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yourgoodbuck · 5 days

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Hunting Party 2: Electric Boogaloo

contains: mind control, non/dubcon, knotting, degradation, praise, vampires, werewolves, some gore

I don't know how long it's been since they put the collar on me. I don't know how long it's been since they took over my castle after using me, promising that I could live if I just let them fuck me. I definitely don't know when I last wore clothes.

The anger in me cannot be quelled even with their magic, but I am helpless to do anything but wait. I don't know how long I wait either, but it’s long enough that I don’t just need to feed; I need to feast.

When the men take me out one night with them into the forest, even they can tell something is wrong with me.

“What's with his eyes?” I hear Vincent whisper to Henry. “They keep twitching. It's unsettling as hell.”

Jonathan leans in to look at my face. I want nothing more than to leap forward and tear his throat out with my fangs and claws, but I remain still. Perfectly docile.

“I don't know what you mean. His eyes stayed very still for me.” His hand comes up, caressing my cheek. “You're so very good for me, aren't you, Prince?”

Despite the rage, I feel my insides tense up in desperate need. Not just for blood, but for someone to stick their fingers or tongue or cock into any of my holes.

“Good boy.” He smiles at me and straightens up. “Alright guys, remember why we're here.”

“For the money,” Vincent says. “And I guess to help the townsfolk out with the werewolf problem or whatever.”

Henry rolls his eyes. “We have to be nice to them, otherwise they'll connect the dots of who's been killing them every once in a while for their pet.”

“He's not a pet, he's a toy. And honestly, he's fine now. I bet I've conditioned him so much so that I could take the collar off and he'd still obey me.”

My ears twitch ever so slightly. Is this it?

“I dunno, that doesn't sound like a good idea to me,” Vincent says, a frown on his face. “I mean, what if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen, and I'll prove it to you.” Jonathan begins to unbutton his pants, and after a second, so does Henry.

“Seriously?” Vincent sounds worried now. “Guys, if something happens —”

“Look, either join in or pick up your crossbow,” Henry says, beginning to stroke his cock. “Either way, I'm gonna fuck him.”

I can see the gears turning in Vincent's head, who eventually decides to use his other head for guidance on this particular problem, pulling me into the middle of all three of them as they touch themselves.

“Fuck, look at his cunt,” Henry says, licking his lips. “He's already wet. Can't believe our immortal enemy is such a fucking slut.”

That gets a laugh from Jonathan. “I could've told you that. I mean, look at him! He's so small and scrawny, there's no way he could fight back.”

Jonathan steps forward and carefully undoes the bindings on the collar, holding it in one hand. “There we go. Now, get on your knees, and if you don't swallow it all, I'll fuck the rest of it down your throat.”

I blink, then nod and kneel in front of him. He grasps his cock and smacks it against my cheek. “Come on, we don't have all night.”

I nod. The instant my mouth is wide enough, he pushes my head down, forcing himself into my mouth and throat. I'm still not used to this part, and I can feel drool dripping onto my chest as I whine loudly.

“That's it, make those pretty noises while I fuck you,” he croons, forcing my nose against his pelvis. “I want those werewolves to hear you and come running.”

“Wait, hang on,” Henry interjects. “I don't know if that part's a good idea.”

Before either of the other two can reply, a howl breaks the stillness of the night air. Then one more, then two more, then maybe a dozen.

“Fuck,” Vincent says, scrambling to pull up his pants. “I didn't think there would be that many out here.”

Jonathan pushes me off of him, letting me collapse onto a heap on the forest floor and catch my breath as he hurriedly gets dressed. “Shit, shit, where's my knife —”

There's a great crashing and crunching, and then a direwolf leaps from the underbrush, knocking Jonathan to the ground. Two more jump out and similarly tackle the others.

I cautiously lift my head and look at Jonathan, who now realizes that the collar is no longer in his hand.

I smile, baring my fangs, and surge forward. He screams, but before I can rip open his flesh, something pulls me back. I land on my ass with a thud and a wince. A shadow looms over me in the light of the full moon and I look up.

A beast (for that really is the only way to describe him) stands above me. I can see blood dripping from his maw, and I can smell the carnage of the recently deceased hunter known as Vincent. He's breathing heavily as he looks down with a wicked grin.

“So that's why our population has been booming. You took away our competition,” he says, now addressing Henry and Jonathan. “I'd normally say thank you, but you've been depriving me of any fun for the last two months, and frankly, I've had enough.”

He seems to think for a moment, then points at Henry. “That one is yours,” he informs me.

I need no further prompting as I sprint toward Henry, sinking my fangs into him before the other werewolf can move out of the way. Normally I would have better table manners, but right now I only have two thoughts in my head: I'm so hungry and I'm free.

The corpse of Henry is a husk by the time I'm through with him. I hear and ignore Jonathan's screams while I'm doing this.

The werewolf that had been holding Henry down now shifts into that bestial form and helps me to my feet. I dust myself off.

“I'm going to let you live, but only so you can feel terrible for the rest of your days,” the alpha informs Jonathan. “You're going to watch as we fuck him properly.”

“Wait, what?” If I had any of my own blood left in my body, it would've turned to ice. “What do you mean?”

“Relax,” the (presumed) second in command says. “We aren't going to use mind control on you.”

“But you're still going to hurt me.”

The alpha turns to me and shakes his head. “Not in the least. I want you to enjoy this, because I can guess that you haven't up until this point with this group of men.”

“I mean…”

“He's a fucking slut, he'll take whatever you'll give him,” Jonathan suddenly says, a nasty look on his face. “He likes it when we force him to take our cocks, makes him feel like a little whore, like he's finally got a purpose now.”

