The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  “That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But I had no idea that Vale would try to force fate like that. I should have expected it from him.”

  You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.

  “I barely escaped the Order with my life. The hold that Vale had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d survive to fight him. He could have killed me years ago, but what he loved more than anything was playing with people. And he knew he could play with me.”

  You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? Despite his mistakes, you know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.

  “It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

  The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.

  Epilogue.

  You pull Jasper to you, kissing him deeply. The cart jostles making your bodies bump together. You can feel his heat through his thin tunic. It’s not nearly enough.

  You hike up your dress and straddle him. Though you know Sybil is just on the other side of the tower of crates, you don’t care. All you care about is Jasper. And you know he wants you too.

  You shove Jasper backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Jasper’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he touches you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.

  Jaspers soft moans fill your ear.

  “I love you,” he whispers.

  You whisper it back to him. It’s all you need to say to each other as you flee into the night, your bodies seeking each other out for comfort and pleasure.

  “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  Exhausted, you lie with your head on Jasper’s chest as he strokes your hair. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to speak.

  “I know who you are,” Jasper says. “I knew all along.”

  You sit up. How could he keep something so important from you?

  You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.

  “I met you once before all of this,” he says. “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back in Doria.

  “We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.

  “That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But I had no idea that Vale would try to force fate like that. I should have expected it from him.”

  You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.

  “I barely escaped the Order with my life. The hold that Vale had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d survive to fight him. He could have killed me years ago, but what he loved more than anything was playing with people. And he knew he could play with me.”

  You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? Despite his mistakes, you know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.

  “It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

  The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.

  Epilogue.

  It’s a risk, but you pull Jasper to you, kissing him deeply. He kisses you back with equal passion. The cart jostles making your bodies bump together. You can feel his heat through his thin tunic. It’s not nearly enough.

  You hike up your dress and straddle him. Though you know Sybil is just on the other side of the tower of crates, you don’t care. All you care about is Jasper. And you know he wants you too.

  You shove Jasper backwards and kiss him hard. He pulls your dress up further and you can feel the cool night air on your wet pussy. Jasper’s fingers are cool too, but warm quickly as he touches you. You reach into his pants and stroke his cock.

  Jaspers soft moans fill your ear.

  “I want you,” he whispers.

  You whisper it back to him. It’s all you need to say to each other as you flee into the night, your bodies seeking each other out for comfort and pleasure.

  “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  Exhausted, you lie with your head on Jasper’s chest as he strokes your hair. You feel as if all your muscles have turned to butter and you can’t even muster the willpower to speak.

  “I know who you are,” Jasper says. “I knew all along.”

  You sit up. How could he keep something so important from you?

  You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.

  “I met you once before all of this,” he says. “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be tried for treason back in Doria.

  “We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.

  “That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But now that Vale’s dead, the promise doesn’t matter. We’ve won.”

  You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.

  “I barely escaped the Order with my life. The hold that Vale had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d survive to fight him. He could have killed me years ago, but what he loved more than anything was playing with people. And he knew he could play with me.”

  You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? He did what he could to keep you safe, to make sure you ended up where you were meant to be. You know in your heart that he would never do anything to hurt you.

  “It’s okay,” you say, kissing him on the cheek.

  What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.

  Epilogue.

  You walk blindly towards the noise. Gradually the passage grows lighter, enough that you can see the outline of the walls and floor. Empty sconces line the hallway at regular intervals. You wish you had a torch.

  You hear a low growl up ahead. It sounds like a feral dog. You squint into the darkness and see a tall, lean hound baring its teeth. You stand motionless, watching as it transforms before your eyes into a tall, lean man then back down into a dog. The shapeshifter growls at you, its canine body lowering ready to attack.

  You turn and run back down the passage. You can hear the dog’s nails scratchin
g up the stones as it chases after you. The hound is built like a racing dog and is fast, much faster than you. You feel paws against your back and hit the ground hard. The wind is knocked out of you. You feel disoriented. You can’t breathe.

