Chapter 1 - The Cursed Woods

   "But I must go, it is my duty!" The young woman said as she threw her arms to her sides in exasperation. In front of her sat the pruned face of an older woman, black hair with a couple streaks of silver woven in. Her legs were crossed and a tightly linen blouse covered the thin legs that had seen too much travel, and her arms were crossed all the same. In fact, much about this woman was cross. Her face wore the same expression and she was a sour old coot who seemed to have a certain… resting scowl.
  "You cannot. The journey is dangerous and you will lose a piece of yourself along each step. You will never make it." The prim and proper woman spoke in a near monotone voice. Though she remained sitting and had to physically crane her neck up to gaze upon the younger girl, she still managed to look down on her. The young woman who stood in the doorway of the 2 bedroom wooden shack of a house was a fair skinned beautiful belle of a girl, about average height and above average shapely curves. She was dressed in a bit more roughened blouse, of the same fabric. It showed the dirt and grime of heavy physical labor in the fields, her knees and elbows revealed to show smudges of planting soil that had yet to be cleaned. Her hair was a slightly darkened blonde, looking like sunlight if viewed through a thin veil of cloth.
  "But I must, I absolutely must. If someone doesn't, then the crops will continue to reject the soil, and we will starve come harvest time. I am the only one of faith with the strength left to make it." The young girl protested as she hiked up her already rolled up cuffs of her long sleeve shirt, to reveal a branded tattoo on her flesh, both scarred and inked on. It was that of a downward facing bow, one notched arrow, a symbol of the Stag God. Her outburst only earned her a stern shake of the head from the older woman.
  "You will not go, that is final. We will make do hunting this year. Now go, if the farms will not take, turn your eyes to your bow and take to the woods." The crone muttered, waving one hand at the mantle next to the door frame, where an oaken longbow and leather and wooden quiver full of arrows hung.
  "Auntie, how is it I cannot go to the top of the mountain but you expect me to hunt in the curse forests?" She struggled to fight back tears as the shivers ran down her spine, recalling the huge footprints she had encountered before. They were of no beast she had ever seen in her many years hunting these woods, and upon tracking them she found the mangled corpse of a large boar, ripped to shreds.
  "It was just a bear, and you know how to avoid them, Una." The aunt dismissed. Una, the young belle, snatched up the bow and slung both the quiver and it over her shoulders and stomped angrily out the door, letting it bounce to a close, only to reverberate off the frame once more and remain ajar. Una herself was already off, muttering under her breath about how the old woman knew nothing and was a disgrace to the Stag God.
  "If family will not listen to reason, perhaps the chieftain will, but first… I must get something for dinner, even if it is a risk." Una grumbled as she moved a hand to her seemingly caving stomach, having skipped on breakfast to give it to another, younger farmhand. 

  About half an hour later she had changed into tan hide leathers, and was creeping low to the forest bed. The cool spring blades of grass were still wet with dew even as mid-day was on the approach. Thanks to her trained eyes she had found the recent markings of an animal of prey. A broken branch here, wet soil from a stream side thirst quenching, and matted grass from a short rest.
  As she moved through the grass blades tickled her ankles and the breeze seemed to push her along. There was a sweet scent in the air, though it wasn't one she recognized. It was calming and soothing, yet in the back of her mind chanted the repeated warnings, the curious nature of the unknown scent drawing all kinds of red flags in her mind. Still though, she slowly and surely crept closer in the low brush, tracking whatever creature left these tracks. In a patch of soft dirt there was a single track, a cloven hoof of medium size.
  Was it a sheep she was tracking? It was not impossible. There were plenty of sheep and ram in the mountains a couple miles to the west, and any sort of disturbance may have pushed them from their natural habitat. Though, there was that ever present worry of what that cloyingly sweet scent was. Even further back there was another worry over what had been the cause of the carnage she found before. There were plenty of unusual happenings in the forest, beyond these things. There was a scarcity of hunt worthy creatures, while there was an increase in somewhat rare alchemical ingredients. There were more poisonous mushrooms, and an increase in the unfriendly plant life.
  The abrupt sound like laughter sent a chill up her spine, licking over every knub of her spine, before caressing the back of her neck. It was far too deep in the woods for someone else to be here from the village. She snapped her focus on the hedge like bushes a few dozen meters away and narrowed her eyes. Sure enough, there it was again. This time, a quiet and carefree giggle, seemingly vibrating as it went.
  "Oh stop it, that tickles, stop it!" A voice rang out, one belonging to a female. Another giggle rang out, then a soft yelp. "Ooh, no don't stop that… deeper…" the young voice muttered. Una froze, eyed widening. It was indeed way too far, especially for something like that! She gulped at the growing lump in her throat and tried to steady her heavily thumping heart. As she tried to steady herself mentally she took several deep breaths. The air was sticky with that sweet scent now, and did quite the opposite. Her cheeks flushed with heat and there was a heat that seemed to spread from her lungs and down her back.
