I stood in the misting rain and shifted from foot to foot. I was feeling restless and overwhelmed, could think of little else other than the weight of my worries. Ballon shifted beside me with a small whine and I knew he sensed my frustration. I heard him approach before I saw him, his hooves beating a steady rhythm against the soft grass. I had summoned Buson through the link we shared. He galloped up to us and slowed only when he had to.
I watched the mighty beast with satisfaction and pride. He was beauty in motion, all power and grace. I couldn't help the thread of desire that wound through my belly and into my clenching ass. I grasped a hank of his impressive mane and pulled myself atop him. I held his body tightly with my knees and thighs as I settled and ran my hands over his wet coat. The steed reveled in my attentions for a moment before turning and taking us off toward the gate.
I hadn't been outside the city since my arrival nearly three months before. Buson took us through the pasture that surrounded the sprawling demon keep on the north side of the city to the tall walls that enclosed Narthana, the Urkhu capital. We passed through the opened gate with Ballon racing beside us. The demons guarding the gate waved as we passed them by.
This side of the city abutted the beginnings of the vast mountains and the steed raced us to the trail that would take us up. I trusted my mate and let him take us where he would as I was happy to be free from others and their expectations. Arath was meeting with the Elders and I had no desire to bother him. In truth Arath was the reason I sought sanctuary outside the city walls.
Buson slowed as we entered the forest and began climbing. I let my mind drift while my body fell into a natural balancing act upon the large steed's back. How my life had changed so very much, I wondered.
On my fourth day at the keep I met Arath's brother, Andon. Though I was still in the grip of the strongest mating urges my mates gave me a precious hour to converse with Andon. Until that time it had seemed if I wasn't sleeping or eating then I was being fucked.
Andon began by showing me how happy he was to have me as his new brother. Barely had I met him and my cunt was throbbing for more. I returned his hug as I apologized for my impatience and began asking questions. He seemed to find it amusing but was patient and answered my questions as I asked them. The problem was that he did not, could not, understand my concerns.
It became apparent to me that none of my new clan could fathom why I would not feel honored to be the Brood Mate, let alone to the clan leader. It was accepted that when a male became a Brood Mate he would lose aspects of his masculinity, accepted and commonplace. It was something I found myself unwilling to accept. My cock was no longer the source of my pleasure, instead a tight sheath which had formed from the opening of my anus. A true cunt in every way, it even became wet with sexual excitement. And a dormant womb that would one day carry a child. A cold tremor raced through my body at these thoughts.
Worse, my own mind and heart were confused. I could not deny the thrill and satisfaction that came with pleasing my mates, and the heights of ecstasy they brought me to. More than the physical aspect of being with my mates was the growing bond between us. I loved Ballon's constant companionship and playfulness, his desire to please me. I took strength and pride from Buson's steady presence and his loving indulgence to do whatever I wished. And I reveled in Arath's care for me, his adoration and near reverence. How the demon could fuck me like an animal then hold me close to whisper sweetly in my ear I could not fathom yet loved. I loved them more with each day and could not imagine living without them. They had become precious to me.
My reverie was broken by a sharp yip from Ballon. His ears pricked and I caught the sudden attention in his posture. He broke into a run and raced ahead of us on the trail. Buson whinnied in answer and took us after the hound.
A keening yell was all the warning I had as we galloped into a clearing. My first thought was that I was witnessing an attack until the scene became clear to my eyes. A large steed was mounted atop a demon, the yelling was coming from the demon but not for assistance but in abject bliss. The demon lay over the remains of a long fallen tree, the bark heavy with green moss. The steed was over his smaller body, fore hooves planted on the log as his mighty body worked to thrust and skewer the smaller one. We came from behind them and I clearly saw the steed's massive cock plunging into the male's widely split ass, the Brood Mate's heavy balls and swollen cock swinging between his legs.
