#dark kraven

[pretty-little-mind33]

Kraven The Hunter x fem!reader

Summary: You meet a dangerous stranger in the woods...

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: kinda dark but still tame, cheating (reader), unprotected sex (pls use contraceptives in real life!), oral sex (m receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, riding, he spits in reader's mouth 👀, kissing (duh), fingering, light misogyny, ik he has a name but i use Kraven in this, bad russian google translate maybe (I AM SO SORRY I DID MY BEST—if you speak Russian and have any suggestions… please 🙏 ) LISTEN…I'M SORRY LIKE I COULD NOT RESIST WRITING FOR HIM…HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? Probably NOT comic accurate…

SERGEI KRAVINOFF MASTERLIST

You don't know what you hate more at the moment—your boyfriend or the continuous sweat forming on your hairline from the dampness and heat. It's becoming dark outside, which should cool the air and help with the heat but not as much with how pissed you are at Chris. 

With a small squeal, you stumble on the roots of a tree, gasping as your ankle twists awkwardly in your hiking shoes and the buzz of an insect flies around your ear. You swat your hand near your cheekbone. You're holding the branches you'd found in one arm now as the stickiness of the air makes your skin feel heavy. 

Screw you bugs! 

Screw you woods!

And most of all screw you Chris!

You're too immersed in your hatred that you don't realize you've fallen into an animal trap until it's too late. You scream, the branches falling from your arm as your body folds and the net wraps around you, pulling you up into the air. The rope burns your exposed skin as you squirm. This had to be a nightmare, some sick cruel joke Chris is playing on you. You half hope he'll jump out from behind the bushes and laugh in your face. 

You wait in silence for a moment but your boyfriend doesn't show up. 

"Help!" You scream out helplessly, "Is anyone there? Please, I-I'm trapped," you call. 

"Hmm, yes, that is the point of one of those," a deep voice drawls from behind you and you wince. You try to strain your neck to look at the newcomer but you can't move enough to see who it is. It certainly isn't Chris. Chris doesn't sound like that.

"Please, can you help me?" you plead shamelessly now. 

Your heart is beating so hard. You hear the creak of leaves and dirt as whoever stands behind you walks closer to you. You feel them turn the entire net around and soon you're face to face with dark piercing golden eyes. A color you can only describe as supernatural. 

"Now why would I help you? You stumbled into my trap—that makes you my prize."

The man is tall and strong. His shoulders are broad and his hair curls messily across his forehead. He's wearing an open vest made of brown leather and adorned with fur, thick leather bracers, and a necklace where three animal teeth hang.

You concentrate on the sharpness of the teeth for a while, ignoring how very much shirtless the man is against them, but eventually you lose focus as with a swift motion, he uses a knife he'd taken from his belt to cut the net and you crash to the ground. 

Immediately, the dirt sticks to your sweaty skin as you scramble up onto your feet. You brush hair from your face and stumble back, almost falling again until the man's large, calloused hand finds your forearm and he holds you still. "Calm down," he says hoarsely, his eyes narrowing and his grip tightening.

"You don't wanna run from me, gorgeous. Clearly, you don't know your left and right around here but I do. So, stay still for me so I can think about what I'm gonna do with you."

He has a thick accent and you find yourself nodding. He drops your arm and you don't move. You look up at him as he looks around, rubbing his hand over his jaw like he's debating his next moves. You can see his knife, which he has secured into his belt again, glistens with blood and your stomach churns. 

"Please don't hurt me," you whisper.

The man stares at you blankly, his eyebrows crease as he looks you up and down. After a moment, the corners of his lips curl upwards and he moves closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, scared, and you gasp inaudibly as a tear escapes you. 

The man's thumb wipes it away, his hand cupping your cheek and he speaks a language you don't understand—russian you assume—"Я бы никогда не подумал причинить тебе боль, (I would never dream of hurting you)," His tone seems sweeter than how he'd spoken before but all hopes of him translating what he'd said disappear when he asks:

"Why are you out here all alone?"

You recover from his touch as it leaves you and you try and explain, "I'm not alone. My boyfriend," you turn to look behind you but all you see is the trees and hear the rustling of animals in the shadows, "is around here somewhere," you finish.  

"He left you? Alone? Now? It's almost dark," the man accuses as if it had been your choice.

"I- I was supposed to bring branches for the fire," you say quickly, gesturing to the branches that had fallen from your arms. The man looks where you're pointing and chuckles darkly. 

"Oh, милый (darling), those aren't branches. Those aren't even twigs."

You glare at him, not finding it funny at all, "Well, I couldn't carry the heavier ones," you defend and the man interrupts with another chuckle.

"Ah," he smirks, "so why was it you who went out? Can your man not care for you properly?"

You scrunch your nose, "What's that supposed to mean?"

The man's smirk turns into a smile, his teeth showing, and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as he smiles. He's handsome—almost too handsome for someone who looks like they live in the woods.

"I mean," he drawls, leaning in even closer, "what kind of man allows his woman to do all his labor, leaving her on her lonesome and vulnerable to bad men like me?" Your breath hitches and your eyes widen when he finishes, "Your man is a pathetic little boy who doesn't deserve a woman like you."

Your mind races. You want to defend Chris, tell this man that Chirs is an amazing, loving, boyfriend—but another part of you can't deny Chris had basically coerced you onto this hike, on your birthday nonetheless, and then promptly abandoned you to fend for yourself.

However, those details weren't what your mind latched onto. No. As you stare at the handsome stranger, his words ring in your ears; "bad men like me"

The man can tell and he chuckles, "Don't look so scared. I like you. You're the most entertainment I've had in a while. Come," he beckons you over, turning around and gathering his net over his shoulder. When you don't follow instantly he calls out, "I can offer you shelter and food, and a fire," he adds with a glance over his shoulder, "Unless you'd rather find your way back to your boyfriend. Your choice, милый (darling)."

So, you end up in the man's home. The man—who had finally introduced himself as Kraven— lives in a small cabin that's obviously been worn out by time and weather. All the furniture looks barely used—as if there hasn't been life inside this cabin for a long time. 

Kraven's hospitality is coarse and oddly demanding as he pours you some honey tea he made himself and hands you some bread. You don't complain, you're starving. As Kraven makes a fire, he mumbles things in Russian and occasionally he'll look over at you, sending a shiver up your spine. Your hair is wet from the shower you just had and the strands stick to your cheeks.

Your mind wanders to Chris. Is he okay? It is a warmer night—so he really shouldn't freeze to death. You feel guilty for having accepted Kraven's offer but your thoughts are interrupted by the fire starting and Kraven stands. He runs a hand in his curls and drops his vest on the couch near you. You look up, suddenly extra aware of how shirtless and toned he is. 

"Продолжай смотреть на меня так, и у меня не будет другого выбора, кроме как трахнуть тебя прямо здесь и сейчас, милый, (Keep looking at me like that and I'll have no choice but to fuck you right here and now, darling)," Kraven says in a growl and the only word you recognize is the last one since he's used it a few times.

"What does милый mean?" you ask, attempting to pronounce the word but fumbling it. Kraven smirks and tilts his head as he walks closer until he's sitting next to you. 

"It's a term of endearment," he chuckles, "like darling—or honey."

You feel your cheeks burn. It's almost worse to hear him explain the term rather than just using it. You look down at your hands, feeling Kraven's warmth next to you. He smells like pine-wood and ashes and the scent is invading. You feel safer near him then you'd ever felt in Chris's arms. Guilt settles in your stomach again. 

"Ты так сладко пахнешь. (you smell so sweet)," Kraven says again and his hand comes up to move some stray hairs behind your ear. The air shifts and sexual tension settles around you and the feeling dances across your skin with fervor. 

You don't dare turn your head to look at him, afraid of how he's staring. "What does that all mean? The Russian?" you mutter.

"It means I want to kiss you, doll," Kraven chuckles and his hand cups your chin and he turns your head so you're staring at him. Your eyes are round and he chuckles, "what do you say милый (darling)? Will you indulge me? I wanna see if you taste as good as I think you do."

Your heart jumps in your throat and suddenly you feel very small compared to him. Your eyes flicker to his lips and then up to look into his eyes. They sparkle darkly and you wonder if anyone has ever been able to say no to those eyes. You surely won't be the first. You nod. 

Kraven leans in and captures your lips with passion so fierce you're afraid your lips will bruise. Still, they slide across his easily and it's as if you've been molded for one another. Kraven's hands tighten in your hair, bunching up the strands so he can control your head movements. Control. His entire demeanor screams control.

"Good girl," he mutters with a smirk against your lips and his hands move to grip your hips. You're wearing some shorts and a shirt you found in the bedroom when you changed from your shower.

You gasp as he helps you up and you straddle him now. With a humph, he lifts up his hips and slides his knife holster to the side so it isn't digging into your thigh or his. He grins wolfishly, continuing to kiss you. His lips trail up your neck and near your ear. 

It never felt like this with Chris. Sure, it had been fine—it had been good even in the beginning—but this? No, nothing could compare to this. 

Kraven's hands are large and strong against your skin as he kneads your waist and ass. "Ты такая хорошая девушка для меня (You're such a good girl for me)," he whispers, his voice hoarse, and as attractive as it is, you whine and furrow your brows.

"Please, don't talk in Russian anymore. I can't understand you," you pout, pulling him closer as you unconsciously grind your hips into his for more friction. "I wanna understand you," 

Kraven grips your hips harder and rolls them onto him, earning him a soft moan that falls from your lips. "Alright, darling, alright," he smiles and kisses you again. "Tell me, do'you want more from me? Seems like you do," he grinds your hips again, punctuating his words as he teases you mercilessly. 

You are at loss for words. This is wrong. You're cheating on your boyfriend, you try to remind yourself, with a man you met in the woods. But if this is so wrong, why does it feel so good? You moan. You desperately want to slide your shorts and panties down to allow even more friction on your clit. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you must look so needy. 

Kraven hooks his fingers in your waistband, running his thumb over your hip, reading your mind, "Is this what you want, darling? You wanna rub yourself on me like a little slut?" 

The insult shouldn't be as hot as it is, but when it's followed by a searing kiss, the word is honey on his tongue. You moan and drop your head in the crook of his neck, grasping onto his shoulders as you lift your hips so he can easily slide your panties and shorts down. "Please," you whisper, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. 

Kraven smirks and, as he holds your nape with one hand, he uses the other and finds your pussy. He explores your folds, wanting to make sure you're wet and ready for him. He rubs your clit, earning him smaller, more high pitched sounds from your parted lips as your wetness seeps over his hand. 

Kraven teases you for a little while longer, murmuring praises in your ear until he suddenly spreads his legs and you fall to your knees in front of the couch. You gasp, looking up at him from the ground. 

