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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      World_Wrestling_Entertainment, Professional_Wrestling
  Relationship:
      Stephanie_McMahon/Shawn_Michaels/Triple_H, Stephanie_McMahon/Shawn
      Michaels, Shawn_Michaels/Triple_H
  Character:
      Stephanie_McMahon, Triple_H, Shawn_Michaels
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Ye_Olden_Times, Curses, Christian_Hymns, Vaginal
      Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Crying, Kidnapping
  Series:
      Part 1 of SCARY_Bingo
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-26 Words: 6985
****** Night of the Hunter ******
by GiggleSnortBangDead
Summary
     Stephanie and Hunter went to the next shit farming town.
Notes
     This is a kink/horror bingo thing I'm trying to do! Checking off my
     square for Ironic Nursery Tunes and Rape/Non-con!
     Weirdly enough, this has very little to do with the 1955 masterpiece,
     Night of the Hunter, (except for the_song) and a whole lot more to do
     with the 1985 Richard Donner classic, Ladyhawke.
     Also, I'm super not used to using lyrics to this extent in my work.
     So, I hope that didn't seem too odd. More than that, this is written,
     as said in the tags, during Ye Olden Time, and I tried really hard to
     make this not sound silly. But who knows.
     And then also if you wanna read some notes about what exactly is
     gonna go down as far as the bad stuff, you can look at the end notes.
See the end of the work for more notes
Stephanie and Hunter went to the next shit farming town.
Hunter, heavy and tawny, shouldered against Stephanie as they began down a
barely-maintained path which split apart a spring green meadow where a flock of
newly sheared sheep were grazing. On four feet as he was, Hunter made it to her
hip, and he always took care to be very gentle. He could so very easily
overpower her.
"No, we stole from the last town only hours ago." she told the wolf at her
feet. "You can snatch some flock when we leave." Hunter growled, and Stephanie
looked down at him sharply, ready to reprimand him for that, but she stopped
short when she saw him gazing intently at one in particular. Stephanie followed
and noted that Hunter's interest had been snagged by no sheep.
The youth was reclining in the shade, lazing back as he half-minded the sheep.
As Stephanie and her husband stepped closer and closer, she could see that the
shepherd's shirt had been opened obscenely low, one of his nipples dusky and
pebbled and bared. His pants had been rolled up some, to his knees, and most
indecent, unlaced in the front so an eager, young hand could wander inside. He
didn't seem all that concerned with stroking himself, however, more than
content to warm his palm,
He was singing to himself, or to the sheep, resting heavily against his tree,
and his voice was much lower than Stephanie had expected to hear from someone
of his apparent age. She and Hunter stood a ways away from the oblivious young
man, to watch and to listen and begin planning individually.
"Leaning," the youth sang, "Leaning..." A shuttered breath. "Safe and secure
from all alarm. Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms." He shifted,
his grip on himself making him hitch and work his wrist a little before
continuing.
"What a fellowship," a soft exhale, "What a joy divine," stroke, "Leaning on
the everlasting arms." His free hand came up to tweak his nipple as the other
stroked once more. "What a blessedness," he went on, though his voice wavered
at first. "What a peace is mine," stroke. "Leaning on the -"
"Young man," Stephanie finally spoke up. The shepherd jumped, hand flying away
from his cock, leaving a delicious slip of shaft visible as he struggled with
his breeches.
"Ma'am!" he croaked. He had an expression of perfect embarrassment until his
eyes caught on Hunter, now sitting on his haunches, tongue lolling out. The boy
froze, no longer concerned with covering himself as he looked between Stephanie
and her companion, now on his knees, trousers sinfully loose at his hips. "Is
he friendly?" he ventured, mouth darting between Hunter's mouthful of sharp
teeth and the nearby flock. Hunter grinned wider to show the shepherd even
more.
Stephanie laughed and threaded her fingers in the fur between her husband's
ears. "He won't hurt your sheep. He's very obedient to me," she explained.
Hunter panted, no longer squeamish about this truth.
The shepherd looked between the pair again. "He looks like a wolf."
"Ah," she smiled, showing her own teeth. "Yes."
Hesitating, the boy asked, "Is he?"
"No." she stated, and her eyes darted down to the soft blond nestle of curls at
his crotch. He sent her an ashamed smile and finally relaced and buttoned
himself into something more chaste and stood to greet her.
"Can I," he began, and then seemed to remember something. "May I help you? Are
you lost?"
"My husband and I are passing through on our way to the capital. Where is the
nearest town where we can stop and rest for the night?"
The youth beamed, and he gestured down the path they'd been walking. "Just keep
along there and you'll come to the village." And he added before Stephanie
could go on, "If you don't mind me asking, ma'am, where is your husband? Does
he not know it's dangerous for a lady such as yourself to be traveling alone?"
