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APRIL 12th
I woke up in the very early morning hours to see that Hero had shifted us around in the night. I was lying face-up on the bed he had created for us. He was lying directly on top of me, face down. His deep, heavy breaths told me he was in deep sleep.
Given that he was well over twice my height and I would not even begin to estimate how many times my weight he was, he should have been totally crushing me to death. Instead, he was sleeping in a way that left me safely from harm. He had his knees and shins on the ground, and then he had his monstrous, muscled arms positioned so that his forearms and elbows were holding his upper body off the ground a couple feet, leaving just a bit of weight pressed against me.
I wondered if I could slip out of his grasp and escape while he slept. My face pressed into his abs, but looking up his body made me see his head was tilted to the side, leaving a bit of space that I could crawl through.
I started to slowly and carefully slide myself underneath him towards his head. As I moved, my face ended up getting pushed in the space just below his massive pecs, where a large tuft of that fur that mimicked human hair was. But his pecs above me were so large, it wasn't going to be easy to slide under them. I had to grab onto his armpits, holding onto the hair there and using that as an anchor point in order to get enough leverage to push my head under his pecs, and I worried that y only reward would be unintentionally getting a mouthful of his pec-fur, damp with sweat and not tasting the least bit pleasant.
Just when I thought I was about to squeeze out, he moved his head so it was straight down pointed at me, blocking my path. Undeterred, I figured I would try to sneak out the other side. I scooted down his body, my head leaving his pecs behind, sliding over his huge abs again.
My face traveled down over his over his pubes, but I was able to keep my mouth shut, so I only had to deal with the strong smell there, not the taste.
I kept sliding down, my face hit the upper, dark section of his soft penis, and around that pole, his massive, dark balls. But my descent was stopped completely by the huge weight and size of his soft meat. It was weighing me down, forcing my body to the ground. I put my hands his mammoth-trunk of a dick, trying to slide underneath it, only making fitful progress at.
Finally, my face reached his plump, pink dickhead. As I slid down it, looking at his hooves beneath me, his dick twitched.
Amazingly fast, his dick became hard, in the process, pushing me back up towards where I had started. Erect, the thing reached almost to his head, and clamped me between it and his body with all the weight and power of a tree trunk. I was left sitting on the base of his dick, my feet straddling his hips. Behind me, his tree trunk ran along my butt, lower back, and upper back. This totally pressed me against his upper body hard, and I realized there seemed to be no more escape. I felt precum hitting me in the back of the head and running down my spine.
He opened his eyes, awake.
Hero looked down at the state of his dick and groaned in frustration.
"Don't look at me like that," I said to him. "It's not my fault you werebeasts seem to be just as horny as
He picked me up in his arms, stood up, and turned me upside down. He pushed my head down towards his dick. I shut my mouth and the tip just hit me in the face. He bounced me up and down, hitting me in the mouth over and over, but I never opened my lips.
There came another annoyed groan from Hero at my lack of being able to please him. He then used his right hand to push past my lips and force my jaw as open as it would go with his fingers. He lowered me again with his left arm towards his dick.
I had to laugh when even with my mouth wide open, the thing refused to go inside. "You're just too big," I said as soon as my mouth was free. "You'll never get your penis inside any hole of mine, ever, so just get your head off that."
He set me down on the bed with my back to the ground and sat on top of me. He then leaned down, and with my mouth once again forced open with his hands, he started to lick the inside of my mouth again, which I absolutely hated. His saliva did not taste bad. I realized he wasn't capable of bad breath, just like the vampires, but just the idea of this thing licking me there made me feel sick. Was he remembering kissing in his old life and replicating that idea?
He licked and licked all around my teeth and gums. He must have been working up a hunger, because he drooled a huge amount of spit into my mouth, which seemed to almost tingle somehow, though I knew it must have been my imagination. He moved his wet tongue to the outside of my mouth, covering my lips with his saliva.
He moved his mouth away and replaced it again with his hard penis tip, and once again, I started to laugh at his ridiculous idea.
But my laughs were stifled as I felt my lips stretched out much farther than they possibly could, with me sure he had just ripped through them as he pushed down into me, determined to get inside. I tried to fight him off, kicking and punching at him, but he used his body to hold down my arms and legs, keeping me in place as he continued to push downwards. It took the realization that there was no pain in my lips before I came to the conclusion that I hadn't been imagining that tingling sensation his saliva had left with me at all, it clearly was numbing what would be severe pain.
But there was more to it than that. I realized that my lips weren't torn or broken at all. He wasn't ripping through me, he was stretching me out in a way that should have been impossible. His saliva had turned my lips into living elastic, making them totally giving to his needs.
Even though he had absolutely astonished me by stretching my lips out to fit him, when his dickhead then hit my open teeth and still could go no further, I at least felt reassured. When he looked down at this new barrier and started to spit more and more into my mouth and around the outside of my jaw, I started to get a sinking feeling that I was not going to like the result.
My jaw started to follow the example my lips had set, stretching without pain to physically impossible sizes as his hands pulled it open. It reminded me of a snake's jaws opening to swallow something much thicker than the snake's head, and when he was done stretching me, he pushed his whole dickhead inside me as I screamed in horror and constantly tried to shake him off me.
He spit onto his dick as it went into my mouth, and this time my gullet started to stretch to impossible proportions, letting him continue to push down into me until he hit the back of my neck and could not go further. I thought that if he had turned the angle of his body to come at me from horizontally instead of vertically, he would have gotten past that corner and gotten down all the way down to my stomach, but he was too stupid to understand that, which I was at least thankful for. Instead, he groaned in frustration as tried to get himself all the way inside me but could not.
