F / M ┃ Human x Werewolf ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Dubcon ┃ Trapped ┃ Anal ┃ Impregnation ┃ Belly Bulge ┃

A trans huntress is chosen by a werewolf to carry his seed.

Content warning: Gal with a tool.

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The burning in Kaska’s lungs got worse with each leap she took even though the air around her was colder than anything she had experienced before as a hunter, it was like the whole world was turning against her and after what she had just witnessed, it certainly felt like that way. Just a few hours before she had enjoyed a warm fire with even warmer booze with her fellow trappers, planning their next step on capturing the dreaded Beast of the Arkady Grove. It had terrorized the area for many years now, getting bolder and bolder with each passing year so much so that almost no one dared to enter the forest which had served as an important trade route for many years before it began to dwell there and that had been the reason why the Tsar had put a great bounty on the beast's head, which many had gladly accepted.

Yet, all who had tried to slay it had been butchered instead, and Kaska's group had met the same fate that night, leaving Kaska the only surviving member of her fallen lot. Kaska could still see in her eyes how they had laughed by the fire pit, "We are 30 strong, it doesn't stand a chance," one of the older men had said, a veteran trapper who had seen it all apparently. How could one beast slay 30 able men and women? Kaska dreaded in her mind as she kept running, hoping that the beast would be distracted by her fallen mates. She had worked as a huntress for a few years now and even though she had seen a lot, she had never seen anything like the werewolf they were hunting. The Beast was far larger than any other werewolf ever accounted for before, however, the Wolf's enormous size did not slow it down and like a bull in rage, it had quickly slaughtered every single trapper hiding near the bait; Kaska herself. Despite how quickly everything had happened, she had watched it leap from the thicket on the first man and slit his throat with ease. It had an almost pitch-black fur, eerily glowing pale blue eyes and so many scars on its body it was a miracle it was still alive. With half of its right ear missing, there was a crossbow bolt near the cut ear, split to a much shorter size than the original bolt over the years it had carried with it. What had happened to the person who shot that bolt, Kaska did not know, but she could easily imagine it.

Kaska had been a bait before during a hunt and even though it was very dangerous, it usually wielded a much larger portion of the bounty, and as such she was willing to take the risk. She was fast and nimble, so getting away usually proved to be an easy task for her, and even though she had managed to gather some fat on her hips of late, under it all there was pure muscle and it remembered how to react fast. What few thoughts she could spare to what had happened, she thought that being bait might have been the reason why she was still alive. The Beast was certainly a clever one, it had avoided trappers for years and it felt like it had planned its attack, which seemed very odd for such a creature. Werewolves were not known for their smarts, they were beasts, attacking anyone and anything without intent, but this one was different and that thought scared Kaska even more than the ferocity it had used to attack them.

Even with a little of the old magic running through her veins, it was hard to see in the darkness of the forest, the canopy let in only a little bit of the moon's pale light and it was not much to go with. Kaska slammed into trees and branches, scratching her dark skin with twigs and thorny vines hanging from the canopy above while her black curly hair jumped wildly, collecting sticks of its own which were always a pain in the ass to untangle. No matter how well put together she had looked at the campsite, it was all gone now after running for so long and her lungs begged her to stop with acid building up inside her, burning in her stomach unjustifiably.

To Kaska's horror, her panting and stomping were joined by another, far more oppressive sound. She could see the branches snapping into two behind her when quickly glanced back and heard the loud stomping sounds as something heavy hit the soft forest floor. The Beast had not been distracted by the fallen trappers, it was right behind her. The sudden rush of fear in her veins allowed Kaska to flee faster and even though the forest was the Wolf’s home, it was far too large to navigate it as nimply as she did. Kaska reached for a flashflask hanging on her belt and threw it behind her and for a moment the whole area was flooded with white light. The Beast let out a terrifying howl and stopped its advance while Kaska slid through the muddy leaves and hid beneath a large dead tree, hoping the dead roots would give her enough cover from the creature. Running away had not been the optimal choice for her, but staying would certainly have been an even worse one. Kaska covered her mouth with one hand and tried to calm her breathing as quickly as she could, the flask had given her some time, but she knew she had no chance of outrunning the Beast and she was already at the edge of her stamina.

Kaska could see the stunned Beast clearly as the moon made its fur glow with a silver lining, it clawed at its snout and growled, almost as if it was cursing her before it opened its pale blue eyes and glanced around, sniffing the air as it slowly turned around to view the area. Before entering the forest, Kaska had slathered herself with a balm made with earthly scents, it was meant to mask her scent, but she was afraid some of her open scratches combined with the sweating from the running might be leaking through the protective balm. The night was eerily silent and Kaska could hear her pounding heart. The werewolves had excellent hearing, but for some reason, the Beast hadn't noticed her, at least not just yet. It circled the area, hunched like a predator on a prowl, and sniffed the air. If Kaska could just wait it out, maybe she had a chance to survive the night, the Beast would certainly lose its interest in her and leave or that was what she hoped would happen. Kaska went through mentally what items she still had in store if she had anything to distract the Beast again or even scare it enough to make it leave, but she had dropped her bag while running and there was no way to go back for it now. She still held on to her small dagger, but attacking the Beast would not be an option, it would take at least a few stabs to stop it and by then it would be too late for her.

