Raven kept moving, imagining that with every step, she could actually feel her strength waning. She hadn’t eaten for more than a day; thirst made her breath into sandpaper. She stumbled along behind Kane, trying not to get in his way or attract his attention, and wondered what he was saving her for. She had nothing to look at except the bunching and coiling of his muscles as he performed his odd, angry masturbation. She had nothing to listen to except his breathing as it steadily coarsened and thickened with growls. She was bitterly sure than when he finally snapped, he was going to take her so hard, he broke something. Or killed her.
Despite her best efforts, she began to fall behind. Kane’s step slowed to keep pace with her at first, but soon he was throwing dark glances back at her, and finally he stopped entirely and swung around to face her. Even in this light, she could see the look on his face—a look that said he was about to kill everything in sight, ending with things that don’t even die, like rocks and trees, but beginning with her.
“I can’t see!” she cried, before he could even raise his hand.
He stood back and stared at her with blatant suspicion. “What do you mean, you can’t see?”
“It’s dark,” she said helplessly. The unfairness of her situation began to sting at her. “You can hit me all you want, but I can’t go any faster!”
Any answer Kane was getting ready to make vanished with the sound of a electronic ping. Raven looked around the woods, dazedly expecting an egg-timer or something to be hovering in the air, but Kane’s eyes went directly to the black case he was carrying over one arm. He shrugged out of the strap, opened it with a swipe of his finger, and flipped up the screen of a monitor inside, lighting his face and chest hobgoblin green. Raven was close enough to see the weird letters scrolling down the side of the screen, and if she had any doubts left as to just what her captor was, they were dispelled in that instant. Devils don’t have computers.
Kane tapped at the keyboard, grunted, and then closed everything up again. He looked at her then, his eyes narrow and brutally assessing.
Her seven hours were up.
All of Raven’s will to argue with this man dropped away. She forgot how tired she was, how sore. She even forgot how hot it was. There was nothing left in the world but him and her.
Raven had known a great many men and been in and out of a great many bad situations. She had been knocked around more than once and she’d had her share of rough trade, and if one or two fellows had taken something from her that she hadn’t quite been ready to freely give, at least she’d never had a gun in her face or a knife at her throat. No one had ever made her scream and no one had ever seen her cry from anything they’d done to her. The right word at the right time was usually enough to keep a bad situation from getting to that point, and Raven believed she could honestly say she’d never been for-real raped. And she wasn’t going to be now. She started to take off her torn shirt.
Kane wasn’t interested in looking over the merchandise. “Down,” he said, opening the front of his pants.
Raven lowered herself and lay back, gripping the dry, brittle grass to keep from trembling. She wanted to ask him not to hurt her, but one look at him told her he was not in the mood to take requests.
Naked, Kane knelt between her legs and pulled her skirt up. He stared intently at her pussy, the tips of his fangs showing. She felt his hand first prod at her, and then part her. He stroked once deep inside her and then withdrew his hand and sniffed it. His eyes caught the moonlight and he gave her another of those assessing looks.
Raven had no illusions. All the same, something in her was still shocked when Kane lowered himself over her, blocking out the entire sky with the vastness of his body. His legs pushed against hers, forcing her wider even through she was not resisting. She felt his engorgement pushing at her, and it was not just his cock but his whole body that was rigid and unyielding as stone.
‘He’s being careful,’ she realized, and some of the terror of the moment subsided. ‘He’s not going to break anything. He’s not going to kill me. He’s probably going to hurt me, but it won’t be on purpose.’
And just as she thought that, he thrust and was inside her.
She couldn’t catch the rusty cry that tore out of her or stop her hands from flying up and pushing at him, but he didn’t retaliate. He might not even have noticed. He kept thrusting, splitting her a little wider with each movement, but he didn’t hit her. He didn’t call her names or grab her neck. He wasn’t raping her. She wouldn’t let this be rape.
Raven burst into great, braying tears. She bit her fist to try and stifle them, but she couldn’t stop them. Kane turned his face to her and snarled, the sound chopping against her ears in time with his ragged breath, but she still couldn’t stop herself. She put her arm around his neck instead, trying to show him she was behaving, and he accepted the apology by surging even harder against her.
She felt a shudder pass through him, through both of them since they were so tightly joined, and the pain of sex eased. The first cumming slicked his passage, and Raven choked on her sobs and tried to relax. There were things she could be doing to help him. She wanted to help him. He wasn’t raping her.
He just wasn’t.
Raven brought her legs up and crossed them behind his jerking hips, bringing him even deeper home. It was like being punched repeatedly in the stomach, but she could rise above it. She squeezed him, grinding upwards to meet his thrusts, and heard his low groan as he came again and again.
‘Be rough,’ she thought, remembering how he’d pumped at her mouth the night before, how he’d made her pull and work at him. She slipped her foot down between his thighs and pressed her heel about where his balls would be if he had any. She had touched him there while trying to suck him off, and felt something blistering hot and churning in a hard lump beneath his skin. She didn’t need an alien anatomy lesson to know it was the place that was hurting him.
She rubbed there now, lightly digging in her heel, and Kane uttered a hoarse howl and came in explosive succession. She pushed a little harder, flexing her leg, moving with him from both directions, and he suddenly swung his head, his sharp teeth snapping shut right in front of her. Raven stopped moving entirely, but Kane was already looking at her dazedly. He bent, breathing hard, and nipped at her cheek, then howled again as another spasm shot through him.
Not an attack, she thought, her heart staggering inside her. Just a love bite. One he realized at the last second would probably tear her throat out. He was being careful. She reached back with her heel again, and cautiously renewed her movements
Kane reared up and punched his claws deep into the ground, one hand at a time, securing himself with a violence that made every muscle of his body stand out in sharp relief. He arched back, his throat working in silence, and finally let go. She felt a jet of his cum drumming up inside her and then pouring out of her around his thickness, hot and wet as blood. He thrust once more and Raven squeezed as hard as she could, milking one last shudder from him. Then he fell, knocking the breath from her as his weight dropped over her and filling her mouth and nose with the smell of him, of both of them.
Raven wiped at her eyes, struggling for calm and finally managed to achieve it.
Kane growled, but it wasn’t an angry sound at all. Slowly, he pushed off her and stood naked and sheened with sweat, looking every bit as tired as she felt. His eyes moved over her with clinical thoroughness. “Well?” he said at last.
Raven moved shaking fingers and smoothed down her skirt. “I’ve had better,” she said numbly.