A small part of her was afraid of how deeply she craved this. Her eyes stared up at the beast that held her pinned in the mud, the menacing dark-nickel mask, the gold beads in his dreds glinting in the moonlight as they swayed, and powerful, defined muscles. Even knowing it was him, that this was all a game, the adrenaline was stacking-and she reveled in it. The leaves in her hair, the mud on her back...it should not have been so exhilarating.

She had to keep reminding herself to fight back, when all she wanted to do was let herself be overtaken by his raw power. Kendra twisted and kicked, her combat boots digging into his skin, but he was like a concrete statue above her. She shoved and strained against him, but soon slumped to catch her breath, letting her arms drop. He chose that moment to lessen the pressure around her hips and rise off her some to reposition himself. Even as tired as she was, she knew this would be her last opportunity. Kendra quickly rolled to her stomach and jolted upright to try and run.

She didn't even get to stand completely before his hand clamped on her ankle and she fell back into the mud with the sound of a squishy slap. Drenched in slick, wet mud, she turned back on her ass to kick at his grip. Her boot grazed his hand before his other one grabbed ahold of her ankle as well, and he drug her back to him so her legs were spread around his hips. She could see the bulge forming under his cloth covering, and a lump formed in her throat, her heart racing.

She couldn't make herself scream for him, thinking that it would just sound like silly damsel in distress fake cries, but she did get another idea. Her fingers dug into the ground for a handful of mud, and slung it at him. He quickly jerked upright with a clipped growl. As his mask looked down at his chest and the spray of mud, she bit her lip trying to contain a giggle. He was surprised for only a second, and then he lurched forward, abandoning his grip on her legs. A bubbling growl escaped his chest as he stared down at her.

Her hands quickly snapped up to the sides of his mask, removing it before he could protest. Sunken in and darkly rimmed golden eyes stared down at her, fang-tipped mandibles flexing, her body jolting with a fresh dose of adrenaline. He would make her pay for that. With a strong hand on her chest holding her down, he lowered her face to her skin, looking for a place that wasn't covered in mud perhaps. His tusks lingered on her shoulder, and then pressed to her neck. She squirmed as he bit down, but as the pressure grew, she began to thrash and he finally got her to scream.

She could feel his teeth break through her skin, and draw blood. Her blunt nails dug into the tough skin on his arms, trying to shove him away. When he finally lifted his head, she was panting, pain was shooting through her neck, and she stared at the gleaming blood on the very tips of his teeth. His hand went to her neck, and at first she thought it was a kind gesture to stop the bleeding, but instead he lifted his hand and smeared the blood from her neck onto her face. Then he made a sound comparable to a deep growling chuckle.

"You bastard." She breathed.

Not at all fazed by her insult, he untied his cloth covering, shoved away the long cloth that hid her, and roughly brought his hips flush with hers. Her eyes shot wide, just gauging the sheer size of him. As a virgin, she had seen his erect cock and thought it was huge, but after SoulDestroyer's large size, she had choked the memory up to a mere exaggeration. But no, even just feeling the hard length of it pressed against her stomach, she could tell he was much bigger. In girth as well as in length, he was bigger, truly huge. Among the other reasons he had listed as to why he did not see her as a mate, he should have said, "Too big" as well-that might have been an excuse she'd listen to.

Trapped underneath him and about to be impaled by such an appendage made her stomach churn with disbelief, yet sharp arousal bloomed in her loins. His hips rocked against her, igniting more of the fire inside her. She brought her knees up, encouraging him to penetrate her with that alien cock, yet braced her palms on his sculpted chest, attempting to shove him off.

One heavy hand set straight on her chest to hold her still as he lifted his hips away, and the other hand grasped his hard cock. He rubbed the tip of his cock between her folds a few times, lubricating it, and then positioned it in front of her entrance. Her nails dug into his chest as he began to force himself past her sheath, burning pain collecting there. But, she couldn't hold in the guttural moan that escaped her as he slowly pushed inside her passage, her walls tight around him, but yielding to his girth. The stretching was bliss and hell.