He looks majestic, sitting there, as if the couch was his throne and he was a King. 

Kraven's smirk widens as he fists one hand in your hair, using his other hand to lick his fingers clean of your arousal and then swiftly unbuckle his belt. He stares at you as he does this and tilts his head. "D'you do this for your boyfriend, gorgeous?" Kraven seems amused by the word boyfriend, as if it's some game to him. 

You nod, sinking onto your heels as you watch Kraven pull out his cock. He's big and hard and your eyes widen. "D'you like doing this?" he asks, his voice low. You catch his eye and shake your head honestly. You didn't like giving Chris head—but Chris's dick didn't look like this. Your eyes snap up to Kraven's cock. 

"You'll like it with me," he adds, smirking, and guides your head to his cock. You let him, having no complaints as you take him in your mouth. You're nervous at first, unsure of what to do, but soon you gain more confidence as you try and take him even deeper. 

You gag a little and Kraven just tightens his hand in your hair. 

"You can take it. I know you can, doll. There," he coos, clearly enjoying your work as you adjust your mouth around him. "There, yeah. That's my good girl." Kraven grunts out the word "my" and warmth pools in your stomach. You moan around his cock, sucking faster as if to respond yes, I am yours.

With a pop, he pulls your head away and tilts your chin. He helps you up to straddle him again, keeping you eye level as he positions his cock at your entrance. He squeezes your cheeks, opening your lips, and then spits into your mouth before claiming your lips again. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him against you and he sinks you down onto him. 

"Can you feel me, милый (darling)?" he grunts, moving you on his cock slowly, torturing you. He chuckles darkly when you whine. 

"Mmh," is the only sound you make as he fills you up. It feels so good. 

"You feel full, hm?" Kraven taunts, moving your hips a little faster as his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls one away a moment and rips your shirt, attaching his lips to your hardened nipples as you squeal. 

"Yes, oh, I feel so full," you whimper, bouncing up on him, helping him so you can go even faster and deeper. "Shit, you're so big."

"Шлюха (slut)," he groans, the word slipping past his lips in ecstasy as he kisses and sucks across your chest. You whine, wanting him to tell you what the word means so you can understand him but Kraven smirks. He kisses your collarbone and then, using his strength, he easily flips you over so you're laying on the couch and he's on top of you now. 

Kraven sinks his cock back into you as he snaps his hips hard. You gasp, wrapping your arms around him and your nails slide up and down his back, and he groans with pleasure at the sting. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck please," you plead, eyes rolling as your body shivers.

"You're so tight around me. As if you were made just for me," he says as he continues to fuck into you. "Does your boyfriend fuck you this good?" Kraven asks, his accent thicker as he loses himself in the pleasure. His hand comes to wrap around your jaw as he holds you in place under him. 

You shake your head. 

"Слова (Words)," he growls but then curses and says, "Words, darling. Tell me."

"N-no. He doesn't fuck me this good," you whisper as Kraven's cock slides into you. You're so wet and he's so hard and this is so so wrong. 

"Yeah? You gonna run back to him now, bunny?" he snarls and nips as your earlobe. He thrusts harder and smirks at the pet name. "Hmm. run little bunny, back to your poor excuse of a boyfriend? No," Kraven grunts, as if he's made a decision, "I'm keeping you, doll. I can take care of you better than he can."

You moan at this and nod, "Please," you whisper, feeling your thighs clench around him as you can feel your orgasm approaching. 

Kraven feels it too. "You're squeezing around me, Шлюха (slut), do you wanna come?" Kraven teases and his thrusts slow. You whine and look at him, your eyes becoming teary from need. You nod.

He laughs and kisses your lips with a grin, "Alright, you can come. Go on, let yourself come all over my cock," he smirks against your skin as his sharp teeth nip at your neck. 

 You whine, letting your body finally relax as you come. You gasp, your eyes rolling from pleasure as your legs feel like jello. Kraven finishes inside you with a grunt and you whimper at the feeling.

He smiles as you sink into the cushions and your eyes flutter. His large hand comes to hold behind your head as he pulls you up and leans you against his chest. 

While Kraven's touch is comforting, it's also possessive and claiming. His thumb strokes over your hair and his lips kiss your head. He's holding you so close you're almost afraid he'll never let you go. You sigh when he slides out and picks you up in his arms as he stands.

"Good girl," he mutters as he walks you to the bathroom and adds, "You did so well for me." You let yourself relax in his arms as he promises he'll be here from now on. You're his now. 

You're so blissed out from your orgasm that your mind doesn't understand what that truly means. Instead, you shut your eyes and let him take care of you and, with a small smile, you think,

Happy. Fucking. Birthday. To. Me.

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐔 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝔸 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥.

October 2nd Every Breath Like Smoke from a Cigarette

October 9th Filth in my Bones

October 16 Never Really Mine

October 23 You sang it like Hallelujah

October 30th Fate dealt you a trick hand

．．．🌑🌒🌓🌔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖🌖🌗🌘🌑．．．

[batvilletv]

[fantaseawriting]

A Price to Pay

Kraven x named OC. I may update later to be nameless reader.

I wrote this for my own pure enjoyment after seeing Kraven. Thought others might enjoy it as well. Wrote it at like 3am, not beta read. Might have errors but whatever.

Dark fanfiction. Trigger warnings a plenty. Will include non/dubcon. Non-con spanking. Predator / prey / primal play. Non-consensual breeding. Forced breeding. Somnophilia. And more. Read at your own risk.

18+. MINIRS DNI. NSFW.

Spoilers ahead

The elevator scene never made sense to me. How did Kraven not hear the struggle? Because he was talking to some random guy? It didn’t make sense to me. This story fixes that. A woman paid to be the distraction. Then the story cuts to after the movie, where Kraven tracks her down, blaming her for what happened.

The elevator chimed its arrival on the ground floor, and Aurora Zedel stepped in, her white blonde hair bouncing as she moved. Her teal eyes scanned the gleaming metal interior, noticing the faint smudges where hands had gripped the railings. The button for the 14th floor was already lit up, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the easy money waiting for her. As the doors began to glide shut, a large, muscular figure barreled towards her, his bare feet slapping against the marble floor. A man with dark brown hair and scruffy beard, had the look of a man who hadn't slept in days.

"Hold the elevator.” He called out.

Aurora glanced at him, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a smirk as she took in his desperate sprint. But she knew better. Her instincts screamed at her to keep moving. She'd heard too many horror stories about being alone with strange, overbearing men in elevators. Her finger hovered over the 'Close Door' button, a silent declaration of her decision. She wasn't going to be that girl, the one who ended up as a tragic headline in tomorrow's newspaper. The doors began to slide shut, and she could almost feel the weight of his glare as they inched closer to sealing his fate.

But fate had other plans. The elevator jolted as something metal smacked into the 'up' button, the doors springing back open. Aurora's eyes widened as she watched the knife, thrown with the precision of a seasoned knife-thrower, lodge itself into the center of the button with a solid click. The man followed, his bare feet crossing the threshold as he reached out to claim his makeshift key. He grabbed the knife with a grin that was more predatory than charming and stepped into the elevator, his six-foot-tall frame filling the space with a sense of palpable dominance.

They stood in momentary silence as the doors closed. Aurora faced forward, but she could feel his eyes on her, a heat that seemed to burn through her clothes. Her heart raced, but she refused to show fear. "I tried to hold the door for you," she lied, trying to break the tension with a nonchalant tone.

"No, you didn't." He said with a smirk.

Her eyes darted to the knife still clutched in his hand. The elevator's smooth ascent seemed to echo the sudden drop in the temperature of the room. The smirk grew into a full-fledged grin as he caught her gaze, and Aurora felt the urge to apologize for her earlier snub, even though she had every right to be wary. His voice was a rich timbre that sent a shiver down her spine, despite the warmth of the enclosed space.

"This?" He said, holding up the knife with a casual air, as if they were discussing the weather. "It's my work knife. I take it with me everywhere."

With a swift, practiced movement, he folded the blade into the handle and slipped it into his pocket. His grin never wavered as he watched Aurora's eyes follow the knife, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the ease of the motion. He could see the question marks popping up in her eyes, the curiosity and fear fighting for dominance. Good. That was the reaction he liked.

"What do you do for work?" Aurora's voice was a bit too high, trying to cover the tremor in her throat.

Kraven leaned back against the wall of the elevator, his towering presence seeming to consume the small space. He took a deep, leisurely breath, his eyes never leaving Aurora. "I'm a hunter," he said with a smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. “I hunt people.”

The elevator jolted to a stop on the 14th floor, and Aurora's heart skipped a beat as she felt his gaze intensify. "And you wonder why I didn't hold the elevator for you?" she quipped, her sassiness belying the racing thoughts in her head.

Kraven chuckled lowly, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "You're feisty. I like that." He stepped aside, allowing Aurora to exit the elevator. The doors slid open, revealing the opulent hallway she'd been told to wait in.

Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped out, the clack of her heels on the marble floor the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. She couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on her, even though she had her back to him. Without looking back, Aurora quickly made her way down the hall, her eyes scanning the gold-plated numbers until she found the one that matched her instructions. She took a deep breath and knocked three times on the door of apartment 1413, the echo of the raps echoing in the emptiness around her.

The silence that followed was thick, unnerving. She checked the time on her phone, the digital numbers ticking away the seconds like a bomb about to go off. She waited, her heart hammering in her chest like a drumline in a parade, each beat louder than the last. The air felt charged, like it was holding its breath along with her, and she had to fight the urge to run back to the safety of the elevator. But she'd come this far. No way she was leaving without that money.

The wait was endless, stretching out like a never-ending taffy pull. Her eyes darted around the hallway, taking in the opulent surroundings with their gold-framed artwork and plush carpeting. The quiet was so complete she could hear the faint hum of the elevator's machinery, a steady rhythm that seemed to taunt her with its normalcy. Her eyes kept straying back to the door she'd just knocked on, willing it to open. And just as the clock on her phone hit the ten-minute mark, it did.

The man who emerged was as silent as the hallway itself. He was dressed in a sharp suit that screamed wealth and power, with sunglasses that obscured his eyes despite the lack of natural light. He held out a briefcase with a single nod, his face a mask of professional detachment. Aurora took it, her fingers trembling slightly as she felt the weight of the case in her hands. This was it. This was what she'd been promised. The brief moment of victory was cut short by the sound of the door clicking shut, leaving her standing there with nothing but the briefcase and the echo of the man's retreating footsteps.