The Beast drew closer to the dead tree and Kaska held her breath, the werewolf moved slowly, but its piercing gaze did not meet Kaska's eyes. It looked like it didn't know where she had disappeared and Kaska would have let out a sigh of relief if she had dared. The Beast circled the tree and when a pair of owls fled to the night sky it began to run back to where the trappers had set their trap. As soon as it disappeared into the darkness, the forest became alive again, the night air was filled with the sound of critters, and with it also came Kaska's soft sobbing. The Beast was gone and now she would only have to wait for the dawn to break, which was still hours away, to survive.

Kaska made herself a promise to never underestimate her prey ever again. Before this, she had always finished her contracts, but this one would have to stay unfinished, she was never going to come back to these woods again and thought about even learning a new trade. Being a huntress paid extremely well and the monsters dwelling in the night had become a far worse problem even the Tsar could not deny anymore. Each year their numbers grew and the Beast of the Arkady Grove was nothing but a symptom of a spreading plague no one knew the root of, but Kaska was not going to be the one to help solve it anymore.

As time passed, Kaska was able to calm herself down, even wondering if she should leave now, but too afraid to do so, the images of her fallen comrades flashed in her mind, their screaming heads ripped apart by the monster. She leaned on her arm and shut her eyes in an attempt to sleep for a little bit, but the coldness of the grove did not allow her to rest. Kaska shivered alone in the darkness. Surviving and slaying the monsters was only part of the job, surviving outdoors was sometimes far more dangerous than the creatures she had slayed. Even with the winter still a season away, the nights in this area were known to be cold, sometimes even falling below frost. Kaska had survived a lot during her life, but she had only heard tales about men and women losing digits and even limbs during the coldest of nights and with her sweating, she was bound to meet a terrible fate if she could not get to safety. Her shivering was not doing her any good either as her joints and muscles ached from her run, demanding to be stretched in her crouched position.

Only a few hours, only a few hours, Kaska lied to herself, hoping she could convince her body to believe it too, but her shivering did not yield. The more she waited, the more unbearable it became for her to stay in her makeshift hiding place.

Weighing on her options, Kaska saw no other option than to crawl out of her cold den and either try to find something to warm herself with or escape the woods. The werewolf had most likely already found something else to prey on or had returned to the failed ambush site to feast on the bodies there, either way, there was a chance and Kaska had to take it or perish. She thought about what she knew about the herbs in this area, were there any that would help her to warm up, like the ember root, which had saved many hunters even in the snowy mountains in the south, but none came to her mind as she began to crawl out of her little root den. Staying in the open even with the thick canopy above her made her feel more naked than when she had taken a bath in the middle of a small town after one very rigorous hunt. Her almost numb fingers circled nervously the cold glass of the final flashflask she still had on her belt, if it returns, I can still retreat back there, Kaska thought, her desperate plan had worked once and she prayed it would work a second time too if things came to it.

The rotting leaves rustled underneath her soles as she got up, glancing around in panic if her stalker had been there all along, but the forest was still alive with its nightly music and it gave Kaska some comfort as she began to look around to deduce her changes of either staying or leaving the grove. Staying on her feet gave some relief for her aching muscles and she thought she might even be able to run again even if the full recovery would take days. Moving around also helped her feel more calm and warm, which helped her to think more clearly about her situation. Nothing on the ground nor near her seemed to be of any use unless she wanted to lit a fire or make a makeshift tent, neither of which was wise while the Beast prowled somewhere deeper in the forest. Kaska almost felt like she was in her element again, trying to solve a problem at hand was something she had always been very good at and why she had made such a good hunter, but her calmness soon faded when she suddenly realized that the forest had gone quiet again.

The Wolf was roaming nearby.

Acting fast, Kaska wrapped her hand around the final flask and ripped it from its fastening, she raised the flask above her head to throw it wherever the next sound would come, to her misfortune, her fingers were still numb from the cold and the flask slipped from her fingers as soon as her hand was up and the bottle shattered with a booming flash to the ground. It was forceful enough to drop Kaska to her back and the blinding light made her helplessly wriggle in the ground. Kaska tried to turn around and crawl in the direction of her former hiding hole when she could feel the sharp long teeth pierce through her leather shoulder pad, its canine teeth managed to break her skin and lodge themselves to her right shoulder. Kaska screamed, knowing her end was near as the furry beast put its clawed paw on her back and pushed her down to the muddy ground.

Kaska waited for the finishing bite or slash, but to her surprise, it never came.

