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Isaac ghosted through the woods, practised footfalls avoiding brittle branches and dry leaves. The stallion's dark green tunic blended into the sun-dappled trunks surrounding him, and he held his longbow low, a broadhead arrow casually nocked. His pale mane, darkened with charcoal to be less visible, was tied back to keep it out of his eyes. Those same eyes flicked back and forth from the ground to the middle distance, watching for any sudden movement.

There. Some motion behind a clump of saplings. The horse lowered himself to his haunches, and rested his bow hand on his knee, eyes fixed on the same spot until he saw something move again. A boar: a real beast. The stubby nose and fierce tusks were snuffling amongst the leaf litter, oblivious to anything else. Slowly, the horse raised his bow. He had a direct shot, this should be--

A cry sounded from deeper in the woods. The boar's head came up, and he snorted before making a dash for a hedge. The horse pulled his bowstring back as quick as he could and let fly, but the shot went wide. He muttered a curse and got back to his feet. Who was out here, raising a ruckus? The only other individual he knew that came this deep into the woods was the woodcutter, and he knew better than to be making a noise and disturbing the animals. The stallion stomped over to where he thought he had seen his arrow vanish, but the brush was too dense and thorny to see into. Wonderful. With a sigh, he stuck his arm through the longbow's neck and slung it over his back. Whomever it was, they were going to get a piece of his mind.

He headed in the direction of the cry. It had sounded relatively close. He pushed through the branches and stepped over a brook, imagining as he went the recriminations that he would heap upon the poor soul when he found them. These woods were for hunting, everyone knew that! Only a fool would be out here, screaming for no reas--

Oh. Ohhh.

The stallion dropped to his haunches again, unlimbering his bow and letting it fall unheeded. He crept forward until he sat in a pool of shadow at the very edge of a sunlit clearing in the woods. He settled into the moss with his hands resting on one raised knee and drank in the sight of what lay beyond.

In the middle of the clearing was a fallen tree, covered with moss and lichen. Resting next to this, on all fours, was a stag: a magnificent, muscled stud of a cervine, nude as the day he was born. His arms were braced on top of the trunk, and the broadness of his shoulders and back spoke of years of physical labour. His antlers were still growing in for the year, but they already had ten points; they were covered in brown velvet and arced into the sky above his head. White dapples spotted the tan fur of his back and sides, all the way from his shoulders to his rear. In the shadows under him, Isaac could make out white underbelly fur over a solid chest solid and flat belly. His attractive face was turned to one side, his cheek resting on the tree, eyes closed. His mouth was slightly open, and he seemed to be whispering something, regularly interrupting himself with moans that filled the glen and made Isaac lick his lips. Every so often, the stag would raise his body a little, and his head would rise up as if appealing to the heavens -- eyes still shut -- and he would cry out with the same cry that had led Isaac here. Letting his eyes go lower, the horse could see a hard cock straining between his legs, and two male stones hanging behind it, like a promise.

The stag was impressive, but he was dwarfed by what stood behind him: a monstrous feral wolf, dark as night, gripping the deer's midsection with his front legs and resting his upper body on the deer's back. The beast must have been the size of a pony. Isaac recognised it; he'd often catch sight of the wolf while out in the woods at night, but usually just as it was vanishing into the brush. Now, he could admire him at his pleasure -- and what a pleasure it was. The black fur was streaked with the grey of age, and around his neck a ruff of fur as pale as Isaac's mane framed a large head. The mouth was ajar, gently nipping at the stag and dripping saliva onto his back. Muscles bulged along his back as he moved, and his great tail swished about. A handsome animal, and one that tightened Isaac's crotch even further -- especially when his eyes rested upon the half-hidden member between the wolf's legs.

Dark red, and nearly as thick as the stallion's own member, the lupine cock was only partly visible -- as most of it was buried inside the deer. Balls like goose eggs swayed under it. Rough thrusts of the wolf's hips pushed the cock deeper every so often, and he would growl as the deer grunted. Then, he'd pause, and slip out again over a few seconds, before thrusting back in. His knot was enormous, seemingly far too big to fit into the deer, and Isaac could make out the slap of its collision with the cervine's ass on each thrust. His cock twitched in time to the sound, regular as the impact of a blacksmith's hammer. Slap. Slap. Slap. The rhythm reached inside Isaac and woke desires he had kept hidden for as long as he could recall.

