Anna/The Huntress

Russian Wilderness, Winter of 1918

Your teeth chattered as you limped through the snow, every other step sending hot flashes of searing pain from your twisted ankle and up your leg. You were leaning on your (emptied) rifle, using it as a makeshift crutch as you attempted to find any signs of civilization in the massive, snowy, Russian forest. Despite your attempts to keep most of your weight off your injury, it still screamed in sharp, burning pain, eliciting soft, half-mumbled curses to fall from your lips. It had been a mistake to come here. You should have listened to your brother when he told you not to sign up for the military.

You were a soldier in 339th infantry regiment, assigned to the American Expeditionary Force, North Russia, or the Polar Bear Expedition. Your assignment was to keep allied supplies from falling into Bolshevik hands. More specifically, to keep it from falling into the hands of their buddies, the Germans. That had been all well and good, even with the biting, miserable cold of the Russian autumn until three months later. Suddenly, the Great War was over and everyone on the Western Front was being sent home. All while you sorry polar bear bastards were still stuck fighting in Russia.

By the time winter had set in, the Reds have pushed you back across the Dvina. During the retreat, a freak snowstorm fell over your platoon and sent you all scattering to the wind. By the time it subsided, you were alone and isolated the forests of northwestern Russia, without any means of finding your allies. It's been a few days since then and all you've been doing is walking. You ran from the sun and headed east, clinging to the desperate hope you might one of the small villages your platoon had encountered on campaign. You didn't care if it meant risking getting captured by the Bolsheviks. Better to be a prisoner then lost in a frozen wilderness. Especially as your situation was steadily growing more and more dire.

Your rations were running thin, and you hadn't found the Dvina yet, so odds of finding clean drinking water were slim, even if you considered taking time to melt the snow. But more than that… more than that was the feeling that you were being watched. That you were being followed.

That you were being hunted.

Not by bears, or wolves, or what other predator might call this snow-covered hellscape home, but by something else. Something smart. Something human. At night, you sometimes sensed eyes watching you from the dark and on occasion, there was a shadow that moved just out of the corner of your eye. Your twisted ankle, it hadn't been injured due to an accident, or to do fighting the Reds. It had been a trap. The kind of trap a hunter would make. You had been beneath a tree on the way back to your latest makeshift camp when there was a sudden 'snap'! and you felt the rope tighten around your ankle.

You only had a brief second to realize what happened before you suddenly found yourself nearly twenty feet of the ground, hanging upside down by the snare around your ankle. Your rifle had slipped from around your shoulders and discharged by accident when it hit the ground. With the sound no doubt attracting the attention of animals, or whoever had set the trap and the blood rushing to your head, you had to act fast. You took your trench-knife and managed to cut the rope around your ankle. The fall would have killed you if you hadn't tried to land on your back, and the fact that you managed to walk away with only a twisted ankle and not a fractured leg, was nothing short of miraculous.

Still, even with the injury, the snare was a mixed bag for you. Its mere existence promised the presence of human life in the forest, but the fact that it looked as though it was intended for trapping other humans… spoke of something worse. Regardless, you kept marching, even if your ankle was screaming at you to stop, even if you were being hunted by something that may or may not be human. You couldn't stop, not with the sun setting as it was. Unless you found shelter, there was a good chance that this night would be your last.

You walked for another hour or two, what little warmth left in your body was swiftly deserting you. Your fingers were numb, but not frostbitten. Not yet anyway. But you were exhausted, each breath was a labored pant that billowed steam, each step half-way to becoming a drunken stumble. Until, at last… salvation.

In front of you was a small log cabin, and to your unspeakable relief, it looked to be inhabited. There was a pile of freshly chopped logs stacked under a lean-to, smoke bellowed from the chimney in a steady grey whisp, and even behind a layer of frost, you could make out light behind the windows. Hope welled in your chest even as your body was close to collapse. You managed to limp your way to the door and pounded on it with what little strength you had. For close to a minute your prayed to any god that was listening before finally the door opened. You were greeted with a merciful rush of warm air and the cabin's sole occupant stood in the doorway.

She was a young woman, that was all you brain managed to register as it rapidly approached its limit. "Please…I need help," was all you managed to get out past numbed lips before the last of your strength left you. Darkness crept into your vision and with a thump, you collapsed into unconsciousness at the woman's feet.

