The Hunter's Moon

“Then go.”

Kara was struck by the words. A bit dumbfounded, she repeated her husband’s last word as a question. “Go?”

He looked annoyed. Yes, she knew she was pushing all his buttons tonight but this was unexpected.

“You heard me,” he said, a little more grit in his tone than she was used to. He didn’t say it to her directly as much as he said it to the drink in his hand. “You’ve been testing me all night and I’m done with it. You think you know best, then let’s see how that goes. Go.”

She pouted and crossed her arms, every inch of the brat she enjoyed playing but Jake was unmoved by her theatrics this time.

Fine, she thought.

She slid off the stool and snatched her jacket off the stool next to her. He would dare call her “helpless” and also get upset with her for disagreeing with him? No, no. She’d show him.

Jake’s shoulders deflated just an inch, not that Kara would notice in as much of a hurry as she was to get the hell away from him.

“Hun, wait…” He reached for her wrist, an attempt to ease her back to her seat and hopefully salvage their night. The moment he made contact, she pulled even farther away, almost losing her balance in the process.

A snicker was heard from somewhere else in the bar and Kara’s face turned a deep shade of red. Jake understood there would be no coming back from this now for her. He’d put the dime in the jukebox. Now he had to let the record play.

Kara straightened herself and regained whatever dignity could be recovered in the middle of the public spectacle. Her eyes fixed on Jake in his chair. He knew that look all too well. It was the I’m-going-to-cut-off-my-nose-to-spite-my-face look. The look that told him she didn’t care if she lost, as long as Jake also didn’t win. He watched as Kara leveled a glare at him, lifted a middle finger, and spat, “I’m gone.”

He smiled at that, which only served to irritate her more. His smile became a chuckle.

“What’s so funny about that?”

He composed himself enough to say, “You’re gone, yeah? What, in your six-inch heels? With your horrible sense of direction?”

She stood taller in defiance. Jake loved when she stood to her full height. Standing at 5 foot 9 inches, her height intimated most men but she loved wearing heels, which only served to give her more presence. When she wore her heels, it just made it easier for him to look her right in the eyes when he kissed her. But her defiance…it was too tempting.

He slid off his own chair and walked to within an inch of Kara’s face, not failing to notice she retreated almost imperceptibly the moment he stood up. He lifted a hand and used a single finger to stroke her cheek. The finger slid under chin, tilting her face to his, and he regarded his wife for a sliver of a second.

“Fine,” he whispered to her. “Show me then. Get home and make me eat my words.” He smiled and added, “Show me what a big girl you are.”

Kara had to resist her usual response to him turning on the charm this way. She blinked away the thoughts that typically accompanied having her husband this close and then leaned a little closer, feigning amusement as she did. Her lips grazed his but neither of them made a move to kiss the other. Her lips parted, baring a perfect smile…that promptly turned into an attempt to bite the finger under her chin.

Jake pulled his hand away just in time to avoid her teeth sinking into his flesh. He regarded her with surprise…and a new interest. The way Kara looked at him now, she might as well be snarling, threatening him to touch her again and see what happens.

“I’m doing this for me. I don’t have to show you anything.” And with that being said, she turned from him and pushed through the crowded bar towards the exit. Kara, to her credit, didn’t turn, not even once, to see if he was following her and once she got to the door and stumbled into the chilly October evening air, she realized he actually hadn’t.

The part of her that was disappointed was told to shut up. If she went back inside now, she would look stupid. Half the bar saw their little spat and there was no way she would be humiliated again tonight. She reached into her coat pocket for her phone only to find it wasn’t there.

“Fuck my life,” she muttered to herself, patting herself down from boobs to waist in the hopes she had tucked it into her bra or the band of her dress. “Fuck,” she repeated. So much for calling a friend or ordering a ride.

She looked down the street in one direction and then the other. No cabs either.

“Just my fucking luck.”

Angry at the position she had put herself in, she just started walking towards a direction that looked well lit. The streets looked so different at night, disorienting. She assured herself that if she kept walking, something would look familiar to her and give her an idea of which way she should go.

