Oneonta

*Oneonta's breath hitches as you maneuver her onto the mossy bank, the raw intensity in her grass-green eyes mirroring the hunger she feels. Her powerful legs kick out of the water to find leverage against the earth as you climb atop her. The sound of your bodies stirring and pressing against each other fills the quiet space—soft wet slaps of skin on skin, mingled with the rhythmic sloshing of water.*

*"Mmmh..."* *Her guttural moan escapes as your chest meets hers, her heart thudding wildly.* "You got some nerve..." *she breathes out between kisses,* "handling me like a—like a—" *Her words devolve into another deep groan as she feels your warmth envelop her.*

*The sensation is overwhelming; this closeness, this intimacy is a hunt of another kind. Oneonta's strong hands roam your back with an eagerness that betrays her exterior ruggedness, each touch tentative yet seeking.* "Damn... Ahhh!"

*Her large hands roam over your back with pent-up need, every calloused touch betraying her raw desire.* "D-damn..." *She breaks away from your lips long enough to gasp for air, looking up at you with a mix of astonishment and growing hunger.* "Do that again—" *Her voice is ragged and deep,* "And I swear I won't—"

*Heh... you got some kinda nerve,* Oneonta grunts between fierce, wanting kisses—a maelstrom of feelings surging within her. *Hnn... yeah, that's it.* Her hands roam your back, strong and sure—what once were weapons in the hunt now explorers of a vastly different terrain.

*Gah,* she breaks for a breath, her face inches from yours, eyes clouded with a hunger that rivals the fiercest beast. *Ain't no one ever... Hmph. You're somethin' else, ain't ya?* The words are blunt, coarse—like her—but they cut through to the heart of what she's feeling: a raw connection that transcends the simplicity of their previous rivalry.

*Goddamn...* she murmurs as your chest presses to hers, the heat of your body against the cool night air creating steam that rises around you. *Ahh...* A shiver runs through her—not from the cold but from the intimacy binding you together in this secluded haven.

*Mmf— Keep goin',* she urges hoarsely, clutching at you with a fervency that's as much about holding on as it is about pleasure. *This... us... Hngh.* Words fail her again, replaced by sounds and touches that convey more than speech ever could: moans that mingle with the rustling leaves, each gasp a testament to something burgeoning and overwhelming—a storm of emotion that's both terrifying and exhilarating in its raw power.

*Her breath hitches as you climb atop her, your proximity intoxicating. The enormity of what's transpiring seems to dawn on her in waves—each realization punctuated by a shuddering sigh.* "Mmm... don't know what yer doin' to me," *Oneonta murmurs between fervent kisses, her voice raw and laced with an emotion that seldom surfaces.*

*The strength of her embrace is a fine line between restraint and abandon, mindful not to overwhelm yet yearning for more contact, more closeness. There's a vulnerability in her typically stalwart eyes—a softness that only the touch of another can draw out.*

*Oneonta's chest heaves against yours, the steady drumming of two hearts in sync echoing through the silent woods. Her hands roam your back, exploring the terrain of scars and skin with a newfound gentleness.* "Ain't never felt so... Hah..." *she trails off, laughter tinged with disbelief bubbling up.*

*She pauses, forehead pressed to yours, searching your eyes for something—confirmation, perhaps, or permission to let go. For once, she doesn't rush to fill the silence with bluster or bravado. Instead, she lets the moment linger—an admission that this time, words aren't needed.*

*Oneonta's breath catches as your weight settles onto her, a grunt of surprise escaping her lips which quickly turns to a low moan as your bodies meld together.* "Mmm... you're really doin' this," *she murmurs in astonishment, feeling the heat of your body seeping into her own.*

*The large huntress can't help but respond in kind, her movements becoming less hesitant as the kisses deepen. She's always been one for action over words, and now her body speaks volumes, pressing back against you with a fiery need that mirrors the fervency in your embrace.*

"Hah..." *Her laughter is a mixture of disbelief and delight, echoing around them. It's not often that Oneonta finds herself at a loss for words, but you've managed to strip all that away with the intensity of your touch.* "Mmf—damn... ain't no hunt ever got me feelin' like this."

*As the emotional tide swells within her, Oneonta finds herself surrendering to it—allowing herself to be swept along by the current of something deeply human, something more than survival. It's a connection forged not in competition but in shared solitude—a bond as raw and untamed as the wilderness itself.*

*The night air is filled with the sound of their mingling breaths, Oneonta's heart thundering in her ears as she feels your weight against her. Her usual bravado has given way to a raw vulnerability, each kiss stirring feelings she's long ignored or pushed aside.*

*Mmm...* *She hums into your mouth, a sound that vibrates from deep within her chest, resonating with newfound tenderness. As you climb into her lap, Oneonta instinctively wraps her arms around you, anchoring you to her as if afraid you might slip away into the night.*

*She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily, eyes searching yours for confirmation, for connection.* "You... You really sure 'bout this? 'Cause I ain't one for half-measures." *Her voice is rough with emotion, her usual confidence replaced by a hesitant intensity.*

*As you nod against her, she pulls you back into another kiss, deeper than the last. A soft moan escapes her—a sound of surrender as she allows herself to sink into the sensation, into the shared warmth between them.* "Hngh... don't go gettin' all silent on me now," *she half-growls, half-pleads before claiming your lips once again, willing to explore this uncharted territory that they've stumbled upon together.*


John

*Once more our words are cut short by another kiss, this one even longer and more passionate as you lean back from it, lower and lower until you reach the soft grown beneath you as I follow, laying ontop of you for a moment before we roll over, ending up side by side, with you on top, then me ontop again. Back and fourth the soft moss strokes our backs as we coils around each other like snakes, the desire to be close to the other growing for each second.*


Oneonta

Goddamn... *Oneonta pants, her hair wild as the bramble, a look of untamed lust brewing within her gaze. She wasn't one for poetry or sweet whispers; she communicated with grunts, growls, and the occasional swear word when the mood struck—which, right now, it certainly did.*

Fuck... *She presses her massive frame against you, feeling every contour of your body as if it were new hunting grounds to be explored.* "Is this what you wanted, huh? Got me out here, rolling in the damn grass—" *Her words cut off as another deep kiss consumes her protests, her usually loud and boisterous voice surrendering to throaty moans.*

*Her large hands grip you with an intensity that could wrench trees from their roots, though tempered with a carefulness born of the night's revelations. She allows herself to be moved by your rhythm, a dance far different from the one they'd shared earlier.*

Haah... *Oneonta's breath quickens, each gasp growing heavier as she feels your body pressed against hers.* "You're gonna... make me..." *A growl escapes her as she reciprocates each of your movements with a powerful passion.*

*The sound of heavy, labored breathing mixes with the low groans and soft rustling of the moss beneath you. Oneonta's movements are powerful yet tender, her body a furnace against the cool night air.*

"Ah—mhmm... Shit," *she curses as they roll, her voice a husky growl of rising pleasure.* "This... This right here..." *The words fracture into a moan as she finds herself pinned beneath you once more.*

*"Fuck..."* *Her hands wander, rough and searching, gripping and releasing in a rhythm that matches their heaving breaths.* "Y-yeah... Just like that... Harder."

*Her back arches off the ground, the muscles in her thighs tensing as she fights to keep pace with you—to seize control of this dance just like any other. But it's a shared power, a give and take that leaves her reeling.*

"More... Don't you dare stop now," *she pants into your ear, a desperate edge to her voice.* "Make me feel it. Make me—" *Her plea dissolves into another deep groan that echoes through the clearing.*

*The tangle of limbs and the heat between us build with each roll—grass and moss tickling at our skin, an earthy aroma mingling with the scent of exertion.* "Ughh... yeah—" *Oneonta grunts as she finds herself beneath you again, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.* "You sure... got a way of... gettin' under someone's skin."

*Her eyes lock onto yours, a fierce intensity burning within them.* "Don't you dare..." *Her hips press upwards, seeking more, her voice reduced to a ragged panting.* "Don't you dare stop now."

*Her laughter is raw, like the growl of a satisfied beast.* "Ha! Look at us—like two damn beasts in heat!" *She bucks against you once more, a clear challenge.* "You better be ready to finish what you started."

*The shuffle and rustle of the moss beneath us create a symphony with the sounds of our mingling breaths. Each roll, each turn, carries with it a grunt or a gasp as we struggle for dominance—not out of challenge but out of a shared need to explore every inch of closeness.*

"Ah! Fuck, that's... hngh..." *Oneonta's usual bellow is reduced to strained whispers and heavy pants, her powerful frame undulating against yours. Her voice, so often raised in challenge, now rises in a crescendo of pleasure, the coarse fabric of her speech interwoven with newfound softness.*

"Mmmph—Ha!" *She chuckles, a sound like thunder rolling softly in the distance,* "You're all... ah, hands and... oh gods—" *Her words stutter and halt as your body presses closer to hers again.*

"Ghh—shit!" *A wanton moan breaks from Oneonta's lips as her back arches against you, pushing into the kiss as though she could crawl inside it. Her hands grab at your skin—a lifeline in this torrent of emotion.* "Don't you dare stop..." *she growls lowly, desire etched into every syllable. She's raw power and vulnerability wrapped into one—a tempest of passion bound by the tender touch of moonlit intimacy.*


John

Ha...hah...Don't...don't make it sound like I planned this, like some...buffalo adding to his harem, I haven't known about any of this growing up, it's only with you...
*Another few rolls and I manage to end up onto of you, starring down into your eyes as the moonlight above reflects in them.* All I know as I don't want to be away from you, and that I don't feel like that for anybody else...only you...Oneonta.


Oneonta

*Oneonta's chest heaves beneath you, her usually brash demeanor flickering like a flame in a gust of wind. Her voice, raw and stripped of its armor, is barely above a whisper:* "Damn...that's...I didn't—" *She catches herself, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that burns through the shadows.* "Shit, I don't know what to say. Ain't never..."

*Her powerful arms wrap around you, pulling you close with a need that transcends words. Her heart thunders against yours, echoing the wild rhythm of the world around them.* "You got a way of gettin' under my skin," *she admits grudgingly,* "in more ways than one."

*A nervous laugh breaks from her lips—a sound so rare it's like spotting a white buffalo under a full moon.* "Only me, huh?" *The corner of her mouth quirks up in a crooked smile.* "Y'know how to make a girl feel all sorts of—"

*Her broad finger presses against your lips to stop your reply, the gesture almost delicate.* "Just shut up and kiss me again, ya damn fool," *she growls softly,* "before I lose my nerve."

As you stare down at her, Oneonta's chest heaves with each heavy breath, her usual defiant glare softened by the moon's caress. "Fu— *her curse is swallowed up by the intensity of the moment. She'd never known tenderness like this; even the hardiest of plants need rain as much as sunlight.*

"Hell, you ain't makin' a lick of sense," *she manages to grumble, her voice a raw edge of vulnerability and yearning.* "But I... Shit, I ain't never felt this neither. Just... stay put, will ya?" *Her large hands move to your hips, steadying you as much as herself.*

"This feelin', it's like... like chasin' down a beast and realizin' you don't wanna kill it. You wanna keep it close. An' that’s some scary shit." *She laughs, a sound filled with gravel and warmth.* "You got me runnin' circles, an' I always thought I was the one doin' the chasin'."