You never even saw the hatchet in her hand.

-

Demon. Ghost. Baba Yaga. The young woman has had many names given to her over the years. Her favorite (and perhaps the most accurate) was the Huntress. Still, there was an older name she occasionally went. A name known now only to her alone, but was once spoken to her in hushed, loving whispers when she was a mere child. Anna. Anna, as previously established, was a Huntress. And these woods, this isolated expanse of frozen wilderness, were her hunting grounds. They had been since she was a child. They were her domain, her territory, she was just as much a part of the Wild as any other predator. She hunted her prey and then returned to her den to eat her fill. And like any other predator, when someone intruded on her territory, she dealt with them.

Sometimes that meant wolf packs that had grown too large and were overhunting. Sometimes that meant a bear who made its den too close to hers. But most recently, it meant soldiers. Men, wearing their flags and carrying their noisy guns, killing her prey and scaring off the ones they didn't kill. So, she dealt with them, like she would any other intruder. It was easy, too, even if they had guns. Guns were stupid, or at least Anna thought so. They were noisy and slow and needed to be cleaned and fed. That's why Anna preferred her hatchets. Quick, precise, and quiet. Those soldiers never even saw her before her hatchets were buried in their backs. Eventually, they learned to stay away.

Which made it all the more surprising to Anna when she found a lone soldier wandering in her territory.

He showed up a few days after the latest snowstorm, wandering all by his lonesome. That alone was strange. The soldiers who came before never showed up alone. Anna didn't recognize the flag he wore, either, with its red and white stirpes and white stars on a blue field. Anna knew that her forest was part of a place called Russia, but that was it. Russia was just some vague idea her mother had passed on to her, not anything of real significance. The forest was her home.

And this lone soldier was intruding upon it.

She only watched him at first. It had been a long while since she had killed another human and she wanted to see how long he lasted before she got bored. He did… fine, for the first few days. Hiding in his little shelters, as if they would keep her out. It wasn't until the fifth day or so did he stumble upon one of her old mantraps. She never took them down. It wasn't like she would forget where they were and even without other people, they were still useful for catching elk and bears. She was just about to bury her axe in his chest when he cut himself free, much to her surprise. Still, he ended up injuring himself on the way down and so, she left him there. He would probably be dead by nightfall, anyway,

Which mad it all the more surprising when – as she was sharpening her hatchets – she heard a knock on her door. Anna did not jump at the sound. She may wear rabbit ears, but she was no frightened hare. Instead, with hatchet in hand, she cautiously opened the door. To her surprise, there was her lost solider. His face was pale, his lips were blue, and he was leaning heavily on his noisy rifle, but he was alive still. Though she briefly doubted it when he collapsed at her feet after mumbling some gibberish she didn't understand.

After spending a solid minute just staring at his unconscious form in shock, Anna dropped her hatchet and grabbed the solider under his shoulders, dragging him inside and closing the door behind her. She laid him on a table, the one she used to butcher her larger prey and… simply left him there. Sitting on a stool across from him, Anna stared at the lone, sleeping soldier in silence, her hands fidgeting with her hatchet as she was deep in thought.

She contemplated simply killing him. It would be easy for her to run her axe-blade across his throat as he slept, a far quicker and kinder death than any she had given before. But something made Anna stay her hand. She glanced away from the soldier's sleeping form and her gaze fell onto a small wooden object tucked away into the corner. It was crib, a simple wooden cradle decorated with faded and chipped paint. The Huntress stood and walked over to the crib, resting a hand on it and gently rocking back and forth, filling the cabin with the sound of soft creaking.

By nurture, Anna was a Huntress.

By nature, she longed to be a mother.

Anna's mother died when she was little, killed by an elk on a hunting trip gone wrong. Since then, Anna had been on her own, growing, killing, surviving. She killed that elk, but it didn't bring her mother back. As the years went by and she grew older, she went from wanting her mother back to wanting to be a mother herself. So she went out to find children, girls preferably. She crept into the few villages near her cabin and stole their infants from their cradles to raise as her own.

But they never lasted.

