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Rey’s freezing, shivering, her fingers are too cold to try to fight her way free of the net of rope she’s tangled in. She never should have come here, never should have agreed to come with Plutt, should have braved his threats. The fool was now dead and laying in pieces some mile or two behind her, beyond the freezing water that she plunged into before tumbling into this trap. She hopes it's for the two creatures that set upon near the base of the foothills but hope is fading fast.
Envisioning the same fate as her tormentor, being eaten alive by two hyenas as they pounce. She’d caught a good glimpse of them as they descended on Plutt, their teeth folding so easily around his flesh as he tried desperately to hang onto Rey’s wrist as she struggled to get away. Part of her wants to believe it was his fear of dying alone, but deep down she knows it was in the hope they’d take her instead.
However it seems that they will take her anyways as just above her racing heart she can hear their shrill and eerie laughter as it cuts through the trees on the wind. They are not like the hyenas of the jungle, they are some amalgamation of man and beast, rising up on hind legs to walk upright when they so choose, taller than Plutt and therefore gifted with the long strides needed to hunt her down.
She reaches for the knife in her boot but she struggles to keep the handle in the grip of her cold fingers and to her dismay it falls with a thump in the leaf litter beneath her as she dangles above the ground, tangled in a net.
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She wraps her arms around herself the best she can, her skin prickling with the ache for warmth. She hears the rustle of leaves, the snapping of branches and the excited yips of the two creatures that will surely devour her so easily.
Rey is no stranger to the story of the hyena men, brothers born to a powerful pack who set out on their own to claim their place in the world as they searched for a Queen to rule them. They’re just as tall and broad as the story implies, muscular with razor sharp fangs and dark mops of hair that run up their spine, their bodies covered in spotted fur, fingers tipped with dark claws. But before today she didn’t expect they were anything more than stories for children to keep them from exploring beyond their parents’ sight.
She can’t contain the sob that leaves her, hot tears slipping down cold cheeks as the creatures get so close that she can practically hear them breathing. She can’t bring herself to look behind her, the hairs standing on her neck as she practically vibrates with every approaching step.
Then she feels the lick of a wide, wet tongue against the bare skin of her calf where her leg dangles outside the netting.
“Mate cold.” She hears one say, surprised by their ability to speak.
The other chuffs and with a snap of the rope that keeps her perched above the ground she drops with a barely contained squeal into the arms of the beast below her.
She waits for what must be certain death, except she’s merely adjusted into a more comfortable and secure grip before being carried away to a nearby sod hut. She’s shivering and despite the palpable fear that seizes her throat, she leans into the warm, almost hot, body of the beast that’s carrying her. He bows low through the door, and only once she’s inside and the other is closing the door behind him is she set down. She stands stock still for a moment as she’s untangled from the netting she’s in and she regains her bearings. There’s a spark of light that fills the space, before a fire roars to life in the hearth.
The brother’s continue to handle her, nudging her closer to the ember glow but as she stands before the flames that are just beginning to grow warm, the tattered and wet fabric that she wears he wrenched from her body. Her shoes are next, her feet being lifted with rough hands to pull them off of her. As she stands there in her underthings she realizes it's the most terrifying thing that’s happened so far. She turns to face one of her captors, noting that his hackles are raised as if he’s preparing for a fight but there’s the telltale sign of his arousal between his legs, a pink tapered cock that protrudes from a dark, furry sheath.
With a start she darts for the door despite being half dressed, somehow making it past the brothers and outside. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stumbles barefoot through the thick underbrush, rocks and pinecones digging into the soles of her feet as sticks scrape against her face.
Rey can hear the call of the hunt as they give chase and she can only hope that by choosing to forgo the well worn path that they brought here that she can escape from their clutches, even if it means freezing to death.
But her flight is for naught as she is once again trapped in a strong and warm embrace. She’s lifted off the ground and she kicks her feet in a futile effort to break free, hitting and clawing at the creature who’s captured her. She lets out a scream and digs her fingers into the muscled arm at her waist.
There’s the deep rumble of a chuckle before sharp teeth press into the meat of her shoulder. It’s a warning and she stills but doesn’t slump, not with the hard cock pressing against her backside. Her breath hitches and she’s hauled over a shoulder with a slap to her backside before she’s carted back to the hut, a few sharp yips cut into the air, no doubt signifying that she’s been caught.
