Impurity

A man stalked through the woods with a crude spear in his hands, his bare feet silent as they touched the forest floor. He was clad in sparse leathers, showing off a hairy, muscular torso, his beard and hair just as unruly. Despite his brutish appearance, his eyes held a glitter of cleverness as he crept about.

My ears raised as I watched the man stop to crouch, his hand dragging through the fallen leaves. “So all of your ancestors lived like this?”

“Yep,” Anon replied.

I leaned forward a little, intrigued as the caveman on the television continued deeper into the forest. Anon– my boyfriend– grasped my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, my heart warming at the sweet gesture.

We were at his apartment watching TV together, flipping through channels for something interesting. The one currently playing seemed to be an old episode detailing human beginnings, along with the various trials they had to undergo to survive.

I eyed the caveman’s clothing for the umpteenth time. “So everyone wore hides?”

Anon nodded. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Same reason we wear clothes, babe. It kept us warm, kept the sun off of us, and stopped our nads from flopping about.”

I cringed. “But animal skins? Why not reeds or fiber? That’s what my ancestors did.”

It just seemed… unhygienic, to wear a carcass. I understand that humans aren’t caprines, and that they eat meat, but to wear their prey’s dead bodies as clothing? Not even carnivores did that back then.

Anon smiled. “We did that too, but this is way, way back when. We only just figured out how to light fires by this point in our history.” He pointed at the caveman. “See how sh– crappy his clothes are? That’s because we barely knew how to sew stuff together. We couldn’t use fiber because we didn’t even know it could be used like that.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I conceded. “Still gross.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, we weren’t clean back then. That guy probably has fleas and ticks all over him. But, it was better than nothing.”

Once again I was reminded that humans don’t have a pelt of their own to protect them. Anon always complained about it being too cold at my place and spent most of his time under a blanket or in a sweater while visiting. Watching the caveman’s soft skin scrape against branches and bushes made me grateful for the wool shrouding me.

It was so strange. Humans, by all means, should have been born herbivores. They had no hide to shield themselves, no claws to fight with, and no fangs to devour, yet they consumed meat all the same. They had to struggle so hard just to do what others could do. It was as if God made them to suffer.

Unable to stop myself, I decided to ask. “How come humans eat meat?”

“What do you mean?”

“How come he’s hunting?” I questioned. “Wouldn’t it be easier to forage for fruit or nuts?”

“We didn’t always have the option, Opal. Food wouldn’t grow during the winter or droughts.”

“Then why not travel? That’s what sheep did whenever the fields were bare. We would move to new places and forage there.”

“We did, we travelled a lot. But that didn’t mean we could always find stuff to eat, and when your kids are getting hungry, well,” he gestured to the television. “We went on a hunt.”

I frowned. “That’s so dangerous, though.”

“We did what we had to. Besides, hunting was really profitable. If he manages to catch some food like a deer, then not only does his whole family get to eat for a few days, but they can make more clothing.”

“For a few days? Wouldn’t the meat spoil?”

“That’s why we cooked it,” he said, smiling. “We can’t eat raw meat, honey.”

Oh, right. “If your ancestors had to hunt, then why don’t you have claws, or sharp teeth?”

“We didn’t need them. See that spear? It looks like garbage, but that’s a hundred times better than teeth and claws.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

I pressed my lips together, turning back to the television. Some time passed, the narrator droning on as the ancient human crept up on an unsuspecting deer foraging for food. The man eyed his target, and slowly raising his spear above his head, threw it right for the deer.

My eyes widened as the shot hit with near perfect accuracy. “What, no way!” I said as the deer crumpled. “He couldn’t make that shot. That’s impossible.”

“It is,” Anon said, a smug grin on his face. “That’s why we didn’t need claws. We could hunt prey without having to fight for it.”

“There’s no way he could’ve made that shot and killed it, though. There’s just no way.”

Throwing a spear over your head, strong enough to kill and aiming for just the right spot? Please. Nobody in my college’s sports team could make a throw that good, and somehow this caveman who barely knows how to weave could?

Anon just shook his head at me like I was being silly. “Humans have really good hand-eye coordination. The Greeks used to make a sport out of it, throwing javelins or balls at things as a show of marksmanship.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, taking my phone out to check for myself. Unbelievably, he was right. There were even humans that still competed to this day. “What? That’s crazy,” I said, watching a video of a man hurling a javelin for what seemed like miles.