I watched in fascination as the steed's massive testes squirmed in their dark sac. The demon's thighs knotted with effort and his hooves dug into the earth to hold his position as the mighty body above drove into him. The beast plunged in fully and bellowed along with the demon whose cock burst with streams of seed upon the fallen tree. A long moment passed as the steed emptied his cock into the willing mate then hopped back and off, ripping the long appendage from the grasping orifice. The demon grunted and fell forward to rest his chest upon the log.
I stared in horror at his exposed opening. The lips were swollen and jagged with use and gaping open, allowing me to see his pink insides, as a flood of seed poured out. The sight was obscene and alluring at once. It slowly closed though the portal remained distended and thick between the hard globes of the demon's ass. Was this how my own cunt looked after taking Buson? The idea was both revolting and exciting.
The two steeds greeted one another and the demon turned to find me watching. It was an older demon, thickly muscled and powerful. I recognized him as Clarin, mate to the fallen former clan leader. I'd met him at the mating feast held in mine and Arath's honor. His demon and hound had died at the hands of the Arkheni, only the steed had survived of his mates. Our gazes locked and I felt the flush rise in my cheeks.
"I'm sorry, please forgive us," I began, embarrassed to have spied upon them.
"Do not worry, youngling," he interrupted. "You are Gram, yes?"
"Yes, sir." Clarin nodded and turned to sit upon the ground with his back to the log, avoiding the puddle of mixed cum in the soft grass at its base.
"Do not fret, Gram. It is to be expected when fucking outside and there is no shame in watching or being caught. Certainly your mates feel no shame... only lust, I would say." He chuckled at that. I realized that Buson and Ballon were strumming with need, as I was myself. I slid from Buson's back and saw I'd left a mess of juices from my cock and cunt upon his coat. My shaft jutted before me, undeniable. "Use my perch. It's not as comfortable as a mounting bench but it will do the trick," he said with a grin and moved to rest further away with his back against the stump of the tree.
My body thrummed with desire that could not be denied. I approached the fallen tree. Barely had I gotten close and Buson was there behind me. He reared and his weight descended over me, forcing me to bend and place my hands upon the moss covered bark as his hooves landed. Instinctively my tail captured his cock and led it to my eager cunt. Within seconds he was entering me.
I screamed as he forced the shaft into my slick opening and stretched the tiny hole wider than my fist. He gave a sharp thrust and my cry died off as the air stuck in my lungs. The strange feeling of his gristled cockhead moving deep into my guts and beyond forced my eyes closed. Only when I was fully impaled and felt the leathery skin of his sheath at my opening could I draw in air. My cunt throbbed and twitched around his length.
Buson's first thrust nearly drove me up off my feet. I braced my arms harder against the log and dug my feet into the wet loam and grass. On the next hard plunge I was ready and my cock erupted as the steed proved his mastery of my cunt. With brutal intent he fucked me hard and swiftly.
Like always my body opened and bloomed for him, my insides on fire from the hard-plunging friction of his massive cock. I soared into pleasure that could not be named as he made me his. His scent permeated the air around us with potency. My tail flicked over his heaving belly as he panted and snorted atop me. It took every ounce of strength I possessed to hold my position beneath him and only added to the fierceness of my need to be taken by the beast.
Buson withdrew and paused before taking one mighty lunge that forced his cock to the very depths of my body. His seed spurted inside me with so much force it caused my second orgasm. My mind was swept away with the feeling, reducing me to the most primal state of being, howling like a beast. My cunt vibrated and milked at the center of me in homage to the enormous cock that filled me.
Barely had I come back to myself when Buson jumped away and his member left me feeling hollow and bereft. I collapsed to my knees and Ballon was there instantly. He breached me with one savage thrust, his knot already half-swollen. I cried out in gratitude and whimpered as he jaws locked on the back of my neck. He held me firmly in place as he rutted, stabbing into my core.