But then it finally occurred to him. He spun around 180 degrees so he was in a sixty-nine position, never leaving my mouth. He spat all over his dick again, and I could feel my gullet expand and give way to him as his dick slid in. There was no pain and no gag reflex, but his dick clamped down my nasal passages, making it crazy hard to breathe.
My chin hit his sweaty pubes as my nose and forehead hit those dark balls. And then those muscled hips started to buck back and forth over my head, screwing my throat good and hard as he held me in place.
His bull tongue was salivating hungrily and licking the air above me. I saw him licking his fingers, and I soon felt two of them push into my hole, and he started to rape me their as well, which seemed to turn him on immensely, his thrusts just getting more and more powerful.
He bellowed deeply, all of his muscles flexing as he stopped thrusting and held himself all the way inside me, and I knew what was coming. He started to gush cream inside me, and the stuff started to absolutely pour out of the corners of my lips, landing all over my upper body. But that was just a small portion of it, most of the stuff ended up going straight into my stomach, making me feel queasy.
He started to pull out of me, wiping his pink tip all over my face as he did. He spun me around so he was holding me upright in his arms again, and I was sure to give him my best look of hate I could muster, but he paid no mind.
He fell back asleep, and I followed suit, still exhausted.
He dropped me in the creek again in the morning, and then leaned down in the water himself to take a drink of water, demonstrating.
"Alright, Hero, but don't think I'm not using this opportunity to wash all of your offensive bodily fluids off me."
As I started to wash off, Pavlov came rushing up to me, still barking and upset. I had forgotten all about her. She seemed about to try to save me from my captor all on her own.
"Pavlov, don't. You'll only get yourself killed. Please, leave me alone."
She looked at me inquisitively but did not move. "Alik! Go find Alik! The one who looks and smells like Petro."
She barked at that name.
"Yes, Petro's brother Alik! He's the one who is going to adopt you, so you'd better be nice to him. Go find him, go!"
She finally left me alone, running off into the trees.
Hero noticed her running away and seemed about to give chase. "Oh no you don't," I said, getting his attention back to me by splashing him repeatedly in the face with creek water.
Hero groaned in displeasure and tackled me in the water to keep me from splashing him, but even when he had me pinned to the creekbed underneath him, I continued to nail him with water, getting him well and soaked. "At least now you will smell better."
There was an emotion on his face that I had never seen before, and it was hard to place. He lifted me up, carried me out of the creek, and off quite a ways into the woods before coming to a gorgeous sun- baked meadow, years away from the gloom of the mansion. He walked to the very center of the meadow and then set me down, looking at me with expectation again. He nuzzled me, pushing me along the grass.
"What do you want of me now? No, never mind, I don't really want that answered."
He stood up and started to run in circles around me.
"You want me to run?"
I got up and started to jog, and he responded happily, running behind me. "Are you trying to keep me fit?"
But I realized there was more to it than that, and I figured out what this new emotion he had all over his face was: playfulness. He was trying to play with me. As I ran, he kept darting around me, acting like he was going to hit me but always stopping short, and I playfully snarled at him.
I noticed that he really wasn't much faster than I was, which gave me an idea.
I leaned down and picked a large stick off the ground. "Look what I have, Hero. I know you want this!" I swung it back and forth as he followed the stick with his eyes. And then I threw it into the grass in front of us.
He ran over, grabbed the stick in his hands, and brought it back to me, dropping it on my feet happily.
I picked it up again, waved it in front of him, and threw it again. This time, however, I threw as hard as I possibly could, the stick disappearing through the trees at the south edge of the meadow.
He ran after it excitedly, leaving me alone.
"Yes, good boy, go find that stick!"
As soon as he disappeared into the southern trees, I turned a 180 and ran at top speed towards the trees on the north side of the meadow.
By the time he reappeared into the meadow behind me, stick in hand, and realized what I had done, I was almost to the tree-line, and I knew with our speed so evenly matched, he wouldn't be able to catch up with me before I reached the trees.
He snarled angrily behind me as he threw his stick to the ground. When he leaned forward and moved his hands to the ground, I thought at first he was changing his mind and picking it back up.
My stomach soured as I saw instead he was using his hands at makeshift front feet, going to all fours, and running much faster in that position than he ever had on two legs. He was quickly cutting down the space between us, making me feel like I was running in slow motion.
And then, blissfully, even with his extra speed, I reached the trees before he did and ran underneath their branches, willing them to protect me.
But he reached those same trees and knocked them totally uprooted in his rage, shouting madly until I had nowhere left to hide and he yanked my body back into the meadow, launching me so hard that when I hit the ground, I almost blacked out.
He was snarling-hot mad at me for tricking him as he caught up with me, and those vicious teeth being bared as he moved over me on the ground made me think he was going to finally rip me to pieces and eat me.
Instead, he flipped me onto my back and started to lick my buttcrack.
"Oh no, don't you even think about that!" I tried to get away, but he held me down so hard it hurt.
Soon enough he was licking the actual hole, and then he just stuck his tongue inside me completely. It made me sick as my chute expanded like rubber to give way to his massive tongue.
When he took away his mouth, I felt something much larger being pushed against me, with a liquid hitting me that was different from saliva if just as slimy. His head was just gushing precum, so much it was totally covered with slime, and he rubbed the pink head all over my crack, just slathering my whole rear wit his stickiness.
"No, no, no, you can't do this to me, you can't!"
He pushed hard against my hole, but even though it stretched out from his licking, it still didn't open wide enough to admit him. And I clamped down, trying to do everything I could to keep him out. He bellowed angrily in frustration and hit me in the back.
"You can't rewrite the laws of physics twice in one day, can you, Hero?"
He switched positions, kneeling behind me and grabbing my feet with his hands, forcing my lower half to be hanging in the air. Once again, he pushed his sloppy dickhead against me.
