The Scent

by dragontitmilk

Summary:

He sees her from afar, her scent intoxicating his lungs and traveling throughout his whole body. He needs to have her.

Chapter 1

The Proposition

A beautiful spring rose to its glory as the last patches of snow that spotted the forest melted. The day seemed peaceful. The sun was creeping its fingers in between the trees, and Sergei thought about how much he had missed feeling the tiniest bit of warmth on his skin. But just about three miles from where he stood, a young woman with aching and sore legs walked at a pace that disturbed everything around her. She stomped on the pools of snow and mud, sweat sliding down her neck, all the way to her back, while she panted heavily, in a rhythm that did not match her surroundings. She did not make a sound, and yet, she was so loud.

Dressed all in black, from the combat boots to the big backpack that weighed around half what she did, Mila had run for the last two days from the bounty hunters that were after her. Her head start was diminishing quickly and she was aware of it. She kept glancing at her watch, feet prompting her to move forward, even though her lungs were well aware she needed to stop. Like small combustions all over her body, the panic was both paralyzing and motivating.

Hitting her back against the hard bark of a tree, she took a deep, deep breath, and her brain tried to finally plan something worthy of putting into action. Every single option she had considered before seemed stupid, yet she couldn’t stop rerouting and connecting ideas to see the light at the end of the tunnel. "I need to stay" she thought. Its time. She then walked west, trying to find a source of water. The fight was coming and there was no way of hiding anymore. Plan A was the only plan.

After waking up to such a lovely day, Sergei decided to take a walk through what he could now call his land. His little piece of heaven. In only a few weeks he had settled in between the other creatures of the Russian territory. He had a nice cozy cabin and a truck to get to the nearest city, which was still a few hours away. As he neared the lake, an unfamiliar scent dragged through the air. A scent of desperation, mixed with intrusion, boldness and a sweet earthy musk. Could that be a woman?, he thought. Not but a few seconds after, he saw a long sniper lying on the ground, next to an open backpack and a pot full of water. Bad news. A pile of small dry branches dropped right next to the items, and he raised his gaze while taking cover from the direction the scent came from. Sergei saw a strong woman climb down from the tree, wearing a tank top and cargo pants, flexing her muscles, covered in a thin layer of sweat, hitting the wet soil with a thump. Without missing a beat, she placed the wood underneath the pot and started a fire. Who was she? Was she here after him? Was it too soon to judge? The man decided to wait and see. After all, it wasn’t too bad of a sight, even if she turned out to be dangerous. And so he observed as the woman poured the water into a metallic bottle, fished, cooked, ate… Everything she did was quick and precise. Like a choreography, practiced again and again. Sergei knew he should leave her alone, but her scent was growing more powerful by the minute, and between that scent pushing him towards her, and his mind telling him to leave, he found himself stuck still behind the density of the trees, lurking from the distance, entranced and unable to move.

It was not until she began to undress that he realized a choice had to be made. He wished to approach her, as gently as he could, and ask her about herself. Ask her if she needed anything, a shoulder to cry on, a mouth to kiss, a neck to bite… How has she already ruined this amazing day for me? How do I get her out of my mind? He headed back to his place, constantly aware of her presence. She was so annoyingly loud to him.

Mila entered the cold water, careful to not wet her hair. She sunk her face into the lake, and the remaining ice pieces floated around. For a split second, she was in tune with the melody of the forest. Her heart had slowed down enough to match the energy flowing around her. It won’t last. And just as mechanically as she got into the water she got out. She got ready. Looked at her watch, looked at the trail she had left. Fifteen minutes to get into the position. Fifteen to set up everything. After that, only the agony of the wait was left.

So, when she saw the first motorcycle appear from behind a hill, her heart jumped in both terror and joy. The wait was over. A bullet from her sniper shot straight through the man's helmet and he got separated from his bike and splattered against the windshield of the car that was behind him. Shotgun lowered his window and began frantically scouting the surroundings to find the sniper. But Mila was too well hidden. She saw a couple more motorcycles that were strategically staying behind. Too hard to hit.

