A feral passion takes over as you grope at each others' bodies. You both know what's going to happen now, seemingly reading each others' minds. You pull down his shorts. His cock springs up. It's twitching with bloodflow, already slightly oozing precum. You stroke it as he lifts up your sports bra and starts sucking on your tits, God that feels good to have his tongue circling around and around your nipple. You can't take it anymore, and apparently neither can he.
He grabs your hips, twists you around, and bends you over the redwood trunk. Yes, you love it when he takes charge, takes control, takes you on this ravenous adventure. Your heart is pounding, thudding in your chest, pulsing like a drum in your ears at the thought that at any moment, someone could find you. You want this, though, you want to give into him. You want to be fucked out here in the open in nature. The rush is all-consuming, undeniable, and scary as all hell. But you're loving it.
You brace your arms against the the log. He jerks down your Spandex shorts, and they fall at your ankles. Your wet cunt is exposed to the air, creaming with grool in feverish anticipation. He slides his fingers over your clit. You let out a little yelp at the sensitivity, but he grabs your mouth to silence you. God, you love it when he dominates you. That's right, take control of your woman like a man should. Then you feel it, the glans of his cock rubbing over your slit at the entrance. You moan and lean your ass back at him.
"God, you're such a tease, just put it in already--huuuhhh" you gasp at the sudden penetration. You're so wet that his whole shaft just slides right in. He lets out a low grunt. He's so deep inside, you can feel it in your womb, the tip of his manhood pressed right up against your cervix.
(imagine his sperm impregnating your egg)
He grabs your ponytail and a fistfull of ass. God, yes, take it all. You submit your body to him completely as he begins to thrust. At this angle, his cock grazes right across your G-spot. The warm friction is just so goddamn good, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, he takes you. The gliding between your flesh, raw and unprotected, builds rising waves of unadulterated pleasure.
The rhythmic pumping accelerates, and the power of his thrusts continually knocks your forearms against the tree bark. It's hard with a kind of furry splinteriness, but you don't care. In fact, it makes it even hotter. This is what sex is supposed to be, isn't it? Real, primal, animalistic. You know it deep down, even if you'd never tell it to anyone. You like that he's taking you like this in the open. You're supposed to be all strong and independent, but all that melts to blissful submission when he's in control. You completely lose yourself.
It'll be your dirty little secret. For just the two of you. There's no point in denying your base urges. It's only natural, and no one is here to judge you out in the wild. That's just how it is. The strong male claims the fertile female, and new life is formed. Nature makes no apologies. And neither will you for how your man is claiming you--
Laughing in the distance knocks you back to reality. Panic sinks venomous epinephrine into your veins and jolts your mind to a hyper-vigilant focus. People are catching up to you on the trail. You need to finish quickly. He must have heard it, too, for now he fucks you even harder, desperately, with the bestial intensity of a lurid madman. You try to keep your voice down, but the cascading pleasure mixed with the roughness and the risk and the sounds of your genitals slapping together--it's all just too overwhelming.
He pounds you, hard, so hard against the log. You can tell he's also trying to suppress his grunts, but he, too is growing louder. You're truly in it now, it's now or never, the two of you in a frenzied dance of crazed, desperate hedonisms of the flesh. The voices are growing louder. Any second now, those strangers could turn the corner in the trail and see you both there fucking like wild animals in heat. Because that's exactly who you are, and that's exactly what you're doing.
"Babe, we're gonna get caught," you groan, "Just cum in me already. Cum inside me, give it to me. I want it."
That must have awoken something in him. He releases your hair, and your head whiplashes forward onto your arms. He grabs both hips with deadly strong grips and rails even harder. You've never let him do it before, but now you want that cum inside you. You deserve that cum. You've earned it. You want nothing more than to receive his load and be filled to the brim.
He explodes in you, finally releasing his virility in a protracted groan. The feeling of his manhood pulsing deep within your womb, filling you up with seed, making you complete as a woman, drives you over the cliff of pleasure into an ocean of ecstatic insanity. Electric fireworks of dopamine detonate in your skull. Your pussy convulses in orgasmic contractions, and you shudder over him as he's inseminating you. He's given you his sperm, and you accept it, and you love the fact that he's finally claimed you as his woman, now and forever.
Time seems to stand still for a moment as he holds you there, the full length of his shaft still inside you. You're fulfilling your role in its truest and purest and most innocent form, and there's a kind of joyful peace and reassurance about it. Even now, as you're on the verge of being caught in the real world, amidst the risk and the panic and the fear of it all, you can't bring yourself to pull away from him just yet. You can't help but feeling like in this heat, you've ascended to some ethereal plane of existence, fulfilling some spiritual and primordial rite, the union of male and female, a sacred, ancient bonding that reveals some truth of reality. You are a fertility goddess incarnate, a channel of the divine feminine, a force capable of creating new life.
But another burst of conversation from around the corner--much closer this time--shatters the bliss. He pulls out, and you scramble, pulling your sports bra back down over your tits and grabbing your shorts. His seed is overflowing out of you and dripping down your thighs, but you seal it back in with the shorts. He pulls his own up just as the people turn the corner, but he's still hard, and it's an obvious tent in the fabric. He wheels around and sits on the log next to you, hunching over to hide it, pretending to fiddle with his shoes.
Thick lingering pheromones of raw sex and body odor hang in the air like a cloud around your profusely sweating bodies. You're both still panting as the hikers approach you. It's a young couple. The woman is pregnant, and the man is pushing a stroller with a young child. A fun, casual stroll. You smile at them and exchange pleasantries and ogle at the baby, all the while knowing that just seconds earlier, the man sitting next to you--that man you know you love now and want to spend the rest of your life with--possibly just gave you one yourself. And you're glowing at the thought of it.
The second they're out of sight, you reach down and touch yourself, feeling his seed still clinging to your pussy and seeping through the fabric of your crotch. Maybe that seed has planted itself within you. Maybe it'll grow and blossom into a beautiful new life. The thought of your belly and breasts swelling into the ultimate expression of femininity is immensely arousing. You look over to him, and there's a deep connection realized between the two of you without a word.
You both know what future lies ahead of you. You both know your destiny.
It's to give into nature and breed.
