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Kory and the Bestial Act 2013 Gren Drake

Hours passed as they walked, the sun continuing its journey across the sky to disappear behind the trees. They didn't talk during this time; the memory of how it felt when his horns cut into Rupert's body continuing to press itself forward in Kory's mind. He was grateful for the way he had to focus on forcing his way through the dense foliage. As the stronger of the two, even if rather lacking in hands, he was leading the way along the bank of the stream. He could feel the brush on the banks scrape across his hide and pull at his mane, but it did little actual harm to him.

That he had no clothes to be ruined by the brambles was also, perhaps, a blessing, though one he would admit only grudgingly. He kept the thick tail his new body had come with pressed down tightly to the backs of his thighs. The one advantage to his overly horizontal stature was that at least he wasn't as exposed as he would have been if he'd still been human. Still, every now and again he would pause and glance back, wondering just how concealed his sheath was.

As they traveled Angela was picking edible plants and berries, stashing them in a makeshift bag made from a torn-off piece of her robe. Her tail, the only visible mark of what the mage had done to her, could be seen sticking out below the bottom of the robe; its tuft of fur caught on all manner of debris from the ground as they traveled.

That she was finding the food was especially good; Kory had never spent too much time in the woods and had only a limited knowledge of the plants, but he could feel his belly start rumbling as they traveled. At least he'd been kidnapped and cursed in late summer when there was plentiful food available.

There was a mumbled curse behind him as a bramble that had scraped over his hide caught on Angela's robe, tearing it slightly. By now the material was full of tiny rips.

"This is not appropriate clothing for the area," she told him as he glanced back at her.

"At least you've got some. I still feel naked." The situation was not improved by the way he doubted he'd be able to find any clothing even if they were in a major city. There just was no clothing made for quadrupeds.

"You are naked. And frankly I'm tempted to join you, at least until we get out of this area."

They could have gone around the dense patch and the brambles, but neither wanted to risk losing the stream. It was small and hard enough to see when they were almost on top of it.

"You won't get any objections from me." Being naked was different when it was by choice. Besides, he liked being able to admire her body, even if it did mean going through brambles.

"Hypocrite." She told him. He refrained from explaining his reasons. Admitting he wanted to stare at her naked body wouldn't improve her reaction. "But this is the only I've got and it's not exactly designed as outdoor wear."

Kory snorted. "More than I'm likely to get. If I don't speak up everyone's just going to think I'm some animal. You sure you can't manage to make a loincloth at least? You did a good job with that bag." At least he didn't have the collar anymore; though it could probably be called clothing, it did nothing for his modesty and made him look even more like a beast.

"Yes, I am. The bag was hard enough and I don't have that much robe left." She sighed. "Besides, you'd look ridiculous in one. And what would you do when you needed to don or doff it? Have an assistant follow you everywhere?"

He gave a half-hearted snort, his head drooping. His eyes caught sight of his forepaws and he knew she was right about that; anything he could wear that would provide for his modesty would get in the way when he needed to, say, relieve himself. It would change him from a fully-able animal to an invalid.

"Hold up a moment," she said and he heard a rustling in the bushes. Glancing back he saw her pulling stuff out for the bag. He almost settled to his haunches but remembered the prickly ground cover just in time. He didn't want to set his sensitive flesh against that. At least his feet seemed to have some kind of thick padding.

But the automatic action reminded him of just how little difference was left between him and the animals of the forest. It was only the ability to speak and his distinct lack of woods lore that set him apart. That most animals did have survival skills did nothing to improve his mood.

It only took a moment before they continued on their way once more. He did not continue the conversation as they walked, nor did he pay any great attention to their surroundings. Everything seemed intent on reminding him of how his life had been changed and he wanted no part of it. The only bright part was his hope for a cure. All they had to do was reach a mage.

* * *

It wasn't much later that they found the clearing. Kory, not paying a whole lot of attention to where they were going beyond making sure he was following the stream, nearly fell off the small cliff and had to spend a moment scrabbling at the edge to avoid taking a tumble.

