Chapter 1 - The Hunt

"Look... see!" huffed Gromlin, the gnarled old man gesturing to the twisted remains of his sheep lying at the feet of the small group.

Nelly Greengrass peered with bright gray eyes around the broad shoulders of her husband, Dohn, at the twisted corpses of the two animals. The poor creatures looked like they had exploded from the inside. Their bellies were torn wide and the remains of their intestines and organs spread in a mess of blood and ichor around the surrounding grass. Their backs were bowed and their limbs locked in painful convulsion.

"Summit's eaten 'em" spat the other shepherd, Trebold. "Looks like some fox has had 'em after they died."

"I know a fox when I see one. Something's come out-a-them... 'tweren't no fox..." asserted Gromlin. There was a clear trail of remains and fluids leading towards the undergrowth nearby,  "... beastmen, ah'm tellin' ye. Corrin saw one o' them goatmen up at the cliffs over the valley. Knew we should ha' sorted it." 

He glared at the older shepherd; there was no love lost between them.

"That was a goat... and last year," Falltrick the mayor growled, his deep voice matching the authority of his looming frame. He was passing middle age, his rough cropped beard becoming greyer and wilder while the hair on the top of his head had dwindled to leave his sun burnt pate shining under the few remaining wisps but his presence was still intimidating to all in the village, save the most senior of the matriarchs.

"'Tweren't no goat," insisted Gromlin, a little defensively, "nor a fawn or a satyr..." (Nelly suppressed a giggle at the thought) "... 'twas one o' them beastmen, spreading its filthy oats to our flocks."

Falltrick opened his mouth, an annoyed look in his eye but Dohn interjected. "Habel keeps saying he seen dead animals up and down the river there... this year and last... like this. He says its the work of a beastman."

Falltrick's pressed his lips together and shrugged. Habel, the hunter had a lot of respect in the town, at least for his fieldcraft, so if he said it was so then, maybe, it was worth taking more seriously than the squabbling shepherds.

"OK" he grunted. "Let's take a look. You two are coming..." he nodded to Nelly and Dohn "... and I will get Hann and his lads... and see if you can find Habel too!" he added as her turned to leave.

"He's out in the hills." Dohn replied to the older man's broad back.

"Just see, alright.” Falltrick snapped. “Try down at the wharfs and the Inn." His tone didn't broke any argument. Falltrick could be mean and cruel when he wanted something. Despite his stature, he was as tall but not as broad as the older man, Nelly saw her husband's shoulders droop.

It made sense for Nelly and Dohn to be roped into the hunting expedition. Along with Hann's two sons (and Hann would need to accompany them due to his sons' notorious unruliness and unreliability) they were amongst the youngest and least attached adults in the settlement. And Nelly probably would be treated as such until she was with child and welcomed into the local matriarchy; an event for which she had been expecting (with some trepidation) for two frustrating years. 

Dohn and Hann both had some fieldcraft skills but it would be handy if Dohn could find the wily hunter Habel. The couple headed back the dry path through the orchards to the settlement then, at the path split , Nelly, on her tiptoes, gave him a peck on the cheek, ruffled his blonde hair affectionately and turned up to their modest cottage as her husband continued down through the village to the Inn and wharf on the riverside.

It was still mid-morning and the interior of the cottage was gloomy in to her eyes as she rummaged around for the weapons, her short iron bladed spear, Dohn's trusty cudgel and their two sharp hunting knives as well as Dohn's sturdy hobnailed boots that he favoured when he was afield. Coming out into the bright light she dropped her findings in a pile and then went to check on the chickens in the pen and then the pigs and goats in the barn. A large figure appeared on path next to the cottage but it was Falltrick, not her husband. She nodded at him and entered the barn. When she had finished checking the pig and the three goats and filled the water trough she turned. Falltrick had followed her in, a looming silhouette in the bright light of the doorway. 

"Alright?" he grunted rubbing his face and she heard the scratch of his rough whiskers.

"Yeah..." she said, tilting her hips, making sure she was fully in the sunlight for him to see. She still young enough to keep her lithe, girlish frame and pale freckled skin but she also had a little curve on her hips and thighs. Her bust was now grown enough that she could no longer be mistaken for a child but her breasts were still small and perky enough that they need no support; with her back arched a little their twin peaks jutted from the folds of her soft linen blouse. She knew what effect that could have on a man. She flashed a wide smile of small even teeth at the man and tossed her mess of strawberry blonde curls. "... kinda wish we had a cow though" she said. 

It never hurt to give it a try, Falltrick could probably persuade his sister in the village across the river to give up one of hers for a fair price... so long as he had the right motivation. She fluttered her lashes at him, her grey eyes flashing. 



He stepped towards her and she stepped sideways, slipping by him to escape into the sunlight... almost.

A beefy hand caught her shoulder and she turned towards him. 

"Now then, mister mayor sir. My man could be back at any time."  She purred, allowing a little frown to crease her brow.

The older man leered down at he, his face half in shadow, half in the bright morning sunlight.

"No, he'll be heading down to the Inn now and he won't be coming back without a drink or two in him."

"That husband." Nelly tutted with false irritation as she backed into the shadows, Falltrick following. She stopped when her back hit the upright support, her hand pressing against his groin to prevent him crushing her and felt the firm bulge in his breeks.

He leant his head towards her and she pulled away for a moment, tilting her head to look past his  shoulder, out at the daylight where she could see if Dohn was indeed coming up the path. Satisfied, she leaned back towards him and their mouths met. As their tongues fenced she pulled at the older man's trousers, freeing his stiffening cock while his own, greedy hands groped and fondled her breasts, freeing her small globes from her blouse and squeezing her hardening rosebud nipples. 

Their mouths separated as together they struggled to free her from the constraint of her own skirt and smalls and then his meaty hands closed around her hips, fingers crushing and separating her buttocks as he lifted her off her feet, while her own hand clenching his cock, guided it to her sex. She  let go as it slid into her, parting her swollen lower lips and she felt the dampness of her own juices coating it as its rough length pushed within her passage. 

She loved her husband , she told herself, but he was a cautious and uncertain lover whereas Falltrick, on the other hand, had a confidence and an aggressiveness always made her wet with the promise of a good fuck.

Falltrick sheathed it in her with one firm push, grinning  down at her gasping face. Then he began to fuck her, slow steady strokes only at first building rapidly into a rapid drumbeat of thrusts. Nelly collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder so she could keep one eye on barn door and yard beyond. 

She could feel the sweat of his exertion through the man's shirt along with the rising odour as she clutched him. His animal grunts in her ear drowned out her own gasps of pleasure. She could feel her juices flowing over his pistoning cock and over his balls, soaking her thighs. Falltrick had fucked her so many times against this very pillar that she was surprised that Dohn never noticed the stains in the soil below, or that the stout beam had survived so far unbroken. 

