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He didn’t even give me time to recover. He went harder. I tried to crawl away but he yanked me back, ass up, knees forced wider. He took his hands away from my hips. I turned my head and looked behind me.

His gloved hand wrapped around the base of one of the skull antlers. He twisted, broke it off with a crack. Then something pressed against my asshole. The antler. I whimpered, tried to clench, but he just spit on it and shoved it in.

The pain was too much. I screamed and screamed but he kept going. He fucked the antler in, using it like it belonged there, shoving it deeper every time he rammed his cock into my cunt.

My ass stretched around the cold bone, my cunt filled with his cock. It should have been hell but I wanted it to last forever. I was over stimulated from his cock hitting my g-spot and the antler inside of my ass hitting a spot that filled me with pain and pleasure. The sharp point of the antler hurt so fucking much, but eventually, the pain faded. All I felt was the building sensation of an orgasm.

He grunted with each thrust, hand fisting in my hair, arching my back until my chest rubbed against the rough ground. He jammed the antler in harder, twisting it a little, every motion making my hips buck back onto his cock. It was pure insanity. My body opened for him, both holes.

He fucked me with everything he had. The rough rhythm, the violence of it, the perfect overlap between pain and drowning pleasure. My face was mashed into the dirt. My hair pulled so hard it felt like my scalp would peel off.

He moaned. I could feel his cock swelling, every vein straining inside my pussy, pounding me open. The hand on my clit started moving again, focused only on making me cum for him one more time.

“Cum on my cock again,” he demanded. “You can do it. You always can.”

I didn’t want to cum again. My body was exhausted. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t. But I had to because he wanted it, and if he wanted it, I had to obey.

He slammed inside and the pain was incandescent. My cunt gripped him, spasming, and so, so tired, but he needed to feel me fall apart again. His cock pounded into me, shoving the last shreds of resistance out of my body.

I screamed into the dirt, clawed at the cold ground. There was nothing else. My throat was hoarse, my eyes blurred with tears, my mind splintered into tiny, shaking fragments.

He grunted behind me, hoisting my hips higher, ramming his cock and the antler deeper. The bone scraped, pressure so sharp it made white spots burst behind my eyelids. Everything inside felt stretched and ruined, used up, and I loved it. I fucking loved it.

I couldn’t move. My legs didn’t work. My whole body was limp, trembling. He slapped my ass again. I jolted, another cascade of pain, but the ache boiled over into pleasure and washed through me, burning out all the horror. I moaned, ass high in the air, the monster using me like I was just a sack of flesh waiting to be filled.

“Fuck,” I sobbed, “please, please, it’s too much, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” But it didn’t matter. He needed to see me break. He needed to see me survive.

He jammed the antler even deeper. The pain detonated. His cock battering the inside of me, the bone tearing at my ass, and his gloved hand on my clit, rubbing harder, faster, demanding I give in.

My whole world shrank to that sensation. The burst of agony and pleasure fused. I jerked, spasmed, my thighs kicking uselessly against the ground, and then I came. I came so hard I thought I’d black out or die or shatter into pieces that would never fit together again.

He didn’t stop. He moaned, and picked up the pace. My body convulsed. I couldn’t even catch my breath. It was all so filthy, so fucked up, I could feel my own wetness dripping out around where he split me open.

Malakar pounded into me through the orgasm, using my body like it was nothing. He wanted to see what it would take to really break me, and the terror was addicting. I sobbed out another little sound, so helpless, so pathetic.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “You like being fucked by monsters?” he whispered, the deer skull leering above my ruined face. “You want everyone to know you’re just a little slut for whatever crawls out of the dark?”

The words made everything more intense. My pussy clenched, desperate, greedy for what he’d give me. He groaned again, then rammed deep, and came inside of me.

His cock jerked deep inside me, spilling heat until it dripped out, mess between my thighs, down to the dirt. I was still shaking, still crying, ass high, face mashed into rotting leaves and the cold ground.

He let go of my hair, but that didn’t mean relief. My whole scalp still screamed. My cunt throbbed. My ass burned where the antler stretched me, unyielding bone scraping at tender skin inside.

His hand was rough on my hip. He held me there a second longer, like he was checking to see if I’d break. Like he wanted to memorize how far gone he’d managed to warp me. I whimpered when he pulled out. The loss of fullness hurt more than it should have.

He twisted the antler, slow, then yanked it out. I could feel his stare on me, not even human, just a thing with hunger where a soul should be.

“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered. The voice under the deer skull was low, so close.

I was spent, but I still wanted more. My body trembled in the dead leaves, strung out on pain and horror and this sick, inhuman desire.

He ran his glove over my ass, smearing blood and filth together.

I waited for him to wipe me away, to erase me, to break me for good. Instead, he just stood up, the miner’s boots thudding on the earth. The antler dropped to the ground. He zipped his pants. I didn’t dare look up.

When I finally did, he was gone.

Just vanished, swallowed by the mist and the trees and Halloween darkness. There was no sign of him except the ache in my body, the pulse of his cum leaking down my thighs, the dirt ground into my skin. My ruined jeans and panties tangled at my ankles.