In the middle of his afternoon, Sergei heard the gunshot. She is trouble. As soon as he heard another, he began running towards the noise. He found a Jeep crashed into a large tree at the beginning of the dense part of the woods. Driver dead. Doors open. Three men shot at the woman he’d seen before while she ran. She turned around and shot one of them with a gun. Sergei's eyes moved back and forth between the woman and the men. They were getting too close. One of them was practically on her back and shot right through her long wavy hair. Suddenly she turned around and pushed the gun up while hitting the man on his chest with such force they both fell back. Sergei almost gasped. As she went down on top of him she shot the other guy's gun out of his hand and then shot again killing him. But the guy under her raised his gun and she pushed his hand away while punching him in the jaw. Both guns were dropped. However, the man was stronger and flipped her so that now he was on top of her, hand searching for the gun.

I should help her. I know nothing about her. Sergei had had those thoughts on repeat since witnessing the fight. Now this is my last chance, he thought while running towards them and lunging into the guy. All brutal force, he punched and slammed. He stood up holding the man from his jersey. Mila had the perfect opportunity, her enemy’s head placed at the perfect angle. But the gun dry shot. Sergei heard it and turned his head at her, to see her knife plunge into the soft spot at the guy's temple. Then he dropped him to the ground.

‘’ Should I worry about you’’ she said in native Russian.

‘’I believe thanks is in order’’ he replied.

She nodded while trying to catch her breath and looking at the bright sky.

‘’Why are you here?’’

‘’I live here’’

‘’Hm’’

They were people of very few words. Sergei’s eyes were perusing her face and body, her scent was now intoxicating, mixed with the blood from the cut on her forehead and the aroma of relief.

‘’Who are you’’ he asked.

‘’I'm Mila. And I’ll be out of here before you get to worry about me’’ she looked straight into the eyes of the man who had saved her life, eyes as blue as the sky. His broad body stood so close to her that she couldn’t help but give him a look over. He noticed.

‘’I have a different idea. A proposition.’’ Mila walked back and crouched next to a tree, exhaustion completely settling into her bones. ‘’You seem like you need a rest. I wish to give you that. I want you to come to my home. I want you to have dinner with me. And I want to fuck.’’

Mila’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the proposition.

Please say yes, he thought.

Chapter 2

The Cabin

Mila looked at the stranger up and down. He was so handsome it hurt. She could see his defined torso through his white shirt, muscles swollen, breathing heavily from the fight. She wasn’t bothered by his boldness and perceived no danger. In a fraction of a second, she saw their mouths connected, arms intertwined, his body absorbing her pain. She was exhausted and that’s what she blamed her thoughts on. But a place to sleep, a dinner, and a handsome man didn’t sound like a punishment.

‘’I'll take the dinner. And a bed too. But you lay a finger on me and I will cut it’’ Sergei smiled with smugness, his eyebrows still furrowed.

‘’I give you my word - I won’t touch you unless you ask me to’’ And he saw Mila’s smile for the first time. A smile that was both warm and sharp, inviting yet dangerous.

‘’Are you always this kind to strangers?’’

‘’Strangers who are clearly in distress? I sometimes like to play hero.’’

‘’Something tells me you are not a hero.’’

‘’Something tells me, and it might be the trail of bodies you’ve left behind, that you are no hero either.’’

Sergei offered his hand to her and she took it. Standing up to face him, he felt like he could touch the scent pouring from her, so intense and consuming, so highly addictive.

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The cabin was small but spacious, and it was cozy inside. Various furs and animal skulls decorated the place, along with candles, sculptures, a fireplace that was lit, and a bed, all in the same room. The bathroom was the only thing separated. It smelt like incense. He lit some of the candles as it was getting dark outside, where he would have normally stayed, working on his garden, chopping wood, fixing an old motorcycle… But tonight he had company.

He carried all of her things, except for one backpack, from the lake to his cabin. A calm silence that could be shared had walked with them.

‘’I’ll get you some towels. The bathroom is right there. You can fill up the tub if you want.’’

‘’That sounds like what I need. I slept on the ground last night - my muscles feel tight.’’ She said while dropping the backpack on the floor and stretching her neck. He grabbed a towel and a robe from his cupboard and put them in her arms without breaking eye contact.

‘’Are you a hunter?’’

‘’For the most part.’’

‘’And for the other?’’

‘’Nothing but your average killer.’’

‘’So why would you help me? A real answer now.’’

‘’ I thought I was very clear.’’

‘’So thats it? You wanted to get me in your bed?’’