“See? That’s how we hunted back then. It kept us from getting hurt and used less energy than fighting or pouncing would.”

I shook my head, putting my phone in my lap. “This video was in an open field, though. That caveman is in the woods.”

“That’s why he had to be sneaky and get up close,” Anon said. “Also this is fake, so of course he wasn’t going to hit a tree.”

I giggled. “That’s true. So did every human hunt this way?”

“When we could, but we had an even better way of hunting that this doesn’t show.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. You remember that I sweat, right?”

“Yeah. You always stink when you do.”

He chuckled, ruffling the wool on my head. “Quiet. Anyway, do you know why?”

“It cools you down.”

“Yep. And that’s because we used to run down our prey.”

I blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean? You aren’t fast at all.”

He really wasn’t. I could outsprint him easily, and I was never particularly athletic. Sheep aren’t known for being fast on our feet.

“Oh, sure, you could outrun any human that wasn’t an Olympic sprinter. But I’m not talking about speed. I’m talking about running. Really running.” He gestured to the screen again. “Back when we first started as a species, we didn’t live in dense forests like that. We lived in Africa.”

Humans lived in Africa? “Isn’t that mostly desert and jungle?”

“Yeah, but there was also savannah, and in the savannah, we thrived. Nothing but flat, empty plains full of antelope and gazelle. Perfect hunting grounds.”

“That doesn’t make sense. You wouldn’t be able to sneak up on gazelle in empty fields. They’d see you before you could throw your spear.”

“That’s true, so we gave up being stealthy. Instead, we chased them, and we kept chasing them until they fell over from exhaustion.”

I opened my mouth to decry that claim, but the dots in my head connected. “That’s why you don’t have any fur, and why you sweat.”

He grinned. “Yep. No fur means we were much cooler than everyone else, and sweating meant we could run without collapsing from heatstroke.”

My eyes widened. “And because you were in open plains, they couldn’t hide from you. You didn’t need to catch them, you just had to outlast them.”

“Bingo. Now you’re getting it.”

I nodded slowly, Anon and I turning back to the TV. I didn’t pay attention to anything on screen, the images rushing past my eyes. Something about that hunting method was… very disquieting.

A shiver came over me, my heart speeding a little. It was like a real life horror movie. No matter how fast you were, it didn’t matter. If you ran out of sight, they would track your footprints. If you tried to rest, they would catch you. If you tried to eat or drink, they’d only get closer. No matter what you did they would eventually close in, and then…

I swallowed, suddenly aware of the fact I had been dating a predator for months without realizing it. I wasn’t one to discriminate, far from it! Even so, carnivores were pretty intimidating. There was always the occasional news story about a carnivore losing their temper and mauling someone. Never to death, thank the Lord, but that didn’t make it a good thing. They could lose control, and when they did people got hurt.

I glanced at Anon’s hands, seeing familiar blunt nails. He didn’t need claws, or sharp teeth. He didn’t need powerful muscles or camouflage. Humans didn’t need any of the weapons that carnivores had, and yet they were still just as proficient, if not more so.

“Anon,” I said quietly. “Did humans hunt sheep?”

He glanced at me. “Sheep?”

“Y-yeah.”

My boyfriend shrugged. “Maybe. I wouldn’t doubt it, we hunted a lot of things. We hunted mammoths to extinction back when we were still chucking spears.”

“Oh.” I wiggled in place. “Weren’t you shepherds, though?”

Jesus was a shepherd. He was the Lamb, the defender of his flock. He guided his followers, he didn’t devour them.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” Anon said, making me untense. “We raised sheep and stuff for wool and milk.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” I breathed in. “That’s good.”

Anon eyed me. “You’re scared I’m gonna eat you.”

“What? Of course not.”

“You are too. You got scared from hearing about how humans hunted in the past, didn’t you?”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“Quit teasing me!”

Anon laughed, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. I pouted, squeezing back. “You’re mean.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who thought their boyfriend was gonna eat them. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

A wave of guilt surged in my breast. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

He patted my thigh. “It’s fine, I thought it was funny. Well, not really, since you were scared, but you don’t have anything to be afraid of anyway. I won’t hurt you.”

I nodded. “I know you won’t.”

“No, I mean I really won’t hurt you.” He jabbed a thumb at himself. “Humans might be predators, sure, but we’re not like cats or dogs that chase stuff whenever it runs. We’re always in control of our instincts, even when we’re feral and throwing rocks at stuff.”