The wolf and the stag were lost in their mating, and neither had noticed the stallion. Isaac fished his cock out of his trousers -- the pink length having hardened to an uncomfortable degree already -- and stroked it to its full length as he watched them. His eyes always drifted back to the wolf's maleness. By the look of it, the wolf's endowment might be a challenger for his own. Isaac breathed slowly, imagining being in the deer's place, and feeling that magnificent cock stretching his rear -- filling him until he couldn't even tell when he ended, and the wolf began. He was sure he could take the knot, too, and feel that giant bulb of flesh rubbing over his insides, driving him mad, making him bellow before it emptied itself -- and the hefty balls -- deep inside him...

Or instead, he could replace the wolf, and force his penis in just as deep as the wolf was doing now...except harder. And faster. He wasn't as thick all round as that gorgeous knot, but he was thicker overall, and he loved to feel a tight male wrapped around it. It had been too long since he'd last felt it, in fact. He'd breed that deer better than any wolf and fill that ass with all the equine seed it could hold, and more. He'd make him bubble over with his foals, until he dripped with it and begged for more...

Isaac stroked faster, aroused as much by his daydreams as the sexual panoply before him. With thoughts of mating and wolf cock and slutty stag filling his mind, it didn't take long. As his flare swelled, he slid his hand up behind it and squeezed, in the manner he preferred, holding his penis upright to spill himself skyward in several powerful shots. They fell and splattered against a tree. It had been some time since he'd last emptied himself, and his body convulsed a little with too-long-delayed pleasure. The stallion closed his eyes, basking in the sensation of his stallion-hood throbbing, and his tailhole clenching tightly.

When he returned to the world, he looked back at the clearing in a happy daze, and then froze. The wolf was staring directly at him, eyes as yellow as the sun. They were deeply disconcerting in his dark-furred face. Had he heard him? No...more likely smelled him. He glanced at the mark he'd left on the tree; belatedly, even he could smell it now. For a moment, the stallion didn't move, trying to remember the path he'd followed to get here. He could try to escape through the thicker part of the woods, or...climb a tree? Problem was, a wolf would easily outrun him in seconds...

"Do not hide your delight in our union, watcher. Join us," said a soft and tremulous voice. With his gaze locked with the wolf's, it was a moment before Isaac realised the deer had spoken. His eyes had opened a little, his slack face giving him a drugged look, and he smiled across at the stallion. Isaac hesitated, hugely aware of the size of the wolf, and of his fangs, and claws...but also of the beastly cock under his belly, and the balls that hung behind it, nestled in the darkness between his legs. They both already knew that he was there. If the wolf had meant to hurt him, after all, surely he could have done so already instead of just standing there, buried in the stag.

Lust won out against reason. The stallion got to his feet and stepped into the clearing. The deer gestured for him to come closer, and with careful steps, the stallion approached the two of them. Something about the deer looked familiar as he got closer, but he could not quite place him. And he could smell the wolf now: an amalgam of damp fur, and sweat, and something else that made him nicker unexpectedly. The wolf's head followed him as he approached, and when Isaac was within two arm spans, it growled. Isaac froze again, but the deer murmured at his mate.

"Be still, brother, and sheath your potent blade within me." The wolf seemed to calm; at least, the growling stopped, and he resumed his slow fucking of the stag's anus. What form of wolf was this? His willing prey moaned at the resumption of pleasure, and Isaac suddenly recognised the cervine. He was a monk: a servant of one of the lesser orders. Bereir? Banir? So many small gods. Isaac had seen him tending the gardens in the monastery upon occasion, and singing on holy days, although they had never spoken before.

"I... I know you," he said, immediately unsure if this was a subject that really needed to be broached right now. A beatific smile set him at ease, as the stag looked up at Isaac with a face that was more wonderful than any other that the horse could remember. Neither a worry, nor a fear was drawn in any line upon it. If there was confusion, it was only the wonderful confusion of just which aspect of pleasure to express. His half-lidded eyes spoke of lust, while a soft and inviting mouth had another idea, and the godlike body, yet a third. Isaac felt himself begin to stir again. He let his eyes take in the antlers and firm body, bereft of shift or habit or shame. He was one of the most handsome males Isaac had ever seen.

"And I you, Isaac the hunter. I am Tior, servant of Beinir," said the buck. "My lord has surely called you here to be joined with us."