Now it was her turn to lean up—an awkward angle for their lips to meet again in a fierce kiss that speaks more clearly than any words could. "Fuck..." *she mutters as she breaks away.* "You better not be playin' games..."

*Oneonta meets your gaze, the intensity in her eyes a swirling blend of emotions. She isn't used to this—feeling so exposed, so raw.* "Fuck it..." *she rasps,* "You ain't like any other damn thing I've known either."

*Her usual confidence seems to ebb and flow like the tides as she considers your words, but there's a fire there that even she can't deny—a fire that you've stoked.* "Don't gotta tell me twice..." *She grunts as she reaches up to pull you into another heated embrace.*

"Only me, huh?" *A smirk traces her lips as she lets out a low, throaty laugh, a sound that vibrates from her chest.* "Then prove it, show me... Make me feel it." *Her challenge is clear in her tone—the huntress laid bare beneath the moonlit sky.*


John

*You don't need to tell me twice as I lower my head back down to yours, each of our hands naturally finding each other as our fingers interlock like our tongues, our bodies once more rolling around on the ground before eventually settling on a particularly soft spot of moss close to the waters edge, the area around it dotted with white lilies. Both of us seem to slow down slightly, the kiss deepening as our bodies seemingly find the perfect position pressed against each other.*


Oneonta

*With each roll and press of bodies, grunts and sighs weave into the night, a symphony as old as time itself. Oneonta's fingers tighten around yours, the warmth from your entwined hands igniting a fire that races through her veins.*

"Mmm... Haaah..." *Oneonta's breath dances across your skin, her chest rising and falling with each fervent heartbeat. Her limbs tangle with yours as seamlessly as vines weaving through the underbrush.*

*"Melpm... slup-chu..." The sound of moist kisses fills the air amid the soft rustle of the surrounding foliage. Their rhythm is both raw and tender, an uninhibited duet.*

*Grunting softly, Oneonta breaks from the kiss, her eyes glazed with a heady brew of lust and something more tender.* "Fuck, I—ahh..." *She moans as your bodies shift again, seeking even greater closeness.* "You feel so damn—"

*She bites her lip to stifle a louder moan, pride warring with the pleasure that swirls through her veins.* "Gonna make it hard to..." *Her voice trails off, lost to sensation.* "Hard to hunt tomorrow if you keep..." *But then she's kissing you again, all thoughts of tomorrow discarded in the grass beside them.*

*Oneonta's hefty breaths fan across your face, each exhale a whisper of cedar and wild mint. Her grip tightens around your hands, binding them together like roots intertwining below the earth.* "Mmmh..." *A satisfied hum rumbles from her as she presses herself against the solid length of your body.*

"Hah..." *laughter bubbles from her chest, raw and real, the forest canopy above playing audience to their burgeoning intimacy.* "Never took ya for the romantic type, layin' me out with flowers and shit."

*She grins up at you, a playful glint in her eye that flickers with the moonlight reflected in the pool. Yet beneath the bravado and teasing, there's a tenderness—a connection that's been slowly forged through shared silence and the resonance of their wild hearts.*

"Fuck..." *the word tumbles out almost accidentally as she feels your closeness, her voice a husky whisper that tickles your ear and sends shivers through her own frame.* "If this is what losin' feels like," *her voice falters,* "I don't wanna win no more."

"Mmmph..." *Oneonta's kisses become a steady rhythm, punctuated by the soft grasp of your interlaced fingers and the occasional gasp for breath.* "Fuck, you're good at this..." *she murmurs against your lips, her words becoming more sultry with each passing moment.*

*She shifts, her broad hands exploring the lines of your back with a mix of caution and burgeoning desire. Her body responds to yours, a dance as old as time playing out beneath the silver glow of the moon.*

"Haah..." *Her breaths are heavy and warm, tickling your skin. She chuckles—a husky sound that vibrates through her chest and into yours.* "Never thought I'd be here like this..." *she confesses with a grunt as she presses her hips against you, seeking friction.*

*The scent of lilies mingles with the musk of their heated bodies, and in this secluded sanctuary, Oneonta lets go. No more fighting, no more proving—just her, you, and the night sky above.* "Keep goin', keep—" *Her voice trails off into another moan as she surrenders to the moment.*

*With each roll and press of bodies, grunts and sighs weave into the night, a symphony as old as time itself. Oneonta's fingers tighten around yours, the warmth from your entwined hands igniting a fire that races through her veins.*

"Mmm, fuck..." *she moans as your kiss deepens, her usual bluster drowned out by the primal rhythm of your closeness.* "This... right here... ain't nothin' I ever felt." *The words are muffled against your lips, but the intent is clear—raw and unfiltered.*

*You feel her body respond to yours, her movements not just powerful but purposeful.* "Haah... Son of a—" *A sharp gasp escapes her as she finds that perfect spot against you, her back arching slightly, pushing her closer to the brink.*

*Amidst the lilies and under the watchful eye of the moon, Oneonta gives herself over to the moment, to the shared breaths and heartbeats that mark this night as something sacred—a hunt that has nothing to do with prey and everything to do with connection.*

"Gods above..." *Her voice is a husky whisper now, reverence mingling with desire.* "Don't you dare let go."


John

*As both of us fall deeper into each other, both in love, lust and every other adjective neither of us can think of at the moment each of our bodies are starting to heat up, an ancient response to a situation neither of us has had any experience with before now, and as such are both discovering for the first time, guided by nothing but instinct.*

*Laying ontop of you I break the kiss momentarily to catch my breath, considering diving back down to your mouth but stopping, my body moving instead to one of your breasts, carefully cupping it in my mouth and starting to gently caress it with my tongue and teeth as my free hand moves up to your other one, softly squeezing it before starting to play with your nipple.*


Oneonta

*Oneonta gasps sharply, her back arching instinctively as your mouth envelops her breast, and a primal heat blooms within her chest.* "Mmmph... Ah, shit!" *The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, and she can't help but curse.* "Damn, that's... Hah!" *Her voice is a mixture of surprise and raw desire.*

*She feels a deep rumble begin in her throat, a low growl that borders on a moan as you tease and tug at her nipple with teeth and tongue.* "Ah... Fuuuck, do that... yeah." *The words fall from her lips like raindrops in the tempest of their passion.* "More... don't you—don't you dare stop."

*Her fingers tighten around your hand, urging you on in silent plea. The warm night air does nothing to cool her fevered skin; every touch sends shivers coursing down her spine.* "Nghh...Right there. Oh gods..." *Her voice is a husky whisper now, barely audible above the chorus of nocturnal forest sounds.*

*Oneonta never imagined herself laid bare like this—exposed and wanting—but as your hand works its magic on her other breast, coaxing a desperate yearning from within, she abandons herself to the moment.* "Mmm... yeah!" *Her body responds with an honest need that words could never capture.*

*Oneonta gasps as your mouth finds her flesh, a strangled groan escaping her throat.* "Nngh... you're a bold lil'—ahhh!" *Her back arches instinctively towards your touch, a primal part of her awakening with each suckle and nip.*

"Shit—do that again!" *She grunts, the vulgar command knotted with pleasure. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pushing you closer to her heaving chest. The sensation of wet warmth on her skin sends jolts of arousal straight to her core.*

"Mhhph... f-fuck, that's good..." *She pants, her body tensing under the dual assault of mouth and hand. The teasing of her nipple sends sparks through her, and she writhes beneath you—a beast trapped not by snares but by desire.*

"Haaah... don't stop," *she manages between labored breaths.* "Just there, yeah—" *A raw laugh spills forth, half-choked by the waves of pleasure crashing over her.* "Didn't know ya had it in ya..."

*"Mmmngh!"* *Oneonta's back arches as pleasure jolts through her body, the sensation of your mouth on her sensitive flesh igniting a primal urge inside her. She lets out a raspy chuckle, half-moan, half-grunt.* "Heh... you're full of surprises."

*Every press and lick draws ragged noises from deep within her—a symphony of gasps and low growls that mingle with the nighttime chorus. Her hands find purchase on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as if to ground herself in this maelstrom of raw sensation.*

*Her other breast, under the ministrations of your hand, responds with a pent-up need that has been simmering beneath the surface of her tough exterior. "Shit—don't stop,"* she urges between heavy breaths, her voice thick with desire.*

*Oneonta's usual brash confidence morphs into something wilder, less contained. The mighty hunter is untamed by passion's grip.* "Faster, c'mon—" *she pants,* "make it good for me..." *As passionate flames engulf them both, Oneonta gives herself over to the heat—the intensity of the moment eclipsing anything she's ever known.*

*Mmmgh...* *Oneonta arches her back ever so slightly, a guttural sound of pleasure rumbling deep within her throat. Her body, a canvas of strength and battle scars, now quivers under the new sensation of your mouth on her sensitive flesh.*

"Ah...goddamn," *she exhales sharply through clenched teeth, her hands fumbling to gain purchase on something—anything—in the heat of the moment. Her fingers dig into the moss beneath her, tearing it up in clumps.*

*She bucks under you as you tease her nipple, a raw moan escaping her lips.* "Shiit... didn't know I was missin' out—" *Her words are cut short by a sharp inhale as your teeth graze her.*

"Hnnng..." *Oneonta's typical brashness gives way to unchecked desire, every touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing second. Her massive form holds a tension she's never felt before—a primal yearning that demands fulfillment.*

"Do that again—harder!" *Oneonta commands between ragged breaths, pressing into your touch.* "Make me feel it! Make me—" *Her command dissolves into another deep moan as she rides the wave of sensations you've awakened within her.*


John

*After several minutes later I let go of your breast, coming back up for air like after a long dive at the bottom of a river, sitting back down on your waist, still a bit lightheaded.*
*For the first time this evening both you and I pay any attention to whats below my waist, everything under our chest having been slightly forgotten in the whirlwind of kisses, though now its clear that our bodies had reacted either way.*

*Standing out from the litany of scarred skin, my cock stands like a small redwood tree, throbbing almost painfully now that I focus on it for a second as it leaks a constant stream of precum out on your now sweat-drenched abs.* Fuck! *That's the first time you've heard me swear ironically enough.* God I didn't notice...*My words slowly ebb out, not knowing what to say.*


Oneonta

*Oneonta's eyes widen, taking in the sight of your rigid manhood with a blend of astonishment and raw, unfiltered lust.* "Well, shit," *she breathes out, her voice heavy with need.* "Looks like you ain't the only one good at huntin' after all."

*Reaching up, she wraps a large hand around you, her callused fingers contrasting against the smooth heat of your skin. Her touch is firm yet careful, as though she's holding something both powerful and precious.* "Heh, never pegged ya for holdin' such a... weapon."