She didn't understand why. Surely, being a mother couldn't be that difficult. Her mother had done fine on her own before that elk killed her. But every time, something would go wrong. They wouldn't eat, they would get sick, or she'd leave them for too long and come back to find them… gone. Now, there were no more children to be found. The villages now lay abandoned, their inhabitants fleeing from the demon of the forest. The only people stupid enough to approach her domain were ignorant soldiers like the one lying on the table.

Anna paused. Slowly, like a wolf that caught the scent of a rabbit, she turned her head to the slumbering soldier. Quietly, she approached the table where he slept and reached her hand out. Her fingers brushed lightly against his face, feeling the fragile warmth returning to his cheeks. Slowly, Anna started to think.

Anna wasn't stupid. She might not be educated, she couldn't read or spell her own name, or knew many numbers past ten, but she wasn't stupid. If she was, she would have starved to death long ago. No, Anna wasn't educated, but she was cunning. A hunter had to be. She didn't have claws or antlers or fur, so she had to be cunning to survive. And she knew things. Things about the animals she hunted. She knew how to track them, how to trap them, and she knew how they reproduced. She never had a father, or at least not one she could remember, but she knew she must have one, because…

Because you needed a male to make a baby.

Slowly, a cunning grin crossed Anna's face. Her hands left the soldier's face and began tracing their way across her body. Across her hips, wide and perfect for bearing children. Across her breasts, heavy and ideal for nursing. Grinning still, Anna turned away from her soldier and began humming to herself. It was a gentle, familiar melody, a lullaby her mother had sung to her when she was a child. She grinned as she hummed and began grabbing bits of cloth. Her soldier's ankle needed tending to and she had long learned how to treat a twisted ankle.

She needed to make her child's father comfortable when he woke up after all.

-

When you woke, the cold was gone. Your breath didn't freeze when you exhaled, and you could feel your fingers twitch and flex. You looked around and saw that you were lying in a bed, covered in animal furs. You glanced around and saw that you were in a seemingly empty bedroom and a nearby window told you that it was night. You felt something around your ankle and, flipping the fur blanket off, you saw your twisted ankle set into a makeshift splint meant to keep it from swelling.

Before you could do anything else, though, the bedroom door suddenly flew open. You turned… and your eyes widened. There, standing in the doorway, was the woman who greeted you earlier, the presumed owner of the cabin. You were finally got a good look at her and…

You blinked as different reactions warred in your mind before settling a wide-eyed confusion. The woman in front of you was wearing a simple wooden half-mask, painted white and cared to resemble a rabbit, with one of its long ears broken off. That was the first thing your mind registered. The second thing your mind registered (to your slight chagrin) was her body. Nothing crass – at first – but rather the fact that the woman was very muscular. The sleaves of her sweater were rolled up, exposing her pale, toned arms and her shoulders were broad, as were her hips and thighs. Amazonian was the word to describe her, muscular and fit, but still feminine. Very feminine, you realized, feeling heat creep up your neck and a stirring in your loins.

Her breasts were… huge. Simply huge, and tightly constrained by her simple sweater. They sat proudly on her chest, ample mounds of soft, bouncy flesh to contrast the hardened muscle of her chest. A chest that led down to a narrow waist that soon expanded into a wide pair of hips. She was a woman of contrasts, plain and enticing. Soft and firm. Muscular and feminine. Strong and sensual. And to a man who hadn't been with a woman since leaving the States, she was a vision of heaven.

The woman giggled; hand demurely placed over her smirking lips. You blushed furiously, realizing that you'd been gawking at her for a half-a-minute. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-I" you stammered and the woman giggled some more.

She then gestured to herself, her hand practically cupping her heavy bosom. "Anna," she said, her voice surprisingly low and thick with an accent.

"A-Anna," you managed. "I-thank you for helping me." She tilted her head curiously and it slowly dawned on you that she probably couldn't speak English. Before you could begin bemoaning on how you could get directions out of her, Anna began to walk towards you. Well, 'walk' might be being dishonest. She more or less, 'stalked' or even 'strutted' toward you, her wide hips swaying left and right, left and right as her heavy tits gently bounced beneath her tight sweater. You momentarily lost yourself in the hypnotic sway of her hips before suddenly, Anna was standing at the foot of the bed.

