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The snow was falling faster now. Big fluffy flakes, landing on my face. My white rabbit fur coat was keeping out the cold Scandinavian mid-winter wind as I trudged onward. My wool mitts held the collar tightly, pulling it up to cover my tender neck, and my long skirt was clinging to my legs, wet with snow. The bitter cold nipped at my cheeks and chin, and I knew they were now a rosy shade of red, along with my nose. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and kept moving. I had to be close by now.
I had left my cabin an hour ago, to venture down the mountain trail to the hot springs. As I had left and looked back at my cabin, the windows glowing with warmth, the first heavy flakes began to fall. My intuition told me to stay home, but I so wanted to bathe in the beautiful steamy mountain waters. So I turned, adjusted my white fur hat, and didn’t look back as I started down the mountain trail. But now, the snow was picking up by the minute.
I could hardly see where the white terrain ended and grey sky began, with tall leafless trees sticking out, connecting the two. The occasional tall evergreen stood, branches heavy with snow, hung suspended in the silver abyss. Snowflakes landing on my long eyelashes made it harder to see, as I walked forward, squinting to get a glimpse of the white frosted path. The snow began falling at an angle that made my feel like I was inside a snowglobe, turning upside down.
I talked myself out of being afraid. It’s got to be close, I said to myself. The trees looked familiar on the trail. Didnt they?Ahead in the distance, to my left, I saw a sign hung on a snow covered tree. As I got close, I saw it was weathered and fading, unwelcoming and unfamiliar. I approached the sign, trudging through the deep snow, pulling on my skirt after getting it caught in a rose bush. Now I could read it: No Trespassing. Private Land. Beware.
Damn. Beware of what? I must have gone off the trail at some point. Maybe I should turn around. But I turned around to find my tracks had been covered by the big fluffy snow, falling heavier now. So I kept walking into the snowy terrain, getting deeper, cursing myself for journeying out in this storm. I should have stayed home, I should have listened to my intuition. I could be sitting by my warm fireplace. But something else inside me made me want to wander today. My body was tense but I didn’t allow myself room for fear as I swallowed hard and kept moving forward, snow melting as it hit my warm cheeks.
I’m not afraid, I convinced myself. I know these woods, I’m less than an hour from home. I’ll make it to the hot springs, and by then the snow will have stopped.
I brushed the blond fringe out of my eyes, and then I saw right in front of me – a white rabbit that had stopped on the trail. It stared at me, and I stared back. Both of us frozen in our tracks. For a moment I admired it’s courage to be out in this storm, courage or stupidity. I wonder if it was thinking the same about me. Both of us dressed in white fur. Both of us still. Standing in the silence of a heavy snowfall.
Suddenly my heart jumped as I heard a loud branch crack behind me, and fear flooded my body head to toe. There was nothing behind me but snowy forest when I whirled around to look, but when I looked back, the white rabbit was gone. Not knowing what to do next, I paused, then I took a small step backward. Quiet. I glanced around, so still, listening, smelling, all my senses on high alert. I took another small step. Nothing. I almost laughed aloud. One more step. In an instant, I shreiked as my body became very suddenly upside down. Then, nothing but the sound of soft snowfall.
Helllp! I screamed, breathless. I looked up at my legs, they were bound, and I was hanging Casibom Giriş from a thick, rough tan rope, my long skirt falling above my knees, almost blocking my view.
Well, my oh my, a deep voice purred.
I couldn’t see him, but I could hear the crunch of the snow under his slow footsteps and saw his boots, huge worn leather boots stopping underneath me.
He slowly knelt down on one knee and picked up my white fur hat that had fallen to the ground, and he brushed off the snow with his enormous leather glove. He didn’t look up at me. I could see his long dark hair shining, with a slight wave, a few strands of silver, and white snowflakes now decorating it. It was falling from beneath a dark sort of fur hat. He stood up, and gently, slowly, spun me around to see my face. Our faces were at eye level, except for me hanging upside down. Trembling inside.
Please let me down, I gasped, trying to remain calm. His eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile forming. I was surprised to see that his face was stunning, and he had chestnut sparkling eyes, a slight scruff on his face. His black coat was well worn, but beautifully crafted. He caressed my cheek with his rough leather glove.
What have we here, he spoke delicately, in more of a statement than a question.