She felt the excitement rising in own loins but gritted her teeth and held it until she heard his breathing become irregular. She knew from long experience how long and hard he could go and, knowing he wouldn't last long now, she relaxed allowing the pleasure to overcome her a slow wave building driven by the urgent friction of his flesh until it crashed over her and her legs clamped around his back as she pressed her mouth against his chest to stifle her scream. The walls of her vagina clutched at his thrusting flesh and then she felt him stiffen inside her as he grunted with his own orgasm.

After the climax had subsided he held her against the post for a minute while their breathing slowed and then let her drop to the ground, his penis slipping free. He stepped back to look at her, a triumphant smirk on his face, she was less than half his age, as he tucked his cock back into her pants. His eyes lighted on her moist snatch as she knelt to recover her skirt and he said:

"Maybe should have put it up yer ass again? Wouldn't want you to put you up with the wrong haired babies, eh?"

She managed to hide her flash of anger and instead she turned and wiggled her still naked bum at him...

... after all there was still the possibility of a cow. 

Nevertheless when he backed out of the barn, still doing up his clothes her face fell into a bitter scowl. She had been married to Dohn for two years now, and fucking Falltrick three times that long. Plus there used to be an occasional tryst with Hann... and once with one of his sons... not to mention a few passing strangers who she had hooked up with at the Inn before and after her marriage. And old Pitar, the miller one drunken time. But no babies on any hair colour. It was a small compensation that she wasn't aware of Falltrick fathering any children either despite her knowledge that he liked to spread his oats. Although she was ambivalent about the prospect motherhood she still enjoyed trying. But this wasn't a city; in these parts it was either motherhood or spinsterhood and she could already sense Dohn becoming restless as time passed.

She kicked fresh dirt over the mess at the base of the pillar. Sorting her clothes she scowled at the curious pig and left to wait for her husband's return from the Inn so they could get on and hunt monsters.

By the time Nelly had negotiated a loaf of hard bread for the day in exchange for a clutch of eggs from the old widow Ligia (and she was sure she would be the only one thinking of vittles for the day's adventure) Dohn was heading up the road from the river accompanied, not by the old hunter, but by a young woman. 

Recognizing the woman Nelly greeted her enthusiastically. Her name was Esmeia and she was an infrequent guest at the Inn. Nelly sometimes worked at the Inn when the innkeeper or his wife were indisposed so she knew her quite well and always got with her as Esmeia was just a little older than she. 

The short petite brunette with quick dark eyes and pale olive skin made a living riding the barges to and from the port city a couple of days down the river as a deck hand or as an extra guard against the occasional bandits who may try to waylay the traders and, Nelly suspected, occasionally turned tricks to make ends meet as well; she was pretty enough to make a few coins. Some folk called the itinerant barge workers river bums but Nelly couldn't see the other woman in any sense other than as a footloose adventurer. Esmeia was easy to get along with, she had a natural exuberance her eyes sparkled under her dark fringe of curls as she described, with animated gestures, her travels making her itinerant life out as a continual odyssey of discovery.

Hann and two of his sons joined them with Falltrick at the edge of the village and they set off, Dohn and Falltrick ahead, Hann following behind with his youngest. Hann was a tall gawky middle ageing man with untidy black hair and equally black bushy moustache. He seemed to take the role of the villages general handyman and, in Nelly's experience, he had a pretty impressive cock and knew what to do with it. His fat wife obviously shared the knowledge as they had sired a veritable horde of offspring. The older son, who Nelly had also rolled with in an embarrassing and unsatisfying liaison, and who's name she had now forgotten (or maybe never known) fell behind as if to walk with the two women. Nelly and Esmeia exchanged glances, purposefully slowing down to lag further and further behind and the lad, eventually taking the hint, decided to catch up with his father and sibling so that a proper pace was re-established. After about an hour's hike, by which time they were descending into the wide valley beyond, the old hunter Habel caught up with them having met one of the shepherds in the hills and heard of the impending hunt.

Still trailing behind the men Nelly asked Esmeia why she was joining the expedition.

"Beastmen, they're worth money!", the woman replied, "the apothecaries have jars of ground beastmen horns for aphrodisiacs. A silver for a mere pinch. I never tried it, never really trusted them, how could you tell the difference between ground goat or bull horn and an actual beastman?" she shrugged "But there's a market in the imperial cities and there's money made by some of the traders who come from up north with the merchants at the docks.

"Plus their cocks... " Esmeia grinned mischievously "... worth a fortune.. the Illyians pay ten gold each for them I heard... I could easily get a couple of sovereign on the waterfront."

"What do they want them for?" gasped Nelly.

"Dunno. Some say they've got an ancient hatred, them being virtuous and virginal et-cetera. Maybe they keep them as trophies?" She leaned closer, "Also I heard they know how to treat them so they get big and hard again; stuff them maybe. And then they use them on each other in rituals... a lot of people reckon that sorta thing about the Illyians".

She winked.

Nelly exclaimed "They do that...? Women?". The Illyian Order was a notoriously closed and conservative chapter of women warriors. Part of the Emperor's personal bodyguard, she believed.

"U-hu." nodded the other woman, smiling. Nelly noticed she was taking care not to make eye contact "Put straps on them and... you know... do it... there's a lot of that in the big cities men and women doing there own thing... to each other."

Nelly wasn't scandalized by this insight but was feeling decidedly unsophisticated. The big cities and the empire always had a mythical, distant and unreachable fascination to her and she could pretty much believe anything she was told about their decadence.  Rural life in the villages had never offered her an obvious path to experience such an existence. It was like her life was a country track travelled by centuries of wagon traffic running parallel and crossing imperial roads but never allowing a change of direction so deep were the ruts. She was now regretting not spending more time with Esmeia  at the Inn... and wondering why she had never considered just jumping on one of the barges like Esmeia did almost every day and sailing off to a new world of experience.

"And..." continued Esmeia  into the grand climax of her story "... if you get a live one (uncut mind) then you can get thirty gold from the merchants straight off. There's a lot of demand. Circuses and zoos and universities in the the imperial lands can't get enough of them. That's serious money! After all you'd be lucky to get fifty sovereigns ransom for the son of a noble... that's not much more than thirty for a beastman!"

Nelly thought about what sort of life she could enjoy with that sort of money.

An argument had started with Falltrick complaining about the pace of the hike. They had several miles to cover and it would already be early afternoon by the time they arrived. But then Falltrick had began questioning whether they were heading for the right place anyway. The spot where the sightings had been made was a small river that had cut a gorge between hills over the valley leaving steep cliffs bordering a small lush ribbon of vegetation where Habel occasionally liked to hunt. How had any monsters managed to impregnate the sheep there? The shepherds had their own grazing patches on the hills around the village and, while sheep did stray, it was rarely that far. Which also raised the question of when the aforementioned knobbing had happened.

Habel said: "I heard it could be weeks or months, some farmers say they get unnatural birthings a season after the beastmen passed by. So I heard."