Still pushing against me, he bent down in a way that would have been all too impossible for a person to do. He started to lick his own hard penis. He wrapped around the head with his tongue, and then I felt just tons of his hot saliva, and I felt sick as I felt my hole stretch even bigger than ever before.
While I screamed in disgust, he pushed his monstrous, pink head into me, feeling the sticky, wet knob of huge proportions push into my chute, started to slather my insides with precum.
I prayed that would be as deep as he could go, but was so dismayed when he kept on pushing into me, all the way to the part on his dick where the light colored, lower-positioned section of his dick ended with a very thick ring. Above that ring, the skin of the rest of his dick was thicker and rougher, and was dark in color, matching his balls. He tried to push that section of his dick into me as well, but my body just wouldn't give, and he snorted angrily again.
When he leaned down and started to lick my anus again, I was certain this time, it would not help.
But I felt nauseous as his forceful pushing finally made my anus give way, and that thick, dark part of his dick slipped inside me as he bayed happily.
I felt him push all the way inside me until I felt his massive, precum covered balls, dark and smooth, completely cover the back of my own balls and legs. I could not believe the power his saliva had on me. It wasn't just the saliva had stretched my hole out to impossible size in order to the girth of a monster. It was also that his spit had totally reshaped my chute, making it infinitely thicker and longer than ever should have been possible, stretching it all the way up my torso. It was so, infinitely disturbing to think about just how gigantic the penis inside me was. So massive, it should have ripped right through my, killing me. My one saving grace was that there was no pain.
And then he pulled his tongue off me and licked his way up to the back of my head. He put his body in pushup position behind me, with his hooves on the ground, his body stiff and flexed, and his hands pressing into the ground up by my head. He started to thrust his hips up and down, up and down, attacking my hole.
His skin was almost as hot as Maxim's during sex, and he was making me so hot, rubbing his muscles all over the back of my body.
His whole body was just dripping hot, salty sweat all over me.
I reached back and tried hard to swat at his head, but he showed no sign that that was fazing him as all, so I moved my hands to his horns and tried to hold myself against his body so he wasn't able to thrust as hard.
I looked back, and his were-bull face was looking as sadistically pleased as I'd ever seen it. It was an expression of furious pleasure that terrified me to the core.
The other thing that I realized looking back at his body was how much intimidatingly larger his body was than mine. It wasn't just that he was twice my height. He was much bigger than I was horizontally as well, as his freakishly big pecs, shoulder, and arm muscles gave him so much width, he dwarfed me on that front as well.
He wrapped his giant's arms around my body, crushing my sides together with his powerful upper arm muscles, and wrapped his huge forearms around my front. This meant my arms were trapped uselessly at my sides, keeping me from hitting him any longer. He started to screw me even harder as I screamed in frustration.
My attempts to kick him in the balls started to get to him, so he forced my legs up. He tucked my legs against my body and forced them to stay there with his massive arm muscles. With that, he incapacitated both my arms and legs with his horrible hold, leaving me with no more tools to fight him back with. He bit into my shoulder and started to pummel me even harder.
Two scents assaulted my nostrils. The first was coming from his pubes and balls, and was such a strong, masculine smell, it might have been pleasant if it wasn't so overpowering. And the other scent came from his furry armpits, which were totally dripping all over the front of my body. That second smell just stank, and I knew that with all of that sweat that he was getting on my body, I would soon smell just as gnarly as he did.
His brutality kept on going, endlessly it seemed. When he finally hit his climax, he slammed into my body harder than ever, biting into the back of my neck to hold me in place. He bellowed louder than I'd ever heard him before, and just the sound would have been enough to terrify me.
When Hero started to cum you can imagine there wasn't exactly any space inside my cavity for any of his seed to go, so it instantly started to spurt like a geyser out of my hole, drenching my butt, back, and head with white cream, as he continued to grunt in pleasure.
He stayed inside me until he was mostly soft again. And then he pulled out and wiped the semen from his softening dick all over my butt, somehow the tip of his huge, pink head was still gushing white from his pissslit even though he was soft by then. My hole absolutely poured out his seed after he pulled out, and I felt at least a bit relieved when I started to feel my insides return to their normal size.
He lay on his back and put me on top of his belly, using his arms to force me into a position where I was lying with my butt up in the air.
"What is this for?" I asked him, and then it hit me that he was trying to keep me from spilling any of his seed, whatever purpose that served. I tried to fight him again, but he held me tight until I gave up.
He fell asleep like that, still holding me onto his stomach, and as his breaths turned long and slow, I was amused how much I was moving up and down from the power of his massive lungs moving underneath me. It was almost like being rocked to sleep, and I fell asleep on top of him in the sunlight.
We were back in our nest in his house, with him madly chewing at the stick I had thrown for him earlier beside me, when I pulled his hear and put it to my stomach. He groaned in response.
"Yeah, you hear that, Hero? That's the sound of my stomach eating itself out of starvation. If you really want to keep me alive, maybe you should leave me alone and get some food for me."
I made exaggerated gestures of eating, and he seemed to understand, putting down his stick and leaving me alone in the house as he went outside.
It was the first time I had convinced him to leave me on my own, and I was determined to make the best of his absence.
I waited for a few minutes just to be sure Hero was gone. The dining room that Hero claimed for himself had two exits to different rooms but no exits to the outside. The windows there were all unbroken. Would the sound of breaking glass alert the creatures that something was awry?
I looked through one of the doors at what had been a sitting room. There was the front door, just staring me in the face. But there were three werebeasts sleeping in this room as well, just waiting to be woken up. Trying to tiptoe around them just didn't seem like a good idea, and it proved that I needed to escape the house with as little noise as possible.
I looked at the other room. What was left of a destroyed, disgusting kitchen lay beyond, but it was empty of beasts, so I tiptoed in. I found stairs leading down, but something about the unsettling feeling I was getting looking at them told me I did not want to venture into the basement.
