Final Fuck

hot phonesex karma1I generally don’t like people invading my forest.  But today while I was out I heard the crack of a branch.
Quietly I crept closer to the sound. As I looked threw the brush my body instantly came alive at the site before me. Two young men stood there hoisting a deer up by it’s hind legs into a tree.  As they yank the arrows out of the lifeless body I start rubbing my clit which, by now is filled with blood and throbbing with excitement. I am naked as always here in my woods. I eagerly watch as they slit the neck and the blood begins to drain onto the ground, soaking into the earth. I wait and watch, getting hotter and wetter by the minute.
It looks like they are planing to gut their kill to make it easier to get back to their truck and it also keeps the meat fresher. They slice him open right down the middle and I can see all the beautiful innards, they are calling my name. I can’t wait any longer, I step out of my hiding spot.  They are frozen to their spots as my naked form stalks towards them. I stop right in between both of them. Taking each of them by the hand I put their hands in the carcass, covering them in fresh, warm, wet blood. I place their hands on my naked tits and whisper “cover me in blood”.
In a trance they obey, they can tell this is not a request. I throw my head back and moan as their hands rub the sticky blood all over my body.
I reach into the carcass and pull out the heart. Looking at them again I lick the thick, fat muscle before ripping a huge chunk out between my teeth, blood dripping down my chin as I chew and swallow the delicious treat. They stop rubbing as they watch in fear and fascination. They have yet to say a word.
Grabbing each of them in turn, I kiss them deep and hard, letting them taste the blood in my mouth. It is gammy and slightly metallic. Their  cocks stiffen instantly.
I rip their pants down and greedily suck them in turn, stopping long enough to ask them if they would like to fuck me right here. Of course they do, this has never happened to them before.
They don’t know that when I am done with them I will kill them. It is the circle of life. Kill or be killed.

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