The Feast
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Luckily it doesn't seem like the demon is after you. You think about backtracking but decide it’s safer not to. You continue your climb into the mountains, the air growing cooler and thinner. The thought crosses your mind that this is where the giant winged creature flew off to. But surely your chances of encountering it are slim.
A shriek pierces the air and you see a dark shape glide overhead. As it comes closer you can see the outline of its leathery wings and the ridge of spines along its tail. You panic and scramble for cover, but it’s too late.
The dragon swoops down at you, knocking you over with a rush of wind. Your head hits the rocks and you are dazed. You feel your body being lifted into the air. You scream but there is no one around to hear you. Even if there were, they wouldn’t be able to save you.
The dragon flies you to the top of the tallest peak of the mountains. It drops you on the soft moss of the dragon’s perch. Your heart beats loudly in your chest, panic and the thin mountain air making it hard to breathe.
The dragon traces a claw down the front of your dress and you dare not move. The fabric cuts cleanly, falling away to expose your naked body to the night air.
The beast sniffs at you, its razor sharp teeth a hair’s breadth from your tender skin. Its jaws open slightly and you wonder if this is the last thing you will see before the darkness of death.
The tip of its giant tongue slips out between its teeth and caresses your stomach, tasting you. You wish it would get it over with, but like a cat with a mouse it seems to want to toy with you first.
You tense, shivering as the dragon’s tongue traces your stomach upwards to your breasts and back down to the soft cleft of your thighs. You wonder if it can taste the fear in your sweat. Its tongue flicks your pussy. A whimper escapes your lips.
The dragon raises its snout and you can see its erect cock sticking out from its scaled underbelly. The tapered tip of the head is as big around as your thigh, and its ridged shaft bulges out at its thickest to a wider girth than your waist. It would tear you in two. Surely the beast doesn’t plan to try and breed you.
The dragon advances forward, sliding its massive cock against your naked body already wet with saliva. You can feel every ridge, every muscle of its terrifying member. You shudder with the thought of what something like that might feel like trying to push its way inside you. You hope you never have to find out.
The tip of the dragon’s cock pushes between your breasts and against your mouth. You can taste the dragon’s essence through your pursed lips. You refuse to give it any pleasure. But the dragon doesn’t seem to mind. It slides its cock along your body, the sheer weight of it threatening to crush you. The texture of the shaft massages your clit making your whole body tingle even as you tremble in fear. You can see the underside of the beast’s hard, scaled snout and the glint of its amber eye when it looks down at you. It will surely devour you once it has pleasured itself.
The dragon’s cock slides off you and pushes your legs apart. You scream and plead for the beast to show you mercy. You are no dragoness. You are only a small, fragile human woman. Surely you will die, torn apart by the giant member.
The dragon’s cock spasms against your pussy and you feel its warmth flowing inside you. It fills you and flows down into the moss below you. You think you may be the only person to have lived through an encounter with a dragon. Your stomach bulges as the beast’s seed continues to flow. You thank the gods for their mercy.
The dragon leaves you to curl up and sleep. You lie on the moss too exhausted to move.
You hear footsteps near you and sit up. Standing over you is the goat-horned demon. He is smiling. “I was watching the whole time. I was afraid you’d surely be eaten.”
He grabs you by the wrist, his fingers threatening to crush your bones.
“But you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time to bring order to this world.”
Epilogue.
You decide to take cover in the hunter’s cabin, at least until you are sure the giant isn’t coming back.
The weather-worn structure looks so small up close, and you can tell at once why it was abandoned. A terrible fire has left the place a scorched shell. The wooden roof is all but gone apart from the cross beams, allowing what little moonlight there is to illuminate the inside.
The bed and table are charred and everything else has been reduced to piles of ash. A thick cake of dirt covers the floor, telling you the fire must have happened sometime ago. Near the remains of the crumbling fireplace you spot a heavy metal ring set into the floor. It belongs to a trapdoor.
A distant rumble shakes the cabin. The giant might be coming back. You kneel down and heave on the ring with all your strength and the door swings open with a burp of musty air. You fall backwards in surprise.
On hands and knees you crawl back to the hole and look down into the dark. You can only see the first few rungs of the ladder until your eyes adjust, and then you can make out a patch of dirt floor below. A proper basement, not just a crawlspace. You grab hold of the ladder and drop down.
You can barely see much beyond a small circle of light coming in from the open door above you. Down here the night is absolute. Something with too many legs drops onto your shoulder and you squirm for it to fall off.
“Kitten,” a hissing voice echoes from somewhere in the dark. You pause with a hand on the ladder.
You hear it again. “Kitten.”
This time, it doesn’t stop. The name echoes through the cellar, first one voice then another. The harsh whispers spiral around you and claw at your eardrums.
“Silence!” a deep voice cuts through the whirlwind.
You can see nothing, no one. You call out into the darkness, “Who’s there?”
There is a measure of silence. Then, “That’s what he called you, isn’t it. Kitten?”