I gazed up at him. “You are?”

That was a little hard to believe. Most people weren’t in full control of their instincts. I know my little brother still freezes up when he hears loud noises. Even I do, at times.

“Yep,” he assured. “Humans were prey too, you know. We had to know when to run and when to fight, and that meant being in control of ourselves. Threat assessment was crucial for survival.” He grinned. “Sometimes we’d get scared enough to run screaming, but when we wanted to fight? We didn’t jump in without a plan in mind. We’d get beaten up otherwise.”

That… made a bit of sense. I chuckled to myself. We’ve been dating for months, if he wasn’t in control, then I would’ve been hurt long ago. “I’m sorry. I try to be accepting, but it’s a little scary sometimes. I didn’t know you were a predatory species.”

He smiled awkwardly. “Most people don’t. A few of my buddies started treating me differently once they figured it out.”

Now the guilt really piled on. “I’m really sorry. I won’t treat you any different, I promise.”

“I know you won’t. You’re too sweet.” He placed a chaste kiss onto my head. “Now let’s get back to watching this doofus tromp about.”

I nodded, leaning my head onto his shoulder. This was certainly an enlightening night. Humans are really interesting.

Once again, I found it hard to focus on the show, Anon’s words repeating themselves. Always in control. Humans only hunted when they wanted to, not because of ancient embedded instincts. It was reassuring to know that he would never accidentally hurt me.

I glanced at him. What would it take to make him lose control, though? He mentioned fear, but everyone had that, even carnivores. Wrath? Starvation, maybe?

…Excitement?

I flushed at the thought, feeling dirty. Anon wasn’t lustful like that. Our relationship was wholesome.
Still. Would he… Could he be seduced to lose control of himself? To let his instincts take over? Angels could be, according to the old tales in the Bible. The sons of God were stricken by the beauty of the daughters of men, and their couplings produced the giants, one of whom was Goliath. If divine angels could be seduced, then surely…?

No. No, those were sinful thoughts. We agreed to wait until marriage, if and when that happened.

It was just a curiosity. A daydream.

I took a breath and focused back on the television, trying to ignore the heat in my belly.

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I’m running late, I’m running late.

I brushed my wool again and again, trying to shape it to that perfect level of poofiness. Once it was finally to acceptable levels, I began to apply some makeup, making absolutely sure I didn’t flub anything.

Brushing my teeth and adding a dab of perfume to my neck, I double checked myself in the mirror. Black skin and white wool were clear of any imperfections, soft as silk. A little eyeliner accentuated my eyes greatly, drawing attention to the characteristic pupils all caprines shared. Clothed in a flowing white dress, I certainly made for a striking image.

I flashed a smile, proud of myself. Exiting the bathroom, I gathered my things, slinging my purse over my shoulder and leaving my apartment.

Sure as the sunrise, my boyfriend’s car was waiting by the curb, thrumming with the bass of whatever song he was playing. “I’m sorry,” I said as I pulled open the door and got in. “I lost track of time.”

He turned down the music. “It’s fine. I was only waiting forever.”

“You’re supposed to say ‘it’s okay,’ Anon.”

“Whoops.” He shifted out of parking, the car beginning to roll down the street. “I forgot.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, taking a moment to appreciate him. He was in a nice black shirt that was snug enough to show his form a bit, his face and hair clean and well-groomed. He always said he couldn’t be bothered to put effort into his appearance, but I personally hadn’t seen it that way. Anon always looked his best around me, and it made me love him all the more.

Streets and buildings passed us by as we went. “Where are you taking us? The field you found?”

“Yep,” he confirmed. “It’s just a short walk from the parking spot I found. Should be maybe a half-hour drive.”

“You brought sandwiches, right?”

“Yuh-huh. I even made a few wraps if you’re interested. They have onions and tomatoes, too.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I’m sure they’ll be great.”

Anon wanted to take me on a picnic today, his treat. I haven’t been to a picnic in ages, not since I was just a little girl, so I was pretty excited for it. From what he described, the place he was taking us to was a large open field of grass with some sparse trees. A perfect location for a calm spring date.

The roads were clear for the most part, so it didn’t take long for us to exit town, buildings replaced by sprawling farms, urban becoming rural. The drive was quiet for the most part, occasionally interspersed with small talk between us. Eventually, we turned onto a gravel road, following it until it ended abruptly.