I don’t know who you are, but could you please let me down, I gasped again. He chuckled, and walked around me, circling me, like a wolf. The snow was falling softer now.
He was strong. Despite layers of winter clothing, I could tell by how he carried himself, with ease and steadiness. Stepping toward me, he took my body weight onto his wide shoulders and chest, and sliced the long rope in one quick movement. His arms caught my legs as they fell from the sky, setting me softly on the ground. My legs were still bound. And now he was holding the end of the rope.
I was trembling visibly now, and he reached out and gently placed my white fur hat back onto my head. Warmth. He patted it twice, then stroked my cheek again, his glove smelled of wood and leather. I was stunned. His glove moved down to my chin, down further to stroke the front of my white fur coat.
A little white rabbit, he grinned. Don’t be afraid.
I swallowed hard.
I want to be untied, I stated firmly, maintaining a glare with those wild eyes. He looked me up and down. He was tall, taller than I predicted. I stood to his chest, I was shrinking smaller with every quick heartbeat.
Okay little bunny, I’ll untie you, he said in a gruff voice. Have it your way.
Thank you, I was just on my way to the –
Mhm, he nodded. On my land.
I’m sorry, I wasn’t –
Wasn’t prepared to play today?
What? I shivered.
What if, he bit his red lip, pausing. Let’s say you get away… survive the storm… make it home… you’ll never have to see me again.
He bent down and untied my legs. This beautiful man in front of me on his knees made my whole body buzz with excitement.
But if I catch you… he stood up, watching me… Then you’re mine.
Maybe I would want to be his, this mysterious wild creature. But I couldn’t… It was absurd.
In fact, he smiled again, I’ll give you a head start.
What do you mean? I replied. I wished I hadn’t asked.
I told you, this is my land. I’m just doing what I do best, he said, leaning closer. And you’re a very, very lucky bunny. His long dark hair blew in the wind gently as snow piled slightly on the shoulders of his coat. For a moment, I was lost in his eyes.
So tell me, are you ready to play?
What exactly do you mean by play –
One. He cut me off.
What are you –
Two.
Maybe I –
Three. His dark Casibom bonus eyes got wide, a fierce grin emerging.
Four.
Deal! I screamed. Then, I ran. I didn’t look back.
I ran, but all the trees looked the same. I couldn’t retrace my steps because the snow was falling fast, covering them, leaving only small dents in the white terrain. And something told me that this feral Viking-looking hunter was a better tracker than I was. I didn’t dare to imagine what he would do if he caught me. But I ran for my life. Part of me was thrilled at the thought. The other part sent fear coursing through my veins like poison.
I glanced behind me, and there was no sight of him. I found an upturned tree and crawled beneath the angled roots, dirt and snow hanging from them. I was panting, full of adrenaline. Besides my hard breathing, silence. My breathing steadied, as I tried not to make a sound, not to move a muscle. My mind was racing. Who was he, what had I agreed to? Why was he hunting me in the forest, my forest? What does becoming his even mean? My heart was beating fast, with excitement or dread or both. It was so quiet. The Northern sun was beginning to set. Quiet. A long exhale. I waited, then I dared to peek my head above the tree roots, just for a moment. Why was he taking so long? It was excruciating. My body was buzzing with anticipation. Quiet. The snow was still falling steady. Freezing.
Then a voice purred from behind me. Gotcha.
I shreiked and a huge glove grabbed my leg from under the tree, pulling my body along with it. My wool mitts clawed into the snow.
My skirt caught on a branch, tearing. Wait! I shreiked. Still lying on my back in the snow, the Hunter effortlessly tied a few knots around my wrists, and then my legs with the same rough tan rope.
Too easy, he laughed, shaking his head.
Okay, fine, you caught me, now let me go, I pleaded.
He finished the last knot and got very close, peering into my eyes, before kissing me softly with his red sensuous lips. My eyes were wide.
Isn’t this little game over yet? I nervously teased.
Over? Little bunny, it’s just getting started.
With that, he tossed me effortlessly over his right shoulder, a huge leather glove smacking my ass, leaving a handprint of snow on my torn skirt.
It was a short walk until I smelled a wood stove burning, and I knew we were at his cabin. My stomach dropped. My body tingled. I could only see the ground from this angle, and his heavy black pants, a hunting knife strapped to a leather belt with another strap around his thigh. I watched his huge boots steadily stomping through the snow like he owned the forest. The most powerful creature in it. And me, a helpless, pathetic little animal.