"So... wait... that beastman may have had its way with those sheep months ago?" spluttered Falltrick.

"We dunno" said Dohn and beside him the wiry hunter shrugged.

Nelly could see Falltrick's point. It was early summer now and, had it been spring when Gromlin's sheep were waylaid, then the culprits could have been long gone. And where had it actually happened, out here in the valley or ravine beyond or closer to the village during the spring storms? In lambing season the shepherds should have been keeping their flocks closer to home. And either sheep or beastman would have had to cross the valley river in full flood.

Falltrick continued to rage: "So that sheep might have been up the spout for a month and that useless fucking shepherd never noticed".

"Heard the animals don't show it, just continue to act normal" said Habel.

"Not much Gromlin could have done anyway even if they did" ventured Dohn. 

"Sure he could have" drawled Hann glancing over his shoulder at Nelly and Esmeia as he did so. Hann didn't talk much but always liked to check that he was impressing any women in his company when he did. "Any old hag can sort out a beastman fucking".

"... or so they always say," Falltrick nodded "at the right price".

Dohn shrugged. "Maybe they should have given him some sign that they needed help". When that idea was met with silence he added for clarity: "... the sheep should have."

There was a pause as all of the men tried to come up with a suitable answer to that idea. Nelly rolled her eyes at Esmeia; her husband was never the sharpest tool they had in the cottage. The silence stretched out until it was obvious that the thread of conversation had died and so they continued. 

They crossed the river through the valley at one of the wider spots. At this season the water was shallow and barely bubbling and they could easily hop from stone to stone. Earlier, in spring it would have been deep and wide and difficult to ford. The valley was dry now its grasses thinning and browning and the ground between rocky and sandy away from the riverbank. 

Behind them were the low hills that they had descended and beyond it ran the main river, the  village nestling on its banks. The river they had just crossed meandered around flowing in the opposite direction until it found a gap in the uplands and joined the main river some leagues upstream from the village. Ahead of them the other side of the valley rose, its slopes covered in loose scree and rising in terraces of broken sandstone.  Their goal was a narrow gap in this rise to which they turned.

They reached the mouth of the ravine where the river exited into the wider valley as a stream rushing down the slope to join the valley river behind them and there they paused and rested for a few minutes. Nelly shared the bread, but kept her small packet of cheese for herself and Esmeia. They drank from their skins although Habel warned them against refilling them from the stream, just in case. There were springs in the ravine if needs be he told them. 

The party readied their weapons, Dohn taking his cudgel and Nelly her spear. Falltrick also hefted a spear but also had a broad bladed sword with a long grip strapped across his back. He often wore it when he seemed to feel he had need to exert his authority in the village but she had never seen him draw it from its scabbard. Hann had an iron tipped staff and he and his lads all had hatchets. Habel's short bow was their only missile weapon and Esmeia had a short sword sheathed at her hip.

Then they followed the hunter cautiously into the ravine. After the narrow entrance the walls widened a little and the stream continued its meandering back and forward, gnarled trees along its banks and heavy shrubs and copses of small, untended olive trees rising up the slopes. Above them Nelly could see the cliffs and escarpments rising with dark shadows suggesting caves.

A few hundred paces in Habel slowed and then ahead there was movement near the river bank. A wild dog poked its head up from the tall grass, looking at them and sniffing, then it fled into the thicket. They approached slowly Habel still leading and on a small beach, they found the body of a young buck twisted and stiff with rigor-mortis. It's flesh had been partly stripped by the dog and other carrion eaters but the cause of death was obvious: the rupture of its abdomen, from the inside, that had left a dark, stinking, mess of intestines soaking into  the fine pebbles where some things had torn themselves free.

"They always seem to look for water to die beside" said Habel, searching the ground around the corpse.

"Wait a minute" said Hann, "something's not right here". He paused for a moment but no one else was casting any light on this. "It's a fucking buck... a male". 

Nelly caught Esmeia's eyes but she just shrugged. Like her, she had already heard it said that beastmen could impregnate animals regardless of gender. But for Hann this seemed like a revelation. Maybe it was just seeing evidence of the beasmens' unnatural fertility. From the corner of her eye she saw Hann's sons grip their hatchets more firmly as they stared at the body and Falltrick and Dohn's mouths were both tight with this validation of what they must surely have heard. It was interesting that it seemed to have unsettled the men, except for Habel who was now following a trail through the grass.  

The hunter motioned to them and Nelly followed Dohn who followed Falltrick. The three men  crowded around a depression beside the bank Dohn and Falltrick in front of her and Habel squatting on the other side. Dohn turned suddenly to her and asked for her spear. She handed it over then squeezed her head in between Falltrick and Dohn so she could see what was happening. At their feet was a shallow pool and something was stirring the sandy water. Dohn stabbed the spear into it and, on his third attempt he managed to impale the writhing form on the tip. Lifting it from the brackish water he threw it onto the ground and they gathered around. 

It flapped weakly in a spreading pool of its own blood, obviously fatally wounded by the spear but Nelly also had the impression that it was emaciated and already dying. 

"Tried to get to the river but ended up trapped in the pool instead" said Habel " the animals always birth them beside a river, then they swim off... a year later there's a new pack downstream".

"Fuck" said Falltrick.

Nelly pondered this. The stream ran down into the valley where it met the river there and that joined the main river upstream from the village. But, she was sure that if any juvenile monsters started popping up in the neighbourhood they would be noticed and dealt with promptly. She had never heard of beastmen invading or raiding civilized lands.

The dying larvae was a about a foot in length, its slick skin was mostly coated in matted tan coloured fur, like an otter with a naked pink belly. It had a flat tail like an eel, long rear legs and two short forelegs. It's head was blunt and its gasping mouth was filled with sharp teeth. It reminded her a bit of a giant tadpole. It didn't obviously resemble her image of the humanoid beastman but then tadpoles didn't much resemble frogs either and there were some signs of what this thing may grow into; small lumps in the crown of the head looked like they may be nascent horns, the small jaw resembled that  of a beast, overlarge, black soulless eyes blinked and rolled as it expired and she could see ribs rising above the bubbling blood of the wound in its sleek body.

"Move over!" said Dohn. He was hefting a large, heavy stone in both hands he had found nearby. They backed off as he raised it over the twitching thing and then dropped it with a heavy thud and a wet explosion of blood and gore that covered his hobnail boots and splattered his trousers.

Nelly sighed exasperated. She didn't think it was the best way to dispose of the creature and from the look on Habel's face he agreed. Esmeia caught her glance with a crooked grin and Nelly rolled her eyes in return.

Recovering her bloodied spear she jabbed the tip into the beach pebbles then rinsed it in the stream while beside her Dohn stomped around in the shallows trying to clean the worst of the mess off the leather of his boots.

The party resumed along the river with Dohn and Habel now in the lead moving cautiously along the river bank followed by Hann's sons while Falltrick and Hann himself followed along behind conversing in low tones. Nelly and Esmeia brought up the rear ambling along, satisfied to keep any eye on the two ahead.