Setting the car into park, Anon unfastened his seatbelt. “Alright, we’re here.”

Opening the door, I stepped out, my boyfriend lifting the trunk and putting on a backpack and grabbing a small cooler. Shutting it and locking the car, he turned away from it, facing an open, flat plain. “This is it?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure nobody owns this, so we can go as far as we want.”

I smiled, reaching for his hand. He gave me a squeeze, the two of us beginning to trek through the field. Still early in the season, the grass only reached our shins, making for an easy journey. The air was cool with a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of humidity, the sun brushing across us amongst the cloudy sky. Breathing deep the scent of dew and grass, I knew this would be a perfect date.

Anon slowed. “Alright, this should be far enough.”

I glanced behind us, his car still close by. “Can we go further?”

He glanced at me, giving me a smile. “Sure, sweetie. Take us as far as you want.”

I grinned, pulling him deeper into the plain, his car getting farther and farther away. Eventually we went so far it was barely a speck on the horizon, leaving nothing but grass and the occasional tree as far as the eye could see. The picturesque scene made my belly fill with butterflies.

Satisfied, I let go of his hand. “Alright.”

Anon nodded, dropping his backpack and beginning to unpack it. Laying out a large blanket, he set out the food, organizing it in little piles. Placing the cooler in an empty spot, he took a seat, reaching into his bag for a pair of plates and some napkins for us to use.

He beckoned me forth. “C’mere, hun.”

I obliged, taking a seat right beside him. Grabbing one of the plates, I grabbed a sandwich and a wrap, Anon opening the cooler and handing me a can of sweet tea. “Thank you,” I said, freeing the food from the baggies.

“There’s water in there too, so feel free to grab what you want. Same with the food, eat as much as you want honey. Plenty to go around.”

I nodded, eagerly biting into a wrap. Flavor assaulted my taste buds in a delectable frenzy, the sharp, bitter taste of onion and savory twang of tomato coaxing a pleased moan from me. Crunchy, flavorful, perfect. “So good…”

“Glad you like it,” Anon said, biting into a sandwich. “Took a lot of tries to get those properly folded and cut without ruining them. It’s harder than it looks to make a good sandwich.”

“How long did it take?”

“A couple hours. I had to watch a video and everything.” He admired the sandwich in his hand. “Cooking really is an artform once you rip away the instant packaging and pre-made garbage. Making a good meal from scratch is like trying to paint something from memory, except you eat the painting afterwards, and it tastes worse the more you suck.”

A laugh bubbled in my chest. “At least you got to eat the ones you messed up.”

“That I did.”

I cracked open the can of tea, taking a sip. “Cooking is a good skill to have, especially since you have to for most meals. Now that I mention it, how come you have to cook your food?”

My boyfriend hummed. “Well, we don’t strictly have to cook vegetables like potatoes or carrots. We could eat them raw if we had to, but that might give us indigestion, so it’s safer to boil or roast them. Our stomachs aren’t really built for raw food.”

“Why? Everybody else can eat raw food, so why not humans?”

He shrugged. “I think it has to do with us discovering fire. Once we learned how to cook food, we kept doing it since it made the food better, and since we stopped eating things raw we lost the ability to process it. Fossils show our jaws got smaller over time, since we didn’t need to crunch into food so hard.”

That seemed to make a bit of sense. Humans discovering the gift of fire was the moment everyone went from savages to civilized, once they spread their knowledge to the other sapients. Because of that, humans have been the cultural icons of invention and creativity for millenia, often to the point of stereotyping. “Isn’t that why you had to have your teeth removed?”

Anon’s eyes brightened with recognition. “Ah, my wisdoms. Yeah, that’s why.”

Removing four molars seemed like a terrible thing to do, but for humans it was often necessary. I smiled at the memory of him tripping over himself due to the pain medication. Hand feeding him sherbert ice cream was a treat. “Do you think that if the other species stopped eating raw foods, they would change like that too?”

“Oh for sure. I still find it crazy that nobody else has dropped it entirely.”

“Raw vegetables and fruits have an appeal to them,” I reasoned. “Cooked food is great, but it lacks a lot of the heartiness raw food has.”

“I mean, yeah, I imagine biting into a raw potato is great if you like the heartiness of clay.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.”

He shook his head. “I went through all the effort of making you those wraps and you would rather eat a head of cabbage.”