"I'm not alone," she reminded him with something amused lighting her eye. "I
have Hunter."
"Hunter," the shepherd repeated, looking a little unsteady as he regarded the
wolf before breaking into a smile. "Yes, I'd imagine no one could bring you
much harm with a beast like that protecting you." He reached out a hand,
carelessly offering Hunter the hand with which he had been stroking himself.
Hunter, positively beaming with pleasure, shuffled forward to snuff and then
lap at his fingers.
The shepherd laughed, the fingers of his free hand digging in to scratch at the
ruff of the wolf's neck. "He's very sweet for such a fearsome dog."
"He likes you," Stephanie allowed, grinning at the two of them. The youth,
kneeling so he could give the wolf more attention, opened himself up to a more
vicious assault, Hunter moving his attention from his hand to his face, over
his cheek and almost to his mouth.
"Oh, now, listen, you beast," the boy scolded, his voice rumbling in a way that
warmed Stephanie to her very core. If the little whine Hunter made was any
indication, he was feeling similarly warm. "You'll have to buy my dinner before
you go much farther than that!"
"What was that song you were singing?" Stephanie asked, directing his attention
back to her. He was practically bowed at her feet, but he didn't really seem to
notice through his sudden burst of renewed embarrassment.
"Oh," he said and swallowed. Stephanie watched Hunter lick his chops. "It's a
church song."
Stephanie raised an eyebrow gracefully before chiding, "Are you sure it's
appropriate to touch yourself while singing a hymn. What would your mother
say?"
Thoroughly scolded, the boy looked down. His fingers curled in Hunter's fur, an
unconscious gesture of discomfort. "I suppose she wouldn't like that. But it's
only as a tool so as I can learn better control!" he assured her. "I go no
faster than the song allows, meaning I can last much longer."
"Has that been a problem for you, boy?" Stephanie teased. Hunter came back to
her side, and the shepherd stood, brushing off his knees. "Do you spill too
quickly?"
"Of course not!" he lied indignantly. Hunter pressed his head against his
wife's hip. She gave him a pat to tell him that they'd stay until they were
both satisfied.
"Of course not," Stephanie conceded. "You were only practicing for your future
wife."
"That's right," but the boy looked to the side, a little shy, very guilty.
"Well, it's a lovely, little peasant song," she allowed, smiling to get him to
smile. Once he looked less remorseful, she asked, "Have you eaten?
Unfortunately my companion and I have had difficulty finding pleasant company
to dine with during our journey. Would you mind sharing a meal with us?"
"Of course, ma'am."
"When must you bring the sheep in?" she asked. The young man's face fell. "Now,
then?"
"Probably around now would be best." he admitted. "Would you come with me?" he
tried, naively hopeful.
"I think I'd like to rest for a while. Would your mother mind if you came back
to the field after securing your flock?"
"No!" the boy promised. "No, no one will mind!"
"Are you sure?" Stephanie needled. Hunter whined at her in frustration. She
fiddled with one of his ears. "It will be dark soon."
The youth scoffed, already gathering his things to head back. "I have been out
at dark before," he boasted. "I'm not a child."
"No," Stephanie grinned. "You're not."
"I'll be back very soon, ma'am!"
"You may call me Stephanie," she told him. "We're friends after all, aren't
we?"
"Of course!" the shepherd said, eyes widening with his excitement. "And my
name's Shawn."
"Shawn the shepherd boy." Stephanie said to Hunter, who chuffed. "Hurry back,
my dearest Shawn."
===============================================================================
They didn't have much else for dinner than bread and cheese and dry meat,
having left behind the remains of the past town's mutton. However, they had
wine, and that seemed to excite Shawn enough.
Shawn watched a little dumbly as she fed Hunter meat with her fingers, and the
wolf sat very still and respectful of the delicate appendages gracing his mouth
with food. "He's very smart, isn't he?" he asked as Stephanie refilled his cup
for the first time.
"For a dog," she snorted. Hunter huffed and rolled onto his back in mock
exasperation, flopping on his other side, making some agitated ruffing sounds.
When he heard Stephanie and Shawn laughing, he perked his head up over his
shoulder, giving them a wide smile.
"How did your husband find you such a magnificent creature?" Shawn urged,
reaching out to touch the wolf again when Hunter lumbered back to settle
between them.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe me," she waved him off. Hunter nosed at her fingers
to steal her next bite of meat. When she whacked him on the nose, he played
hurt and turned to Shawn, who began to share with little hesitation.
"Why?" Shawn asked, eyes crinkling as he considered the possibilities. He
grinned to himself, and ventured, "Is your husband a forest god? Did he give
you this monster as a servant?"
