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It was just another contract.

The frightened peasants had told us tall tales about some sort of forest demon coming at night to steal their cattle, some creature that made strange noises and left sharp claw marks on the doors of the houses it visited.

Nothing we hadn’t heard before, but then peasants scared easily. No demon or great spirit would step so low as to steal cattle, probably nothing more than a case of a couple of hexwolves and an excess of mulled wine on the part of the locals.

Not that hexwolves were easy prey, a single one of those beasts could tear a man apart easily. But we were specialists, we carried silver and belladonna, the fear that froze regular men in place would have no effect on us and the promises of power and servitude these beasts offered gave us no pause.

We set up base in the local inn, taking over their main hall to coordinate our search with some modicum of comfort and an ample supply of cold beer the innkeeper was not that eager to part with, but we convinced him would surely help us deal with the beast quicker. It also helped that we immediately became a local attraction, the peasants came at all times to gawk at us and the exotic gear we carried.

We expected to be there for only a couple of days, just track the cursed beasts, kill it, take a nice trophy or two, and pack. One week later, things were starting to get awry.

“Bad news, Adam,” Peter walked in out of the night rain, spilling water everywhere, distress palpable in his voice. “Lena and Christine haven’t come back yesterday.”

“This is bad, Peter, really bad,” I muttered while pouring over the map of the region open on the table. “They wouldn’t spend the night alone on the forest, something must be keeping them…”

“We still going in?” He looked at me with supplicant eyes, but I couldn’t identify what he really wanted, to stay or to run. Lena was his wife and while the worry about her seemed to weight on his shoulders, he was starting to have doubts about this contract too.

“Of course, we can’t leave them behind! Whatever took them might be keeping them prisoner, there’s a chance we might rescue them if we move now, but if we retreat for reinforcements, then they are good as dead. Get Charles and gear up, we move by sunrise, we still have Mary as a scout. With the three of us escorting her the beast won’t have a chance.”

This was bad, but that was the nature of a contract. They called upon us when nothing else could solve their problems, if that had been some ghoul or hedgewitch they would have solved it by themselves with torches and pitchforks.

Still, losing two of our scouts at once was distressing. Lena and Christine were trained scouts, their magical talents honed and trained to locate and track monsters with eldritch precision. They couldn’t carry silver weapons since those would interfere with their magic, but even without it the two should have been able to escape from whatever trouble they found.

“Is Mary all right?” Peter asked.

“You know her,” I chuckled. “She just came back, must be taking a bath on the back. I told her we might need to get a couple more scouts to help us track this thing.”

“Yeah, and what she said?”

“That I should go back to hunting humans if I was so afraid of the woods. She also might have tried to bite me.”

“Sounds like Mary,” he laughed. “I will get Charles ready and you go talk with her. She really won’t like it.”

“Yeah, the three of them are really close,” I mused, still looking over the map and the big blank space where the two of them went exploring and disappeared, most of the area was completely unknown to the locals.

“I just hope Charles won’t have drunk too much last night, you know how he can be when Christine is not around.”

I sighed deeply, since their marriage Charles and Christine had a complicated relationship. As a result, whenever Christine wasn’t around, Charles would end up drinking too much.

“Sober him up! I don’t mind if you need to shove all the healing potions we have down his throat. And for god’s sake, make sure he doesn’t forget the explosive charges this time. We don’t want a repeat of the werewolf incident.”

I left him in the Inn and went to find Mary on the back, finishing her bath. She was undressed, drying herself with a white towel, making no attempt to cover herself when she heard me walking in.

“What?” She asked without turning to face me, bending down to dry her legs and giving me a perfect view of her tanned ass. My cock was hard despite all the troubles in my mind, Mary had this effect on me even after two years of marriage.

“Lena and Christine haven’t come back,” I forced myself back into business, later we could celebrate when we were all reunited. “We don’t know what happened exactly…”

“We are going to rescue them,” she cut me, it wasn’t a question or an order, just a plain statement of a fact. “I knew there was something wrong, no hexwolf is this hard to track.”

“You are right,” I sighed, she often was. “I should have called for reinforcements from the start.”

“No use in brooding now,” she finally turned around to look at me, drying her small, perky breasts. “We move in fast, drag their asses out of whatever mess they got in and then later we can worry about it.”

Mary wasn’t like the other girls, mostly because she had been raised by wolves. Christine and Lena had come from noble families, their talents found out during the early age testing and then honed in the Arcane Academy, both were talented and capable women, some of the best scouts I had served with.

But Mary? We had first meet her when hunting for manticores in the Southern Reach, she was a wild girl, barely eighteen and brought down a manticore with nothing but her own hands. We brought her in with us thinking she could be the lost daughter of someone in the village, but no one recognized her. She ended following us around and showing herself as an impressive huntress and tracker.

Her magic was untrained and wild, sometimes unpredictable and definitely weird. She had never learned the basics of arcane equations or theorems, but could weave spells with a naturality that most mages could only dream off.