Nelly queried Esmeia about her travels. Had she ever been to the Imperial cities on the southern coast or just Densport two days down the river? She was actually trying to impress with her limited knowledge of the world beyond. Esmeia hadn't travelled any further but she knew that beyond even the bustling port there was a even wider world. But then Esmeia claimed to still think of herself as a country girl and while she loved the port city she liked the freedom to travel into the "wilds" whenever the whim, or lack of available money (the city was expensive to live in) compelled her. Still, maybe, someday she would widen her horizons further.

But then why didn't Nelly take the opportunity of her youth to travel a bit? She asked in return. Nelly had been dreading this question, the answers were easy: marriage, home-making, baby-making... but she knew deep down that there was no excuse for her inertia. A trip to the city wouldn't take a week even but she would never even see it unless she made the effort.

They stopped to relieve themselves. The afternoon sun was warm and the bubbling river and song of the birds made it a pleasant place to stay. But they had lost sight of Falltrick, Hann and the others so after a few minutes they pressed on. The river turned a bend and, beyond, it widened out briefly into a glade with sandy pebble beaches either side of the shallow water. 

On the other side of the water and the glade was a deer, its head bowed, drinking from one of the deeper flows but no sign, yet, of any of the men. The two women froze, instinctively not wanting to startle the creature on the other side. But it had already seen them, its head turned towards them and it stood up. And Nelly realized then that it was, in fact, not a deer.

It stood on two legs and they looked shaggy and bent more like a goat than a deer despite the aquiline form of the deer head with its straight antelope horns. It's torso and arms, however, were that of a man but maybe a little hairier. Also it was a bit thinner and weedier looking than she expected. It was mostly naked but for a belted loincloth from which a small axe hung. It looked like it was young but, despite that she could see malicious intelligence in the big dark eyes that stared back at them across the space. It tilted its head in calculation but then suddenly raised its snout an sniffed as if in surprise, its eyes widened and Nelly could see its demeanour change as it crouched to flee.

Before it could take a step it staggered and Nelly saw that a brown feathered arrow had sprouted from its side. As it stumbled she saw another arrow pierce its chest and from across the stream Dohn and Hann's boys, followed by their father came screaming like a gang off barbarians brandishing their weapons in a cloud of spray.

They made short work of the beastman, Dohn got the first hit in with his cudgel before it had even raised its own axe which fell from its stunned hands then Dohn and Hann beat it with cudgel and staff until finally Hann's boys found the bloodthirstiness to strike it with their hatchets and soon it was reduced to twitching pile, painting the stream red with its seeping blood. Before Nelly and Esmeia had snapped out of their shock and reached them Dohn finished it off for good with a solid strike caving in its already ruined head.

Falltrick and Habel joined them, Habel pulled his arrows clear of the corpse.

“So that's a satyr?” said Hann looking down at its corpse.

"Nah, satyr's a different species entirely. They live in the woods and court nymphs. They're harmless... if you believe in them in the first place. This fucker's a killer, these things are a plague in some places. Maybe they started as satyrs once but something  unnatural must ha' fucked 'em up along the way."

"I thought they had goat's heads" said Esmeia. 

"Nuh", continued Falltrick before Nelly could answer. "They get the heads of whatever animals they burst out of. Sometimes they can be pretty deformed as well I hear... but they're always male regardless".

"I guess they don't need females when they breed with other animals" pondered Esmeia, wisely. Esmeia nodded. Falltrick shrugged.

"Better burn that" said Habel indicating the corpse with a liberated arrow, "they're dirty as well, they carry disease".

"Let's drag it out of the water" said Falltrick although he made no attempt to help as Hann, his boys and Dohn did the dragging. It didn't look very dirty to Nelly apart from the bloodiness of its death but she could smell its heavy bestial scent. As the men started spreading out to find dry kindling among the thickets and copses, Hann's boys chatting excitedly with the ebbing adrenaline from their first killing, Esmeia intercepted Habel.

"Got a skinning knife?"

"Why" grunted the old man suspiciously.

Esmeia leant forward conspiratorially but that just made the Falltrick and Nelly listen harder. "I'll give you three coppers if you cut a bit off for me".

"Any bit?"

"No... " she rolled her eyes, "its, you know what... its cock".

Habel looked shocked and offended. "Three coppers?"

"Yep, easy money" she smiled winsomely but met with a lack of reaction she said "OK, five!"

"Humph" said Habel but he shrugged and taking out a sharp knife he bent beside the corpse. 

The beastman still wore its leather loincloth wrapped around its groin. After realizing that neither Esmeia or anyone else was going to remove it for him he began cutting it free.

"Why?" asked Falltrick.

"It might be worth something in the city," said Esmeia brightly "you know, with apothecaries".

"How much?"

Esmeia shrugged. "A silver or two, maybe." Falltrick's eyes narrowed suspiciously. 

Habel had pulled the loincloth aside and they all leant over to view the revealed beasthood. It didn't look as impressive as Nelly was expecting, just about the girth of a man's perhaps a bit longer and smoother. The flesh was almost black but for a pale tip. She wondered if the beastmen inherited their genitals from their birth species as well. The only notable features was a wide hole in the tapered tip and two huge swollen hairy testicles definitely bigger than those of the men she knew.

"Just the cock?"  said Habel sounding hopeful.

"Better get the whole dish" said Esmeia, airily.

There was a pause while Habel considered the mechanics of doing this in a clean way then after Esmeia provided him with a large heavy kerchief that she pulled from one of her pouches he wrapped the dead monsters tackle up in it and started cutting.

Nelly left him to it  and approached Dohn was now returning with an arm full of branches, craning his head to see what Habel was doing. 

"Can I get your knife husband, Luv?" she asked sweetly.

"I need it for cutting" he said.

"Me too" she replied in a tone that suggested there was no real argument to be had. Reluctantly he swapped knives with her. Dohn's knife had the advantage of a serrated blade and she set to work sawing off the beastman's horns while Esmeia washed her grisly trophy. Falltrick looked on without questioning and possibly with a hint of admiration for the women's enterprise.

The men dug a shallow firepit and, packing kindling in, dragged the mutilated corpse onto the it and stacked up more on top. 

"Will that be enough?" asked Dohn. 

"Nah" said Falltrick as the first wisps of  smoke rose from Habel's fire-making. "This'll get us started but we should get another pile".

As the younger men went to work gathering again Habel left the fire fitfully burning then approached Falltrick. 

"Think I should check around.. see if there are signs of others". 

Falltrick gave him a sharp look. "Could there be? Do they work in packs?"

"Tribes sometimes" said Habel, then added "but there can't be a lot around. They'd need to hunt and eat and shit an' all and I would have noticed if there was more than a couple. Whole village would've noticed I'm pretty sure".

Falltrick nodded and Habel went off to search.