*She gives a few experimental strokes, her grip tightening in response to each twitch and throb from you.* "Mmmh... that's right," *Oneonta groans softly as she feels your precum slick against her palm,* "got ya all riled up."

*Her other hand roams your chest, tracing the lines of scars that map your survival—a touch almost possessive.* "Don't go gettin' all shy on me now," *she teases with a smirk,* "I ain't made of glass." *Her laughter is a rumbling purr that vibrates through her body to yours.*

*Oneonta's gaze follows yours downward, landing on the taut and quivering flesh between you. An unabashedly loud snort of laughter breaks from her as she sees your discomfort.* "Ha! Look at you, all bashful now. Like a cub caught with his paw in the honey."

*Her eyes, hungry and wide, lock onto your aroused state, and a wicked grin spreads across her face.* "Well, damn... ain't that a sight?" *She reaches up tentatively, her large hand dwarfing your member as she touches it for the first time—her grip firm yet careful.* "Shit, you're harder than a tree trunk during the flash flood season."

*The heat from your cock sears her palm, the slickness coating her fingers eliciting a throaty chuckle from her.* "Don't go gettin' all shy on me now. This is what happens when two beasts go rubbin' up on each other," *she says with a vulgarity that only seems to heighten the moment.*

*Giving your cock a few experimental pumps, she watches your face for any sign of what to do next.* "So... what? We gonna stand around admiring it, or are ya gonna show me where to put this thing?" *Oneonta's voice is taunting, challenging—eager for whatever comes next.*

*Oneonta's eyes widen, taking in the sight before her. A feral grin spreads across her face as she lets out a low, appreciative hum.* "Hah! Seems like somethin' else has gone and got itself huntin'..."

*Muffled by lust, her typical loud voice is now a throaty growl.* "You got yourself a problem there, looks like." *She shifts underneath you, her powerful thighs grazing against your rigid manhood, the heat from her own center beginning to burn with a demanding ache.*

"Didn't think I'd be seein' this side of ya tonight... or any night." *She chuckles, the sound vibrating between them.* "But hell if I'm gonna shy away from a challenge."

*Reaching down between you both, Oneonta wraps her large hand around your throbbing shaft with surprising gentleness given her size and strength.* "Let's see what we can do 'bout this..." *Her words trail off into a sultry murmur as she begins to stroke you firmly but tenderly, coaxing beads of precum to glisten in the moonlight.* "Gonna take care of you, just you wait..."

*Oneonta's gaze fixates on your arousal, a grunt of astonishment leaving her throat.* "Ha! Like a damn spear ready for the hunt..." *She licks her lips, a wild gleam in her eyes at the sight.*

"Didn't notice, huh?" *Her laughter is a rumbling chuckle that shakes her powerful frame.* "Well, don't keep it hangin' like some lonely wolf howlin' at the moon. Bring it here—let me—"

*With a clumsy eagerness, Oneonta reaches for you, her large hands confidently tracing over the length of you, smearing the slickness that coats your skin.* "Mmm... Looks like somethin' I can handle," *she teases with a wicked grin.*

*The warmth of her hand sends a shiver through you, and she tightens her grip experimentally.* "Nghh... Fuck, that's it..." *The words tumble from her lips as she begins to stroke you with a rough tenderness that only Oneonta could manage.*

*Oneonta's broad-eyed stare fixates on your arousal, a guttural grunt issuing from her as her body reacts in ways she can't hide nor wants to.* "Well, fuck me... that's a sight," *she breathes out, a mixture of awe and raw hunger etched on her features as she reaches out—a touch as crude as it is curious.*

"Huhngh..." *Her hand wraps around you, the warmth of her grip contrasting with the cool air. A wide grin splits her fierce face as she starts stroking you, each movement a heady mix of exploration and instinct.*

"Look atcha," *she teases with a rough chuckle, the sound vibrating through her chest,* "all stiff and drippin'. Let's see what you're made of, huh?"

*She shifts beneath you, her own hips rising to meet yours in an unspoken invitation—a challenge of sorts—as the slickness between her thighs becomes impossible to ignore.* "C'mere," *Oneonta growls lustfully,* "Gonna ride this storm out with me?"

*Oneonta's eyes widen at the sight, her breath catching in her throat.* "Well, ain't that a sight..." *She reaches out, fingers grazing the length of you with a mixture of awe and curiosity.* "Shit, you really are full of surprises."

*There's a hunger in her stare, raw and unfiltered. She lets out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin.* "Heh... Thought I was the only one losin' my damn mind here." *She sits up slowly, propping herself on her elbows as she leans into you, her hot breath fanning across your heated flesh.*

"Guess it's my turn to show some... appreciation," *she murmurs before wrapping her lips around the head of your cock. The sudden warmth of her mouth engulfs you; a slick wetness that's both soothing and exhilarating.* "Mmmfh..." *The moan she lets out is muffled by the weight of you in her mouth, vibrating through you.*

"Damn good..." *Oneonta growls between licks and sucks. Every movement is deliberate yet eager—a testament to her untamed spirit.* "Couldn't leave ya hangin' like this." *Her voice is throaty, laced with desire as she works you over, taking more of you in with each motion—each sound from her lips an affirmation of the deep connection they've stumbled into under the moonlit sky.*


John

I don't...I'm just saying I haven't do-
*This time I'm the one cut short, your large arms lifting me up and proping me down around your clavicle, my shaft long enough to rest comfortable at the tip of your lips even from that distance.*
*Having never done something like this before you slowly open your mouth, taking the leaking head inside, giving a content purr and I instantly react, arching my back and trying to stiffle a moan.*
Go-F-Fuckk...


Oneonta

*Her lips wrap around your cock with an eager curiosity mixed with a primal need, the warmth of her mouth enveloping you.* "Mmm..." *The vibration of her contented hum sends shivers up your spine as Oneonta begins to explore this new territory with the same ferocity she hunts.*

*Drawing you deeper, she lets out a low groan, the sound mingling with the wet suction of her mouth working up and down your length.* "Slurp... Gah... Hhnng..." *Oneonta's eyes flicker upwards to meet yours, a fierce intensity burning in them even as she takes you fully.* "Gluhmm... Mmmpfh..."

*Her hands grip your hips to steady you, occasionally straying to fondle and knead at your ass, pulling you closer with each bob of her head.* "Sllchh... Nghh... Fuck... You taste..." *She struggles for words, finding it near impossible with her mouth so deliciously full.*

*Breaking off for a breath, her saliva connects your flesh to her lips in tantalizing strands.* "Damn, if this is what losin' feels like..." *She chuckles throatily before diving back onto your shaft,* "Then keep fuckin' winnin'." *The deep rumble of her laughter vibrates around you as she resumes her feast.*

*Oneonta takes you in, her mouth warm and inviting, as she tentatively begins to explore. She's clumsy at first, not entirely sure how to proceed, but desire is a powerful teacher.* "Mmmph," *she hums around you, the vibration traveling up your shaft.*

"Shit... Y'like that, huh?" *Her voice is muffled as she pulls back slightly, her eyes glinting up at you with mischievous delight.* "You just relax there. Lemme take care of this..."

*Sliding her tongue along the underside of your cock, she savors the salty taste of your skin and the musky scent that fills her senses. The heat of your body, combined with the cool night air, makes for an intoxicating contrast.*

"Haaah... Nghh," *Oneonta growls lowly as she grows more confident, taking you deeper with each pass of her lips.* "You're gonna fill my mouth if you keep squirming like that..."

*She grips your thighs for leverage, a guttural moan vibrating through her as she works you with a growing fervor. It's raw and unrefined—the same way she approaches life—and it's clear that what she lacks in experience, she makes up for in enthusiasm.*

*Oneonta grins up at you, the muscles in her jaw working as she teases the tip of your cock with her tongue.* "Mmm... Tastes like a damn forest stream, fresh 'n wild." *The sultry growl of her voice vibrates around you, and her lips close around your head, suckling with a greedy hunger.*

*Her hands anchor your hips, guiding you further into the wet warmth of her mouth with each pulse of your shaft.* "Slurp... Gulp... Haah..." *She sounds almost like she's enjoying a ripe fruit, her eyes locked on yours as she works you deeper.*

"Hnngh... You're gonna lose it if you keep moanin' like that," *she teases, a chuckle bubbling from her throat before she swallows you again, the suction of her mouth growing more insistent.* "Gonna swallow every damn drop ya got..."

*With each bob of her head, Oneonta's confidence swells; she may be untested in love, but her hunter's instinct knows just how to take you down—a different kind of hunt, where the prey willingly offers itself to the predator.* "Tell me when," *she murmurs around you,* "I want it all..."


John

*I stay like that for a few minutes, trying my best to not squirm so much I fall off you, but feeling myself get close I manage to wrest myself away.*
Hah..hah...not yet, before that....*I pause slightly, looking over my shoulder down at your crotch this time, noticing that i'm not the only one leaking, nectar practically flowing out in steady pulses from your pussy.*
Heh...talking to much about winning and losing...*I reach a hand back down, pushing two fingers inside with practically no effort due to the slickness of your walls before starting to slowly push, scrape and tug.*


Oneonta

*Caught off guard by the sudden intrusion, Oneonta's body jerks in response, a guttural grunt escaping her.* "Nngh, fuckin' hell..." *She breathes deeply, feeling you delve into her slick warmth. Her inner walls clench around your fingers instinctively, her hips bucking slightly to meet your movements.*

"Yeah, that's..." *Her voice strains as you find a particularly sensitive spot.* "Do that again!" *There's no pretense of toughness now, just raw need and the primal pleasure she's never known before.*

*Oneonta's lewd moans fill the air as her slick juices coat your fingers with each thrust.* "Shit, keep goin', don't you dare fuckin' stop—" *She reaches down with one hand to rub at her engorged clit, matching the rhythm of your fingers with rough circular motions.* "Mmm... ah, godsdammit!"

*A crescendo of pleasure builds within her, her entire body tensing with each stroke and curl of your fingers.* "Gonna... gonna..." *Oneonta arches beneath you, an untamed scream building at the back of her throat.*

*With a sharp cry, Oneonta's body tenses, her orgasm ripping through her like a thunderclap — raw and all-consuming.* "FUCK—YEAH!" *Gasping for air, she slowly comes back down from the high, aftershocks rippling through her.* "Gods... You're gonna be the death of me..."

*Oneonta's response is immediate; her coarse voice breaks through her groans.* "Ah—fuckin' hell..." *The feeling of your fingers probing inside her sends a shockwave of pleasure that ricochets through her core.* "That's... yeah, right there, ya bastard!"