Stephanie couldn't have stopped the ring of laughter that peeled from her if
she had wanted to. "Oh, no, my darling. Don't be ridiculous! Don't you know
that the forest gods are all dead?" She reached forward to poke his chest.
"Your God killed them. Don't you remember?"
Shawn's attention was lost momentarily at the woman's lovely hand touching over
his heart, which was now beating much harder than before. "Yes, I suppose. But
it can't be more unbelievable than that."
"Oh, yes, it can." Stephanie corrected, urging Shawn to drink more. He'd need
to be relaxed with more than boyish arrogance. When he drained his cup the
second time and let her fill it once more, she feigned hesitation, asking,
"Will you be understanding?"
"I swear!"
"Hunter is my husband." Stephanie told him and watched his face fall into
confusion. He was such a pretty, dumb thing.
"You married a wolf?" he clarified.
"He was a man when we were married." she explained.
Shawn put his cup down in astonishment, which was not what Stephanie had
wanted, but she figured he'd return to it very shortly. "And what happened?"
She sighed, suffering, agonized by love. "My father disapproved, and so he cast
a spell on our union. We were never able to consummate the marriage, as this
was directly after our wedding," she said, just to get Shawn to blush and nod
seriously, like this was friendly adult conversation that he was used to.
"Your father must be a very powerful man to cast such a spell." he deflected,
eyeing Hunter now warily. Hunter put his chin on Shawn's knee in an effort to
settle him.
"Yes, he is," Stephanie allowed. "But it can be undone."
"I would assume that The Loving Lord God, Our Savior, would be able to undo
your curse with the continued prayer and devotion to his Son, Christ." Shawn
agreed.
Stephanie laughed at him. "Oh, no." she stated. "No, there's a man in the
capital who can reverse our hex. No, but I think it's very sweet that you
believe that."
"I'm not sweet." the boy said, and he picked up his cup again, hiding his
burning face. Stephanie was very pleased with that, and she didn't waste her
time arguing with him.
She changed the subject. "I'm sure you are very popular with the girls and boys
of your village."
"I don't think I understand you," Shawn lied, picking at the grass next to him.
"I have lots of friends, if that's what you mean."
"And you expect me to believe that a handsome young man like you has remained
chaste all this time?" Stephanie pried.
"Well, not chaste, maybe. Not wholly chaste," he admitted.
"That's what I thought." Stephanie filled is cup once more, although it was
only half-empty. "I'd imagine that you're the most lovely thing in your entire
village, male or female."
Shawn snorted and tried to conceal his pleasure at the comment. "You've never
been to my village."
"I've been to countless villages and towns and cities, and I can say quite
certainly that you are the prettiest youth Hunter and I have encountered." She
put her drink down, done with the pretense. "It'll be dark soon," she said
again. "I'm cold. Come sit beside me."
He threw back the rest of his cup and eagerly did as told. Hunter, now
abandoned, lazed on his side to watch. Stephanie pressed the boy to her side,
and he pillowed his cheek against her shoulder, eyes wide with wonder.
"Yes, you are so beautiful," she hummed, fiddling with his softly waved hair.
"So are you," Shawn rushed. "You're also beautiful."
She laughed. "Would you mind very much if I kissed you, Shawn?"
"Well, I suppose, ma'am, if you'd like to," he said, although his voice was
less steady than his words. She leaned in a pecked him on the lips lightly,
like a sister or friend. Slowly, she reached for his hand, clasping his fingers
in her own and drawn his arm into her lap, towards her cunt.
"Have you ever touched a woman's center before?" she hushed.
Shawn jerked and tried to yank his arm back. His eyes darted wildly to the
huge, seemingly unaffected wolf. "Your husband!"
"Is unable to perform his duties," she said, easing his hand down the front of
her trousers. He was still struggling, although very weakly. "Feel me. I ache
so."
"But - " Shawn protested.
"He understands. I let him do the same." And before Shawn could get another
word out, she was guiding him towards her mouth once more. He made a muffled
squeak and then relaxed in her arms, touching her cunt without any more
prompting, letting her run her hands over his broad shoulders and the lithe
muscle of his back. She started to ease his shirt unbuttoned and off, following
with her own.
"Stephanie, are you sure?" Shawn asked, letting her unlace his breeches anyway.
He took his hand away from the wet warmth of her to hold together the front of
his pants, one last effort to preserve his modesty.
"Do you not want to fuck me?" she asked, pausing her hand over her own ties.
"Do you not like girls?" she teased.
"No!" he gaped. "Of course I - " and she kissed him again to let him know she'd
only been playing. She now stood to finish undressing, enjoying the way Shawn,
finally naked, gazed up after her with his mouth open in awe, in adoration,
like she was his Merciful God. She touched his lips with her fingertips and
without further bidding, Shawn sucked them into his mouth. She laughed,
shuddered, utterly delighted in him.