But lucky for me, there was a broken window in the kitchen, and I climbed up what must have once been a counter and climbed carefully out of it.
Thankfully, I saw no sign of beasts outside at the moment. I was very tempted to just head for the trees, but instead forced myself to head straight for the creek and step into it, trying to stop them from tracking me. I walked down the stream until I found an area that was muddy, and I covered my naked body with mud, both to disguise my form and mask my scent.
I left the stream and headed quietly for the trees, but it wasn't that far before I felt sick at the sound and feel of the now familiar werebeast step. It sounded like one of them was headed in my direction.
As quickly and quietly as I could, I climbed the tree I was under until I was in the upper braches. And then I went totally still.
I saw the beast walk under me, and I held my breath, praying he wouldn't smell or hear me.
My strategy worked. He walked under the tree I was in and kept on going towards Hero's house.
I waited until my heart slowed down, and then climbed quietly back down to the ground. I started to move quickly and quietly through the trees.
I heard something else moving through the branches, coming towards the house, and I hid behind the trunk of a large tree. That was, until I heard barking.
I peeked around the tree trunk. I could see a familiar black dog in the distance, moving towards Hero's house and barking.
I ran out from under the cover of the tree trunk and wove my arms around. "Shuttup, you stupid dog, I'm right here! And you are going to bring them all right to us!"
Pavlov noticed me and started to run towards me, thankfully ceasing her barking.
It wasn't until Pavlov was less than fifteen feet away that I noticed she was far mare bulky than before, and with a penis. It wasn't Pavlov at all, but a similar looking dog. All I could do was pray this was just a harmless dog and not anything dangerous.
But of course, when would I ever be that lucky? The black dog started a hideously frightening transformation into a werebeast.
I turned and tried to use the transition time to make a run for it, but soon felt a bite on the scruff of my neck holding me down and a massively huge form holding onto me.
The were-dog turned me around, and I got a good look as it loomed above me. Much smaller than Hero, more similar to Vadim's size and shape, only black. His sharp teeth were ferocious and covered with slobber, and his black penis large.
Its bared teeth moved straight down for my throat. It was tearing my throat out in order to eat me, I knew.
"Wait, no!" I said, waving my hands. "You think I'm just a normal human for you to eat, but I'm really the One, and your leader will be so angry at you if you eat me!"
I obviously wasn't going to appeal to it with words, and his teeth moved down to make the kill, so I grabbed a stick from under me and stuck it in his eye. He reeled in pain, letting me free myself in the distraction, and I ran over to the nearby creek.
Of course the were-dog was upon me in an instant, recovered completely, but I had washed off all the mud. He pulled me back by the ankle out of the creek and onto the brush, still about to eat me.
When his teeth went to my throat, this time I was able to move my armpit over his nose, and he inhaled.
"Yes, smell what I am?"
He moved his muzzle down to crotch and took another whiff, his mood changing completely at my smell.
"That's right, I'm the one, and that means you can't hurt me. I belong to your leader."
He flipped me over and started to lick my butt.
"See? Please tell me you're sure what I am without any further degradation necessary."
Another werebeast appeared then too, one whose animal type was hard to place for me. Perhaps a weasel? The creature saw the were-dog licking me and joined in, licking and sniffing me, clearly smelling too my One scent.
Even though I was sure the weasel could smell that I was the One and there was excitement about that, the excitement had a completely different flavor than the were-dog. The weasel showed no sign of being anyway aroused by me. Instead, his slobber started pouring out of my mouth, and he clearly was all consumed with a different kind of lust for me.
The weasel suddenly opened his mouth, teeth bared, and went to bite into by neck.
The were-dog angrily pushed the weasel away from me just before I would have suffered a fatal blow. The weasel got mad and fought the dog back, but the dog was bigger and stronger, and soon the weasel was whimpering and running away.
"Good dog!" I said.
The black were-dog went back to licking my butt.
Yet he started to lick inside me as well.
When he took his mouth away from me finally, I said, "It's about time! Now I'll be on my way."
I tried to get up from under him, but he held me down. And then I felt something hard, huge, and slimy pressed against my rear.
"Oh no you don't! You are not allowed to do that, I don't belong to you!"
But in spite of my fighting, he pushed inside me.
"Bad dog, very, very bad dog!"
But nothing helped.
The were-dog was much smaller than Hero, yet that only made things worse, because he could force his way his black, rubbery stick into me without much saliva needed at all, meaning there was very little numbing the pain. And so, no matter how much I fought back, I had to endure a painful raping from the animal,. At least he didn't last too long, and ended up flooding his seed inside me.
Hero baled in horror when he saw what the were-dog was doing to me. He pulled the beast up and out of me, and the were-dog started to fight him off.
This proved futile, as Hero used his massive arm muscles to twist the were-dog's head at the same time biting through his throat. He shook the decapitated head angrily back and forth before spitting it out, blood everywhere. I had to look away from the gore.
Hero came over to me and looked me over, making sure I was okay, it seemed. He carried me into the stream and wiped the blood off both of us.
And then he smelled the slime inside me, and he roared angrily as he found this. He washed all of it out of me hurriedly.
Hero picked me back up and carried me out of the water again, wiping me against his chest hair to dry me off. He snapped at a couple of nearby werebeasts in clear warning as he set me down.
With him feeling more territorial than ever after almost losing me to that dog, I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw yellow liquid make its way out of his dickhead. This time, there was so much urine, he totally soaked me with the stuff, making me hold my face tight to at least keep it free of his disgusting, smelly liquid.
He completely drenched me, not letting me escape. Soon, my whole body, save for the neck up, reeked of foul urine. I tried to run for the stream to wash it off, but he caught me and picked me up in his muscled arms. He pinned me against his upper body in such a way so that my legs were spread open and my ankles by my head, with the front of my body pressed against his muscled chest and abs.