It had grown dark enough that he had to peer into the darkness, at first mistaking the lack of trees on the other side of the drop for them being merely hidden in the darkness.

"There's a clearing here," he said. "At least, I think so. There's a bit of a drop first, though." Improved night vision was not one of the animal traits he had gained and he found himself trying to spot the ground and rather failing at this.

Angela walked up beside him, looking down. After a moment she swung down, holding onto the top of the ledge with her hands.

"It's not that far," she said. There was a splash. "Though we do seem to be at the edge of a lake." A moment later he saw her stand up. Though she wasn't next to the miniature cliff he didn't think it was more than chest high on her. "There's more than enough room at the edge for us to stop for the night and I think that'd be a good idea before it gets any darker than it already is."

Given that Kory was already having trouble seeing where he was going, stopping had definite appeal. He edged up the edge of the cliff than tried to clamber down, but only ended up in falling, splashing in the fairly shallow water at the bottom. Once he'd gotten back to his feet the chilly water only lapped at his belly.

He followed Angela out of the water then shook, spraying water around him. It wasn't until he heard Angela's shout that he realized what he was doing and forced himself to stop. The embarrassment burnt at his cheeks, but he took comfort in knowing that it would be hidden in the dark.

"Give me a moment, I'll see if I can get some firewood," she told him, disappearing into the darkness. He started to offer his help, but then dropped to the ground instead, laying his head on his forepaws. What could he offer to do, carry bits of wood in his mouth? The thought turned his stomach. It was another thing he couldn't do, something denied to him by the bestial form Rupert had forced on him. Not, admittedly, that he wanted to gather firewood, but it still rankled.

He stared into the darkness as he waited for Angela to get the fire going. After a moment he realized he was thirsty and stood to walk over to the lake, but such a simple task as drinking hammered home his changes; even if he'd been able to cup his hands, he would still have been reduced to lapping at it. At least it was dark; no one would see him lapping at the lake. He dripped his muzzle into the water, unsurprised that his body seemed to know exactly what to do.

He had just finished when he heard Angela's voice. "I've got a fire going! Finish up there and we'll eat."

With a final glare at the lake he turned and started back to where he could see the dim glow of a fire starting. Moments later Kory had flopped to his side, belly to the fire in the hope that its meager heat would get rid of what dampness remained. He made sure as he did this that the upper thigh concealed his sheath from sight; it was nothing that Angela hadn't already seen, even touched, but being so exposed was still not comfortable.

He heard more than saw Angela separating out part of the food, using the book she'd been carrying to keep his portion off the ground.

There was no way he was going to be able to pick it up-most of the food consisted of small berries-though perhaps with more practice he could learn to, but their scant food supply did not seem like the place to start nor did he allow himself to think of how long it would take to learn. There was no way he was going to think about being stuck in the body of a beast for years.

After a momentary thought to ask her to feed him he took a careful bite of the pile, getting a mouthful of assorted stuff. As much as he didn't want to eat off the ground like an animal, neither did he want to be feed like some kind of pet. At least the first option still maintained some kind of independence.

"I couldn't even help get the fire going," he said a couple mouthfuls later. There wasn't much food left, but he didn't intend to let any of it go to waste.

"You could have helped gather the wood. Even without hands you could carry it in your mouth, perhaps-"

"Ugh!" he interrupted. He could imagine the taste and feel of mossy, slimy wood in his mouth all too easily. Not to mention the idea of accidentally swallowing stray pieces or insects.

"Or perhaps I could have rigged something up so you could hold it on your back; you could carry a lot more than me that way. Besides," even in the low light of the fire he could see her lean forward, "do you even know how to start a fire?"

They had not been traveling long, but it was enough for him to demonstrate his complete lack of wilderness skills. Before being kidnapped that had been the last thing on his mind.

"No," he admitted after a brief silence, "but I could learn that. I can't learn to use limbs I haven't got."