Her heart pounded as she made her way back to the elevator, the sound of her heels on the marble floor a stark contrast to the quiet that had just moments ago held the corridor in its grip. She stepped into the metal box, the briefcase feeling like a treasure trove of secrets at her side. The doors whispered shut, and with a gentle ding, the elevator began to descend. The briefcase called to her, a siren's song of cold, hard cash. She couldn't resist the urge to peek. With trembling hands, she flipped the latches open, her eyes widening as the bills greeted her like an old friend.

Holy shit. They hadn't lied. She really got 50k to ride an elevator.

Three months had passed since Aurora's peculiar elevator encounter in London, and she had almost forgotten about the mysterious man with the knife. Her life had returned to the comfortable routine of cataloging artifacts and giving tours at the museum, with the occasional thrill of a new exhibit or an unexpected discovery. The cobblestone streets of London had been replaced with the concrete jungle of New York, but the memory of Kraven's smoldering gaze still lingered like a ghost in the back of her mind. She had moved on, though, using the money to upgrade her living situation and indulge in a few well-deserved treats.

Now, she found herself walking home from the Museum of Natural History, her one-bedroom flat a mere stone's throw away. The apartment boasted a stunning view of Central Park from the windows, which she often enjoyed with a cup of coffee and a good book. The rent was steep, but the 50,000 dollars had been a lifeline that allowed her to chase her dreams without the burden of financial stress. She often mused about what had happened to the man she had met that fateful day, but the chaos of her daily life quickly overshadowed those fleeting thoughts.

The walk home was never particularly long, but tonight, it felt like an eternity. Aurora's eyes darted around the bustling street, searching for the source of the uneasy feeling that had crept into her consciousness. The cacophony of car horns and pedestrians' chatter created a wall of noise that should have comforted her, but instead, it amplified the sensation of being observed. Her stride grew quicker as she wove through the throngs of people, the clack of her heels on the sidewalk a steady beat that seemed to echo her racing heart.

Finally, she reached the sanctuary of her apartment building, the heavy door swinging closed behind her with a comforting thud that muted the sounds of the city. She took the stairs two at a time, her breath coming in short gasps, fueled by adrenaline rather than exertion. Once inside, Aurora double-locked the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, her eyes closed as she allowed the sense of relief to wash over her.

With shaking hands, she made her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on for a cup of coffee. The familiar ritual of measuring out the grounds and watching the water heat was a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. She carried the steaming mug to the living room, the warmth spreading through her fingers and up her arm. She stepped over to the large windows, the twinkling lights of the city spread out before her like a glittering quilt. Her gaze fell upon Central Park, a vast expanse of darkness with the occasional flash of a streetlamp piercing the night.

For a moment, she could have sworn she saw a figure standing in the shadows of the trees, his eyes locked onto her apartment. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a sip of her coffee, the bitter liquid scalding her tongue. But when she blinked, the figure was gone, swallowed by the night as if he had never been there.

The days ticked by, and the sense of unease grew stronger. Aurora couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, followed. She'd catch glimpses of dark figures in the corner of her eye, only to turn and find nothing but the cold, unyielding concrete of the city.

Her once-peaceful evening walks were now fraught with tension, her steps quicker, her eyes darting around the street as if searching for a predator that only she could sense. The whispers of the wind through the skyscrapers began to sound like the taunts of a pursuer, playing tricks on her ears.

It was a cold, rainy night when Aurora's fears materialized into reality. She had just stepped out of the warm embrace of the museum, her heels clicking rhythmically against the wet pavement as she hurried towards the safety of her apartment. The rain was a curtain, obscuring her view of the world, and she was grateful for the anonymity it provided.

As Aurora reached her building, she fumbled with her keys, the cold metal slipping through her trembling fingers. The door was heavier than usual, the weight of her fear seemingly adding to its mass. She slammed it shut behind her, the sound echoing through the empty foyer. The climb up the stairs was a blur of wet footsteps and heavy breathing, each step taking her closer to what she hoped was safety.

Finally, she reached her floor, the last bastion between her and the sanctuary of her home. The apartment door swung open with a groan of protest, revealing the welcoming embrace of her cozy living space. She didn't bother turning on the light; the moon's glow was enough to guide her as she shrugged off her soaked jacket and draped it over the hook. Her clothes clung to her body like a second skin, a chilly reminder of the rain's relentless embrace.

Aurora padded softly down the hallway, her damp feet leaving a trail of footprints on the hardwood floor. The anticipation of a hot shower washed away the last of her unease, replacing it with a warm, comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from the bathroom. She was so focused on the thought of the steaming water that she didn't notice the shift in the air, the sudden stillness that seemed to thicken like molasses.

It was only when she reached the threshold of her bedroom that Aurora's instincts screamed at her to stop. Something was off. The shadows in the room seemed to shift, coalescing into a form that didn't belong. Her hand hovered over the light switch, the plastic cool under her fingertips. She knew she should turn it on, illuminate the darkness, but she was frozen, a deer in the headlights of a car she didn't see coming.

The air grew heavy, charged with the electricity of a storm that had yet to break. And then she heard it. The unmistakable sound of fabric rustling against skin, the almost imperceptible huff of breath. She whirled around, her eyes darting through the darkness, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart was a jackhammer in her chest, each beat echoing through her body like a warning bell.

A figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette blocking the moonlight that had been her beacon. It was him, the man from the elevator. His eyes gleamed with a predatory light, the gold of his irises piercing the gloom. He was no longer the charming rogue she had met months ago; now, he was the hunter made flesh, a creature of the night with a vendetta to settle.

Her instinct was to scream, to let out the terror that had been coiled in her chest for weeks, but he was faster. Kraven crossed the room in a single bound, his hand clamping over her mouth with the strength of a vice. The warmth of his palm against her skin was a stark contrast to the cold fear that washed over her. Aurora's eyes went wide, the pupils dilating with shock as she struggled against his unyielding grip.

"Hello, Aurora," Kraven purred, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I've been looking forward to this little reunion." His voice was a dark symphony, a blend of velvet and steel that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Aurora's eyes searched for any escape, but the room had shrunk to the size of a cage, with Kraven as her captor. His grip on her was firm, the heat of his palm searing into her cheek, his other hand snaking around her waist to keep her in place. His scent was musky, like the rain-soaked earth after a storm, a wildness that made her want to both lean into it and flee from it.

"You," she managed to whisper through his hand. The accusation was clear in her voice, the anger bubbling just beneath the surface of fear.

Kraven's grin widened, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Yes, me. You've been a hard one to track down, Aurora. But I always get my prey." His grip on her tightened, and she could feel the power in his arms, the promise of strength that could easily overpower her.

The past month had been a game of cat and mouse, with Kraven following Aurora's scent across continents. Her unique blend of vanilla, amber, and musk had led him through the bustling streets of New York, each step bringing him closer to the woman who had unwittingly played a role in his brother's downfall. It was a scent that had haunted his dreams, a sweetness tinged with the bitter stench of betrayal. And now, finally, he had her right where he wanted her.

"Let me go," Aurora hissed, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination that only served to pique Kraven's interest. She struggled in his arms, her body a thrash of limbs that did little to free herself from his iron grip. His smile grew as he leaned in, his nose brushing against her neck as he took in her scent. It was intoxicating, a blend of fear and something else, something that made his pulse quicken.

"Why are you here?" she spat, her voice muffled by his hand.

Kraven leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You helped them, Aurora. You're part of this." His words were a dark promise of retribution, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "I'm going to make you pay for what you've done."

"What are you talking about?" she choked out, her eyes watering from the pressure of his hand. "I don't know anything!" Her nails dug into his palm, desperation fueling her strength.

Kraven's grin grew more wolfish. "Don't play dumb with me. You were the perfect distraction in that elevator. You delayed me, allowed them to take my brother. And now, I've found you." His voice was a low growl that sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.

Aurora's eyes searched the room for anything she could use as a weapon, but all she saw was her own reflection in the dresser mirror, wide-eyed and terrified. She tried to kick out, but her heels slipped on the wet floor. Kraven's grip on her was unrelenting.

"You're wrong," Aurora managed to murmur, the words barely audible against his palm. "I didn't know what was happening!"

"Ignorance is no excuse," Kraven whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. She felt a sharp pinprick at the base of her neck, and the room swirled around her like a kaleidoscope of shadows. The last thing she heard was the echo of his words, "You distracted me. You helped them. And you will pay."

When Aurora woke, the world was spinning. She groaned, her head feeling like a sledgehammer had taken up residence inside her skull. She tried to sit up, but the world tilted, and she collapsed back onto the bed with a soft thump. The scent of rich, musky wood enveloped her, unfamiliar and comforting in the same breath. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls of the room were made of glass triangles, creating a dome that showcased the dense woods outside. The stark contrast of the opulent furnishings with the wild, untamed nature beyond was jarring, like a jungle queen's palace in the heart of the forest.

Her eyes searched the room frantically, trying to piece together the puzzle of her location. The last thing she remembered was the cold, hard hand over her mouth and the sudden darkness that had swallowed her whole. Her hand shot up to her neck, feeling the tender spot where she had been injected. A sour taste lingered on her tongue, the aftermath of whatever drug had been used to render her unconscious.

Aurora's heart hammered in her chest as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, the plush bedding beneath her offering little comfort. Her legs dangled over the side, and she took a moment to let the world settle before attempting to stand. Her eyes fell on the door, a stark reminder of the danger she was in.

With wobbly steps, she approached the glass panes that made up the wall, her eyes scanning the dense foliage beyond for any sign of Kraven. The rain had stopped, and in its place, a serene quiet had descended over the woods. The moon cast an eerie glow through the canopy, painting the leaves in silvery light. She knew she had to escape.

Aurora stumbled onto the deck, the cold wood seeping through her damp clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Her eyes searched the horizon, the distant sound of an owl's hoot piercing the silence. The urge to flee was a living thing within her, a primal instinct that screamed at her to run.

And then she heard it—a growl, low and menacing, that seemed to resonate through her very bones. Her heart stuttered in her chest, the beat of a wild drum that matched the throb of fear in her veins. Her eyes darted to the nearby forest, the dense underbrush hiding whatever creature had made the sound.

For a moment, the world stood still. The moonlight danced through the leaves, painting an eerie tableau of shadows and light. And then, she saw it—a flash of movement, the unmistakable form of a creature stalking closer. A snow leopard, its fur a ghostly white against the backdrop of the night, its eyes gleaming with a hunger that was all too real.

Aurora's heart skipped a beat, and she forgot about the man who took her. Survival instinct took over, and she bolted back inside the dome, the door slamming shut with a resounding boom that echoed through the quiet night. She leaned against the door, panting as she watched the creature prowl closer. The snow leopard's eyes never left hers, a predator sizing up its prey.

