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Trigger Warning: Cockwarming, non con, force feeding, breeding, ruts/mating cycles, obsessive behavior, Daddy kink, crying

Thunder rumbled outside, stirring you awake. The heavy rains outside soothed you back towards sleep. You tried to roll on your belly, get more comfortable, but something was stopping you. A too-hot muscled around your waist, too-hot breath fanning the back of your neck, too-hot torso pressed against your back, and an excitable slip of flesh buried inside you.

Memories from the night before slammed into you like a truck. Getting lost. The thunderstorm. Finding the cabin. Finding Hawks. Him offering you a place to rest for the night. The loss of power. And then his hands were on you, big and needy. He’d torn your clothes apart and begged you not to be scared, to let it happen, to assure you were okay. You weren’t. A pro-hero had had his way with you and you were trapped in his cabin.

There was no way you could go back to sleep now. Looking around the room, it should have been obvious what you’d stumbled into. Hawks’ rut was public knowledge, anyone who even skimmed hero articles knew that just before summer the winged-hero would vanish into the woods only to return with twice as much charisma.

The cabin was a one-room building with a twin bed tucked under a large window, facing an out-of-date TV. A privacy screen had been shoved against one of the walls. Directly across the room was a kitchen set up, complete with a fridge, microwave, and sink.

And the entire cabin was full of discarded feathers, half-built nests, piles of trash from ready-made foods, bottles of lube, and fleshlights. The whole cabin stunk of male body odor, flavored lubes, and stale spunk. Painfully obvious signs of a young male in his peak breeding season—his rut.

You needed to get out of here. But the storm was still raging outside and there was nowhere to hide inside a one-room cabin. Maybe the bathroom, but Hawks was a pro-hero and going through his rut. He was stronger and faster than you. Maybe it would be for the best to just let him have his way until the storm vanished. Then you could see a doctor or make a complaint to the hero commission or something to get you back to normal.

As he could tell you were thinking about leaving him, Hawks buried his head into your shoulder, groaning softly. “Morning,” he murmured as if this were normal as if the two of you had planned to be here, caught in the storm during his rut.

Anger flashed through your system and you bit it down. Hawks wasn’t in the right state of mind—that much was clear. His hormones and instincts were going wild and there was nothing you could do about it until the storm passed.

“Gonna take it out,” he muttered. With that as his only warning, Hawks seized your thigh, lifting your leg high before sliding himself out with a wet pop. As you were no longer aroused, the edges of his cock stung you as he freed himself, then you felt your own slick and his long-forgotten seed dribble out from your hole, spreading across your leg and staining the already abused sheets.

Hawks didn’t seem to care about that though. He stood up, stretched himself and his wings, scratched his ass, and wandered toward the kitchen. It seemed that at the moment, his rut had calmed down. How long that would last, you had no idea. But this was as good a time as any to get cleaned up, take a shower and try to rinse out as much of his cum from your insides as you could.

Your insides felt like cold soup smeared on tile, a sore and itchy spot deep inside of you voicing its discomfort each time you moved. Hawks had not been gentle with you last night. The sooner you got out of here, the better.

Ignoring the pain, you crawled to the edge of the bed and put a foot on the dry floorboards.

Hawks whipped back to look at you, his face unreadable. “Don’t get up,” he said, “I’m gonna get you some food.”

“That’s perfect,” you said, something making your stomach turn, “it’ll be ready when I finish my shower.”

Hawks turned his whole body to face you. “I don’t think you understood me, doll.” He crossed the room in seconds, his calloused hands gentle but firm as he dragged you back into the bed. “You’re not getting out of bed until you’ve had your fill. You need to save your energy.”

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes in hopes of seeing... you weren’t sure, actually, but those red eyes of his were nearly black with how wide his pupils were. You stayed in bed.

When he seemed sure you weren’t going to try anything, Hawks fluffed the pillows around the bed and cannibalized a nest he hadn’t finished. There were so many pillows and blankets that he’d essentially trapped you in with one way in and one way out that would disturb his work. Then, he wandered back to the kitchen and removed a series of containers from the freezer. More than enough for two people. Your stomach twisted again. Just how much of this stuff did he survive on when he came out here?

Rutting required a lot calories to keep up with the sexual drive and production of bodily fluids. Hawks must have had an apocalypse’s worth of ready-made food stored here just to survive his rut without going outside. And that would the only thing you’d be eating until you managed to escape. A shiver went through your spine at the thought.

