Free Web NovelChapter 24: Chapter 24: Dawn and Desire
Hours bled into the dark as Kellar remained vigilant, his back braced against the frozen trunk of the ancient pine. Slowly, the thick, suffocating blackness of the canopy began to fracture. The very first grey rays of dawn cracked through the distant mountain ridge, barely illuminating the mist rising from the damp forest floor.
"Almost sunrise" Kellar thought, his eyes tracking the subtle light. "The worst of the thermal drop is over."
Suddenly, a warm, soft palm slid down his lower abdomen, her fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing girth of his shaft. Kellar looked down, his emerald eyes meeting Mila’s wide, heavy-lidded gaze. Her face was flushed bright crimson, her breath escaping in short, shallow puffs against his collarbone.
"I’m sorry, Kellar..." Mila whispered, her fingers tightening around his rod as she dragged her wet center against his thigh. "It’s just... I feel this terrifying heat inside. I’ve never felt this kind of burning hunger in my entire life... Please..., I need you inside me right now."
Kellar’s dark smirk returned instantly. "You’re addicted to this, aren’t you?"
"Yes... please," Mila whimpered, completely throwing away her tribal pride as she scrambled up onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs.
She guided the massive, throbbing purple head right against her slick, swollen lips. With a sharp gasp of mixed pain and intense pleasure, she dropped her hips down, burying his monstrous thickness inside her tight, narrow canyon.
*Plaff!*
"Ahhh! Kellar!" Mila cried out, her head snapping back as her firm breasts bounced. Her internal walls immediately clamped down around his length, weeping a torrent of hot juices that made every movement incredibly loud.
Kellar grabbed her bare hips, lifting and slamming her down onto his rod with a brutal, relentless rhythm. The wet, slapping sound of their naked bodies echoed shamelessly into the morning mist.
"Is this what you wanted, Mila?" Kellar growled, thrusting up aggressively. "The pariah’s weapon stretching you open?"
"Yes! Harder! Kellar!" Mila screamed, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders as she ground her ass down onto his groin, completely surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy. "I am your woman... drive it all the way to my womb!"
She was lost in the rhythm, her moans turning loud and erratic as Kellar ruthlessly drilled into her tight center. But as the raw pleasure clouded their minds, the persistent, metallic odor of the stalker suddenly sharpened.
Kellar was so focused on pounding into her soaking flesh, listening to her dirty whimpers, that his mind failed to process the sudden, silent acceleration of the scent. The invisible presence wasn’t just hovering twenty yards out anymore—it was closing the distance at an alarming speed, gliding through the morning fog straight toward their exposed backs.
Mila’s internal walls began to spasm, clamping down around his massive length like a vice as her body reached its breaking point.
"Kellar! I’m coming! Ahhh!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back as a massive wave of ecstasy shattered her consciousness.
Kellar let out a deep roar, driving his hips forward one last time to bury himself to the absolute hilt, unleashing a thick, pressurized torrent of hot seed straight into her deepest depths.
Right at that exact moment of release, his Hunter’s Scent short-circuited his brain. The metallic musk exploded right behind his neck. The predator was already in mid-air.
"Move!" Kellar barked, his survival instincts overriding the pleasure.
With his rod still actively pulsing and erupting, he threw his weight forward, slamming Mila down onto the damp moss to shield her. The sudden displacement caused his thick shaft to pop clean out of her drenched, gasping slit with a loud, wet PLOP.
Because he was still in the middle of a massive ejaculation, the sudden removal caused the final, thick stream of his semen to shoot wildly into the morning air like a pressurized fountain.
Kellar whipped his head around, his right hand holding his ceremonial blade, his eyes locking onto the shadow leaping from the fog. His erect, twitching cock was aimed straight at the incoming silhouette—and the high-velocity stream of white seed splashed directly across the creature’s face.
The beast opened its jaws, catching the warm, thick fluid mid-air, and swallowed it down with an audible, deeply satisfied GULP. It landed softly on its paws just two feet away, smacking its lips as it looked down at Kellar’s dripping rod with hungry, glowing eyes—as if it were looking at the most delicious, juicy steakin the entire forest.
Kellar froze completely, his blade hanging uselessly in the air as his mind went entirely blank.
"What the actual fuck...?" Kellar muttered, staring at the creature. "So *this* little guy is what’s been tracking us all night?"
Sitting right before him was a small beautiful cat. Its fur was an immaculate, glowing snow-white, completely untouched by the dirt of the wild. It was the exact physical manifestation that the System had used to represent itself when he first arrived in this world.
The white cat tilted its head, letting out a soft, purring meow as it licked the remaining drops of semen from its whiskers, its eyes locked hungrily onto Kellar’s groin, completely ignoring the massive spiked club and the razor-sharp dagger.
Mila, barely recovering from the intense climax, pushed herself up on her elbows, her face flushing as she saw the tiny creature. Like most women, her defenses completely dissolved the moment she saw something small and cute.
"Oh... it’s so beautiful," Mila whispered, completely forgetting the terror of the night as she instinctively reached her hand out to scoop the white cat into her arms.
*Fshhhk!*
The white cat’s ears flattened instantly. With lightning speed, it whipped its front paw through the air. Mila’s warrior reflexes kicked in just in time; she yanked her hand back by a fraction of an inch, but the creature’s tiny, translucent claws kept going, striking the solid, dirt-packed earth right beneath her fingers.
The small paw left three deep, perfectly clean trenches in the frozen dirt and sliced straight through a thick tree root as if it were soft butter, leaving a smooth, glassy cut.
Mila gasped, scrambling backward against Kellar’s chest, her eyes wide with absolute horror. Kellar looked at the deep grooves in the ground, his grin returning as he looked at the deceptively adorable beast.
"Don’t touch it," Kellar said, his hand tightening around his dagger as his mind raced. "That’s no ordinary kitten. Its claws have the same cut as my ceremonial blade."
