The initiation.
This semester, we’re doing it differently. It’s not about the hunt like the last one.
It’s not about who gets to strike as many participants as possible. No.
This year’s initiation theme is much more interesting.
What’s better than hunting? Hunting a specific target.
I came up with this plan, and Killian agreed right away because it gives him a chance to go after Glyndon.
Nikolai was all in for the fun. White, too.
The only reluctant one was Gareth, but we beat him four to one.
The rules are simple. All participants need to run, but only we know who the targets are. Sadly for them, there will be no winners and no new admissions to the club, but the participants don’t know that.
Then again, we never did initiations to have new members. It was a mere showcase of power.
Aside from our designatedX, we don’t have to eliminate the others unless we want to. Nikolai and White certainly will.
I won’t.
I came up with this whole game so I can hunther.
My target.
My prey.
My steps are inaudible as I stalk her from behind the bushes. My Cecily is wearing a denim dress and tennis shoes today. Her silver hair is gathered in a ponytail, and her white mask is strapped tightly around her face.
She knows she’s my prey.
She’s walking carefully, like any prey would.
But what she doesn’t know is that no matter how careful she is, she’ll fall straight into my trap.
I mirror her movements and she pauses, probably having sensed me. She’s become so good at that lately. So fucking perfect at taking my depravity and enjoying it.
She even asks for it now, like a good little girl.
My cock hardens as I stalk behind her. I can see the exact moment she feels me on her.
Her scent, water lilies and damnation, floods my nostrils.
I’m so close to touching her, but she darts out of reach, and usually, I’d let her run. I’d play with her, give her hope, only to snatch it, but I’m too hungry for her today.
Too impatient.
I grab her by the back of the neck, and she squeals when I all but lift her off the ground and push her front against the tree.
Cecily tries to fight me, scratching and clawing. Her struggles intensify when she stares back at my mask, but it’s useless.
I yank her dress up to her waist and groan when I find her naked underneath. My fingers slide over her slick heat, and my groan turns into a feral grunt. “I love it when you’re wet for me.”
She bucks against my hand, but I’m not in the mood for foreplay. After a few savage strokes, I pull out my hard cock and thrust into her cunt from behind. My groin hits the pillowy soft skin of her ass and I grab her by the hip to keep her in place.
Cecily moans, goes on her tiptoes, and slaps both her palms on the tree for balance. I pull away her mask so I can see her features and how she looks at me.