It was a snow leopard, a creature of the Himalayas and other high-altitude regions. Aurora's mind raced. How was this possible? The last she knew, she was in the heart of New York City, not in the remote mountains of Asia. Panic set in as the reality of her situation sank in—she was not in her element, not even in the city she called home. This was a place where nature ruled, and she was the intruder.

The beast circled the structure a few times, its eyes never leaving Aurora's as it assessed her. Its tail twitched, the tip brushing the ground with a mesmerizing rhythm that seemed to beckon her closer. But the sharpness of its teeth and the power in its muscles were clear warnings. This was not an animal to be trifled with.

As the snow leopard disappeared into the woods, the night grew quieter, the only sound the gentle patter of rain against the glass. Aurora let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her eyes still glued to the spot where it had been. The tension in her body slowly began to uncoil, and she pushed herself away from the door.

It was only when she heard the soft click of the lock turning that she realized she wasn't alone. She whirled around, her eyes widening as the man stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming in the moonlit night like the predator that had just been outside. The sight of him sent a jolt of terror through her, a stark reminder of the human danger that lurked within the confines of this alien place.

"Welcome to my home, Aurora," Kraven said, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down her spine. He was dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a form-fitting shirt that did little to hide his muscular physique. His bare feet were silent on the floor, a stark contrast to the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes searched the room for a way out, for anything that could help her, but all she found was more glass and steel, a prison of luxury that reflected the moon's glow. "Where am I?" she demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

"Somewhere safe," Kraven said, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her want to shrink away. "Or as safe as you can be when you're with me."

The room was sparse but luxurious, a stark contrast to the wildness beyond the glass walls. Aurora took in the furs draped over the bed, the heavy wooden furniture that looked as though it had been carved from ancient trees, and the crackling fireplace that cast flickering shadows across the floor. The heat was a stark contrast to the cold she'd felt outside, a seductive warmth that she knew was a trap.

"This isn't New York," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The trees, the snow leopard—none of it made sense. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle of her new surroundings. "Where are we?"

"My home," Kraven said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very floor beneath her feet. "Eastern Russia. The heart of the wilderness." He stepped closer, and Aurora could feel the heat emanating from his body, a stark contrast to the cold outside. "You won't find another human for over a thousand miles."

Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way out of this insanity. "What do you want from me?" she spat, trying to hide the tremor in her voice.

"Oh, I think you know," Kraven said, his smirk growing more predatory with each passing moment. He strolled closer, his bare feet silent on the cold floor. "You see, you've become part of the hunt now, Aurora. You're the fox that led me astray in that elevator, and now it's my turn to set the chase."

Aurora's heart raced, her mind scrambling to understand what he was saying. The elevator job had been a random encounter, hadn't it? Just a way to make some quick cash. But as Kraven prowled towards her, she knew that she had been naive to think she could walk away unscathed from whatever dark world he was part of.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aurora repeated, her voice stronger this time. "We were just two strangers in an elevator. I didn't do anything to distract you from anything!"

Kraven's smirk grew, a dark twist of amusement playing on his lips. "Ah, but you see, Aurora, that's where you're wrong. You're more than just a pretty face and an interesting scent. You're a puzzle piece in a much larger game." He stalked closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Your innocent act isn't fooling me. I know you're part of the reason my brother fell to the darkness. That night, when you stepped into that elevator, you became part of the hunt. And now, you're going to pay for it." His words were a whisper, a promise of retribution that seemed to hang in the air like a mist of venom.

Aurora's mind raced as she tried to form a coherent argument, but her thoughts were muddled by fear and confusion. "Please, I didn't know! I was offered $50,000 to ride the elevator to the fourteenth floor and wait ten minutes. That was all!" she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I had no idea what was happening!"

Kraven's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the veil of her fear. "Money," he spat, his tone derisive. "Always the same story. You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" His words stung, but Aurora knew better than to let his accusations bait her.

"I don't know anything about your brother or your...hunting," she said firmly, her voice stronger than she felt. "I'm just a curator at the museum. I don't get involved in...whatever it is you think I'm involved in."

Kraven tilted his head, studying her with a predatory gaze. "You're a curator, yes, but you're also a survivor. You've survived in a city that eats the weak alive. You've made a good life for yourself with the money you earned that night. But now, the game has changed. You're in my world, and here, the only way to survive is to become the hunted."

Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for a glimmer of humanity, but all she found was a cold, calculating stare. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs.

"Revenge," Kraven replied, his tone as unyielding as the steel bars that seemed to enclose her in this glass cage. "You've cost me everything. For a pitiful fifty thousand dollars, you've taken away the only person I ever cared about. And now, you'll learn what it means to be the prey."

Aurora felt the blood drain from her face, her heart racing like the prey of the snow leopard that had just been outside. "Your brother...he's...dead?" she stuttered, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her.

"Worse," Kraven said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. "He didn't just die. He turned into the very evil I hunt. A monster." His eyes blazed with anger and something else—hurt, a deep, raw pain that made Aurora's chest tighten. "And it's all because of you."

The room felt smaller as he approached, his muscular form looming over her. Aurora took a step back, her heels clicking against the cold, hard floor. "What do you mean?" she whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "How could I have done that?"

Kraven's smile was cruel. "You played your part, Aurora. Whether you knew it or not." He reached out, his hand snaking around her throat, his fingers tightening just enough to remind her of his power. "And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

Aurora's eyes widened with terror, her pulse racing like a rabbit caught in a snare. "Please," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea. "I didn't know. I don't know anything. I don't even know who you are."

Kraven's grip tightened, his thumb pressing against the pulse point on her neck, feeling the erratic rhythm beneath the soft skin. "You can call me Kraven," he murmured. "You're about to find out what it's like to be the hunted. To feel the fear, the adrenaline, the desperation." His other hand reached out, ghosting over her cheek, his touch feather-light but sending a shiver of fear through her. "You're going to regret ever crossing my path, Aurora Zedel."

With a sudden shove, he released her, sending her stumbling backwards. "Run," he said, his voice a low growl. "I'll give you a head start. And don't worry about the snow leopard outside. She won't hunt you." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. "She won't hunt my prey."

Aurora didn't need to be told twice. She bolted towards the door, her heart in her throat. Her legs felt like jelly, but she pushed through the fear, her instincts taking over. The door swung open, and the cool night air enveloped her, the scent of pine and rain mixing with the coppery tang of fear.

Her eyes darted around the moonlit clearing, searching for any sign of civilization or a path through the dense woods. The only sound was the distant call of an owl and the thunderous beat of her own heart. Kraven had vanished, leaving her alone in the wilderness, the glass dome of his lair gleaming in the distance like a malevolent eye watching her every move.

The forest loomed around her, a tapestry of shadows and silver light. Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She had to keep moving, to put as much distance as possible between herself and the madman who had brought her here. Her feet sank into the wet earth, the cold seeping through her thin shoes as she stumbled through the underbrush, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps.

Behind her, she heard the faintest rustle of leaves, a disturbance that sent a fresh jolt of terror through her. Kraven was out there, watching her flee. She could feel his eyes on her, his presence a dark shadow that seemed to invade every corner of her mind. Her legs burned, her lungs ached, but she didn't dare slow down.

Kraven's thoughts were a tumultuous mix of anger and desire. Her scent, that sweet, alluring blend of vanilla, amber, and musk, had him in a feral frenzy. He hadn't meant to let her go so easily, but something within him had snapped the moment she'd stumbled away from his grasp. The need to claim her, to make her his, was overwhelming, a primal instinct that he hadn't felt in years. His teeth gritted as he watched her vanish into the trees, the moon's glow playing across her curves like a lover's caress.

He waited, his eyes never leaving the spot where she'd disappeared. His heightened senses took in every sound, every smell. He could hear the racing of her heart, the rustle of leaves beneath her panicked feet. His muscles tensed, and he felt the power within him coil tight, ready to spring into action. But he didn't move—not yet.

Kraven watched the shadows dance across the clearing, his eyes glowing with the excitement of the chase. His mind was a tempest of anger and lust, a maelstrom of emotion that swirled around the image of Aurora. He wasn't just mad at her; he was enraged that she'd been used to distract him from his duty. Yet, the thought of her soft curves beneath him was like a siren's call, irresistible and all-consuming. He had to have her.

He waited, his patience that of a cat watching a mouse. He knew the forest like the back of his hand, every twist and turn, every scent that lingered on the breeze. The rain had stopped, leaving the night air cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of Aurora's fear. It was intoxicating, a pheromone that drew him closer. He could feel the vibrations of her desperate flight, the tremble of the earth beneath her feet, the snapping of twigs as she blundered through the underbrush.

Aurora's breaths grew more ragged as she pushed deeper into the forest. Her legs felt like they might give out at any moment, but she couldn't stop. The darkness was suffocating, the trees closing in around her like a living cage. The only thing keeping her going was the burning anger that had ignited within her at Kraven's accusation. How dare he blame her for something she didn't do?

Her mind raced with scenarios of escape, her thoughts interrupted by the occasional crack of a twig or rustle of leaves. Was he really letting her go? Or was this all part of his twisted game? The forest was eerily silent, the only company the distant hoot of an owl and the erratic thump of her own heart.

Aurora's eyes searched the darkness for any sign of Kraven, but all she saw was the endless dance of shadows cast by the moon's weak glow. The trees stretched out before her like an infinite maze, each step a gamble on whether she was moving towards freedom or further into his clutches

.

As Aurora stumbled through the forest, the moon's weak glow pierced the dense canopy, casting eerie patterns of light and shadow on the damp ground. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she could feel the cold seeping into her bones, but she didn't dare stop moving. The fear of Kraven's pursuit kept her legs pumping, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm in her chest. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her jump, her eyes darting wildly in search of the predator she knew was stalking her.

The terrain grew more rugged, the underbrush thicker and more difficult to navigate. Aurora's clothes were soaked with rain, clinging to her body and snagging on branches that seemed to reach out to ensnare her. Her shoes, never meant for this kind of environment, were little more than shreds, leaving her feet bare and vulnerable to the jagged rocks and sharp thorns that littered the forest floor.

Her breaths grew shallower, the cold air stinging her lungs as she stumbled over a fallen tree trunk. A glimpse of movement in the corner of her eye had her spinning around, heart racing, only to find a solitary deer watching her with wide, doe-like eyes before it disappeared back into the shadows. The forest was a silent sentinel, holding its breath as the hunted played out her fate.

The moment of respite was shattered when a powerful force crashed into her from behind, sending her sprawling face-first into the wet earth. Aurora screamed and flailed, her nails clawing at the soil as Kraven's heavy body pinned her down, his muscular frame immovable as a boulder. Panic flooded her veins, and she struggled wildly, her legs kicking and arms flailing as she tried to break free.

