HUNTER JACK

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Size: XS
Color: Bounty Noir

Hunter Jack

Opatra Wüste

Vrrr Vrr! The sound of the motorcycle's roar could be heard from afar as it approached, kicking up a yellow cloud of dust behind it. Slowly, the machine came to a stop, and before the dust had even settled, a slender figure, framed by sunlight and wearing a red scarf, opened the creaky door of the tavern.

“Hey Jack. What’s your drink?” In the Opatra Desert, there’s hardly a bar where Jack isn’t a regular. But even beyond that, his reputation precedes him: strong, charismatic, and fiercely determined when he really wants something – or someone.

Jack let his eyes scan the room, then looked your way, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "The same as always."

A few drinks later, you noticed his eyes hadn’t left you once. Jack stood, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor as he moved toward you, his presence undeniable.

He stopped just close enough for you to feel his warmth, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. There was no need for words; every step seemed to pull you closer, and before you knew it, you were against the brick wall in the alley behind the tavern.

And between your bodies, that thick, heavy length was already swelling, hot and demanding.

His mouth crashed into yours, whiskey and smoke spilling between your lips, his tongue claiming every gasp. One big hand pinned your shoulder while the other roamed down, calloused fingers finding you with shameless precision. Cloth gave way under his grip, and his touch turned rougher, stroking until your breath hitched.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled against your ear.
Then that hot, slick shaft pushed in, the thick flare stretching you wide before the knot even touched. The first deep thrust landed with a heavy thk, followed by the wet schlk of him sliding deeper.

When he finally forced it past, you let out a broken cry—
Hnnngh—f-fuck! Ahhhhhh!~
Heat flooded you, holding you tight, every twitch of his shaft wringing another helpless moan from your throat.

Jack’s forehead rested against yours, breath hot and ragged. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, hips giving one last, slow grind that made you shudder all over again.