He sighed, dropping his head to the ground once more and staring at the now empty surface of the book. "You know, sometimes I really wish that Rupert had just finished the job. A human mind does not belong in the body of a beast."

"Some might say you should be glad to have what you've got. Perhaps if you try to look at what you do have."

"Such as?"

"Well, you're alive."

"Hah!"

"You're able bodied."

"Not by human standards."

"You're-"

"This isn't helping. It's just reminding me of what I don't have."

"If you're so set on being a beast then, perhaps you should just act the part. You've said yourself that people will mistake you for one easy enough, if you act the part how'll they know any differently? And maybe if you keep at it long enough even you'll forget the difference."

She turned away from him and resumed eating. She was eating more slowly than he had, perhaps because she didn't have to take big bites and could eat it a piece at a time. With none of his own share left he settled his head on his forepaws and watched her eat.

"Well," she said when she had nearly finished, "you're certainly getting a good start to your act."

He did not reply, but continued to watch her. For the most part her back was to him, but he could see part of the side of her breast, or at least the thin robe covering it. And the way she was eating struck him as overly sensual. That said, he suspected watching her do much of anything in the firelight would seem sensual. He felt his loins stir at the image and wished that there was a better way to keep it from being so obvious.

Kory raised his head, looking at her. "I don't suppose..." he began, but his voice trailed off. He shifted his hind leg forward further to hide his body's increasing reaction to her.

"Yes?" She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. The way her body was twisted gave him an ever better view of the robe flowing over her breast and it was easy to picture what it would look like below the fabric. He had seen it exposed before, making it easy to picture in his mind, but somehow the fabric made it all the more erotic, especially since the damage to the material wasn't visible in the dim light. The view wasn't doing anything to help with his growing erection.

"Sorry, never mind," he said. Not now. Besides, he still had a girlfriend provided she wanted anything to do with him when he got back.

He saw the end up her tail thump once against the ground as he rolled away from the fire so that he wouldn't have to worry about slipping up and revealing his body's reaction.

"You know," she said. "If you really want to improve your bestial act you might consider taking care of that like an animal would; by yourself."

Clearly he hadn't manage to hide his hard shaft well enough. Thankfully facing away from her also hid the burning embarrassment in his cheeks.

"How exactly?" He looked at his forepaws with their rough pads and hard, if blunt, claws. "It's not like I have hands."

"That isn't quite what I was thinking of." He heard her shift position, but refused to look at her. Unfortunately, no further explanation seemed fore coming and he eventually gave in and rolled enough to look at her, head tilted and upside down.

"What then?"

She didn't reply right away, just looking at him and shaking her head for a moment. "I meant you could use your tongue."

"Ugh! I can't bend like that!" Certainly he'd seen animals do that, true, but it hardly seemed possible that he'd be able to. Besides, the thought of putting his mouth around a cock, even his own, did not appeal to him in the slightest.

"Are you sure?"

He glanced down between his legs, belatedly realizing that his position was more exposed than he realized. He rolled back down onto his side, facing away from Angela once more. His cock almost vanished in the darkness. A shame it couldn't vanish from his awareness just as easily.

Deciding not to reply, he just laid on the ground and did his best to sleep, despite the hard shaft between his legs.

* * *

Hours passed and the darkness grew complete around him, especially as the fire died down to embers. His arousal, unfortunately, did not die down. He wished he had hands to take care of it with; though it rather more public than he might have liked with Angela right there he was pretty sure she was sleeping. Certainly she was stretched out on the ground and he hadn't heard her move in quite a while.

He rolled onto his side, doing his best to make no noise. Though the remains of the fire cast almost no light, it was enough that his eyes, adjusted to the darkness, could make out his own body.

Tentatively, as if the action was going to a flurry of complaints, he lifted his hind leg. His cock was visible, partially erect. It poked out of his sheath and lay innocuously on his leg. To his surprise it looked nearly unchanged from when he'd been human, though it seemed quite stiff given that it was barely half exposed. Nearly unchanged because even in the darkness it had a red tint to it.