He was silent as the grave, his breath hot against her neck as he held her in place, his fingers digging into her hips. Aurora felt his erection, a stark reminder of his intentions, pressing into her through his pants, and a new wave of terror washed over her. Kraven chuckled, a dark sound that echoed through the silent night, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "You're going to make this so much more enjoyable, little fox."

Her mind reeled as she felt the fabric of her pants tear away, his hand rough and unyielding as he exposed her skin to the cold night air. Aurora's scream was muffled by the wet earth, her struggles futile against his immense strength. She could feel the ground beneath her, the dampness seeping into her clothes, the coldness a stark contrast to the heat of Kraven's body as he claimed her.

With a snarl, he flipped her onto her back, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger that made Aurora's stomach churn. His grip was like a vice around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head as he straddled her, his knees digging into her ribs. "You're mine now," he murmured, his breath hot on her face. "You're going to scream for me, beg for me, and when I'm done with you, you'll never forget the name Kraven."

Aurora's eyes searched the darkness beyond the forest canopy, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild animal's. She could feel the ground beneath her, the cold seeping into her bones, as Kraven's weight bore down on her. His hand slithered up her side, the calloused pads of his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly. She gasped, arching her back in protest, her eyes never leaving his.

With a feral grin, Kraven leaned in, his teeth bared as he ripped her shirt and bra from her body in one swift motion. The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the quiet night, a macabre symphony of destruction. Aurora's breasts spilled out, pale and trembling in the moonlight, her nipples hardening from the cold and fear. Kraven's gaze raked over her exposed flesh, his eyes gleaming with hunger, and she felt a surge of revulsion mingled with a perverse thrill.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she lay naked beneath him, her skin glowing in the moonlit clearing. Kraven took a moment to drink in the sight, his own shirt discarded on the ground beside them, the muscles of his chest rippling as he took a deep, satisfied breath. His pants were already undone, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

With a snarl, he descended upon her, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, his tongue laving the wound to soothe the sting. Aurora squirmed beneath him, trying to pull away, but his grip was unyielding. His mouth moved to her breasts, his teeth grazing over the sensitive peaks, his tongue flicking against them in a way that sent waves of pleasure mingling with pain through her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora bit her bottom lip, trying to muffle the whimpers that escaped her. She didn't want to give Kraven the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected her. But as he continued to explore her body with a combination of roughness and tenderness that was both terrifying and exhilarating, she could feel her resolve crumbling. His hands roamed, his fingers dipping into her wetness, testing her readiness with a cruel precision.

Kraven's voice was a low, seductive growl in her ear. "You're going to come for me, Aurora. Whether you want to or not." His words were a promise, a dark vow that sent a shiver of fear and anticipation through her body. He was in control, and she knew it, but there was something in his tone that suggested he didn't just want her body—he wanted her to surrender completely, to acknowledge him as her master, her hunter.

He didn't wait for a response, his hand delving between her legs, his fingers teasing her clit with a mastery that had her gasping. Aurora's eyes shot open, her body arching up to meet his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched her react. "See?" he murmured. "You love it. The thrill of the hunt, the fear of the unknown."

Her eyes filled with anger and defiance as she glared up at him, but he just chuckled, leaning down to capture her mouth in a brutal kiss. His tongue thrust inside, claiming her, tasting her fear and her unwilling desire. Aurora felt the heat of his body, the roughness of his beard against her skin, and she hated herself for the way she responded. But she couldn't fight the sensations that flooded her—his touch, his scent, the power that radiated from him like a living flame.

Kraven felt her body's betrayal, her softness yielding to his hardness, her wetness coating his fingers as he stroked her. He broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with victory. "You're going to come for me," he repeated, his voice a dark whisper. "And when you do, you'll understand what it means to be the hunted."

With a snarl, Aurora bucked her hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but he was unmovable. His grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pinned her to the ground.

Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch despite her protests. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. The fear and the arousal swirled together in a toxic mix, a potent cocktail that had her panting and writhing beneath him.

Kraven's thumb circled her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her in a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Aurora's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this, to regain control, but all she could focus on was the exquisite torture he was inflicting on her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her back bowing off the ground as he brought her closer to the edge.

And then, without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her trembling and exposed. Aurora's eyes snapped open, and she met his, the hunger in them so intense it stole her breath away. Kraven's grin was wicked as he lined himself up with her, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance.

In one powerful thrust, he entered her, the sheer size of him filling her completely, stretching her in a way that was both agonizing and exhilarating. Aurora's scream pierced the night, echoing through the forest like the cry of a wounded animal. He was so much larger than any man she'd ever been with, his girth a challenge that her body struggled to accommodate. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to resist the intrusion, but his strength was unrelenting.

Her struggles renewed, a cacophony of limbs and desperate gasps for air as he began to move within her. Kraven's hips pistoned, each stroke sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through Aurora's body. She could feel the heat of him, the power of his thrusts as he claimed her with an animalistic ferocity. And yet, as much as she wanted to fight, there was a part of her that craved more, that reveled in the raw, primal energy of the moment. Her body responded in ways she never thought possible, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hips rising to meet his in a silent plea for more.

The world around them faded away, replaced by the sound of their harsh breaths and the slap of skin on skin. Kraven's eyes never left hers, his gaze a blue flame that seemed to burn into her very soul. He watched her, studied her, his expression a mix of anger and lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice deep and guttural. "You'll always be mine."

Aurora's body responded in ways she couldn't control, her hips moving with his rhythm despite the fear that gripped her. His teeth sank into her lower lip, drawing blood, and she tasted the coppery tang as she moaned into his mouth. Her nails raked down his back, not in protest but in a desperate attempt to hold onto something, anything, as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Kraven felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting with each of his brutal thrusts. He could feel her approaching climax, and the knowledge of her impending surrender fueled his own desire. His hand slammed down on the ground beside her head, the impact echoing through the clearing. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you're mine."

Aurora's eyes blazed with a mix of anger and need. "Never," she spat out, trying to buck him off. But his weight was too much, his grip too strong.

Kraven chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "We'll see," he murmured against her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe before his mouth moved to her neck, his kisses turning into bites that left marks. He could feel her getting closer, her body's involuntary reactions telling him she was about to give in. His strokes grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening, his rhythm unyielding.

Aurora's eyes widened as she felt the pressure building, a coil of need that she couldn't fight. She bit back a scream, her teeth digging into her lip so hard she could taste blood. Kraven's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," he whispered, his voice a dark purr. "Come for me, Aurora. Show me you're mine."

With a final, brutal thrust, Aurora shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. It was a release unlike any she'd ever experienced, a wave of pleasure that washed over her like a storm. Kraven's eyes glowed with victory, his own orgasm following closely behind, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and spent, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Aurora felt the weight of his body pressing her into the cold, damp earth, his breath hot against her neck. The reality of what had just happened crashed down on her, and she began to sob, the tears mingling with the rain that had started to fall again.

Kraven pulled back slightly, his grip on her wrists loosening. He studied her face, his expression unreadable. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

Aurora's sobs grew louder, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions. "You...you raped me," she choked out. "How can you ask that?"

Kraven's expression didn't change. He simply leaned down and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You liked it," he said matter-of-factly. "Your body didn't lie to me."

Aurora's anger flared, and she spit in his face. "You're a monster," she hissed.

Kraven wiped the saliva away with the back of his hand, his expression unchanged. "I am what I was made to be," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And now, so are you." He stood, pulling her up with him, and she winced at the pain of his grip on her bruised wrists. He tugged her pants back up, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're going to walk back to my lair," he said, his voice a low growl. "And we're going to have a little chat about your role in all of this."

The rain was a torrent now, beating against their naked bodies as they walked back through the forest. Aurora's teeth chattered from the cold, her skin covered in a sheen of water and sweat. She stumbled, the pain from her encounter making each step an agony, but Kraven's grip was unyielding. She couldn't help but feel the heat of his body against hers, the way the water traced the valleys of his muscles, making him look like a living statue carved from marble.

But she would not let him see her weakness. As the dome of his fortress came into view, Aurora's panic grew. She knew what awaited her there—more pain, more humiliation. She had to find a way to escape, to prove to herself that she was more than just prey. Her eyes darted around the forest, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon, a means to fight back.

As they approached the clearing where the glass prison loomed, she saw her chance. A fallen branch, thick and sturdy, lay in their path, partially hidden by the underbrush. She waited for Kraven to look away, his focus on the ground as he navigated through the dense foliage. When the moment was right, she reached for it, her hand shaking with fear and determination.

He noticed the shift in her posture, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at her. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his grip on her wrist tightening.

Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse racing with a mix of fear and anger. She had to act now. With all the strength she could muster, she swung the branch at Kraven's head with a feral cry. It connected with a solid thunk, and he staggered back, surprise flickering in his eyes.

This was her moment. Her legs, though trembling, propelled her forward as she tried to run, the rain stinging her bare skin like a thousand tiny needles. But Kraven was too fast. In a blur of movement, he caught her around the waist, his hand wrapping around her like a vice. "You little bitch," he hissed, his teeth bared in a snarl.

Her breath was ragged in her chest as she kicked and struggled, the branch slipping from her grasp. But Kraven's hold was unbreakable, his muscles rippling with power. He tossed her over his shoulder, her body bouncing with each of his angry steps as he carried her back to the glass fortress. The rain washed the tears from Aurora's face, mixing with the mud that caked her skin.

Inside the prison, he threw her onto the plush bed with a force that made her bounce. "You're going to learn your place," he snarled, his eyes burning with fury. Aurora tried to scramble away, but he was on her in an instant, his hand slamming down onto the mattress beside her, his face just inches from hers. "You're not going anywhere," he growled.

With a swift movement, he flipped her over so that she was face down on the bed, her thighs hanging off the edge, her bare bottom exposed to the cool air. The moonlight spilled in through the skylight, casting an ethereal glow over her skin. Kraven's gaze raked over her, lingering on the curve of her hips and the plumpness of her ass. He couldn't resist the urge to mark her, to claim her in a way that would leave no doubt in her mind of who she belonged to.

One hand remained on her back, holding her in place as his other hand rose, poised to deliver the first blow. "You will learn the price of disobedience," he growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble. The sound of his hand connecting with her flesh was like a crack of thunder in the quiet room, the impact jolting through Aurora's body. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut against the sudden sting of pain.

