The hunter was silent.

His prey was not.  Her breathing was ragged. Deep down she knew what was coming and wanted it desperately.

She wanted to feel the majestic brute ravage her.  All her life she had secretly longed for a time such as this.  But fear was driving her forwards, each step noisier than the last. Her body heaving. 

She knew he could smell her, both her fear and her leaking pussy.

Then it happened.

A hand around her neck, forced against the tree. He entered her and ravaged her.

He whispered, “Hello, darling. What’s for tea?”