  "Damn girl, you all kinds of juicy aren't you? How about this… you like this?" A male's voice responded, followed by the sound of leaves rustling, and the woman gasping out in an unmistakable pleasure. Una gulped, the sound of it ringing in her ears so loudly she feared they would hear her. Her brain screamed at her to no avail to run, to turn back and leave. Yet, low to the ground, her kneeling walk carried her closer. There was a little gap in the bushes to the left. Maybe if she peaked in there, it would be ok?
  "Mmh! Fuck yes…" the woman bellowed, casting the soft seductive whisper aside and giving into whatever lust she was currently in throws of.
  "You're not… gah…  baa-aa-aad. What else you got there?" The man panted, though, something was off about it. It was almost as if he was bleating it out. This just drew Una's curiosity even more, as she carefully avoided the dying leaves and any misplaced branches to remain undetected. Just a little closer, she promised herself.
  "How about these? Up… here?" The woman giggled. The man let out a little yelp, not so pleasantly.
  "Oh, no no… No vines girl." The man grumbled. Una raised an eyebrow, and made a secret puzzled face to herself, as she finally came to the small opening in between the bushes. Surely she should leave now, but she just had to see. Plus, the more she crept closer the more she wanted to stay, the air just so inviting. In the patchy rays of sunlight that penetrated the treetops she could see the mystery pair, and her jaw just dropped.
  Not 15 feet away she could see nearly the full backside of a naked male, his upper body a tanned and chiseled spectacle, physically fit and lean. Yet, the lower body was covered by a dusty brown layer of fur, they quite muscular and ending in two cloven hooves. Atop his head was similar coloured hair, with rounded goats horns wrapped around his ears, just barely poking out from the messy locks. On his rear was a little bushy tail, wagging back and forth. Her eyes drifted between them, seeing tangerine sized balls in a low hanging sack swaying back in forth. She blinked for a moment as she felt her chest heave, and had to look away.
  Next she noticed the woman, somewhat obscured by the goat man's form. Woman was a loose term though. Her skin was green, and her hair was a glorious halo of large leafy vegetation. One of the goat's hands were covering her only viewable breast from this angle, though it was clearly a massive orb of jiggly flesh, easily bigger than Una's head. As her eyes traveled down her body Una could see that her legs seemed to fuse together and she was standing in a giant pink petaled flower. From this flower, a dozen wriggling vines hovered in the air. The woman had both hands on the goat man's shoulders and was bouncing against him as much as he was throwing himself at her.
  She had stumbled upon such a strange union. The plant woman and goat man were really going at it, it seemed. The longer she watched the more she felt her body growing hotter. Her breath seemed to come in shorter and shorter pants, and she feared she would be found out. One hand went over her mouth to steady her soon to be hyperventilation, yet inadvertently subjected herself to even more of the sweet scent. She sucked it in by the lungful through her nose. As she stared on she felt the heat spread down her back and roll over her thighs, until an undeniable lust was there, a feverish desire that threatened to consume her. She felt her hand drifting toward her leather pants, just as she looked over the womans facial features.
  Her plump purple lips and curvy face with rosy cheeks, and her emerald eyes. Looking right back Una. Panic set in for Una, she falling back onto her palms as she saw that the woman was looking right at her, but before she could pry her eyes away to muster the strength or logic to tell her to leave, the woman moved one finger up to her lips and grinned, shushing her silently. The goat man seemed none the wiser, as he began to grunt with each movement now.
  "You like satyr cock? Huh, hows this?" The goat man said, spreading his legs even wider and getting a better angle, unknowingly giving Una a better view. Each pull back of his hips gave just the faintest glimpse of a melted pink shaft, diving into the deep green soaked lips splayed between the plant girls legs. His balls came forward and mashed against her plump thighs, sticking for just a moment before he peeled them away for another thrust. The sound of them clapping at her thighs echoed through the foliage. The satyr threw his head back and groaned loudly, and the plant girl wrapped her arms tighter around his shoulders. The satyr moved his hands down to her hips and dug his fingers into the gloriously jiggly asscheeks for support.
  "Fuck me up with it goat boy!" She giggled, her lips coming close to his ear as she leaned into him. Her piercing emerald eyes still remained trained on the young human woman though. Una had a million thoughts all at once, mostly tactical ones that told her to run, and how to get away. Though, the most dominant thought, the front and foremost one was a powerful and simple one. Fuck. It echoed through her entire body and made her undergarments uncomfortable, her thighs shaking softly as she stared. Una felt a deepest, primal urge to breed slowly rising as her loins became more hot and slowly moistened.
  Slowly and quietly, barely noticeably at first, the vines extending from the plant grew longer and began to enclose this goat, hovering in the air a couple feet around him. Una glanced over them for just a moment, her curious nature wishing to learn more of this plant girl, momentarily overpowering the urge to watch this goat man's balls wetly slap against the woman as he hilted into her rapidly. They were lengthy tendril like vines, fully animated and dexterous. Each vine was lightly adorned with tiny red thorns, and seemed to close in around this goat man. As he grunted harder, his eyes turned to the treetops, they closed in.