She lowered himself to the ground, pulling him over her, whispering, "We don't
have much longer."
"Until what?" he panted. She reached between them to curl her fingers around
his cock, making him moan and squirm.
"Until dark," she said, and guided him on.
He became stock-still for a moment, clutching desperately at her sides. A flare
of irritation lit through her. "What's wrong?" she snapped. Exhaling very
slowly, face buried in her neck, he gave a tentative thrust, and she gave a
soft sound to urge him onward.
He wasn't to big, but he fit nicely, snug, nor was his technique any better
than the other youths she'd had. But he was surprisingly strong, hitting in
hard enough to make her toes curl.
She locked eyes with her husband, who was still gazing on serenely, pleased at
the sight of his wife twisted with a handsome, young man. She turned her
attention back to her lover, who was no muttering in her ear.
"Leaning,," he choked under his breath, the words breathed out hotly against
the skin of her neck. "Safe and secure from -"
Stephanie began to laugh, because that was very sweet, but she must have
clenched down in some unforgivable way, because the poor boy was suddenly
seizing and then shuddering through his orgasm, spending himself inside her.
He pushed himself up over her, his eyes wide with something close to horror.
She looked back at him, feeling equally surprised. The moment was only broken
by Hunter, who chuffed from the side and made Stephanie resume her giggling.
Shawn was looking between them, confused and embarrassed and clearly worried,
but Stephanie just started to push at his shoulders saying, "Down, down, down,"
until he finally got the hint and pulled out to settle between her thighs.
"I'm so sorry," he began to say. She put her foot on his shoulder, pressed down
on his back, trying to force his mouth against her soft slit. "Stephanie, I'm -
"
"Stop apologizing, Shawn," she scolded without fire, "And go down."
Hunter bellycrawled a bit closer, wanting a better vantage point to watch his
wife be eaten. Shawn was clearly even more inexperienced in this area,
nervously kissing her thighs before pressing his tongue against her hole.
"That's right," Stephanie told him. "Like that." and so Shawn became a little
bolder, his hands coming up to hold apart Stephanie's thighs and lap more
insistently at her cunt, nose now brushing against her pubic hair. He pulled up
for a second to suck on her clit, and Stephanie's whole body hitched, her back
arching, and her breath singing out of her chest in a high call.
Her hand shot down into his hair, pulling it a little, pressing his face in
sloppily, which just made him moan and twitch and kiss her deeper. One hand
came up to fiddle with her clit while he tried to suck the seed he'd left back
out of her.
She was twisting under him, not incoherent but pressing him onward, encouraging
him with aborted thrusts of her hips and spasms around his tongue. He hummed
against her, and she cried and groaned and fell apart in his very mouth, soft
and warm and so, so slick. It was dribbling down his chin, below them to the
earth when she was pulling his head away, jerking him from his focused task to
say, "Look, the sun's going down!"
“What?” Shawn breathed. Stephanie was pulling up to her knees, her eyes fixed
on Hunter who had pushed up on four legs, looking after the departing sun.
In the bluish twilight, the no longer entwined lovers sat and watched as the
front legs became arms, and something between a wolf and a man – and then
something that was totally man – stood, his eyes drawing over Shawn’s shoulder
to his sharp-mouthed wife. He stepped past the boy and took Stephanie into his
massive arms, pulling her to her feet as she laughed with joy.
“Let’s keep him,” Stephanie said in a hurry, soft enough that with luck Shawn
wouldn’t hear. He was still just gaping there, kneeling at their side. “If you
like him too, let’s take him.”
He rumbled against her neck, perhaps still shifting back some. He just kept
holding her, so tightly it was almost like she disappeared into him. But when
he turned around, there was a hawk nestled on his arm, talons gripping into the
skin sharply. Hunter sent a wide, still-wolfish grin down at Shawn, and the
ladyhawk flapped her wings, flying over to perch on top of their travel pack,
bright brown eyes back on her husband.
Hunter dropped to a knee to put the boy more at ease. He was huge, tall and
muscled, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs. Shawn couldn’t seem to keep
his eyes off of it for more than a few seconds.
“Shawn, is it?” he asked, voice low as he pulled close into the young man’s
space.
“Yes, sir.” He swallowed, trying poorly to keep his gaze on the man’s face.
“Oh, no. What did my wife say?” he teased. “We’re friends now, aren’t we?”
“Yes, Hunter.” Shawn nodded, too afraid, too shaken to even try to smile. His
gaze flew back over to the hawk watching them. “She… Your wife.”
“Yes, that’s her. She’s very beautiful, don’t you think?” Hunter grinned.
Stephanie started preening her feathers, flattered.
Shawn didn’t reply, still trying to make sense of everything. It seemed he
might not be the brightest, but he was a pretty shepherd boy. His slack mouth
was still wet, so Hunter leaned in to kiss and lick his wife off his face.