Pushing his snout towards it he found himself clawing at the ground with his forepaw, tearing it up. And the closer he got to his cock the slower his approach became. He stared at the partially exposed shaft wondering if he really wanted to do this. If he even could.

Then his nose bumped into his cock and his nostrils were filled with a mild musk. And while his cock was not fully erect he could tell it was definitely hard and totally unbending.

He twisted his head, forcing his tongue out and running it over the ridge of his glans and was surprised when it was suddenly pushing against his lips, reacting quickly to his touch. He parted his jaws and allowed his glans between his lips.

Surprisingly his cock didn't have much of a taste, no different than if he'd licked his thigh. Not that he'd spent much time licking himself. But what it lacked in taste in made up for in sensation, rapidly pushing its way deeper into his mouth.

It felt good, really good. His tongue's moist embrace was unlike anything he could have achieved with hands alone. His cock grew rapidly, as though in some carnal race, eager for the warm interior of his mouth. He indulged this desire with his tongue, wrapping it around the hard shaft and running it over the surface.

His eyes drifted closed, his thoughts gradually replaced by the sensations running through his body. It wasn't like there was anything he hadn't seen before, though not from quite as close up.

His head bobbed on his shaft, pulling more of its length into his mouth. But even as he was increasingly distracted by the sensations, he made sure to keep his jaws as far apart as he could while still being able to wrap his lips around his cock. Even as it was, he occasionally felt the tip of a tooth brush against the sensitive flesh of his shaft.

It was not long before he felt the skin of his sheath bumping up against his lips, being pushed back. And if his cock seemed a bit oddly shaped at the base, well, there would be time enough to investigate that later. Whatever the reason, it did nothing to stifle the pleasure he was experiencing.

Though his efforts had been by no means slow, they had been continuously speeding up, his tongue now moving quite rapidly over his saliva-coated shaft. Occasional bits of saliva ran down his chin, dripping unnoticed onto his thigh.

A salty flavour suddenly appeared on his shaft, drawing him out of his euphoric state long enough to realize that his heart was pounding in a chest that rumbled continuously with a soft growl. If his tongue hadn't been so busy with his cock, there was no doubt that it would have been hanging out, panting. Even as it was, his breath was rapid, filling his nose with his own, increasingly strong musky smell.

His balls, ignored in this effort, were drawing up against his loins, preparing to spill their seed. The thought of semen in his mouth was unsettling, though not nearly enough so to stop or even slow his actions. There was no way he could stop; he was right at the edge, eager to spill his seed even if it was into his own mouth.

Even the realization that the base of his cock had swollen up didn't stop him. Indeed, wrapping his tongue around that bulge and especially around the base, only pushed him along faster. It was as if the world existed solely of his race for orgasm.

Then he achieved release, tension flowing from his body like water. The momentarily spell of perfection was broken only as a glob of bitter, salty semen struck the roof of his mouth, followed by several more. His head jerked back in shock, his tongue coming free of his cock as he stared at his shaft. Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he would actually achieve his climax and that it would have its normal physical results.

Pulling back his head turned out to be a mistake; it didn't stop his loins from spending his seed, but meant that rather than landing in his mouth it splattered across his snout instead, some even landing on his eyelid. He blinked, feeling his seed settle in the crevices of his eyelid, but then slammed his eyelid shut before any got in it.

It took far longer for his body to finish spending itself; he managed to shift so that his seed landed on the ground rather than himself, but even with that his snout felt absolutely covered in it.

Once he no longer felt his shaft throb with the passage of his seed he cautiously opened his eyes. His cock was still hard and, even in the dim light, he could see that the bulge he'd felt at the base of his shaft was best described as just that: a bulge. There was no way to see it clearly in the darkness but he had to wonder if that was something Rupert had done, or the start of some other kind of problem. He really didn't want more problems.