The monster pinning her down growled with a blustering sound, demanding her to stay still like a dog guarding for its food. Kaska was still blind, but she could feel the weight of the Beast which pushed her down to the mud. The sharp pain in her shoulder eased a little as the Beast moved, deciding not to put as much pressure on its jaws as it had been. Even though Kaska had seen the Beast before, being underneath it made him feel even bigger, its head was far bigger than Kaska's own and she should have laid there three times over to even reach its full length.

The Black Beast's tail whipped back and forth with fury like it was thinking if it should clamp down on Kaska or not and Kaska could feel its wet nose against her cheek, sniffing for her curiously.

Then it did something even more unexpected. The monster released Kaska from its jaws, still keeping its paw on her as it began to sniff her more closely. Kaska had no idea what was happening, it hadn't done anything close to that before and she had never seen nor heard a werewolf act like this one did. The Beast's rough body radiated with warmth and Kaska couldn't deny it wasn’t a welcomed feeling even with everything going around her. She wondered if she had somehow gotten lucky, maybe it was confused and would soon let her go if she didn't move, but as soon as the Beat's snout poked her between her legs she let out a yelp and the Beast quickly snapped its jaws at her, barking her to stop and giving Kaska no other choice than to obey the monster.


The Beast ran its sharp teeth across Kaska's leather armor, almost as if it was playing with her, telling her that soon it would sink its teeth back into her and end it all. Kaska did not shiver from the cold anymore, but from the terror as she felt it nibble at her fastening before getting annoyed by the barrier not letting it reach the flesh and biting into the armor. With one swift move, it ripped the leather away, revealing the linen underneath it. The Beast drove its snout underneath Kaska's clothes, sniffing her even more deeply, its wet nose brushed against her bare skin as the Beast took in her smell and grunted almost in a confirming way. This was no ordinary werewolf and Kaska's muscles tensed again as the Beast let out a guttural howl, with one claw it ripped through Kaska's clothes and clamped down to her barely fastened pauldron once again, this time not biting all the way through, but just enough to keep her in one place.

"Please," Kaska whimpered, fearing the monster would bite into her skin next, "I'm not a danger anymore, I will not hurt you…" The monster paused, clearly understanding her words and for a moment Kaska hoped she would be freed, but then she could feel something warm and wet on her bare rear. The Beast's proudly erected member slid between her cheeks with pulsing heat and Kaska understood what was bound to happen, her mind was mixed with horror at the realization and strange arousal. Kaska was helpless and something unholy was about to take place. Even though she had slept with other humans before, she had always been on top, taking control of the situation and that's how she had always liked it, but right now, at this moment, a new feeling was growing inside her, a curious one which she would soon explore.

Pinned between her and the muddy ground, Kaska felt her shaft harden while the Beast used her body for pleasuring. With each stroke, it showed her more ferocity and passion than any human, and its animalistic grunts awakened something feral inside Kaska. The cognizance of being pinned down by a monster, letting it take whatever it wanted was somehow freeing, the creature understood her and was clever enough to ambush its hunters, yet it still had that wildness only found in nature.

The Great Wolf stroked its knotted member between her cheeks with fervor, its fluids wetting the already aching skin. Kaska could not see it even with her returning vision, but she could feel how thick and long it was, the shaft was longer than her forearm and the thickness made her slightly afraid, its flared tip was like a large apple and it wanted to get in. Kaska began to pant, unwittingly giving the wolf a sign of her approval as the cold ground brushed against her barely covered nipples, arousing Kaska even more. The Beast grunted again and thrusted its hips, Kaska could feel its tip poke her rear hard, slamming against her rim again and again. So, she spread her legs to allow her monstrous lover more room to enter and with a few more thrusts, it managed to plunge its engorged tip inside making Kaska yelp again.

The Beast growled with enthralled joy, bucking its hips with almost meticulous calmness, not wanting to hurt Kaska as she got used to its tip's width. Kaska gasped against the leaves, her cheeks flushed with rosiness as the warmth inside her grew. She could feel the Beats' throbbing veins just behind the tip, rushing its cock with even more blood as it kept growing from its original size. Taking all of it in would be a fine challenge for even the mightiest hunter, but she was willing to take it. Compared to the monster Kaska was nothing but a small twig, like one of those stuck in her curly hair whereas the Wolf was a large oak, able to bear even the strongest of the storms. Encouraged by Kaska's willingness, the Beast bucked its hips forward, driving in more of its length inside and each time it did so, Kaska gasped loudly, loving the sensations the hot shaft was sending to her aching rim.

Deducing it had given Kaska enough time to adjust to its size, the Wolf pulled its hips back taking whatever length it had managed to force in, and slammed most of its length back inside. Kaska could feel its tip pushing against her guts, entering further than anyone had done before. Had she laid on her back, she would have seen the monster's tip poking beneath her tender lower belly, but the mere feeling was enough to help her vision it. Yet the Beast's knot was still pushing against her rim, not allowed to enter like the rest of its cock and the Beast wanted to lock itself inside her willing mate completely. The Wolf began to hammer into Kaska with long and deep thrusts, reaching deeper and deeper with each plunge and the abuse was sending wave after wave of pleasure inside her. Whether it was due to her used stamina or newly discovered vagary, soon enough Kaska's muscles spasmed uncomfortably as she came, releasing her thin load between her body and the ground. The feeling had no end and Kaska could feel herself get lost in it. No human lover had ever made her feel this way and she surrendered to the beast inside her.

