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You don’t know how people do this.
Just running for five minutes in this thick, wet air has you gasping for breath, your limbs going shaky. The humidity makes it hard to breathe, you're somehow wet and dry, sticky with sweat yet gasping for water. Your heart feels like it's beating out of your chest, anxiety and the knowledge that you can’t stop only making it ache and hurt.
“Run, little rabbit!” The cocky voice of the hunter calls out, the echo making it sounds like she’s everywhere. Hiding in the trees, crawling in the grass, blending with the shadows.
Wherever she is, she is far too close.
So you keep running, despite the dizziness in your gate or the spots in your eyes. The adrenaline spikes your system, forcing you to forget all those tiny details. Like how your lungs heave so much you think they might burst, or how your ankles burn with each unsteady step across the jungle floor.
It’s one such unsteady step that’s your downfall; a knitted root catching at just the right angle and sending you flying, a shooting pain down across the bone.
You force down a scream, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. Several alien birds fly out of the canopy as you crash, an unfortunate beacon for your poor self.
You try to ignore the pain, adrenaline suppressing the receptors as you crawl across the ground. Your clothes are filthy, if not from sweat then from the mud and debris that collects across your font. It may be to your advantage, some sort of camouflage. But your mind is deprived of such clever tricks, the base sense to run is still too powerful. You crawl into a hole in the tangled roots of a tree, hoping it’s big enough for you to hide in, dark enough so she can’t see you.
The minutes you spend waiting, just edging to see if she’s caught on almost kill you. Your fading adrenaline brings the very real pain back, tears bubbling at the corner of your eyes. The sound of branches breaking, vines slashed apart by a machete forcing your hand over your mouth, trying not to wrack with sobs.
It’s still not enough.
“Gotcha.”
Her four eyes gleam in your shadowing dark hiding space, not long before a hand wraps around your bad ankle and yanks you outward. You try your best to get away, dig your nails into the ground, but nothing has enough purchase. With her superior musculature the huntress can whip you around like a ragdoll.
“You made it farther than others. Only by 20-or-so feet, but still, impressive for you humans.”
The huntress is just as terrifying as you remember her, a brick shithouse of an alien woman, decked out in the finest gear. Her hair-like tentacles all writhe, no doubt tasting your scent on the air, more efficient than a bloodhound. She sneers into her smile, razor white teeth contrasted against the swirling galaxy that is her skin. In another situation you’d call her beautiful, her form like a trapped supernova.
“Especially such a pretty one. I thought your kind kept your maters pampered, well rested?” She taps the side of your face like your an exotic pet, admiring her catch. “Whatever, you did good.” She stands up, leaving you unguarded, knowing there's no escape even if you tried to run. Her large hands could wrap around your neck and snap it in a second. She smiles again, licking her lips as she undoes the belt of her utility pants. “But I still caught you, so now’s time for my reward.”
You sob as she shucks down her pants, her hand grabbing you by the back of your skull and yanking you to sit on your knees. Yoru ankle still burns and now do your knees, pressed into the rough ground of the forest.
Black, sleek and militaristic underwear cover her cunt. She isn’t immune to the hot air of her home planet, the smell of her sweat and musk permeating the air. She forces you to snort it up, pressing your face directly into her crotch. Her head throws back as she grinds her lower half onto your nose, a bump not dissimilar to a human clit resting against your nose.
“Lick it, human.” She commands, doesn’t ask. Her grip tightens on your skull. “It’s what you’re good for.”
Another sob wracks your chest, but you do as she says. You kitten lick up her slit, wet and pressed taut against the fabric of her undies. She sighs, petting the side of your face.
“That’s a good pet.” She swivels her hip in a circle, forcing the flavor of her slick onto your tongue. It seeps through the fabric, potent and tangy. “Keep licking.”
You dart out your tongue, just the tip dipping in between her lips. Her taste is overwhelming, stuffed up your nose and down your throat. She seems to like the teasing motions at least, letting you get away with tiny licks at her center. But not for long.
“Harder, faster.”
Yoo afraid of what else she could do, so you follow. You force the flat of your tongue against her pussy, lick up the length of her. She grinds down even harder, your neck aching as he pushes you. She rides her button against the bride of your nose, biting into her lip.
“Stars.” She sighs, now grinding her cunt up and down your face, using your tongue like a pillow to hump into. “Pretty mouth to match a pretty face. I really got lucky, didn’t I?” She pats your head again. “Fine little human for myself. All it took was a quick jog through the forest, hah!”
Tears stream down the sides of your face, the humiliation and suffocation getting to you.
You take a gasping breath once she pulls you off, only for your heart to drop in your stomach as she pulls aside the fabric of her crotch. With her cunt now bare, she forces you back in, nose deep.
“Stick it inside.” The huntress growls. “I wanna feel it.”
Slick now runs down the sides of your jaw, mixing with your salty tears. You can do nothing else but what she commands.
Her walls clench around your tongue, sucking it in like its prey meant to be engulfed whole. The huntress humps down, and not wanting to feel her fearsome grip on your skull again, you start moving it around. Pressing against her spongy walls gets a good reaction, another moan and more essence dripping down your face. She rubs the top of your head.
“Smart too. A real prize.” She cures under her breathe as you shake your nose, letting it brush across her clit as you tongue-fuck her. The movement is almost relaxing, melodic enough to almost distract you from what's going on. In a similar vein you start drawing out the alphabet with your tongue, something to focus on and make the huntress feel good, maybe make this whole situation go by faster.
The huntress spreads her legs, steadying herself as she starts riding your face for real, keeping you in place with a brutal grip yet expecting you to keep up your machinations. Her warm thighs encase each side of you, meaty and warm. It's another oppressive heat added to the list.
“Fuck.” She draws out her vowel, hips beginning to twitch. “I’m gonna cum already, Whew, that chase really worked me up.” She pats your head again. “Don’t worry though, there will be plenty more of this for you to enjoy, pet.”
You clench your eyes shut, trying to project yourself somewhere else, leave your body.
But its hard to ignore reality when it's literally sitting on your face, practically suffocating you with its presence. All you can do is press forward, make sure she cums hard and fast.
Its why you tilt your jaw and begin to tongue fuck her as hard as you can, as deep as you can go. Whenever she twitches you come harder on that part, finding the weak spotsYou burrow your nose and draw tight circles around her clit.
“You better not waste any, p-pet.” You can practically hear the smirk in her voice, ever so confident despite her twitching pussy. “I want you to lick it up.” She punctuates her words with a timed grind, thighs finally clenching shut and pussy clamping around your tongue.
Her orgasm is just as powerful as her, wracking her whole body and almost knocking you to the ground. Of course, she rides it like your face is the saddle on a bucking bronco, forcing you not to move as she does.
When you can finally breathe, you fall to your hands, smearing her slick off your face and onto the back of them. You don;t get a second to reorient yourself when she grabs you by the jaw, forces you to look at her directly in her four eyes.
“Yes, I think I chose perfectly.”