Shawn choked and flinched wildly. Hunter caught him, wrapped his arms around
the boy’s shoulders, and ate his mouth out.
When Hunter finally released his lips, choosing to worry a mark on the boy’s
neck and pull the wriggling, solid mass of him onto his lap, Shawn began to
push at Hunter’s chest, saying, “Oh, stop, please. I don’t - ” Hunter bit him
harder, growling a little.
“Stay still.” he ordered, which just made Shawn push at him even fiercer,
putting more of his hidden strength into it.
“Let go of me,” he said louder, and Hunter bared his teeth and bit down on his
shoulder. Shawn nearly screamed, beginning to twist in agony, fisting his hands
against the man’s back.
When Hunter pulled back, lapping at the blood, he asked, “Where’s the friendly
boy who joined with my wife? You’re not showing me the same hospitality.”
Shawn, seated heavily in his lap, a hand pressed against the bitemark, glared
at him with tears in his eyes. “If this is about your wife, I’m very sorry but
she insisted,” he tried to get out.
“It’s not about you and my wife; it’s about you and I.” and Hunter leaned in to
place a kiss against his fingers, the act of which caused Shawn to yank his
hand away on instinct. Hunter sucked at his mark instead.
“Are you going to kill me?” the boy finally managed to say, his voice gone
croaky with a tremor.
“Not if you’re good,” Hunter lied. He mouthed across his chest, over his heart,
as a promise of devotion that Shawn could not comprehend yet. He didn’t
understand it was a gesture of some significance, however he cried out some
small, helpless noise.
Hunter pulled back. “Do I really frighten you so much?” which was met by a
harsh, broken rumble of laughter. Hunter loosened his iron hold on the boy’s
waist and reached up to cup his face, smooth back his hair. Shawn let him,
turning rabbit-still with his fear, shaking under his skin. “I won’t hurt you
any more than you make me. I want to be your friend after all.”
Shawn began to cry, tears finally welling over. He closed his eyes and didn’t
seem to breathe. “Friends.” he repeated. “Friends,” he said once more. “Like me
and your wife.”
“Well,” Hunter smiled. “You’re the wife in this situation.”
There was a hiccupping sound as Shawn processed that, but he nodded. “Okay,” he
said, “If you insist.”
“Now, there’s the whore of hospitality that was so kind to my wife.” Hunter
cheered. “Now give me a kiss.” he said. Shawn leaned in and pecked him on the
lips. Hunter laughed and pulled him closer, easing his mouth open. Once Shawn
had accepted how they were to continuing kissing, Hunter got a hand between the
youth’s legs and clasped around his half-hard cock.
Shawn jerked and pulled away, gasping. Hunter kept his hold and furthered his
cause by taking one of the boy’s hands and guiding it towards his own, thick
erection. “That’s it,” he crooned as Shawn slowly took to pumping him. “Keep
like that, and I’ll make sure I get the oil from the bag for you.”
He raised up his palm to spit in it, wanting Shawn as comfortable as possible.
This was a mistake, it seemed, because Shawn’s grip grew brutal, tugging
sharply at his manhood as if to twist it off. He was jumping to his feet before
Hunter was even through shouting from the pain. He kicked the man square under
his chin, knocking him down.
In the dark, he scrambled for his clothes, grabbing his shirt and trousers but
wasting no more time by putting them on. Hunter was still grounded, slowly
stumbling to his feet, so Shawn tried to take off as swiftly as possible.
He might have gotten away, but Stephanie began to attack him from above,
ripping at his hair, tearing at his face and arms. A hand clasped tight around
his ankle and dragged him back into the dirt.
“Help,” he began to scream. “Help, oh my God, someone help!” And he undoubtedly
would have kept screaming, but Hunter punched him in the face, dazing him into
a quiet, moaning fit of tears.
“Christ,” Hunter was cursing above him, Stephanie hopping anxiously on the
ground beside them to check over her husband. “Fucking Christ, you really did a
number to me for a moment.”
“I’m so sorry,” Shawn quaked, his voice garbled up in this convulsing throat.
“Sir, please let me go. Please don’t kill me.”
“Shut up.” he growled at him. Stephanie pecked the boy on the shoulder, just a
tiny, punitive nip, before flying away, seeming uninterested in further
involvement.
“Help me,” Shawn choked after her. “Stephanie, please, don’t let him - ”
“Why don’t you sing your little God song?” Hunter teased. “How did it go again?
Oh, yes. Leaning, leaning,” Hunter kept on hand firmly pressed on Shawn’s
jerking back and started to pull at his cheeks roughly. “Safe and secure from
all harm.” He ran the tip of his finger over the boy’s vulnerable, little hole,
Shawn’s legs spasming underneath him. Shawn mostly stayed still though,
frightened as a fawn, and Hunter drew down his body to get a better look at his
hole.