The Beast roared, sending shivers down Kaska's spine, and adjusted itself more upright so Kaska was now slightly hanging in the air, held up by the monster's thick member while its claws dug into her hips, moving her up and down. It wanted to use Kaska's weight to force its knot in and little by little, Kaska could feel the hot sphere enter her body, locking the monster inside for good. She grasped the Beast's front paws, trying to hold herself up when another rousing orgasm hit her, making her body feel like it was a puppet without strings. The Wolf kept hammering into her, not slowing down at all, yet never pulling out its knot. Kaska could feel the Beast's warm fur behind her bare back while the cold moonlight shone on her naked front as her mind was lost in the haze. She had submitted to a monster and loved it more than anything in the whole world, hoping it would keep thrusting in her until her mind would go completely blank and the monster was not against such ideas, growling and roaring with lust for the little human's frail body, taking great pleasure from mounting its prey.

To Kaska's wonder, she could now see the Beast's member moving inside her while she was held up, pushing against her insides with each thrust, lining itself visibly on the skin. Its mere tip had spread her body so much that she knew she would only be disappointed by the following partners. The monster's fur-covered balls throbbed with virile seed, begging to enter her fertile body, but the Wolf was not finished just yet, it had waited for a suitable mate for years and now finding one it would take its time to fulfill its feral needs. It forced Kaska back down to the ground, allowing itself to thrust harder and deeper into her already-used body. The Beast had to keep Kaska's rear up as she was unable to do anymore herself, lost in a trance-like state as another orgasm spread its welcoming warmth through her body. Kaska could spare only a little thought of how she could walk back to the town while her trembling body took the abuse the monster offered. Where others had lasted only a few minutes, the Wolf kept thrusting into her with never-ending stamina.

Just as Kaska's eyes rolled back, the Beast plunged itself deep within for the final time and released its splattering flood of potent seed inside her guts. The bulging cock shot another load after the first while the monster kept bucking its hips, coating everything inside with its feral semen. Kaska's heaving breast quickened as the monster pushed her down, trying to reach even deeper as the third load forced its seed to gush out of Kaska's tender sanctum. The amount it released almost made her look pregnant, which soon subsided as the monster pulled its cock out and most of it came gushing out. The Wolf collapsed on top of her, but it still had enough strength to keep itself somewhat up so as not to crush Kaska’s convulsing body. She reached for its coarse fur and began to pet it gently, whispering sweet nothings to her feral lover and thinking how she might stay in the forest after all.

Too weary to think of anything else than the ecstasy flooding her whole body and mind, Kaska did not notice the Wolf standing by its back legs and taking her motionless body to its furry arms, and stepping back into the forest with her as the moon began to fall behind the trees.

Marras Chapter II

A young escort meets with his patron.

M / M ┃ Moth/Hare x Elk  ┃ Trans x Cis ┃ Anal┃ Masturbation ┃ Vaginal sex ┃ +4k words

Content Warning: Trans masc body with a vag, no tits tho. Implied past abuse. Body horror. Implied (un)deadish baby (WHAT?!)

Hundreds of years ago, when humanity’s light finally faded, another species took its place as the dominant species. As the bipedal thaunon rose from the ashes of the long-dead humans, they inherited the ravaged land of Kaaruu.


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The bedding underneath Kypriss’ nude body was made from the finest moss fibers and even though it looked like a soft moss bed, it felt silky to the touch. It took years to make such beautiful fabric, especially at that size, and it cost more than Kypriss could ever earn in a lifetime. Yet, here he was, lying naked on one, waiting for his latest patron to arrive. The white moth brushed his ears and coat carefully with one hand, feeling slightly nervous. The porcelain mask covering his face dug into his skin alone was uncomfortable enough, yet it wasn’t the reason for his shyness. Kypriss had met his elchen patron only once before, but it had been enough to make Lord Gair of the Emberbark rent Kypriss and invite him to the Emberbark Keep in Old Grove as his personal companion for six days, a very respectable assignment only a few grisets would dare to decline and Kypriss wasn’t going to miss his chance at rising the guild ranks.

The hinges of the dark wooden door creaked aloud as the Lord of the Old Grove stepped in, his cloven hooves made the wood beneath them groan under the heavy weight. Seeing Kypriss' slender nude body lying on his bed made the old man smile warmly towards the boy and Kypriss reciprocated the gesture with a smile of his own though it was hidden by his mask. The elkish ruler closed the door behind him and sat by Kypriss’ side, lifting his head by the chin with his forefinger.