When Duroc, Hann and the boys came back Falltrick gathered them around and Nelly shuffled in to hear.

"Look, there may be some more. We got the drop on that one but next time we might not be so lucky. If there were any more nearby I am guessing its likely that they heard the noise and can see the fire and scarpered... but I don't want to hang around until after dark. And its probably not worth sending someone back to the village to rustle up more bodies at this time..." Habel had returned at this point, shrugging to indicate his search was futile "... so we've got a few hours.

"I say Habel, Hann and the lads head up the river and see if you see any more signs, carefully mind and if you do find anything come straight back and we will get more bodies together tomorrow.

"Me and Dohn will check the caves up there and see if we can find this guy's nest. But we'll stay close by. The women can mind the fire." He nodded to Dohn and added “You dealt with it good there”. Dohn smiled, proudly.

Nelly and Esmeia exchanged glances at the thought of there mighty responsibility. Nevertheless no-one disputed the mayor's plan so of they all went. Nelly sat on a large rock poking her spear in the once again clear water and inspecting the horns she had sawn from the head of the beastman and Esmeia sat beside her.

"How do you think an apothecary would know this came from a beastman and not a deer?" she asked her friend. 

Esmeia shrugged. "Maybe it doesn't matter. If we sell it the same time as this," she indicated , her gruesome trophy wrapped up in a tight linen parcel next to her, "then they'd know it's likely real."

Behind them there was a loud crack and a sudden burst of heat from the beastman's pyre. Some oils in the younger tree branches must have eventually caught and suddenly it was a bright inferno.

"Job done" said Esmeia. "Let's go find your man"

They followed the path that Falltrick and Dohn had taken up a gentle slope where twisted roots gave way to broken rocks and then a scramble of scree held by occasional hardy bushes and trees as the gradient increased. Once they had approximately reached the height of the trees around the river they could see much further down the ravine which extended even further that Nelly had expected with occasional patches of glittering water amongst the surprisingly lush vegetation. The slope had flattened out continuing along the face of the ravine wall, rising slowly, in some parts widening to small plateaus with shallow brackish pools and tangles of vegetation and hardy trees. As they zigzagged up it they could hear noises ahead and following they passed through a narrow crevice into a small uneven clearing. 

There they stopped, Nelly wide mouthed in horror. They had found Falltrick and Dohn. Nelly's husband was bent over a rock, his breeches around his ankles, jacking himself off as Falltrick thrust his cock into the other's ass, his face red and eyes clenched tight in concentration. Esmeia, following behind Nelly, squealed in surprise at seeing them in flagrante and, at that, both men froze and looked around.

Nelly turned and pushed passed Esmeia, dropping her spear. At the mouth of the crevice she turned uphill again, hoping to escape pursuit for a while. Nevertheless a few minutes later Dohn caught up with her at a promontory overlooking the ravine. She turned on him.

"How dare you", she raged

"I... I... I'm sorry. It was just this once. I don't know what..."

"Once?" she spat. She doubted that, now suddenly she was remembering absences and poor excuses. A lot of things now made sense. 

"It's wrong.. it's disgusting" she continued solidifying her claim to the moral high ground, her jaw set and eyes blazing.

"But.. but... it's a man thing" he tried lamely.

 To be honest she didn't care that much. It was just the sense of betrayal... from both Dohn and Falltrick.

"He's old" she snarled, "how could you?"

"He made me... he's pushy... he..." then he straightened attempting to look a little less miserable "you weren't getting pregnant... I tried and tried. He made me feel like... like..."

"Like a woman?"

"Yes... no... no...I just need someone... you don't make me..."

A red mist descended "You think you're the only person who's dissatisfied? " she screamed "It's all about you? I don't matter? I don't have desires as well? Well your not the only one who's fucking Falltrick..." 

She bit down hard but too late. Dohn opened his mouth to say something else, then stopped and behind his eyes she could see the wheels turning.

"You... and... Falltrick...?" he started. 

She had lost the moral high ground. Still in a rage, but now mostly at herself she tore past him and scrambled up the slope. After a second she heard him behind her, in close pursuit and suddenly she was afraid. The slope was steepening to unclimbable and the only escape now was a narrow cave entrance with signs of a dried up stream to the side. She redoubled her effort to get to it and behind she heard him call:

"Wait".

She was in the mouth of the cave before she stopped and turned and he halted before her. There was a minute of awkward silence.

Eventually Dohn said "Look we can try again... we can forget about this, have a baby..."

She felt a sob well up unexpectedly and turned away. The cave continued upwards at a slight angle and she could see pale light ahead. Not wanting to be cornered in the mouth of the cave she began climbing up the narrow passage and heard Dohn following but keeping a respectable distance. She could clearly see the marks of water flow but at the moment the floor was dry. After a dozen yards the spring course narrowed but to the side there was a wide crevice through which pale daylight was seeping. Slipping easily through this she found herself at the back of a wide cavern with a flat sandy floor the other end of which opened into daylight.

She stepped inside as she heard Dohn pulling himself through the gap and took a deep breath. The heavy, musky odour of the cave filled her lungs.

"Please" said Dohn. 

"I don't know" she said feeling a tug of regret "I am not sure I want a baby... yet. I may want to..." the dreams and promises of distant cities and decadence played temptingly in her thoughts as she crossed the floor towards the sunlight.

She stopped. Against one of the walls she could see a collection of branches and wide leaves arranges as a bed. There was a firepit near her feet and she could see the remnants of animal bones around it. A nest? The beastman's nest? 

"This must be..." she said turning to Dohn. Then she saw, just behind him another makeshift cot and felt fear in her stomach. She had dropped her spear somewhere but still had Dohn's knife. As she slipped it from her scabbard Dohn was lifting his cudgel and she realized his wide gaze was not on her on but something behind her. She looked over her shoulder. There in the shadows beside the cave mouth, almost hidden by the glare was a white form and it was moving. She looked back at Dohn, saw him readying his weapon his focus on the thing advancing behind her but then, in the shadows behind him she saw sudden movement and suddenly Dohn staggered and choked.

A dark ram headed monstrosity rose behind him pulling a short spear from his back. He turned towards it but it was already on him forcing his weak cudgel swing aside as it overwhelmed him. 

Something hit her from behind, driving her down. In terror she lashed out low with the knife and felt it make brief contact before she lost grip of it. Her attacker was a wiry and muscular and she grasped at the short fur. It grabbed her arm and she felt it was going to be pulled out of its socket. Reacting with desperate fury she kicked and clawed and scratched and bit, managing to free herself and found herself face to face with the diabolic goat like visage. Covered with coarse white fur pink eyes with horizontal pupils transfixed her with an insane, evil, hungry glare. A tangled mess of horns spiralled on it head. 

She headbutted it, because it was the only thing she could think of doing in this moment of terror her forehead smashing into its long snout. Amazingly it seemed to catch the monster by surprise and as it pulled its head back she got her feet against its chest and kicked it off her. 