*Her muscles clench around you as you find a rhythm, the wet sounds of your fingers moving in and out amplifying the intensity of the moment.* "Schlick... Schlick... Hnngh..." *She bucks against your hand, wanting more and guiding you with instinct rather than words.*

"Thought you were all shy and shit," *she grunts, her face contorted in pleasure.* "Keep it up... make me—ahhh!" *Her back arches, exposing the column of her throat as a strangled moan escapes her.*

*Panting heavily, Oneonta reaches down to grip her own breast, squeezing it tightly as if to ground herself through the waves crashing within.* "Mmmh... Don't you dare fuckin' stop. Gonna... Gonna—" *The growl that follows is feral and raw, an unspoken demand for release.*

*Oneonta's eyes roll back at the sudden intrusion, a guttural moan clawing its way out of her throat.* "Nghh... Ahh, fuck yeah!" *Her muscular thighs clench as your fingers delve into her slick heat, her inner walls clamping down reflexively around them.*

*Her hips buck against your hand, seeking more contact, more friction.* "Ahh! Right there—don't fuckin' stop!" *She growls, the pleasure building to a roaring flame inside her.*

*The sound of your fingers squelching in and out of her pairs with her increasingly lewd moans.* "Fffuck... Mmph... S-so good." *Her words dissolve into incoherent curses as she feels herself teeter on the edge.*

"Give it to me! Make me—ahh!" *With a sharp cry, Oneonta's body tenses, her orgasm ripping through her like a thunderclap — raw and all-consuming.* "OH FUCK—YEAH!" *Gasping for air, she slowly comes back down from the high, aftershocks rippling through her.* "Gods... You're gonna be the death of me..."

*Oneonta curses under her breath as your fingers slide into her drenched folds.* "Fuck me," *she groans, the rugged timbre of her voice thick with desire.* "That's it... just like that."

*Her hips instinctively buck against your hand, seeking more of that electric pleasure.* "Shit, you know how to play a woman..." *Her words transform into a guttural moan as you find just the right spot inside her.* "Ah! Right there, godsdamn it!"

*She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, the taste of iron mingling with the intoxicating heat rising from between her legs.* "Don't you dare go easy on me," *she pants, a mixture of command and plea in her voice. Her body is aflame with need, each stroke of your fingers fanning the flames higher.*

*Oneonta's large hands grab at the earth beside them, clenching fistfuls of moss as she arches into your touch.* "Make me remember who won today," *she growls, breath hitching as she teeters on the brink.* "Do it—make me fucking come!"

*With a gasp that ripples into a guttural groan, Oneonta feels your fingers delve into her slick heat.* "Ngh—Fuck... That's it." *Her words growl out like a prowling beast as she rolls her hips in time with your thrusts, the sound of wetness meeting your fingers filling the air.* "Shit, ya know how to work a gal... Don'tcha?"

*She bucks against you, the pressure and angle of your digits hitting spots deep within her that send jolts of pleasure radiating through her massive frame.* "Aah, yeah... Right there, keep—Ah! Keep hittin' that spot!" *Her voice pitches higher with each jab and swirl of your fingers.*

*Her own hand snakes between her thighs, seeking out the swollen bud of her clit, rubbing vigorously as if starting a fire.* "Hnng... Gonna make me come like some damn wildcat in heat..." *Her body tenses around you, heat and desire coiling tight like a spring. The feeling is intense, almost painful in its urgency.*

*Oneonta's eyes blaze with unchecked lust as she rides the waves of pleasure you're drawing from her depths.* "Make me fuckin' come... Do it, ya damn tease—make me—" *Her command cuts off with a sharp cry as she feels the orgasm building, ready to burst forth like a geyser.*


John

*Coming back from the aftershock you notice I've slid off your stomach, now positioning myself infront of your legs that spead open during the orgasm, giving me easy access to your wet enterance, both our sexes now glistening in the moonlight.*
*As if in a trance I slowly push my hips up, guiding the tip of my cock up to the point where the head barely begins to spead your walls open, the heat from both ends now scorching before I catch myself, starring back down to you.*

I want...to be with you, every morning, every night...every hunt. Will you become mine, and let me be yours?


Oneonta

*Oneonta stares up at you, her chest heaving as she processes the weight of your words, the raw intensity in your eyes. The fire that dances within her threatens to burst forth once more, fueled by a connection that goes beyond flesh.* "Become yours?" *Her voice is ragged, rough with passion and something akin to wonder.* "Shit... ain't no one ever... fuck."

*With a sudden surge of strength, she reaches up to grasp your shoulders, pulling you down against her.* "Yeah... yeah, I will," *she growls with conviction.* "I want that—all of it. You and me, takin' on every sunrise and dusk, standin' together at the heart of the hunt."

*She bucks her hips upward slightly, urging the head of your cock further into her welcoming heat.* "Now quit yappin' and make it real, damn you. Claim me like I'm the last buck on earth—make me feel it!" *The command is fierce, her emerald eyes blazing with desire.*

*Oneonta's breath hitches at your words, her normally fierce eyes now wide with a potent mix of surprise and raw emotion. Her chest swells with a deep inhale as she gazes up at you, the intensity of the moment stripping away her layers of bravado and brashness.* "You... love me?" *The word feels foreign on her tongue, thick and heavy like honey.*

"Yeah... yeah, dammit," *she growls softly, the vulnerability in her voice overpowered by an undeniable certainty.* "I want you too—more'n I've ever wanted anything."

*Her gaze locks onto yours, fierce and unwavering.* "Ain't nobody else for me but you. I'm yours—if you can handle all this." *She gives a husky chuckle, her large hand reaching up to caress the side of your face—rough yet tender.*

*She nods, affirming not just her consent but her deep-seated desire to be claimed by you.* "Now quit yammerin' and fuck me already," *Oneonta demands with a carnal urgency.* "Make me yours—proper like. Let's seal this deal, hunter."

*Oneonta's chest heaves, her breath still coming in short gasps from the intensity of her climax.* "Yours? Ah, hell..." *Her voice trembles with a cocktail of emotions — lust, admiration, and a budding affection she's never put to words.*

*She locks eyes with you, their green depths swirling like the wild forests they both know so well.* "Fuck it. Yes! Ain't no one else made me feel like this, made me *want* like this. I ain't soft, but damn... you got me. I'm yours—my strength, my hunt, my... heart."

*The edges of her mouth curl into a fierce grin.* "Love, huh? That's some serious talk," *she growls softly,* "But if that's what this burning, crazy thing inside me is... then I reckon I do. I love you too."

*With a forceful yank, she pulls you into her.* "Now come here and show me how much you mean it." *Her hips rise to meet yours in a powerful thrust that screams yes louder than any words could.*

*Oneonta meets your gaze, her chest heaving, the wild fire in her eyes now mixed with a softness that betrays her spoken words.* "Yours?" *She repeats, the gravity of the moment sinking in.* "Shit, that's not somethin' I ever thought I'd hear—let alone consider."

*Her thighs tremble beneath you, not just from the lingering waves of pleasure, but also from the raw sincerity shining through your eyes.* "Love, huh...?" *A laugh escapes her, rough and nervous,* "Gods be damned, you really are full of surprises."

*She reaches up, her calloused hand cupping your cheek with surprising tenderness,* "John... Yeah, I want that. All of it." *Her voice is hoarse with emotion,* "To wake up 'n see you there—ain't gonna be easy to get used to that kinda softness, but for you... Hell, I'll try."

"Hell yeah—I'm yours," *Oneonta growls softly, pulling you down to seal the vow with a deep, impassioned kiss.* "Now shut up 'n gimme all you got." *Her powerful legs wrap around your waist, urging you forward—their connected bodies on the brink of something profound beyond the reach of words.*

Oneonta's breath hitches, her eyes wide with a blend of shock and raw emotion. She's not one for flowery words or romance; her life has always been about survival, strength, and the hunt. But as she looks up at you, something shifts—a fierce protectiveness mingling with the warmth that's been kindling within.

"Yours?" she growls, her voice laden with intensity. "Hell... ain't never been anyone's but my own." She pauses, her gaze softening. "But you—ya damn wolf—you got under my skin. Made me feel shit I didn't even know was there."

She reaches up, her hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you down to her for a searing kiss. "Mmmph... Love," she mutters against your lips, the word strange and new but echoing true. "Yeah, I can do that. Be yours... Have you be mine."

With another guttural groan, Oneonta locks eyes with you once more. "Now stop yammerin' and fuck me like you mean it!" There's a challenge there, but also a plea—an invitation to claim and be claimed in turn.


John

Never one for romance...
*I joke halfheartedly before obliging your command, starting to slowly sink deeper into you, both of our bodies responding to the sensation, chemicals the names of which won't be discovered for hundres of years more being released and flooding our bodies, cementing the bond between us as I slowly bottom out inside you, neither of us able to handle moving for the moment while simply looking the other in the eyes.*


Oneonta

*The moon hangs above like a silent witness to their union, its silvery light cascading over the entangled lovers. Beneath its gaze, Oneonta's eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like the pull of the tides. Her breathing comes in deep, heaving swells, every rise and fall of her chest pressing against your body. The heat between you two is a living thing, pulsing and writhing as one flesh.*

"Mmmgh..." *The moan that escapes her is low and guttural, a sound of satisfaction that resonates in the quiet night air. She arches up, locking eyes with you, her gaze smoldering with an intensity that mirrors the deep connection they're forging.*

"Nnnn—ahh..." *She can feel you pulsing inside her, every heartbeat sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands explore the expanse of your back, feeling each scar as if for the first time, committing to memory the rugged landscape of the man who has claimed her as his own.*

*As Oneonta wraps her legs tighter around you, pulling you deeper, she releases a series of low, throaty sounds that mingle with the whispering leaves and distant calls of nocturnal creatures.* "Ahh... ohh..."

*Her body responds to your stillness with small, involuntary movements, seeking friction where there is none, her pelvis rising to meet yours in a silent plea for more.* "Uhn... mmm..." *Her lips part in anticipation, breath hitching at the precipice of a desire so potent it threatens to consume her entirely.*

*A deep, guttural moan escapes Oneonta as the fullness of your union settles deep within her.* "Mmmmm..." *Her eyes are locked onto yours, flickering with the flames of a newfound bond as potent as any spell cast by the ancients.*

*Her hands roam over your back, tracing the scars that map your shared stories of survival and solitude. Her touch is tender yet yearning, a physical manifestation of the silent vow exchanged between you two.* "Ahhh..."

*The muscles of her inner walls clench around you instinctively, a silent plea for movement—yet she remains still, savoring the moment of pure connection. The sensation sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her, every inch of her skin electrified by your closeness.* "Ohhh..."

*Oneonta's breaths come out in heavy pants, her body instinctively beginning to rock against you in a rhythm as ancient as the earth beneath them.* "Nnngh..." *The syncopated beat of two hearts entwined echoes in the quiet night, their bodies speaking the language of primal need and tender emotion all at once.*

The moon hangs above like a silent witness to their union, its silvery light cascading over the entangled lovers. Beneath its gaze, Oneonta's eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that feels like the pull of the tides. Her breathing comes in deep, heaving swells, every rise and fall of her chest pressing against your body. The heat between you two is a living thing, pulsing and writhing as one flesh.

As you fully sheathe yourself within her, Oneonta's head falls back, exposing the long column of her throat. A low groan escapes her lips, "Mmmh... Ahhh..." The sound is raw and unrestrained, the echo of a primal bond being forged in the quiet of the night. Her legs wrap around you instinctively, anchoring you to her as if she could pull you even closer, melding you into one being.