“Can’t you take that mask off? Just for once, my chaz?” he pleaded in a gravelly voice. Lord Gair’s matte dark brown fur betrayed his age, and there was one large scar on his face, whatever had slashed him had just barely missed his eyes and made a deep wound across his face, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that Kypriss found attractive.

“I’m afraid that would be against the guild rules, m’lord,” Kypriss replied, letting his eyes do the gentle smiling for him, “I’m sure you’ve had a long day, m’lord, it’s time for you to relax,” he cooed to the man thrice his size, hiding his nervousness behind his mask. Kypriss began slowly undressing his lord, freeing the heavy dark green cape from the hooks holding it in place and letting it fall down with a loud thud, Kypriss’ nimble fingers got into the fastening of the wooden breastplate and quickly unclasped it as well. The exquisite pitch-black wood glowed in colors resembling the embers of a dying fire even in the dusk-shrouded room. The finely crafted armor was lighter than any other metal, but almost as strong as the scaled steelsilk, perfected over the decades of delicate craftsmanship done by Lord Gair’s bloodline who kept it a safely guarded secret.

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Soon, Kypriss found what he was looking for underneath the layers of cloth, the dark, coarse fur covering the skin aching for his tender touch. He pushed Lord Gair gently to make him lay down on his feathery black wings and moved on top of him, moving his bare hips against the newly nude sturdy frame and brushing the lord’s upper body with his fingers.

“Oh, my poor little lord, I can feel your radiating tension,” the white moth teased, playfully caressing the lord’s most sensitive spots, making him shiver from desire. Kypriss pulled closer to Gair’s face and whispered, “... It doesn’t even compare to the yearning I have between my thighs for you.” Lord Gair’s slim yet lengthy pole popped up like a springed trap from its pouch and Kypriss pulled away lifting his butt enough to get the hardened member between them and began to sway his hips upright, letting the lord’s pouch fluids smear all over his rear while listening with enjoyment the passionate groaning beneath him.

Over the past few years, Kypriss had learned a lot about what his patrons wanted and had come to the conclusion that there were only two types; those who wanted to dominate and those who wanted to be dominated, but only if they thought they were the ones in charge, to Kypriss’ relief, the Lord Gair wanted to be dominated even if he would never admit it. Lords and ladies of his status had to stay on the reins even in their private lives or face the possibility of losing the power they had either gained or been born into. To Kypriss it had been the only truth he had ever known and it had only been strengthened by his experiences. The men he had been with who only wanted to dominate were dangerous, they took their frustrations out in violent ways, a sign of which Kypriss bared on his lower back and on the back of his neck behind the dark hair, the marks were left on him almost two years ago, but the stinging had eased only a little, slithering into his body and mind periodically.

“Hmm, you feel so good m’lord,” Kypriss hummed, “I can’t wait to have you inside me again.” Lord Gair grabbed Kypriss by the hips, digging his nails deep into the moth’s skin, and moaned, thrusting his erect cock between the boy’s cheeks.

“L-let… Me… Have you…Then…” the Elch huffed and Kypriss was willing to provide, he bent his hips to allow the lord’s small crown to push against his rim and began to put pressure on it. His preparations had paid well when the coned tip plunged in with ease. Kypriss gasped and matched his pace with Lord Gair, squeezing the member inside his ass with his muscles. Where the lord lacked in width, he made up in length and with each thrust, Lord Gair was able to reach deeper inside. Kypriss panted loudly behind his mask, enjoying the feeling of the shaft as the elk lord furiously pommeled into Kypriss’ hole, making his pussy leak on the dark brown fur under him.

Kypriss quickened his movements before slamming down, taking in the full length of his patron, who let out a bellowing grunt as his pouched balls pulsed between Kypriss’ tights and released the hidden molten treasure inside them into Kypriss. The Lord of the Old Grove gasped for air as his potent seed found its goal with Kypriss still riding on top, milking every single drop the Lord Gair could spare.

“Ah, let me keep it in, I want to take all of your stress away,” Kypriss panted, moving his hips in a rotating motion, squeezing his muscles around Lord Gair’s rod, taking pleasure from the powerless expression on his patron’s face before finally faking climax of his own, spreading his white wings open with a loud moan and collapsin next to the man.

Lord Gair took Kypriss into his embrace, snuggling tightly as heaving in their chests calmed down against each other.

“Please, take off that stupid mask, my darling, let me see your face,” he pleaded again with a weary tone. Kypriss declined again, “You know I can’t, m’lord, I’m sworn to the Shade.” Lord Gair huffed with disapproval, “Stay here then. You don’t need that life anymore, I can provide for you if you become my courtier.”

“I can’t be a courtier, love, I’m low-born and you have a name to hold to. Our relationship is based on a price. My company, skills, and body will be yours for the duration of our deal, but I can never be anything more than that,” Kypriss scolded the man like he was talking to a child.

Lord Gair tugged Kypriss closer to himself, “But can’t you feel the bond between our hearts? Here you could eat as much as you wanted and sleep as much as you like without having to worry about work!”

