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Shauna sits on the Antler Queen’s throne alone in the dark, digging her knife into the arm rest. She has since shed the antler veil to sit in her white cloak dappled with dark strands of hair. Her belly is full but her hunger hasn’t been sated. No, she still aches within, a burning desire unfulfilled.
The others have long disappeared back to their huts, no one wanting to linger after their meal.
No one that is, except Lottie.
Lottie alone remains in their circle, eerily silent. Shauna doesn’t like when she’s quiet like this. It means something that she stayed. That she waited. Lottie only does this when she wants something.
She risks a look in her direction and finds that Lottie is already staring at her.
“What?” Shauna snaps.
“Antler Queen,” Lottie murmurs. “It was always you.”
Shauna doesn't exactly believe in the Wilderness like Lottie does but she uses it to get what she wants.
For some reason, Lottie believes in her. She thinks that Shauna is their best hope and because of her support, has allowed her to reach the top. Shauna, someone who always stood in another’s shadow, finally leads the team.
She watches as Lottie slowly rises to her feet. She walks from her seat over to Shauna. Lottie stands over her, eyes reflecting the last embers of their fire. She looks beautiful in the moonlight. It isn’t any wonder that she gathered the Yellowjackets behind her. Anyone weaker than Shauna would follow her to the end of the world.
“You will save us, Shauna,” she says.
“Sure.”
They will all die out here in the freezing cold. How could they survive another winter? More hunts? More sacrifices? Their numbers have dwindled and everyone grows weaker. It can't be possible.
But Shauna doesn't voice her thoughts.
Only nods and shrugs.
But Lottie doesn't leave. Instead she stares in that weird way of hers. Like she sees something else.
“What do you want?” Shauna asks.
Lottie blinks.
“Aren’t you still hungry?”
Shauna tilts her head. The hunger she feels inside is reflected back at her through those dark, watching eyes.
Lottie’s breath quickens, clouding in the air before her. Something between them magnetises. It tightens between them, like a trap tugging her towards her prey. Lottie asks without words, desire apparent.
Shauna stabs her knife into the throne between her legs as an answer.
Lottie looks down at the knife and then back up at her. For a moment, Shauna thinks she has misjudged her.
Then wordlessly, Lottie sinks to her knees before her.
She bows her head as if in worship and wraps her lips around the hilt of Shauna’s knife. She sinks lower as she takes it into her mouth. When she raises her dark eyes towards Shauna, Shauna can't help the groan she lets out. The sight of Lottie between her legs, taking her knife down her throat is deeply erotic and makes something twisted burn in her gut.
“You're fucking sick, you know that?” she says.
Lottie bobs her head on the hilt as if nodding. And fuck, is it a sight to behold.
Shauna shifts in her seat, barely able to contain herself. Her nerves twitch and claw inside, a feral beast awakening.
“Look at you. Just look at you,” she growls.
Lottie gazes up at her with pleading eyes. She grasps at Shauna’s thighs and squeezes.
Shauna reaches down slowly. Her fingertips glide across Lottie’s face and trace the hollow of her cheek. Her palm settles on the back of her head. She lingers for a moment and then she applies pressure.
Lottie lets her guide her up and down on her knife hilt. She pushes down and holds her and Lottie takes it. Even as drool dribbles down her chin and onto the throne below her, she takes it.
There is no describing the power rush it gives her. To have Lottie like this, submitting wholly to her, surrendering control. Something untamed roars inside her. It is a beast, a monster, an animal that hungers for this and so much more.
Shauna takes a handful of her hair and yanks her up so they are eye-to-eye.
Lottie gasps and sucks in air, panting. Her lip is bleeding, cut from Shauna’s knife. For a moment, they just stare at each other, breathing heavily, hard any space between them.
Then they collide together in a vicious kiss.
It is as natural as breathing to kiss Lottie. She finds her mouth and bites into her, hungry. They tug and grasp at each other, nails scratching and teeth biting. Lottie whimpers and moans into her mouth.
And Shauna can't help herself.
“Get up here,” she snarls. “Take your clothes off.”
Lottie doesn't need to be told twice.
She struggles out of her robes as she gets to her feet. They pool at her feet, discarded without a care. Shauna sits back and admires her naked form. Lottie, like all of them, is scarily skinny. Despite all their efforts, it’s hard to feed a dozen girls off of the land. But tonight her belly is full, granted to them by her beloved Wilderness.
Lottie climbs onto the throne and straddles her, her warmth settling over her like a blanket.
Shauna brushes her hair back from her face. Lottie’s expression is strangely soft. She leans into her touch like a puppy, nosing brushing against her palm. But she shivers in the night, goosebumps rising on her tanned skin.
“Come on,” Shauna murmurs.
And Lottie knows what she commands.
She reaches out an arm to wrap around her shoulder as she sinks down upon the knife still buried hilt up between Shauna’s legs.
She lets out a weak moan.
Shauna watches, captivated by the sight.
Lottie is wet but even if she wasn’t, she had already prepared the handle for herself. She sinks onto it without any sign of discomfort.
“F-Fuck, Shauna,” Lottie breathes. “Fuck-”
Shauna kisses her again.
She grabs her by the waist and Lottie moves under her hands. It feels like she is fucking Lottie herself. Guiding her up and down upon her. She can almost feel herself inside her. Lottie rises and falls by her hand, taking as much or as little as Shauna wants, as quick or as slow as she says. Lottie is obedient. She is hers for the taking.
She breaks away from her lips to kiss down her neck. Lottie trembles in her grasp and moans in her ear. She drips down the hilt and along the metal of the blade.
Shauna feels it right between her legs. A part of her feels shocked and disgusted, what are they doing?, but the rest positively aches with thrill. Her skin feels tight and she wants to rip herself free. Plunge herself into Lottie.