I figured he was going to carry me into the house, but felt dismayed as he stood in place and then started to lick my hole again.
"Oh, goodness, not so soon, please!"
But he didn't listen.
He took his time lapping back and forth with his pink tongue, covering me with his hot saliva.
Folded in half, my whole body was pressed against his upper half, but my eyes were looking down at his soft penis. Since Hero had returned and killed that were-dog, his dick had stayed totally flaccid, which made me happy. My mouth and nose were pressed right into his sweaty pubes. My nose was assaulted by the overly strong, masculine smell there was making me sick, so I used my arms to wiggle myself a bit down, until my face was at the dark base of his dick and balls. Even though those two didn't smell the best, they smelled far better than his pubes.
His thick-skinned, dark balls were something else. Hanging at the bottom of his sack, I could see the shape of a testicle that was larger than grapefruit size, and just even heavier. His smooth balls hung down to mid thigh, getting much, much wider as they went down.
Looking down at his soft penis, I could not believe how long and thick it was. Thicker around than the most muscular part of his forearm, and reaching down passed his knee. The upper base section was dark in color, looking very non-human. But the majority of his dick beneath that point was human looking, the stalk being light brown in color and covered with the largest veins I had ever seen. The pink head looked cut, was the largest part of his dick, and always seemed to be leaking precum regardless of how turned on he was. Looking down at it all made me absolutely astounded that he had ever fit the things inside me. It should have been impossible to fit the soft dick inside me, let alone the hard one.
Any hope that he was just licking me in order to be sure I was completely clean from the were- dog's attack fell to the wayside as I saw his soft dick twitch beneath me.
As he continued to lick me, I watched his dick go from soft to hard and threatening all too quickly. Instead of the penis dangling down safely beneath me, his hard dick was sticking up towards me, pushing my face pack to his gross pubes as it lifted my body up and pushed hard against my back, forcing me into Hero's upper body really hard. At the same time, I felt more and more pre-cum splatter all over my butt and run down my back and onto my head.
After some time of licking, he started to push in his actual tongue slowly into me, stretching me out with the thing's large size. He licked as far into me as he could reach, his lips kissing my hole. He moaned pleasurably at whatever One flavor his sensitive sense of taste found there, and his dick started to twitch on its own, sending me hard against his upper body with it's massive weight each time. There was so much precum released by the pleasure my flavor was giving to him that my back and head were totally covered in slime.
He removed his tongue, licked his fingers, and then shoved his index finger inside me. He gently fingered me, then added a second finger, and a third. I realized, unlike the last time, he was slowly opening me up that time. Soon, he had an entire fist inside me.
He spun my body right side up, and held me hard against him with his thick arms, his dick still against my back. He leaned down and sucked on the head of his own dick. Then he lifted me up until my butt was right at the level of the top of his dick. Since his monstrous dick, when hard like it was, stood straight up all the way to his clavicle, it meant I was raised up well above him, so I was looking down at his sharp horns. It was a height that would have made Parker nervous to see me put into, not to mention the zillion other things I had been forced into here that would have made him upset.
I felt Hero's first leave my hole, and quickly felt his pink dickhead start to push in its place as he forced me slowly down onto him. I tried to hit him, but held by arms against my body with his own, keeping me from action.
I couldn't believe how effective the fisting technique was on me. Unlike last time when he had really struggled, this time I slid slowly down the lower, uncut, light-colored section until I got hung up on rim most of the way up his dick that lead to the thicker, darker section.
This put me so my head was at his level. He was looking directly at me, right in the eyes. His beastly face was awash in pleasure, but he did not seem angry.
"I wish you wouldn't force yourself on me like this, Hero. It isn't right!"
He opened his bull's mouth and he licked my mouth, with me closing my mouth quickly in disgust. I figured it was his way of keeping me quiet.
He raised his right hand to his mouth, and started to lick at it. Then he lowered it, soaking my hole with his spit. I felt my chute one again open up and allow the rim separating the two parts of his penis into my body as Hero made a pleasurable grunt.
Soon, my body slid down until he was all the way inside me, as his body rocked in pleasure. My dick was pressed into his sweaty pubes, my tail bone against his balls, and my head pressed into his chest.
Perhaps wanting to be able to get more leverage on me, he set my back on the grass and he place his body right above mine, and started to hump me.
Once again, looking up at this monster, both wide and tall and every part of him rolling in muscle, it intimidated me to see it. Yet, if it was possible for a were-bull to smile, I do believe he had just achieved it. Even though his face and horns would always be fearsome, his face was as kind as I'd ever seen it.
There was something almost tender about his touch. The last time he had screwed me had been brutal and aggressive, fueled by his anger for me at me trying to ditch him. This time all his anger at our new separation had been directed at the other werebeast, and he seemed to see me as just a victim, so the sex was a lot happier to be reconciled in tone.
This time he was facing me, with my legs in the air, looking down at my face. He kept on lickinglicked me all over my face during it all, which I thought was gross but seemed to be his strange way of kissing me, remembering what it meant perhaps to be a man and to have a lover.
It made me wonder if I could somehow use this sweetness to make even more of his humanity shine through. It made me wonder if there was a way I could figure out how to tame him like Alik had seemed to do with Vadim.
When he came, he gushed just as much into me as the last time, getting hot milk all over me and the ground as he pulled out of me, his dick softening before he pulled out of me, getting even more seed everywhere.
He again held me in such a way to keep my butt in the air, and I came to a realization. "You think I'm your mate, don't you? That's why you built the nest for me and take good care of me, it's just because you think I'm going to have your calves or whatever they are. That's why you couldn't stand the idea of me getting used by another beast, it's because you want the offspring to be yours, not theirs. Well, you need a serious lesson in basic biology, Hero, because I'm a man who will never bear you a child no matter how much seed you try to put into me. You hear me? I'm a MAN!"