“I never said that.”

“You see, this is why support groups for people like me exist. It’s high time I contact one and report you for domestic violence.”

“Stop!”

Anon laughed, reaching around my shoulders and pulling me into him. I gasped as he manhandled me, my face pressed into his side, a heady mix of deodorant and musk filling my nose. My muscles weakened on reflex, heat spreading through my belly all the way to my cheeks.

I fidgeted in his grip, but didn’t move away. “You like to jog, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“How long do you think you could run for?”

He hummed. “I can go for about an hour before I start getting tired enough to want to take a break. It depends on the weather, really. Hot days are difficult to jog.”

Wow. “Today’s pretty cool.”

“That it is.” Anon gazed across the field, watching the grass shift and sway with the wind. “This is nice. It’s good to slow down and just watch nature every once in a while. It’s so easy to forget how pretty the simpler things are.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath, my stomach warming at the masculine scent. I was caught between snuggling deeper into his warmth and watching the clouds drift by, or getting up and dancing with glee. Energy sparked across my skin similar to a caffeine rush, excitement making my limbs shift and squirm.

Anon noticed it with how close we were. “Am I smothering you?”

“No,” I quickly said. “I’m just really happy.”

A smile spread across his face, one I recognized because it appeared whenever I did something he considered adorkable. “Got the jitters, huh? Wanna get up and do something then?”

I swallowed. “What did you have in mind?”

“I dunno.” My boyfriend’s lips pursed in thought. “We could do some stretches together, those can be nice. Or maybe do a little run, since there’s so much space.”

“A run sounds nice,” I said, standing up. “Let’s do that.”

“Okay.” Anon stood, stretching his back. “I’ll be right beside you.”

I nodded, picking a direction and beginning to jog, my hooves digging into the grassy soil and carrying me forward. Anon, true to his word, stayed by my side the whole time, neither moving forward nor falling behind.

Wind blew past, sliding past my skin and wool like a gentle caress. Grass tickled my legs as we ran, a soft cushion against the warm ground. The sound of crickets and birds filled my ears as the comforting rays of the sun above washed over me, the scent of flora and nature everywhere.

My heart sped, and I picked up some speed. Anon was right there with me, tranquil as a pond.

Getting a little closer, I once again went a little faster, this time putting myself in front of him. Anon chuckled behind me. “Want to lead, huh?”

I didn’t respond, my face heating up. I could hear him right behind me, his footfalls much heavier than mine, stronger. His breaths were deep, powerful lungs taking in greedy gulps of air as he ran. I could just barely make out his shadow looming over me.

Reaching down, I grabbed my dress, bunching it up until it was above my knees. It made it easier to run, no longer hindering my movements, and so I began to go faster. He kept up pace easily.

I balled the dress up further, now reaching my thighs. “Opal?” Anon said behind me. “Don’t you wanna slow down a little?”

I smiled, my cheeks blazing. My skirt rode up a little higher, and when a breeze came by, it flipped upward, flashing my behind for a moment. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Anon was blatantly leering, his eyebrows raised.

That was a sin. I shouldn’t have done that. It was dirty.

My heart pounded, and I picked up even more speed. The little picnic we set up was getting further and further away, and so was the car we came in. There was nothing but us and the field, now. Gripping my dress, I drew it up further, revealing nearly all of my legs, my bottom just barely hidden.

I bunched my dress up in one hand, exposing myself. With my free hand, I pulled the strap of my panties down enough for my butt to be uncovered, before snapping them back up right after.

Anon’s eyes were dark. I grinned, my heart soaring.

Breaking into a full sprint, I ran, my legs carrying me with speed belying my delicate frame. My boyfriend called my name behind me, but I did not heed it, continuing to run away from him until my lungs and limbs burned. I only glanced back when he stopped calling, my stomach flipping as he continued to run for me.

Beaming, I pulled my dress up and exposed myself again, my tail wiggling as I taunted the predator chasing me. Putting a little extra sway into my hips, I showed myself off, my face alight with embarrassment and excitement. He could do nothing but watch as I got further and further away, until he was little more than a figure in the distance.

Soon, I could no longer keep up the pace I was going, and I had to slow down. A stitch had built in my side as I went, and now that I had eased the pressure, it was growing worse. My legs were starting to feel the toll as well, and so I slowed further.