“Shauna, please-”
Shauna reaches down and grabs her knife by the blade. It cuts into her palm but she hardly notices. Adrenaline courses through her veins. She thrusts her knife into Lottie herself.
Lottie moans and throws her head back, body twisting into an arch. She rises above her and braces her forearms on Shauna’s shoulders. But still, her hips lower, desperately seeking out her touch.
This position puts her chest right at Shauna’s eye level and she wastes no time in taking advantage of that. Shauna takes a nipple between her teeth as she fucks her with her knife. All she can see and feel is Lottie’s skin and her body, pulsing around her.
“Oh, Shauna! Oh-!”
Shauna sinks her teeth into her chest and skin breaks for her. She bites again, spurring by the answering moans of pain. Lottie’s chest will be bruised and bleeding when she's done with her. Briefly she thinks of what she will have to tell the others and it amuses her so much she sinks her teeth deeper.
It's a give and take as she laps at her chest. Blood streams down her palm and onto the throne below her. But the pain makes it hotter.
“That’s it, Lottie,” Shauna groans. “Fuck. You’re so-”
Nails dig into her back as Lottie clings to her. She moves with her, finding a rhythm that satisfies them both. Lottie echoes in her ears, accompanying the rapid pulse of her heart.
Shauna finds herself moaning with Lottie.
She wonders if the others can hear them from their camp or if their cries are lost amongst the animals of the wilderness. There is certainly something animalistic about this. Rough and tense, they crash into each other.
Lottie grasps the back of her head and rests her forehead against hers. They breathe as one, move as one, united in desire and hunger. Lottie’s body opens for her, allowing her deeper and further. Shauna’s hand is slick with blood and with her.
They gaze into each other. Shadows wrap around Lottie’s features but her eyes glow, alight with fervor and need. She is the most beautiful sight that Shauna has ever seen.
A drop of blood beads upon her cut lip.
Shauna tilts her head back and licks it clean.
Lottie whines. There's blood on her hands, blood on her tongue, blood rising on her back under Lottie’s nails.
Shauna breathes and Lottie kisses her again.
Their lips clash in ravenous hunger. If they could, they would tear each other apart. Her skin has been set aflame, the chill of the night chased away by the raw heat of her above her, pressed against her, digging into her.
She bites her lip to make the cut deeper and make her bleed harder. And she tastes it all, drinks from her. She is covered in Lottie, surrounded by her. Her stomach tightens, a rapid pulse rising between her legs.
“I'm close, I'm going to-” Lottie whimpers against her mouth. “Shauna, please, I'm so-!”
Close. Shauna can feel it from the way she trembles and holds onto her. Her hand tightens on her waist and she kisses her harder, greedier. She knows Lottie is close because she is too.
It's dizzying, truly.
She throbs between her legs even though Lottie hasn’t touched her there. It’s just everything together, the feeling of her rocking on top of her, the way she pants and moans for her, the taste of her blood on her tongue. She feels like she is going to explode.
“Fuck, Shauna-!”
Shauna comes as Lottie does.
It’s hot and burning, flooding her senses with just Lottie. Her vision washes red. She hears Lottie’s moan and feels her nails claw her arrival into her back.
They lock into each other, moaning as one. Shauna doesn't know what she says—likely a combination of Lottie’s name and some swearing. It is pure, feral ecstasy. She has never felt anything like it.
It takes an eternity but finally Shauna returns back to her body.
Lottie clings to her bonelessly, face buried in her neck. Her breath is shallow and she makes these small pathetic noises that do terrible things to the wetness between her legs.
Shauna slowly pulls her knife from her and it slides out with a wet sound.
Lottie whines weakly and her hips twitch.
She lets go of the blade and lets it clatter to the ground. Her palm is such a mess of blood and arousal she can't even see the damage she has done. But the pain burns fresh and hot. She groans and finally relaxes her tensed muscles.
Lottie’s nails release from her back and she sits back. She glows in the faint emberlight of their dying fire, skin covered in a light layer of sweat. And though her expression is still dazed, her lips are very clearly pulled into a little smile.
Shauna’s gaze traces down her chest from the bites marks she left to the where she grasped her waist. She bruised a handprint into her skin from holding her too hard. Her thighs glisten.
Shauna stares at her, not quite able to believe what they just did.
Lottie blinks slowly as her eyes drift to Shauna’s bloody palm. She takes her wrist and brings it to her mouth, tongue rasping against her cut.
Shauna hisses in pain but doesn't stop her, can't.
Lottie licks at her palm and her fingers as if trying to clean it but it's far too bloody for her to do so. Still, she tries.
“Fuck, Lottie,” Shauna murmurs. “What…?”
Lottie shrugs. Her lips are painted red, the same colour of her flushed cheeks. “Are you still hungry?”
No. The beast inside settles back, satisfied.
Lottie leans over and kisses her, deep and slow.
It's different, this kiss. Less violent, yet still so intense. This one can’t be explained away by the heat of the moment or a rash decision. This one is intentional.
And Shauna kisses her back.
She lets herself feel this kiss, breathe into it and to taste her, metallic upon her tongue. It is another question unspoken and then answered. Except what exactly it is, she isn't sure.
Lottie pulls away and her eyes shine. She leans over and retrieves Shauna’s knife from where she dropped it. Its blade drips scarlet onto her skin but she pays it no mind. Not as she presents it to Shauna as one might a tribute.
“My Queen,” she murmurs. “My Butcher.”
Shauna isn't her anything but she accepts it all the same.
The handle is slick with her arousal and weighs heavy in her palm.
She watches as Lottie slips off her lap and picks her robes off the ground. Her skin glistens in the moonlight. She turns without redressing and disappear towards the cabin, leaving Shauna satisfied and full.