  His release was moments away, judging by the entire body shudder that seemed to quake through him. His tail gave a tight little quiver, and he groaned out, loudly. Una could actually see his balls twitch, as he looked down at the plant girl, jaw opening to yell his love for her.  At that moment, the vines coiled and captured him in their grasp. They wrapped around his thighs and spread them wider, one around his neck, and others going to trap his hands to her side. While this happened the woman moved her hands down to his powerfully clenching buttocks and pulled him into her plump thighs. Una swallowed hard, heart racing as she watched this predatory act.
  The satyr groaned in distress, bleating out for help like a goat stuck in a snare, as the plant woman's breasts were on either side of his head, and her hands sank into his toned butt, he squished against her body. Una could see the balls between his legs actually pulsing, and could hear the plant girl moaning in time with them, he pumping their contents into her plant pussy.
  "Empty those things in me, feed me!" She let out in an orgasmic shriek. Una felt the air grow even thicker with this scent she had fallen ill too, as her eyes darted down to see the pink flower petals spraying pollen into the air, misting the pair and blowing in the breeze. Una saw a thick puff of the pollen coming at her, and luckily finally was able to break from her lust trance for a moment. She covered her nose with one hand, and scrambled to her feet with the aid of the other.
  The plant girl noticed this, as she had yet to break eye contact with Una, and narrowed her eyes. She let out a quiet yet vibrating feminine hiss as Una stood. One stray vine snaked from the plant and hovered in the air, growing longer and longer. This vine was slightly different. This one came directly from the flower, from between the late of the plant girl, and it had much larger thorns on it. These thorns looked like a roses, curved pointed blade like thorns that decorated the vine, one every couple inches. The plant girl had murder in her eyes, and Una could see the violent intentions as she struggled to act. The tendril lifted up a little more and poised itself to strike.
  Una was sluggish on her feet and though she turned to run, she was nowhere near fast enough. The only thing that saved her was a particularly loud groan from the satyr, a sign of his large balls pumping another spurt of his seed into the plant girl, one that made her falter in a moment of pleasure, throwing off her aim. Still, Una was slow from the dizzying spores of the flower, and the vine quite fast. It shot through the air like a snake lunging at its prey, and caught her ankle. The plant woman grunted and tried to drag her back, the vine wrapping around it and tugging. The thorns dug into her skin and held on, though with one swift kick, Una managed to tear away from the grip of the plant woman and she full on sprinted for several moments.
 Una left the plant girl behind, the moans of the Satyr fading as well. They slowly grew more and more quiet, though they echoed through the canopy as she went. They were equal parts pleasure riddled and distressed. Una kept running, determined to outrun the sweet scent. She felt a flush in her cheeks and the tantalizing friction in her leathers as she ran. Her lungs ran out of air and her legs burned with fatigue before she managed to get out of the scent, even though she had run for a couple minutes. She steadily made her way toward the village, but had tracked this… satyr, was it? She had tracked it quite a ways away without even realizing it.
  Finally Una could run no more, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and the emptiness in her stomach making her dry heave, dizzying her. She fell to her knees on a soft patch of mossy undergrowth and her stomach lurched as if she would throw up. Her throat and everything made the all too uncomfortable squelching expulsion motion, yet only a thick line of a mixture of stomach acid and inner throat spittle came out as it rolled over her lower lip and onto the grass. Una gasped and tried to steady herself. Everything was spinning and a creeping ring of murky black obscured the edges of her vision.
  Una finally slowed her heart rate, but her breath refused to steady. Her legs felt shaky as well, and she decided to flip down against the trunk of a tree. It had just a little squish to it, the bark of it firm yet soaked from the frequent spring showers. Una ran her palms over her legs and let them shudder. Her eyes drifted over the ankle the plant girl had snagged, and she gulped deeply. Embedded into her exposed skin was a trio of inch long thorns, and in the leather cuffs of the pants, 2 more that had almost pierced the fabric.
  Her hands shakily reached out and tugged at the thorn, then jerked her hand back as she touched it. Where she had expected a searing pain from jostling a fresh wound, instead as she touched it an electric like rush seemed to jolt up her thigh, immediately going for her nethers. She gasped, cheeks still flush and erogenous zones far too sensitive. Another more gentle touch confirmed it, a pleasurable quiver from her loins timing with the contact of the wound. Una gulped, knowing she couldn't leave them in. Blood was slowly pooling into her boot at this point. Una inhaled softly and wrapped her index finger and thumb around the exposed bits of the thorn. Pleasure ebbed from her as her hands shook slightly.
  She yanked it out, like you would peel a bandage off. Her body stiffened as she nearly bit her tongue off and shuddered in orgasm. It was so sharp and sudden that she couldn't help but throw her head back and slam it into the tree, nearly knocking herself out. Meanwhile, her toe curled in her shoes and spine arched, propelling her hips forward off the ground as she came so suddenly. It was so rapid, but faded after a couple seconds, leaving her with a growing bump at the back of her head and moistened underwear. She panted out softly and opened her eyes to examine the thorn. It was a curved and barbed. The tip was red, not just from her blood, though under close inspection it seemed to be leaking a green sap like substance. She brought it to her nose and gave it a cautionary sniff, finding it to give off the same scent she had smelled on the plant girl. There was no way she could leave these things in her if they were injecting this stuff into her.
