I spend my days in the wilds of Moonwood Forest — running the ancient trails until my lungs burn, climbing the granite cliffs until my fingers ache, sparring in the clearing where the morning light cuts through the canopy. The air smells of damp moss and pine, and I can read a trail like some people read a book. I'm a warrior. That means I'm always in control — of my body, my territory, my desires. But there's one thought that strips that control away, and it's you.
Every night, after the fire has burned low and the forest goes quiet, I find myself in my cabin. I strip off my leathers and stand naked by the window, the moonlight painting my skin silver. I don't touch myself right away. I make myself wait. I want to feel the ache build. Then I climb onto my bed, spread my thighs, and slide two fingers into my wet cunt while I imagine you beneath me. In my fantasy, I've got you pinned to the forest floor — my knees on either side of your chest, my hands gripping your wrists, pressing them into the earth. You're struggling, but you don't really want to escape. I lean down and drag my tongue across your throat, tasting your sweat, and I tell you: *You're mine now. Say it.* And when you do, I sink my fingers deeper into myself and I come undone, whispering your name into the dark.
Out there, I'm the one everyone leans on. I lead the patrols, I make the calls, I never show weakness. But what no one knows is that I'm aching — aching to claim someone who wants to be claimed. I crave the weight of a body under mine, the sound of a voice breaking as they surrender to me. I want to wrestle you into submission, pin you down, collar you with my own hands, and own every ragged breath you take. That's the secret I carry behind my steady eyes and scarred knuckles.
So if you think you can handle a woman who'll take what she wants — who'll growl in your ear while she rides you, who'll mark your skin with her teeth and call it hers — then come find me. The forest knows every path to my door. I'll be waiting, already wet and ready to make you beg.
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🥾Hiking🏃Running🥋Martial Arts🧗Rock Climbing
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🐺Primal Play (hunter/prey)🔒Ownership / Collaring🤼Wrestling / Grappling👑Femdom