Beinir. Yes. The farmer's god of fertility, with a triune aspect. Isaac recalled that statues of him typically represented him as either a stag, a wolf, or a stallion -- always with citrines for eyes. He looked at the wolf, who looked back at him with those same unnervingly yellow eyes as before. But many wolves had yellow eyes, did they not? Tior's eyes, meanwhile, were slipping up and down the body of the stallion, with a special, hungry stare at his unsheathed spear. Isaac shifted self-consciously, but kept one eye on the wolf, entranced by the motion of his hips, the delicious sound of knot impacting rump distracting him.

"I...am sorry for..." He waved vaguely at the trees where he'd been hiding and shrugged. The deer did not seem to take notice, continuing to run his eyes over the stallion's powerful form. It felt otherworldly to be standing here, with his softened member still hanging before him, while an enormous wolf took a stag as his mate, and that same stag eyed him lasciviously. What fey beast was this, that would use a stag in this way? And would it deign to use a stallion in the same way...?

"Few choose to worship Beinir," the stag continued, Isaac's apology going unremarked, "and fewer yet, he anoints to be his avatars. I... I believe I may..." His ears flicked nervously. "I beg you, Isaac -- let me serve thee, as I already serve thy brother." He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along his lips, wetting them and accentuating their redness. Isaac watched and whinnied, but found himself meeting not the stag's eyes, but the wolf's. He raised his eyebrows. Permission? One could not ask permission of such a creature as this. Suggestion, then. An offer, for mutual pleasure. The wolf looked at him with an indecipherable expression, and then dipped his maw to lick the stag's back. This was certainly no dumb beast. In fact, Isaac felt as if he was in a witch-trance, with the world's order upturned; predator mating prey. He almost stepped away in that moment, fleeing the mating couple and whatever magics drove them. But another moan from Tior, and growl from the wolf focused his mind. If he had been bewitched, so be it.

He walked around the fallen tree, standing in front of the stag, lowering his breeches to his ankles and undoing his shirt. Tior smiled, reaching out with a hand to grip Isaac's semi-rigid cock. It usually took much longer for Isaac to be ready again so quickly; this scene had refreshed him in no time at all. The equine phallus finished hardening in the spring air as the monk lifted it and rubbed his face upon it. The horse gasped at the softness of the fur smoothing along his skin. The stag was in no rush: he slid first one cheek, and then another, along as much of the length as he could reach, up and down, sighing with delight. He placed a soft kiss upon its tip, then licked down its impressive length, inscribing a wet mark along the top. He slid back up, tasting more of Isaac, and down once more. So he went, tongue covering every inch, until only the very base -- just out of reach of him -- was dry. He gave a small huff.

"Closer," the buck begged. There was such a want, a need in his voice that Isaac felt his rut all but explode up into him, and his penis slapped hard against his belly. He pressed in closer, forcing the stag's muzzle between his thighs, and gripped onto his antlers to hold him there. Tior gave a cry of joy, and Isaac felt a coldness against his bare fur as he breathed in deeply and nuzzled against his sheath. Isaac moved his feet apart to give the buck more space and was repaid with a suckling mouth grasping one of his half-risen testicles, gently caressing it before letting it fall.

"The scent of the stallion of Beinir is my hope, and his issue is my sustenance," the monk murmured. "As I worship him, be you worshipped." His short prayer over, the stag opened his mouth, and took Isaac's full, rigid length into him, sliding it down his throat with a practised motion that had the stallion grunting in surprise. The buck's lips docked against Isaac's sheath, and his throat contracted around the invading cock, enfolding it tightly and warmly. Then, he pulled his head back, causing tingles of pleasure all along Isaac's member as it withdrew. When only the flare remained, he lapped at it with his tongue, encircling it and squeezing it with talented motions, the tongue performing the same actions that Isaac's hand had earlier. The stallion could not help but issue a juddering moan, and thrust into the cervine, who expertly loosened his throat to accept the hardening cock again. He then clamped down once more. It was an incredible feeling; better than any tailhole the horse had had before. Even as Isaac's his flare began to swell, Tior gave no hint that he was struggling to receive it, moving his head forward to take it all again.

The horse gripped the deer's antlers, savouring the feeling of his gullet, and began thrusting in earnest. His hips moved to match the motion of the stag, maximising the depth he plumbed into him; he had begged for this, after all. Isaac spent all day tracking and hunting enormous animals, lugging them back to the village himself; his strength was prodigious. If the stag had not yet guessed that from his appearance, he certainly realised it now, as Isaac's tree-trunk thighs and bulging arms began to work in tandem. He ceased attempting his own motions, muscles slackening to allow the horse to reposition him by his antlers in order to abuse his muzzle as he saw fit. And so, he did, roughly and powerfully.

