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The hunter had, in fact, been looking for monsters, so there's not much use in him complaining now that there's one standing over him.
To be fair to him, he hadn't been seeking out a monster to pin him to the forest floor and look him up and down with a hungry expression; he'd been on a hunting trip, after all. Regardless, the monster that found him is making it very clear that it's the one in charge here, already having scattered his equipment - and his clothing - too far away for him to reach.
It's almost feline, but not quite, semi-leonine with eyes too intelligent for it to be fully animal. Its fur is dark and thick, sporting gray highlights and an odd ruff of spikes around the neck. Its paws are heavy on his shoulders, too heavy for him to even consider fighting back a viable option. He can tell, just by its weight and how it handles itself, that this thing has the upper hand. Still, he's not as afraid as he feels like he should be.
The cat leans down, as though to inspect its prey more closely. Then, it seems to decide that the hunter is suitable for its desires, and a satisfied look crosses its face for a moment before it crouches over the hunter's vulnerable form. With a single back leg, it nudges one of his knees away from the other, and a growl makes its directions very clear. The hunter sees no other option but to separate his thighs; further motions from the cat, somewhat awkward but clear nonetheless, tell him that it wants him to wrap his legs around its body. He obeys.
The cat makes a satisfied sound, oddly high-pitched for a beast of its caliber. The hunter, suspicious of the cat's intentions, simply waits for something new to happen. He's relieved that it's not planning to eat him - at least, not right away - but he doesn't know if its current motives are at all reassuring. Maybe it thinks eating another sentient creature is repugnant in the same way most humans do. He hopes so.
When something warm, slick, and unfamiliar rubs up against his naked body, however, he wonders if it chose him specifically because it knows he can tell what's going on.
The cat shifts its hips from side to side, seeking out its now-obvious target. Abruptly, it finds what it's looking for, and sinks into the hunter's body with no further preamble. Unprepared, the hunter gasps, then groans in pain as the monster's cock stretches him open. It's bigger than he thought it would be, based on the size of the thing using it, and the fact that he's not at all wet or warmed up makes every movement painful as the cat forces its way deeper. He can feel it spreading his walls, larger than anything he's taken before, and fear rises in his chest - how violent is this thing planning to be with him? Would being eaten have been preferable after all?
The cat doesn't give him any time to decide, relentlessly stuffing him full with its cock. He can tell it's frustrated, as though it has to move more slowly than it wants. The hunter bitterly congratulates the cat in his head. Too big for its own good, he supposes. Some humans he knows would probably be offended by the very notion of a creature with a cock bigger than theirs. Luckily for both parties, the hunter's body is responding to the stimulation, as much as he doesn't want it; his cunt is getting wetter by the second, finally easing the cat's way inside. Now it doesn't hurt as much for him, and the cat's impatience is satiated when its hips meet skin.
It purrs, satisfied, pausing there for just a moment to relish its new claim. Then, it pulls back, and the hunter suddenly finds out that being eaten might not have been a much different experience, in terms of pain - there are spines , a tough ring of short protrusions around the base of the head, facing towards the cat's body. They tug against the walls of his cunt as the cat pulls back, and there's a moment of relief when it pushes forward - but the cycle starts all over when it pulls back again, more slowly this time, as though it's enjoying the effect it has on him. Unwilling tears well up in the hunter's eyes as the cat sets its pace, steady, slow. He gets the feeling that part of its pleasure is seeing exactly how much pain it can put him in.
Its eyes burn with hunger as it watches the way he twitches and gasps, groaning in increasing agony as his body is subject to the harsh presence of something so clearly not designed for the human form. Maybe that's the point. The cat wants to fuck a human, specifically because it knows that humans struggle to accept it as a presence. Its cock causes pain, and it enjoys that - but only from something that can't fight back. Maybe another creature of its own species would be able to tell it off effectively when it started to hurt too much, so its only other option was to find some poor human wandering through its territory, and torture them instead. the hunter just so happened to be that day's unlucky winner, and his day is getting worse by the second - especially when the cat speeds up.