He licked a bit of semen from his lips. The taste was already strong in his mouth and he barely noticed the flavour from his lips.

Angela's voice shocked him; he had entirely forgotten she was there. "I'd recommend nipping down to the lake to clean off, but I think it'd be best to wait until morning when we can actually see. It's really too dark to go investigating just now."

Kory looked over to where she was laying and saw that she had propped her head up on her arm and was watching him. With a sigh he forced himself to his feet. Semen that had found its way onto his foreleg entirely failed to run down his leg, instead congealing in place as cold, wet blobs. As was the semen everywhere else.

But despite the unpleasant feel of his seed congealing on his body and fur he suppressed the desire to run down to the lake. The experience had certainly been an enjoyable one, perhaps even more than anything he'd felt using his hands, at least before the last bit, but he suspected he could deal better with that by waiting to pull his head away. But was that really something he wanted to do again? To bask in bestial pleasure?

Despite Angela's warning, he walked down to the lake shore, picking his steps carefully. Once there he dipped his head into the water and rubbed at it with one forepaw. This accomplished little more than getting his head and foot wet; it was going to take far more to get himself clean.

Reluctantly he turned and headed back to their camp, the dim embers of the fire just bright enough to lead the way. It was going to take far more than just splashing around in the dark to get clean, especially when he could only find the lake by standing in it.

He stretched out on the ground several feet from where he'd been before, or at least, where he thought he'd been before. He had no desire to sleep in pools of semen; there was enough of that on him as it was.

Slowly, he drifted off into sleep.

* * *

Morning arrived with the sounds of birds and the bright, cheery sun overhead in a cloudless sky. It was a day of new beginnings.

That the previous night's meal had consumed their entire food supply somewhat ruined this effect. Kory woke to a rumbling stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it. And he had woken in the same bestial shape he'd had for at least the past couple of days. Still, it was a beautiful day.

He raised his head, looking around their small camp and seeing it for the first time. The clearing was surprisingly large with the otherwise thick vegetation pressed thoroughly into the ground. The lake they'd originally discovered was visible, shimmering in the sun. The small ledge he'd almost fallen off ran about a third of the way around with the stream forming a small waterfall that flowed smoothly into the lake.

Angela was not near the remains of their fire, but he quickly spotted her in the lake. He stood and shook the lethargy of sleep off himself before walking down to join her. He could still feel where the remains of the previous night's activities remained, no more pleasant for having dried overnight.

Angela was standing waist-deep in the water, her wet hair running freely down her back. She wasn't wearing her robe, and he admired her back as he approached. Her tail flowed down her buttocks, partially obscured by the ripples created every time she moved. It drifted lazily in the water, looking spectacular even if it did prevent him from seeing anything more intimate. She turned to look at him, giving him a partial view of one breast.

"Come on in." She gave him a smile. "I'll help you get cleaned up."

That was an offer he couldn't refuse. He waded into the water cautiously, a chill running through him as he did. The water wasn't exactly cold, but it definitely wasn't warm. He probed each step carefully as he walked, testing his footing constantly. The lake bottom was covered in rocks that were slippery with green stuff. Before he'd encountered the mage Rupert, when he'd been human, he had not done much swimming and he had no idea how well he would manage now.

As he got closer to Angela he started having to hold his head up to keep it clear of the water; he was more massive than Angela, but his overly horizontal posture left his head lower, closer to the water's surface. On the bright side, it gave him an excuse to stare up at her exposed breasts and that was not something he was going to complain about.

"Here." As she spoke she ran her fingers through his mane, massaging his back. It wasn't one of the areas that had his semen had dried on, but it felt good. He stretched out, but this caused his feet to slip on the rocky lake bottom. His head plunged under as his feet scrambled for purchase. His mouth opened in an unconscious gasp and he only barely managing to avoid inhaling a lungful of water. But air had escaped his lungs without being replaced and they burned with the need to breathe.