The stallion pulled Tior's head up a little, looking down at his face as his pink member drove in and out of him, sliding across those deep red lips. The stag was once again in a state of ecstasy, his eyes tightly shut, a little drool spilling from the corner of his mouth as two well-endowed creatures filled him at both ends. His nostrils flared, pulling in the air that Isaac's cock denied to his mouth, and his ears were flattened in happiness to either side. Isaac could feel the odd vibration all along his member as the deer murred with joy. The stallion felt his rut rise higher and higher, mirroring his testicles. The thought of emptying himself in this buck while the wolf tied him made him huff and pull down on the antlers, forcing the deer's nose deeper into his musky sheath. He stopped caring that he had offered himself, or that he might injure him with his rough actions. He was raw stallion now, taking his mare; nothing else mattered.

Isaac raised his head back up as his body took over, pounding into Tior's maw again and again. He met the wolf's eyes, the golden eyes observing him. Their pupils smirked with the confidence of an apex predator. The lupine was still fucking the deer's ass, but faster now. In fact, his pace almost seemed to match the horse. Isaac slowed, and so did the wolf. He sped back up and was matched. Very well then...they would use this submissive male together for their pleasure. Isaac's eyes roved over the wolf's form as he bred the stag, wishing he could see between his legs as he did. Wolves had always excited him in this way, and watching this huge wolf do to the deer what he'd secretly dreamed of one doing to him, gave him chills, and a deep yearning. He thrust extra-hard into the stag, and the wolf did the same just after. Isaac grinned, and he could have sworn the wolf smirked at him for a moment. He thrust again, remembering the distended crimson knot he'd seen near the bottom of the wolf's penis, and imagining how it felt against the deer's well-mated hole right now. Such a huge piece of flesh, pushing in, stretching, more and more and deeper still...

He slammed into the deer as hard as he could, driving forward mercilessly to reach his climax, as did the wolf. Tior actually cried out, Isaac feeling his yell vibrating through his cock, and he knew the wolf had knotted him: the lupine finally tied with his mate, beginning to pour his seed inside him. Just that thought was enough to push him over the edge. With a bellow, he gripped the deer's antlers until his fingers went white and pumped a second orgasm into him. His throbbing member was squeezed by the stag's throat, milking him of every drop, and his body ached as muscles tensed tight in pleasurable release yet again. Meanwhile, the wolf was whining as his body trembled with pleasure, and his hips jerked as if in a fit, until he too was spent, muscles losing their grip; he almost slipped off of the stag's slippery back.

For long moments, Isaac stood there, swallowed by the stag and dripping the remains of his load into him, sharing the moment with the wolf. Eventually, he released his grip on the stag's antlers, and pulled his lengthy member out of him, marbled with the remains of his white seed. Tior's head drooped without the accustomed support, and for a moment Isaac was afraid that between the wolf and him, they'd injured him or worse. But, no -- the monk was simply praying.

"Beinir," he whispered, "you bless those who receive, and those who give. I thank you for your boon." He raised his head to Isaac and smiled. With a shock, Isaac realised that his eyes had changed colour: they were now as yellow as the wolf's. "Thank you for assisting me in my worship," said the deer. He lifted the horse's slowly shrinking cock in one hand and hefted it. "Both of you."

Isaac chuckled nervously. "Your eyes..." He reached forward to touch the stag's face. "How?"

The deer nuzzled against his hand. "All avatars of Beinir are so marked. He has chosen me, Isaac, as I believe he will choose you." He frowned. "Forgive me. This must all seem passing strange to you. I ask that you trust me, and all will be clear. This--" he turned to regard the wolf that he was tied with "--is the first avatar of my master: the beast of Beinir." The golden-eyed wolf had not rotated around after knotting but continued to grip Tior. He watched them intently as they spoke.

"I am now the second," Tior continued. "But, Beinir is a triune god. He would have three avatars." There was a momentary pause. "If you consent, then...the beast has a gift for you..."

Isaac didn't need any more encouragement. He paced around the fallen tree, approaching the wolf. His initial apprehension of being near the massive lupine had faded; clearly, both of them were after the same thing. As he got closer, he could begin to smell the primal scent of wolf rut, and gave a nicker of pleasure, to which the wolf growled softly in response. The two of them, fur and feral, seemed to understand one another. Isaac stopped, emboldened, and reached out a hand to feel the wolf's side. He was so warm, and his fur was incredibly thick. He had not yet shed his winter coat.