“I thought you would say that.”

“Then why you bother asking?” she pinned me down with a glare, even naked she emanated a dangerous, ferocious aura.

Mary put on a white cotton vest, not caring about tying it properly so that her breasts were almost escaping, her hard nipples pressed against the fabric. “We fucked it up, but later we can worry about what it means, now we rescue our friends and kill whoever hurt them!”

“We are moving in a couple hours, as soon as the sun rises. You can get ready?” I asked, but I could see the murderous gleam in her eyes.

Mary had a very simple code of morals, she was deeply loyal to anyone she considered part of her family, ready to do anything to keep them safe. She was the kind of woman that showed affection not by gifts or affection, but by killing your enemies.

“We are going hunting,” she smiled.

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We moved into the forest, Mary moving ahead following the girl’s tracks with her magical abilities and natural talent. We kept close, wary of every shadow as we haven’t been in many years, clutching our weapons as if we could be jumped by demons at any moment.

Charles came on the back, carrying a large crossbow loaded with powerful silver spikes. He had sobered up pretty quickly the moment he heard about Christine being in trouble, even with all their troubles he cared deeply for her.

We followed a winding track through the forest, whatever Lena and Christine had been tracking had taken them all over the place. Finally, Mary took us out of the dense jungle and into a clearing in the middle of the forest.

“Hellfire!” Peter mouthed as we took in the view of the place. There was a lake in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by stone pillars as tall as a man and carved with strange runes. Offerings of bones hang from the trees that surrounded the clearing, marking this territory as place humans weren’t welcome.

This place was wrong in a deep and fundamental manner, our human presence angered it. Mary was feeling it too, being a scout, she was better attuned to the arcane energies around us than most mortals.

“This is where their trail ends,” she spoke calmly, but there was an unusual edge in her voice.

Peter and Charles looked around, trying to hide their jitters, clutching their weapons tightly and whispering prayers of protection.

“Fu…Fuck!” Charles stammered, almost dropping his crossbow. “This is not good…”

“You think?” Mary laughed it off, but she was nervous too. I handed her the bottle of wine; some alcohol would help renew our bravery.

She took the bottle and took a long swig out of it, before passing it to Charles.

“This is the place, the track of the girls ends here,” Mary declared to the two. “Whatever took them is here, but it won’t come out until its night.”

“That’s not just some cursed beast,” I said aloud what we were all thinking. “The peasants haven’t told us the whole story, there’s no way a creature so powerful would be killing cattle. We will set defenses here and deal with it tonight!”

Peter nodded cautiously, his eyes never leaving the lake. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, we need reinforcements! This is too big, we were here to hunt hexwolves, not this!”

Mary glared at him. “You can go then if you are so afraid, I’m staying.”

“You are one crazy bitch!” Peter replied angrily.

“Hey, that’s my wife you are talking about!” I interjected, standing between the two of them

“Well, your wife is a crazy bitch that was raised by wolves and will get all of us killed!”

“And you will abandon your wife to be killed and cowardly run away!” Mary retorted.

Charles took a step back, wary of the discussion.

“We stay,” I commanded. “We set up our defenses and wait for whatever it is. If any of you want to abandon this expedition, now is the time!”

I didn’t want to show in front of the other men, but I was scared. Getting them to work helped their moods, focusing on setting up the camp helped them forget the incoming threat.

Charles set up a fire while Peter started brewing the potions, we would be ready for whatever could come at us.

Mary came back a couple hours later with three dead bunnies for our dinner. Charles cleaned and prepared the bunnies as best as he could with our resources. Our meal was tense and silent as the sun was setting down, something dangerous was coming and we didn’t know if we were prepared.

Mary washed herself and came back already wearing her leather armor, it hugged her body tightly. It was an incredible tense and dangerous moment, but I couldn’t deny my own arousal at seeing her like that, geared up and ready for combat, beautiful like a sword.

“Pass the wine,” she told me and I obliged. She took her place near the fire as we devoured our dinner.

We kept watch for the night in shifts, me and Peter were on the first shift as the others rested. We stood in silence, the tension of the night getting to us as we made some coffee over the dying embers of the fire.

Twenty minutes into our shift something tripped one of our snares, we glanced at each other and without losing a single heartbeat we dashed ahead, weapons on the ready.

It was Lena, the blonde scout was still wearing her bracers and boots, but her chest was completely naked. I couldn’t avoid looking at her full and firm breasts and then down to her pussy, with the sudden realization that there was semen dripping out of her cunt, sliding down her thighs.

“Lena, my love!” Peter moved ahead, dropping his weapon and ready to embrace the woman. “You don’t know how worried I was! We thought you had been taken by…”

Peter was stopped in his tracks by Lena’s cold stare, she kept him at a distance effortlessly with one arm that rippled with eldritch strength.

“Don’t touch me, human,” she almost growled. “I don’t want your filthy hands touching me!”