After holding me for a while, he carried me gently in his arms back into the house, back into his nest in the dining room, and he started to lick over my body almost lovingly and make the scrapes and cuts I had gotten from the were-dog vanish.
And then he disappeared into the kitchen and any thoughts of him being sweet were put out of my mind as he carried in a chunk of raw, bright red meat.
"Eew, sick, what is that, a rabbit? What's wrong with you? Don't you know bulls are herbivores? You shouldn't be eating meat, it defies the laws of science. Don't even think of eating that in here in front of me."
But he came in next to me and started to pull apart gross ribbons of flesh.
"If we are supposed to be a couple, you and I have the worst communication in the history of all lovers. Unless you are purposefully defying me."
Hero pulled a chunk of flesh off from the rest of the carcass and moved right for me.
"Don't you dare touch me with that!"
I got up to run away from him, but he grabbed me and held me in place.
"Oooh, you're not trying to feed yourself, you're trying to feed me!" I said as he pushed the raw flesh against my face. "I don't eat raw meat, and since I don't think you'll ever grasp the principles of fire- building, please just forget it. When I asked you for food, I expected you would find some fruit or vegetable or grain, not go hunting, but I guess that you're just following your nature."
When I refused to open my mouth as he pushed the flesh against my face, he reached around and forced my mouth open with his hands, the disgusting meat entering my mouth, making me feel sick.
There was no way I was going to chew and swallow, he could not make me do that. He kept on pushing the meat in, so far then it was down my throat, making me gag and cough.
He saw I was choking and he pulled the meat out. "That's right, wouldn't want to choke your mate to death, would you?"
He snorted in frustration, and, giving up on me, stuck the meat in his own mouth and started to eat it himself. I figured I was out in the clear.
Then he put his hands back in my mouth, prying it open, and he leaned down and placed his lips around my own, delivering a glob of spit coated, chewed meat to my mouth. The fool must have thought I either did not have the capacity or did not understand how to chew food on my own, so he was doing it for me. I fought and shook as he pushed the food down my throat, forcing me to swallow. This was somehow even worse than the forced sex I had endured earlier.
He moved off me finally to grab more of the meat from the edge of the nest, and I spat out something hard that he had not been able to grind down with his teeth. Looking on the ground, it looked an awful lot like a fingernail, but that couldn't have been right, could it?
Concerned, I ran into the kitchen, where he had gotten the meat from, and found large, very human remains on the ground, making me absolutely horrified to my core. I prayed that this was one of the people the werebeasts had killed last night and not someone new.
There was a chewed hand on the ground, for sure a man's hand, and a large one too. I became panic stricken that this was Alik. In spite of my disgust for gore, I ran into the mass of flesh and started combing through pieces, trying to find something that was identifiable, my heart racing, adrenaline coursing through me.
I finally found a decapitated head, and I almost couldn't turn the face towards me, my hand was shaking so badly.
I turned the head around to face me, and knew right away I wasn't looking at the dead body of Alik, making me so relieved I thanked Jesus out loud.
And then I started to feel guilty about my emotions as this was still an innocent man who died needlessly and horribly.
My guilt was made even worse as I realized I knew this man after all. Avgest, the man who had left the cabin on his own the previous night to try and make it back to town on foot. He might have succeeded, I realized, if I hadn't complained to Hero of my hunger. His blood was on my hands in every way imaginable, and that made me feel terrible, making me start to cry.
Hero came into the room, seeming concerned at my tears. He bit off more of the human flesh, this time from his leg, and pulled me into his lap, chewing.
"I am not crying because I'm still hungry, you monster! I do not eat human flesh! Get it away from me!"
He pulled open my mouth and stuck another huge wad of pre-chewed meat down my throat.
This time, when he pulled off my mouth again, I gagged up the meat onto the ground, so grossed out was I.
He looked at my vomit, disappointed at my waste, and he ate up the regurgitated flesh. It was disgusting to watch.
Then he came back to me, locked my mouth open, and pushed the stomach-bile covered raw human flesh back down my throat, trying to make sure I was fed at all costs.
A horrifying realization hit me: there was no escaping this. The more I resisted, the more disgusting the meat would become. Just like I had managed to do when Jericho had made me eat that poor woman's leg, I had to just force myself to swallow.
I managed to do it, swallowing it somehow.
The second bit of meat I swallowed without regurgitating.
He brought over something that didn't look quite like meat any longer.
"Oh goodness, what on earth?"
He forced it into my mouth, and only as I started to eat did I realize I was chewing on the man's liver. It had such a strong, foul taste, it was all I could do to not expel it from my stomach, but I knew where that would lead me, sand I forced it down.
When came back and stuck both if the bloody eyes into my mouth, I wanted to cry all over again. Chewing them made their disgusting juices come out, and I thought I was in hell, but I forced myself to swallow.
When Hero came back with a chunk full of brains hanging out of his mouth, and pushed the bloody stuff into my open mouth, that I was so disturbed, I passed out.
I was only partially aware of him holding me in his arms while he finished eating the poor man.
I woke up fully again in a dark, scary place, and I sat up in the dirt before my eyes adjusted and I realized we were in the basement.
Hero was digging through the dirt of the basement, but everywhere he dug, there were human skeletal remains. It made me sick to watch, and I wondered how many hundreds of bodies were under me. When he finally found the tiniest bit of clear dirt in the corner, he buried just the bones and clothes of Avgest there, apparently even eating the skin.
Hero carried me up to his nest again, and licked my whole body until I was free of all the blood. Apparently eating made him sleepy, because he curled up with me on top of him and started to sleep, again, there was almost something tender about the way he held me, but all thought of me bringing his humanity back to him was now buried in the ground along with Avgest's bones downstairs.