Isaac stroked a hand along the wolf's side, as the golden eyes watched him. He could feel the muscles under the skin, and he gripped a handful of fur. The beast was so striking. Isaac leaned in, burying his nose in the fur, before inhaling. Hot, sweaty animal soaked in his senses, with the same rutting musk that he'd smelled before. It was intoxicating, and Isaac's eyes closed with desire, just absorbing the smell, the feel of this gorgeous male. The wolf suddenly rumbled in his chest, and Isaac stepped back. Had he somehow angered him?

But the wolf was just withdrawing from his mate. Pushing against the stag, he got his legs back onto the ground and pulled out. Tior groaned as his hole was stretched again by the exit of that bulbous mass of flesh. With an audible pop, it came out, and the stag immediately clenched his rear to hold the rest in. Just a little managed to ooze out. It was enough, though; the smell of it hit Isaac like a runaway ox. His legs collapsed and he fell to the grass, gasping for air, pulling in every scrap of that heavenly scent. It was unbelievable. Nothing in this world had any right to smell that good. He blinked to refocus his eyes and stared straight at the thing he'd been denied seeing so far.

The wolf's cock was almost as long as his own. Thick as a branch, and veined with dark red lines, it hung low under the wolf, like a truncheon, almost touching the ground. Isaac couldn't stop looking at it. The tapered tip, with a thin line of leftover seed drooling from it. The massive knot, every bit as big as he expected -- how had the deer possibly contained that within him? And mostly, the smell of it: ambrosia, irresistible, more desirable than anything he had ever smelt before. He whimpered a little and crawled forward. He had to taste it. The wolf was standing still now, and even lifted a leg as Isaac crawled closer, to give him unfettered access to his crotch.

Isaac's head slipped under the wolf's belly, and he shivered as he opened his mouth to take in the tip of the penis. Acridness coated his tongue, and sweetness, and above it all that smell so potent, it could have controlled kings. The taste of the flesh, and of the slick seed that covered it, and the pulsing heat of it throbbing in his maw...Isaac gave in utterly. He pushed forward, gulping more of the dick into his mouth, gripping the wolf's fur with one hand to hold on, and behind the knot with the other. He rubbed the cock clean with his tongue to get every last drop of that godlike seed, as he squeezed and massaged the base of it. He would take it all, right now, and lure another ejaculation from the wolf to slake his thirst...

But the wolf had other ideas, it seemed. He pulled back, just as he had done with the deer, sucking his broad member from Isaac's mouth. Isaac actually whined, and tried to reach for it, but the wolf turned away, padding over to stand next to the deer, and sitting down, his obscenely hard erection jutting out and taunting him. Isaac was left on all fours, the aftertaste of a god in his mouth, and a cock hardening for the third time between his legs. He felt crushed; desperate for one more taste of the wolf. Another sad whine escaped him.

"No, Isaac. His true gift lies yet within me," came Tior's soft voice, as if he'd read Isaac's mind. The stallion looked over at the deer. He had rolled over onto his back, one leg raised, head resting against the soft wood of the tree with a knowing smile. Isaac's lust-addled eyes grew wide as he took in the full male glory of the stag. He could see just why this cervine had ended up in service to Beinir. His spread antlers framed the young and handsome face, but his apparent youth was belied by his powerful, muscled body...and he knew it. His chest and belly were covered in fine, white fur, a few leaves sticking to him. He stroked a hand over that chest now, pushing the leaves away. The dapples that the stallion had seen before continued all along his arms, up until his hands. As Isaac nickered, he yawned theatrically, stretching his arms backwards, over his head, and exposed the tufts of white fur under his arms, now matted with sweat. His eyes closed, and his head tilted to one side, sniffing deeply of his own scent, and murring. The raised leg was raised yet higher, and the other leg extended to one side, fully exposing his tuft of a tail...and what lay above it.