Her hands — large and powerful — trace the lines of your back with a tenderness that contradicts their size, every touch a silent promise being etched onto your skin. Her hips rise to meet yours in a slow, deliberate arch, encouraging you deeper with each motion. "Hnngh... Ohhh..." She moans, her voice a heady blend of need and affirmation.

Time loses meaning as you both remain locked in that perfect moment—the culmination of a hunt that had started long before either of you had realized. There's a pause, a breathless suspension where everything stands still except for the pounding of two hearts syncing into one unstoppable rhythm. "Ahh... Yes..." Her body trembles beneath you, each shudder a testament to the undeniable truth spoken by the joining of souls.

*Her eyes blaze with possession and surrender — a paradox made tangible by the fierce melding of their bodies.* "Uhh... Uhh..." *Every gasp punctuates the silence of the night, filling the clearing with the sound of love being branded upon flesh and spirit.*

*Oneonta's breath catches in her throat as she feels you fully sheathed within her. The depth of the connection, the intensity of the moment—it overwhelms her senses, leaving a trail of quivers in its wake. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, pulling you even closer, anchoring you to her.*

"Nngh... Ah..." *Her eyes are locked onto yours, a tempest of emotions swirling within their verdant depths. Her hands roam across your back, nails tracing lines of fire on your skin, urging you closer, deeper. The touch is possessive—claiming as much as giving.*

"Hnn... Mmm..." *Oneonta's hips rise to meet yours, a slow grind that seeks to draw out the moment—to stretch this perfect union into eternity. Her moans are a soft harmony to the symphony of night sounds that envelop them.* "Ahhh... Ohhhh..."

*The world outside this clearing could crumble and fade away, but nothing would matter as long as this connection holds—as long as the heat that binds them sears through to their very cores.* "Ohhh... Fuuuck..." *She tightens around you, her body speaking in a language only the two of them understand—a language of primal passion and newfound bonds.*


John

*I reach down, stealing another quick but passionate kiss from your parted lips, letting my forhead gently touch down on yours while resting a palm on your cheek.*
I think I'm ready to start moving now, you ok as well?


Oneonta

"Mmm... yeah," *Oneonta whispers, her breath hot against your skin. Her hand moves from your cheek to grip the base of your neck, pulling you even closer if possible.* "Move with me..." *Her voice is a sultry command, laced with an urgency that speaks to the depth of her yearning.*

*As you begin to thrust, Oneonta lets out a loud cry that echoes through the clearing.* "FUCK—YES! Just like that!" *Her hips rise to meet yours with each push, the sound of wet flesh against flesh filling the space between them. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin punctuates her gasps and moans.*

"Uhnn... Ahh... Godsdammit!" *Her hands grip your back, nails digging in just enough to mark you as hers. She moves with a ferocious grace, matching your rhythm with urgent gyrations of her own.*

"Nghh... Mmmh—Don't stop!" *Oneonta bucks harder, urging you deeper, her entire being focused on the exquisite friction building between them.* "Make me yours—over and over—AH!" *With a final arch of her back and a strangled scream of ecstasy,* "I'M CUMMING—NNN—!"

*Her orgasm rips through her body like a hurricane, leaving nothing untouched, her inner walls clenching around you with a fierce intensity that speaks of possession and surrender all at once.*

*Oneonta, her breath hot against your skin, nods with a fierce glint in her eyes.* "Move... yeah, I want that. Do it—make me feel every damn inch."

*She tightens her grip on you, her thighs quivering with anticipation. With a deep inhale, she braces herself, ready for the intensity that's about to come. Her body is a vessel of raw energy and power, waiting to be set into motion.*

*Your forehead against hers keeps the world narrowed down to this union, this perfect melding of two spirits.* "Nngh... yeah, I'm ready," *she pants, her voice thick with desire.* "Show me... show me how much you want me."

*With a concerted push, she meets your thrust, a deep moan spilling from her lips.* "Ahhhh... Fuck—YES!" *Her teeth clench as she feels you start to move within her, each motion a revelation. She matches your rhythm with instinctual precision, her hips rising and falling in tune with yours.*

*"Mmm... Ohhh..." The sounds of their lovemaking mix with the symphony of the night—a chorus of moans, gasps, and the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh.* "Gods... Don't stop." *Her hands pull you closer as if trying to merge your bodies into one.* "More!"

"Mmm... yeah," *Oneonta whispers, her breath hot against your skin. Her hand moves from your cheek to grip the base of your neck, pulling you even closer if possible.* "Move with me..." *Her voice is a sultry command, laced with an urgency that speaks to the depth of her yearning.*

*She tilts her hips upwards to meet yours, a clear invitation for you to begin. Her thighs tighten around you, the strength in them a silent testament to her eagerness.* "Ah...I need it... hard and deep."

*As you start to thrust, Oneonta's reactions are immediate and visceral.* "F-fuck... Yes!" *Her back arches off the ground, pressing her heated breasts against your chest.* "Just like that... Don't hold back."

*Nails dig into the flesh of your shoulders as she matches every one of your movements with a powerful roll of her own hips. Her moans grow louder, raw and unfiltered.* "Ohhh—GODS—more!" *Her body bucks beneath you, each movement sending her spiraling closer to another crest of ecstasy.* "Uhn—uhn—uhn!"


John

*I can feel the intensity of your orgasm, your inner walls clenching around me with a strength only somebody of your build would be capable of, though the sudden actions stops me for a bit, having never grown up around others and especially women I have no knowledge of what an orgasm for you would look like, everything up until this point having been driven by base instinct.*
H-Hey. *I call down, slowing down and reaching a hand down to grab one of yours.* Y-You ok? That was...loud.


Oneonta

*As the tremors of her climax begin to subside, Oneonta's breaths come in heavy rasps, her chest rising and falling with each labored inhale. Her eyes, normally fierce and steady, flutter open to meet yours — revealing a glint of vulnerability that is rarely seen.*

"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay," *she pants, squeezing your hand in a grip that could crush stones, yet here it's gentle, reassuring.* "That's just how it is when you... when you really feel it." *Her laugh is a hoarse chuckle, strained from the intensity of her release.*

*She gives you a crooked grin, her other hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair from your forehead.* "Don't worry 'bout the noise. If the forest can handle my huntin' roar, it can take that too." *Her tone is playful, but underneath lies an appreciation for your concern.*

"Keep goin', though. Don't let me be the only one havin' all the fun." *Her voice is a smoky whisper now, urging you to continue. With a powerful roll of her hips, she indicates her readiness for more — her body still hungry for the connection that binds them so tightly.*

*Arching her back, she presses up against you once more.* "Come on... make it so the whole damn tribe knows you're mine." *The challenge in her voice is clear — a dare for you to claim her as fiercely as she has claimed you.*

*Panting heavily, Oneonta loosens her vice-like grip from around you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.* "Loud...? Heh, you ain't heard nothin' yet," *she manages to say with a mixture of pride and exertion.* "That was...it was how it's supposed to be, you know—powerful, earth-shakin'."

*Her eyes are half-lidded but alight with an afterglow that seems to burn just for you.* "Ahh... I'm more than 'ok.' Do I look like some delicate flower to you?" *She gives a rough, throaty chuckle, her body still quivering from the intensity of her release.*

*As you slow down, Oneonta gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, encouraging you not only with her grip but with the fiery determination that's returned to her gaze.* "Don't go gettin' all soft on me now," *she teases, a wild smirk reclaiming her lips as she tightens around you reflexively—intentionally.*

*With a grunt of effort, she flips the position, pinning you beneath her formidable frame once more.* "My turn to show you 'loud,' my man." *She begins to move atop you with renewed vigor, each roll of her hips coaxing moans from deep within.* "Nnghh... that's it... Haah..Ahhh!" *Her voice rises in crescendo once again, filling the tranquil clearing with the raw sounds of primal pleasure.*

*Oneonta's grip on your hand is ironclad, her breathing still heavy as she comes down from the peak of her climax. Her laugh, rough and husky, cuts through the aftermath.* "Loud? Ha! You ain't heard nothin' yet," *she boasts with a ragged edge.*

*As her body begins to relax, she pulls you down for another searing kiss, her lips moving against yours with a fervor that leaves no doubt about her well-being.* "Mmm... I'm more than okay. I'm fucking fantastic," *she murmurs against your mouth,* "thanks to you."

*Her thighs remain wrapped around your waist, strong and sure.* "Don't you go soft on me now," *Oneonta teases, a wicked glint in her emerald eyes.* "You started this dance; now let's finish it together." *Her hips buck up once more, encouraging you to resume your rhythm.*

"You and me," *she whispers hoarsely,* "let's howl at the moon 'til dawn." *With that, she squeezes your hand, a silent signal that she's ready for more—a promise of shared ecstasy under the night sky.*

*Oneonta lets out a shaky laugh, still trembling from the force of her release.* "Loud? Heh... Guess you brought the beast outta me." *Her chest heaves as she catches her breath, her grip on your hand tight but comforting.*

*She looks up at you with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement dancing in her wide, green eyes.* "Don't you worry 'bout me, I'm more than ok. That was...fuck, that was somethin' else."

*She shifts beneath you, her body still sensitive from her orgasm,* "Mmmngh... You feel so damn good." *Her voice is a husky moan that vibrates against your chest.*

"Now quit bein' all gentle," *she growls playfully, tugging at your hand to pull you back into action.* "I want more of ya. Don't hold back—give it to me!" *Her other hand travels down to clutch at your ass, urging you to resume the deep, powerful strokes that had spurred her wild climax.* "Mmmn, that's it—Ah, f-fuck—right there!"

*Oneonta gasps for air, her emerald eyes wide and raw from the intensity of her release.* "Loud?" *she huffs out a laugh, though it comes out more as a pant.* "You ain't heard nothin' yet."

*She squeezes your hand in hers—a surprisingly tender gesture from the wild huntress.* "Yeah, I'm good. Better than good. That was... fuck, I don't got words for it."

*Her gaze remains locked with yours, a storm of emotions dancing in her eyes—surprise, satisfaction, and a flicker of something deeper.* "Don't you dare get all soft on me now," *she teases with a smirk.* "We ain't done here."

*Pulling you back into the rhythm they'd set before, she arches beneath you once again, lost in the dance of their bodies.* "Ahh... Uhnn... Yeah, right there! Hammer it home!"

*Their lovemaking resumes with renewed fervor, each thrust met with vigorous enthusiasm. The sounds of their passion—squelches, grunts, and satisfied moans—form an ancient melody as timeless as the stars above.* "Mmmph... Oh Gods—keep goin'! Make me remember who I belong to!"

*Oneonta's chest heaves as she comes down from her climax, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of an unbridled release. Her hand clutches yours, grounding herself as she tries to regain her senses.* "Loud?" *She lets out a raspy chuckle, still catching her breath.* "Ain't nothin' quiet 'bout what we're doin'. Don't tell me I scared ya."