He growled his frustration, as always when he took me after the steed, forcing the engorged knot of flesh at the base of his cock through my yawning opening. He was nearly fully swollen before we were locked together and his seed rushed into me. The thick lump of flesh tied us and Ballon released my neck to howl out his pleasure. I shuddered and felt the quake of another release, leaving me spent and weak. Long minutes passed and his cock stayed rigid within the clutching hold of my cunt as aftershocks rippled through me.
Slowly I turned my head and opened my eyes to find Clarin watching me with a sad smile. "Being out in the open like this tends to make them more feral in the taking of their pleasure. You did well," he said.
"He's still so hard, flooding me with his seed," I replied. I was too weak to censor my words and a small part of me cringed at this honesty.
"You will be well bred," Clarin chuckled. "My mate loved to plunge into me when full of the seed of his beasts."
"Arath is the same," I admitted. The older demon's honesty was disarming. Ballon whined and licked at my face. "He's never stayed tied to me for so long... he's still hard."
"He was very excited. Do not let it trouble you. The knot may go down and he will fuck you again."
"Ugh," I groaned. "I just want to lie down a moment. I feel ravaged."
"Ah, I remember well," Clarin sighed. He looked away with a sad expression.
"I'm sorry for interrupting your time alone with your mate." I felt compelled to apologize.
"Never fear, you only caught the end of it, Gram." He refocused his attention on me. "Tell me, what brought you out here today? Were you seeking solitude as well?"
"Yes... I have found it hard to adjust to life among the Urkhu." Like Arath none of the demons showed emotion outside the bedchamber. Clarin's openness gave me the courage to confide in him. "At times it feels like such a sacrifice – what I've given up. Among the humans I would be viewed as weak and womanly for what I've become. I know it is hard to understand for a member of the clan but I'm trying to adjust."
"I can imagine that it was unexpected, the turn your life has taken. Did Arath even warn you before he claimed you as his mate?"
"No, I had no idea until after the change had already been made."
"You know," he stared at me intently, as if considering his next words. "We forget you are so young. Among the Urkhu you would still be a child though you were already a man among the humans. Perhaps Arath should not have been so hasty in claiming you as he did."
"No," I could not help the need to defend my mate. "Arath is... he loves me and I love him. I can't imagine being without him."
"I know the feel of it. I still awake and search my empty chamber for my mate before I remember..."
"I'm sorry for your loss," I murmured. Clarin looked away and studied the trees of the forest.
Ballon's cock began to soften and shrink within me. He pulled away with a whimper and I collapsed. I rolled onto my back on the soft, cool grass and stared up at the sky. I felt good but tired. Just as I might have fallen asleep Clarin spoke. "I understand you have begun working with master Tarin."
"Yes, he is teaching me the art of weapon-craft. I worked in a forge before coming here. We only produced the most mundane of metal works. Making a sword is much more like artistry. I enjoy the work and Tarin is a good teacher."
"And the combat training?" I glanced over at him but he was still looking out into the forest.
"I enjoy it. I didn't know the Brood Mates trained as fiercely as the Warriors. It was hard at first but my feet make me faster and more agile. I come home with less bruises every day."
"Only death lies between a Brood Mate and their child." He repeated the saying I'd heard countless times since coming to live with the demons. "I have two children, sons, both are Warriors. If not for them and that one," he pointed to where his steed was grazing, "I would have followed my mate into the next life." His voice and words made my throat tight with emotion.
"You must be very proud of your sons. I met them at the feast and Arath says they are mighty warriors." Clarin finally turned to me with a soft smile on his lips.
"I am. I hope they find their mates before I pass so I might see my grandchildren."
"I will pray that it is so." I moment of silence passed comfortably and I asked, "Were you seeking solitude today? Do you wish me to go?"
"No, it is nice to enjoy the day with you. The unmated Warriors are already presenting me with trinkets and gifts but it will be a long time before I am ready for that duty."
"I don't understand, Clarin, what duty is that?"
"The Brood Mates who lose their mate and survive often give relief to the unmated Warriors. You did not know this?"