  Human arms wrap around your body restricting your movements. The human form of the shapeshifter has a wiry, savage strength. He pushes up your dress and shoves your panties aside. You writhe underneath him fighting to keep from being violated.

  The shapeshifter forces himself inside you, his human cock too long to fit all the way. He tries to push it in further against the resistance of your body. You can feel your stomach bulging where he can go no further, and then an odd feeling of pressure as his cock slips against something deep inside of you. The feeling sends tingles through your body like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

  You let out a low, deep moan and the shapeshifter moves his hips the same way again, the tip of his cock brushing against that new part of you and making the pressure build more. You can feel yourself drenching his cock in your juices. You grind back against him, craving that deep feeling of pleasure.

  You pant and moan like an animal as the shapeshifter moves on top of you. Your body is covered in sweat and you can feel the delicious building, building, building of pressure and then your body is tingling all over, vibrating as it never has before. You feel release from your head to your toes, coming in waves and patterns through your nerves. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this before.

  As the vibrations settle you feel a change in the shapeshifter. He is no longer bearing his weight on you, and it feels like there is a bulge at the base of his cock where there wasn’t one before. You try to slide his cock out of you, but it gets stuck around the bulge. You hear canine panting. You are too scared to look over your shoulder.

  Every time you shift you feel a small aftershock of your deep orgasm, even knowing that the shapeshifter is no longer human. Finally you feel a tugging and a pop as the shapeshifter pulls out, followed by a warm flow of liquid from inside you. You hear paws on stone growing fainter until they disappear down the pitch black hall. Only then do you have the courage to fix your clothing and get up. Hopefully there are no more horrors waiting in the dark.

  You try to go back the way you came, but suspect you’ve been hopelessly turned around. Again you hear noises ahead of you. Behind you there is only silence.

  Follow the noises.

  Turn back the other way.

  You decide to stay away from the noises and continue down the hallway. It’s not long before you start to hear echoes again. They sound muffled and seem to be coming from somewhere to your left.

  Follow the sounds.

  Stay away.

  You decide to go towards the noise. You stretch your left hand out feeling blindly for the far wall. Instead you find a wooden door. As you open it light floods the hallway, along with the sounds of the feast and its guests. You find yourself in the entryway of the castle, the door to the great hall just across from you. You breathe a sigh of relief.

  Somewhere in the castle bells start ringing. They don’t sound celebratory. Jasper comes out of the great hall and spots you standing there. He motions you towards him.

  “We have to go,” he says.

  You follow him through a different set of passages to the outside of the castle. You ask him what is happening.

  “I don’t know,” he replies. “But nothing good. Sybil prepared a getaway for us in case things went bad tonight. We’re supposed to meet there if the castle bells start to ring.”

  The city streets are quiet, but Jasper keeps to the shadows nevertheless. After a while he cuts on to the main thoroughfare and leads you to a cart parked there packed to the top with crates and barrels. He paces beside it, waiting for Sybil to meet you.

  “Where did you go, anyway?” he asks. “I was looking all over for you.”

  You apologize for wandering off.

  “It’s okay,” Jasper says. “I’m just glad I found you.”

  You see two figures running towards you in the dark. As they near you recognize Sybil and the darkwood elf Eli.

  “What’s he doing here?” Jasper asks when they get to the cart. It was only supposed to be you, Jasper and Sybil at the feast tonight.

  Eli hiccups. “I wasn’t about to be left at the hideout all alone.”

  “So it’s done?” Jasper asks.

  “Vale is dead, if that’s what you mean,” Sybil replies. A dark look crosses Jasper’s face. “You can thank Eli for that. I don’t think the king’s going to take kindly to us now.”

  She climbs up to take the cart’s reigns. Eli jumps up next to her and Jasper joins you in the back of the cart. There is barely room for the two of you among all the supplies. You wonder how long of a journey Sybil has planned for.