Not being allowed to move, I fell asleep too, though my sleep was anything but relaxed, and more in line with psychological shock.
I heard what sounded like military horns, waking me from sleep, and I felt Hero wake up too. And then I heard what I unmistakably recognized as Pavlov's barking, and I knew she was leading someone towards me. I glanced outside, where I could see men dressed in late 19th century infantry uniforms, come out of the trees, guns firing at the werebeasts.
It took just a few blinks of the eye to know what I was looking at. Petrov Blood infantry under Maxim's control, the Leyb-Gvardiya Tsarist Infantry, was making an attack on the house and all its foul occupants, firing their antique rifles away. This was a regular battle underway. All the werebeasts were coming on strong, attacking the vampire infantrymen. But even though the vampires outnumbered the werebeasts, the beasts were so much stronger, they were taking out three or four vampires for every fallen beast.
That was, until Maxim himself showed up, the leader of the army in gorgeous battle uniform. He had clearly set himself to the side of his troops in order to protect them, and he was using his fire abilities to completely scorch the werebeasts that he passed without suffering the slightest bit of damage himself.
Hero woke up and approached the window, snarling wickedly at these intruders.
I felt both relieved and newly worried when I saw Alik appear in the army as well, making it clear to me that he must have teamed up with Maxim to help me. He had that giant sword that came from Vadim's grandparents, and he was using it to kill werebeasts and keep himself out of harm's way.
I felt like a princess waiting to be rescued in a tower. I would not sit here and wait for others to decide my fate. I needed to join the fight, but I was naked, and there wasn't any weapon for me to use.
Then something hit me.
In all his excitement, Hero didn't notice me slip into the kitchen and then go into the basement. I found where I remembered Hero had buried Avgest's remains, and I dug as fast as my fingers would allow until I dug his body up. But what I had been looking for, his clothes, there was no sign of. In fact, there wasn't any sign anywhere in this disturbing crypt of any clothes. Hero hated clothes, I knew, and he would have pulled them off before he ate anyone. I remembered where he had thrown my clothes, upstairs on the second story, and figured the same was true with Avgest's. I ran back upstairs.
I ran into Maxim as he slew another werebeast with fire and stepped into the main entrance of the house, looking resplendent in his form-fitting military wear.
"Maxim, what are you doing here?"
"Isn't that rather obvious, my solnyshko? I'm proving just how much I love you." He came over and hugged me.
"You shouldn't have come, this isn't your war."
"Any war that risks you injury is my war by definition, doubly so if war is in my territory. So stop complaining and just be thankful I am here saving your life." He gave me his huge smile. "You know, some cultures believe that if one has their life saved, the person who saves them owns them for the rest of their life. Even in the middle of battle, the very idea of you belonging to me is making me firm. I may not be able to carry on this fight without sealing the deal."
"Well then, lucky for you, it may be that some cultures would say I belonged to you now, but not my culture."
"Not even a little bit? Just one little century of romantic indebtitude, perhaps?"
"Not even one little minute in my culture. But it is part of my culture to give a great big, totally platonic thanks, will that suffice?"
"My upper body, ruled by my head and heart, is sold. The same can't be said I'm afraid for my devious lower half. And I'm afraid me without my lower half just isn't me at all. See?"
He showed me his lower body freezing in place, with his upper body unsuccessfully trying to push it around. It was amusing to see.
"Even if I promise to throw in a mailed greeting card to thank you?"
"Ohh, you know how much I love getting any sort of correspondence from you, especially since you have been so stingy with anything even remotely resembling even a simple greeting from you as of late. Will you include a picture of your sweet derriere in the card as well?"
"Absolutely not. I am not in the habit of sending all my greeting cards with nude pictures in it, which I'm sure my mother and Ahmad are dearly thankful for. What about if I wipe a tiny bit of my blood into the card, so you can smell me again? Because that's the most I'll ever agree to."
"Did you see that?"
"What? Your hips bucking?"
"That was just my lower half getting as invested in this endeavor as my upper half has been."
"I really don't need to see that lump in your pants, Maxim. Is it safe for me to go outside now?"
"Absolutely not, in case you haven't figured this out by now, there's a war out there. I want you to stay right with me, where I can protect you."
"You mean, close enough for you to smell my blood, don't you?"
"Isn't that the same thing, my solnyshko?"
At that moment, Hero's heavy form lumbered into the room.
"Oh perfect, I was just starting to miss killing these ugly beasts." He looked at him. "And I what a lovely turn of events, I had always wanted barbequed beef ribs for dinner, and now I'll be satisfied. You know how much of a foodie I am."
Maxim started to blow his huge dragon of fire, flying towards Hero, who flinched and froze as the fames hit him. And then the fire dragon passed, and Hero opened his eyes.
"No, don't just give him a warning shot, he's too strong! Hit him with the real deal!"
"That was the real deal, I'm afraid. It seems these things are fire resistant, and the stronger they get, the less they are affected. Blast."
Hero attacked Maxim, biting into his head and knocking me under the two of them in the process. Maxim had a rifle on him, and he pulled it out and shot the werebeast in the mouth, but this barely fazed him. Hero grabbed Maxim's rifle and destroyed it, and then the two of them started to fight with their bare hands and teeth.
Maxim was one of the strongest vampires in his Blood, and he was putting up an incredible fight, but he ultimately wasn't a match for the king of the werebeasst.
If Alik hadn't come in and stabbed Hero in the mouth with his sword, Hero would have killed Maxim. Angry, Hero pulled with his teeth Alik's sword from his hand, broke it into pieces in the most powerful jaw that must have ever existed, and then spit out the pieces. And it looked like Alik was his next target.