Kypriss had felt many binds, some inside him and others on his body as it was wrapped in silky ropes for pleasure, but the feelings he was having for the Lord Emberbark were friendly at best, he was here because he could pay for his services and had enough status to raise it. As much as Kypriss enjoyed the Lord’s company, it wasn’t anything more than that, yet saying ‘no’ to a powerful man like him carried consequences Kypriss did not want to risk.

“Listen…” Kypriss hesitated for a moment, “The guild rules say I can only be here for a week, then I need to get back. If you want to, we can arrange a longer reservation but-...” Before he could continue, his sentence was interrupted by the loud ringing of a bell. It was a heavy and demanding sound coming from a large bell hanging in the middle of the Emberbark Keep only reserved for emergencies. Suddenly filled with energy and prominence Lord Gair got up and dressed himself leaving the previously pathetic pleading behind him as if it had never happened.

“M’lord, what’s happening?” Kypriss asked, he knew such bells rarely rang for anything pleasurable, and in his worst fears it could only mean one thing, an attack.

“It rang five times, so humans,” the Lord stated as he got his breastplate and began to fasten the dark steel clasps over his shoulders.

“Humans?” Kypriss’ eyes widened behind the mask he was wearing, “You have humans here?”

“There was an earthquake about one year ago and it ripped a rift into the ground near the Keep, the damned things began to pour out like a bunch of ants…” Lord Gair paused for a moment before glancing back at Kypriss “No ill will towards you kin,” he added with a slight sense of shame.

“None taken,” Kypriss replied, hiding his annoyance, “I have as much in common with the ants as much as you have with the four-legged beasties in the forest.”

“Yes, but… You know..” Lord Gair mumbled in response, “You have antennae, and they… Even the small, non-sentient ones have them, so…”

“... And you have wings, yet I’m not calling you a bird, m’lord” Kypriss chided back. Lord Gair clammed up and suddenly his cheeks got a lot hotter before he let out a boisterous laughter.

“Hah! I suppose you're right, my chaz, I suppose you’re right!” Lord Gair’s laughter was contagious and Kypriss couldn’t help but laugh too, lifting the momentary umbrage between them.


Then the bell outside their little love nest rang for five times again.


Lord Gair improved his posture “Don’t worry, you will be safe here, but I’m expected to attend even though there is no danger,” the elk reassured his lover.

“Oh? Then can I come with you? I’ve never seen a human before, I have only heard tales,” Kypriss’ head perked up from the bedsheets. Like most thaunon children, he had heard scary stories about them and had seen some very scary illustrations, but only those who dared to travel outside city walls without any protection, hunted them for a living or happened to be part of excavation progress had encountered them.

“If you can handle it, why not?” Lord Gair replied back with a disgusted grin, “... But if you see nightmares tonight, don’t blame me!” The elk lord let out a nervous chuckle, but despite his clear attempts at feeble opposing, Kypriss was determined to follow him and quickly put on his stone-washed blue dress and followed his patron.

The evening air outside was refreshingly cold, and the nights in the Old Grove were cold even with the widespread forest covering the whole area. The thicket made it a good place to live though. The falling leaves made the land lush for cropping even with the thick canopy of leaves barely letting any sun in and the Emberbark had lived there with their kin for decades if not longer. The thick treeline had even saved the area from the deadly Veil moving silently across Kaaruu and it gave its people more cover to stave off any enemy forces trying to get in. Yet now there was a new threat and Kypriss would soon witness it.

Kypriss walked behind Lord Gair, feeling the gentle sway of the wooden platform only held by the ropes attached to the tall trees. Due to its floating nature, The Emberbark Keep required constant upkeep, but its place above the ground level gave its inhabitants another ingenious way to ward off any threats that might come their way. It had enough height to not let anyone climb on it easily, but it was also low enough so one could jump down from it without too much harm if they were to time their jump well. Yet, Kypriss was too afraid to look down and focused his gaze on the lord’s back, a lovely sight sure, but much better without so much clothing covering it.

The scent of fir was mixed with that of smoke coming from low-burning torches placed safely far away from anything that might catch fire. The tar cloth on the torches gave its own signature smell, but it was barely noticeable under all the other scents coming from the forest. 

Then Kypriss could smell something else.

It was something slightly metallic with a foul overscent. Without turning around, Lord Gair knew what Kypriss was sensing. “Some say the Veil has the same smell,” he answered nonchalantly before adding, “It gets worse soon,” and that’s when Kypriss noticed something else besides the smell, there was a low, almost rumbling, continuous humming sound coming somewhere in front of them that made a shiver run down his spine.