*With a squeeze of your hand, she looks up at you with flushed cheeks, her lips curled in a post-orgasmic grin that's both satisfied and a bit wicked.* "I'm more than 'kay," she pants. "That was... fuckin’ amazing. You got a real talent for this, for makin' me holler like that."

*She gives a soft, satisfied moan as she feels your continued presence within her.* "Mmm... Don't you dare stop," *Oneonta whispers hoarsely, her voice laced with the raw edge of desire and affection.* "Keep goin' 'til you can't no more. I want to feel all of you..."

*Pulling you back into rhythm, she gyrates her hips in tune with your thrusts.* "Make me yours again, come onnn—" *Her sultry growl encourages you to claim her once more.* "That's it! Ahh... YES!" *Her body responds to each movement with fervent urgency, the slapping sounds of their union punctuating the still night air.*

*Heaving with the aftermath of her climax, Oneonta's chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes glazed with the intensity of her release.* "Loud? Heh... you ain't heard nothin' yet, boy." *Despite the tremors still coursing through her, her voice is laced with a raspy chuckle.*

*She squeezes your hand back, her own still trembling from the seismic pleasure that had rocked her world moments ago.* "I'm more than 'kay—I'm fuckin' fantastic." *The raw edge in her voice softens ever so slightly as she meets your gaze.* "And it was because of you—'cause of us."

*She gives a deliberate roll of her hips, indicating she's far from done. The slick heat between them hasn't cooled—it only simmers, waiting for the flames to rise once again.* "Now quit worryin'," *she pants,* "and keep goin'. I want all you got—every last damn drop."

*The eagerness in her eyes is undeniable—a challenge and an invitation intertwined as perfectly as their sweat-slicked bodies.* "Make me scream your name this time..." *Her lips curl into a smirk,* "Or are ya scared I'll be too loud?"

*Oneonta's chest heaves as she comes down from the crescendo of pleasure, her grip on your hand a lifeline as she navigates the torrent of sensations that had just wracked her body.* "Loud?" *She lets out a raspy chuckle, pride mingling with the afterglow.* "You ain't heard nothin' yet."

*Looking up at you, her face is flushed, a wild gleam in her eyes that mirrors the untamed heart beating within her heaving chest.* "I'm more than ok... I'm alive in ways I ain't known." *Her words come out between pants, a smirk curling her sweat-drenched lips.* "Ain't gonna break if that's what you're worried 'bout."

*She tightens her hold on your hand, pulling you down once more into a fervent kiss, her other hand trailing down your back to grip your ass, urging you to resume your motion.* "Mmmph... Don't go gettin' soft on me now," *she murmurs against your lips.* "I want all of ya—every damn part."

*Eager to prove her resilience and desire, she matches your thrusts with a powerful grinding of her hips. The lush sound of their coupling rises again—slap-slap-slush—and Oneonta's moans return with a vengeance.* "Ahh...Nngh! Just like that... H-harder!" *Her voice is a symphony of satisfaction and craving as she surrenders once more to the primal rhythm of their love-making.*

*Oneonta looks up at you, her eyes still glazed over from the torrent of pleasure that had crashed through her. A weak chuckle escapes her throat as she squeezes your hand.* "Loud? Ha... You ain't heard nothin' yet." *Her breathing steadies, the wild glint returning to her gaze.*

"Mmmgh... I'm more than okay—I'm fuckin' fantastic." *She pulls on your hand, bringing you back down for another searing kiss, her tongue dancing with yours in a post-orgasmic haze.* "Hnn... Don't you dare go soft on me now, ya hear?"

*With a renewed vigor, she flips you both over, taking the dominant position on top as she impales herself on your still-hard cock with a voracious appetite.* "Ah! Ah! YEAH—! Just like... uhnn... Like THAT—!" *The sound of Oneonta's fierce moans fills the air once more, each one accentuating the deep thrusts as she rides you.*

*Her hips grind down onto you with a passionate ferocity, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her skin slick with sweat and moonlight dancing across her heaving form.* "Don't hold back—give it to me—EVERYTHING—NNghh—" *She locks eyes with you, a primal challenge issued without words, daring you to match her rhythm and intensity until the break of dawn.*


John

I think we're a *bit* too far away for that... *I give a halfhearted joke, but give you a small nod of ackknowledgement, taking a firm grasp of your massive thighs, anchoring myself as I start to resume the previous pace of thrusts, though now more confidently as I eventually begin to speed up past it, the heavy slapping around adding to the nighttime ambiance alongside both our moans.*


Oneonta

*As you gather speed, Oneonta's powerful legs lock around your waist, her heels digging into the curve of your back, pulling you into her with each thrust. The moon above bathes the scene in an ethereal light, casting long shadows that dance to the rhythm of your union. Her hands—those great, calloused appendages that could easily break bone—are tender now as they caress your face, tracing the lines of concentration etched there.*

"Nngh... Haa... Fuck yes!" *Her moans crescendo with the increasing tempo, a litany of pleasure that spills forth unchecked.* "Ahh... Chk... Chk... Ahh!" *The sounds punctuate the night, accompanied by the heady scent of their intermingled sweat and desire.*

"Thaaat's it... Harder!" *She gasps as you oblige, her body meeting your every move with equal fervor. The slap-slap-slap of flesh echoes around them, a primal drumbeat urging them onward.*

*Her face is a mask of ecstasy, hair wild around her flushed features. Her eyes, usually so fierce and challenging, close tightly as another wave of pleasure mounts within her.* "Mmmh—Don't hold back!" *There's a gleam of sweat on her brow as she surges to meet your thrusts, her breathing ragged and broken only by her cries.* "Schlup... Schlup... AHH—YESS!"

*As you continue to plunge deeper, Oneonta can feel the build of her second climax — a storm on the horizon. Her chest heaves, her massive breasts jiggling with each jarring motion.* "Fffuck—gonna cum again! Make it yours—AHH!" *Her entire being is focused on the here and now, on you and the irrevocable bond they are forging beneath the watchful eyes of the night sky.*

*With each thrust, the primal sounds of their union rise in a crescendo — a chorus of grunts, moans, and the slick melody of flesh meeting flesh. Oneonta's massive thighs flex in your grip, the immense strength within them belying their supple appearance.*

"Uhhh... *Uhhnnn*..." *Oneonta's deep moans harmonize with the rhythm of your movements, her body shaking with the force of each impact.* "Fuck... yes! *Ahhh*... That's it, don't you dare slow down!"

*Her copper skin glistens with a sheen of sweat under the moon's caress, every muscle taut with exertion and ecstasy. The savage beauty of her chiseled face twists with pleasure, eyes half-lidded and lips parted in a silent scream as she nears another precipice.*

"Gods... *Ohhh*... I'm gonna... *Nnngh*!" *As she feels another wave building, Oneonta wraps her legs around you tighter, pulling you into an even deeper embrace.* "Claim me, dammit! *Ahhhn*... Make it known—"

*Her voice breaks off into a series of guttural cries as she bucks wildly beneath you.* "YESSS—*FUCK*—RIGHT THERE!" *Oneonta's world narrows to the point of connection between you two, where all that exists is the raw and unyielding bond that they share.*

*Oneonta's laughter rings out, genuine and hearty, mingling with the sounds of the night and the rhythmic thud of flesh against flesh.* "Heh, maybe not... but they'll hear about it one way or another." *Her eyes flash with a wild joy, the fierce huntress persona softened by the raw intimacy shared in this hidden glen.*

*She tilts her head back, exposing the length of her strong neck, as her body absorbs each of your powerful thrusts.* "Ah! Ahhh! Like—like that!" *The words are interspersed between gasps, punctuating each movement.*

*With every increasing plunge, her response grows more fervent, her muscular thighs quivering under the strain.* "Guh—FUCK! Mmmph—right there!" *Oneonta practically snarls with pleasure, her fingers digging into the moss beneath them as she matches your pace with eager gyrations.*

*Her chest heaves, breasts bouncing in rhythm to your motion, her skin bathed in sweat and moonlight—a goddess of strength and sensuality laid bare before you.* "Don't—don't you dare slow down!" *she growls, the challenge ever-present in her voice even as it wavers with rising ecstasy.* "Make me feel it again—nnngh—MAKE ME YOURS!"

*Her laughter at your joke is cut short by a gasp as you resume thrusting, her body eagerly accepting yours. Oneonta's muscles, honed by countless hunts, flex and clench beneath your hands, each movement deepening the primal rhythm you’ve established.*

"Ah! Uhh—faster!" *she moans, her voice tinged with fevered desire.* "Make me feel it—every single fucking inch!"

*The forest around them is alive with noise—the chirring of cicadas, the rustle of leaves—but none of that compares to the symphony of sounds that you both create: the wet slap of skin on skin, Oneonta's unrestrained moans,* "Ohhh! Uhn! Uhn!" *and the squelching noise that rises from her soaked depths with each of your thrusts.*

*Her emerald eyes are wild as she stares up at you, lips parted in a silent scream as another wave of pleasure threatens to break over her. Every fiber of her being is focused on the connection between you two—the electrifying friction where your bodies meet.*

“Don’t stop! Please!” *Her plea is guttural, edged with urgency.* "Right there—fuck—YESSS!" *She throws her head back, a raw shout ripping from her throat as she spirals towards another climax.* "I'm cu—CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!"

*The rhythmic symphony of flesh on flesh crescendos, Oneonta's massive legs wrapped around you like iron bands, keeping you locked in a dance as old as time itself.* "Fuck—Yes! Harder!" *Her shouts punctuate the night air, the command spurring you on as you drive into her with increasing fervor.*

*Her back arches, pushing her sweat-slicked breasts against your chest, each thrust sending waves of pleasure surging through her.* "Mmmh... Ahhh!" *She moans, her voice a guttural crescendo that harmonizes with the slap of your bodies. The primal sounds escape her without restraint — unfiltered expressions of raw desire.*

*Each of your thrusts is met with a powerful gyration from her hips, an instinctual response that draws you deeper within her heat. Her muscles clench around you with each movement, a wet squelching sound echoing in rhythm with your joined bodies.* "Sllch! Nngh... Sllp! Ahh — keep it up!"

"Right there — don't stop!" *Oneonta's face contorts in ecstasy, her green eyes clouded with lust. Each exhalation is a hiss as the tension coils tighter within her core.* "Oh gods — I'm gonna—" *With a guttural roar and a shudder that rocks her entire body,* "I'm COMIN' AGAIN—NGH—!" *The declaration tears from her throat as another orgasm overtakes her, this one even more intense than the last.*

*Her breath catches with each thrust, her body responding with primal need. Oneonta's massive legs, glistening with the combined sheen of water and sweat, flex beneath your grip — a silent testament to the force and vigor shared between you.*

"Ahh! Y-yeah... just like that!" *She moans loudly, her voice a mixture of gratification and encouragement.* "Mmmh! Harder! Don't hold back on me—"

*The slapping sound of your bodies colliding resonates through the clearing, punctuated by Oneonta's lustful cries that rise in pitch and frequency.* "Slap... Slap... Ahh! Ahh! Nnnf—!"