Except the power was out. Nervously you said, "What are you making?"

"Gotta see what's still good first," Hawks muttered. He had emptied the freezer by now. The fridge would keep most of everything good for the next couple of days with no power but with the freezer unusable and no power... You shivered. And kept shivering.

Wait, it was freezing cold in here. You hadn’t noticed before because of how much heat Hawks was producing, but now that he was across the room making you food, the cold seeped into your skin. And Hawks had destroyed your clothes last night—though they wouldn’t have been wearable anyway considering they’d been soaked through during the storm. Maybe there was a blanket or something in the closet next to the bathroom, but getting up would mean risking Hawks’ wrath again.

You decided it was for the best to stay still, let him feed you breakfast then try to clean up and get a blanket.

Hawks brought about four containers of ready-made frozen food, including some ice cream, and stopped right at the side of the bed. His thick eyebrows rose. “Why are you shivering, angel?”

“Just a little cold,” you said, trying to relax, to stop the shivering. “My clothes are kinda trashed and I think your heater went out with the power.”

“Don’t have a heater,” Hawks replied. He crawled into the nest, carefully taking the containers with him, and settled against a large pile of pillows. “I’ll keep you warm.” He patted his thigh. Considering the bed was a twin, there wasn’t much space for the two of you to be apart even like this. His leg was pressed against yours—warm and invasive. You wanted to insist on keeping your little corner to yourself, but you knew that he could just drag you where he wanted, so you obliged, carefully crawling between his legs and putting your back against his chest.

“Good girl,” Hawks purred. He patted your head and reached around you for the first container. It was dehydrated fried rice he’d poured boiling water into. You thought he was going to hand it to you with the fork, but instead, he lifted it out of your reach. You could hear him blow on the food before presenting it to you. He was feeding you. And you had to let him.

You opened your mouth and Hawks purred as he fed you. It was overwatered and slightly soggy. You let him do this until the cup was empty and he reached for another container. “That’s okay,” you said, “I’m full.”

“That’s not enough, sweetheart,” he said. “One of these things will barely feed a kid, let alone an adult. Just eat one more.”

So you did. Still soggy, still gross. And then, he reached for a third container—some ready-made udon noodles. “Just one more,” Hawks insisted.

Your tummy was already full and the thick udon noodles would certainly stretch your stomach. You couldn't see your stomach with the full fork in front of you, but you were sure it was bloated, just starting to become distended. “I’m fine,” you said. “Really.”

Hawks put the full fork to your mouth. “Eat.”

"Please." You begged.

"Be a good girl before I lose my patience." He pushed the fork against your lips. When you still didn't open up, Hawks opened his mouth, mimicking the motion he wanted you to make. "Eat. Last one."

You took one bite. "I'm full."

He gathered udon noodles up like spaghetti. "Open."

"Hawks."

"Keigo," he corrected. "When we're together like this, I'm Keigo."

"I can't eat anymore."

He hummed behind you, eating the forkful himself. He chewed quietly for a moment before leaning over you. His big hands brought your face to his. You let him kiss you, then you felt his mouth pry yours open and drop the noodles he'd just put in his mouth into yours.

Your full stomach turned as your mouth was filled with lukewarm, half-chewed food. You grabbed Hawks' hand, trying to pry it off your face, but he held fast before sliding it over your mouth. Slowly, he pulled back, eyes half-lidded. Waiting, you realized, for you to swallow.

You shook your head, pleading with your eyes. He stared. Then, when you didn't cave, he pinched your nose. You knew how this game would end and you knew you'd lost, so you swallow—spit and all.

"Open," Hawks—Keigo—demanded.

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes and you obeyed.

"Good girl." He went for more Udon.

You knew Hawks would keep going, keep trying different dirty tricks to force you to eat, and you knew you'd lose each time. But your stomach hurt and you wanted to go home. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you took another bite into your mouth.

When you'd finished, Hawks rewarded you with a kiss on the cheek, his large hand rubbing your stomach. "I can't wait to fill you up."

Hawks had already filled you with food. What else could he fill you with? You felt sick.

"Desert time," he announced.

"Hawks please," you sobbed.

"Keigo," he purred, producing a pint of half-melted ice cream. He popped off the lid and drank deeply. "We're sharing this one. Plus we kinda have to eat it since the power's out."