She turned to see Dohn's death. The beast that had stabbed him had now forced him kneeling on the floor. One heavy cloven hoof pressed against her husband's groin as a powerful arms clamped around his neck and head. Dohn was well built and about the same height as his opponent but this thing was carved of feral muscle. She saw her husband's muscles straining to break the creature's grip but then his strength seemed to fail with the wound and suddenly, with a sickening snap the creature twisted his head and Dohn spasmed, his neck broken.

She didn't hesitate but stumbled to her feet and lurched towards the cave mouth. The white beastman lunged, grabbing her foot and she stumbled to her knees kicking it away. Before she could get her feet under her again she heard the other beastman heavy steps bearing down on her and she spun around to face it as it smashed her against the floor, its weight smashing her on her back.

It had retrieved it spear and pinning her with a hand on her chest it raised it above its head to strike, its mouth a murderous snarl.

Bereft of any other options she clasped her hands together. "Please, please" she wailed not daring to hope it would heed her even if it could understand. Her wide eyes filled with tears as she pressed her clasped hands against its chest and sought any sign of mercy in its dark alien eyes. 

It paused and she saw its snarl become a grin and it raised itself on its haunches leering down at her.

Her heart was still racing and her breath was still ragged even with this respite and she could only lie there paralysed looking up with terrified fascination at the monster that had killed Dohn and conquered her.  It was bigger and rougher than the deer-like beastman they had killed at the river. Muscles swelled under the dark flesh of its human torso. Coarse black hair covered much of the shoulders and chest and its neck and head were wholly furred like a beast. The ram's head was that of a mountain goat albeit a large specimen. Two horns curved from its forehead in spirals over its pointed ears; they looked normal, unlike the chaotic tangle of horns of the white beastman that shuffled behind it. Slanted eyes glared at her with evil intelligence. A line of hair plunged down the centre of its muscled stomach and spread as a wide forest at its groin.  Its hairy legs were hocked like a goat's, its heavy hooves planted either side of her thighs. And it wore armour. A leather cuirass was strapped across the hairy chest and it wore a heavy cloth with a rigid codpiece across its loins. Its forearms were protected with leather vambraces.

The white creature muttered and moved forward pawing at her but the dark goatman pushed it aside with a snarled a word in some guttural speech. Then it turned its attention back to her. It grasped her skirt and yanked it apart, snapping the ties and ripping through the material as it tore it from her and threw it aside. Her small pants provided no obstacle to it as it tore them asunder to expose her naked groin to its will. Then its hands clasped her legs at the knees and it pulled them apart as it planted its hooves between her thighs.

She whimpered, eyes wide with terror, as it placed a rough hand in her chest, crushing her against the ground, restraining her while it freed itself of its own lower vestments, loincloth and guard discarded beside her own torn clothing. 

Craning her head she could see its genitals swing free of their constraints. Two giant testicles, swollen and hairy, and its heavy cock swung over her groin. She knew what the outcome would be but could not drag her eyes away from it. The cock was certainly larger than the deerman's, larger than any she had seen, even flaccid. She watched it swing like a pendulum over her naked, vulnerable, spread-eagled groin, then suddenly, as if defying gravity, it rose and stiffened into a column. Thick veins spring up along the length of its dark leathery flesh and its head pushed out from its thick foreskin and swelled into a blunt knob, its flesh taut angry crimson. The hole at its tip was unnaturally wide like that of the deerman. 

Despite herself she felt her own loin stir. Or maybe it was precisely because of her vulnerability under this fecund creature. Was it because she could see the sudden intensity of its desire in its abrupt arousal... its hunger for her body that made her respond. She knew that its sole intent was impregnate her with its foul larvae, make her body a vessel for its procreation from which they would tear themselves free. The column of flesh between its swollen sacks and the gaping egress through which its seed would burst was like a weapon its sole purpose to impale her and fill her depths... but regardless she was the object for its undivided lust and that stirred a part of her.

It turned its head and snarled something at the pale form of its companion behind, maybe ensuring its ownership over its prize and the other creature withdrew further into the shadows, muttering.

Its hand shifted from her chest and strong fingers closed around her neck and jaw forcing her to look in its face as it leant over her. Its bloodshot eyes with black horizontals pupil in dark irises locked her own wide-eyed stare, mocking. Its sharp yellow teeth bared as drips of its saliva fell on her chin and her desperate breathing filled her lungs with its hot breath. It spread its knees and lowered its hips the articulation of its bestial legs making it easy to position its organ. 

She thought maybe she could twist her loins away from it but to what avail? Any resistance would undoubtedly lead to overwhelming force in retaliation. Or even worse, she realized, it would just lose interest and be done with her as an intruder in its lair... like Dohn. Submission was survival. 

She felt the firm tip of its organ press against her nether lips, finding them with unnerving accuracy and pushing against them without hesitation. The pressure pushed her hips back a couple of inches, scraping her bare buttocks along the coarse sand of the cavern floor and she felt the firm flesh of the beast's shaft bend slightly. Then her vulva gave up its resistance, labia separating as the head of its beasthood pushed inside her and she gasped with the force of the intrusion. There was a little dampness that lessened the immediate pain of penetration but the shaft continued to push into her as its free hand closed roughly around her thigh to hold her. It seemed to be no effort for the creatures powerful thighs to keep forcing its thick flesh into her narrow passage as she pressed her eyes tight closed and felt her face reddening at the immense pressure of the muscles of her passage being forced apart as inch by inch slid inside, the knotted veins and rough flesh bruising her. 

She was sobbing as she felt its advance stop. It had buried almost half its length in her, she could feel it impaling her, its firm hot flesh seemed to fill her entirely. But now it paused. Its grip shifted and then she felt rough hands move to her shirt. She opened her eyes as her hands sprung into action. Her skirt had already been ripped from her and for all that it was a small thing to save she could make sure that at least she had some clothes intact. So even as the beastman began tearing the front of her shirt apart she was pulling it upwards and her assailant relented to allow her to pull the garment over her head. She looked up at it still breathing heavily with fear. She had just bared herself fully before it (but for her boots)while its cock was still in her and it seemed amused at her submission. Its eyes roamed her naked body greedily. She thought it couldn't be particularly interested in the female form, maybe it just wanted her naked like a beast, but then its hands closed around her modest breasts, easily enclosing them, and squeezed and mauled them. She gasped, more in surprise than anything. The impaling cock shifted within her as she squirmed it seemed that the pressure was lessening , maybe her muscles were relaxing as she felt a dribble of liquid escape from her tight entrance and trickle down to her anus. 

It released her breasts giving each a cruel stinging slap before its hands moved to hold her hips. She wondered if this was it, would it just spray its seed inside her? Did it even have need of intercourse? Her stomach tightened with anticipation. But instead she felt it pulling back, the shaft slipping out of her vagina inch by inch and she inhaled deeply as her muscles relaxed in the wake of it. 