"No, I... I was never told." I frowned and looked up at the heavy clouds passing.
"You disapprove?" It seemed wrong and I wasn't sure how to answer. "It is mutually beneficial. The mating urge does not dwindle nor die. When I am able I will take on a few of the younger Warriors and their beasts. To be honest, it is something I both loathe and look forward to."
The thought of taking a number of warriors and their beasts sent a frisson of heat through me though I desired none but my own mates. "I understand," I replied simply. We lapsed again into silence and watched the steeds grazing on the sweet grass of the clearing. At length my stomach rumbled with hunger and Clarin stood with a glint in his eye. I couldn't help admiring his manly form, still strong and hard. I found it hard to believe that he'd produced two sons.
He reached a hand out to me and I took it so that he could help me stand. The steeds and Ballon approached. Clarin mounted his steed with the ease of long practice and I tried to emulate him in mounting Buson. We set off toward the trail as a fine mist began to fall again.
"Thank you for speaking to me, Clarin," I ventured to say once we were back on the trail.
"It was nothing; feel free to search me out anytime you wish. I find it soothing to speak with one who never knew mate. The burden of the memories in the keep is sometimes hard to bear." We went a bit farther and he said, unexpectedly, "Would you return if you could? To your former life and village? I suspect it is too late now but our clan is strong with magic. If we could undo the change in you would you like that?"
I'd never considered the possibility but without even considering it I knew to the depth of my soul that I could not leave Arath, Ballon and Buson. "I would not," I said with conviction. I thought of Clarin living without his demon and hound and could only imagine the pain he must suffer under. I never wanted to know the feel of it.
"Perhaps it is time to stop mourning what you've lost and accept what you have gained."
Of course he was right. It struck me hard, the realization. I nodded my head at him as I couldn't form any words then. We descended to the base of the mountain in quiet contemplation. I couldn't say what Clarin was thinking but my head was full of new thoughts. Before we even approached the gate I was calling to Arath in my mind, pleading for him to meet me in our chambers. Distantly I felt his agreement.
"Clarin, would you dine with Arath and me in the hall this night? I've noticed that you haven't dined there since... before. I would appreciate the company."
"I would like that very much, Gram. Thank you, I shall see you tonight."
We parted ways once through the gate and Buson took us to our chamber. When we entered through the curtain Arath was awaiting us, sprawled across the bed. I leapt off Buson's back and flung myself atop my mate. I wanted to laugh and cry with the joy of seeing him. I pressed my lips to his and coaxed his tongue into my mouth with mine. He groaned and clutched me tighter to himself.
"Little mate, did you miss me?" he asked, laughing and panting as we broke apart.
"I did, Arath, very much." I looked into his dark eyes, finding only love and warmth.
"It's only been half a day. What has made you so eager? Not that I am complaining." His smile reached his eyes.
"I want to touch you and taste you all over," I told him. I cupped his face in my hands and licked along the seam of his lips.
"Whatever you wish, Gram." I kissed his eyes and the tip of his nose. I stretched my neck and kissed the curved belly of each horn.
"Then I want you to fuck me until I scream." I stared sternly into his eyes. "No teasing and making me beg."
"I like to hear you beg," he said but I pressed my lips to his and stopped him. "I like hearing you scream my name just as much," he told me when I'd released him. "I'll make you mine, over and over."
"Yes," I breathed the word against his lips. I nipped and licked the bottom one before sitting up and straddling his middle. He hard cock throbbed beneath me. "First, I get to have you." I lifted his hands and kissed the palm of each one.
"As you wish," he agreed.
I moved off of him and removed the wrap around his middle before urging him to roll over. I climbed over him and kissed across his broad shoulders. I dug my hands into the muscles and massaged him as I kissed along the back of his neck. I bit at the meaty joint of his neck and shoulder, earning a deep groan. I rose up and let my hands roam over him until the last bit of tension was gone. I moved down to grip and knead his solid ass cheeks.