He held it out to you to drink from. You took a small sip, but Keigo didn't take it away. He watched you carefully. You took another few sips and he seemed satisfied. Keigo finished the rest.

He tossed the trash on the floor, then turned you around to lay you on your back. He settled between your legs, predatory gaze grazing your figure. His large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing your sides and stopping over your swollen belly. "Can't wait to fill you," he groaned. "You're going to look so good with my baby inside you."

"W-what?!" You tried to sit up, but Keigo put a hand on your chest.

"I'm gonna fill you with seed, angel," he said slowly, clearly. "I'm going to knock you up and fuck you every moment my seed isn't swimming inside you. But don't worry, I'll take care of you, keep you safe and warm and full." Those calloused fingers found their way between your legs, gently rubbing your still sensitive clit. "Let Daddy worship you."

"I want to go home," you whined.

He shushed you, keeping his ministrations up. Keigo leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked roughly, his sharp teeth pinching the sensitive nubs. A strangled whine of pleasure and pain ripped through you, hips bucking into his hand. It was like the night before all over again, but then Hawks had barely managed to keep his composure when he’d stalked you around the cabin like some kind of predator. Each swirl of his fingers on your clit had your sore insides clenching, slick quickly gathering. Hawks groaned. You could feel him getting hard next to your thigh.

He didn't seem to be able to hold on for more foreplay because Keigo suddenly reached over you, snatching a bottle of lube and roughly shoving it in your opening, squeezing it to fill your cunt.

You gasped feeling the cold lubricant fill your insides, spreading to the deepest parts of you and overflowing. Your toes curled. It felt good and strange and slimy. If you flexed your core, it would all shoot out. Last night he’d been far rougher with you, practically shoving his cock in dry. A part of you thought you should be grateful he bothered to squeeze any lube inside you at all, but this whole situation shouldn’t have been happening in the first place.

He’d practically fingered you while he’d humped your leg, then when he hadn’t been able to take it anymore, Keigo had shoved his dick inside you.

He was still impatient as it turned out because Keigo wasn't even fully hard but he shoved himself inside you anyway, humping into your tight hole until his heavy balls were against your ass and his pelvis was crushing your clit. You could feel him lengthen and thicken inside you, reaching his full erectness, pushing out excess lube as your insides took his shape. Whatever space inside you itched or was sore, wasn’t anymore with his cock completely filling you. "Daddy's gonna take real good care of you." His wings flapped behind him almost as if they were agreeing. There was drool smeared on the side of his mouth.

Towering over you with those enormous, outstretched wings, Hawks filled your vision. He was all you could look at. He seemed so focused on you. And it was hard to focus on anything but him. The man who was currently using you to relieve his heat as if you were a toy.

Keigo put his hands on your distended belly again, rocking his hips into you with a soft grunt. It felt good when he rubbed it, relieving some of the pressure and helping your stomach pass the excess food, but then he’d press down and you’d be so full and it would hurt. You tried to get him to stop, claw at his big hands, but Hawks was lost in whatever fantasy was happening in his head because of his heat. Keigo did not let go of your stomach. And his pace hadn’t let up either. He moved so easily inside you, gliding effortlessly into your most sensitive areas, your lewd joining noisy and wet. Pleasure pulsed through you, sharp and electric despite the discomfort you felt having an overly full stomach.

Each messy slap of his hips meeting yours sent convulsions down your spine. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as you desperately tried to find purchase, anything not to encourage him. But it was hard. Losing yourself in pleasure would be so easy. And he felt stupidly good and you wanted to buck your hips and feel his tip grind on your cervix but you needed self-control before you ended up a plump, bred, house pet.

As if he could hear your thoughts, Keigo finally let go of your stomach to grab your hips and began to move faster, the tips of his fingers digging painfully into your skin.

You whimpered at the sensation. This was nothing like last night when he'd pounded you into the mattress, animalistic and unable to do or say anything but "please" and "hold still." Keigo seemed to have better control over himself but was still obeying his instincts over logic, but who knew how long that would last. Eventually, Keigo would slip back into obeying his instincts—only. His rut was far from over.

"I never want to leave your pussy, babe." Keigo moaned, his wings stretching behind him. "I wanna fuck you forever. Wanna—" He shivered suddenly, his cock twitching inside you. "FUCK, can't believe I'm gonna blow already. You're too good, babe, so fucking soft and wet and breedable."