It stopped before the head of the cock was free of her, then reversed direction as the beastman pushed its cock back inside her at the same inexorable rate as before, forcing the muscles of her passage to submit to it once more as she exhaled. It grinned down at her, its gaze pitiless as it began to withdraw again and she took in another lungful of air. At least it seemed easier and less abrasive now. She glanced down to see the emerging shaft was glistening wet; she could feel more hot liquid dribbling between her buttocks. She continued watching it as it pushed inside her again, its thick veins massaging her labia as it slid in until only a few inches remained and her pale pubes tangled with its own coarse hair, then out again once more... 

She looked up at its face as it continued to slow fuck her. The increased flow of lubrication made each stroke easier but the rate was increasing in turn. Her breaths hastened to match the speed of the strokes. The warmth of her passage was increasing with the friction... spreading. She could feel perspiration springing from her pores, sheening her flesh as her body rocked under the beastman's movements. She felt her breasts bouncing and her booted feet kicked ineffectually on the sand, her thighs pinned by the weight of her rapist. To steady herself she moved her hands to grasp the beasts forearms as they held her thighs.

It had settled into a rhythm of regular long strokes. The girth of the intruding shaft was thick enough that she could still feel the flared head and veins as it moved within her but the relaxation of her muscles and her natural lubrication had allowed the pain to abate and made the experience at least physically more bearable. She had never imagined anything this size inside her... never imagined her body could have accommodated it... She bit her lips. It seemed unjust that she was having this encounter with such a monster and ultimately facing such a fatal outcome . 

Her head reeled. If this had been a man it may have felt good? Not just because of size and power of the organ that had overwhelmed her resistances but the unrelenting power of the creature, she could feel the musculature of its arms thighs against her, its animal drive and the intensity of the glare it bore down on her. Men had looked at her with opportunistic lust but no had ever regarded her with the hunger she saw in the beastman's alien eyes.  Its arched body bending its whole strength and vigour in fucking her. She could feel the quickening in her passage and she knew that if she wasn't being raped by a monster... 

... she whimpered... 

She could feel a climax building in the tension of her loins. Her body was betraying her, she could feel her nipples were hardening, the bud of her clitoris had popped from its folds as each stroke of the phallus pressed against it and her lower lips were swollen and wet as they seemed to be pulling... kissing... the pistoning organ. She tried to shift the angle of her hips to reduce the friction but her movement only further excited her sensitive entrance. Her eyes had begun tearing up again, she didn't know whether it was fear or something else, and she saw no empathy in the beast's eyes. Instead, seeing her reaction, it began increasing its pace pushing her further towards orgasm as it began to grunt with the increased exertion. She moved her grasp to the creatures upper arms and planted her feet on the ground and clamped her knees around its thighs in the brief hope of controlling its thrusts... her own hips were bucking against it. She began moaning in despair, she could not stop herself...

... she came, clamping her eyes closed. Her back arched as she lifted her hips from the floor, pushing against the pounding cock as the muscles of her vagina spasmed, clutching at the bestial flesh sliding inside her and she felt a rush of hot wetness of her own juices sluicing over it. Her head craned back as she let out a small stifled cry as a wave of pleasure racked her body. She was only dimly aware of the hot breath and bestial grunting, the slapping as firm flesh met hers, her hands gripping its arms like claws, her thighs clenching.

The climax subsided and her body fell back to the floor. The beast continued to fuck her, the rate of its thrusts still increasing, each stroke eliciting another wave she could no longer deny. She blinked up at its cruel visage, sobbing. Her hands gripping the powerful biceps. Minutes before it had broken her husbands neck, now it was using the same strength to fuck her, to take its pleasure and to force her to give her body to it. Her vagina was a wet, still fluttering with the aftermath of the orgasm, welcoming the invading phallus plunging even deeper within her. She could feel its heavy testicles slap against her buttocks on each stroke...

... those orbs that were heavy with its foul seed, ready to pump its foul larvae within her conquered womb.

A hand closed again around her chin. Lifting its head the beast made a deep throated cough then, leaning towards her face with its thumb and finger pushing her unresisting mouth open, it spat. A great gob of mucus and saliva fell into her mouth and instinctively she writhed... convulsed... tried to spit the foul stuff out then swallowed the sticky mass, gagging. It was a humiliating demonstration of its mastery over her. Still rocking with it unrelenting pounding she looked up at its mocking expression, fighting the tears and saw it ready another gout of spittle in its mouth. She was wholly at its mercy. Before its fingers could force it, she opened her mouth wide and, when it spat again, she caught the issue on the base of her tongue and then swallowed it. Then her tongue crossed her lips, catching up the remainder of her dominator's sticky spittle; accepting it within her. 

It grinned wide and bent its head toward her. It's jaw opened to a blast of foul stench and row of sharp yellow teeth and a black tongue slid out and lashed across her face. She closed her eyes against the rough wetness of it, but opened her mouth and her tongue met the tip of it and guided it within her, stoking it and mixing her saliva with its own. She moaned and drew in a great lungful of the creatures exhalation; breathing the air it breathed.

It raised itself again and its grip tightening on her hip it increased the rate of its pounding thrusts, shortening the length of them as it did, while her panting and little cries and yelps continued to matched its rhythm. She danced under it, her body rocked by the force of its thrusts, her hips bucking involuntarily as the unwanted pleasure it was forcing on her. She moved her hands to its shoulders, squeezing her modest breasts together as she did, her nipples still hard. Her thighs were clamped around its side,lifting her butt from the rough ground.

She could still feel the the width of its cockhead plunging deep within in her sopping passage and the growing numbness of her mons as the beastman's groin crushed into it over and over. Its balls slapped hard against her buttock spreading as each hammering trust elicited a spray of her warm juices to anointed them. 

With the knowledge that she was lost and had no alternative she was giving herself over fully to the act allowing it to consume her, allowing her fears to become overwhelmed with physical pleasure and growing lust. She knew now for all its dark intent this creature was built to fuck, its natural purpose was to impregnate and it was whole being was bent towards this end. For all she feared it she could not deny or hate it for doing what was natural for it... what it required to do as a species to survive. And for some reason, she realized, it wanted needed her to submit... to cooperate... to unite? The beastmen always resembled their... mothers... the deerman came from a deer, her... fucker... was begotten by a ram. It wasn't just impregnated... it was a joining of some sort. A mating.

It... he... leant over her grunting, still holding her by the jaw and hip. She now see the exertion as brought his full strength to bear in her impregnation, his muscles were like cords, great veins had sprung up from his biceps and shoulders, she could feel the hot blood pumping under her fingertips, the muscles of his rocking abdomen were distinct even through the coarse hair. A sheen had risen on his own bare dark flesh and a lather was matting the hair on is neck and stomach while her own pale and flushed body glistened under him. His powerful jaw was set, his teeth were bared, saliva dripped from his mouth and his nostrils flared as his eyes burned down at her under the magnificent curving crown of his horns.

