Blood Moon's Savage Claim

The forest was black, the kind of dark that swallowed sound. She felt it first—a whisper of cold against her neck. Then his hands, pale and hard, dragged her backward into the undergrowth. "You shouldn’t be out here alone," he murmured, lips grazing her ear. His voice was velvet wrapped in menace. She gasped as his fingers slid under her shirt, nails scraping her nipples. His touch was too deliberate, too knowing. Then she felt it—the sharp points of his fangs pressing into her throat, not breaking skin yet, just teasing. "You smell like fear," he growled. "Run. Give me something to chase." She bolted. Branches whipped her bare legs, but she barely made it ten feet before he had her. His body slammed into hers, pinning her against a tree. His cock was already hard, pressing against her ass through his pants. "Beg for it," he ordered, yanking her shorts down. She didn’t. So he took what he wanted. One hand fisted in her hair, the other spreading her thighs. When he thrust inside, it was brutal—no mercy, no slow stretch. Just his cock splitting her open, deep and unforgiving. The forest watched. And the vampire fucked her like prey.

--- His grip on her hips tightened as he drove deeper, each thrust hitting with wet, obscene force. The rough bark scraped her stomach, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure coiling low in her gut. His fangs grazed her shoulder, teasing the skin without breaking it—yet. “Still not begging?” he taunted, fingers digging into her waist hard enough to bruise. His cock dragged out almost entirely, then slammed back in, the thick ridge of it stretching her impossibly wider. A choked moan escaped her as he angled her hips, forcing her to take him at a new, devastating depth. Every snap of his pelvis sent a shock through her, the slap of skin on skin echoing between the trees. His free hand tangled in her hair again, wrenching her head back. “You’re so fucking tight,” he growled against her ear. “Like you were made for this.” She could feel him pulse inside her, the inhuman heat of him, the way his muscles tensed with each relentless stroke. He wasn’t human, and he fucked like it—no rhythm, just pure, punishing need. His tongue traced the vein in her throat. “Now,” he murmured, “let’s hear you scream.”

His grip softened just enough to turn her around, slamming her back against the tree. The moment her eyes met his—black with hunger, burning—his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was ravenous, teeth scraping her lip, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth like he’d die without the taste of her. One hand slid up her throat, thumb pressing into the delicate hollow beneath her jaw while the other dragged her leg high around his hip. He sank into her again, this time slower, deeper, the drag of his cock deliberate and rough, savoring every inch of her tight heat. “Look at me,” he demanded, voice raw. She obeyed, and the intensity in his gaze sent a shudder through her. His hips rolled, grinding against her clit with every thrust, the friction merciless. He caught her moan with another kiss, swallowing the sound as his fingers tangled in her hair, keeping her locked in place. The rhythm built—still brutal, but now edged with something desperate, possessive. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts against her lips. “Mine,” he growled. “You feel it? How deep I own you?” She couldn’t answer. Could only cling to him as the pleasure tore through her, body arching against his. His mouth found her pulse point again—and this time, his fangs sank in.

His fangs released her throat just as his grip on her hip turned bruising. He yanked her forward, spinning her roughly onto all fours in the damp earth. Before she could even catch her breath, he was on her, pressing her chest down into the dirt with one broad hand between her shoulder blades. His cock slid back into her with a single brutal thrust—no teasing, no mercy. The angle was deep, relentless, each snap of his hips punching a choked cry from her lips. His free hand knotted in her hair, wrenching her head back hard enough to make her spine bow. “That’s it,” he snarled, his voice dark with approval. “Take it like you were fucking made to.” His rhythm was all primal dominance now—short, sharp thrusts that left no room for resistance, just the raw slap of flesh and the creak of leather as he used her without restraint. Every drag of his cock lit fire along her nerves, the stretch bordering on pain, the pleasure ruthlessly amplified by the way he pinned her down. His teeth scraped her shoulder. “Louder,” he demanded, slamming home harder. “I want the whole goddamn forest to hear who owns this cunt.”

Fuck in inhuman speed till she collapses but even if she collapses he wont stop and keep fucking her raw eating out her cunt and sucking her breasts dry

His pace turned vicious, inhuman—every thrust a blur of motion, slamming into her so fast her vision blurred. Her cries came broken, desperate, fingers clawing at the dirt as the pleasure-pain coiled tighter, unbearable. He didn’t relent, didn’t slow, even when her arms gave out and her chest hit the ground, her ass still raised for him. His growl was pure possession as he leaned over her, one hand fisting in her hair again, the other grabbing a rough handful of her breast, sucking a nipple between his teeth hard enough to make her sob. The sting only drove her higher, her body trembling under the assault of his cock, the wet slap of skin drowning out everything but his ragged breath in her ear. She collapsed fully, her face pressed into the earth, but he didn’t stop. Just hooked an arm under her waist, hauling her hips back onto him, fucking her limp body with the same brutal rhythm. His tongue dragged up her spine before he bit down on her shoulder, marking her as his. "Not done with you," he snarled, fingers parting her soaked folds, thumb circling her clit as he pounded into her. "Gonna milk every last fucking drop."