The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  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 the 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 before realizing you don’t have any money to pay with. The apothecary owner tells you that he doesn’t require payment.

  “My services are always free should you need them,” he says.

  Outside you drink the tonic, feeling nothing to tell you if it is working or not. You wander through the town for a place to rest. You wonder if you will ever find one.

  Epilogue.

  You rethink your choice and decide not to take the vial. You leave the apothecary wondering what happens next.

  You wander through the town for a place to rest. You find a room in the inn and offer to work in exchange for lodging as you have no money. The innkeeper agrees, seeing that you have nothing of value to your name.

  Except, of course, the child of the forest god you carry in your womb.

  Epilogue.

  While you’re waiting you ask Ash why everyone in the camp seems to avoid him.

  He slams a trunk closed and you worry you’ve angered him. Then he answers, “I burned down a camp. I was young and drunk and the others were out righting a trader’s cart that had overturned. When they came back all that was left of the place was ash.”

  He holds up a tunic and smells it, then tosses it aside. He grabs another.

  “Until I can make a new memory to erase my old name, I’m defined by my mistake. I’m not allowed to watch the camp alone, or hunt, or mate—”

  He glances at you and stops talking.

  “Here,” he says handing you a bundle of clothes. “When you’re changed leave the dress. We can make use of the fine fabric. I’ll bring the rest of your supplies outside.”

  Change.

  Ask him how long it’s been since he’s mated.

  You let him gather your supplies in peace.

  When he’s done he hands you a bundle of clothes. You change and meet Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.

  He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.

  He points down each path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”

  He leaves you, heading back towards his camp.

  Left to Black Hollow.

  Right to the mountain peak.

  You change your clothes and meet Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.

  He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.

  He points down each path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”

  He leaves you, heading back towards his camp.

  Left to Black Hollow.

  Right to the mountain peak.

  You ask him how long it’s been since he’s mated.

  He glances at you then back to his work. “I got my name when I was young.”

  “So you’ve never mated?” you ask him.

  He gathers up a bundle of clothes and thrusts them at you. You push them aside. You can see a small bulge in his tight trousers.

  He pushes the clothes at you. “I can’t mate, not with you.”

  “Rules?” you ask.

  “Barbs,” he replies. “You’d get hurt.”

  You take the clothes from him and toss them aside. “I can still make you feel good, even if we can’t mate.”

  You grasp his bulge. His short fur tickles your cheek as he leans against you. “They’re at the base. Be careful.”

  You reach into his pants and find his stiff cock. You carefully feel around finding the place where his barbs start, about halfway down his cock. He moans.

  “I’ll be careful,” you say, stroking his tip.

  He slips your dress off your shoulders, kissing your skin as he undoes the back. You stop stroking him for a moment to slip out of your dress, then kneel before him.

  You lick the pointed tip of his cock and take it into your mouth, sliding your lips along his length until you reach the barbs. You suck him slowly, not wanting him to cum too soon. You want him to enjoy his first time.

  He groans and stops you. His cock twitches in your hand. You let him go and stand to kiss him on the cheek.

  “You’re not done already?” you ask.

  He replies, “I just need a minute.” You stroke his chest and kiss him while you wait for him to calm down.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” he tells you. “But I might not last long.”

  You tell him that’s perfectly fine and guide his cock to your pussy.

  He stops you. “The barbs.”

  “I won’t put it in that far,” you tell him, sliding yourself onto his cock.

  His breath hitches as you fuck him, taking him in only half way. It doesn’t take much before he is cumming onto your pussy. You rub your clit against his cock and have your own little orgasm.

  “Thank you,” he says.

  You get dressed in your new clothes and follow Ash outside. He hands you a sack with the supplies he promised you. You thank him for his help.

  He leads you out of camp and back to the fork in the road.

  He points down e
ach path. “Left passes through the giants’ fields and then on to Black Hollow. Their territory is marked so don’t stray off the path. Right goes up to the peak. Some people have business up there, but most don’t.”

  He goes on his way, glancing back only once to smile at you as you decide which path to take.

  Left to Black Hollow.

  Right to the mountain peak.

  You choose the left fork, through the giant fields to Black Hollow. Your new boots make hiking a lot more enjoyable, though you are tired and it is late.

  The trail plateaus and the scenery opens up into vast fields of scrubby grass. There are spiked logs standing at even intervals about a hundred yards off either side of the path. These must be the territory markings Ash mentioned. The giants themselves remain thankfully unseen.

  You feel completely vulnerable as you trek across the fields, even though the feline assured you that you’d be safe on the path. If a giant were to appear you are sure he would stomp across the field and eat you.