  Yet, there was no way she could remove another while in these pants, and without touching herself in some way. Her body and mind couldn't handle another orgasm of that magnitude without any stimulation. So she swallowed hard and moved her hands to fumble over the fastenings that kept her leather bottoms aloft and soon shucked them down. They tightly strained over her pale orbs of her amble buttcheeks, the waistband sticking as the malleable flesh bunched under it, before bouncing free. The bottoms peeled back and revealed a soaked mess between her legs, her cotton underwear sticking to her mound and a notable damp spot leaking over her thighs. For fear of being caught with her pants down, in more ways than one, she kept then on her upper thighs.
  Her thighs were trapped together by the waistband but she leaned so her tightly bound breasts rested on her knees. One hand went to her panty clad nether lips, and the other shakily slithered over thigh and prepared to grasp the thorn. Not before she took the edge of her needs away though. Una pushed her fingers gingerly between her thighs and rubbed quite aggressively over her covered lips. The fabric provided some extra stimulation as the sticky threads ground over her labia. Her pleasure was immediate. Her thighs gave a little quiver, and she wiggled on the soft ground. Her asscheeks were tickled by the undergrowth and she stifled a moan. Her middle finger pushed down deeply against the fabric as she dug them into her opening, teasing her sensitive lips and making her tense up.
  Her other hand finally moved over the thorn as the pleasure blossomed from her. She could feel the tell tale, mind numbing burn from a well earned climax, and from such a short time. Her fingers touched the thorn and she sucked air in through her clenched teeth and braced herself. Fingers wrapped around the puncturing thorn and seized it. Her middle finger pusher do hard against her undergarments that she nearly poked through then. As she removed the thorn she came once more, her inner hole twitching against her prodding finger. The air was forced from her lungs in one powerful muscle spasm, as her nethers sucked at her finger while simultaneously expelling her fem-cum through and around her fabric bottoms. It rolled over her thighs and dripped down her exposed cheeks. As her vision finally came back from the swirling waves of ecstasy she panted and eyed the second of three thorns. She gulped and glanced down at the last one, her needy lips feeling all the more lustful even after 2 rapid orgasms.
  "Fuck it…" Una whispered as she tossed the second thorn onto the ground and wobbled to her feet. Her thumbs hooked into the straining waistband of her pants and shoved them down to her calves, where she could spread her legs and waddle to a softer bit of moss. Her panties felt as though she had stepped into a swamp, sticky and heavy from her fluids. She would lay back on the ground and spread her legs, pulling the panties aside, and shook her head. The thorn was in reach and the cool air on her soggy cunny felt refreshing. She pulled her underwear aside with her bottom two fingers while she shoved the ring and index into the puffy lips. Her thumb made its way to her fully engorged and exposed clit, hesitant at first but after first contact and feeling the warm needles of pleasure spiking through her body, it eagerly made little circles over and around the tiny button.
  Her hips shifted in enjoyment, the muscles of her butt and thighs tensing and pushing against the ground. Her thighs burned a little from keeping them drawn up and bunched close to her rear. Luckily for her, the hazy overpowering lust and desire to breed was fading marginally with each orgasm, and each thorn removed, yet she also remained delicate to the touch, her senses acute and responsive. Each time she pushed her fingers in to the second knuckle and tickled along her inner walls a little more of her sticky nectar would leak down them and her breath would falter. She pushed down hard on her clit from below with the edge of her thumb and gave it a few intense rubs back and forth, flicking the little nub under her touch. Her toes curler once more in her boots and she could feel her flat stomach muscles clench, almost cumming to just the few dozen seconds of self stimulating pleasure.
  As her pleasure rose and she grew stiff, she knew it was time. Before she could bring herself to climax, and damn did she want to, she snatched at the thorn and ripped it from her ankle, leaving a third wound to slowly leak its crimson onto the ground. Her mind wasn't on the wounded though, as she was taken over by the poison addled orgasm. Her hips bucked up off the ground and her spine arched. Una couldn't keep her legs bent anymore, and without the thorn to worry about she had no need to. They went straight as a board and her heels dug into the moss, thighs coming together and trapping her fingers for the moment. Not that she wanted to remove them, as she plunged them deep as could go, her knobby knuckles at her hand pushing against her vulva.
  Her insides clenched down tightly as she lifted her hips and back, her shoulders and heels supporting her as her core was heaved into the air by the throws of orgasm. Her eyes screwed closed and she sucked in a deep breath. She rode out the top of that mountain climbing peak of pleasure, and it refused to fade. She finally spread her legs just the faintest bit and plunged her ring finger into her depths as well. Her pussy was unspoiled by anything more than her own hands, and resisted the third invader, but lust and the need to indulge herself provided her with the strength to do it, and pushed the rational aside. Her thumb made fast twitching strokes over her clitty and her fingers rapidly punched as deep as she could get them into her spasming insides. What was only a couple seconds felt like nearly half a minute, as she took this heightened climax for all it was worth.
