The forest was silent, almost eerily so. Like any other night Derek found himself out here hunting his little rabbit. Licking his lips behind his mask, the echo of his breath let on where he was. He knew it did, he knew just how well his rabbit could hear, he knew the little thing could hear his heart beating in his chest as he walked, as calm as ever. The thought of his fear about being found, about Derek catching him… His attention quickly snapped towards a broken twig, not too far from where he stood in that moment. An invitation, or a distraction, though he wouldn’t know unless he took the chance. The entire time he had been moving upwind of his little rabbit, but if he had successfully figured out where he was all the same, well how could he help but pounce while he was still so close?
Staring through the trees, his gaze landed squarely on his little rabbit looking around as anxiously as could be. He knew he’d win if he could stay free for just a few more minutes, a moment longer, yet as he swiveled his head, his eyes met Derek’s. Hidden behind the mask, but a feral gaze they both knew was there. Derek’s little rabbit couldn’t run, he knew he couldn’t outrun him to even bother. Just like any other scared little bunny, he was frozen, eyes wide, teary with fear as he stumbled backwards.
Derek couldn’t help but laugh watching him fall as his foot hit a hole, the poor little creature splayed out on the forest floor like he had already been shot. He bit his lip as he stared at his rabbit’s quivering lip, as tears dared to pour over. It was an intoxicating sight, so beautifully pathetic.
“Oh come on, bunny,” he purred as he slowly approached the man, the sound of leaves rustling as his rabbit still tried to run, peddling back like he had anywhere to go. It wasn’t like he could still escape, a foot planting itself between the man’s legs as Derek knelt down, almost amazed in the moment as it seemed like the beast had gotten a second wind. Watching as he managed to get his footing before spinning around and dashing off, trying his best to weave through the trees.
Despite the desperate plea for survival, though, Derek still kept pace, watching entirely amused as the poor creature desperately tried to escape. For a moment he thought his little rabbit would scramble up a tree just to evade him, though as the thought struck he watched the man try to find a way up a tree with a split trunk. For a moment he thought he might actually get away, but of course silly little prey animals like him never get away. Watching as his footing slipped, it was almost hilarious seeing the man lodged between the trunks, desperately trying to pull himself out, stuck.
The whimper he could make out from his little rabbit only made Derek more amused, slowly approaching once again, his eyes trained on the squirming of his little meal. A gloved hand gently began pushing up the man’s shirt, listening to his gasp before a sob quickly ripped itself from his throat. Watching him thrash around more, he simply rested his hand against the side of his hip.
“Please,” he heard the poor little thing cry, “Please, one more chance. Give me one more chance.” It seemed like he’d tire himself out just from all the squirming, refusing to pull back to try to unstick himself, not wanting to close the distance between them.
“And why should I?” It was a simple taunt, his thumb grazing the skin he began exposing of his rabbit’s abdomen. He studied the sunken flesh of a scar on his back, humming at the dip he traced.
“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want,” he whimpered, the squirming slowly stopping, his body simply shaking with each sob. The sight was almost pitiful, Derek licking his lips as he watched, listening to every pathetic noise that left the man.
“Anything?” His tone was teasing as his hand trailed down the man’s thigh, gently gripping the soft flesh, feeling it squish under the fabric of his rabbit’s pants. Pants that really were just in his way.
“A-Anything.” The response was almost squeaked out, shaking as Derek continued to touch his legs, the muscles twitching against his control.
“Aww, bunny, you know you’re already giving me everything I want,” he teased as his hand finally returned to its perch on the man’s hip, his other hand joining finally to keep him still. Staring down at the shaky mess that his perfect little bunny rabbit had turned into was almost enough to sate the hunger building inside him.
Savoring the gasp that escaped the rabbit as he began grinding against his ass, he couldn’t help but admire how he froze up at the sensation. It didn’t take long for the feeling of his pants to be far too tight to handle, yet all the same he was too enthralled in just how still his rabbit was. The warmth radiating even through the fabric of their pants, the way his little pet couldn’t stay silent, eventually dry humping into him and feeling the way he twitched at the feeling.
A laugh escaped him watching the man so pathetically react to what he knew was coming, soft sniffles echoing in the silent forest as Derek hooked his fingers under the fabric. He still lazily tried to struggle against the hands on his body, but Derek knew from all the running he barely had any energy left to fight him off. It was almost cute as his bunny’s legs crossed as his jeans and boxers were pulled down, revealing a wet mess between them despite his attempts to hide it.