About 10 minutes later, her feet were killing her and her anger at Jake was giving way to a creeping chill from the night air. She just needed a place to rest her feet and collect her thoughts, and then she could figure out her next steps. Usually it wasn’t such a problem to be oblivious to her surroundings. She’d come to love shedding that responsibility and completely trusting her husband to escort her around and then get her back home safe. It seems tonight, that approach failed her.

As she stepped into the next intersection, she looked to her left and noticed a tall wrought-iron fence extending down the side of the road. Curious, she crossed the street and approached the gate to peek through the bars. Kara saw nothing except trees and the undergrowth of an otherwise beautifully managed nature preserve. She leaned against the iron, deciding to soak in the pastoral scene while taking a break from her efforts to educate Jake. A gust of wind rattled the trees as they cast shadows made by the full moon above.

The gust of wind carried something else. A voice and a familiar one at that.

She recognized Jake calling her name. Perhaps it suddenly dawned on him that if Kara didn't have her phone on her, he couldn't track her location. She laughed at his lack of foresight and contemplated making it a little bit harder for him. Without a second thought, Kara reached through the gate and pushed her left shoulder between the bars, trying to squeeze through. As she wiggled her body between the cold and unrelenting metal, she prayed she wouldn't get stuck and end this night with some firefighter having to use the jaws of life to pry her free. Her progress slowed when it came to her first breast. Just another joy of being so gifted in that department.

"KARA!" a voice boomed.

She jumped and her eyes shot up, catching the visage of Jake, a little more than a block away from her. Too many details were lost to the distance and darkness between them but the tone of that voice, she'd heard it before. She was doing something her didn't approve of...and that made her smile. She resumed the wiggling, finally working the shoulder and breast through and working her leg and hip through next. She looked up to see where Jake was and saw that he was closing the gap between them. She ignored the pain, fully committing to squeezing herself through such a tight space. Jake would never fit through the bars and she'd be out of his reach on the other side...if she could make it through before he got to her.

"Fucking hell..." she muttered, regretting the beer and bar food she'd indulged in earlier. She considered herself a fit person but her curves and full belly weren't helping her situation. She sucked in her belly as much as possible, which wasn't much as her ribs were pinned right at the sternum.

"Don't you fucking dare. Kara, DO NOT FUCKING MOVE."

He picked up his pace and she knew he'd be on her in seconds. Fuck it, she thought. Using the bars, she pulled herself through with only the slightest burning sensation across her back just as Jake sprinted off the street with an outstretched hand. He missed her arm but managed to grab the fabric of the dress hanging off her shoulder just as gravity claimed her on other side of the fence. She landed hard on her ass but kept enough of her wits to scurry farther away from the gate, just in case Jake thought of reaching for her foot...which she just noticed was bare. At Jake's feet, she saw the lone red stiletto. Then she lifted her eyes to slowly regard her husband.

His arm was still between the bars she had just finished escaping and she could see him running the odds in his head. And he didn't look happy

"Kara, whatever you think you're doing, stop it and get back on this side of the fence."

The wetness of the grass was seeping through her dress as she sat there on the ground, but she didn't care. Her heart was still pounding from her little stunt and while riding that adrenaline high, everything seemed like a good idea. There was a sort of confidence in that moment and Kara decided that now was a great time to lean into that.

Still seated on the ground, knees bent and legs parted carelessly, Kara planted her hands behind her in the grass, giving a relaxed, nonchalant vibe. She responded to Jake with a very simple, "No."

Jake's eye visibly twitched and even with just the moonlight, she could see his jaw clench at her disobedience. She looked away and started picking blades of grass off one by one, acting completely disinterested in what Jake thought or had to say about her current situation.

"Kara..." Jake's voice had dropped several octaves, to the point that he growled her name. He'd often used this approach with their dogs at home and hearing him do it now sent a thrill through her though she continued to play with the grass.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him push away from the fence and stand back. Taking his eyes off her, he walked a few feet in one direction, doubled back and did the same in the opposite direction. To Kara, he looked tense and determined, reminding her of how the tiger paces the observation glass at the zoo. As long as the glass holds, the tiger can't hurt you and as long as the fence was between them, Kara felt similarly protected. Eventually she'd have to pay for all of tonight but right now, in this particular moment, she was the one with the power.

"Looking for a way in?" she teased.

He returned to the spot in front of her and stood tall, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't look angry anymore but Kara felt an energy coming from him that told her she should be very happy for the distance between them.