The Keep Guards were gathering near the edge of the hanging platform, looking down and talking loudly to each other as Kypriss and Lord Gair arrived. As soon as they spotted their leader, they bowed down and let him in the front with Kypriss on his tail. The White moth grabbed the edge of the fence to peek down and gasped in horror. The sight from below almost made him gag, as he finally saw dozens of them, humans, two-legged hominid creatures without skin, glistening in the faint light of the torches revealing the wet, raw tissue like that of a freshly skinned game. They were slowly slouching toward the ditch with sharp wooden spikes in it in an attempt to get to them, falling into it as their nonsensical groans continued. They had gaping red holes indicating the place where their mouths should have been, their hums were low and raspy almost like that of grasshoppers in the sun but without any obvious rhythm, it was only one continued growl. They walked aimlessly, some following others, some staying near a tree trunk and furiously bashing their hands and heads to it until stopping and following another human into its demise.

“Sounds coming from the Keep leads them here, if we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands,” Lord Gair explained, “It’s okay if you don’t want to watch.” He shot Kypriss a worried look and without noticing it, Kypriss realized he had put his hands over his mask-covered mouth in terror. One human shambled closer, unable to keep pace with the others even with their already slow momentum. It was dragging something with it, a long meaty rope hanging between its legs wrapped twice around its calf and hitting the ground with a large lump hanging at the end of it. The sudden realization made Kypriss let out a small horrified gasp and step back.

“I warned you,” Lord Gair chuckled conceitedly, “Once they impale themselves in the ditches, we set the tar in it inflames… That’s the only way to get rid of them, otherwise, they’ll just keep lashing out and try to get to us.”

“You can’t kill them in any other way?” Kypriss asked.

“We’ve tried, but they always keep coming back, and no matter how small a puddle of flesh you grind them into. They are dangerous even in the tiniest form.” Lord Gair’s words gave Kypriss a little comfort, “It’s going to smell horrible and we need to be careful with the fire, but it’s the only way.” There was no cruelty in Lord Gair’s tone. Humans didn’t disgust him as much as they used to and part of him wondered if he should be worried about it, but soon he pushed such thoughts in the back of his mind, silencing them for the time being in order to keep his composure in front of his guards, there would be another day for self-reflection.

Kypriss gave the atrocious show unfolding under them one last look and turned to Lord Gair.

“I think I’ve seen enough,” he said, “I’ll go back, I think I need to wash myself.” Lord Gair gave him a sympathetic glance and kissed Kypriss’ masked cheek, “I’ll be with you in a few hours,” he promised and the white moth returned to the lord’s den in contemplative silence. Kypriss drew a bath for himself in the small room beside the lord’s room and stepped into the wooden washtub, making sure there was no one else around, he removed his mask and revealed his face to the absent crowd. His white cheeks were covered with fresh wet streaks and he hid his face again with his hands.


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Lord Gair watched the bodies writhing in the stakes with uneasiness in his heart. He was standing in the clearing underneath the Keep with a torch and a long pole. The fluttering flame painted the chiseled edges of his face even sharper in the darkness of the twilight.

“More than last time,” an elch woman next to him said as the other guards kept pouring more tar into the pit.

“Has there been any word from Heike and her group?” Lord Gair asked, pushing his small wings closer to himself.

“No, but…” The woman muttered, before adding “... They still have a few days.”

“Not with a group like this coming through that forsaken crevice.”

“My husband is with them.”

“I know Gertia, but you need to be reasonable.”

Unable to hold her tears in, Gertia began to weep, “I know, my lord… My apologies… ” Lord Gair nodded without looking away from the blazing fire abruptly blooming into its full force before them, with somber looks they watched as the horrifying bodies began to burn, opening their jaws in an attempt to continue their low humming only for it to turn into somehow even more horrifying silence as their bodies turned into ash. Lord Gair put his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“We need to figure out something else soon,” Lord Gair stated, “... Or your husband is not going to be the last one they get.”


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When Lord Gair returned to his quarters, Kypriss was already lying on his bed, nude just as their agreement stipulated. Burning of the bodies had taken a little bit longer than Lord Gair had hoped, but it had been done and now his fur had been stained by the smell of sulfur and acrid charcoal. He leaned in to give a kiss to his griset, who winced as soon as Lord Gair got close enough.

“You stink,” Kypriss whined and wrinkled his nose hidden by the mask.

“I know, I apologize,” Lord Gair answered, “I’ll go to take a bath.”

“Do you want someone to wash you?” Kypriss inquired, lifting his head from the pillow. He was ready to do anything to get what he had seen out of his head and gazing at the nude ruler would be a fine way to do so.

“I think I’d rather wash this burned fat from me alone, but maybe tomorrow,” Lord Gair whispered and kissed the top of the Kypriss’ head again, he got up and just as he opened the bathroom door, he turned around and spoke hesitantly, “It’s probably too late to beg you to stay here anymore?” Kypriss had thought about ending their contract while taking a bath, it was his right as a guild member after all, even though they encouraged their grisets to stay for the duration of the contract, there were situations where the griset was allowed to leave like if their lives were endangered and Kypriss could see how staying this close to a rift spitting out humans could be seen as such, but leaving early still came with some caveats, even if his life was at risk and missing part of the payment he had received was not an option for him.