Angela's arms wrapped around his neck and pulled up at him, but to no effect until finally one of his forefeet found a bit of clear rock and he pushed his head up into the air. As it broke the surface he gasped, bringing air into his screaming lungs. This calmed him enough to find his footing.

"Let's move up where it's shallower," Angela suggested. She rested her hand on his shoulder as they walked up, her fingers lightly rubbing the fur there. Closer to shore she sat on the lake bottom, leaving her head almost even with his own.

"Now, shall we get started?"

"Yes." His voice was still weak, his lungs still recovering from his earlier spill. He settled to his haunches in front of her, ducking his head into her hands as she reached for it. She guided it towards the water and Kory went along with it, though his eyes were increasingly focused on the water rather than her chest.

Her fingers brushed over his hide and fur as she briefly dunked his head. As she lifted it again he blinked, his eyes refocusing on her as her hands moved back, along his neck, rubbing it down, her fingers caressing his flesh. He could feel the tension leaving his body; it sagged as the stiffness he hadn't even been aware of faded. His eyes drooped closed and a soft growl rumbled through him.

"Don't you feel better now?" she asked.

"Mmm, yes," he muttered, not wanting to disturb the bliss he was filling with anything so crass as speech.

"Now that it's light, I noticed it looks like out campsite has seen frequent use. I think if we just wait a bit someone will stumble over us."

Kory nodded, too engrossed in the feel of her fingers rubbing him down to care what she was saying. Where they loosened his semen or the dirt of their travel to be swept away by the slight current of the lake it felt absolutely wonderful. And when they covered an area that had already been cleaned it was even better.

"I should be able to find enough food in the area to keep us for a few days, especially if I'm not trying to forage while we travel." Her arms slipped between his forelegs, teasing his chest with the touch of her fingers before taking a grip and pulling him forward. He shifted closer to her, placing his feet with care and the memory of slipping once already. His head rubbed against her shoulder and neck, though this delight was limited by the hard mass of a horn getting in the way.

"I think," she continued, "you'll find things will get better if you let them. I know it's a shock, especially with what Rupert did to your memory; you have to adjust to everything all over again." She rubbed his shoulder, gave it a pat, then leaned forward to grab his tail. It got pulled between his hind legs before she starting to rub it clean. Kory was willing to put up with the awkwardness of the position in exchange for the delight of her touch. "At least you don't need to repeat the physical adjustment; I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but I remember how much difficulty you had."

Despite having no memory of the event in question, Kory nodded. Aside from the fact that nodding caused him to rub his cheek against hers, he could easily imagine this being the case. It wasn't like he'd spent any time as a quadruped before meeting Rupert.

As she moved down its length, Angela continued pulling his tail towards her. Not in sharp, painful yanks but with a steady, even pressure that caused him to stumble forward slightly every little bit. His chest pressed against her shoulder, then slipped to the side so that their shoulders were adjacent. He rubbed his chin against her back as her hands slowly worked their way over his tail, making their way down to the end before beginning the return trip back to his tail's base. They didn't stop there, though, but continued, brushing along his testicles. One hand slipped free of his tail to cup and stroke his testicles where they'd been pulled tight to his body from exposure to the cool water then moved forward to stroke his sheath. He felt a light rumble begin in his chest at her touch, his hips squirming as her fingers lingered there.

"I didn't think you-" he began. The water wasn't far below his chin, plainly visible for him to see, and its clarity gave him a good view of her tail swishing gently against the lake bottom as she interrupted him.

"Well, I can hardly just skip getting some parts clean," she said. "It's not going to be what I'm sure you'd really like, but I imagine you'll find it enjoyable enough anyway."

He could feel himself becoming erect at her touch, his shaft extending into the chilly water. The extra sensitive flesh of his cock reacted strongly to the water and would likely have disappeared again just as quickly if not for the way her hand slipped over it, her fingers running brushing it and enticing it further out. A shiver ran through him, but rather than his shaft retreating, he thrust gently into her hands, his chest pushing forward against her from the motion.