She looked up at him, wide mouthed, still panting and moaning, her own saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. If instead she fallen to the deerman, or the wiry white goat-thing...? But she hadn't. He had conquered her... the most powerful of them... killed her husband... forced his will on the other beastman and on her... and won. He deserved her and... yes... she was lucky... if she was to bear the offspring of a beastman, or even a man, then it was was right it would be him...

... his pace had quickened again...

... yes... 

... she could gone on with her life having tepid encounters with her men... until she grew old, slow and tired. Nursing children toiling and sacrificing for them... for what?. But instead... she had fallen into the hands of the beastmen...

... and she looked up at dark figure astride her... she was being fucked harder than she could ever have enjoyed with all her life with men... her impregnation was inevitable but the her issue would be powerful... would take after their conquering father... 

"...yes..." 

... she was... this was part of something great... he was a manifestation of fertility... a force from the wilds.. cruel and natural and vital.. and her womb was a vessel waiting to be filled...

"...yes... yes! yes!", she gasped as her legs clamped around his hips and her own rose against him, circling, meeting each stroke... her vagina clutching and pressing on the pistoning flesh of her lover... desperate to bring it to climax, desperate to feel its seed within her... to bear his offspring.

Their bodies moved in unison, their desperate rhythm matching as their groins ground against one another and her cries and groans rose in tempo with it as she bent forward against his grip, trying to press herself against him. Faster and faster he thrust into her. She should have reached a climax but he would not allow her release and the tension in her loin grew higher and higher. 

His hand left her throat and joined the other gripping her hips and he pounded into her in a spray of liquid, sweat and her natural juices... His breath shortened and she felt an irregularity in his thrusts... the testicles pressing against her buttocks suddenly seemed to swell... and she knew. He threw his head backwards and voiced a deep long bellow and she felt the might organ plough again deep into her and there it shuddered.

She came. A tidal wave of pent up pleasure, fear and desire crashed over her as she felt him explode within her a hot, powerful spray of liquid. She arched her back and her own scream of joy joined his primitive roar of triumph. Her legs wrapped around his waist and with his hands grasping her thighs their hips were locked together as his cock bucked within her and she felt each spasm forcing a gouts of thick hot fluid into her, each driving her to another wave of orgasm.

She could feel the hot liquid settling, infiltrating, warmth spreading through her abdomen. And in it she could feel... life... he was pumping life into her... at this moment they were joined in copulation... in an act that could only be the divinity of some forgotten powerful natural god.

She felt the flood abating and, her body relaxing, she met his gaze. The beast meat within her becoming passive but still firm. She settled on her back sucking in great breaths. His eyes were hooded, looking down on her, 

Then suddenly he began moving his hips once more, thrusting again into her, slower but with deep strokes this time. Taken by surprise by the pleasure she leant forward her arms pulling her towards his face looking up at him. Her thighs once more began to work against him and she could feel the tide of orgasm had reversed and was rising once more. Her hand stoked its impassive face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, running through the coarse hair of his jowl and then gripping the coarse bone of the curved horns. She gazed into his face, wide eyed moaning through her open mouth and whispering "fuck me... fuck me..."

Then they came again, together. His cock once more blasting hot seed into her womb as her worshipful passage grasped and anointed it with her fluids. She pulled herself against its body burying her face against its neck, biting at its coarse hide then kissing and licking it as she drank in the heavy animal musk of his body. She crushed her breasts against his chest and her hard nipples chafed against the hard leather of his cuirass. Her hands stoked his back feeling the powerful layers of its... her mate's muscles.

He became still again. She clung to him panting for a while until her breathing slowed. The muscles of her vagina greedily milking the remaining seed from him. She loosened her grip, falling away from his body, her wet flesh peeling away from his hide and matted fur and she settled onto her back, arms falling wide, exhaustion now overcoming her and looked up at him biting her lip as she gazed at his bestial form. She thought she could see, briefly, on his brutal face a look of empathy for her as she lay in supplication beneath him, bearing his spawn in her belly... the mother of his children to be.

Then he rolled back on his haunches and began to draw his cock from her. She felt every inch of its withdrawal as it left it trail of hot fluid bathing her relaxing muscles and she moaned lowly in loss. As its broad head pulled its way past her clutching lips she felt a small trickle of its seed dripping down between her buttocks and she clamped her hand over her sex and pushed her thighs together to prevent any more loss.

Her lover stood and stepped away as she lay there watching in awe at his form. He paused to urinate against the wall, a pungent stream that steamed in the cool air of the cave, then moved to his discarded clothing and pulled its loincloth across his nethers and tied it up before strapping on his leather loin piece.   When he moved to recover his spear she saw Dohn's dead body behind him lying cold on the floor, his eyes wide and glassy staring at her. And she sat up with a sudden wrench of guilt. 

Then the other occupant of the cavern moved out of the shadows. The albino goatman stepping over her dead husbands body and she recoiled as it crouched a few paces from her. Its body was thinner than the other and its limbs long and gangling so squatting before her it reminded her of some pallid obscene spider. It turned to the other beastman and spoke some words in the guttural language of their species. The other retrieved his spear from the floor and ran a tongue up its blade, tasting Dohn's blood. It then grunted in response, shrugging. For the white goatman that was obviously an affirmation and turning its hungry eyes on Nelly it advanced. 

Taking fright she sprang to her feet attempting to get to the other beastman in the vain hope he might still protect her but again the white creature caught her from behind dashing her down onto her hands and knees. For a moment she thought she could rally but a hard slap across her naked buttocks froze her. She had already surrendered her body to the beastmen for their breeding and she now belonged to this species. The slap was a reminder. Strong hands grasped her hips roughly. And unexpectedly she felt anticipation tingle in her loins and hardness returning to her nipples and she found herself moving her legs apart slightly, bracing herself. Her breath caught , her womb had been taken and filled with beastman seed but her bowels were still free and her tilted hips offered her puckered anus to the potent beast positioning itself behind her.

But then suddenly the dark leader started, snapping its head up to look outside the cave and then stood, grasping his spear. He shouted a guttural command to the beastman that held her and she felt its hold on her loosen. From a distance outside the cave she thought she could hear shouting. The dark beastman strode to the entrance, the silhouette of his ram horned head and powerful frame against the bright light beyond. There he turned again and snarled angrily at his companion before leaping out into the brightness.

Nelly was thrown to the ground as her next would-be rapist strode passed her. She caught a brief glimpse of its genitals. Its angry pink cock looked thinner than the one that had been in her but it was now softening from its primed readiness.  What looked like a single large testicle with coarse white hair over pink wrinkled flesh hung heavily and she felt a moment of regret. It grabbed its own cudgel and a small round shield from a pile at the side of the cave and followed its leader to the mouth of the cave. There it too paused for a moment, a scarecrow silhouette, glaring back at her in anger and frustration before disappearing into the light.

She was alone again.