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Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest as you stared up at the mask that loomed over your body, seeing the soulless deer eyes that stared at you. It reminded you of the many times that the Gamekeeper had hunted you down through the various arenas, ruthless and unforgiving, savouring the hunt. This was no different to the hunts then as the one now, watching one of his large hands come to the bottom of the deer mask and take it off his head, the long brown strands of his hair sticking to the sides of his face and stumble as he threw it somewhere else in the room.
No longer did you stare at the gamekeeper, but, you stared at Bane himself, seeing the words that he wanted to say die desperately on his tongue, but, in those eyes you could see the fire that lit your body alight more than whatever this smog had done, feeling that heat burn you from the inside between your loins. His neck was strong, his jaw sharp, his nose long and hooked, but, you didn’t get to stare at them for too long as he captured your lips in a kiss, the uncomfortable weight of the trap on your leg stopping you from hooking both legs around his waist.
He was so thick around his waist and between your thighs, feeling his cock rub against your soaking, covered slit as he rutted against your warmth, his hands roaming over what remained of your clothing, fingers hooking under whatever they could before your bodice was in shreds, fluttering around your body to surround it like a mock blanket, though, it did little to warm you or protect you against the hungry gazes that floated overhead, Bane’s scent filling your senses until there was none, his heat everywhere except your needy loins.
You had almost forgotten Luchino was there until his scaley mouth was the next one to overlap yours, shoving his tongue deep within your mouth as you arched against a cold, pointed hand as it cupped your breast. It was a new sensation, kissing a man without lips, but, he somehow made it work. Four hands, two mouths, yet you were the only one making noise, whimpering against Luchino’s flexible tongue as he stimulated your tongue, nails pinching and pulling on your already sensitive nipples as your skin pebbled from the air.
Luchino’s tongue left your mouth last when he pulled back, those haunting orange eyes staring down at you with the same haziness that Bane had. “All that running has made her so warm…” He cooed, nails leaving your nipples to drag over your throat, your body both wanting to jump away and push into them to savour the feeling before they pushed into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. “Not my ideal way of a mating ritual, but, she looks so…”
Perfect, divine, delicious? You could only guess what the man was about to say as he trailed off to something in Italian, his native tongue fitting him so well as he pressed against your tongue, keeping it pinned as you tried to make noise. You tried to remove his hand from your mouth by grabbing his wrist, though, it seemed that he was anticipating it as he took both and pinned them against his thigh, your fingers twisting as you struggled to find something to hold onto.
Your body suddenly felt so cold. It still burned from the inside, it still felt so painful and wanting for something that you couldn’t describe, but there was no mistaking the goosebumps that ran all over your skin as you felt what remained of your clothing fall away, Bane’s hands pressing against the inner parts of your thighs to spread you apart.
“I can smell her from up here,” Luchino chuckled. You didn’t even have to look between your legs to feel your wetness rolling down the curve of your ass, Bane’s fingers gently prying your lips open and you knew he was staring, “She’s all over the manor, scenting everything, making her so tempting.”
It was the stupid smog — whatever the manor owner had put into the air had clouded your senses and theirs too, though, those thoughts melted away as you felt a finger swipe up your needy slit, collecting juices that made your thighs jump with electric currents, whining when Bane immediately didn’t do it again. It had felt so good, you weren’t even sure why you had been running anymore, lifting your hips as you sought out his finger again, feeling the bottom of his palm as it pressed against your folds that blocked your clit from being touched.
Your hips thrashed violently as he pulled his hand further away, only being stopped as Luchino pressed his fingers further back into your mouth. “Behave, mouse, good things get rewarded.”
How could you calm yourself when your body was on fire? How were you able to keep still when the electric currents that ran through you were like the remedy that your system needed? Your fingers hooked onto something above your head and you listened to Luchino hiss, eyes barely able to catch glance at the slit your fingers had grazed. When had he removed his pants you did not know, but, you strained your arms to press against it again, finding it oddly warm against your inferno of a body, but it got the reaction of Luchino shuddering above your form, the lizard heaving a heavy breath as he stared down at you.