"Don't," you whined. "I'll finish you with my mouth or—"

Keigo crushed his mouth to yours, sloppy moans escaping his mouth. His tongue filled your mouth, the edges if his stubble prickling your chin. Inside you, his cock twitched, swelling suddenly as his thrusts grew erratic and wild.

You tried to call for him but it was impossible with his tongue down your throat and his needy thrusts.

Keigo suddenly pulled back, gasping for breath. He yanked your hands free from the covers and placed them on his shoulders, never letting up his pace. "Scratch me," his voice was low and rough. "Use me, cut me, need me." He was practically begging, eyes pleading before he recaptured your mouth.

His erratic rhythm slammed harder and deeper, the head of his cock brushing your cervix hard enough for your insides to flex. You hadn't meant to obey him, but your nails sunk into his skin as you felt your own end coming, insides fluttering and milking Keigo's cock.

He moaned, sucking in a rough breath. "So tight. Ah, you feel so good, angel. FUCK. I'm gonna cum. Gonna—" Keigo bit his lip, his hips stuttering and slamming to the hilt against you. Searing hot seed spilled inside of you, filling your insides.

A sharp whine left your lips as you tried to catch your breath, to resist the urge to cum. But the sensation, the heat, was just enough for your insides to twitch one final time. Something snapped and that overwhelming heat inside you rushed through your body, toes curling and core flexing as you came, your insides milking Keigo for the last of his cum—which he gave with no fuss.

"Fuck, you're so good for me, baby," Keigo moaned. He kissed your throat, your collarbone, your jaw. He didn't pull out, staying rooted to the hilt inside you. "I love you. I love you so much." His cock stirred inside you, growing stiff again before it even went fully flaccid.

Dread began to bubble up under the heat of your orgasm. "No, Keigo, please, I'm still sensitive. I can't—"

Keigo kissed you again, rocking his hips gently in your too-sensitive cunt. "Fuck," he groaned, low in his throat. Keigo grabbed your hips and suddenly pulled back, flipping you onto your stomach without ever removing himself.

Your full stomach stretched, and for a moment you felt nauseous, moaning his name. Keigo’s large hands engulfed yours, pinning them above your head. His fever-hot chest pressed against your back, warm wings draping over both your forms. Keigo's mouth nibbled at your ear as his hips began to rock again.

Your insides were still so sensitive, pleasure swelling in your belly much faster than you would have liked. It didn't help that Keigo's balls were tapping your clit, gentle but still enough to make your insides quiver.

“So tight for me,” Keigo moaned in your ear. “Gonna fill you up again, okay? Just a little more breeding and we can take a break. Promise. Promise, just for you.” He buried his nose in your throat, his teeth scraping your skin. You winced, feeling this set of bite marks bruise across another set from the night before.

Outside the storm raged on. With a sinking feeling, you knew the elements weren't letting you out any time soon. You were trapped with Hawks, trapped as his personal cum dump to be used as a breeding toy until Keigo or the storm let up. Only time would tell which gave out first.

"Cumming," Keigo gasped. His hips stuttered, slamming harder and harder until his seed exploded inside you, flowing to the deepest part of your insides. Your full tummy felt impossibly bloated and with the addition of his seed, your vision blurred. You came just after, milking Keigo's cock.

He didn't move.

"Keigo," you whined, "you p-promised."

He groaned. "I know. I know I did. You just feel so good, angel." He still didn't move. You opened your mouth to protest but Keigo finally pulled out. "Let's get cleaned up. We've got a long week ahead of us."

You were shaking but you said, "D-don't wanna be too stinky." You weren’t sure what prompted you to say that, whether you were trying to joke around with your captor or if you simply wanted a shower that badly. Either way, you didn’t like Keigo’s response.

"I like your stink." Keigo licked his lips. "Your natural smell is… arousing."

"Sh-shower time!" You tried to make for the bathroom but pain shot through your pelvis. If you were sore before, you couldn’t walk now. You collapsed on the edge of the nest of pillows. FUCK. He'd fucked you too hard which means you were–

"Need help?" Keigo lifted you against his chest, pulling you into his too-warm arms to take you to the bathroom.

He plopped you down on the counter and grabbed a washcloth. Since the power was still out, it was dark in the bathroom and the water wouldn't heat. Carefully, Keigo began to wipe your face, your throat, your ch– He stopped.