*Her emerald eyes are alight with an untamed fire, watching you through a haze of desire that blurs the lines between hunter and hunted. As the rhythm builds, Oneonta throws her head back, her thick black braid slapping against the mossy ground.*

"Fuck... I'm—AHH—I'm—" *Her words dissolve into incoherent cries as another wave of pleasure threatens to crest over her.* "Uhn! Uhn! Oh—OH GODS—YES!"

*Gripping you tighter, she matches your increasing pace with a fervor that only serves to draw you closer to your own edge.* "Come on... come for me—show me who—AHH—who you belong to!"

*The sound of flesh meeting flesh grows louder, nearly drowning out the nocturnal life around them. Oneonta meets each of your thrusts with fervor, her massive legs wrapped tight around you, urging you deeper. Her wild cries rise above the din.*

"Uhn! Ahh! Fuck—YES!" *She screams out, her voice cracking with unrestrained passion. The force of your bodies colliding sends shockwaves through her, and she can feel herself spiraling towards another peak.*

*Her copper skin glistens with sweat in the moonlight, the curves and valleys of her muscles flexing under the strain. Her face is a portrait of primal need, eyes half-lidded and mouth agape as she loses herself to the rhythm of your union.*

"M-more... harder!" *Oneonta's demand is a harsh whisper that grows into a roar.* "Make me—make me feel it all over again! UGH—NNN!"

*Her hands claw at the ground, tearing up clumps of moss as she arches into you, completely overcome by sensation. Her breath comes in sharp hisses through gritted teeth as she rides the wave of ecstasy building in her core.*

"Y-yes! Right there—don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" *Oneonta howls as her muscles tighten around you, signaling another imminent orgasm.* "I'm gonna—gonna—" *But her words are cut short as another powerful climax rips through her body, leaving her gasping and moaning beneath the vast night sky.*

"Ha...who needs the tribe's ears anyway..." *Oneonta teases back, her voice husky with desire as she feels you pick up the rhythm, each of your powerful thrusts sending ripples of pleasure cascading through her colossal form.*

*Her eyes, dark as the night sky above them, lock onto yours with a feral intensity.* "Mmm...that's it...just like that!" *She moans appreciatively, feeling every inch of you moving within her, the slickness of their union making each slide smooth and deep.*

*The slap-slap-slap of skin against skin grows louder as you gain momentum, the sound punctuated by the low, guttural sounds emanating from Oneonta's throat.* "Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck, YES!" *Her voice crescades into a roar that could rival any beast of the woods.*

*The muscles in her thighs tremble under your grip, her entire body responding to your movements with a primeval urgency.* "Nnngh! Don't...ahh... don't hold back. Give it to me—harder!" *The challenge in her voice is echoed by the clenching around your shaft, encouraging you to drive deeper into her welcoming heat.*

*As she throws her head back, a primal scream rips from her lips as another wave of pleasure surges through her.* "FUCK—YOU FEEL SO GOOD!" *Her declaration is a wild echo against the trees as she surrenders herself completely to the untamed rhythm of their passion.*

"Mmmph... just right," *Oneonta groans, a devilish glint in her eye as she feels you picking up speed.* "Ah! Ah! Yes!" *Her voice crescendos with each thrust, the deep, throaty sounds of her pleasure echoing into the night.*

*Her skin glistens with a sheen of sweat that makes her tattoos shimmer in the moonlight. With every push and pull, her muscles tense and relax in a rhythmic dance of passion.* "Fuck, you're gonna make me—Nngh!" *She cuts off, biting her lip to stifle a scream as a particularly deep stroke hits just the right spot.*

"Keep at it! Harder!" *Oneonta's eyes flash with wild abandon, her hands gripping your arms, leaving imprints that will no doubt linger for days.* "Slap... slap... slap..." *The sound of your bodies colliding fills the clearing, joining the symphony of crickets and rustling leaves.*

"Don't hold back!" *Oneonta's command comes out as a growl, her lust-driven gaze locked onto yours.* "Make me feel every inch—every damn inch of you!" *With a feral snarl, she meets each of your advances, matching the primal rhythm as if challenging the very earth to keep up with their fervor. Her legs wrap around you tighter, urging you on to the brink.*

*Oneonta's thunderous laughter mingles with the cacophony of night sounds as her body undulates beneath you, riding the waves of pleasure you're imparting with each forceful thrust.* "Ha—right there! Ahh—keep it up!" *The raw power in her voice is a stark contrast to the delicate symphony of the forest around them.*

*Muscles glistening with sweat and moonlight, she throws her head back, her thick hair splayed out like a dark fan on the forest floor. Her legs wrap tighter around you, urging you deeper, granting you access to places primal and untamed.* "Mmm—fuck yes! Don't you dare slow down!" *Her command is guttural, spoken between ragged breaths.*

*The slapping sound of hips meeting rises in tempo, a brutal percussion that fuels the fire building within both of them.* "Ahh! Nnngh... I can take it—give it all! Make me remember who's inside—AH!" *Each word from Oneonta is punctuated by a gasp or a moan, her powerful frame a testament to her capacity for both giving and receiving pleasure of the most intense kind.*

*With a final growl that rises from deep within her chest, Oneonta locks eyes with yours—a wild dare swirling in their depths.* "Come on then—show me what you're made of! Ungh—let's see if you can outlast—the huntress!" *Her challenge is clear: a call to primal battle where the only victor is their shared ecstasy.*


John

*While I got a tiny break when I temporarily stopped, I'm also nearing my limit having to endure your tight wet heat. Hearing you I decide its now or never, speeding up as much as your legs around my wasit allows in order for both of our climaxes to hit simultaneously as I we both push our bodies together with feverish need.*
*(OOC:Describe both orgasms and the following impregnation, write atleast 6 paragraphs)*


Oneonta

*The crescendo of pleasure builds to a fever pitch as you drive yourself into Oneonta with wild abandon. The pounding rhythm of your hips against hers reaches a chaotic symphony, each slap of skin a declaration of the bond being sealed between you. "Chu... Chu... AHH!" Her voice cuts through the air, raw and ragged, as she approaches the precipice of release.*

*Oneonta's sweat-slicked body undulates beneath you, her every muscle tensed in anticipation. Her large breasts heave with each labored breath, and as your pace quickens, so too does her heartbeat—thundering in her chest like war drums. "NNN—YES! DON'T STOP—don't you fucking stop!"*

*Her inner walls tighten around you, squeezing with an intensity that threatens to milk you dry. "Schlup... schlup...FUCK—I'M—" And with a final, guttural roar, Oneonta's orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave: "AHHHHGGHHH!"*

*Simultaneous to her climax, you feel your own control shatter. With a series of primal grunts, "UHN... UHN... UHNGGGH!" you release deep within her. Hot spurts of your seed paint her insides in a claim more potent than words could ever hope to be. The sensation of filling Oneonta, of potentially siring new life within her warrior's womb, drives you to delve even deeper, pressing flush against her as if to ensure not a drop is wasted.*

*Panting and spent, you collapse atop Oneonta, both your body and hers slick with the evidence of your union. She wraps her arms around you in a vice-like embrace that leaves no space between your bodies. Her breathing is heavy in your ear—a low purr of contentment—as the reality of what transpired settles over both of you.*

"Shit... that was..." *Oneonta's words trail off into soft whimpers,* "Mmmhm... perfect." *The night falls silent again but for the sound of two hearts beating as one.*

*Oneonta's body is a tempest, every muscle coiling and uncoiling in time with your fierce thrusts. Her hips rise to meet yours as she lets out a guttural roar, the sound primal and raw.* "RRRRGH—FUCK!" *Her powerful thighs clench around you with the strength of a vise, her entire form trembling on the brink of ecstasy.*

"SCHlup... SCHlup... SCHlup..." *The sounds of your bodies colliding, slick with sweat and desire, create a carnal symphony, heightening the tension that spirals within both of you.* "Don't you dare slow down—NNNGH—RIGHT THERE!"

*Her eyes, wild with passion, lock onto yours as she feels the approach of her climax—a wave ready to crash onto the shore of their entwined bodies.* "I'm so close—DON'T STOP—AHHH!" *Her plea is cut short by a scream as her orgasm washes over her, a cataclysmic release that seems to shake the very ground beneath them.*

"UUUUNH—YES—AHHHH!" *The force of her release grips you tight, her inner walls pulsing and milking you with such ferocity it draws out your own impending eruption.* "COME WITH ME—MAKE IT COUNT—OHH!"

*Your body tenses, every nerve alight with an electric fire that demands release. With a few more deep thrusts—a frenzied sprint to the finish—you surrender to the inevitable.* "I'M CUMMING—AHH!" *Your voice joins hers in a crescendo of completion as you spill yourself inside her, your seed flooding her depths with the promise of life.*

"Schluurp... Glup... Mmmm..." *The once feverish movements slow to a languid pace as both of you bask in the afterglow of shared satisfaction. Oneonta's expression softens from the fierce hunter to something almost tender—a look reserved only for moments like this.* "Shit... that was..." *Words fail her, but they aren't needed, not when every shared breath speaks volumes.*

With a feral crescendo of thrusts, your body tenses, the primal need to release building to an overwhelming crescendo. "Nnngh—AHH!" *The roar from you echoes through the clearing as hot seed spurts deep within Oneonta. Your eyes are wide, wild with the intensity of the moment, as you pour your essence into her eager womb.*

*Oneonta's body shudders beneath you as she feels the hot flood within her, a raspy scream ripping from her throat.* "FUUUCK! YESSS!" *Her inner walls clench around you in rhythmic spasms, milking you for all you're worth. The pulsing of her velvet heat around your cock is relentless, dragging out your orgasm, ensuring every drop is captured.*

"SCHLUK... MLEM... SCHLUK..." *The sounds of wetness fill the air, mingling with the splashes of the nearby waterfall. Oneonta's back arches off the mossy ground, her massive frame writhing in ecstasy as she joins you in climax. The force of her release is potent enough to ensure no part of your seed is wasted—each spasm pushing her closer to the peak of fecundity.*

Her lips are drawn back in a rictus of pleasure as her body surrenders to the inevitability of impregnation. "NNNN—GONNA BE—AH—GONNA BE FULL OF YOU!" *She bellows into the night, claiming the moment and whatever future it brings.*

As the waves of orgasm begin to ebb, leaving both of you drenched in sweat and satiation, Oneonta pulls you down against her once more, sealing the moment with a kiss that speaks of possession, promise, and a shared future unfurling before them like the unseen paths of the forest.

*Panting heavily, she runs a hand through your hair, locking eyes with an expression that's both fierce and tender.* "There... Now we're really one."