A sack, as lightly coloured as the fur on his chest, held two tremendous bollocks. They hung loose and low, the scrotal skin pulled taut by their weight, their luscious curves standing out boldly against the thin skin. As the stag shifted around, they rolled about with him, each holding the promise of pleasures to be teased out. Above them, a well-endowed stag penis jutted into the air, dripping copiously from the tip. The buck had not yet come, but the volume of his leaking might have shamed the full output of another male. Isaac's lip lifted as he took it in; it was no match for the wolf's aroma, but it was still exceptional, and in tandem with the stag's beauty, irresistible in its own right. The buck's tailhole was red and puffy from the breeding he'd enjoyed but clamped shut. It strained to hold in the wolf's seed. Isaac stared greedily at the drip that had escaped when the wolf withdrew. He tried to imagine how much seed the wolf would have pumped into his bitch, with that thick red cock and balls even bigger than the stag's. So much of it...

The deer knew exactly what had captured his attention. He flexed his hole just a little, and another drop of wolf seed squeezed out. "It waits within..." he said in a teasing tone. Isaac huffed and crawled over to the other male, grabbing his thighs and pull him roughly towards him. He pushed the legs up and over his shoulders, and stuck his muzzle forward, digging it into the cleft between the stag's firm buttocks, seeking out the raw, inviting hole he'd seen. His nose found it, and he licked up the preview of the inner gift with delight, then snorted hotly against the doughnut, begging entry. Like a morning flower, it opened, and like a hummingbird, his long tongue darted inside.

His mind exploded as he was drowned in the wolf's divine seed. He could barely remember to breathe, or to withdraw his tongue to let it coat his mouth. His lips puckered around the hole, sucking, tasting the wolf and the stag both, and no longer able to care about anything else. He pulled the stag's thick thighs further up, desperate to get deeper into him. Part of him heard the stag moaning, but it was irrelevant. He dug in more, his tongue slipping about inside the stag's rear, a small heaven on earth. He imagined the wolf cock that had been filling this hole only recently, and his cock began stiffening again. He could feel the passage flexing around him as he licked and sucked and swallowed, only heightening his pleasure. In happy retaliation, he found the little spot inside of him that changed the stag's moans to screams and nickered into the deer's ring in satisfaction.

Isaac serviced the deer for what felt like an endless length of time, taking deep pleasure in making the stag's cries grow in volume. That wolf, that irresistible, incredible avatar had done this to him...to both of them. He did not bother to look up from his work to see if it still sat there; he could smell him. If Beinir seeks worship, then I shall deliver. Deeper he dug, and harder yet. The flavour of the wolf was dulled now, a musky background to the sharp taste of male deer, but Isaac would never forget it. For now, though, he refocused on his partner. A hand slipped up his firm belly to gently grip the stag's pointed length; he was soaking wet, his precum running like a brook and dripping into his fur. When Isaac gripped him, he shuddered. His member throbbed into the touch, and his voice went high, trying to call out an invocation to the heavens.

"Beinir! I...receive th--thy...!" But the sensations were apparently too much; he was unable to finish. With a final bellowed bawl that had all the birds around them taking to the sky, the stags legs twisted together behind Isaac's head, and he came. The buck member pulsed and spurted and emptied his two furry orbs into Isaac's hand, and over himself, squirting between the stallion's fingers. It didn't take long for him to finish, and it left him heaving for air, his face and body soaked in creamy white. Isaac's hand was also covered with it, and he withdrew his tongue from the deer to lick at it. It was amazingly delicious; sweet as honey, and thick, much thicker than his own issue. The wolf stood back up and came over to lick at the deer's belly as well. Together, they cleaned the happy buck of his recent exertions, as he took heaving breaths and whispered prayers to Beinir.

When they were done, Isaac gazed down at Tior. The cervine's expression had returned to the same blissful expression that he'd had earlier, and he met the eyes of his lovers. His golden pupils shone in the sunlight.

"What a worthy champion of Beinir you are," he said, unhooking his legs as he spoke. They slid backwards to fall on the ground. "Undress, Isaac, and let me look upon you." The horse stood and disrobed; his rumpled trousers were still gathered around his ankles, and his shirt was already open. The buck's eyes were full of mirth as he looked his nakedness up and down. "Beautiful. As would you be. Beinir is good and kind." He slid a foot up Isaac's leg, slowly, the hoof ruffling his fur. "And rewards those who worship him well and properly..." He let his hoof drop back, and with a hooked finger, bade the stallion come lower. Isaac dropped to his knees, next to the stag, and waited. The deer placed a hand on his forearm.