You were now looking up at Anna, that playful smirk still on her plump lips. Slowly, sensually, she ran her hands up her sides, brushing across her every curve before digging her thumbs beneath the straps of her apron-dress, a sarafan, you think it was called. You watched in wide-eyed astonishment as she smoothly slipped the straps off her broad shoulders, letting the sarafan slip off her voluptuous frame and pool at her feet.

Anna was left only in her sweater and workpants. The clothing stretched tight over her ample curves. Her breasts practically jutted from her chest, stretching the woolen sweater to its limits as she stood over you.

You swallowed nervously, your eyes reluctantly leaving her massive tits and meeting her dark, sharp gaze beneath her rabbit mask. That same smirk was still on her face, playful, almost smug as she swayed on the spot, her hands running up and down her curvy form. "Wh-wha," you swallowed again. "What are you doing?"

Anna simply put a finger to her lips, telling you to shush. Her knees bent until she was kneeling on the bed before falling onto all fours. Her dark, intense eyes pinned you in place, leaving you frozen as she slowly began crawling towards you. Her thick ass swayed behind her as she moved, like a cat about to pounce. Her heavy, swinging tits dragged across your chest until your chin was nearly buried in her ample, pale cleavage. She was practically on top of you before finally she pulled back, your face almost nuzzling her heavy breasts as she planted that thick ass on your chest. Anna, the Huntress, was now sitting on your chest, hands folded in her lap and that same, damn smirk on her lips.

"What are you-?" You began, only for Anna to put her finger to your lips.

"Tishe," she whispered, before taking her hands away from your face. She pressed them flat against your chest, feeling up your muscled torso appreciatively. You could do nothing as slowly, painfully, she undid each and every button of your fatigues, until your chest was exposed to the sweltering warm cabin air, your heart beating furiously beneath your plain gray tank top. Anna eyed your near-bare chest hungrily before lowering her head against you, her ear pressed against where your heart was. She giggled, before glancing up at you. "Tvoye serdtse b'yetsya tak bistro," she purred before raising her head until her lips were brushing against your ear. "Kak ispugannyy malen'kiy krolik~" She breathed, before gently nibbling on your earlobe.

You were frozen stiff under the tender ministrations of this busty, Russian wild-woman. You could only watch helplessly as she pulled back until she was once more looking down on you before grabbing the hem of her sweater. You watched, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, as she hauled the fabric up, stretching and straining it until her big, fat tits flopped down onto her chest, wobbling briefly before they settled. Anna grinned smugly as you were practically hypnotized by her massive tits. She shook her shoulders lightly, sending her big boobs bouncing, your eyes following their every movement with slavish devotion.

Raising her hips off your chest, Anna slowly, teasingly began tugging them down until she could kick them off her ankles. She wore no undergarments, her untrimmed, soaking cunt sat atop you, mere inches from your throbbing cock below. "Chto u vas zdes' yest'?" she asked as she undid your zipped and gasped. "Eto muzhskoy chlen?" she's whispered, wrapping her hands around your cock and giving it a few experimental tugs. "Takoy bol'shoy, takoy goryachiy~"

The wild-woman mounted you, leaving you had no chance to resist; you were subjected to the ravenous lust of the rugged beauty, gasping and groaning as she lined up her drooling quivering cunt with your cock. "W-wait…," you tried, cutting through the haze of lust enough to realize having unprotected sex with a strange, Russian woman in a rabbit mask might not be the best idea.

Anna was having none of it though. "Zatknis' i day mne rebenka," she hissed, before slamming her gushing cunt down on your throbbing cock. You let out a shuddering moan as your cock was engulfed in Anna's drooling, boiling cunt in one go. "TRAKHNI MENYA!" Anna wailed as her mighty ass crashed against your hips. She simply sat there for a moment, head lowered, groaning atop your lap as her pussy was stretched across your cock. Until at last, she looked up and her eyes met yours. A lustful, almost feral grin crossed her lips as she firmly placed her hands on your chest.