"What's wrong?" It was a stupid question. If you looked down you'd know the problem.

"Kinda wanna fuck again."

"Keigo, please, I need a break. I–"

"I know, angel, but daddy's rut is real bad this year." His hands found their face to your waist, easing your legs open. "And there's no toy on the planet that can compete with your pussy."

You tried to push him off, but all Keigo had to do was lean his weight into you. He was already between your legs, his half-chubbed cock rubbing your thigh. "Just one more breeding session, baby," Hawks purred, "then we'll take a break for real."

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Trigger Warning: Non/dub con, overstimulation, daddy kink, dacryphilia/crying, breeding, heat/mating cycles, praise kink, mood swings, marking, biting

"It still hurts?" Keigo panted above you, his golden eyes dark as he drank in your form, hips crushed to yours as his cock bulged out of your stomach. "I'm sorry," he murmured, leaning down to kiss your neck. "I'm sorry."

Then he was moving. Deep, full squelching thrusts as Keigo filled you with his cock, rocking back and forth as he struggled to keep an even pace. His body shuddered as if enraptured, mouth open and struggling for air. You knew better than to fight him now, but God he was so big—your sensitive inner walls ached each time he stretched you full, when his cock head kissed your cervix and yet you were only getting wetter.

It was like your body had learned to give into Keigo's wants, cave to the domineering spirit of the animal inside of him even when your head screamed for anything but. You had no idea if that was a good thing, or something very, very bad.

Your body bounced with each rough thrust, the skin of your ass dragging painfully on the tile of the sink. The stem of your neck was already hurting where you'd slept on it wrong and letting yourself bounce was making the pains much worse. You wrapped your arms around Keigo’s neck, hiding your face and hoping that he would finish soon. There was no getting out of this, so you might as well get comfortable.

An excited purring sensation buzzed into your chest where it met his, Keigo's wings fluffing up with pleasure behind him. His hands squeezed your ass, lifting you to rest your weight on his hips so he could buck up into you.

He'd been more insistent today as the storm raged, like he was an anxious animal trapped in a cage, craving warmth and any affection he could steal.

"Such a good girl for me," he rasped in your ear, his voice throaty and raw. "You're gonna cum for me, right? Just for Daddy?"

You nodded your head against his neck and hunkered further against him, the purring sensation grew more intense, just as his thrusts sped up into a brutal pace. You squeezed your thighs against his narrow hips and hoped he would be done soon.

The wet slap of skin ricocheted off the bathroom walls, the apex of your thighs sticky with your own slick and stinging from the pace of his want.

“Can we go back to the bed please?” You pleaded, voice high and breathless. “I'm cold.” And your ass was sore from where the countertop had dragged against your skin.

He didn't respond, sheathing himself to the hilt inside of you, holding still just long enough to feel you pulse around him. His wings flapped once and then he was on the bed, getting on his knees before leaning back, leaving you to form an upside-down V over his pulsing, red length.

There wasn't a single line of gold left in his eyes, desire and animal instincts blowing his irises into dark, mirror-like saucers. You could see yourself, sweaty and gasping with bed head and flushed cheeks. Practically a stranger.

Stubble was starting to grow in patches on Keigo’s cheeks, enhancing the animal look of him. "Fuck, your pussy is so good, so wet and sweet and warm," Keigo moaned. He cupped your face with his calloused hands, stroking sweat and tears away with a gentle thumb. Then he whispered, "I wanna watch you cum on my cock."

With that as his only warning, Keigo slammed up into you, one big hand on your hip as he used the other to balance against the mattress.

Stars exploded behind your eyes. The head of his cock was ramming almost painfully against your cervix, a brand new pleasure bursting as his too-big cock stretched up and at your sweet spot. Sweet moans dribbled from your lips when your clit was crushed against his pelvis with each upward thrust. Your vision blurred and spun, reality slipping to make way for the growing knot of pleasure under your navel. Your hands flew to his chest, curling into claws.

“Fuck,” Keigo growled, “you're so fucking wet. C'mon, cum for me. Cum for Daddy.” His hips rolled up, putting extra pressure on your clit when he bucked.

“Oh fuck,” you whined. It felt like your eyes were spinning in different directions, dizzy with pleasure that was so intense and sizzling and overstimulating. It was like being on a rollercoaster that only stopped long enough for you to drink some water before dropping you back onto the rails.