“Dear, you don’t recognize me?”

“Of course I do, husband,” she almost spit the word. “But I don’t wish to be touched by something weak and pathetic.”

“Lena, what are you saying?! What happened?” Peter begged.

“The Mother of the Forest found us,” she growled. “She whispered to us old secrets of the world and revealed us our truth. I was drawn to the hexwolves, bonded with them by hunting and devouring the White Stag! You can’t imagine it, Peter, the feel of the hunt, the warm blood in my hands! We fucked that night, me and the hexwolves, they took me as one of them!”

She pushed him back and from the shadows we could see the silhouette of a hexwolf emerging. It was the biggest hexwolf I had ever seen, the black fur marked with green runes, the unholy fusion of flesh and wood that took the shape of a wolf growling lowly towards me and Peter.

“This is my alpha, Peter, only he and his pack fuck me now,” Lena kneeled at the side of the wolf, taking its mouth in a hungry kiss.

In front of us, Lena caressed the head of the wolf, lowering herself into all fours without any hesitation and the wolf without needing any more incentive was mounting her. The hexwolf glared at us, its eyes glowing red in the night, it’s growl was soft and destructive, daring any of us to approach them. Its cock was sliding out of the sheath, a hard, sharp length of red flesh gleaming with precum already, the knot growing with its arousal.

The hexwolf bared its teeth, raising its red eyes towards us so we could see the savage and warped lust glowing inside of its cursed body. Lena turned her head around and took the hexwolf into a passionate kiss, their tongues twining and coiling passionately, stoking lust inside of her. She pulled the hexwolf’s body against hers, eager for its hard cock.

The hexwolf hard cock slipped into her pussy easily. She was dripping wet, wetter than I had ever seen any woman before. Shock rippled across her body with every powerful, rough thrust of the hexwolf, in moments Lena was screaming and moaning aloud.

“Fuck me,” she grunted, her voice low and animalistic.

The hexwolf fucked her hard and fast, pounding into her dripping wet cunt.

“Lena!” Peter still called trying to approach her, but the hexwolf growled at him, showing its sharp teeth. “What are you doing?

“Being fucked,” she moaned loudly toward us. “Fuck, Peter, this is so good! I never imagined sex could be this amazing!”

Peter couldn’t reply, he was completely lost to words, watching the hexwolf mount his wife in front of him, I couldn’t deny there was something deep inside of me that found this weirdly arousing.

Lena curved her back, rising her ass to the hexwolf that unrelentingly pounded at her pussy. The red cock fucked her deep and hard, a wild, bestial rhythm that drove Lena into a mindless, moaning pleasure. Her body trembled and she drooled with pleasure, dripping wet as the hexwolf kept stroking hard and rough, forcing its knot inside of her until they were both tied together.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, fuck me!” She cried out loud. “I’m a bitch now, Peter!”

She raised her eyes, looking at us as the hexwolf bit her shoulder to pin her down.

“Do you see this, Peter? You see his cock in my pussy?” She moaned the question, her eyes turning with the pleasure.

“Uh-huh,” Peter grunted.

“It’s so good, better than any human could fuck me! I want its puppies, Peter”

“Lena…,” was all Peter could say before being interrupted by her loud moans and the hexwolf growls.

“I can’t go back anymore, Peter, I’m a bitch now and I never want another human cock inside of me! The hexwolves take me every night now, Peter, all those bestial cocks inside of me have broken me!”

Her whole body was trembling with a mind shattering orgasm, she was whimpering and moaning like a true bitch in heat, but the hexwolf kept pouding, not satisfied yet.

“What if I come to visit you tomorrow? Would you like that, Peter? Would you like it if your wife came to see you after being fucked by the hexwolves? My cunt will be dripping with their cum, my whole body will be marked with their scent. Every part of me completely corrupted,” she rambled on, her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip, lost in lust.

“Yes,” Peter admitted with great shame. “I want that!”

My cock got harder and harder as Lena moaned loudly into another orgasm. Her eyes shot open; a passionate, wicked fire burned in them as she looked at Peter as the hexwolf kept pounding.

“Oh yes, promise it! You will lick their cum out of my pussy! You will care for my puppies!”

“Yes, yes, oh yes,” Peter agreed excitedly.

“I want them to fuck me, Peter, and I want you to watch as the hexwolves make me their bitch every night.”

She howled into the night as the hexwolf came inside of her as if to declare to the whole forest that she was now taken, fucked. Her body tensed with another orgasm, a powerful and blissful, the hexwolf’s cum dripping of her cunt as the beast pulled out it still hard cock. It looked at us in defiance and as if gloating.

Peter fell to his knees in front of the hexwolf, looking from the cursed beast to his wife, still recovering from the rough fucking.

I felt paralyzed in place, incapable of moving, just watching at the bizarre scene and waiting to be awakened up from this nightmare.

To be Continued…