My arms and legs shook as I fell into a lethargic jog, my chest heaving with effort. I wanted nothing more than to stop, but I did not, continuing to run forward. I slowed more and more until I was hardly able to run at all, my steps sloppy and uneven. My body was uncomfortably hot, the once gentle sun now a desolate orb of Hell that seared upon me.

Glancing behind me, I could see Anon, continuing to run towards me. He was not sprinting for me, but instead going at his own pace. Slowly but surely encroaching.

The sight invigorated me, and I pressed onward, mustering more strength and energy. Yet, every time I looked back, I swore he was a little bit nearer.

It was during one such look that I tripped on a rock, falling flat on my face. Panic consumed me, and I scrambled up, slipping on the grass and falling once more. By the time I got back on my feet and continued, Anon was much closer.

My stomach and limbs trembled, my lungs strained to the point of breaking as I desperately gasped and heaved, the pain in my side nearly unbearable. Thick saliva pooled in my mouth, and I struggled not to collapse in a heap, knowing that if I did, it would be over.

But, all things ended, and I eventually ran out of energy, falling to my hands and knees. Even keeping myself off the ground was an effort, my limbs shaking as they held me up. My vision was filled with spots, my heart pounding faster than ever. Ringing filled my ears, but over the din, I could hear footsteps getting closer.

I screamed in terror, lunging forward as he grabbed my ankle. The last ditch effort to escape did nothing, and I was dragged across the ground, quickly pinned by the larger male.

The stink of sweat and hormones filled my sinuses like a thick fog, and my loins trembled at the low groan that left his throat as he pressed his body against mine. My knees knocked together as I squirmed pitifully under him, barely able to nudge beneath his weight.

A scream left me again as I felt sharp canines drag across my jugular, my heart slamming in my chest as a burst of adrenaline washed away exhaustion. I fought and struggled fiercely, escaping his grip for a moment, before being tackled back to the grass. I could feel him groping me through my clothes, his fingers catching onto the fabric.

Tears filled my eyes as strong hands tore at my dress, ripping it apart, the garment pulling at my body painfully. I kicked and fought, but it was for naught, my tormentor avoiding my blows as I was stripped of dignity. Once my dress was little more than rags, I heard his belt click, my stomach plummeting at the sound.

I froze up as something hard pressed into my ass. That moment was all it took for him to tear off my underwear, my sex rendered vulnerable. Shoving his weight into me, the predator brought himself into position, his tip prodding my entrance.

“No!” I begged, shaking my head. “Don’t!”

He growled, dropping his weight onto me. A shriek left my lungs as I felt his girth split me apart, his manhood forcing my virgin walls aside with ease. I struggled, but he quickly wrapped his arms around my neck and head, ensuring I was unable to escape. Tears rolled down my eyes at the searing pain in my core, his throbbing member sending sparks across my skin as he slotted his hips against my behind.

It was too much, and I went limp, defeated. He did not waste a moment.

Thrusting down, he began to rape me, his hips bouncing against mine roughly. Again and again his manhood pillaged my purity, electric shocks of pleasure racing through my spine as he did. I could do nothing to stop it, unable to do anything but shout and cry as I was violated.

It was painful. So painful. Every inch of my sore, tired body was at his mercy, and he relished it. Heavy, hot groans filled my ears as he took me, his arms tightening around my head. The sickening song of my defilement filled the plain, his hips clapping against my ass with every brutal hump.

“Please stop! No more!” I cried, my voice hoarse and airless.

Nobody answered my pleas, instead he grew more incensed, his thrusts becoming more powerful. I could feel his manhood wedging into my folds, shattering my brain with an onslaught of pain and pleasure. My vision blackened repeatedly, my overwhelmed mind flowing in and out of consciousness. My rape was as endless as the dunes of grass surrounding us.

A strangled moan left me, my maidenhood squeezing harshly as sin seeped from my loins and onto the ground. Pleasure wracked my soul, steeping it in the vile mud of depravity, forever staining. My body shook tremendously as the climax went on for ages, all the while the man defiling me continued to take his pleasure.

Teeth snagged around my soft, tender neck again, just enough to be a little painful. I barely heard my name be muttered by soft lips, waves of heat filling my belly.

I instinctively knew what was happening, and I cried out tearfully as Anon inseminated me. His member pulsed inside of me for hours, each time spreading more of that tender warmth. My crotch grew slick with his seed and my sin, every pump breaking me further.