And just like a rollercoaster, when you reached the top of the highest drop, you crashed down with a scream, legs twitching as you clenched and you came. Unconscious bucking ground your clit against the golden hair on his pelvis, riding out your orgasm as Keigo watched.

When the world stopped spinning, when your breaths finally fit in your lungs, when the sweat began to dry on your skin, you saw the look on Keigo's face. Completely and utterly infatuated. His mouth hung open like a compliment died on his lips, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, cock twitching inside of your sore cunt.

“You're perfect,” he breathed.

***

Whatever instinct that was driving Keigo had slowed. In the last day or two, he'd seemed more content to cuddle than fuck you raw. It was a welcome relief. The storm was easing up slowly, too. Grayish light gave shape to the clouds above, promising the sun was still there, just hidden.

If things kept up, you'd be free.

You woke with a full bladder, Keigo's sleeping breath fanning your neck. He hadn't let you use the bathroom alone even once, and while you'd prefer not to risk his wrath, you also didn't want to piss the bed.

Slowly you untangled yourself and gingerly stepped over his abandoned nests to the bathroom. Silently, you shut the door. Automatically, you reached for the lock. It slid home with a bang.

You cringed but didn't hear Keigo get up. Okay, good. You pulled down your pants and did your business. When you were empty, you sighed with relief. Cum had dried on your thighs along with your slick and all you wanted was a good shower or to smell anything other than your own juices or Keigo's sweat.

In any other situation, smelling sex and excitement would have had you raging for some fun, but not like this. Not when you were trapped.

"Baby?" The doorknob rattled.

Shit, you had woken him up.

"Just a sec, Keigo," you said. "I'm just using the bathroom." You scrambled to finish cleaning yourself off. At least you wouldn't have to worry about yanking your pants back on.

"Why is the door locked?" It rattled again, harder.

"Just be patient." You flipped on the sink, ice-cold water making you flinch. A quick pump of soap and you were frantically splashing water everywhere.

"I want to see you." His voice sounded closer like he'd put his mouth against the doorjamb.

You turned off the water. "Almost done, just don't—"

Crack.

With one, rough pull, the door buckled around the lock, wood splintering the same way continents shifted. Keigo pulled again and the doorknob snapped out of place, lock gone and the twin bouncing on the floor at your feet.

Slowly, the door swung open, revealing Keigo's shadowed frame, his wings puffed and wide.

“You left me,” he accused.

“I just needed to pee,” you said softly. “I was coming back.”

His wings lowered a bit but the dark look in his eye didn't vanish. He padded into the bathroom, cornering you like a predator.

Your heartbeat the same way a rabbit’s did when it was spotted by the wolf.

Keigo leaned his face into the crook of your shoulder, taking in your scent as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He exhaled into your hair, the tension in his shoulders fading. “I missed you,” he muttered.

“I'm sorry,” you lied, patting his head, hoping to placate him.

Keigo leaned into your touch. Thick blond brows relaxed as a small smile tugged on his mouth, his eyes bore into you, drinking you in like a starving man. And then he said, “I really don't think I can relax until I know I put a baby in you.”

You froze.

At that, Keigo's eyes narrowed, leaning back to analyze every crease of disapproval on your face. “It's okay if you don't want it now,” he said harshly, “but soon enough, you will. Nine months is plenty of time to change your mind, otherwise,” his expression softened, one hand coming up to fix your hair, “I'll make you.”

You jerked back from him, but Keigo was expecting that. The arm around your waist tightened, keeping you against him as he dragged you out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Carelessly, he threw you onto the bed, wings spread wide to block you from leaving. Slowly, he cracked his neck, keeping his gaze locked on you.

“Wait, please,” you gasped, backing away. The cold wall of the cabin hit your back, trapping you with only one way out—right beside Keigo. “The storm is letting up, I’ll leave as soon as I can. I promise.”

Keigo exhaled roughly. “You don’t get it, do you?” He rolled one muscular shoulder, then the other, bones popping. “I’ve been secluding myself alone in this cabin for years. Alone and hungry and now you’re finally here, finally giving me some relief from my heat. I’m not letting you go.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. All you wanted to do was go home. One mistake on a hike led you here, into a trap. Every pent-up emotion hiccuped out of your chest as you sobbed.