“I don’t know if it’s living as a wolf, but I find myself tempted to eat every
hot, little snatch I come across,” he explained very amiably.
“No,” Shawn begged, breathless and mindless but his chest firmly planted on the
ground. “No, no, no - ”
Hunter didn’t bother talking to the young man any longer as he was clearly out
of himself with panic. Instead he spread him wide and bowed his head in silent,
secret supplication. Shawn cut off with some kind of yelp. Hunter looked up and
saw Shawn looking back over his shoulder, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “You
can’t - ” he tried to reason, voice wavering much higher than before.
So, Hunter showed him that he very much could and flicked his tongue against
the young man’s hole once more before simply giving up the pretext and burying
his face between his cheeks and feasting. Shawn was terribly quiet, huffing and
panting and tightening his fists against the dirt. Hunter hitched the
shepherd’s hips up higher, sucking at his rim, petting his thumbs along the
soft, light hair of his inner thighs.
The shift in position just made Shawn shake even more, his shoulders trembling,
his legs unsteady as he started to audibly cry once more, sucking in ragged,
panicked breaths. And Hunter would have comforted him, he really would have,
but he figured if he spent all his time calming the boy down, they’d never get
anywhere. Besides, as much as Shawn was beginning to sob, his hips were
rocking, his cock was half-hard, and he was opening up around Hunter’s tongue
like he’d been born to do so. So, he just pet down his flank and kissed him
deeper, more thoroughly, letting the boy cry himself out.
Shawn made a hiccupping, shuddering sound when Hunter started to fuck his
tongue in, his toes curling and his feet kicking against the ground like a
child throwing a tantrum. Hunter started to ease a finger in, which really got
Shawn shaking and made Hunter finally pull back, unable to keep himself from
laughing at the sight.
“Is it good?” he asked, twisting the tip of his finger inside him, nudging in a
bit more without much urgency. His free hand came around to stroke Shawn’s
aching cock, teasing, “Yes, it must be good, or you wouldn’t be reacting so. I
would never have guessed a good, earnest Christian like yourself would allow
yourself to be abased like this,” he lied. He rubbed along his walls, enjoying
the soft hitch of breath, the muttered denials. “Yes, of course that’s true.
Look at how hard you are, over something so filthy.”
“It’s not,” Shawn tried to reason. “It’s not my fault.”
“Oh, of course, the flesh is weak.” Hunter drawled, his voice heavy with
pseudo-understanding, more for the sake of embarrassing the boy than any sort
of personal truth. Loyalties had to be expressed if there was to be any future
for the three of them together. “Do you believe your God will come down and
save you, with your cock like this?” and he squeezed to make his point, to make
Shawn hurt.
“Stop,” he begged, and Hunter started to pump his dick. He licked his fingers
and smeared it over his hole, wanting to push in and make him curse. He pressed
his own hardness against Shawn’s thighs, thinking of fucking between them with
pleasure. If he couldn’t get the boy to comply, it would be no hardship to
redirect his attention. “I beg you,” Shawn was rambling, “Please, please, let
me go. I’m sorry, please let me go.”
Hunter took his hands off him and sat back. Shawn collapsed and then warily
rolled onto his side to look at the man, who gestured to the travel bag that
Stephanie was resting near. “I want you to crawl over to that pack there,” he
began, and Shawn’s eyes shut in despair. Hunter reached out to cup his cheek,
to get his eyes back on him. “I want you to crawl over to that pack there,” he
repeated, “And find the oil.
“I’ll sit right here,” he explained, keeping Shawn’s gaze on him. “You can go
by yourself and find what I ask of you and return here, on your knees for me,
and I’ll take care of you.” Perhaps unaware, Shawn began to shake his head, his
lips twitching as he wanted to say no no no. “Or you can run,” Hunter allowed,
watching Shawn’s eyes light and flit, but he still shook his head. “I’ll
probably catch you, but if you believe in your God enough, He just might
intervene on your behalf. Make you faster. Make me clumsy. Do you believe He
can do this?”
Tears were streaming down the boy’s cheeks. He looked over his shoulder at the
bag. Hunter took his hand back and reclined, watching as Shawn processed
frantically, ran scenarios in his head. He pushed himself up, as if he meant to
walk, and Hunter tsked. “Unless you mean to run away right in front of me, I’m
fairly certain I told you to crawl.”
Shawn nodded, jittery, and got on his knees. He shuffled forward slowly, his
bare ass in full view as Hunter held himself in his warm, broad palm. Shawn was
breathing out through his mouth, long, slow exhales, as if he was trying to
stave off another episode of panic. Hunter wondered if he was still thinking
about running or if he’d made up his mind already. He almost wished he'd run.