A series of cried out ‘no’s were all that Derek could make out from his rabbit, the sound of nails desperately clawing at the bark of the tree. He wished he could see just how raw his pet’s fingertips were, if they were bloody yet. Another idea that had him licking his lips. Carefully, Derek unsheathed his knife from his hip, placing the flat side against one of his rabbit’s ass cheeks, tracing the curve, the sensation of the cold metal ripping a scream from the beast’s throat.
“Oh, God, please, no- I’ll do anything- Please just let me go- I won’t tell anyone, please, please, God,” the begging was almost mindless, just an attempt to appease Derek. He could almost hear every tear that fell as he listened to the pathetic sobbing, only making his dick throb in his pants.
“Shut the hell up,” Derek growled out as he sliced into the skin finally. A deep gash, deep enough to see fat tissue. Deep enough that he could shove two fingers in. An action that was almost automatic, listening to his pet’s moans of ecstasy as he did so, watching his shoulders stiffen at the feeling.
It was amusing watching slick, blackish blood cover his fingers, his hand. Curling his fingers ever so slightly like he was fingering something else, watching with piqued interest as his bunny’s clit still twitched with interest at the feeling. There was a feral smile behind that mask, slowly pulling his fingers from the wound and using his pet’s own blood as lube as he slid his still gloved fingers into his soaked cunt.
“Look at that,” Derek cooed as he slowly began pumping the digits in and out of him, admiring the sight of his body clenching so desperately around them. “How badly you needed this. Just a needy little bunny, aren’t you. You must have wanted this bad. Wanted the man who’s gonna kill you balls deep inside you.”
“No, no, I don’t want this,” the pleading was interrupted by a moan, making Derek chuckle at just how bad he was at arguing against this. Against what he was going to do to that pretty little hole.
“You’re not very good at lying.”
Finally sliding his fingers out of the man, it was like music the way he whined, the way his hips tried to keep him in, the way he sucked in a breath as Derek rubbed the tip of his dick against the wet folds of his rabbit’s cunt. Just begging to be bred as he moved his hips. Despite how cute the behavior was, Derek gripped onto his side, the pressure of his fingers bruising the skin.
“Patience, baby, you’ll get what you want,” Derek cooed as he finally slipped inside, biting his lip as he felt just how tight his bunny was around him. It was almost painful, though that added to it all, his free hand slipping away to play with his clit. The whimpery sounds of pleasure that hit his ears only made him more excited, sliding as much of his cock inside the man as he could before feeling the head hit the deepest point inside him. Still not fully sheathed but finding it cute how his rabbit babbled about him being too big.
He tried his best to be slow, he really did. It was like a test of his own patience, however, and he truly had none. The feeling of his little pet trapped, only able to please him, left entirely to his whims made him crazy, and he would make sure to drive him crazy in return. The speed and roughness of every thrust made his rabbit feel like he was trying to break his insides, yet all the same Derek could hear every whorish moan that escaped him. It wasn’t like Derek didn’t know exactly how much of a slut he was for being ruined like this.
It was almost an achievement as he felt his rabbit’s body seize up under him, warm liquid spraying Derek’s leg as he came from the experience. He almost wanted to punish the poor thing for that, but all the same he found it almost cute. It wasn’t like he could keep up the pace for long either, however, as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm. His own body seemed to contract at the feeling of his orgasm washing over him. Riding it out with each thrust before he stalled, slowly pulling out and watching his cum slowly drip out of Cyril.
Pulling up his pants, he carefully reached over and lifted Cyril up, helping him get himself unstuck from the tree. It was almost cute watching him stumble back into Derek, his tears stained face, splotchy and red, looking up at him and smiling softly.
“I bet you looked really pretty crying,” Derek mumbled as he helped pull Cyril’s pants up, knowing he’d have to clean the garments seeing as there was more than one fluid about to ruin them.
“You think so?” Cyril mumbled as he watched Derek, barely wanting to stand.
“Yeah.”
Standing back up, he hooked an arm under Cyril’s knees, his other arm behind his back to support him. With that, he started walking off.
“Let’s get you back to the car.”
“Do I get a treat for being a good boy?”
“Of course you get a treat. But you need to get cleaned up first.”
The answer seemed to please Cyril as he rested his head on Derek’s shoulder, Derek feeling his body get slightly heavier as he fell asleep in his arms. Well, not that he hated it. A little bunny like him absolutely needed his rest after a scene like that.