Her whole body trembles and shakes, her muscles aching from the tension. She gives up the fight when she’s brought back in front of the fire and stripped out of the rest of her clothing. She curls in on herself but it’s not enough to chase away the deep-set cold and ache. She’s pulled against a large warm body, his breath fans against her skin and a warm tongue tentatively follows.
“Mate,” the voice rumbles, sending a shiver through her.
She should be desperately trying to get away, a disgusted voice in the corner of her mind warns her. Except she’d lulled by the warmth and the gentle licks to her shoulder and neck. The blunt muzzle presses into her nape and breathes deeply, making hot coils descend into Rey’s belly.
The other hyena busies himself with something, food, she gathers if the scent of spices is any indication. Her stomach rumbles and the creature at her back pulls her in tighter. His hand, large and rough grazes over her skin before squeezing her hip. Rey sucks in a breath, not understanding how the possessive touch sends a different kind of heat coursing through her blood.
She distracts herself by taking stock of the room, narrow and long with doors to the outside on either end. There’s a kitchen, a living area, a room on the other side of the hearth and she wonders if it’s some sort of sauna as the furs and cushions near the fire indicate that they sleep here. She rubs her feet together at the thought of such intense warmth as a room filled with steam and the creature that holds her pulls her in tighter against him, almost wrapping completely around her.
“Mate, eat,” the other one huffs as he crouches in front of her. He has chunks of seasoned meat in a bowl, offering her a cube held between two thick fingers.
Her mouth waters even as she glances at him mistrustfully. He cocks his head, the thick tuft of hair atop his head flopping into his eyes. It’s a way to tell them apart, mophead crouches in front of her while the other has a ridge of longhair that bisects his skull and runs down his spine, like a mohawk.
Mophead’s eyes lock onto hers, a warm amber that takes her breath away. He takes the cube of meat, pops it into his mouth and chews. She grimaces, wondering if it’s Plutt that he’s offering to feed her.
“Venison,” he reassures her as if reading her thoughts before taking up a second cube. She takes it, flavor bursting on her tongue as the hand on her hip gives a little squeeze.
She swallows down the morsel and reaches for the bowl but he jerks it away with a shake of his head, the one behind her letting out a giggle.
She scowls and considers him but chooses the food over control. He’s pleased with her, puffing out his chest and settling closer as the one behind her strokes her skin and nuzzles into her neck.
“Ben,” the one in front of her says with a finger pointing to his chest. “Kylo,” he says, gesturing to the one behind her.
She can feel how his cock still presses against her ass but he’s done nothing about it except give an occasional rock of her hips.
“Rey,” she tells them.
“Queen,” Kylo whispers hotly in her ear. She shivers despite the warmth of his body against hers and the fullness that settles in her belly. When she’s done eating and Ben’s given her something to drink she stays settled and warm against Kylo’s chest. She stretches out some to get comfortable from her formerly curled position and Ben takes it as an invitation to lay between her legs, using her leg as a pillow. It’s comfortable, warm and she can’t help the way her eyes blink sleepily as she watches the fire.
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There’s a warm ache in Rey’s belly and it makes her shift her hips. She sighs and whimpers, shifts again. It feels good and she wants to chase it, another roll is accompanied by something warm and wet on her skin. Her eyes flutter open and she realizes where she is, still leaned against Kylo’s chest in a nest of furs and cushions, with Ben between her legs where he’s used her thigh as a pillow all night.
Ben’s eyes meet hers, glowing eerily in the mostly dark room. A low rumble leaves his chest as he dips his head, licking at that sensitive place at the apex of her thighs. Her mouth drops open as her breath stutters, surprised by the sensation as heat coils and pools in places she didn’t know it could live.
Ben licks again, licks his chops as if he’s just ate a meal. Kylo wakes when she lets out a whine, his hands gripping her hips to pull her up onto his lap. He huffs, licking at her neck before nipping her ear and tugging at her lobe, his breath sending a shiver through her.