  She tried to hold back but riding out such an intense orgasm couldn't last long no matter how strong one was mentally, and she finally came down from it. Though, not before her finger blasting had caused clear liquid to jet out around her fingers in a high arcing spray as her thighs clenched and her hips uncontrollably bucked back against her hand. She let out a loud groan. It was a tortuous and guttural moan that she tried to stifle, but after the first bit escaped she gave in and let her voice free. Her moan turned more elated and breathy, she almost shrieking as her full body convulsions began to taper off. She ran out of breath before she finally made it down that mountainous climax and her muscles finally relaxed, everything sore from clenching for so long.
  She opened her eyes finally, seeing the early afternoon sun streaming from the gaps in the trees as she rolled them and blinked into focus once more. Her pussy twitched still, the aftershock of having came so many times, and sucked deeply at her fingers that remained within her still. She panted and slowly pulled them free as a wet slurping squelched out. Her insides held her fingers with such a tight suction that when they finally pulled free it made her hips and thighs quiver once more in one last micro orgasm. Her eyelids dropped just a little and her mouth fell open as her tongue pushed at her bottom lip, as her first breath of fresh air was expelled out in a moaning sigh. Una lay there for almost a half dozen minutes until she had finally steadied her breath and the world around her slowed its spinning.
  She looked over her fingers idly, seeing the messy aftermath and sighed as she shook her head. She was still struggling with a fairly pressing lust, it clawing at the back of her mind and whispering for her to go again. She groaned as she sat up and wiped them on the mossy ground, thankful for the soft and absorbent vegetation. She rolled onto her feet and bent down to redo her pants, almost grimacing as she saw her cotton underwear were a dark gray, all over save for a little corner at the butt, her fluids having soaked through the fabric and lathering it in her sweet and spicy scent. She chewed at her cheek and pulled them up and replaced her leather bottoms on her waist as they should be. She glanced down at her ankle and shook her head as a small trickle of blood dribbled down from each wound still.
   She reached into her hip pouch and produced a cloth bandage and wrapped her wound, tucking the edges of it into both her boot and the leather pants. She also pried the thorns out of her leathers and stowed them away in a bit of cloth. Maybe someone more informed with alchemy or natural lore could tell her about what had attacked her. She would keep the bit about her rubbing out multiple orgasms in the middle of the woods a secret though, naturally. Standing once more she felt dizzy and light headed once more, reminder that she hadn't eaten all day. She moved one hand to her stomach and groaned as her stomach rumbled hungrily under her palm. Maybe one of the other hunters were most successful, and she could turn back to the village for a rest.
  She wasn't granted much time to mull it over in her head, as she heard leaves rustling behind her. Una's eyes widened and the hair on the back of her neck stuck up, as she spun, reaching for her bow. Her hands grasped the air however, and her eyes fell onto the dark shape before her as her heart rate picked up once more. About 10 feet away from her was a large shaggy furred grey wolf, an above average adult with black and yellow eyes that stared at her. In between them, closer to it than her, was her bow. It laid flat on the ground at the base of the tree, the bowstring snapped in two. Maybe while she was in the midst of her stimulation she had lost it, having snagged it on a branch or snapped the string as she slammed her back against the tree for the first unexpected climax. Either way, with the string broken, she couldn't use it to defend herself. Her knife was on her belt, but it seemed rather small in comparison to this animal.
   She eyed it, and it eyed her, both frozen in place for several seconds. She did notice that around its neck it appeared to be wounded, matted red blood soaking its scruff. She also knew that wolves almost never hunted on their own.  It was another quite curious circumstance that this strange forest had in store, perhaps. Una gulped and began to take a step back, raising her foot off the moss in a slow and non threatening manner, blinking a couple times at the beastly wolf. At the same time she lowered herself down a little and bent down. This served as a means to multiple things. Firstly, it allowed her to protect all but her throat in terms of vitals, and shorten the distance between her hand, her knife, and her throat if she did need to protect it. It also allowed her to be ready to pounce away and more easily throw her weight around if it pounced so she could escape it. Secondarily, it made her a smaller target in the eyes of the wolf. She lowered herself down so she could be more on eye level with it, and seem less hostile.
  "Hush… hush. It's ok wolfie, I won't hurt you. I'm a friend, don't worry." Una whispered in a soft and sweet voice, hoping her smooth vocals would put it at ease. Wolves here were similar to some of the huntsman's dogs, they themselves being domesticated wolves several generations ago, and as such Una applied what she knew from them with this wolf here. The wolf tilted its head just the faintest bit and eyed her. As she slowly lowered her foot down again, several inches behind her now, she prepared to step back.
  She continued to calm it with her voice while making slow motions backwards, as she widened the distance between them. It worked well. Until she placed her heel on an upturned root, the weakened one. She lost her balance, and tried to steady it with her other foot, but just managed to fall backwards. She gulped as she saw the wolf spring into action too. All that ran through her mind as her eyes were torn from the wolf and turned to the sky once more was a fearful and miserable chant.