  When you look at Jasper you can see that his eyes have lost their spark.

  Ask him what he's thinking.

  Kiss him.

  You move away from the noise going deeper into the darkness. You hear a breath in the darkness then feel something heavy drop onto your back. You turn to run but your legs get twisted in your long dress and you fall to the ground. The creature’s muggy warmth makes your skin crawl as it humps against you, its many arms clinging to you. The image of the woman turned away at the gates earlier tonight comes to mind. Wasn’t she being attacked by something with too many limbs?

  You feel fangs sink into the skin of your neck and a tingling feeling flow downwards through your body as the unseen creature’s venom paralyzes you. You can’t move but you can still feel as the creature’s slimy appendage pushes against your opening, its flat head failing to penetrate and instead bumping against your clit. You moan weakly.

  It thrusts again and again, still failing to squeeze inside of you. Your body grows hot, preparing to be bred. The creature seems to sense this change in you and pauses to properly line up for one last thrust. You can feel its large member pushing you open, your pussy actually inviting the infernal appendage inside you inch by inch. The creature chitters as it enjoys the feeling of your warmth.

  You will your body to move, but the creature’s poison is far too strong. You can only lie there as it breeds you.

  The creature’s cock pulses and you brace for the feeling of its cum pumping inside you. Instead, you feel more rhythmic pulses and then an odd heavy feeling like a weight has been placed inside you. Then another, and another. Eggs, you think with horror as the creature’s ovipositor slides out of you.

  The next thing you feel is another appendage pushing its way between your legs. This one has a more bulbous, tapered tip that slides into you with little resistance. Your body quivers uncontrollably as you feel the orbs shift inside you to make room for the new violation. The creature thrusts hard and fast, and instinctively you know what is happening. It is going to fertilize the eggs it just filled you with. And there is nothing you can do.

  You come as the creature fucks you, silent tears streaming down your face from the intensity. Everything below the waist feels warm, sticky, melted. The creature finishes and leaves you with its fertilized eggs sitting inside you.

  The paralyzing poison overwhelms your senses making your vision blur. You lie in the filth, unable to move. Jasper can’t save you now.

  Epilogue.

  “Penny for your thoughts,” you say to Jasper.

  He stares out at the darkened countryside. You think he might not say anything, but he does.

  “There’s something I need to tell you,” Jasper says. “I know who you were, before all this. I knew all along.”

  You sit up. How could he keep something so important from you?

  You can see the pain in Jasper’s eyes. He must be worried of your reaction. You decide to let him speak first to explain himself.

  He tells you, “You fled your home in Doria to come warn us of the Order, but were captured by Dorian guards on your way here. You were transferred to a prison convoy to be t
ried for treason back home.

  “We knew you were a valuable ally and tried to rescue you from the prison convoy, but the Dorian guards were prepared and put up a good fight. I saw you fall off the back of the cart and hit your head. But I couldn’t take you with me. I had to flee for my life. I went back later to look for you, but you were already gone.

  “That’s when I met Vale. He had heard rumors that you had lost your memory, and made me promise not to tell you who you really were. We were to let fate decide which side you would choose. I did what I could to steer you towards us without breaking my promise. But I had no idea that Vale would try to force fate like that. I should have expected it from him.”

  You ask him why he would agree to such a thing.

  “I barely escaped the Order once already. You wouldn’t know this, but I used to work for Vale. The hold that the mage had over me was powerful, and I was never quite able to get free of it. I knew that agreeing to his little game was the only way I’d be able to hide my past from you. I hope you can forgive me.”

  You let Jasper’s words sink in. The stars seem too bright, scattered across the heavens without a cloud to darken them. Should you be mad at Jasper? Forgive him? Despite his mistakes, he did what he could to make sure you ended up where you were meant to be.

  “It’s okay,” you tell him.

  The past is behind you. What matters now is the road ahead. The fight is not nearly over.