He did not run. He crawled to the pack and started to search through it with
trembling hands. His whole body hitched, and he must have found it, the smooth,
glass vial which would seal his defeat. He looked at Stephanie, who was back to
pluming her feathers, before hanging his head, resting his forehead against the
pack as if it were too heavy to hold up any longer.
"Oh, God, forgive me. God, forgive me. Oh, God, oh, God," he was mumbling,
fortifying himself toward whatever decision he was making. And if Hunter
understood anything about the damnation doubt led to, he already knew what
Shawn had chosen to do.
"Poor darling," Hunter cooed as Shawn crawled back over awkwardly, one hand
clutching the oil. "Come, give me a kiss. I'll make it better." and leaning in
got the desired response, Shawn lurching back, away from Hunter's mouth with
wide eyes, a dirty palm flying up to cover his own lips in protection. Hunter
got a hand around the scuff of his neck and dragged him forward, moving to bite
at his neck and shoulder. He eased the vial out of the boy's fist.
When Shawn went limp against him, Hunter murmured, "Lay back. I'd like to look
at you as you're fucked."
And more than lie back as directed, Shawn let Hunter position him how and where
he liked, Shawn blinking up at the sky as Hunter settled between his thighs.
"You are so beautiful," Hunter hummed, which got no reaction. Hunter kissed his
cheek, scented his neck, and popped the cap to the vial of oil. He drew Shawn's
knees up, guided the boy's hands hold the backs of them so he could tilt his
own hips up. "This doesn't have to be so hard," he said softly, unable to make
his voice mean. Shawn wouldn't look at him, but he trembled at his words. "I
don't want to hurt you like you think I do," he promised.
And when he touched him, right between his legs, he did so very gently. Shawn
let out a shaky breath, still holding his legs up but gazing upward as if he
concentrated hard enough, he could leave his reality behind. Hunter smeared
slick over the young man's already wet hole. Dipping a finger in, he asked,
"Isn't it easier just to be good?" One finger was sucked in, Shawn's hole
virgin tight and hot. Hunter pulled back to liberally coat his fingers again
and went about working a second finger in.
Only the slightest traces of discomfort were apparent on Shawn's face, and
Hunter thought it was cute that the boy thought he could keep his inner world
to himself. He'd rectify that soon. Shawn's cock had flagged to half erect en
route to retrieving the oil, and had now gone almost completely soft. It didn't
trouble Hunter in the least because he touched something in Shawn and Shawn's
hips jumped, his legs kicked out, and he finally looked at Hunter again,
confused, flushing, their eyes meeting for half a second before the boy tried
to retreat into his head again.
Hunter placed one palm on the boy's upper pelvis, Shawn's legs splaying, bent
at the knee with his feet flat on the ground. His hands came to press over his
mouth, to claw into the ground as Hunter crooked and circled his fingers
against his prostate. "Does that feel good?" he teased, eyes flickering to
check Shawn's cock which was filling again. The boy shook his head, and Hunter
laughed. "Really? Let's see what we can do about that."
Drilling in, massaging the spot more firmly, Hunter leaned in to kiss Shawn's
chest, biting at his nipples, lapping and sucking until Shawn stopped trying to
push his head away instead curled his fingers in his hair, tugging weakly,
panting, his hips rocking on Hunter, squeezing around him. Hunter straightened
up, giving the boy's prostate a break, adding more slick. Shawn's hands were
covering his face, his shoulders raking with each breath it seemed. It gave
Hunter an unusual amount of pause.
"You don't have to like this." he finally said. Shawn didn't look at him.
"Hey," he barked. "Did you hear me?"
Shawn pushed himself up, eyes red and narrowed. "You give me permission?" he
snapped, angry but too close to tears to be anything but cute even with his
face twisted so.
"Yes," Hunter said, gracious smile in place. "But you'll enjoy it."
"I will not." Shawn answered him, sniffling, eyes spilling.
Hunter touched the boy's hair, fiddled it around, tucked it behind his ear.
"Okay," he shrugged, and licked his palm, reaching forward to pump Shawn's
cock.
"Ohhhh," Shawn groaned, falling back down, things and stomach tensing as Hunter
picked up pace. With his other hand, Hunter squeezed in three fingers,
scissoring them apart. The noise that left Shawn's mouth was so unhinged, so
animal, Hunter wondered if maybe the shepherd boy really had been born for him
and his wife's care and use.
"My sweet heart," he growled as Shawn twisted on his fingers, mouth open, eyes
covered as he cried into his hands. "You are so lovely."
"Just finish it," Shawn begged. "Please, just finish me."
And Hunter smiled, wiped away a tear and sucked it into his mouth. "All right,"
he said. "If you insist." And he slicked his cock, finally touching himself.