A distant part of me feebly celebrated as he fertilized me. This was nature. It was nature in its purest, rawest form.

Finally, he went still, laying across my back, his cock throbbing a few more times. It was over.

I struggled to catch my breath, trembling underneath Anon. The world continued spinning as if nothing had happened, the grass still swaying beneath the breeze. Clouds circled overhead as birds sang, everything peaceful and quiet.

My eyelids were leaden weights, and my vision was blurry with tears and black spots. Heat emanated from my belly, soothing the terrible ache in my limbs and calming my erratic heartbeat. The ragged breaths of my lover washed across my neck, the sound grounding, making me slowly relax.

Soft grass and gentle, flowing winds lulled my eyes to close, the strong weight draped over my back assuring me more than any prayer.

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The ride home was awkward.

I stared out the window, the dark shapes of buildings flitting by. By the time we woke up it was already nightfall, and we had to spend an hour and a half just finding our way back to the picnic we left behind. All the while I was almost completely naked, my modesty kept only by Anon’s shirt and the blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

Once again, I had to restrain myself from shoving my nose into it and inhaling, my core trembling with lust. Just the mere thought of him made me want to return to that field, to run and run and run until he caught me and we partook in our debauched dance again and again. Only the remnants of my shame kept me from doing so.

I glanced at my boyfriend, who stared at the road like his life depended on it. Neither of us had said a word, silently gathering our things and then getting back in the car. What were we even going to say?

I glanced away, placing a trembling hand on my belly. He planted his seed. It was only natural, of course. Sex was the natural outcome of any relationship, and a child was the natural outcome of sex. I never took birth control, as it was sacrilege to deny life a chance. He did the right thing when he filled my womb, as did I when I accepted his gift.

Sex outside of marriage, however, was very, very wrong.

I buried my face in my hands, my ears spinning as heat spread across my neck and face. We agreed to only mate after our nuptial night, and despite this, I swayed my hips and debased myself like a whore for him in the wilderness. Encouraging him to chase me down and claim me not as his wife, but as his bitch. O, have mercy, Lord…

Soon enough, the awful ride home was over, and Anon pulled over to my apartment block. We exited the car, my boyfriend keeping close as we walked through the thankfully quiet building, shielding me from view with his body. The gesture made me smile, however little it actually did.

Finally, I stood outside my home, my shaking hands struggling to unlock the door. I pushed it open, breathing a sigh of relief as I stepped inside. What a day…

I glanced at the doorway, seeing Anon had not entered. He couldn’t meet my eyes, his face redder than I’ve ever seen it. “So, uh…”

I tried to give him a reassuring smile. “It… was a fun date! I ahh, enjoyed myself… a lot…” I cringed. Oh, why did I say that….

Anon fidgeted. “I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

“Nonono,” I assured, waving my hands. “You did perfectly! N-not when you were taking me, I mean.” The statement sat in the air for a bit, and I flushed. “I mean, you performed your duties excellently! I was very satisfied!” Another pause. “Um. I-I meant–”

He chuckled as I dug myself deeper. “I think I get it, Opal. You don’t have to keep going.”

I sighed explosively. “I’m so sorry.” Tears blurred my vision. “You must think I’m so disgusting.”

“No, of course not,” he said, gently wrapping his arms around me. “It’s just a little surprising is all. I didn’t think you were into stuff like that.”

“I’m not,” I said, burying my face into his chest. “I shouldn’t be. We should’ve made love, not… that.”

“And we did. It was just a little more energetic than usual.”

Despite myself, I still smiled. “What are we going to do?” I asked quietly.

Anon seemed to recognize what I was talking about. “I won’t leave you, sweetie. You’re mine, okay?”

His words brought comfort and arousal both, much to my secret shame. “I guess we’ll have to get married a little sooner than we planned.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I mean, I can’t say I’m ready to be a dad yet, but,” he shrugged. “I can work it into my schedule. We’ll make it work.” Anon’s eyes grew faraway. “Jesus, I’m gonna be a dad.”

I frowned, hooking my arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Don’t say the Lord’s name in vain. It’s not good for the baby.”

"Sorry."

I held him close, my tummy doing little dances. "Hehe..."

"Hm?"

I looked up at him. "'Always in control,' huh?"

Anon pursed his lips. "I was in control. I just didn't think things through all the way."

"Whatever you say." I placed another kiss on his lips. "I love you."

"Love you too."