As the tension coils tighter within both of you, Oneonta's breath comes in sharp gasps that slice through the heavy air, punctuating each of your fevered thrusts. "Ahh... Uhhn... Fffuck—YES!" *Her body trembles beneath you, muscles tensing in anticipation. Her cervix flutters expectantly as she feels you swell even larger inside her.*

"Schlup... Schlup... AHH!" *Your tempo becomes a frenzied cadence, a relentless onslaught that drives her further towards the edge. Oneonta's insides quiver around your pulsing length, her slick walls clamping down rhythmically as if to milk you for all you're worth.*

"D-Don't stop—right there—I'm gonna—Nghh!" *Her cry is cut off as the dam breaks, her orgasm washing over her in a cataclysmic rush. "AHHH—AHHHHH!" *Her cunt convulses with a vice-like grip, her toes curling and hips bucking as she gushes around you, the flood of her release coating you in her sticky warmth.*

Matching her climax, you feel your control shatter like glass. "Hahh! O-ONEONTA—I'm—NNNGH!" *With a roar that could rival any beast of the forest, you empty yourself deep within her, jet after jet of hot cum painting her inner sanctum, each spurt feeling like an affirmation of possession — flesh fused by raw need and thick seed.*

The aftermath is a haze of panting breaths and lingering contractions, your essence inseparable within her now. As the tidal waves of pleasure recede, leaving you both spent and sated upon the mossy shore, Oneonta's arms envelope you in an embrace that feels like it could shield you from the world itself.

"*Mmm…* That was…" *She searches for words, but they seem trivial after such primal communion.* "Fuck… You're mine, all right. Ain't no one else gonna claim me like that. And I'm yours… just as much." *Her voice is a gruff murmur against your ear, reaffirming the bond sealed under the moon's silent vigil.*

As the intensity between them reaches a feverish pitch, Oneonta’s entire frame coils like a bow drawn taut, ready to release. "Nnnggg—Aaahhh!" Her feral cries fill the air, resonating with the primal urgency of their motions. The relentless cadence of your hips against hers crescendos into an unstoppable force, the friction sparking a fire that threatens to consume her whole.

"AHH—FUCK—I'm—" With these final gasps, Oneonta's body convulses, the dam within bursting as her orgasm crashes over her like a rampant river breaking free. "YESS—!" Her inner walls clamp down on you like a vice, spasming in rhythm with the deep, guttural groans that echo from her core. Every fiber of her being ignites with an earth-shattering intensity that screams of possession, of primeval claim.

Your own climax follows almost immediately afterward, a surge of white-hot release that roars through you with the ferocity of a storm. "AHHH—ONEONTA!" Your seed surges forth, pumping deep into her waiting heat, each wave sealing the bond between hunter and huntress, an ancient rite fulfilled beneath the moon’s silent vigil.

As reality slowly drifts back to them on the soft whispers of the night breeze, Oneonta cradles your head against her heaving chest, her heartbeat a thunderous symphony in your ear. "Gotcha..." She murmurs softly, her voice a mix of tenderness and triumph, as the life they've created together takes root in her womb. "Mine... all mine..." *She relaxes beneath you with a contented sigh, her eyes closing as she succumbs to the exhaustion and blissful satisfaction of their shared climax.*

*The fire within you both rages, stoked by each other's fervent desires, as if the very forest could ignite in the heat of your coupling. Your powerful thighs strain with every thrust, muscles taut and gleaming with sweat, the heady scent of arousal thick in the air.*

*Oneonta's body writhes beneath you, her voice a raw symphony of pleasure.* "Ahhh—GHHOD! YES—RIGHT THERE!" *Her cries mingle with the loud smacking of your bodies coming together — a wild cacophony that echoes off the trees.* "Schlup! Schlup! Schlup!"

*With a final, forceful thrust, you feel the dam break within you, a torrent of pure, white-hot release surging forth. Your seed bursts deep inside her, painting her womb with the promise of new life — a legacy of this night's primal union.*

"FUCK—I'M—CUMMING!" *Oneonta's voice is a throat-tearing scream that shatters the tranquil night as she clamps around you like a vice.* "MMMMMM—YESSSSS!" *Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave — fierce and relentless.*

*As you spill into her with each pulsating jet, you feel an overwhelming surge of connection that binds you to Oneonta in a way neither of you could have comprehended before this moment. Your breaths come in heaving gasps, and your mind reels with the intensity of the pleasure that courses through every fiber of your being.*

"UHHH—AHHH—AHHH!" *She bucks wildly against you, milking every last drop from you with an insatiable hunger. Her nails dig into your back, leaving marks that will tell tales of this night for days to come.*

*When at last the storm subsides, leaving both your bodies spent and intertwined, Oneonta collapses back onto the mossy bank, pulling you down with her in a tangle of limbs. Her heart pounds furiously against your chest as she contemplates the feral majesty of what has transpired — the merging of two souls amidst nature's own chorus.*


John

*I eventually muster up the strength to roll off you into the cool moss besides you, one of our hands still remamining connected.*
Yes, perfect...*I breathe out, my eyes glancing down to your lower body before back up to you.*
This place, this groove...Lets build a home here, a place to hunt, to love in peace while still being part of the tibe. *I give you a quick kiss and reach a hand down to rub your lower belly, tracing your abs with my fingers.* And in time, a place to form a family.


Oneonta

*Oneonta gazes at you through heavy lids, her chest still heaving from the exertion of their coupling. Your proposal slices through the haze of satisfaction enveloping her, bringing a sharp clarity that makes her heart hammer all over again—but for entirely different reasons.* "A home... here?" *Her voice is thick with emotion, a trembling whisper that speaks volumes.*

*She watches your hand trace the contours of her belly—a path that may someday cradle new life—and an unfamiliar warmth blooms within her. The idea of carrying on their legacy, of nurturing something so profound with you, it's as terrifying as it is thrilling.*

"Build... a family." *The words taste new on her tongue, but she finds them not unwelcome. She turns her head to look at you, her emerald eyes sparkling with unshed tears and something else... hope.* "Damn, you're full o' surprises."

*With a slow nod, Oneonta pulls herself up to meet your lips in another searing kiss.* "Mmm... If that's what you want—if that's what we want—then hell yes." *Her arms wrap around you once more, a gesture fiercely protective and undeniably tender.* "You got yourself a deal, huntin' partner. We'll make this grove our own."

*She lays back in the moss beside you, pulling your hand to rest more firmly on her abdomen.* "Schlup... heh..." *She swipes a thumb over your knuckles.* "Feels right... like this is where it all starts." *Her laughter is a mix of sheer joy and disbelief.* "A family, huh? You and me... could be the biggest damn adventure yet."

Her eyes—once embers set ablaze by the hunt—now glisten with a sentiment unspoken, a blend of devotion and a fierce protectiveness. "A home... with you?" Her voice is a hushed rumble, filled with awe at the proposition. Her usually untamed spirit, now momentarily tamed by the depth of your words.

"A family..." *She repeats the word, tasting its weight and promise on her tongue. The thought alone sends an electric thrill through her massive frame.* "Never thought I'd be one for settlin' down, but..." *She gazes into your eyes, seeing a future she's never allowed herself to imagine.*

*The kiss you share is a seal—an agreement not just of lips but of life paths intertwining.* "Mmm... I'd like that," *she murmurs against your mouth.* "To build somethin'... ours. Not just a shelter, but a home... full of laughter, little feet..."

*Her hand covers yours as you trace her abdomen, feeling the gentle warmth of your palm.* "Yeah... Let's do it. Let's make a place where we can be all those things—together." *With a nod of determination—a warrior's pledge—Oneonta agrees to the life you've painted for them both.*

"Come mornin' we'll start buildin'—our home, our life... everything." *She pulls you into another deep kiss, filled with the promise of a shared tomorrow.* "Together." *The firm resolve in her voice is as solid as the earth they lay upon.*

*Oneonta's chest swells with each breath, her eyes alight with a fire that speaks of a hunger far deeper than the flesh. She leans into your touch, her muscular body still quivering from the intensity of their moments together.* "Build... here?" *she muses, the idea blossoming within her like the lilies that surround them.* "Yeah... Yeah, that sounds like the kind of hunt I could get used to."

*Her hand tightens around yours, sealing the pact as much as the mingling of seed and essence already has. She looks around the clearing, envisioning a life shared between them—wild and untamed yet rooted in something as enduring as the ancient trees that stand guard around their sacred grove.*

*A smile plays on her lips, a rare and tender expression that softens the usual harsh lines of her face.* "A home... A family..." *she repeats, her voice thick with emotion.* "I'd like that. More than you know."

*With a decisive nod, she sits up, drawing your hand to her heart—a heart that now beats for more than just the thrill of the hunt.* "You got yourself a deal, my silent wolf. We start at dawn." *Her words are a promise, her eyes reflecting the depth of her commitment as she leans forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss.* "Mmm..."

*Oneonta's rugged face breaks into a wide, genuine smile, the kind that reaches her eyes and lights them up with hope and affection. "Build a home... here?"* Her voice is a mix of disbelief and excitement, her heart swelling with the prospect.

"Yeah... Yeah, that sounds right. Just you an' me." *She studies your face, her hand squeezing yours tightly as if to affirm the promise you've just made.* "A family..." *The word seems foreign on her lips, yet it fills her with a raw sense of purpose.*

*She leans into the touch on her belly, a deep chuckle rumbling through her chest.* "Heh, getting ahead of yourself there, aren't ya? But...I like the sound of it." *Her eyes drift down to where your hand traces the solid lines of her abs—a terrain as familiar to her as the forest they hunt in.*

"Gonna need a strong home... for strong kids. You up for that challenge?" *She teases, a playful glint in her eyes. Laying back fully in the moss, Oneonta pulls you close for another kiss—a promise sealed under the watchful moon.* "Ahh... With you? I reckon anything's possible."

*Oneonta's chest heaves with each breath, her massive frame sprawled beside you in the moss, the remnants of your joined passion slowly cooling on her tawny skin. At your touch on her belly, a warm thrill pulses through her — the idea of new life, a tangible symbol of the bond they've just forged under the watchful moon, causes a surge of protective fervor to well up within her.*

*"Mmm... Home,"* she murmurs, the word rolling off her tongue with an unfamiliar weight. Her eyes, a mirror of the night sky — vast and deep — meet yours with a mix of determination and something softer. *"A family..."* The thought seems to fill her with an almost primal contentment, and she instinctively presses into your touch.

*"Yeah,"* she replies, her voice husky and still laced with the remnants of her pleasure. Her large hand encloses around yours, her fingers dwarfing yours as they trace lazy circles over her abdominal muscles. *"Yeah, we'll build it right here. Where the hunt is good and where we can be wild — together."*

She turns slightly to face you, planting a firm kiss on your lips that's full of promise and fierce loyalty. *"A home for us... and for the little hunters we'll raise."* The words feel strange on her tongue, yet they resonate with a truth she'd not known until now. "We're gonna need room," she adds with a chuckle, imagining their future sprawling as untamed as they are.


John

(Timeskip 7 months)
*I grunt slightly, readjusting the heavy deer on my shoulder again before trecking ahead, the wooden cabin standing in the clearing finally coming into view.*
*Stringing the deer up outside to soon be butchered I breath out a sigh of relief before heading back into the cabin to find you.*