He clenches his eyes shut, making strangled noises in an attempt not to yell. He doesn't want to make this thing angry enough to change its mind about eating him. Thankfully, its immediate plans only include raping him, but he doesn't really know if that's any better at this point.
The cat growls, and speeds up again. The hunter's eyes roll back in his head, and he squirms in pain, instinctually struggling. The spines were bad enough, but the way the cat is slamming against his cervix is another kind of suffering entirely, and it's one he wasn't anticipating. The cat doesn't slow down, ignoring how the hunter tries to escape, and his mindless, pained vocalizations only serve to make its cock twitch inside of him. The hunter doesn't know if his cunt is bleeding or not, but he wouldn't be surprised, at this point; he hasn't had the opportunity to assess, and he doesn't know if the wetness on his thighs is blood or a reaction to getting fucked. It might be a mixture of both, and he despairingly thinks that might be worse than just one or the other.
His cervix can only take so much of this attention before it gives way - and give way it does indeed, allowing his womb to swallow the spiny head of the cat's cock with surprising readiness, sliding down its shaft as it buries itself even deeper inside his body. That doesn't make the following sensations any better, of course - in fact, it makes it all that much more painful, and the inside of his womb is lit aflame with the feeling of those spines scraping across his most sensitive nerve endings.
The cat doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, pistoning its horrible self back and forth, staying inside of his womb to fuck it raw like it's trying to make his uterus match his pussy in how tortured and abused it is. The hunter's cervix is still trying to close around the cat's cock, squeezing it tightly, and it growls in pleasure, relentlessly hammering the top of the hunter's womb. The only response left in the hunter's body is to go entirely limp, his mouth hanging open, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his cunt twitching as it tries to drag any pleasure it can out of the experience. It's almost impossible for the hunter's mind to find a way to cope with this. All he can do is give in.
He doesn't have to endure this treatment for much longer. The cat's hips stutter, jerk, and then snap forward one more time so that it can press itself all the way into the hunter's body, flooding his womb with thick jets of seed. It cums an impossible amount within just a few seconds, pumping him full and then past his limits, and his belly swells almost immediately, rounding out at a steady pace as the cat ruts into him, snarling wildly as its lust is finally slaked. The hunter just twitches, groaning again, much more quietly this time now that he's run out of options. Most of the cat's cum is locked into his womb with its cock, but there's so much of it under such pressure that some spurts into his cunt, painting his walls with salty fluid. Based on the searing, stinging pain that meets his addled mind, he does in fact have quite a few injuries as the result of having his cunt essentially sandpapered by a monster that took joy in the action.
The cat comes down from its high, breathing heavily, with the hunter still trapped beneath it. When the cat starts pulling out, he shudders. That's about all he can do. He whimpers in pain when the spines meet the inside of his cervix, but he's glad that it will at least be over.
No such luck.
Those spines keep the cat locked into his womb, and it's just as frustrated about it as he is anguished. It growls, annoyed, and holds him more firmly in place while it tugs its hips back; he whimpers again as he feels it yanking his very womb out of place with sheer force. Despite his renewed reactions, the cat pays no attention to his discomfort as it tries yet again, and again, to release itself from the body of its rapetoy, but all it succeeds in doing is torturing the hunter further. At this point, the hunter is distantly surprised that anything could feel different, after the way he was treated, but there's certainly something unique about the sensation of his cervix meeting the fresh air of the woods as the cat makes further attempts to pull out. His womb easily follows, tugged sloppily out of his body by the anchor of the cat's spines, and - finally - there's a moment of relief when it frees itself, a gush of cum following, a river of hot, sticky fluid that deflates his midsection back to almost normal.
The cat simply stands, shakes itself, and walks away.
The hunter is left laying on the forest floor, mind scrambled, abused cunt throbbing. He reaches down with a shaky hand to feel out the damages, and is met with the ability to wrap his own hand around his cervix, his cunt fucked wide open and pulled out by a monster that almost seems like it was made specifically to torture the prey it captures. For a moment, he just lays there, holding his inside-out cunt in one hand.
Then, he starts rubbing it.