He lowered his chest down upon her, keeping himself propped up on one elbow as the other hand held her shoulder in a vise grip. Crushed under his weight, it wasn't like she was going anywhere, but as he began to push more of his length inside her, she found out why he held her shoulder so tightly. He fed more of himself into her channel, trying to burry his entire length inside her, yet hit a stopping point. Kendra was not a tall and graceful female yautja, thus not made to be able to handle a cock that might be a good ten inches long, and her masters no doubt hit her cervix. She cringed as he tested this boundary.

He pushed deeper inside her. She squirmed and her boots dug into the mud to try and scootch away from such an intrusion, but his grip on her shoulder did not waver. Tears sprang to her eyes as his hips connected with hers, having forced every inch of his shaft snuggly inside her channel. His girth stretched her out and his length filled her up completely. His chest rumbled with the satisfaction of it, and then he began to thrust.

His claws claimed her hips, holding them at an angle, and began stuffing more cock into her with each demanding plunge. It was a relief from the pain when he withdrew, but when he thrust back in, the burst of pleasure made her back arch and her eyes roll back into her head. She wanted that huge inhuman cock out of her narrow channel, the soreness and pain higher than anything she had felt before, yet her body begged for it to ravage her harder.

The pain almost made it better, mixing with the pleasure making an intoxicating and addictive high. The rougher she had it, the rougher she wanted it. His smoky must was tainted with the earthy smell of the mud. His thrusts jostled her body, her tits bouncing, and her hard nipples grazing against the reptilian skin of his chest. Her nipples were still so sensitive after those clips, and the friction was maddening. She moaned happily beneath him.

He began to pick up the pace, surging in and out of her channel without mercy, his exhales laced with grunts and snarls. Kendra wasn't sure it it was the pain or the overwhelming pleasure that kept her struggling. She thrashed her head side to side, pleasure building. Her arms folded under him she still shoved at his rippling muscles and her boots dug into the mud to try and escape such intense thrusts. Her back arched, and her lips uttered moans, whimpers, and all sorts of other indecent noises.

He crashed into her. She buckled under him. His heavy balls slapped against her ass. It was graphic animal rutting, bestial humping; it was nature at its rawest. There was so much he held back on a regular basis. As her body began to tense, the buildup of pleasure turning to a rush of pure ecstasy, she found her arms wrapping around him to hold him closer. One hand hooked around his neck, his thick dreads hanging down over her face. Her other arm grabbed onto his muscular shoulder. That rapturous release hit her like a tsunami wave, and her eyes fluttered closed and her jaw fell slack.

Her heart pounding and her legs trembling, she let her arms fall back into the mud as she caught her breath. But instead of that anticipated spray of cum inside her, he pulled out. Her eyes only half open and vaguely watching him, he moved over her body so that his knees straddled her stomach. He held his throbbing cock in his fist, and as he began to stroke it, cum shot out onto her face. From shere surprise, her mouth opened, unwillingly accepting his seed onto her tongue. Thick, messy sprays of it quickly covered her and dripped off her face.

Her master uttered another choppy, grumbled bit of laughter and then he rose to his feet. Leaving her to lie there on the forest floor covered in his cum, mud, and a bit of her blood, he began to walk away. She shakily rose to her elbows, and watched his scoop up his mask and disappear into the darkness of the trees. Kendra's mind teetered on many emotions, and she began to wipe the sticky cum off her face, really only resulting in smearing more mud onto herself.

She stood up, her heart slightly crumbling, fixed her loincloth, held the ripped top over her breasts and began to walk. He had been cold, not himself, which sort of frightened her. Her center was sore and her limbs were rubbery, and she really didn't want to have to walk back through the dense brush and maze of trees. Her eyes searched the dark ahead of her for any sign of him waiting for her, but there was none.

A sound from behind her though, had the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end and a mortifying tingle shot straight to her core. Somehow that predator clicking had became the most arousing sound. She turned around, and was met face-to-face with the nine foot alien that had just fucked her so vigorously.

"When can we do that again?" She breathed, staring up into the golden depths of his eyes.

His hands tore the fur top out of her grip, sending it back into the mud, and his sharp nails trailed across her collarbone and down her sternum, "Start running."

~A fine~ (Corsican for "The end")