A heat, as of a fire, spread from the hand touching him, over his skin and into him, suffusing all of his body. A powerful lust seized his loins and awakened them as if he had not spent himself for months. His fur stood on edge all across his body, and the pounding of blood in his ears accompanied the feeling of a heart about to explode. He cried out -- but it was a cry of fearful joy, not terror. For when he looked at the stag and the wolf, he understood. They glowed, lit from within by an unknown light. The stag's features were perfection, and his body was a temple. His cock stood proudly forth, never faltering, and his heavy balls -- vessels of the holy communion -- would give forth without end. And his eyes were as golden as the sun.

"Isaac. You are mine, now." Every perfect word caressed Isaac's mind, and made his penis jerk upwards and spit. They did not come from the stag, but from elsewhere. "You will be the stallion of Beinir: my temple, and my priest, for all who follow me. You, and these your brothers, will serve them and be served by them." Isaac looked upon the stag of Beinir and the beast of Beinir, and he knew them, as they knew him. He nodded, and the golden stag removed his hand from Isaac's body; it was as if a veil had fallen on the world. The glow faded, and the stag was simply a stag again, and the wolf just a wolf. But Isaac was changed, and when he stared into the stag's eyes, two yellow reflections stared back. His member was unfaltering now, his stones would give issue without end. He knew what Beinir asked of him now.

The stag was perfectly loose and slick when he drove his member into him with a single thrust. The wolf cock and stallion tongue had prepared the way for this final exultant hymn. Isaac felt the softness that he'd so recently tasted, accept him back and press against him. The stag, his eyes now wide and eager, gripped Isaac's face with his hands and stroked the soft fur.

"No more waiting, Isaac. No holding back. We are joined now in Beinir's service. I seek to fuck, stallion, as you have fucked so many before me, and will fuck all who come after. Rut me with all your power and majesty, stallion. Let you cock worship in me!" He fell back, arms outstretched, his insides gripping the stallion's member with tenderness and skill. Isaac whinnied and flexed himself, feeling his flare expand and tug on the ripples of muscle inside. He could do this for hours...but instead, he pulled out completely, his swollen flare popping out and lying between his thighs. He took the deer's leg instead, lifting it and slowly licking along it as the stag twisted about in excitement.

"Yes, we shall fuck, Tior. But...not like this." He looked at the wolf, remembering how he had seen him earlier, mating the stag. "For I would have you both." A broad smile split Tior's face, and he got back onto all fours, his tail shivering eagerly, like a maid on her wedding night. Isaac shuffled over, laying on the deer's broad back with a soft grunt and gripping his midsection, just as the wolf had. He pushed his cock back into his mate, but only halfway. He flicked his tail up to expose his flexing hole, looked at the wolf avatar, and waited.

The beast approached them, nosing at the deer's face first, then Isaac's, licking him and whining softly. Isaac could smell his cock again, and his member responded with a shot of precum into the deer. The wolf sniffed at Isaac, around his rear, and then licked. Isaac gave a soft "yes" as the rough canine tongue lapped at him. It slipped up and down his rear, licking up the sweat and making his anus tingle with pleasure. Then it withdrew, and with a sudden impact the huge wolf was upon him, legs gripping him tightly, the stiff cock poking at his wet rear. Isaac only needed to reposition slightly before it rammed home with a loud snarl from the wolf and a cry of pain from him. The beast was so thick! But the wolf did not care, and his hips began pounding as fast as they could. In moments, the sting had faded into pleasure, and Isaac's body shook under the assault, his focus dissolving into rut and lust. It took an effort for him to remember the deer he himself was mating, and he began to match the wolf's motions.

The three of them, wolf, stag, and stallion, melded into one sweaty, grunting mass. Isaac would slow his thrusts just to feel the wolf crash into him, the hard knot trying to force its way inside, a little closer every time. In response, he'd snort and slam against the deer, who would either loosen up to let him hilt his full length or tighten to make him fight for every inch. The deer's marvellous control of his own body was even better in this passage, and with the wolf's knot knocking repeatedly for entry against him as well, Isaac would usually never have lasted long. But Beinir's power was no placebo: he was more lustful, more potent, but also more in control. He kept his climax close but let himself relax and delight in pleasuring his partners. He squeezed against the wolf's cock, trying to emulate the grip of Tior's tunnel. He was not as talented -- yet -- but whatever he did do, pleased the wolf tremendously. The lupine whimpered happily, his tongue flopping out of his mouth.