He shrugged, ‘’I don’t get much company, especially from a woman like you – a woman that reminds me of myself. See, once upon a time I also needed a roof and a meal. And just like you, I know what it’s like to survive in the cold. I require nothing from you but to have dinner with me and sleep next to me tonight. Just sleep. Maybe, if you want, you can tell me your story. Then you can leave.’’

Could he be any sweeter?

She grabbed the towels and headed in without a word. Nobody was ever that nice. She let the water run and got naked.

Her muscles went soft and her neck stopped hurting. The sensation of the water on her skin reached her soul and calmed her, allowing her to almost forget the cold, soreness, fear, rush, anguish, threats, and hunger she had endured in the past few days. Almost letting the worries slip from her chest.

Wearing Sergei’s robe and nothing underneath, she walked out of the bathroom.

He had smelled her skin the moment she got naked. That scent was going to drive him wild. Maybe if she likes the date. He had gotten this far and hadn’t sensed any rejection from her body. During their walk, he almost felt her gaze upon him a couple of times, only to disappear when he looked.

Mila sat in a chair next to the table in the middle of the room. His back was turned to her, he was cooking.  Heating up soup and adding a few things.

‘’Do you like sour cream in your borsch?’’

‘’I do’’

She waited patiently, focusing on his forearms, his broad shoulders, the drop of sweat at the nape of his neck…

And he didn’t turn around until he had served two bowls. He enjoyed knowing she was watching him yet seeing her naked legs and chest, barely covered by his robe did something to him. She is temptation personified, sculpted by angels who wish to torment me.

They ate in silence, locking eyes from time to time. They weren’t big on words.

He waited for her to finish eating and took her bowl. When he turned around, she was untying her sash. While opening the robe slowly and exposing her toned and smooth body, Sergei’s mouth couldn’t manage to stay closed.  

‘’I see you accept my proposal’’

‘’Come on big boy, sit on the chair.’’

He dropped down and she sat on top of him, tossing the robe to the floor. His fingers traced her calves and moved upwards as she connected their mouths into one slow, sensual, heated kiss. When she felt his hands on her thighs she pulled away.

‘’Keep your promise. No touching unless I ask’’ He groaned in frustration.

‘’Why is it that you want to torture me?’’

‘’Trust me I won’t’’ She kissed him again, sitting directly on top of his growing bulge. He let out more deep, frustrated sounds when she bounced on top of him. He wanted to sink his fingers into her waist and pull her towards him, smack her round firm ass, grab the back of her head, and tilt it, inhaling, licking, biting her neck… Yet all he could do was ball his fists as he felt her perky breasts pressed against his chest.

Mila knew what she was doing to him. Would he succumb to the pleasure and take her, as she knew he wanted to?

‘’Be careful woman I might keep you forever’’ Mila threw her head back and laughed.

‘’I’m sorry hunter – what you brought home isn’t prey’’ And the hunter felt a bite on his lower lip, the perfect body of the woman sliding down as she proceeded to sit on her knees. Her hands caressed his thick thighs and quickly unbuckled his belt. One of her hands reached up, feeling his hard abs and chest, while the other started massaging his hard cock. Swollen, leaking precum, and ready for her.

Mila ran her tongue from the base to the tip and heard him gasp and grunt. What a fucking sight. She took it all in her mouth, bobbing her head as she felt up his chest. When it reached the back of her throat she let out a loud moan.

‘’Fuck, pet. Keep doing that, don’t stop’’ Sergei was dying to get his hands on her hair and fuck her pretty little mouth. His fists were turning white from the pressure. Sensing he was close, she slowed down and made eye contact, leaving small kisses and licks.

‘’Don’t. Please don’t’’ Hearing him beg was so sexy.

‘’Shh, you thought that’s all it was? You don’t understand – I need this more than you.’’

She pulled his shirt up and he finished the job by tossing it to the ground. There was nothing but lust in his eyes. He helped her drag his pants and underwear down too, leaving them both naked, glazed by the fireplace light.

He admired her body once again, wishing he could do more. She doesn’t know the pleasure I could bring her.

Chapter 3

Say the Word

 

Mila sat back on top of him, their hot bodies rubbing onto each other. She grabbed his swollen cock, grinding herself on it. She let out a sweet moan, feeling his shaft rub against her needy clit.