"Careful! Don't knock me over." Her other hand slipped back, cupping his balls.

Kory focused his concentration on keeping his hips still; regardless of what he intended they wanted to thrust forward and bury his shaft in the welcoming embrace around it. His tail curled around tightly as he focused, part of its length brushing against her thigh.

"Relax!" she should him. Her hand slipped back, brushing against the inside of his thigh.

"It's rather difficult while you're, ah..." he trailed off, unsure what she was doing. Or at least, unsure what she was intended to do; what she was actually accomplishing was perfectly obvious.

"You want me to stop?" She let her hands fall away from him, leaving only the water's cool touch.

"No! I mean, don't worry about it. I look forward to being, ah, clean." He was pretty sure that was what she'd said she was doing originally. He'd been rather less distracted then and thus had paid more attention.

Once again he felt her hand on his sensitive flesh, now pushing back his sheath to expose his swelling knot. Her fingers explored it briefly before pushing his sheath back more, rubbing at it.

"You've got some interesting anatomy now," she commented. "I'm sure it will lead to some interesting times."

He snorted. "Only if I actually get a chance to use it. With another person that is." Despite her words, he felt his chest rumbling with a soft growl of approval. That probably had more to do with the way she was wrapping her fingers around the base of his knot. Her other hand held him still as its hips tried even harder to thrust against her.

Lifting one forepaw he placed it on her back, not sure whether to try to rub her considering the calloused pads of his feet, not to mention his claws. When he tried a bit of experimental rubbing he felt a shiver run through her, but she didn't tell him to stop. Not that he got much of a chance to do more.

She gave his shaft a stroke with her hand and he felt his eyes roll upwards in his head, his muscles tensing and his heart racing.

"I, I think I'm going to-"

"Eager, aren't you?"

Then a shudder ran through him and his cock throbbed in her grasp, spilling his seed into the lake. He was glad for the current, however slight, as it cleared his seed away and kept him from making a mess of himself again.

"Feel clean?" She slipped her hand back, wrapping her fingers around the base of his knot.

"Ah, yes," he said. "Very clean. Yes, definitely." He nuzzled her between the shoulders blades. Then something caught his eye and he looked up.

Standing on the shore near where they had camped was a human figure. It watched them motionlessly. Then, perhaps realizing it had been spotted, not admittedly a difficult prospect, it called out to them in a deep voice.

"Hello the lake! I didn't want to interrupt you."

* * *

Kory could feel Angela twisting around beside him as he stared mute at the figure on the shore. Multiple layers of thick leather hid most of the stranger's body and these were criss-crossed with plenty of deep scars. Weapons hung from him like leaves on a tree and were nearly as numerous. Especially noticeable was the large sword slung over his back, the long handle sticking up over his shoulder.

Standing not too far away from the figure was a donkey. It was loaded down with a range of packs and saddlebags, not to mention a healthy supply of weapons, but gave no sign that it noticed its burden. Instead, it was eyeing some bushes a few feet from where it was standing.

"Is everything all right out there?"

"Well enough for the moment," Angela replied and Kory felt her hand slip from his still throbbing cock. She spoke loudly and Kory flinched at the words; his ear was entirely too close for that volume. "But there are a few things we could use help with if it isn't a problem." She made no motion to stand, merely looking over her shoulder as she spoke. Kory took a few steps to the side and settled onto his haunches, doing his best to ignore the way his cock stuck out between his legs. With luck, between the distance to shore and the way the water's surface shimmered in the sun it wouldn't be visible.

Whoever the stranger was he seemed both confident and dangerous; he didn't even seem to notice the weight or bulk of the weapons and armour wrapped around him. If not for the way his donkey was loaded, Kory would have thought the man a bandit, but the sheer volume of weapons was more than he would have expected from a bandit or even a soldier. Or any single person, really.

"Perhaps we can trade assistances then," the man replied. "I'm not familiar with the area and am looking for someone going by the name of Rupert; he stole some property from the Council of Hunters."