   "I'm so dead. I'm so dead… I'm so dead." Una thought, the image of the wolf with its bushy tail up in the air and jaws open as it lunged at her. She hit her head on the ground and could hear the impact, a concussive bash on her already bruised skull sending waves of ringing and pain over the rest of her scalp and down her spine. Then she could feel the heavy weight of the wolf on her, feel the fur of its legs around her shoulders, and the splatter of drool on her cheek as its jaw went for the kill. She shut her eyes and moved her hands up to push at the beast in an attempt to save herself, looking down as best she could to try and guard her neck, even with her face if that was the difference between life and death.
  Then the sloppy meaty slurps of its huge tongue covered her eyes and forehead as the wolf began to lick and slobber over her face rang out. She scrunched her face and turned away as best she could, its snout pushing coldly against her hairline and forehead everytime she managed to push some distance between her face and its. Finally she determined this creature didn't plan on tearing her throat out, and moved her face up and tried to get a moment to breath without doggie tongue pushing up her nose or caressing her lips. Sure enough his tongue moved down her cheeks and over her neck and collar bone, lapping at the salty sweat that had accumulated there. She moved her hands to his underside and pushed against him firmly but slowly. Her palms sank into the thick furred underside of the beast for several inches before meeting with the powerful chest muscles of the beast. Fur tickled her hands, all the way up to the wrist.
   "Stop it… Hey…" she held back a giggle. Una then frowned, her brow furrowed together as she felt a heavy weight on her pelvis, almost nothing at first, but quickly turning into a strange, sawing weight that seemed to heave back and forth. At the same time she could feel the wolf's lower half rising and falling just below where her hands were at, the muscles tensing and flexing beyond her touch. She craned her neck to wiggle from under the beast a bit as it continued to lick her neck and the sight made her eyes go wide, and bring a familiar yet disgusting feeling to her lower lips. The wolf was currently lapping at her body as it humped over her leather pants, a bright red veiny member leaving a shiny trail of juices over the smooth surface. She shook her head and tried to wiggle away, but the wolf kept closing the distance, determined to rub against her body.
  She pushed at him more frantically now, not bothering as much with subtle slow movements, attempting to push him off of her, but her strength just wasn't enough. This wolf must have weighed over 150 pounds, she guessed. The heavy dense muscles body of the wolf was too much to push all the way. Her hands slipped in its soft fur, and she jabbed one of them up against its neck, trying to at least push part of him away so she could slip out from under it. Her hand pushed into the blood matted fur until it hit his firm neck. The wolf stopped its licking as she shoved her palm against the underside of its throat and it let out a delicate yelp. It wasn't quite the sound she would have expected from a pained wolf, and a spreading warmth over her stomach helped confirm why. She felt under her palm a familiar triangular barbed shape, and wrapped her fingers around it. Una eyed the wolf as its head lifted and mouth parted, she seeing the drooling tongue of the wolf hanging from the corner of its mouth as she glanced down below. She could see the pointed canine tip pointed up at her breasts and a small rolling white liquid dripping down into the creases of her armor and over her hips. With a yank of her hand, she pulled out the presumed thorn, and watched the wolf's upper body lift up off her, in time for the bulbous canine member to blast huge ropes of white jism over her stomach and hips, probably staining the leathers. The cock twitched a couple times as a second smaller rope blasted over her pelvis, a third larger rope sprayed onto her tightly bound chest, and a dribbling final one was rubbed back and forth over her pelvis.
  Una made a look of disgust and sucked at her teeth in annoyance. She could taste the familiar sweet scent in the air and just now noticed the set of balls behind the wolf's genitals. He sported a set of balls the size that rivaled the most bountiful oranges she had seen. While the wolf was in the middle of the orgasm she experienced secondhand Una took the opportunity to feel around for another thorn. She checked the places where the fur was matted the most, and found 3 more. She couldn't leave this wolf like this, knowing the effect the thorns. On the other side of the coin, this wolf wouldn't let her leave either until they were out. She wrapped an arm around his neck, under the ring of the wounds, and tried to tug at the second thorn.
  As soon as her fingers began to pull it out the wolf bucked his hips and took a step forward, shoving his foreign member against her already cum covered stomach and ground its twitching tip opposite her belly button through the armor. She groaned in both annoyance and a bit of residual slutty need. The soup thick cum bubbled from the tip and over her middle, she able to smell the sour pungent scent of it as it audibly shot from his shaft. When his second blast of cum finally slowed to a trickle, she let out a sigh of relief, and moved her hands to her stomach and wiped the chunky mixture in scoops from her stomach. Under her hands her belly grumbled and called for food, leaving a sickening thought in her mind.
  "No way… Gross." She groaned. She continued to uncover her body with this stuff, each flick or her fingers sending a little more of it to the mossy undergrowth around her. The wolf was all too wise for its own good, and felt her hands moving around on her stomach, and shifted its hips even more up, leaving her to look at the bottom side of its neck and chest, as well as pushing his pulsing red poker into the palm of her hand. She pulled away but he just pushed it back and let out a low, threatening growl. Una's heart sank a little as she wrapped her hand around the member. It was hot to the touch, and she could feel the rapid heart beat of the beast through it. The way she curled her fingers around the length ensured she could feel every pulsing vein that bulged along the surface of it. The cock was strange to her, it squishy and responsive to squeeze, yet firm and solid just under the surface.