Kraven's hand fell again, and again, each smack echoing through the chamber of glass like the beat of a war drum. Aurora's struggles grew more desperate, her muffled cries lost in the pillow she was face down in. Yet, she couldn't escape his punishing grasp. Each hit was deliberate, precise, as if he were mapping the landscape of her ass with the palm of his hand. He didn't relent, covering every inch of her plump flesh with a crimson blush.

Through the fog of pain, Aurora felt something else, something that scared her more than Kraven's wrath. Her body was responding to the punishment, her pussy growing wet with a traitorous desire that she couldn't understand. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't help the way her hips moved, almost as if they were begging for more. It was like a dance of dominance and submission that she never agreed to participate in.

The rhythm of Kraven's strikes became almost mesmerizing, each one a symphony of pain that sent shockwaves through her body. The sound of his hand smacking against her ass, the way her skin jiggled with the impact—it was a macabre ballet that played out beneath the unforgiving moonlight. Aurora's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by the pillow she clutched with desperation. The sting grew more intense with every hit, but so did the strange, dark pleasure that seemed to pulse through her veins.

Her struggles diminished, and her body began to move with the force of his hand. Her ass cheeks jiggled in time with the punishment, the red marks standing out starkly against her pale skin. Kraven's eyes never left her, his gaze drinking in the sight of her submission. He could see the panic in her eyes slowly morph into something else—a mix of anger, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like arousal. The way her hips rolled slightly, the way she bit her lip to stifle a moan—it was as if she were built for this, crafted to be the perfect prey for his desires.

With a final, firm smack, he paused, his hand resting on the hot, throbbing flesh of her ass. Aurora's body was taut with tension, her breathing ragged. Kraven leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "You're going to take it," he whispered. "You're going to take all of it, and you're going to love it."

His hand began to caress her, his fingertips tracing the lines of fire he'd painted on her skin. The tenderness was almost too much to bear after the harshness of the spanking. Her body trembled, her legs spreading slightly, giving him the access he craved. He took advantage, one hand sliding down to her slick folds, the other still gripping her bruised flesh.

Kraven's eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt his tip probing, and despite the pain, she was wet for him. It was as if her body had been programmed to respond to his touch, to crave his dominance. With a low growl, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Aurora gasped, her body arching with the sudden fullness. The pain from her spanking melded with the pleasure of his entry, creating a symphony of sensation that was almost too intense to handle.

Her ass was still on fire, the sting from his hand a constant reminder of her submission. Yet, it was this very submission that seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening as he claimed her once more. Aurora's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening cry escaping her lips as he hit a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through her core. It was as if she was a puzzle piece that had been forcibly shoved into place, and now, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Kraven's strokes grew more deliberate, each one designed to elicit a reaction from her. He watched her face intently, the way her eyes fluttered closed, the way her breath hitched in her throat. His free hand slid up to her neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft spot just below her ear. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, the beat of her life pounding in time with the rhythm of their fucking.

The room was filled with the sounds of their mating dance—his grunts, her whimpers, the slap of his skin against hers. It was a cacophony that echoed through the glass prison, a declaration of his dominance. Aurora's body was a canvas of sensations, a battleground of pleasure and pain that Kraven reveled in exploring.

He reached around her, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The contrast between the pain of her bruised ass and the sweet agony of his fingers on her most sensitive spot was almost too much to bear. Aurora's moans grew louder, her body responding to the dual assault despite her mind screaming for her to fight it.

Kraven's strokes grew faster, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings that were more threatening than any curse. "You're going to come for me," he murmured. "You're going to scream my name and show me how much you crave this."

Aurora's eyes snapped open, a fiery determination in her gaze. She would not give him that satisfaction. Yet, the pressure building in her core was undeniable, a crescendo that she couldn't hold back much longer. Her teeth gritted against the pillow, her body trembling with the effort to resist.

But Kraven was relentless, his thumb flicking over her clit with a masterful precision that sent bolts of pleasure through her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, a storm brewing within her that threatened to break at any moment. And when it did, it would be a tempest of ecstasy that she feared would shatter her very being.

Her body began to quiver, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. Kraven's grip on her neck tightened, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly at her clit. "Do it," he growled. "Come for me."

Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth digging into the pillow as she fought against the wave of pleasure threatening to drown her. But it was no use; her body had been pushed to its limits, and the dam broke. Her back arched off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as she climaxed. The orgasm was like nothing she'd ever felt before—intense, overwhelming, and terrifying in its intensity. Her inner walls clenched around Kraven's cock, her body milking him for every drop of pleasure he could give.

Kraven's eyes glowed with triumph, his strokes growing erratic as he chased his own release. He watched Aurora's body spasm beneath him, her legs trembling, her breath ragged. The sound of her climax was music to his ears, a symphony of submission that fueled his own desire. He thrust harder, faster, his need to claim her, to mark her as his own, driving him on.

With a final, primal roar, Kraven reached his peak, his hot seed filling her. Aurora felt the warmth spread within her, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. His weight on her grew heavier, his breaths hot against her neck. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped, the two of them locked in this dance of power and passion.

Slowly, Kraven pulled out, his grip on Aurora's neck loosening. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers as he bent down to claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her submission. Aurora's hands reached up to grip his shoulders, not to push him away but to hold him closer, to anchor herself in this twisted reality where she was both the predator's prey and his willing victim.

Their kiss was a battle of wills, a silent negotiation of power that ended with Aurora's soft whimper. Kraven pulled away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He stood up, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. He grabbed the blanket from the bed, tossing it over her trembling body. "You'll stay here," he said, his voice still a low growl. "I've got some things to take

care of."

Aurora lay there, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She watched as Kraven dressed, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement. Her eyes were drawn to the scars that marred his skin, a testament to the battles he'd fought. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him, this creature of pain and anger.

He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "You're going to stay here," he said firmly, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're not going anywhere."

Aurora's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of mercy, but she found none. Instead, she saw the cold resolve of a hunter who'd captured his prize. With a sense of dread, she watched as Kraven disappeared through the glass door, leaving her alone in the stark, cold cell of a room. The rain continued to fall outside, the droplets racing down the panes like the tears she refused to shed.

Her body was a mess of bruises and throbbing pain, but the warmth of the blanket did little to comfort her. She pulled it closer, trying to shrink away from the reality of what had just transpired. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of rain-soaked earth. Despite her anger and fear, Aurora couldn't deny the lingering thrill of Kraven's dominance. It was as if he had unlocked a part of her she never knew existed—a dark, primal side that craved the very thing she despised.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the patter of rain and her own erratic breathing. Aurora's mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Why did Kraven think she was involved in his brother's kidnapping? And why did her body respond so readily to his touch, even as her mind screamed for her to resist? The thought of him returning sent a shiver down her spine, one of both fear and anticipation.

Her eyes grew heavy, and despite the ache in her body and the turmoil in her heart, Aurora couldn't fight the pull of sleep any longer. She curled up under the blanket, her bruised and sore body finding a strange comfort in the soft embrace of the bed. The rain outside lulled her into a restless slumber, the cushioned mattress a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her new life.

When she awoke, the world was bathed in a gentle glow, and the sound of water washed over her like a soothing lullaby. She was no longer lying on the bed, but instead found herself submerged in warm water that lapped at her chin, the scent of amber and vanilla filling her nose. She blinked, her eyes focusing on the figure crouched beside her. Kraven, his muscular frame relaxed, was gently sponging her clean with tender strokes.

Her body felt different—less bruised, less broken. She looked down to find the water tinted pink from the aftermath of their encounter. Kraven's touch was surprisingly gentle, his eyes focused on her with a softness she hadn't seen before. The predator had become the caretaker, a role she never would have expected from the man who had claimed her so brutally.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Kraven's gaze lifted to meet hers, his expression unreadable. "I'm taking care of what's mine," he murmured, his tone almost gentle.

Aurora felt a mix of anger and confusion boil within her. "I'm not yours," she spat, her voice filled with defiance.

Kraven's expression didn't change, his eyes remaining soft and caring as he rinsed the sponge in the water. "You are," he said firmly. "Whether you accept it or not, your fate is tied to mine now."

Aurora's eyes narrowed, her body tensing under his touch. "Why are you doing this?" she asked through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity.

"Because you need it," Kraven replied, his voice still low and gentle. "And because I want to."

Aurora's chest tightened at his words, her anger a flimsy shield against the warmth that spread through her. Despite herself, she felt a spark of something that was definitely not fear as his hands moved over her body. His touch was firm but gentle, almost loving. It was as if he was worshipping every inch of her, memorizing the contours of her flesh as if she were a sacred relic.

The water grew cooler as Kraven continued his ministrations, his gaze never leaving hers. She could see the challenge in his eyes, daring her to look away, to submit fully. But Aurora was a fighter, and she would not go quietly. Her eyes remained locked on his, her spirit refusing to be tamed.

With a final caress, Kraven pulled the plug from the tub, the water draining away with a gurgle that echoed through the room. He lifted her out, wrapping her in a soft towel, and carried her back to the bed. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, the aftermath of the intense emotional and physical ordeal making her body feel both heavy and weightless.

He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to dry her off. His touch was firm yet gentle, as if she was a fragile treasure that could shatter at any moment. Aurora's skin felt alive under his ministrations, her nerves singing with every brush of the towel. The tender care he was showing her was a stark contrast to the brutal force he had used earlier, leaving her even more confused than before.

As the last of the water was soaked up, Kraven took a step back, his eyes lingering on Aurora's naked form. She tried to cover herself, a blush rising to her cheeks, but he simply shook his head. "You don't get to be shy now," he said, his voice a gruff rumble. "You're mine to look at."

Aurora's anger flared, but she bit her tongue. She needed to stay calm, to figure out a way to escape. As Kraven turned to grab her clothes, she took the opportunity to study her surroundings. The room was sparsely furnished, the glass walls revealing the dense forest beyond. There had to be a way out, she just had to find it.

He returned with her clothes, laying them out on the bed with a sense of ownership that made her stomach twist. "Get dressed," he said, his voice still carrying that hint of gentleness. "We have things to discuss."

Aurora complied, her movements stiff and slow. As she slid into her clothes, she felt his gaze on her like a physical presence, the weight of his stare as heavy as the guilt and confusion she bore. She had to keep her wits about her, had to find a way to reason with this madman.

Once dressed, she faced Kraven, her expression a mask of defiance. "Alright, what do you want to discuss?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes still on her. "You need to understand what you've gotten yourself into," he said, his voice a low rumble. "My world isn't like yours. There are no museums, no coffee shops. It's a place of survival, where the strong rule and the weak are prey."

Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, but she kept her voice steady. "I don't want any part of your world," she said firmly. "Just let me go and I won't say a word."