A heavy door opened and we walked inside the entryway of a warm cabin. Finally, warmth, smelling of wood stove and cedar planks. He didn’t take off his boots as he walked into another room and threw me hard onto an enormous bed in a wooden frame, right onto a fur blanket. Is this what he does with his catches, turns them into blankets?
What are you going to do to me? I asked. I didn’t want to know. But I had some ideas of what I hoped he would do to me. He removed my boots. He removed my white fur hat and I shook my hair out from underneath. Then with his enormous leather gloves, he ripped the remaining fabric of my skirt completely off. I gasped. I was laying on my side now, legs tied and bent, wrists bound and trembling.
So, little rabbit, he growled into my neck. You’re mine now, remember? My little pet. My body grew warmer and softer with his lips moving from my ear down to my collarbone. His dark hair smelled fresh Casibom güvenilir mi? and earthy in my face. I got lost in it.
I suppose I would be, I said, if you were better at tying knots. And I slipped my hands right out of the ropes. His jaw dropped and with one large hand he grabbed both my wrists hard, and tied them again, tighter.
You’re in trouble now, sweetheart, he said, hand tightly gripping my chin.
He left the room and I looked around in a daze, a swirl of anticipation, excitement, trembling. He returned without any clothes on at all, just bare skin, and his hands alone could have ripped me apart. His chest was huge, and he was raw strength. And he was holding a hard piece of leather.
Smack! I yelped. My ass was stinging. He abruptly forced my fleece tights and panties down just above where my knees were bent and bound.
Smack! I yelped again and a flood of pleasure filled in place of the sting.
Smack!
He picked up my whole body by my bound legs and threw me on my back, climbing on top of me, his heavy body was so close to mine. He ripped open my soft white coat, and pulled my shirt up revealing my naked tits and stomach.
Then he kissed my lips hard, and this time, I kissed him back. His tongue was soft but aggressive. He purred deeply and softly. When his lips moved to my neck I moaned and he grazed his perfect teeth over my collarbone. He could tear my skin with one bite and he knew it. He snarled and pressed his teeth into my shoulder. I was ready to surrender. I wanted him to take me. Eat me already. He won. His prize. Teeth found my nipple and I gasped. Moving lower with his mouth, he grazed my roped legs with his enormous hands. Warm lips kissed my stomach and then he pressed his teeth into my thigh, exhaling with a slight agony, as if it was effort for him to hold back. Then he let his mouth wander between my legs, and his tongue found my pussy. He touched my wetness and licked his fingers, looking at me, and then with a snarl he devoured between my legs. My eyes went into a haze as he tasted me, loving every second, his tongue and then hands finding my clit. He slid a hand inside my warm pussy and I gasped again, his mouth on my clit like he was hungry for it. He started fucking me with his huge hand and I couldn’t get enough. More.
He soon got up and licked his lips at me, still fucking me with his hand. Then placing his other hand heavy on my chest, he pushed me down into the bed.
I was squirming and moaning in a haze.
You like that, little bunny?
Yes, I panted.
I didn’t hear you, he said as he shoved another two fingers inside me.
Yes!
He threw my tightly roped legs to the side again and started stroking his huge hard cock.
He was rubbing my pussy now so wildly that I cried out in mercy. I was about to explode. This was purely tortuous now. And he loved watching me squirming, moaning.
My body heated up into my brain and my pussy began to pulse with pleasure. Riding the wave, my body tensed and I screamed. Orgasm rippled through my veins, pulse after pulse, and he went with the rhythm.
Are you ready for me now, little bunny? I’m ready to take my prize.
Then he leaned down to whisper softly, lips touching my neck –
You will take every inch of this cock.
He thrust it deep between my legs and my wet pussy was dying for it. Fucking me on my side while pushing my arms down into the fur beneath us, my legs were still bound. I screamed and he howled out with a lustful groan. This feral man destroying me as he had promised.
This pussy is mine, he growled. Show me you understand.
I nodded, and he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, arching my neck for him to take a bite.
He fucked me into the bed with such strength I couldn’t even move.
And this ass… is mine. A demand.
He growled again as he exploded onto my smacked-red ass. Dripping cum everywhere.
He was right. I was his. I knew what he meant now. I was tagged. I was already scheming how I could be caught again.
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