Feeling impulsive I leaned down and licked the place where his tail joined his body. Arath hissed and trembled so I did it again. "Gods, Gram!" he shouted. I grinned and kissed the spot before moving on. I slid my fingers along the crease of his ass then trailed one over the skin between and over his hole. The large demon writhed and moaned for me.
I resumed his massage at his thighs. I spread his legs and worked down each one, stopping to kiss along the way. I gently massaged the tendons above his hooves, one then the other.
"Roll over, Arath. Let me see the front of you." He complied and I worked my way up. I spread his powerful legs more and kissed the insides of his thighs and let my teeth graze over the sensitive skin. I ignored his cock but licked and nuzzled into his heavy balls. The scent made my ass clench and excrete juices.
I ran my hands up and over the stack of muscles in his belly to his mighty chest, careful not to even graze his cock. It arched up over his belly and reached almost to the level of his tiny, dark nipples where it leaked sweet fluid. I leaned over him and tasted the pebbled points of his nipples until he arched his back beneath me.
I tasted the skin of his neck and jaw, enjoying the taste and smell. His body vibrated with need. "Little mate, you test my limits for this. Who is being the tease now?"
"You promised me, Arath." I pulled away and grinned at him. I leaned forward and let my hard cock graze over his. He closed his eyes and his jaw ticked, nostrils flaring. His fists curled in the bedding as he tried to control his breathing. When his eyes opened there was only hunger and a primal kind of desire in them.
I kneeled before him and lifted his cock to standing. So thick and hard, it filled both my hands with heat. I dipped my head and kissed the tip before lapping over the slit to taste his early flow of seed. It was sweet and spicy on my tongue. I took in the head and sucked hard upon it. His hips jumped and he groaned with need.
I released the head of the huge cock to lick over the part my hands didn't cover. When it was wet with my saliva I opened my mouth and took it deep into my throat until my lips met my fist. I squeezed the shaft tightly in my hands and swallowed around the length I'd taken in. His panting breaths were harsh in my ears as I bobbed my head upon his cock.
"Ah, you play with fire, little mate." The words emerged from his throat in a gritty growl.
I loosened my grip and gently twisted my hands in opposite directions. The effect was immediate as he growled like an animal and grasped my wrists in each hand. He yanked me forward even as he rolled to the side. I found myself on my stomach with him climbing over me.
Arath gripped my hips tightly and I tried to wiggle away from him. A fierce snarl sprang from his lips as he held me tighter. Trapped he brought his heavy cock to my opening and violently speared me on its length. I released a cry, part pain and part satisfaction as it was just what I wanted.
His knees parted mine as he ground his length into my painfully stretched cunt. My tail wrapped around him as I slowly relaxed and opened to his plunging cock. My mate gave me no chance to adjust but fucked me like one of his beasts. With a heavy growl he bit into my shoulder as his weight settled over me and bore me into the bed. I had no choice but to submit and canted my ass higher to let him in deeper. His body jerked and I waited for the heat of his seed to sear my insides but he stilled.
Without warning he jerked his giant cock from my needy cunt. He turned me easily, flipping me onto my back. He pushed my legs apart and back as he remounted me. Split and bent in half he held me down as he proceeded to fuck me hard with long strokes, his flesh thudding against mine.
"Is that what you wanted?" he sneered.
"Yes!" I shouted, beyond reason.
My seed shot plentifully between us as he fucked me harder. I rode the edge of pleasure and pain and shouted my love for him. He collapsed atop me and shuddered as his spend poured into me. Eventually he released my legs and I wrapped them around his middle. He found my lips and kissed me harshly. He remained hard and throbbing within my cunt.
"Thank you," I told him.
"By the Gods you were made for me, truly."
"I love you," I said even as I wrapped my arms, tail and legs tighter around him.
"And I you, Gram. Now get on your knees." He pulled away and spoke over his shoulder, "Ballon your bitch is needing you."