"Feeling brave, are we?" Jake's head tilted with the question. "What exactly do you think is going to happen next?"

Kara shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just sit here, enjoy the park in the moonlight."

Jake's eyebrow arched. "With one shoe and a torn dress?" He nodded to Kara's body and added, "Your breast is hanging out by the way."

Kara looked down and noticed her right breast was indeed exposed and she found it interesting she hadn't noticed it before. Kara saw the strap was completely broken off, there was no way to reattach it. "Hmmm," she said casually, "so it is." She pulled the strap over her left shoulder down and exposed the left breast as well, sitting in the dark and empty park, essentially topless, bared for anyone to see. "Don't want the other one getting jealous, do we?"

Jake's eyes narrowed. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Kara, still feeling bold, chose to to get off the ground at that moment. Unable to stand with one shoe, she kicked it off and stood before Jake barefoot, breasts exposed to the night air, nipples reacting to the chill and excitement to the point of feeling almost painful.

"You know what, Jake? I think for the first time tonight, I do know what I'm doing. And I think you owe me an apology. And until you apologize for thinking me incapable, I'm just going to stay right here, even until the sun comes up if I have to."

Jake scoffed. "That's cute."

Annoyed, Kara scoffed in return. "Whatever. If you want to spend the rest of the night trying to find a way through the gate, be my guest." She turned away from him and looked at the dense collection of trees and bushes ahead of her. "Even if you find a way in, you still need to find me."

She heard Jake chuckle behind her. "You really think you're safe from me right now, don't you?"

She turned and shot, "If you could fit through those bars, you would have done it by now."

Jake smiled, releasing his arms and bracing his hands against the metal to lean towards her. Her sense of self-preservation was being suffocated by her stubbornness but in seeing Jake's large hands grip the iron, she felt the self-preservation getting stronger.

And then Jake smiled. "Who said anything about going through them?"

Without letting go, Jake looked up and Kara's gaze followed his. Kara could never have reached the top of the fence, not without a stool or ladder but she'd seen Jake pull himself up onto taller things before. Realization dawned on her. She was no longer safe.

Kara took several steps back from the gate and the moment Jake's feet left the ground, she decided this was not the time to stick around to see if he could make the climb. She turned and looked for the quickest cover. She decided her best bet was to run and hope he'd lose her in the trees. She took off, barefoot and now trying to pull the side of her dress that was still intact over her shoulder for the littlest protection it could provide.

It felt like her feet found every twig and pebble as she sprinted into the forest but she couldn't slow down. The head start was her only advantage. Thanks to the full moon, she was able to avoid the larger obstacles but this also meant there was no darkness to hide her from Jake. Not caring how hard it might be to find her way back the farther she ran into these woods, she pressed on, her chest and legs burning. Her breasts punishing her in their own fashion, as she currently lacked any kind of support to hold them still. She didn't pause to look behind her, couldn't hear anything other than the blood pumping through her body, the sound flooding her ears as the adrenaline returned with a vengeance. She felt confident her endurance game was strong enough to keep her ahead of Jake, all she had to do was keep running.

A sharp pain shot through her foot. She gasped and before she knew it, she hit the ground and slid to a stop just a few feet from whatever she had stepped on. The wind was momentarily knocked out of her but she tried to collect herself to resume her escape. Quickly checking the bottom of her foot, she couldn't find anything stuck in her skin and no bleeding. It throbbed but it wouldn't stop her from getting up and running again.

Kara heard a twig snap just behind her. Frozen and still sitting on the ground, she tried her best to determine where it had come from. Her heart, already pounding against her chest, quickened just a little bit more and in that moment she couldn't decide what to do. She moved to stand but her legs felt unsteady and she wasn't sure she could safely run anymore. She had to hide. She moved quickly behind a tree and rested her back against it.

If Jake caught her, she'd be no match for his strength. They've wrestled before and it never ended on her terms though she never regretted surrendering to him. She considered making her way back to and through the fence. If she could get on the other side again...

She heard another sound, thankfully farther away this time. She decided she'd have to make a run for it again and hope she still had the element of surprise. Kara cursed herself, not even sure she'd be running in the right direction. She also cursed herself for not peeing before leaving the bar.