You can hear nails clicking together in steady sets of four, but can still see nothing beyond your little circle of dusty light. You don’t recognize the voice, but he seems to know you and Vale.
“Kitten,” the voice crooned, “We have been trapped inside the castle, listening to all that goes on between its walls. Tonight we are free because of you. It is high time we feast.”
He steps out of the shadows, a six-foot beast of muscle with grey skin and leathery wings thrusting out of his back. In front, below his navel, is a large erect cock and a heavy set of balls. His smile reveals elongated canines glistening red with blood.
You try to retreat, but your back is already pressed against the ladder. His face is inches from yours, nostrils flaring as he sniffs in your scent. You tremble, but only half from fear. Your face feels flushed. You think he won’t feast on your blood but something else.
He laughs as he traces a clawed hand down the front of your dress. It rips cleanly, exposing your breasts and delicate stomach. Your torn dress slides down off your shoulders and onto the ground. He extends an extremely long, muscular black tongue from his mouth and dips it down around the curve of your breast, circling your nipple, taking time to tease you until your nipples are hard as little diamonds. You whimper.
He grabs you under the arms and places you high up on the ladder. You hold on tight, trembling, unable to muster the willpower to move of your own accord. His tongue slides up the middle of your legs. The tip nudges aside your panties so it can thrust into you.
You can hear the rustling of leathery wings around you in the darkness. There are more of them down here. They whisper Vale’s name for you as their leader claims you.
By the time he has had a full taste, you are putty in his hands. He turns you around and grasps your ass. You can feel his pointed claws bite into your flesh leaving pinpricks of blood on your skin. He laps up your blood leaving your cheeks wet with saliva. His tongue flicks between your cheeks. You reach back with one hand and spread yourself for him, your other and still clinging tightly to the ladder. He slips his tongue inside your ass, teasingly licking your entrance. You push bac
k, wanting him to go deeper. He obliges.
A high screech echoes from above. The vampire withdraws his tongue and the basement comes alive with movement. He goes back into the darkness and you hear whispered voices in a tongue you don’t recognize. You feel suddenly exposed, naked on the ladder and hopelessly aroused.
An immense figure flies out from the darkness, knocking you down. Your head hits one of the rungs as more and more of the winged monsters ascends out of the basement to fly into the night.
There is another screech. It is as if they are being called somewhere. You wait until they are long gone before climbing back up into the cabin.
Your dress is torn in two, so you’ll need something to wear. You search the burnt remains of the cabin and find out back a small leather making area. You gather up the scraps, an unfinished tunic and a skirt of rabbit furs.
Once dressed, you continue through the forest following a game trail that crosses a badly rutted wagon path. Though the path seems long abandoned, it eventually leads to a ramshackle town nestled in the forest. The people of the town seem to be of mixed orc, lizard, and cat folk blood. Some have more characteristics of one or the other, but you don’t see many of a single race. No one hassles you as you walk through the streets, reading the shop signs to find a suitable place to rest. There are no monsters, either. You think you might finally be safe.
Epilogue.
You decide to take cover in the hunter’s cabin, at least until you are sure the giant isn’t coming back.
The weather-worn structure looks so small up close, and you can tell at once why it was abandoned. A terrible fire has left the place a scorched shell. The wooden roof is all but gone apart from the cross beams, allowing what little moonlight there is to illuminate the inside.
The bed and table are charred and everything else has been reduced to piles of ash. A thick cake of dirt covers the floor, telling you the fire must have happened sometime ago. Near the remains of the crumbling fireplace you spot a heavy metal ring set into the floor. It belongs to a trapdoor.
A distant rumble shakes the cabin. The giant might be coming back. You kneel down and heave on the ring with all your strength and the door swings open with a burp of musty air. You fall backwards in surprise.
On hands and knees you crawl back to the hole and look down into the dark. You can only see the first few rungs of the ladder until your eyes adjust, and then you can make out a patch of dirt floor below. A proper basement, not just a crawlspace. You grab hold of the ladder and drop down.
You can barely see much beyond a small circle of light coming in from the open door above you. Down here the night is absolute. Something with too many legs drops onto your shoulder and you squirm for it to fall off.
“Kitten,” a hissing voice echoes from somewhere in the dark. You pause with a hand on the ladder.
You hear it again. “Kitten.”
This time, it doesn’t stop. The name echoes through the cellar, first one voice then another. The harsh whispers spiral around you and claw at your eardrums.
“Silence!” a deep voice cuts through the whirlwind.
You can see nothing, no one. You call out into the darkness, “Who’s there?”
There is a measure of silence. Then, “That’s what he called you, isn’t it. Kitten?”
You can hear nails clicking together in steady sets of four, but can still see nothing beyond your little circle of dusty light. You don’t recognize the voice, but he seems to know you and Vale.
“Kitten,” the voice croons, “We have been trapped inside the castle, listening to all that goes on between its walls. Tonight we are free because of you. It is high time we feast.”