Your body was shifted further up the table so that your hand could more firmly press against the slit, your fingers sinking further in before finding resistance, your brow furrowing as you explored the flesh with your fingers, unable to see inside. The hisses and the mutterings above encouraged you, playing with the hole until you saw the beginning of something poking out, your fingers hooking under it as you coaxed it from the fleshy cave.
You were not prepared for not one but two cocks being presented in your face, each glistening with something your mind couldn’t form the words for yet your mouth drooled at the sight, feeling some of it escape your mouth as you licked your lips.
You didn’t get to think on it long, something long and thick breaching the outer muscles of your drooling hole and even when your body didn’t resist, you could feel the burn that came with the intrusion, legs tensing and spasming as your body both tried to welcome and push Bane’s finger out, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit. With Luchino’s fingers in your mouth, your moans were unable to be stifled, free to throw themselves into the air as Bane dragged his finger against your walls. The same fingers that had tied you down, hurt you, choked you, they now pleasured you, one finger not enough as your hips pressed against his hand. He gladly gave you a second, stretching you even wider.
Luchino’s fingers finally left your mouth to tangle into your hair, your neck disagreeing with its position as your face was shoved against Luchino’s two cocks and slit, your nose filled with the scent that came with him, of earth and chemicals and yet it was everything you wanted, mouth opening enough to mouth at one of the two cocks, fingers hooking in the slit as the lizard groaned above you.
Your heartbeat was so loud in your ears and you chose to focus on that, letting your body do the thinking for your actions as you tried to piece together your rational thoughts. You knew that you couldn’t stay here — the others would come eventually, the others would eventually find you and they’d want to make a mess like this, too.
That could easily be another death for you, and even after that what would happen? You didn’t know how long the smog would last even after the determined end time, you didn’t know if the effects would wear off quickly.
You had to find a way to get more distance between you and them before they could swarm you.
You felt the trap on your leg slowly slip down and your brain focused on that, your free toes barely able to touch the teeth of the trap from around Bane’s waist, but, you summoned enough strength to lift the trap to meet. As your mouth worked Luchino’s cocks, alternating between the two and your cunt sucked in Bane’s fingers, feeling him beginning to bully your hole open further than before, you worked the trap down slowly.
You could feel that coil twirl in the pit of your stomach, your brain becoming fuzzier and fuzzier as the trap’s teeth reached your ankle, but, you were at least able to close your eyes in time as Luchino came on your face, the hot cum splattering across your face and cheek.
At least you got to cum too, screaming louder than you would normally have to cover up the noise of the trap releasing from your leg as you got yourself free. The noise distracted Bane enough that he removed himself from your body, your fingers reaching for the plate you had so desperately been going for before to smash against Luchino’s face, stunning the other hunter before you ran.
Wobbly legs or not, you kept running.
Thank god the servants had shown you the servant stairs once for emergencies, using distance to open up the secret door before you closed it behind you, hearing the footsteps echo pass.
You had to get cleaned up.
Michiko’s bathroom was a calming place to hide, using a towel from her hamper to wipe away the sin that stained your skin as you sat on the edge of her tub, doing your best to calm your racing heart and stabilise your shaky breaths. As the hours had continued, the hunters had become to grow more desperate, their movements becoming more unpredictable to where you had stayed in the servant’s stairs for much longer than you would have liked, your entire body growing cold before you had been able to make your next move.
The towel smelled like her, resisting the temptation to sniff it as you stood to throw it back in the hamper, making sure to hide it under her clothing so that she wouldn’t reach for it if she needed a soiled towel.
You could see that the sky was darkening from where you stood in the bathroom, peering through the crack in the door you had made as you counted the possible hours on your finger tips — you gave up after a bit, huffing as you sat back down on the bathtub’s edge, crossing your arms.
This wasn’t going to be a safe spot for long, Michiko would certainly return soon.
At least your mind was clearer now, you could think without a million other thoughts rushing to yell at you to hop onto someone’s fingers or phallus. You would savour it for now, your feet digging into the bathmat on the floor.