  She didn't have long to let her mind comprehend and study the prick before it was being thrust back and forth in her grip. The wolf changed its growling to occasional soft quiet howls, little 'awoo'-s escaping its pursed lips. Surely it must have been enjoying the makeshift hole more than the treated hide of her leathers. And this way, she would be able to angle his next cum blast away and save it from staining her armor or contaminating it with the lingering scents and oils. It was Una's first time handling a cock before, and it was an animal's. She kept telling herself that it was wrong, that this shouldn't be happening. She could easily stab the wolf now, effectively neutralizing it before it could even react now that she was on the underside of it. Though, she was a kind soul at heart and this wasn't prey to eat, even if she was starving- and by the Stag, she was- and this animal was in pain and she could help it. It was a wild animal, not some monster.
  Her hand wrapped tighter around the ever bucking tool in her grip as the large bulbous canine knot bumped at her pinky and edge of her hand. All in all, without being able to fully see it or size it up, she would have guessed it was about 6 inches long, another 2 including the knot. The length of it burned to the touch almost, hot and pulsing, and was decorated with bluish veins. It was as thick around as a broom handle, more as it went down and the bulbous base was as thick as a ripe plum. It pushed out of the curl of her hands and past her thumb with an almost unnatural effectiveness. Back and forth, methodically using her hand as its pleasure device. She couldn't help but admire how effective it was at getting off with such a strange object to it, surely his time spent using young women's hands to cum was limited, at best. Never, much more likely.
  Una struggled to pry her eyes off the red tip that poked from her hand, then pulled back into her fingers as they closed up, and pushed forward once more. Every dozen hip pumps she could feel a sticky hot liquid ooze from the tip, sometimes while in her hand still, others having it squirt forward onto her bound breasts, making her hand a sloppy mess and leaving a wet 'slick' in the air with the following thrusts. Her other hand slowly felt up his neck once more as he went, using his distraction to find the third thorn, this one located at about shoulder height. As her hands searched for it and located it, the stimulation from moving the thorn making the wolf's steady and regular pelvic motion shutter and it picked up the pace. She could feel the knot growing even thicker behind her hand as the wolf pushed harder against her fleshy self made hole.
  She angled his cock a little, as best she could without pain, pointing it off to the side as she finally began to tug at the thorn. It pulled out almost all the way, snagged and wrapped up in the furry coat, but causing the wolf to buck its hips hard enough to force her hand open, he attempting to knot the pseudo hole, and instead just bucking free from her grip. His cock shot its first rope if egg white coloured cream off target, as she had hope, but at the end of it, without her hand to contain him or stimulate his shaft any further, he pushed forward in his desperation. He stepped forward and pushed at her chest, and she was painfully aware of her pebble hard nipples grinding against the leather tunic. He was just in time to blast her chin and nose with the second wave of this climax, it hot and thick like fresh stew. She strained to reach his shoulder high thorn now, and gave it a second forceful yank, taking a small tuft of fur with it.
  This, with the still rolling previous orgasm the canine was experienced proved too much for his feeble mind, and sent a shiver up his spine, as it stepped forward and jabbed the cock against her face now. She closed her eyes as the tip jabbed with a demanding pressure against her lower lip, and she felt a blast shoot all over her face. His balls weighed heavily on her neck as it lowered it's back legs to get a better angle, before barking loudly at her. Her mind did its best to distract from the fact he was covering her with its creamy ball gunk, including and almost limited to imagining it was food. Her stomach shuddered and her insides ached, hunger beating her senseless and wearing down her pride.
   Before the next blast of cum could plaster her blonde hair any further, she parted her lips with every intention of swallowing what cum made its way into her mouth. She was rewarded with far more than she expected, the wolf bucking its hips forward and claiming her parted lips. Its cock came all the way as it thrust, filling her mouth with the salty goo. His cock pushed past her lips and parted her jaw and shot a squirt of cum along the entire way, over her teeth and tongue, all the way to the back of her throat where it met with her sharply angled gullet, the pointed tip grinding in and pooling its semen at the back of her mouth, filling it up before. Her eyes opened up wide, without the worry of taking the cumshot to the brow, and all she could see was the twitching balls of the beast, its apple sized knot, and the turgid base of its shaft from around her nose.
  The wolf wasted no time in pumping her mouth full of seed again with a much smaller rope, but not before having already filled her cheeks. As it thrust back in she saw cum squirt back around the shaft as her lips wrapped almost painfully wide around it. Cum roller over the corners of her lips and down her cheeks, and she struggled to breath. Even if her oral cavity was not overflowing with wolfie seed, her nose was plugged with the stuff. Una moved her free hand to clear her nostrils as her other hand tossed the fur covered thorn and stretched for the last. The canine wasn't finished with her mouth though, the double forced climax frying his brain a little and leaving him with no sense of remorse for her. All it could think of was to fuck. Not to breed, not to ensure proper insemination, but to use this hole for his pleasure. His tail wagged behind yon and hips began to pump once more as his tip oozed more cream still. The first thrust was slow, his shaft pulling at her lips and leaving her mouth until just the tip remained. Against her better judgment, relying on her lust and food starved cravings, she gulped down some of the mucus like seed, a shiver running down her back parallel to the throat straining swallow at the thought of it.