Kara took advantage of her hiding spot, pulled her panties to the side, and squatted in place to relieve herself at the base of the tree. She almost sighed at the relief but also because it would no longer be a distraction. There was also something that felt both natural and primal about peeing in the woods, something that spoke to the thousands of years humans had to live and fight for survival in similar settings. Once finished, much like her ancestors, she had to ignore the lack of cleanliness and forge ahead with her plan.

She turned and looked around the tree that was currently her cover. She hated not knowing where he was and with her luck, she'd likely break into a sprint and end up running straight into Jake. It was a risk she was willing to take. She stepped out from behind the tree, attempting to be as quiet as possible, her ears tuning in to any and every sound around her. To her, it was now or never. Kara ran.

She got about 50 feet before she heard a sound behind her. Something hitting the ground with a cadence almost equal to hers. Her body delivered a burst of energy, her primitive brain likely recognizing the need to run faster. She knew from her racing days that looking back would be her biggest mistake so she focused ahead, pumping her arms and trying to get her breath. But she could hear the sound getting closer and Kara knew he was gaining on her. In her mind she could only repeat the word "run" again and again, hoping it would somehow keep her ahead and out of his grasp.

But she knew it was futile. Even if she reached the fence, considering how long it took her to get through the first time, she wouldn't make it. No more flight. Even before he tackled her to the ground, she'd decided she would fight as much as she could.

His body hit hers hard, his arms wrapping around hers, pulling her back to his chest as they both fell to the ground, Jake's body taking the majority of the impact. She kicked and pulled against him but he whipped her over his body, using the momentum to take the high ground and he pinned her face down into the grass.

Her legs were locked in place by his and his hands immediately found her wrists and pulled them behind her. They both panted, Kara laying pressed under his weight and Jake sitting up, straddling her ass and holding her arms at the small of her back.

The desire to fight made her feral. Despite having her wrists held, she tried to find him with her nails, intent on scratching him if it meant he might lose his grip and give her a chance to run again. Jake's took both her wrists in one large hand, his grip like a vise, and grabbed her hair with his other hand. She hissed at the sudden jerk, lifting her head off the ground and turning her face until she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

She watched him lean forward. His lips came to her ear and he growled, "Surrender." Her body was racked with so many sensations. Kara felt flooded by fear and rage, but she couldn't deny her pussy was aching at the same time. Having her hair pulled didn't help that sensation. Her lips pulled back and it looked like she was ready to smile. Instead, she made an earnest effort to snap at his face, followed by the sound of her own growl. Jake pulled back just in time and in response, his grip on her hair got tighter. The pin-pricks of pain multiplied through her scalp and her growl turned to an exclamation as he pulled her even more off the ground.

Kara didn't see it coming but she felt it. The searing pain in the flesh of her shoulder where he sank his teeth. She screamed and winced at the pain and he allowed her body to return to the ground, her flesh still between his lips and he continued to apply pressure. She whined at the continued sensation, writhing under him, in both pleasure and pain, bucking her hips and pedaling her feet against the forest floor in an attempt to get away. A useless attempt.

She stilled, panting and sobbing at the pain, and it was only then that he released her from his bite. Still weighing her down, he returned to her ear and said clearly, "Try to bite me again and the next time I will make you bleed."

Kara brain registered the promise and she realized she didn't want to bite him anymore. She didn't want to scratch him, or fight him. Jake felt the fight leave her arms and he cautiously released her wrists. Kara made no move against him. He took one wrist and brought it out and above her head and this was the first time he let Kara feel just what this encounter was doing to him. She felt him press his cock against he ass, grinding himself against her, breathing hard against her neck as he did. She lifted her hips to grind back, hoping he would understand she had a similar desire.

His grip loosened on her hair just a little, not wanting to give up control in the event she changed her mind. But his other hand left her wrist and slowly traveled down the left side of her body, pausing briefly at the strap. Mocking her earlier tease, he offered, "Can't make the other one jealous, now can we?" She felt his grab the fabric and tear it away, pulling it down and pressing both breasts into the grass. His hand continued down to her hip and lifted her dress, reaching around to the front of her body to slip his hand down the front of her panties. He laughed against her, entertained by the pool of wetness encountered as he parted her lips. "I watched you pee behind that tree. You dirty, dirty little animal, you." His finger stroked her clit and she moaned into the night. His voice dropped again, and while rubbing her clit faster but with the same feather-light touch, he said, "You could never hide from me." He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. "I could smell your excitement a mile away."