You were also going to have to replace some of Michiko’s snacks, having stolen some from the table in the middle of the room to feed yourself… it was next to cold tea too. With the three tea cups surrounding the table and the messy letter that was an inverse of yours, you could only assume that it had caught her by surprise just as much as it had caught you.
Exiting the bathroom, you picked up the letter off the table again, flipping it over a few times before sighing, knowing that no new information was going to magically appear because you had checked it for the thirteenth time.
Unlike Michiko who appeared in your vision as you slipped the letter again. It was like she had just appeared, the bells ringing in your ears as she stared down at you.
“You look…” You weren’t even sure if you would be able to rationalise with her in this state if she was as frazzled as the other hunters, noting how her hair was unusually messy as she reached for you.
The soft sob that came from her mouth as you stepped out of her reach broke your heart. “Please.” Pathetic, the word finally came to your mind as you finally noticed the tears in her eyes, the slight tremble of her lip, her hand still reaching out to you as she floated closer. “It hurts.”
Her hand grasped yours and forced you to press against the exposed skin of her chest where she had parted her kimono, feeling how oddly warm her body was compared to her usual icy touch and you knew at once that the symptoms you were feeling… you weren’t the only one. You could see where her nails had scratched her own skin, leaving marks that clearly was made in frustration if her wavering voice wasn’t enough.
Did they all feel this way too, so fuzzy and hazy and warm?
You laid your palm flat against the exposed skin, knowing that if she were alive you would feel a heartbeat yet there was none there, only skin. Only uncharacteristic warmth.
You couldn’t leave her like this, you just couldn’t, drawing closer to the taller woman as you stared into the voids of her eyes. “Let me help you, yeah?” You could at least help her dull the pain if she asked so nicely.
She was too eager to strip herself of her clothing when asked, her chastity being thrown to the wind as she exposed herself to your gaze, the pale skin dazzling like the tears in her eyes as you slotted yourself between her legs. Taking one of her hands, you intertwined her fingers with yours, your other hand going to gently brush her thighs.
“Just lay back and be good for me.”
You didn’t know what you were doing, your fingers hesitant as you stared at her flesh, but yet there was a small part of you in the back of your mind that whispered things to try, your fingers gently massaging the outer folds, watching as Michiko’s free hand covered her mouth, the woman too embarrassed to even look you in the eye.
You squeezed her fingers when you felt them squeeze you hard, rubbing your thumb along hers as you teased her. Even when she had whispered her pleas, laid herself bare, you could feel her trembling like a leaf underneath your touch, your fingers not wanting to do more than what she was comfortable with. Leaning down, you pressed a kiss between her breasts, listening to her sigh as you ran your lips across the flesh.
“I need you to look at me… Please?” You whispered, watching as her eyes opened, head tilting down to look at you, “good…”
Michiko’s whine jingled like her bells as you ghosted a lip over a nipple, wanting to hear it again like a wind chime, but, you didn’t have a lot of time.
Dropping to your knees between her legs, you foregoed the pleasantries as you allowed yourself to dig your tongue into her folds, tasting the sin that spewed between her legs. Even though you wanted to take it at her pace, you could feel the smog begin to take its toll again, making your nether lips throb with a blinding need as you tasted her with tongue and lips. She tasted like something overly sweet, yet, there was something savoury underneath, her taste intoxicating as you felt her squeeze and grip grind against your face, desperate for release.
Around your head, in your hair, she gripped onto anything she could to have you closer, to have your tongue and lips work her needy clit and cunt into those sparks that you knew were making her legs tremble beside your head. You wanted her to not feel the pain, yet, from where you sat between her legs, you couldn’t help but find those tears that rolled down her face alluring, especially as she called your name.
If things had been different, you would have savoured this, but, you rushed, you worked, you did everything until her legs tightened around your head, keeping you locked into place as she squirted on your face, drenching you in everything her as she came undone.
And it broke your heart to leave her there in that afterglow, knowing that you couldn’t kiss those tears away as she lay on her sheets, chest heaving from bliss.
You stole her dressing gown on the way out, making sure to shut the door behind you so that she wasn’t exposed to whomever would pass.