  His hips dropped down into her face deeper, his hips leaning toward and the flexible genitalia angling to make up for the odd orientation, just so he could poke his cock head down into her throat. More cum dribbled from her lips as he cheeks bulged, and at his second pull back she swallowed nearly all that remained in her mouth. Luckily for her too, as the subsequent thrusts were more rapid. She did struggle to get the huge mouthful down, her throat working it down slowly as her mind begged her not to. She didnt have to worry though, as with the next thrust the canine helped push it down as his cock rammed down against her lips. She felt it push even further than before, leaving her throat sore. Though, she gulped down the seed and managed to stroke the member in it all at once.
  The canine pushed more and more down her throat, making her eyes water and giving her less time to breath. At first she sucked in about half a lungful of air. It wasn't a polished, fresh scent she sucked in, but the earthy and musky smell that left a taste in her mouth of the animalistic groin mashed across her face. Each thrust was faster, harder. She had less and less time to suck in the dizzying air through her nostrils and more and more time to have her throat rearranged by doggie cock. She could feel his cock pushing at the depths of her throat painfully deep. She could see her spittle at the base of the cock, and every time the wolf drove its hips to her face she could feel the painfully thick knot pushing against her already strained lips. It went harder and harder, his balls slapping wetly at her chin, saliva and inner throat juices being drawn out and covering her face. Air became a sacred commodity and she felt as though the powerful underside if the wolf would break her nose if he went any harder.
  The leg muscles of the canine grew stiffer, and his hips pounded her jaw with even more fury than before, and she became more and more aware of the signs of its incoming climax. There was no way she could endure out another round of this, so she made her move. She wrapped her fingers around the last thorn and pulled at it, removing it from his skin. His hips slammed forward with enough force to make her head sink into the moss a bit, and forced her lips up against that large pulsating knot. He was trying to force it in her mouth! Una clenched her teeth just the faintest bit down in the shaft to give him a warning, hoping the animal would get it. Luckily, it seemed to. Her hand went to her throat, tenderly touching it as she felt over the shape of the cock lodged deep in her gullet. The pulsing muscle directly deposited the warm cream into her stomach, all she had to do was not breathe. He pulled back just an inch and let an ounce of it fill her cheeks before battering her lips with a forceful knot humping once more, and continued to cum down her throat.
  The wolf lifted his head up into the air as his tail wagged and let out a soft howl, as if to moan into the air as he pumped her gut full of the cum. She could feel the cock and the thick sludge sliding down her throat under her fingertips for a dozen seconds, and could feel the balls that rested on her chin grow lighter, the heavy furred sack shrinking as it gave her face miniature thrusts, rocking that knot against her lips. She gulped down a few times whenever she felt as though she would choke on it, and silently panicked as the need to breathe became more prominent. She finally could take no more of it, and feeling his hips move back an inch and the desire to hilt her face fade, she pulled herself from under him. She lurched forward and let the cock drag back out of her, leaving a hot streak of cum and saliva across her cheek and eye, and surely in her hair. Not that it mattered much, when was covered in the stuff, as if she had bathed in it.
  As she sat up and left the underside of the wolf, when burped a chunky, slimy, salty mouthful, only to swallow it back down with a shiver. The wolf collapsed behind her, panting heavily, just as she had after her own similar experience. She then went to work cleaning her face and rubbing away what semen wasn't soaked into her armor while it was exhausted. She reeked of the stuff, and her hair was in clumps. One bit of her hair even stood stiff, almost pointing at the sky from dried cum plastering it that way. She grimaced and shook her head. Una turned to look at the beastly wolf, and saw it was looking at her while wagging its fluffy tail. She gave it a little wave and it just sat there staring, calmly.
  She took its lax nature as a sign that she would be safe to move about around it. She collected her bow and held it by the wood, the string dragging over the ground as she slowly walked away. She turned her back on the wolf and took a few steps, then turned to look back at it. It had its head on its front paw now, lazily gazing at her as she walked away. Luckily, she had subdued this beast and suppressed its urges to stalk her as prey. That, or it was just too tired to chase now. She herself also felt drained, and as she walked away in the direction of home, her belly sloshed with the syrup like liquid with every step. Whatever that was in the woods, it was not something she would chance peeking on again, no matter how alluring her scent was.
  Una trudged along, every muscle in her body screaming for her to lie down and fall asleep for a good ten minutes until she saw the stream that broke off of the river near the village. It was a fast running bit of water that jumped and splashed over a smooth rocky bed, and the perfect place to wash up before making her way back into the village for a much needed rest in her comfortable bed. 