"Alik, run!"
But then three vampire infantry with refiles came in and started firing, so Hero turned to looked at them fiercely, snarling. He started to attack them, and I went to Alik.
"You're bleeding. You've been bitten."
I looked at myself. "Must have been Hero. I mean, the were-bull."
With Maxim unconscious on the ground, there was no one to put out his fires, and they were getting more and more out of control.
It didn't look like the vampires would prove much of a match for Hero, and then he would be attacking Alik again. I had to find a place for us to escape to, but Hero was blocking the door.
I turned around to the stairs. The beasts had taken all sorts of furniture and used it to create a barricade blocking the stairs to the second story from being used. I ran towards this and started to rip away at the obstacle.
"Use some of those huge muscles to help us get passed this barricade."
He ended up being more effective at getting through the obstruction than I was, and we were both tearing through it, keeping a nervous eye as Hero finished off the vampires.
We just barely cleared a hole in the barricade enough for us to squeeze through it when Hero came snarling for us.
"You first!" I said to Alik, trying to get him to go ahead of me.
"No, you!"
And Alik proved stronger than I was as he physically forced me to go through the hole of the barricade and onto the stairs, and I quickly turned around and helped yank Alik up towards me just in time to keep his foot from being ripped off by Hero who instead got a mouthful of wood.
"Can't you and I just have one normal day together without death and despair always about to bite into our heels?" asked Alik.
"You don't know how much I long for a boring, ordinary life."
Hero used this brawn to rip through the barricade completely, leaving the stairway bare.
"That wasn't part of the plan, was it?" asked Alik.
"No, it's fine. He created that barricade because he's too big to fit up here."
Towards the end of the staircase was an obstruction preventing anyone from going to the upper level. It was chock full of clothes, clearly this was where Hero was throwing all of the clothes that he despised so much. But complicating our interests was the fact that these clothes had caught fire from Maxim's fire dragon, and were starting to incinerate, proving to be one of the most flammable areas of the house. I moved towards the piles and tried to pick out what I needed.
"We've got a problem down here," said Alik, and I turned to look at him beneath me.
Hero had transformed into a very large bull, and was starting to climb up the stairs.
"Actually, that was all part of my plan," I said. "I figured he would change into his animal form in order to chase us up here."
"Mmmm."
The moaning made Hero the bull turn and look, realizing Maxim was still alive, though barely.
Hero walked away from the stairs, turned back into his werebull form, and approached Maxim, pulling his clothes off with his teeth.
"He's going to eat him," I said, knowing exactly what he had in mind. I couldn't just sit idly by and watch Maxim get killed rescuing me.
"How come the monster doesn't keep chasing us?"
"Because he knows I can't go anywhere, and he thinks you're not a threat to me. Too puny compared to the vampires, anyway. Oh, I know. Hit me!"
"I'm not going to hit you!"
"But if you start abusing me, I'll bet he'll come."
"Forget it."
"There's something else that would work."
"What on earth are you doing to me?"
"Taking off your clothes."
"Why on earth?"
"It's the one way to for sure get his attention. Wait, you're not hard."
"I'm sorry if our current surroundings don't exactly make me wired to fuck."
"It's my fault. I know I smell horrible, like beast sweat, dried human remains, urine, and bull semen, but there's nothing I can do to help my smell so just plug your nose."
"It's not your smell, it's the life or death situation."
"I just need you to forget about the world around us and just focus on me."
I stroked him a bit before starting to give him hurried oral.
"Ah, okay, that's going to accomplish your goal."
He turned hard in my mouth real quick, and then I pulled off him and surprised him when I sat on top of him and penetrated myself. Downstairs, I noticed Hero raise an eyebrow.
"Damn, this feels fucking amazing, you know that?"
"It can't be me that does all the work here. He needs to see you in action."
"You don't have to ask me twice."
He pushed my ankles over his legs and then started to ram me, over and over again, using all his muscles.
And that was what finally caught Hero's attention, leaving Maxim's body right before he severed his head, and moving towards the stairs, roaring angrily at Alik.
"All of this better not make you come! Remember my rule!"
"Thanks for reminding me of your sexual rules in the middle of this life or death situation."
"That's what I'm here for."
Hero turned to a bull again and started to come up the stairs beneath us.
"Now, I just need to find Avgest's clothes." While he was still inside me, I started to comb through all the clothes above me.
Hero the bull bit into Alik's calf, and would not let go. He started to kick the animal in the face, but the bull seemed unfazed.
I realized that the bull was still very strong, and would kill Alik if I couldn't do something about it.
I grabbed a flaming skirt from the clothes pile and threw it right in Hero's eyes, which at least stopped his forward progress just long enough for me to continue my search through the clothes.
I finally found Avgest's clothes, but discovered his backpack was now fully engulfed.
It was worth burning myself to save Alik's life. I grabbed the backpack, burning my hands, and smothered it in the wood before pulling out the man's loaded rifle.
I turned the rifle towards the bull and I fired. This time, just as predicted, the bull was not immune to the gunfire. He screamed in anger at me as he shook back and forth, and I kept firing until I had emptied the gun entirely, and he was just a motionless piece of meat.
Alik and I crawled to the floor, in spite of suffering from severe smoke inhalation, both of us coughing.
Other vampire infantrymen were in the house. "Maxim is still alive. Men, carry the three of them out of here."
"You can't just let this place burn. You have to wake Maxim up so he can put these fires out. The werebull could still be alive and needs finishing up."
"Given that you no longer have any romantic connection with the Tsar, you have no authority here. I'm second in command of this army and I'll give the orders as long as the Tsar is incapacitated. Besides, the fires will kill the monster, surely."
"If you don' want to get your hands dirty then I'll do it myself."
"Absolutely not. Infantrymen, take them by force."