Possession and Need

I once watched two Hunters mating, if that's what you want to call it. He was a large male in a red and black hoodie and she was a fairly husky female in a dark blue hoodie. He nudged and pushed at her and even nipped her until she laid down and rolls onto her back, her hands coming up to her chest like a dog with her paws up. He growled and crawled over her, spreading her legs apart rather roughly.
They both panted hard as he grinded against her, leaning over her, using his elbows to support himself while he ground her. The friction must have been good in her tights because she whimpered and whined, panting while she held onto his waist. My assumption, at the time, was that they didn't know how to get their clothes off. But the roar of conquest he gave when he reached his climax and the feminine waver of a cry gave me chills, and not in the good way.
It honestly scared me that they still had such a base need in them. But they were still human, I suppose. I mean, hell, they were just sick, really sick murderous people mutated by a virus.
But the thing handling me now...sliding hands up my waist, breathing raggedly against my neck. I'm not entirely sure. His claws ripped at my shirt, tearing it cleanly in half, making me jerk in response. He seemed to take a moment, stepping back to look me over from the shadows of his hood. He was on me again in moments, pinning my good hand above my head, the other by my shoulder with his massive body hovering skillfully over mine.
He lowered his body as I had seen the other male do and grinded against me hard, pulling a ragged moan from me. Even through two layers of jeans, I could feel an impressive bulge, hard and waiting pressing into the little apex between my thick thighs. His mouth dropped to my neck, making me tense but a rough tongue dragged over my skin, sharpened teeth nipping dangerously close to my ear. His manhood grinding against me feverishly, his panting rich and full against my neck.
It was so much. It felt so good, he was grinding in just the right spot. It was so wrong because of what he was. He was sick, his fevered mouth ghosting over my skin, his growls and grunts echoing in my head. I found my hands on his arms as he bucked against me wildly and I couldn't help but imagine what he would feel like in me. It thrilled me to think of this dangerous large male being so wild with my body.
Oh gods..it felt so good...even now while I write this...I can imagine it. He was so very impressive, an amazing specimen of male power. He had been in his late 20's before he turned, I was sure by the scruff on his chin and jaw, the way he held himself. An earring of some sort glinted in his hood but everything was otherwise shadowed. The hoodie was a zip-up, pulled down by his fervor, showing a nice spread of thick chest and wide shoulders.
His slim hips had my thighs pinned apart, grinding hard up and down, rubbing me nearly raw. I could only imagine what it must be like for him. And then I did something...so incredibly stupid.
I just...needed that extra comfort. I needed to know. He had moved his hands in exchange for better support. Mine were free. I unzipped his hoodie and he let out a growl but didn't stop his pace, shifting slightly so he was closer as he grinded. He gave a soft whimper, trying to get a better angle. Shaking hands reached down for his button and zipper and his stomach flexed and curved up, his hooded face turning down to watch what I was doing. It was such an odd thing I almost laughed.
But I was set on my task, my trembling hands yanking down his pants to show some black boxers. I heard him groan loudly when my hands brushed over him as I pushed his boxers down. My eyes went wide at the sight of him, even as my own hands unconciously worked at my own jeans. He was of average length but he was very thick. I knew he would break me. I knew it the moment I decided to do this.
It didn't matter. It was going to be amazing. I knew it in the very depths of my most female parts. My stomach fluttered and clenched, a burning ball already settling in my lower stomach at the sight of a bead of precum dripping down his shaft. His balls were swollen, presumably because he had had no means to satisfy himself. My jeans were off, at our feet as I slid a hand around him, touching his bare skin to mine and he made a deep rumbling sound, thrusting against my stomach.
I couldn't help my smile at his anxious croon as I hooked a leg around his hip, using it to drag him down until the head of him scraped over my clit. I bit back a moan, raising my hips to him and, I think that was what he needed. He paused, waiting for me as his chest and stomach heaved with barely contained pants. I stroked him and he gasped, his jaw dropping open to show all of those mutated lethal teeth.
It turned me on more, making that fire in my lower belly burn all the brighter. I pressed him to me and he groaned, his claws digging into the carpet beneath us as he looked down again, giving an experimental thrust. He was inside...oh gods he was inside me..so..so big...stretching...so tight and hot...oh gods..its there...thrusting hard..pounding into me..so feral..wild..oh gods..
I couldn't believe it as I threw my head back, seeing stars as his growls and snarls echoed around us, the sound of slapping skin flowing through the abandoned hallway. Oh gods he was so thick..
His balls slapped my thighs, his manhood stretching me to my limits as he growled, raising himself over me like a king conquering some unknown land, thrusting violently into me. I was already convulsing, my tunnel contracting on him, throwing my hips and thighs into fits of motion that dragged him deeper, until he kissed the entrance to my womb. That flame turned into a wildfire, tearing through my whole body, snapping my eyes wide and tearing a scream from my throat.
He roared over me, arching his back and slamming home inside me, shoving against that womb entrance again, his cock twitching and spasming inside me as hot, hot seed coated me. My thighs were numb, my clit pulsing intensely as he laid against me a moment, his pants heaving his big chest and his trimmed stomach rolling. He dragged himself out a little and then thrust again, slamming hard into me, making me gasp loudly, my arms shooting up to his shoulders, nails digging into him under the hood and he growled loudly, grinding against me.
That had been...incredible. Never before had I been so overwhelmed by a male, so completely and totally owned. I trembled under him and his hood twitched towards my face and he leaned down, his mouth coming close. I thought he would kiss me but that's a little girl's fantasy. His tongue slipped out, tracing over my cheek and down my jawline to my neck. He was tasting my sweat, heaving in breaths to catch the scent of our sex.
He pulled himself from me finally, leaving me empty and aching. I knew my cervix was going to be bruised as he looked down at his jeans and boxers, shoved to mid-thigh on him and fumbled for a moment, wriggling them back up. His zipper and button remained stubbornly undone but his boxers slipped into place nicely. He sat there for a moment, looking at me as he crouched in the hallway. I couldn't move. I was tingling, the aftershocks of my incredible orgasm rendering me useless. He finally moved after watching me for what seemed like an eternity.
He growled loudly and grabbed my leg, his hand wrapping all the way around my ankle as he dragged me down the hall. I protested loudly, grabbing my clothes as he dragged me by them but he wouldn't hear any of it. He snapped a growl at me and I shut up, trying to get up to follow him.
He allowed that, dropping back down into a crouch as I tried to walk and pull my clothes on at the same time. I had to follow him or earn a snarl for disobedience. Eventually, he pulled himself through a hole torn in the bottom of a door. I looked around and when he stuck his head out, growling lowly, I figured I had to follow. I did so, my wide hips nearly getting stuck.
What was I getting myself into?