He steps out of the shadows, a six-foot beast of muscle with grey skin and leathery wings thrusting out of his back. In front, below his navel, is a large erect cock and a heavy set of balls. His smile reveals elongated canines glistening red with blood.
You try to retreat, but your back is already pressed against the ladder. His face is inches from yours, nostrils flaring as he sniffs in your scent. You tremble, but only half from fear. Your face feels flushed. You think he won’t feast on your blood but something else.
He laughs as he traces a clawed hand down the front of your dress. It rips cleanly, exposing your breasts and delicate stomach. Your torn dress slides down off your shoulders and onto the ground. He extends an extremely long, muscular black tongue from his mouth and dips it down around the curve of your breast, circling your nipple, taking time to tease you until your nipples are hard as little diamonds. You whimper.
He grabs you under the arms and places you high up on the ladder. You hold on tight, trembling, unable to muster the willpower to move of your own accord. His tongue slides up the middle of your legs. The tip nudges aside your panties so it can thrust into you.
You can hear the rustling of leathery wings around you in the darkness. There are more of them down here. They whisper Vale’s name for you as their leader claims you.
By the time he has had a full taste, you are putty in his hands. He turns you around and grasps your ass. You can feel his pointed claws bite into your flesh leaving pinpricks of blood on your skin. He laps up your blood leaving your cheeks wet with saliva. His tongue flicks between your cheeks. You reach back with one hand and spread yourself for him, your other and still clinging tightly to the ladder. He slips his tongue inside your ass, teasingly licking your entrance. You push back, wanting him to go deeper. He obliges.
A high screech echoes from above. The vampire withdraws his tongue and the basement comes alive with movement. He goes back into the darkness and you hear whispered voices in a tongue you don’t recognize. You feel suddenly exposed, naked on the ladder and hopelessly aroused.
An immense figure flies out from the darkness, knocking you down. Your head hits one of the rungs as more and more of the winged monsters ascends out of the basement to fly into the night.
There is another screech. It is as if they are being called somewhere. You wait until they are long gone before climbing back up into the cabin.
Waiting for you in the burnt out ruins is the goat-horned demon. He is smiling. “Their leader will be much stronger for having drunk your blood. He is lucky he got to you before I took away your power.”
He grabs you by the wrist, his fingers threatening to crush your bones.
“Now it’s time to bring order to this world.”
Epilogue.
You pass the cabin to continue deeper into the forest. A fog emerges, making everything look ghostly. You try to follow a straight path as best you can. Getting turned around in a forest like this could be deadly.
A distant rumble shakes the forest, then another much closer. Trees shiver and topple. Whatever is coming—a forest troll, a giant—will be upon you soon. You run through the trees, your dress snagging on branches as you try desperately to outrun the creature.
You turn to look over your shoulder but see nothing in the fog. You stumble over a rock and fall flat on your stomach. A massive hoof comes within inches of flattening you. You feel yourself being picked up off the ground and your dress torn from your body. Something enters you, violating you. You feel a sudden, powerful arousal radiate through your body as if you have been drugged.
You are fucked roughly by the beast. You can hear it panting and grunting. The sounds remind you of a rutting stag. When it is done with you, it drops you to the ground. The world goes black for a moment when you hit.
You sit up slowly. The forest is silent. It as if all the sound has been sucked from the air. The only thing you can hear is the sound of your heavy breathing and the pounding of your heart in your chest. In the fog you can see something standing between the trees that looks like a large stag, or perhaps a man but with antlers sprouting from his head. The form seems to waver as you look at it, and tales of ancient forest gods come to mind. The creature turns and stalks off into the forest. Only when it is gone does sound return to th
e world.
You get up. Your legs are sticky and you feel a heaviness deep within your womb. Instinct tells you that you are bearing the child of whatever it was that forced itself upon you.
Your dress lies in tatters on the forest floor. You return to the cabin you passed to scavenge for clothing. The cabin itself is a burnt out shell, but out back there is a small leather making area. You gather up the scraps, an unfinished tunic and a skirt of rabbit furs. They will have to do for now.
Once dressed, you continue through the forest following a game trail that crosses a badly rutted wagon path. Though the path seems long abandoned, it eventually leads to a ramshackle town nestled in the forest. The people of the town seem to be of mixed orc, lizard, and cat folk blood. Some have more characteristics of one or the other, but you don’t see many of a single race. No one hassles you as you walk through the streets, reading the shop signs to find an apothecary.
Inside you ask the orc-lizard working there for what you need, a tonic to stop the growth of the forest creature’s offspring inside you.
He asks you for a description of the creature to make sure he gives you the right dosage. You tell him of the shaking trees, the antlered man, and the odd silence of the forest. He stops himself from handing over the vial he is holding, his hand trembling over the counter.
“Cernunnos,” he whispers. “The god of the forest. Are you sure you wish to do this?”
Yes, you will take the tonic.
No, you will keep what the god gave you.
You take the vial from the orc-lizard’s hand and replace it with the red stone necklace Vale gave you. You notice the stone has a deep crack through it, but the apothecary owner takes it without complaint.