The lone full-wolf smacks him across the face with a paw and he stops talking.

“Now, little Prince. Lay down on your back and I will take care of you.” The alpha smiles, and though I know they don't have a thrall ability, I can't help but feel like I trust him.

I sit back down on the forest floor, spreading my legs as far as I can. The alpha lays on his stomach in front of me, nosing at my cunt with more gentleness than I had expected. He lifts his chin slightly to look at me.

“You may hold onto my fur if you wish.”

I hesitate, then cautiously place both hands on his head. The fur is thick, easy to hang on to.

“Good boy,” he rumbles, lowering his jaw again. His nose brushes against my clit and I tense up.

“Easy, easy. Just hold onto me.”

I swallow and nod, tightening my grip slightly.

He breathes hot, wet air onto my cold skin and I shiver. The only other time I've been eaten out was that first night with Vincent. This is a much better experience and it technically hasn't even started.

He presses his tongue flat against my opening and I groan as he somehow manages to avoid touching my clit. His tongue is massive, and though I want nothing more than it to push inside of me, I force myself to focus on other things.

He hums, slowly licking up and down my slit. The tip of his tongue prods at me, just barely parting my lips before briefly flicking across my clit. I whine, unable to keep from thrusting up into his maw. He chuckles, the vibrations making me shiver.

“Let go of me and lay on your back,” he says, commanding me in a way that makes me even hornier instead of afraid. I do so, my fingers curling into the dirt of the forest floor. His massive hands grab me by the ass, tight enough to remind me he's there but loose enough that if I really wanted to, I could flee.

His tongue pushes into me, finally, hot and wet and writhing. I can't help but gasp and raise my hips, keening desperately. He's warmer than the humans that used me, but I don't feel threatened by it. If anything, it's comforting.

He continues to explore my inner walls by taste, withdrawing only after I can feel myself beginning to twitch with anticipation. I can't see what he's doing, but I feel it when his tongue begins to circle and toy with my clit.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I moan, dimly wondering if maybe Jonathan is right, that I really am a whore, before the speed of the alpha's tongue increases. It doesn't take much longer for me to cum, crying out as pleasure slowly works its way over me.

When it's finally over (I'm not sure how long it's been), the alpha raises his head and moves so he's on his hands and knees above me. He looks down at me, and if I still had a heartbeat, I would've felt quicken.

He leans down and nuzzles me. “I would like very much to claim you. May I?”

The words stick in my throat. I can't remember if anyone has ever done this, asking me for permission. I inhale deeply, then nod.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice is soft but still commanding.

“Take me. I want to be yours.”

He smiles, nosing into the space between my neck and my shoulder. “Good boy.”

His cock slides into me with no problem, and very quickly I realize that he has a knot at the base. It's deflated right now, and the thought of it swelling to fill my cunt makes me throb.

He gently gnaws on my skin as he sinks in deep, deeper still, then finally bottoms out with a groan. “It's such a shame those hunters never treated you better,” he says, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “I can't imagine wanting to hurt you when you feel like this.”

My breath catches in my throat again.

“Don't worry, Prince. No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

He slowly begins to thrust, pulling out most of the way before sliding back in. Each time he does, my walls twitch and throb, and I realize that another orgasm is on the way. I try to speak, but find myself unable to articulate.

“Shh, little prince,” he murmurs into my ear. “Let yourself feel good. Don't worry about me.”

That's all the convincing I need; as he pushes into me again I arch my back, tightening up around him, feeling every inch of his cock buried in my cunt. This one lasts longer, leaving me more breathless than usual when it ends.

The alpha is far from done, still thrusting slowly even as I cum. When my orgasm subsides, he pushes in deeper than before.

“You're going to look so handsome with a belly full of cum,” he informs me as I feel his knot find purchase inside me. “I'm going to fuck you until no one has to guess whose cum is inside of you.”

The thrusts suddenly become hard and deep, leaving me whimpering underneath him as a third orgasm begins to creep up on me.

“Yes, going to fucking fill you,” he groans, finally biting down on my shoulder as his cock twitches. “Mmh, fuck, gonna cum—”

That's all the warning he gives before thrusting hard, his knot beginning to inflate as the rest of his cock spasms inside of me, releasing cum directly into my undead womb. It's hot, and this time I surrender to the pleasure as it crashes over me.

He's still throbbing and spurting inside of me when my brain is clear enough to register what's happening. His knot pulses and somehow pushes in deeper, ensuring that none of his cum is lost.

He lifts his head and licks my cheek. “Such a good boy,” he murmurs, then turns his attention to the wolf still holding down Jonathan.

“Go ahead and fuck him if you'd like. I'm going back to the den. Narain,” he says, addressing the second in command, “do you still have the rope?”

Feeling me tense up underneath him, the alpha looks at me. There's a sadness in his eyes. “I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to have Narain fix it so you can lay against me while I walk back. I'll untie you once we're back in the den. Okay?”

Not trusting myself to speak, I nod.

Narain walks over with a length of rope. With deft hands, I'm soon tied to the alpha's chest with his cock still inside of me. He gets to his feet (paws?), stretching his arms over his head.

“Well, that was fun. I hope you've learned something, human.”

My eyes struggle to stay open. Narain brushes my cheek with his thumb. “Get some rest,” he says softly.

And with that, I fall asleep.

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yourgoodbuck · 5 days

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probs not gonna post anything until next friday (may 3) at the earliest bc im taking a trip with my mom! see yall later

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yourgoodbuck · 6 days

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btw if any of y’all are following me and you’re a Zionist get the fuck off my follow list!!!!!!!!!

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