Ben continues to lick at her, pushing her legs up and apart properly exposing her sex to him. All while Kylo’s cock hardens as he humps against her backside. She writhes and whimpers chasing the feeling that builds inside of her, Ben’s tongue slipping into her slick channel. She gasps and squirms as Kylo’s hands palm at her tits, the rough pads of his fingers pinching and rasping over her the hardening buds of her sensitive nipples.
Kylo shifts her again, letting his hard dick slip between her open thighs, nestling it in the cleft of her cheeks. She can see where it bobs between her legs, interfering with the way Ben is attempting to devour her cunt. She shouldn’t like this, should like it even less with the way Ben’s tongue strokes up his brother’s cock before nudging it to the side and returning his attention to her leaking slit, causing Kylo to let out a high pitch chattering.
She’s never done this with another person before, never had the time or privacy to explore her own pleasure. Yet she’s panting and eager as the fearsome beasts lick and pluck at every nerve ending that she didn’t know existed. She doesn’t know how she can let them do this to her, how her body so willingly gives itself over, except that she’s warm and safer than how she entered the forest. Her belly is full.
“Little Queen,” Kylo rasps in her ear with a thrust of his hips. “Mate,” he huffs, her skin tingling as his breath flutters over her skin.
Ben gives a yip, even as his tongue is stroking the slick walls of her cunt, stroking and teasing, his nose pressed against the pinpoint of pleasure that makes her buck her hips against his face. Her thighs brush against furry cheeks as she struggles to stay still, adding the brilliance of every touch to the fire the burns within.
She’s panting and needy, whimpering as her fingers thread through the thick fur of Kylo’s thighs or, more boldly, fist in the hair on Ben’s head as she keeps him pressed as close to her throbbing need as she is able. Then her body goes taught and that vessel of molten heat that has been filling tips and spills into her body, making her limbs jerk and tremble as she gasps and cries out.
Kylo chatters and whoops in glee behind her, not relenting on the way he pinches and pulls on over sensitive nipples as he thrusts his cock. Something hot and liquid lands on her thigh and Ben’s tongue is quick to follow to clean it up, even as Rey shivers from the sensation of a rough tongue on her tingling flesh.
With a huff she’s been jostled and moved until she’s astride Ben’s hips, his cock hard where it’s trapped against her core. Kylo kneels behind her, licking and lapping at her, her body jerking in over sensitivity as his rough palms spread her cheeks so he can focus on the furled muscle of her ass. She gasps in surprise, tries to squirm away in her nervousness but Ben stills her by wrapping his arms around her tightly. He rocks his hips, his cock sliding against her belly where it’s rapped between them.
With a gasp Rey realizes what they want to do as Kylo’s eager tongue slips just past the ring of muscle. A shiver of pleasure rolls up her spine and Ben whoops and titters, his hands roaming, as if he knows she’s fully submitted to their greedy tongues and greedier cocks. Kylo continues to work her open on his tongue, her cunt dripping with need and want.
Somehow the boys sense her need like it is nothing more complex than smoke on the wind or the sound of water from a stream. They shift her, Kylo’s hand guiding Ben’s cock to her slickened entrance, Ben rolling his hips, pressing inside of her as his eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a high pitched whine. Her hands brace against his chest, fingers curling into muscle, nails nipping into fur and flesh as he stretches her open.
She’s gasping and sweat is beginning to dampen her skin despite the coolness of the room. Ben is in constant movement, rolling his hips, gripping her thighs to lift and lower her. She pushes against him to sit more upright, settles further back onto his cock, impatience building for more of that feeling she’d had earlier, even though his cock is so thick there’s a slight pinch with each new depth.
Once she’s fully seated on his cock she collapses against his chest, the sensations that Kylo creates inside of her steals her breath as his tongue plunges into her depths, it's as if he’s tracing the outline of his brother cock through the thin barrier that separates them and she shivers.
Rey whines and whimpers when Kylo removes his tongue, Ben taking the opportunity to thrust up into her cunt, his cock sliding wetly into her tight channel, the room filling with the sounds of each thrust and the growl and whimpers of their pleasure. Then she feels the press of something hot against her ass, turning back to see Kylo behind her, looking eagerly at the place he’s prepared for himself.