Kypriss smiled with his eyes again, “M’lord, You paid for six days and I have been here for three, you still have three more left.” Lord Gair smiled at him before turning around and closing the door behind him. Whether Kypriss liked it or not, Lord Gair was a man of high status, and his requests for Kypriss’ services could earn him his weight in talers, angering such patron was not wise and if Lord Gair was right, the shambling humans should not be any real threat to him yet Kypriss was unsure if he believed the man, something in the elchen’s demeanor had started to bother him, and what he had seen tonight had made some part of her mind scream in terror, begging him to run for his life, but Kypriss would not run, not tonight at least. He would complete the lord’s order and be grateful for the talers he had earned.


It took almost an hour for Lord Gair to wash himself, but when he did, he had successfully washed away the stench he had been carrying. The elk curled behind Kypriss and took him into his arms, pushing his short snout to soft dark hair and enjoying Kypriss’ soft scent.

“My offer is still on the table,” he whispered into the moth’s ear, “You can stay as my personal attendant and I will provide for you.”

“... And I can be that, but only if you rent my services with the guild,” Kypriss replied back.

Frustrated by the griset’s refusal, Lord Gair huffed angrily, blowing warm air into Kypriss’ neck.

“I still have three days to change your mind then,” Lord Gair objected. The elk’s refusal to accept Kypriss’ answer annoyed him, but he knew better than to show what he was feeling, letting him believe he could change his mind made him even thirstier for his services and Kypriss would take it. 

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“M’lord is allowed to do as he wishes, but I’d rather have you enjoy the few days we still have together and I think your body wants that too,” Kypriss purred, feeling the lord’s member poking his back in full erection.

The White moth turned around and climbed back on top of Lord Gair’s freshly washed body and took the throbbing shaft into his hands. Lord Gair groaned approvingly as Kypriss began to stroke his rod gently.

“You make my hands look so small,” Kypriss whispered, gripping the elchen’s tip with one hand, swirling his thumb around the crown while gently tugging his shaft downwards with the other. The softness of Kypriss's touch was sending waves of pleasure within Lord Gair and as soon as he moved his palm over the tip and began to rub it in a circular motion, the lord’s precum stained the griset’s hand.

“H-how can you be so good,” Lord Gair huffed, desperate for more.

“You inspire me, m’lord,” Kypriss lied as he continued to tease his patron. He spread Lord Gair’s precum over the tip and shaft before lifting his hips and taking the crown between his puffy pussy lips slowly allowing it to enter. Kypriss grabbed Lord Gair’s hands and guided them to grasp his waist.

“Hold me, m’lord, I’ll need your strength,” The White moth whispered and readied himself before plunging his hips down and taking in the Lord Gair’s whole length again. Both gasped almost in sync, the other doing it as an act as the one below him moaned with desire. Lord Gair thrusted his hips up and down, slamming his pouched ball sack into Kypriss's rear with each shove. The feeling of Kypriss's wet hole squeezing his member felt amazing like it was meant only for him and Lord Gair couldn’t help himself as he began to buck his hips even more violently into the dripping pussy.

“Mmh,” The White moth moaned as he gave the elk more room to move and allowed him to plunge into his pussy even harder, “Ah, I’m going to come soon,” Kypriss panted, “I want you to come with me!” The elk under him grunted, and his thrusting got faster until he slammed Kypriss down one more final time, and his pulsing cock shot strings of creamy seed deep into Kypriss's guts. At the same moment, Kypriss’ pussy clamped into Lord Gair’s member, and threw his head back with a loud gasp, for him it was another theatrical show, but for Lord Gair it meant everything.

“Oh, y-yes…” Kypriss whimpered, “Give me your seed!” The White moth’s whole body trembled from the exercise, enhancing the delightful feeling Lord Gair was experiencing. Kypriss stayed in place for a while and then began slowly to move to the elk’s side, letting Lord Gair’s softening member slide out and leaving a trail of his cum on his thigh. Lord Gair pulled Kypriss into his embrace, spooning the much shorter male again. Kypriss could feel the man’s pounding heart as he pushed the back of his head against the fur-covered chest.

“I hope I have pleased you well today, m’lord,” he whispered, knowing well he had done more than that.

“I think I should charge more,” Lord Gair chuckled wearily, “You’ve more than earned your wages.”

As Lord Gair fell asleep, and his snoring covered any possibility of any of the noises coming from the outside to be heard next to him, Kypriss swore he had started to hear that same low hum again, continuous and persistent like the one he had heard before. Shivers began to plague him once again and he thought about the humans again, slowly shambling toward their doom and attacking anything they could get their hands on. He thought about Lord Gair’s words.

“If we were down there with them, they would try to rip us apart with their bare hands.”

Kypriss imagined himself, standing just before the staked ditch and those things skulking towards him, grabbing him not unlike the men he had known a long time ago and digging their raw putrid fingers underneath his skin, clawing at him in rage and ripping him apart limb from limb.

When he finally stepped into the dreaming, his dreams were restless, the horrifying sight he had witnessed earlier that night guaranteeing that he would have horrible nightmares.