"Itak, my idem~", she purred, before dropping her hips down on yours, swallowing your cock up in her pussy over and over again! Her huge tits jiggled and bounced against your face while her intensely powerful core muscles clamped down and squeezed your cock inside of her. "Oh! Ah! Ohhn!" Anna cried out in bliss, dark eyes lolling back in their sockets as she clobbered your hips with her own. She hammered you without mercy, driving her pussy up and down to engulf your cock repeatedly, never pausing in her assault. She'd pulverize your pelvis before long, and she didn't care one bit; all that mattered was that she didn't leave this room without being bred.

Below Anna, you were doing everything you could just to say sane amidst her lustful onslaught. Her heavy, child-bearing hips smashed down on your pelvis with the force of a jackhammer. The two of you fucked like animals. The heavy smacks! Of flesh of flesh drowned out the grunts and groans pleasure the two of you made. Anna set a truly hellish pace on his trapped cock. Her massive heavy hips slamming up and down her large breasts swinging freely as she rode you like a wild animal! Her cunt clamping down on your cock like a vice! Her searing velvet cunt was milking you for all it was worth.

You couldn't let long amid all that pleasure. You growled and moaned in absolute bliss, balls clenching, brewing up a truly virile load to give to the wild Huntress-in-Heat. Each drop of her hips sent a wave of uncontrollable bliss throughout your body, made you quake and convulse as your cockhead punched her womb "Anna!" you hissed, the poor resistance you managed to put up breaking as you came. You gripped her wide hips, teeth clenched, as you pumped her fertile womb full.

The Huntress moaned out loud as you filled her with seed, flooding her to the brink and then beyond. She clamped her thighs around you and snarled in bliss that she just couldn't control, but she didn't stop moving her hips – not until she'd milked every last drop out of you! Her heavy thick hips rose and crashed down like an elk in heat! Faster and faster until you were finished emptying inside of her… until finally she began to slow down. Anna, the Huntress, collapsed on top of you, burying your face between her huge, heaving tits as the strength left her blissed out body. The two of you panted in post-coital bliss, a sweaty heap of soft curves and hard muscle.

It wasn't to last, however.

Whereas Anna was robbed of her strength, you still had yours. As well as an untapped well of lust that longed to taken out on this lustful, big-titted huntress. Anna crooned in surprised delight as you slid from under her, leaving her stretched out on the bed without an ounce of power left in her voluptuous body. You winced in pain as your ankle protested the movement, but powered through it. The huntress let out a giggling yelp as you seized her thick thighs and hoisted them up and over your shoulders. Her eyes met yours as the tip of your cock once more pressed against her cunt. "Razvodi menya~", she purred You didn't need to know Russian to get the message. "Hnng!" She grunted in pleasure as you slammed your cock into her pussy once more.

And then you were thrusting, prying her legs back to touch her shoulders as you hammered her sloppy pussy into oblivion. "Razvodi menya…" Anna repeated, gasping with each SLAP of flesh on flesh, each time your cock bottomed out inside her and sent spears of golden pleasure hurtling up her spine. "Razvodi menya." She clenched her muscles and held on for dear life, but you were too strong, too frantic in your braindead affections for her to handle, and soon enough her tongue was waving outside her mouth, her eyes crossing, sweat rolling down her skin! "Razvodi menya!" Her dark hair lay across the bedfurs in a gorgeous tangle, growing messier with each jolt of her huge body!

"R-razvodi menya!" She gasped, flinging her arms around your shoulders. She pulled you close, crushing you to her, pancaking her massive, bouncy tits against your chest as she chanted those two words in your ear. "Razvodi menya, Razvodi menya, Razvodi menya…" You drilled your cock into her pussy with all your strength, panting and moaning into Anna's mouth as your lips met in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss. You devastated Anna's cunt with deep drills of your cock, harder and faster, until you couldn't take it anymore – and you blew another giant load inside her! "RAZVODI MENYA!" Anna screamed in motherly bliss as she was driven into a another, body-shaking orgasm. "RAZVODI MENYA! RAZVODI MENYA! SDELAY MENYA MATER'YU!" You kept on massaging your spasming cock inside Anna until you drained every last drop of your load inside of her. Only then did you flop down beside the Huntress and kiss her giant, heaving tits, both lovers wheezing for air.

Beside you, Anna, the Huntress panted in pure, unadulterated bliss. Her hand softly brushed her utterly stuffed cunt as she hummed her lullaby in her mind, dreaming of the coming day when she'll be able to sing it to her own child.