Rey whimpers and Ben squeezes her backside, stilling and slipping free from her entrance so his brother can more easily take his place. Rey’s body tenses on instinct and Ben licks and nibbles at her neck while Kylo’s hand strokes her back as he presses inside. She’s wetter than she thought as his tapered head slips easily inside of her, stretching her open even further, her body trembling in wanton anticipation and need.
Her core feels like it’s on fire as he works her open, impaling her on his thick length as Ben nips and nibbles, yipping excitedly once his brother’s hips still completely. She’s breathless, tears leaking from her eyes from the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Kylo’s massive hands grip her hips and he pulls back before slowly sliding back inside.
“Mate, knot,” Kylo growls in her ear. He lifts her off of Ben, cradling her chest to his body, keeping her impaled on his cock and sitting back against the nest of cushions and firs. Ben gives a bodily shake, as he gets on his knees, crawls forward and licks at the base of his brother’s cock.
Rey whimpers, and squirms, hand fisting in Ben’s hair. Kylo titters a laugh behind her, rolling his hips so he’s as deep as he can get. Rey rocks on his cock, eager to move, that feeling of impatience running over until Ben is looking up at her with a knowing gaze, licking his way up her body, razor sharp teeth grazing over a pebbled nipple. He lines up his cock with her dripping hole, the rough pad of his thumb teasing over the hard nub that sends pleasure racing up her spine and through her limbs. Kylo spreads her legs over his thighs, keeps her pinned open like some specimen to be studied, and maybe she is with the way they follow each tremble and sigh with another touch, roll of their hips or flick of their tongues.
Rey’s body stretches even more as Ben feeds his cock inch by inch into her, until he’s panting hard above her, more than he had when he’d chased her through the woods or tore the life away from her former employer
It makes her feel powerful to have this effect, do nothing more than be willing and eager to take his and his brother’s cocks and pleasure. She feels like she’s practically vibrating before realizing that it is Kylo trembling beneath her, whining as Ben stays still above them.
Kylo snarls and snaps, Rey tensing for a brief moment earning silence from the both. Ben shudders above her and Kylo squirms beneath her and it is as if her small act snaps the tension. Ben rolls his hips, his cock sliding with ease. She stutters over an inhale as Ben’s hips find a slow rolling rhythm, his hips landing firmly while Kylo whimpers beneath her, his hands roaming over every curve of her body. Rey grasps for anything that’ll make her feel like she’s still of the world; a fistfull of fur, an arm, the hand that mauls her sensitive breast.
“Mate,” Ben begins to chant with each roll of his hips, Kylo matching him in rhythm as they fuck her.
“Queen,” Kylo whimpers, fingers teasing over that bundle of nerves. Their words only add to the sound of pleasure that fills the hut, the lewd sounds of their cocks moving inside of her, her breath coming out raspy and peppered with moans and mewls.
Ben speeds up his hips, pleasure imminent, Rey’s body responding by squeezing around their cocks as her back arches with pleasure. Each brother mouths at her neck, until their teeth are each pinched on opposite sides, their teeth digging into delicate flesh as they whimper and growl. She briefly envisions them tearing her apart just before she comes again.
She’s caught by surprise when their cocks thicken as she spasms and twitches between them, both of them howling a sharp cry to the ceiling as she is stretched to her capacity on their cocks. They’re seated as deeply as they can get, filling her with more cock than she knew to expect while hot jets of their seed fill her with another kind of warmth.
It sends her reeling, this pleasure she never knew, bigger and more expansive, as if she’s the pinpoint of some brilliant light.
Her world is muted as her body recovers, bright flashes of oversensitivity interspersed in the darkness behind her eyelids. Outside of her there’s only stillness and heat, micro adjustments of bodies, shifting of still hard cocks until they are freed from her trembling and exhausted body. A rough tongue laps between her legs with a gentle and almost apologetic whimper, her eyes peeking open to see sunlight drift from the small windows above.
She sighs as she’s cradled against one of the brothers and falls into a more blissful sleep.
***
It’s days before the sun properly kisses her skin, the boys feeding her fruit and meat before feeding her their hungry cocks, filling her with fat knots. Ones that she licks and nibbles when they’re not sheathed by her willing body.
When she finally emerges from the hut it’s to walk in meadows and forests, no longer concerned by shadows and the snapping of twigs, because she belongs to the creatures that mothers warn their children about.