The camp crackled and popped around them, flames licking at canvas tents and wooden crates while thick black smoke clawed at the sky. Daylight washed everything in harsh white, making the blood on the ground look almost black. Eto stood over the translator, chest heaving, eyes wild with months of silence and hunger. His matted hair hung in his face. Dirt streaked his skin. He smelled like smoke and sweat and raw need.
"Take it off," he rasped. The words came out thick, almost broken. He hadn't spoken in so long his throat fought every syllable.
The redhead's hands trembled at the hem of her shirt. She swallowed hard, glancing at the bodies scattered around them. Slowly she peeled the fabric upward, revealing pale skin dotted with freckles across her collarbones. She hesitated, then pulled it over her head and let it fall. Her C-cup breasts rose and fell with quick breaths, nipples tightening in the open air.
Eto's gaze locked on them. He stepped closer, one filthy finger lifting to press against the soft swell of her left breast. He pushed in, watching the flesh yield, then dragged the fingertip across to her nipple. He circled it once, then pressed down, testing the give of the pink bud. A low sound rumbled in his chest.
"Keep going," he muttered.
She unbuttoned her pants next, pushing them down her hips inch by inch. The red curls between her legs came into view, matching the long curly hair that tumbled over her shoulders. She stepped out of the fabric and stood naked, arms half-raised as if unsure whether to cover herself.
Eto's cock twitched inside his ragged pants. He watched her body like a starving man seeing food for the first time. His finger trailed down from her breast, over the flat of her stomach, and lower. He parted the red curls with two fingers and slid one inside her. She was warm, tight, and he pressed deeper, exploring the slick channel with slow curiosity.
Her voice came out shaky. "Please... be gentle."
He didn't answer. His cock was already straining against the fabric, growing thicker, longer, the outline pressing obscenely forward. Eight months without touch had left him feral, and the sight of her pale skin and red hair pushed him past reason.
He shoved her shoulders. She stumbled backward and fell onto the dirt, legs splayed. The impact knocked a small cry from her throat. Eto loomed over her, his feral face twisted with hunger, and she shrank back, eyes wide.
His hands went to his waistband. He shoved his pants down and his cock sprang free, twelve inches of thick, veined flesh bobbing heavy between his legs. The translator's eyes went wide. A strangled sound escaped her before she could stop it.
Eto dropped to his knees between her thighs. He gripped his cock at the base and dragged the swollen head along her slit, coating it in her wetness. She shook her head, tears already brimming.
"Please," she whispered in Keth, voice cracking. "Be gentle. I don't want to die."
He pressed forward. The fat head breached her entrance, stretching her open. She gasped, body going rigid. He pushed another few inches, meeting the thin resistance of her hymen, then thrust past it. Her breath hitched into a sob. Blood welled around his shaft and trickled down his length.
She was too tight. He could only get halfway before her walls clamped down like a fist. He pulled out slowly, watching the mix of blood and slick coat his cock, then drove back in. She cried out, a broken moan that made his hips jerk forward on instinct.
Something animal snapped inside him. He gripped her shoulders, pinning her to the dirt, and began to fuck her in short, brutal strokes that never quite buried him to the hilt. Each thrust punched a pained sound from her throat. Tears streamed down her freckled cheeks. He growled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he used her body.
Her pussy fluttered and squeezed around him, trying to push him out, but he kept driving in, ignoring the way she shook. The camp fire roared behind them, sparks drifting overhead. He fucked her harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with her crying moans.
His balls tightened. He slammed in as deep as she could take and roared, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. The hot flood made her sob louder. He didn't pull out. His hips kept moving, using his own seed as slick, fucking her through the aftershocks and straight into the next round.
Faster now. Deeper. The translator's face twisted in pain with every thrust, but Eto only growled and held her down, lost in the wet heat of her cunt and the months of pent-up need finally breaking free. The translator stayed on her back, legs shaking, cum leaking from her stretched cunt in thick white strings. Eto never pulled out completely.
He kept his cock buried halfway, using the mess he had already pumped into her to slide easier. His hips rolled forward again, driving through the slick mixture of blood and seed. Each thrust forced another wet sound from her body. Her walls fluttered around him, still too tight, still trying to push him out, but he kept pushing deeper with every stroke. Her breasts bounced with the force of it, nipples hard from the open air and the rough ground scraping her back.
He fucked her through the second round without slowing. The wet slap of his balls against her ass grew louder as his cum made everything slicker. He leaned over her, one hand planted beside her head, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. His cock thickened inside her, swelling again as the need built. She turned her face away, eyes squeezed shut, but her body kept taking him, forced open inch by inch.
When he came the second time he drove in as far as her cunt would allow and stayed there. His cock jerked, pulsing long, heavy ropes straight into her already flooded womb. The hot flood made her arch and whimper, fresh tears spilling down her temples. He kept thrusting through it, using the new load to push even deeper on the next stroke.
Before the last spurt finished he pulled out. Thick strings of cum stretched between his cock and her swollen pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. She landed on her hands and knees, red curls falling over her face, ass raised. He kicked her knees wider, lined up behind her, and slammed back in from behind.
The new angle let him sink farther. His cock drove past the halfway mark she had taken before, the fat head pressing against the deepest part of her. She choked on a sound, fingers clawing at the dirt. He gripped her waist with both hands and started fucking her in hard, steady strokes that buried him deeper with every thrust. The wet squelch of his previous loads being pushed out around his shaft mixed with the crackle of the burning camp. He kept going, hips snapping forward, using her body to chase the next release while the daylight burned overhead.