  The hour grows later and you grow weary. There is nowhere to rest unless you want to plop down in the middle of the path and take a nap. A little ways ahead there is a small cluster of trees just inside the giants’ territory. If you sleep on the path side you might remain hidden, even if a giant were to cross the fields. You have been walking for what feels like hours and have not seen a single creature. It might be safe.

  Rest under the trees.

  Keep going.

  You decide to go right to the mountain peak. Though Ash said most people don’t have any business up there, something tells you to go that way.

  The path steepens and narrows, the trees thinning until there are only tufts of scrubby grasses and patches of moss growing among the rocks. There aren’t any signs of manmade structures, not even ruins. You begin to wonder if you should go back and take the other fork.

  A shriek pierces the air and you see a dark shape like a giant bird glide overhead. As it comes closer you realize it’s not a bird but a dragon. 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 clothes 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 wait until its breathing has turned to rattling snores before sneaking away from the perch and down the mountain.

  A group of men on horseback find you stumbling along the mountain path exhausted, naked, and filthy and are kind enough to bring you back to their town. You arrive at Black Hollow just as dawn is breaking over the mountains.

  There are no walls to Black Hollow, only a narrow river that could be easily swum across. A low, wide bridge takes you into the city.

  The streets are still quiet. The only other person out at this hour is a man in the robes of the king’s religion. He approaches and you prepare to flee, or fight. You’ve learned not to trust those who think they serve the gods.

  His face is clean shaven, and kind, and the smile he offers makes you a little less wary. He introduces himself as Sanley the keeper of Black Hollow.

  “Where have you come from?” he asks.

  You keep your guard up. “What’s a keeper?” you ask him. “Is it part of the church?”

  He looks puzzled, then seems to remember the robes he is wearing. “Oh, these? They were a gift when I was in need. Just fabric, nothing more.”

  “Are people very religious in Black Hollow?” you ask.

  He smiles. “Hardly. Talk of religion seems to frighten you. Where are you from?”

  “Tyven,” you reply begrudgingly.

  He looks you up and down. You must be in a sorry state. He frowns. “What brings you all the way out here?”

  Epilogue.

  You decide to take a short rest, just enough for your feet to stop aching so badly.

  You hurry off the path and into the giants’ territory. You curl yourself as small as you can at the base of one of the trees. You should be well hidden here should a giant happen along.

  You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you did. You awaken to the feeling of being pulled up into the air by a massive hand around your waist. The giant peers at you with his beady eyes. He says something in a guttural language you can’t understand, then flips you upside down to poke and prod between your legs with a meaty finger bigger around than a man’s cock.

  He seems to realize that you’re not nearly ready to take something of that size and brings you up to his lips. His scruffy beard scratches your legs as he rubs his mouth against you, his saliva dripping down into you and making you slick enough for him to push a finger in.

  Blood rushes to your head and you start to feel faint. The giant fucks you with his finger until you are shaking from the stimulation. You come and he brings you to his mouth again to lick up your juices. Only when he’s done does he flip you right side up. All the blood drains from your head and you see stars.

  The giant grunts something and begins to undo his pants with one hand. His cock is wider than your waist. He will tear you in two if he tries to fuck you with it. You struggle in his grip, punching at his massive fingers around your waist. The giant frowns and pushes you
down onto his cock.

  His cock head smacks against your pussy, obviously unable to go in. He grinds you down against it apparently undeterred by the size difference. He starts to rub his shaft as he continues to push and grind you against his cock. Despite your terror his rubbing against your pussy makes you come again. He comes too, covering you in ropes of thick seed. You shudder in his grip, a helpless plaything to the giant.

  He gently puts you back down where he found you and lumbers off without a glance back. You hurry back onto the path, terrified of being caught by another giant. You are exhausted and filthy and in much need of sleep. But Black Hollow still lies ahead and you need to get there before you can rest safely.

  You push through your exhaustion and arrive at Black Hollow just as dawn is breaking over the mountains. There are no walls, only a narrow river that could be easily swum across. A low, wide bridge takes you into the city.

  The streets are still quiet. The only other person out at this hour is a man in the robes of the king’s religion. He approaches and you prepare to flee, or fight. You’ve learned not to trust those who think they serve the gods.

  His face is clean shaven, and kind, and the smile he offers makes you a little less wary. He introduces himself as Sanley the keeper of Black Hollow.

  “Where have you come from?” he asks.

  You keep your guard up. “What’s a keeper?” you ask him. “Is it part of the church?”

  He looks puzzled, then seems to remember the robes he is wearing. “Oh, these? They were a gift when I was in need. Just fabric, nothing more.”