Keigo reached for you, but you pulled away. He crawled onto the bed, carefully cupping your face. He forced you to look at him, face blank. For a long while he just stared, drinking in your crying face until he leaned forward and licked your cheeks. Hot breath fanned across your skin and just out of the corner of your eye you watched Keigo’s cock twitch, blood filling his length.

A terrified sound hiccuped out of you and Keigo shushed you, his mouth capturing yours. He suckled on your bottom lip, nibbling it until his tongue brushed your top lip, asking for permission you wouldn’t give. You pulled away and he didn’t fight you, kissing down your throat as one hand slipped between your legs. Calloused fingers dipped inside you, purring at the wetness that was still there.

Your clit was aching from the last time you’d done it, leftover slick still slipping from your pussy’s lips. “Can we wait for tomorrow?” You asked, nose stuffy and cheeks flushed. “Please?”

“We’ll just do it once,” he murmured against your skin. “Promise.”

And then he was flipping you on your back, hips in the air as Keigo stood over your pelvis, one foot by your shoulder and the other behind your back.

You stared up at him from between your breasts, the muscular build of him, the predatory hunger on his face. His cock was fully engorged now, precum leaking from his tip.

Without any more prep, Keigo lined his cock with your entrance, stretching open your abused cunt. You gasped, sore muscles breaking open to take him in.

“Ah, sorry,” Keigo panted, “I should have been a little more patient, huh?” He reached for your clit, rolling it gently as he kept sliding inside. Sparks of pleasure made your insides clench, squeezing your sore pussy around Keigo's girth. “You’re so tight, baby. I love your pussy, it's so soft, so warm.”

Slowly he rolled his hips in time with his thumb, grunting as your inner walls became slicker and slicker. Once again you were faced with the reality that your body loved Keigo’s touch, caved to his wants with ease. A dark thought trickled into the back of your head, would you ever be able to make love with a normal person after experiencing him?

Your stomach clenched watching the shining, red length of Keigo's cock emerge from between your legs. And suddenly you knew the answer was no.

The tip of Keigo’s cock smashed into your cervix, pleasure knocking into you like a bullet. Lightning shot down your spine, legs twitching and toes curling.

“Good girl,” Keigo purred. “You’re taking me so well.” A breathy gasp left his chest as he sank to the hilt inside of you, his balls pressed snuggly against the apex of your thigh and labia. Slowly his rolling, humping hips turned to full thrusting, slick sucking noises spilling from your cunt. “I love you,” he whined. Where his thumb was initially being gentle, it began to press harder, grinding against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Gonna go faster for you, okay? Keep this breeding session short so we can go back to bed.”

You swallowed any response you had, trying to keep yourself together as pleasure threatened to shatter your poor brain. Again. At this point the number of orgasms Keigo had given you was uncountable, all you knew was that your head was more than happy to absorb Keigo's fevered bliss.

Your hips bucked, core clenching as Keigo stirred your insides, slick churning and foaming as it began dripping down your ass and navel.

“So good,” he growled, pressing one of your legs to his chest. “So fucking good.” Harder, faster, he was undeterred to reach your deepest point. Keigo kissed the back of your ankle, leaving goosebumps on your skin as he moved down and bit into your calf.

You cried out, twisting to get away, but Keigo held you firmly, moving to shallow thrusts until you stopped squirming.

“Good girl,” he said when you stilled, resuming his rough, full thrusts. He kissed the spot he'd bruised and then bit down again. When he let go he rasped, “You’re gripping me pretty tight, think you’re going to cum soon?”

You shook your head but you could feel the knot in your stomach getting ready to snap.

“It's okay to cum first, baby,” Keigo rasped again like he couldn't catch his breath. “Daddy just wants to make sure you feel good.”

All you could do was take his love, fingers curling in the sheets of the bed as finally, the knot in your core snapped. Through gritted teeth you groaned, hips bucking up to meet Keigo’s thrusts as you felt his cock pulse once and then release.

Liquid heat pooled at your deepest center, the smallest load that Keigo had fucked into you so far. Just knowing that made a hysterical gurgle hiccup out of you.

The hyperawareness you had of your body slid to static, muscles weak as you could no longer puppet your body. You were too tired.

Keigo panted for breath, slowly lowering you back onto the bed without removing himself. He pulled you against him as exhaustion washed over both of you. You couldn’t resist leaning into his touch as you fell back asleep. Absorbing his warmth and his scent.

Maybe tomorrow the sun would rise and you would be free.