Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It began as it always does... searching for him through the mist.... heavy dew hanging from every branch as I push them aside, wetting my skin with cool droplets. My bare feet tread softly through the wet grass, the gentle tinkle of silver bells on my ankle the only noise entering the thick silence...and immediately being lost in the air... perfect to creep up... or be crept up on... I can hear my heart beating in my chest... my breath gasping clouds into the air....as I feel myself change from huntress to hunted.. Now every crackle of twigs...every shifting animal makes me jump, half fear, half anticipation... wanting desperately to be caught. My skin tingles with excitement... cool rushes flow over me... my head swimming with desire and adrenaline coursing through my veins. Wanting to run, to flee away through the trees, escape before he can touch me and I am lost... But my desire carries me forwards through the woods and across the mossy floor... the scent of the earth drawing me in. Leaves brush my cheek like soft fingers stroking me. I rub my face into them, the cat within me needing to touch, to mark, to feel the connection between my body and the spirits all around me. I hear a crack! Whirling round and flattening my back against the tree...heart thundering, chest heaving breathing in deep breaths of wet cool air, dew forming on my lips, green excited eyes fluttering all around me... searching for some glimpse of him. My hands grip the trunk holding me to something solid, stopping me from drifting away....then I feel my hands gripped tightly from behind the tree... and I know I am caught. The fear rushes through me and I still can't see.. but the hands holding my wrists are strong, and start to pull them round behind me, tighter.. bringing them closer together at the back of the tree... spreading my body further.. My wet clothes clinging to me, my skirt wrapped against my knees and the muscles in my thighs tense beneath, my top stretching across my breasts... almost translucent in the moisture.. I feel my shoulders pulled back, my ample bosom being pushed out stretching.. as my hands meet, and suddenly begin to be tied. Ropes wrapping over and over, tighter and tighter .. the ropes wind round my wrists securing them solidly.. no escape. ... and then without a word.. he is gone. Time passes The mist swirls The stillness ...as dusk begins to fall... the creatures around me begin to move the nature becomes alive. The sky becomes darker and panic begins to creep in.. am I staying here? Is he coming back? The ropes are still tight, my arms becoming weak, my knees begin to tremble... and yet.. my body reacts. I feel my skin bump... my breasts tingle... nipples growing hard. Although I cannot see or hear him I know he is watching, nearby... as my body senses, anticipates... And I grow wet. My clothing is soaked now, the chilled material of my pale white top freezes my skin,clinging to me, the dark circles of my nipples visible through it. I rub my knees together, trying to feel... trying to wake my body from this dream. Yet all I know is that I am excited.. my pale flesh moving, slides my pussy lips against each other...already drowning in juice, shudders run through me, I am afraid... but my body craves to be touched. I realise why this waiting game. My whole being needs contact... needs to be craved, touched, stroked, warmed on his flesh. All I can think of is moving against him. I can feel his eyes on me... moving down my body. The aching need in me, my head drowns.. his gaze .. this game.. the need.. and a rush flows over me, not even a touch and my body climaxes... Head thrown back against the tree a violent moan escapes my lips, honey floods me. I am breathless, gasping for air.. as a hand wraps over my mouth.. that voice deeply whispers "Silence".. I bite my lip, hoping that his hands will move over me. The softest of touches, fingertips running down my arms, stroking through my wet skin, making me shiver. Up... tracing down my throat, my neck, across my chest, touching the edge of my white top. Mmm my body quakes as fingers touch my hard nipples... stroking, teasing... then swiftly pinching.. my knees buckle. Strong soft hands grip me holding me against the tree.. cupping me, rolling them between determined fingers, pulling. Hands slide up inside, under my top, rubbing my wet skin, kneading my pale flesh. Hands slide down, lifting the edges of my skirt, pulling it up around my hips and exposing my naked pussy. Gusts of fresh air slither between my legs, cooling my wetness, my slick thighs. You hold me there - open - vulnerable, until I can stand it no longer. Fervent fingers reach between my legs, stroking through my honey, trailing it across my skin, the wild scent mingling with the woods aromas.. Earth, and moss, and rain, and woman.. In...out...over... More now, fingers pushing inside me, stretching my lips apart, I groan wanting it so much... needing to be taken. So wet your hands are drenched, honey pooling in your palm. Harshly you wrench my skirt off my hips, down around my feet, so my body is free. Your hands disappear behind me and I hear the sounds of you tasting them, tasting me, licking my sweetness. Slowly you walk into my view, naked, pale, beautiful...dark hair, dark eyes... looking at me... wanting to devour me. Your wet hands lay on my hips as you hold my eyes... an intensity I cannot avoid, almost painful... as you bow to your knees. I draw breath into me in deep gasps as I watch your mouth meet me, your fingers part my lips... as that hot amazing tongue touches me, flicking, lapping, drinking, probing. Your face wet with my honey as you consume me. My body shakes, heat building in shockwaves of intense pleasure. Rivers of juice flowing from me, over your lips, your tongue, feeding you as I cum in rages of heat and honey. Unable to control myself - I scream - a deep sound of ecstasy. Your hands gripping my hips as I thrash and writhe, tearing at the ropes that hold me. Again and again. Until I am blind of everything other than your touch and the molten heat. My body reaches exhaustion, as your hands support me as I crash against the tree, trembling, quaking. As you stand against me, flesh meeting flesh, I mumble "please.." And you kiss me - allowing me a taste. Like an animal... your hands hold my face, holding my mouth open as you lick the taste again from me. Sinking into a deep kiss, I feel myself drowning in it, forgetting where I end and you begin. As I look at the hunger in your eyes - wondering if it would ever be sated.