"I'll go slow."
"I don't care." Shawn sniffed, blinking out more tears.
"You're an emotional little thing, aren't you?" but he didn't want or wait for
a response. He lined himself up and nudged the head against him, tipped inside
just enough to make him squirm. Shawn bit his lip, and Hunter pushed in.
It was slow, nice for Hunter, nice enough for Shawn. He made a little noise in
the back of his throat when Hunter was full seated inside before clamping his
jaw shut and looking to the side.
"You're so warm, boy," Hunter told him as he rolled his hips harder than maybe
was necessary. "I might not last." He hit in again hard, desperately wanting to
make Shawn cry out, not wishing to hurt him but only to leave a mark. "Truly,"
he grit out, starting to set pace, pushing in slow and hard. "What a
joyfulness," he lilted. "What a dream divine."
"Stop." Shawn choked out. Hunter covered him, trapping the boy's cock between
their stomachs. He fucked him even deeper, more brutally, smothering his mouth
with his huge, hot palm. silencing up his pretty mouth with a hand.
"What a fellowship," he harshed right in his ear, filling him in a way that had
Shawn moaning, keening, with each thrust. "What a peace of mind."
Shawn came between their bellies with a sob, his head tossing as if he could
through off Hunter's grasp.
Hunter rearranged them once more, hitching up the boy's thighs, hooking his
knees around his back and starting to rut into him, tearing him open as Shawn
shook and wept with overstimulation. Pressing Shawn's legs even more back,
Hunter was able to fuck into his hot, drooling asshole while the boy could do
nothing but let out a loud stream of wails, only hiccuping to a stop as Hunter
jammed in roughly once, twice more, and then filled him with come.
And like that it was over.
Shawn collapsed in a heap on the ground while Hunter stood, making his way to
the boy's clothes. He tore a strip off the long tail of his shirt and
approached again. He cleaned him up as Shawn kept very still and caught his
breath.
"May I go home?" Shawn finally asked when Hunter got him his clothes. He didn't
put them on quite yet, just held them to his chest like their coarse, poor
texture could bring him some comfort.
"Stephanie and I want you to come with us."
Shawn bowed his head, either to cry or think. "Oh," he finally said. "I am not
sure I can travel much in my state. I need to," and his voice cracked very
childishly. He cleared his throat. "I need to rest."
"It's no problem," Hunter told him, moving to their travel pack to pull out his
own clothes. He didn't change into them yet, planning to wait until Shawn had
shown him to the closest stream or lake. "I'll carry you. I'm very strong," he
added. Shawn fell silent agian, still cradling his clothes close to his chest,
staring down at his knees. Hunter considered him for a long moment. "Is there
somewhere nearby where we can wash? You'll feel better once you're clean."
And Shawn finally looked up at him. "You'll carry me?" he clarified.
"Of course. I've made your legs too weak for walking," he grinned, making Shawn
flinch. "I can take responsibility for that." He helped Shawn to his feet and
then scooped him into his arms. Looking back over his shoulder, he could see
Stephanie had fallen asleep despite all the noise.
He eased Shawn into the cool, shallow water of the little pond they'd found and
gave him a proper cleaning; hair, chest, legs. He washed the dirt off his palms
and out from under his fingernails. All the while, Shawn trembled, hummed, "Oh,
what have I to dread, what have I to fear, leaning on the everlasting arms?"
Hunter washed his mouth out and kissed the boy, because he was too damn sweet
not to.
Cleaned and dressed, Hunter put the pack on his back and Shawn, again, in his
arms. He woke Stephanie, who blinked between the two of them and then chirped
in something like approval.
"We'd do best to skip this town," he said to his wife and boy. "We'll keep on
through the woods for now."
Stephanie flew ahead a ways and then turned back and then flew forward again as
Hunter began to walk forward. She was excited to go.
"We'll rest once we've made enough ground." he told Shawn, and teased,
"Hopefully, you'll be all better by the morning. I doubt Stephanie would like
to carry you for very long."
Shawn, thoroughly worn out, didn't seem to hear him, perhaps too close to
sleep. The thought of him drifting off while cradled in the wolf's arms made
Hunter's chest swell with desire. Whiel their treck might be long and his cargo
heavy, the night would be no burden.
So, Stephanie and Hunter went to the next shit farming town, now with a song at
their side.
End Notes
     So, Stephanie and Hunter seem to be in the habit of seducing and/or
     raping young men and women they come across during their journey.
     Shawn, who is of ambiguous age, ends up being the next one, and after
     having sex with Stephanie is assaulted by Hunter. Stephanie and
     Hunter decide that they want to keep Shawn, so they disregard his
     desire to go home and take him with them.
     Thanks a bunch for reading! I hope you liked it okay.
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