Kraven chuckled, a deep, dark sound that sent chills down her spine. "You think you have a choice?" He leaned closer, his breath warm on her face. "You're mine now, Aurora. Whether you accept it or not, you're a part of this world. And if you want to see the outside of these walls again, you're going to have to accept your new role."

Her eyes searched his, desperation clutching at her heart. "What role?" Her mouth was dry as she asked the question. She just wanted to go home. She'd do what she needed to to achieve that.

Kraven stood up, his towering figure blocking the light from the windows. He moved with a grace that belied his size, his muscles rippling like the fur of the predators he so often mimicked. He didn't answer her immediately, instead he moved to a nearby table, his movements calculated. Aurora's eyes followed him, her mind racing with thoughts of escape.

"You will see, kitten," he finally said, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate through the very air around her. "Soon. But for now, we eat."

Her stomach growled in protest, a traitor to the fear that held her in its grip. Kraven's smile grew, and he turned to the tray of food that had been brought in earlier. It smelled heavenly, a mix of roasted meats and exotic spices that made her mouth water. Despite her best efforts, Aurora couldn't resist the urge to take a step closer, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the feast.

He handed her a plate, the weight of the silverware feeling oddly comforting in her hand. The food was indeed delicious, each bite a symphony of flavors that danced on her tongue. As she chewed, Aurora couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spread through her body. It started in her stomach, a gentle, soothing warmth that seemed to ease the knots of tension that had taken up residence there.

But as she took another bite, the warmth grew, morphing into something else entirely. It began to tingle, a warmth that grew into a throb, centered in her core. Aurora's chewing slowed, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. Her body was betraying her again, responding to Kraven's nearness, to the dominance that radiated from him like heat from the sun. She felt herself growing wet, her panties growing damp with arousal. It was infuriating, confusing, and...exciting.

The room grew hazy, and the next thing Aurora knew, she was face down on the table, her cheek pressed against the cool wood. Kraven's hand was in her hair, pulling her head back, his other hand holding her firmly in place against the tabletop. He was deep inside her, hips thrusting at a brutal pace. But it felt so good. So deliciously good.

Aurora's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit back a moan. How could she want this? How could she crave the very person who had taken her freedom? Yet, as she felt the warmth building inside her again, she couldn't deny the truth. Kraven had awakened something in her, something primal and wild that she didn't know existed. Every stroke of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her quiver and arch her back, silently begging for more.

Her mind was a haze of lust and confusion. Each time she regained consciousness, she found herself in a new, debauched position, with Kraven's powerful body driving into hers without mercy. The couch cushions molded to her form as he took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the delicious stretch of his thickness filling her up, over and over again.

The smell of the crackling fireplace filled her nostrils, and she felt the heat of the flames licking at her skin as she was bent over the coffee table, Kraven's hips pistoning into her. He held her in place with a firm hand on the small of her back, his teeth grazing the soft flesh of her neck. The occasional pop and crackle of the firewood seemed to punctuate every deep, animalistic thrust he made, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Aurora couldn't help but let out a whimper as Kraven's hand found her clit, rubbing it with the same relentless rhythm as his cock claimed her. It was too much, the pleasure and the fear blending together in a toxic cocktail that had her teetering on the edge of sanity. Each time she felt herself slipping over that precipice, she'd open her eyes, only to find the room spinning around her.

And then she was outside, bent over the porch railing, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The rain had stopped, but the dampness remained, adding to the erotic chill that enveloped her. The ground was a blur far below, and she could feel the dampness of the wooden railing pressing into her stomach as Kraven held her in place. His grip was firm, his hands digging into her hips as he thrust the into her with a ferocity that bordered on the violent. The wind whispered through the trees, the leaves whispering secrets that only the predators could understand.

Each bite of the steak he fed her had been a prelude to another round of passionate, claiming sex. The rich flavor of the meat seemed to intensify the haze that clouded her mind, making her want him even more. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust as he offered her another piece, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She took it greedily, the taste of him still on her tongue from their kiss.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the only constant being Kraven's powerful body dominating hers. He'd pull out of her, only to slam back in, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made her toes curl. Her legs trembled, and she clutched at the wood of the table, her nails digging into the grain. With each bite of the steak, Aurora felt her inhibitions slipping away, leaving behind only a desperate need for him.

The aphrodisiac had done its work, weaving through her system like a siren's song, making her crave Kraven's touch in a way she never thought possible. For three endless days, they were locked in a dance of passion, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time itself. Aurora's thoughts were a haze of pleasure, each thrust of his cock bringing her closer to a climax that seemed to stretch on forever.

When she finally awoke in the early dawn light, the pain that suffused her body brought with it the stark reality of her situation. She was back in her New York apartment, the soft pillows and familiar scent of home surrounding her. For a brief, hopeful moment, Aurora convinced herself that the entire ordeal had been a twisted figment of her imagination, a feverish dream born of stress and exhaustion.

But as she tried to sit up, a symphony of aches and bruises sang a mournful tune, each movement a stark reminder of Kraven's unyielding possession. The tender marks on her skin were not the tender whispers of a lover's embrace but the indelible brand of a predator staking his claim. She winced, her muscles protesting the sudden shift, and felt the sticky remnants of their passion clinging to her thighs.

Panic began to set in as Aurora's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of Kraven's presence. The sheets were tangled, the bed a battleground of passion and power. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and something...else. Something that she didn't dare to acknowledge.

With trembling hands, she reached for her phone, finding it buried beneath a pillow. The screen was cracked, but it still worked. The time read 4:33 AM. Her mind raced. How long had she been gone? What had she missed? Aurora's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and dread.

Her eyes fell upon a piece of paper on the bedside table. It was a note, scrawled in Kraven's unmistakable handwriting: "You're mine. I'll be watching." A cold shiver ran down her spine, the words a stark reminder of his dominance.

Aurora stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the previous days. She staggered to the bathroom, the cold tile floor biting at her bare feet. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face, trying to wash away the remnants of the haze that clung to her like a second skin. The cool liquid brought clarity, the reality of her situation sinking in like a lead weight.

The idea of the police flitted through her mind, a distant beacon of hope. But what would she say? How could she explain the bizarre turn her life had taken? The words caught in her throat, tangling into a knot of doubt and fear. A man she had encountered by chance in an elevator, a man who had claimed her body and soul, had returned her to her own bed with no evidence of his existence except for the marks that marred her skin and the inexplicable longing that coiled in her belly.

The rain had started again, a gentle patter against the window, a stark contrast to the storm that had ravaged her body just hours before. Aurora stepped into the shower, the hot spray washing away the grime of the past few days. Her mind reeled with the memories, a montage of pleasure and pain that played on an endless loop. Kraven's face, etched with passion and determination, filled her thoughts, his eyes glowing gold like the coins that had paid for her initial deception.

With shaking hands, Aurora applied concealer to the bruises that dotted her neck and chest, careful to cover the teeth marks that stood out like a map of their time together. She pulled on her favorite blouse, the fabric whispering over her tender skin, a gentle caress that made her flinch. The skirt she chose was loose, the fabric brushing against her thighs in a way that made her think of his rough hands. She took a deep breath, forcing the thoughts away as she applied a dash of perfume, hoping to mask the faint scent of musk and earth that lingered.

The bustle of the museum was a welcome distraction as Aurora dove into her work, her mind focused on the artifacts she had devoted her life to. Her colleagues' laughter was a soothing balm to the ache in her chest, their banter a comforting reminder of the world she knew. But even as she chuckled at their jokes and nodded along to their stories, she remained acutely aware of the weight of her secret. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall, counting down the hours until she could retreat to the sanctuary of her apartment, where she could be alone with her thoughts.

The day passed in a blur, a dance of avoiding mirrors and awkward glances. She felt the phantom touch of Kraven's hands on her skin with every brush of fabric, a ghostly echo of the passionate prison she had just escaped. Yet, as the hours ticked by, she found herself craving the very thing she feared. Her body remembered the heat of his touch, the possessive bite of his teeth, and she couldn't help but wonder when he would come for her again.

That night, Aurora lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her dreams had been plagued by Kraven's visage since that fateful day in the elevator, but she had always woken up with a mess between her legs, a silent confession of her body's traitorous desires. The embarrassment burned through her like a wildfire, leaving her feeling both ashamed and aroused. The sleeping pills she took had become a nightly ritual, a futile attempt to silence the whispers of her subconscious that beckoned for the predator's return.

But one night was different. In her haste to escape the day's memories, Aurora had forgotten the pills. As the first light of dawn kissed her room, she awoke with a start, her body feeling unusually...full. She blinked sleepily, the fog of slumber lifting from her mind. And there he was, Kraven, his dark eyes watching her intently from above, his body a mountain of muscle and sinew pressing her into the mattress.

Her heart leapt into her throat as the reality crashed down around her. The dull ache between her thighs was not a figment of her imagination but the aftermath of his nocturnal visit. His cock was still lodged inside her, thick and heavy, as if staking his claim even in her unconsciousness. Her mind reeled, trying to piece together the moments that had led to this, but the night was a black void, a silent film of stolen moments.

"Good morning, kitten," Kraven's voice rumbled, the smug satisfaction in his tone sending a shiver down her spine. His hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "I wondered how long I'd get away with this before you finally woke up while I was still in you." His eyes searched hers, a silent question lingering in the air. Did she remember? Did she know?

Aurora's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the side, trying to find any shred of dignity in the humiliating reality of her situation. Each morning she woke up with wetness between her thighs was not a wet dream. It was Kraven, the hunter, taking her body as he saw fit, even as she lay unconscious and vulnerable. The thought of his powerful form claiming her in the dark hours of the night, her body betraying her mind, filled her with a mix of horror and a confusing, unwanted arousal

.

Her cheeks flushed, Aurora felt his hand on her hip, his grip tightening as he began to move again. The sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out of her was too much to bear. She tried to clench her muscles, to push him out, but her body had other ideas. Instead, she felt herself tightening around him, her walls spasming with each thrust. Kraven's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the beast within him reveling in her unwilling response.

The horror and anger coursing through Aurora's veins mixed with a confusing cocktail of arousal. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit back a moan. The very thought of her body betraying her filled her with rage, but she couldn't deny the heat building between her legs. It was a cruel joke, one that Kraven seemed all too eager to play.

Her fists clenched in the sheets, the fabric tightening around her knuckles as she felt his cock swell within her. His movements grew more urgent, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered dark secrets of his desire. His hand slid down her side, gripping her hip with a possessive force that sent a bolt of pleasure through her core. Her body responded involuntarily, her inner walls tightening around him as she fought the wave of sensation that threatened to consume her.