Isaac's grip on the deer tightened as the fur grew sweaty again from exertion, and he adjusted his legs to spread his rear further. He wanted that knot within him now. He turned his head and addressed the wolf. "Harder, you beast! I am no simple bitch that you must spare. I am the stallion of Beinir! Give me--"

The wolf did not even let him finish. Incredibly, it seemed he had actually been holding back; now, he became unleashed. Throwing his muzzle upwards and howling to the heavens, his cock and knot crashed into Isaac's ass one last time, forcing their way in. Isaac screamed out, his hold on the stag tightening painfully, then almost going limp. It was heaven. The wolf ripped out of him completely, then immediately drove back in, giving Isaac the knotting he so craved, repeatedly. Isaac abandoned any effort to match the strokes, letting his body lie flat against the stag's back, and allowing the wolf to do all the work as he drooled and nickered into the stag's fur. He could not have imagined the sensations: the sound of the well-lubricated bulb as it tore in and out...the feeling of it squeezing through his just-too-small hole on each thrust...the fullness, the glorious fullness when it was inside. Every time he had shot a look at the dogs in the village, admiring what they carried between their legs, or felt jealous of the bitches they mounted, it was this he had been imagining. This wolf was fulfilling every secret desire he had.

The lupine's berserk mating was strong enough to emulate the horse's thrusting too, and all the creatures now moved in unison, Isaac's cock sliding in and out easily of his own personal deer sleeve as the wolf fucked him. A haze descended on Isaac's mind, the force of it all overpowering him and rendering him helpless; simply a vessel to be used, rutted and filled. The temples of Beinir walk among us. Below him, rocking back and forth, the stag was whispering his own prayer."Beinir, lover of the world, receive our offering." His body gripping Isaac's member again, and Isaac groaned. But this time, he did not relent. The hold was maintained. "Fill me, Isaac," he said, his voice just this side of a command. "Mark me as yours, stallion of Beinir. Let my body feel your heat again. And you, beast of Beinir, mark him in turn." Isaac was only too happy to accede and released the control he'd been holding over his climax, even as he felt the wolf knot him a final time and pull them closer together with his legs. It was time.

They were animated now by a spirit of lust: preternaturally attuned to one another's bodies. Their orgasms crested, building constructively to reach a peak greater than the sum of its parts, and consumed them all. Each called out according to his kind, and far away, a woodcutter paused in confusion at the sound of wolf, stag and stallion shattering the air with their cries. On and on it went, until the woodcutter dropped his axe in fear, and fled from the lusty spirits filling the forest.

Later, in the clearing, the three avatars lounged. The sun was lowering; their lovemaking had consumed much of the day. The wolf lay on his side, his leg in the air, as Isaac suckled lazily on one of his testicles and scratched his belly. The stag rested alongside them on one arm, watching them and occasionally swirling a finger about in Isaac's puffy hole. He fed the extracted cum to the wolf, who licked it off as if it was a delicacy. Time passed. Isaac finally huffed in quiet happiness, releasing his gentle suction on the wolf's stone and looking over at Tior with an arch look.

"You frightened off the boar I was hunting earlier," he said. Tior gave him a blank stare back. "The boar. I was hunting." He looked over at the woods. "I don't even know where my bow is...we need to eat, Tior. Does Beinir feed us, too?" Tior scoffed and tapped him gently on the nose.

"The young are foolish, no? You will learn. Others will feed us, Isaac. We shall return to the monastery, and they will know us by our mark." He pointed to his golden eyes. "We shall be cared for, and pass our days in service to Beinir, as he intends."

The stallion lay back in the grass and stared upwards. "And the beast?" The wolf looked up from licking himself, recognising his name.

"He shall accompany us. The triune god has three avatars, after all."

Isaac nodded. "And thereafter?" In truth, he had a good idea, but it pleased him to hear it spoken by his handsome new brother.

Tior smiled. "There is no more thereafter for us now." He crawled slowly over to Isaac and nestled into the crook of his arm; the stallion rested his head against him. "We shall worship Beinir with our bodies for as long as he wishes, my stallion. I pray that is a very, very long time indeed." The wolf whined and joined them, settling heavily on Isaac's fetlocks. Isaac flicked his ear and the wolf snapped good-naturedly at him, before nuzzling in closer to Isaac, who rested an arm across his ruff. "We shall study his word most attentively and seek deeper understanding of him...and of one another. Most particularly, one another."

The three avatars of Beinir dozed off in the twilight, wrapped in each other's arms, and dreamed of joyous days to come.