‘’What are you waiting for woman?’’ His eyes darkened.

She kissed his mouth violently, and he followed her lead. They looked like animals, biting, pulling, panting… Without Sergei expecting it, she pushed his head right into her.

‘’Fuck…me’’ she said. Only the tip was in, yet it felt so big and so good against her walls. The hunter let out a groan that turned into a moan when she pushed herself down on him. Her wetness was like jumping into a pool, and it was running down her thighs.

Her patience ran out, and she began moving quickly without allowing herself time to adjust to his size. The first few strokes were amazing; she stretched herself out on him.

‘’That’s it, baby. Take this cock, take all of it. Fuck, you’re riding me so good’’ Mila pushed herself until she felt him deep inside and there was nothing more to take. It was hitting all the right spots, and his face, arms, and chest; the sight of his body all drenched in sweat got her close to the finish line.

Her hand choked him and she threw her head back.

‘’Is that pussy gonna come for me?’’ Sergei had been holding back from finishing too soon, but as soon as she let go he would too.

‘’Don’t… you dare… cum…’’ He could not believe it.

Mila was pleasuring herself to his suffering, using the hardness of his cock to get off while denying him release. His frustration turned into anger; he wanted to stand up, push her against the wall, and pound her hard till his balls were empty and she was left a moaning, creaming, crying mess.

But he couldn’t touch her, that was the deal. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and cunt squeezing him like crazy, she rode out her orgasm.

‘’Fuck, hunter.’’ She licked his earlobe and moaned. ‘’Are you riled up enough? Can that dick take it anymore, or are you going to ask for permission like a good boy?’’

‘’Say it… fucking say it already’’ his forehead pressed against hers.

‘’Touch me… come on, take me’’

That’s all he needed. His hands bolted to her ass, lifting her as he stood, then dropped her on the bed. He twisted her around and she raised her hips, presenting her ass to him. A loud smack filled the room. Mila knew he was going to leave marks all over her.

‘’Look at you. Fuckin’ witch. That scent has enraptured me.’’ He licked her pussy from front to back, his tongue finally tasting what he had been yearning for.

He laid on top of her and pushed himself in with one swift movement. His hand tangled in her hair and her back arched as he pulled.

‘’Is this what you wanted, huh? To be fucked mercilessly? To turn me into an animal? Yes… That’s it… I better hear those screams pour from your slutty mouth.’’ Mila was as loud as she could be, feeling trapped in a trance of pleasure, pain, and eroticism. His words made fireworks explode in her belly.

‘’I’m going to cum in this devilish cunt’’

‘’That’s it, come for me. Fill me up… fuck…’’

Kraven was not going to let it end here. Once he was done he got up and gave her a towel.

‘’Are you angry at me?’’

He looked back and grinned. ‘’I’m not angry baby.’’ He wanted to laugh. What has she done to my brain?

He positioned himself between her legs and devoured her center. He lapped and sucked, making her reach her second orgasm.

‘’I’m going to need another bath.’’

His brain lit up. No words were exchanged but she could tell exactly what had crossed his mind. On all fours, she reached for his cock and sucked him.

‘’So fucking pretty… and such a good girl. Show me your tongue.’’

He came all over her face and tits and then kneeled on the bed for a sloppy kiss.

‘’We can fit in the bathtub’’ he said. Mila laughed and his heart jumped. What a woman.

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The sun was rising, light blue peeking through the window, threatening to turn yellow and wake the two sleeping bodies inside. Mila had her head on Kraven's chest, her leg on top of him held by his arm. Even in his sleep, he didn't want to let go. 

She woke up and caressing his face said, ''I need to get going.'' 

He groaned. ''You need to let me leave.''

''I can protect you from everyone. I don't care why they're after you.''

''You should care. You said you wanted my story. Or was that a lie to get me here?''

Sergei opened his eyes. ''I assumed you didn't want to share.''

''Listen. I'll leave, and when my business is completed, I'll find you. I'll tell you. ''

''Why can't you tell me now?''

''Because I'd run the risk of having another man trying to take care of my problems for me. Or because you might disagree with... my motives.''

''I said I don't care.''

''But I do, hunter. I do.''

Mila left before the sun was up. Kraven knew better than to stop someone from their destiny. 

Notes:

this was my first time writing smut hopefully it doesn't suck. thanks for reading