Kraven's eyes gleamed with triumph, his grin wicked as he watched Aurora's face contort in a silent scream of climax. Her eyes flew open, locking onto his, the blue irises swimming with gold as he claimed his victory. His hips drove into her, each thrust a declaration of ownership, a reminder of who she belonged to. Aurora's breath came in gasps, her nails digging into the mattress as she tried to escape the pleasure that washed over her. But it was futile, the predator had her in his grasp and she was powerless to resist.

As her orgasm crested, Kraven roared his own release, his hot seed filling her to the brim. He collapsed on top of her, his heart hammering against her chest, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the early morning. Aurora's thoughts were a tumultuous storm, a whirlwind of anger, fear, and a disturbing sense of satisfaction. How could she feel this way? How could she crave the very person who had stolen her agency, who had made her a plaything in his twisted game?

After a moment, Kraven's hand fumbled at his side, pulling something out from beneath the pillow. It was a black velvet box, and the way he looked at her made Aurora's stomach drop. He offered it to her, his fingers brushing against hers as she took it, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She didn't want to open it, didn't want to accept whatever twisted token of his possession lay inside. But she had no choice.

Inside was a ring. A beautiful vintage style ring with a massive diamond that seemed to suck the light out of the room and refract it into a million tiny rainbows across Aurora's trembling hands. The band was made of some kind of dark metal, cool to the touch, with intricate etchings that looked almost animalistic. Her heart hammered in her chest as she stared at the ring, feeling the weight of his intentions pressing down on her.

"What the fuck," she managed to murmur, her voice barely above a whisper. Kraven chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, his chest moving against her with each breath.

"You're not listening, Aurora," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You owe me. You're going to give me what I lost."

Her eyes widened, the ring still clutched in her trembling hand. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.

"My brother," Kraven said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "You were there when he was taken. You're the reason I couldn't save him. You're going to give me a new family, Aurora."

Aurora felt a cold chill run through her, understanding finally dawning on her. "You're insane," she spat out, her voice trembling. "I'm not going to marry you. I'm not going to give you anything!"

Kraven's smirk grew, his eyes dark with a mix of amusement and challenge. "You already have," he said, his voice a low purr that sent another shiver down her spine. "You see, kitten, I didn't just fuck you. I bred you. And now, you carry my child."

Aurora's eyes widened in horror, her hand flying to her stomach. It couldn't be true. Yet, deep down, she knew it was. The way her body had reacted to him, the way she had felt different, more...alive. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer, and she felt the world tilt on its axis. Kraven watched her with a sense of satisfaction that made her want to claw his eyes out.

"Wear the ring, Aurora," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "You'll start showing soon."

[notforyounorme]

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[vertigoartgore]

1987's Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man Vol.1 #131 page 1 by Mike Zeck & Bob McLeod (pencils coming from the epic collection).

[c0ry-c0nvoluted]

These SPIDER-MAN: LOST HUNT covers from Ryan Brown... 👀👀👀

[inklore]

listen me and kraven both have daddy issues and are feral we belong together ok i swear i know him!!! trust me!!! 😖

[shironezuninja]

The Turtles who raised me with their Pop Culture quips, had more passion in their voices than Tobey’s Spidey.

[sassy466]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Animal Instinct

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, violence, and dark elements

My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: Your love of animal attracts a new type of beast. 

Character: Kraven the Hunter

Dedicated to my dear @honeybee-reads

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Barley is at your heels as you throw out a handful of peanuts into the grass. The squirrels scale down the trees and the crows plunge down to steal a few for themselves. Chipmunks pop up from their burrows and cluster around the next scatter you toss. There are a few brave enough to come up and claim a shell directly from your hand. 

You watch the critters for a while then grab the bag of seed to fill the feeder. You pour into the opening in the top of the house-shaped trough. A rush of feathers and tweets comes in response and you back up to watch the birds eat. 

Your life is simple. Quiet. And small. It’s just you, your dog, Barley, and whatever other creatures wander this far out. 

You sit on the steps and scratch Barley’s head. You’re startled as he pops up onto all fours and bounds across the yard. You call after him but he doesn’t respond. 

He stops, fixated on the brush. Even in the morning light, there are pockets of shadow nestled between the leaves and branches. You call him again, even whistle, but he just stands and stares. His ears are back, his tail low. There’s hardly a moment when he isn’t wagging incessantly. 

The hair on the back of your neck stands up. He’s never done that. Not even when that coyote showed up by the fire one night. He usually tries to play with anything he finds. 

You get up and look around. You grab the garden shove and slowly approach the brown labrador. His nose is sniffing, his head moving subtly, as he stares into the bushes. 

You peer out but don’t see much. There’s a waft of pine and dirt but nothing else. Your nose isn’t as strong as his. 

“Bar,” you touch his head and he flinches, stamping his feet, then spins and wiggles his butt happily as if he hadn’t noticed you. 

You scratch behind his ear and turn back, commanding him back to the house. He looks off again into the woods before he obeys. You walk together to the back porch. You notice then how the birds and squirrels and all have disappeared; the feeder is still full and some peanuts still litter the grass. 

As you go inside, you realize you still have the shovel in hand. You don’t know what you expected to ward off with it. You put it on the ledge of the kitchen window. You try to shake off the strange feeling gnawing at you. 

When you looked into the trees, you saw nothing, but you felt something. Like you were seen by whatever you could not spot. Barley pushes his cold nose into your palm. You stroke his nose as much to comfort yourself as him. 

You distract yourself with your usual chores. You feed Barley and yourself. You sit and eat at the table. Then you wash the dishes and put them away. You sweep up the dirt you tracked in then hunker down to read. 

You get through half a chapter before you grow restless. Barley’s tapping around the kitchen, no doubt looking for stray morsels. You go out to put the kettle on and let him into the back. You can see him through the back window. Besides he doesn’t go very far. 

You watch him pee and circle around the grass. You set the kettle on the burner but keep from turning it on. You look back to the window as Barley hurdles towards the trees barking. 

“Woah!” You race to the back door. 

You stagger out to catch him but he’s gone before you’re halfway to the trees. You stop before them, breathless. You shout for him, whistle for him. You plunge through the bushes only to be flung back. The hand on your throat sends you sprawling across the grass. 

You hit your ass and whimper as the pang in your tailbone tingles to your toes. You prop yourself up on your elbows and gape at the man standing before you. His dark hair is filthy, his beard and face too. He looks feral as his blue eyes glimmer at you and his fists ball tightly as he growls. 

He steps closer and you push yourself back with your heels and hands. You have no chance to wonder how he got there or why he’s there. He lunges on you and you cry out. 

“Ah, please,” you whine. 

His hand covers your mouth and he snarls again. You stare up at him, horrified as he straddles you between his knees. He tilts his head, his lip curling like predator before a feast. Shanks of his dusty brown hair fall forward and shadow his features. 

He reaches back and dislodges something from the back of his belt. He raises the knife with the hooked tip and you writhe as you clasp onto his wrist. He aims it at you and swings it down. He stops it just above your cheek and hushes you. 

You quiet and blink as your eyes gloss with terror. He pokes you lightly with the blade and peels his hand from your mouth. You lay paralysed on the grass, your body locked up with fear. He drags the blade along your jaw and throat. 

He bears his teeth as he trails down your chest and snags the top of your shirt. He cuts through the fabric, backing up as he rents it open to the hem. He comes to rest above your pelvis as your breaths turn shallow and rampant. 

He uses the knife to push aside the shorn fabric and his eyes drink in the sight of your torso. He slips the blade beneath the front of your bra and snaps it easily. You curl your fingers into the dirt, crushing strands of grass, as he bends over you. 

His nose touches yours and he growls again. He nuzzles you roughly then pinches your lower lip between his teeth. You quiver as he nipples on it then proceeds to drag his nose down your chin. He retraces the path along your throat and curls his shoulders as he gropes one side of your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. 

Your cheeks wet as your fear spills over. He kneads your flesh, suckling and teething, snarling as the pressure plucks inside of you. He inhales, as if smelling you as much as tasting you. 

His hand crawls down your stomach as his other comes up to press the knife against your neck. You flatten yourself as much as you can. He picks at the laces of your drawstring pants. He tugs and rolls them down as he lifts himself on his knees. 

He shoves his hand between your thighs. You whimper but don’t resist. You’re too confused to do anything but let him. He swipes two fingers along the crease of your lips then delves between them. You squeak in surprise as he flicks over your clit. He swirls around it until you quake even harder. 

He sits back on his heels and watches himself place with you. He drags the knife down to trace lazily around your tits as he rubs between your folds. You slicken at his unwelcome touch. Shame speckles across your flesh. 

He pushes his hand further back and bends his fingers. He dips inside of you and you croak. You seal your lips and turn your face away. He slips in and out, as if exploring you, seeing how much he can do. 

He turns the knife in his hand and holds it flat over your stomach. He slowly pulls his fingers free and wipes your juices along your thigh. He bunches your pants at your knees and hooks his arm around your legs. He bends them as high as he can and lets them rest against his shoulder as he repositions himself. 

He leans on you as he unloops his arm from your legs. He reaches behind them and shifts on his knees. You close your eyes and dig your fingertips into the dirt. 

He growls again and he brings the swollen head of his dick along the back of your thigh. He brushes it up and down, smearing precum along your skin. He teases you with it until you’re whining and wriggling. 

He angles down and puts his tip against your thighs. Your legs part just enough for him to dip between. He uses his thump to push himself against your cunt. He stretches you around him, just an inch inside, and he takes a breath. He groans and brings his hand around to splay across your soft stomach. 

Your legs bend slightly, your feet just above his shoulder. You brace yourself and heave. You choke on your sobs as he forces your legs up even further. He snaps his hips and impales you in a single thrust. You shriek and arch your back, reaching to touch his hip. Ow. 

He snarls and does it again, lingering deep in you as he wiggles, testing your limit. You weep and latch onto the top of his slack pants. You shudder and dare to look at him, your lashes webbed with teardrops. 

“Please,” you beg. 

He ruts again and your voice evaporates. His eyes dilate, black almost to the rims, and he pounds into you with his long, punctuated strokes. Snap, snap, snap. Each thrust crushes you further into the dirt as he folds your legs higher and higher. 

You dig your nails into his forearm and bite your tongue. The pain is excruciating, but what’s worse, is that it doesn’t all hurt. As your body slowly awakens, responding to the rare touch, to his proximity, there’s worse than the physical invasion.  

There’s shame. There’s the awareness of everything single detail of your body and his. There’s the battle of pain and pleasure. Of you and him. And as you long for him to stop, you want just as badly for him to keep going. 

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Not me already starting to write scenes for Kraven while waiting for the movie 🤡

[doctorslippery]

(via Rip Jagger's Dojo: Black Widow - Going Out West!)

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