Kara had never felt so vulnerable and aroused in her life. He'd hunted her, captured her, and now she was his to be taken under the open sky, the way nature intended.

There were no more words after that. He pushed off her back, no longer pinning her down but confident she no longer wanted to escape him. And she didn't. She stayed where he left her, face against the grass and panting for him, urging him by the sound of every shaky breath she took. He slid back and off her hips, quickly gripping them at the sides and pulling her up and back with him. The button and zipper on his pants were undone in seconds and Kara could swear she could feel the heat of his cock calling to her core. With no warning, he took the fabric of her panties in hand and with what seemed like no effort at all, tore them off, discarding them in shreds on the ground. For the second time that evening, her pussy was exposed to the night and in that moment she truly surrendered herself.

Jake's penetration was swift and full of need and in the first thrust, he was buried balls deep. Kara's body attempted to escape the sudden invasion but Jake's grip on her hips would not allow it. He repeated the thrust as Kara clawed the grass and screamed into the night, not a care who or what might hear her. Their animal need tonight was justified and at home in this sacred space.

Jake grunted, lost in his own space of domination and victory, as if he himself were possessed by the essence of such a primal act. She was his and making her scream was how he'd make sure everyone else knew it. The sound of his skin against hers alternating with their vocalized pleasure echoing in the open air was driving him to the edge.

Kara felt it herself, felt Jake getting harder and filling her more than she ever thought possible. She lifted herself chest off the ground and one of Jake's hands immediately reached for and clamped around her breasts, using them to hold her in place as he continued to pump in and out of her. She reached up and behind her, caressing his neck at first and then drawing her hands down towards his chest and then back over his shoulders. Suddenly, in one last act of defiance, she dug her nails into the skin on his back and raked them forward again, laughing as she did.

Jake roared at the pain and the punishment was quick. His hands left her breasts, one catching her hip and the other returning violently to Kara's hair. The speed with which her face found the ground again almost had her seeing stars. Jake's grunts had become growls and the pace of his fucking became unhinged. Kara's cervix had no refuge and needed no refuge. Her body listened to something ancient, a need that Jake's own body was more than ready to fill.

Kara lost herself and her screams renewed, wild and more unhinged. Her fingers dug into the coolness of the earth, as if that would ground her, keep her from being swept away by the sensation of each nerve exploding with pleasure. Every wave of her orgasm chased her further away from coherent thought, the orgasm only extended with each of Jake's thrusts. But the moment he felt her pussy tighten and convulse around his cock, her body attempting to milk him for every last drop of his seed, it was over. He'd would have fucked her like a bitch in heat until the moon had become the sun but the instinct to breed her was too great. His growls softened only slightly, escaping through gritted teeth and his body released jet after jet of his cum into his mate. The grip on her hair tightened with every spasm initially, but he eventually released her, bracing himself against her as the climax reached its own conclusion.

For a minute, neither of them moved, each attempting to recover their breath, some sanity, and whatever threads of humanity they could. Kara writhed with the remnants of her orgasm still coursing through her. As her awareness returned, she smiled at hearing Jake groan behind her with every movement of her hips. He bent at the waist and wrapped his arms around her body, letting himself collapse in the grass and pulling her deeper into him. Somehow he felt even more possessive of her than ever before. He felt her melt against him, thoroughly relaxed and as spent as he was. He lightly kissed the bite mark on her shoulder and she hissed at the touch.

Stroking her back, he asked, "Did I bite you too hard?"

She smiled at his concern and shook her head. "It was perfect." She took his hand in hers and brought it to her lips to kiss it before wrapping it around her again. "Did I go too far with the scratching?"

"Nope." He squeezed her in his arms before relaxing again. "But I think we're both going to be feeling tonight for a few days."

She laughed and smiled wider at the thought. She loved carrying marks of their sexual adventures. Suddenly she frowned and said, "I guess I really only have one concern..."

"What's that?" Jake asked, stretching but doing his best not to dislodge his softening cock from his wife.

"Please tell me you know how to get out of here."