A shudder ran through Kory's body that had nothing to do with the water's chill. He could only hope that he was far enough away or that the stranger wasn't paying enough attention to notice it. The Council of Hunters was a band of warriors that had taken it upon themselves to seek out and destroy dangerous magic and creatures. They answered to no one, not even kings, and acknowledged no boundaries.

"A mage?" Angela asked. "We were captured by a mage named Rupert. His spells changed both of us, though my companion," she gestured towards Kory, "was affected more than me. We escaped from where he was holding us less than a day ago."

"Then I'm glad to hear that you escaped. We'd had our eyes on this Rupert for some time before he made his move, but we hadn't expected him to break into our vaults and he escaped before we could stop him. Where is he now?"

"Dead. He summoned a demon he called Abbarax but fell into the circle he'd made." Kory was glad Angela didn't mention his part in that fall. It was better not to think about it that.

"Abbarax?" The hunter abruptly sat, his weapons clattering against each other. "You're sure about that? And he fell into Abbarax's grasp?"

"Rupert seemed to think he'd summoned Abbarax. And yes, he did."

"Then it seems I have no further need to concern myself with him; I can hardly do anything to him that Abbarax will not have. But I shall have to get in contact with the Council and let them know about Abbarax's presence."

"Then perhaps you have some clothes I could borrow? We fled in rather a hurry and Rupert had dressed me in a rather thin robe."

"Quite understandable." The hunter walked over to his donkey as he spoke. "I shall put some on the shore here and turn my back so you can dress. I hope they fit well enough. Tell me when you are dressed; I will need to hear your story to make my report."

As soon as the hunter's back was turned Angela stood and walked up onto the shore. As always, Kory stared at her rear as she walked, her tail swishing with every step. Once out of the water, the fluff on the end hung heavily and dripped rapidly. It was only as Angela got near to the man that Kory realized just how big the stranger was.

She sorted through the clothes he'd laid out quickly, pulling on a leather shirt and matching pants; both were too large for her, but Kory doubted the hunter would have anything that fit better. She was rather smaller than him, but then, Kory had seen very few people who weren't. The waistband of the pants hung below the base of her tail, causing that limb to stick backwards a short distance before it dangled downwards. She used a belt to tighten the pants enough that they stayed in place, this pulled around above her tail.

It took only a few moments for her to get dressed and by the time she told the hunter he could turn around she was clothed far more modestly than Kory could remember ever seeing her. And despite hiding much of her body from his sight, Kory found that she looked no less appealing in the leather.

While she was getting dressed he walked up onto the shore as well, feeling the water dripping off his body as he did. He made a point of standing a fair distance from the others before shaking himself dry. By the time he rejoined Angela she was already walking up the shore with the hunter.

They settled in a loose circle around where the fire had been. Though the traces of his night's 'fun' were dry and hardly visible he made a point of stretching out on the far side. That this put him closer to Angela than the hunter was to ether of them was just happy chance.

The position did allow him to see that when Angela had discarded her robe she'd dropped it directly over the book; the Black Grimoire was hidden from sight and, presumably, the hunter's knowledge.

"I'm called Vincent." The hunter introduced himself as they settled themselves down. He very nearly sat on a spot of dry semen, only missing by inches. "Tell me about your experience with Rupert."

Angela nodded and, after pausing only to introduce herself and Kory, launched into the story. As she spoke she played with her tail, running her fingers absently through the soaked fluff. Although Kory had seen Vincent's eyes flicker once to her tail that was the extent of his reaction; it was as though the hunter dealt with stranger things than a woman with a tail on a regular basis. Perhaps he did.

It was not a short telling and the hunter shared some breakfast from his donkey's packs as she spoke. The sun was well overhead by the time she finished. Once she had the hunter remained in silence, just looking between the two of them.

"I can't say I ever liked Rupert, but I don't know that he deserved what happened to him, even with everything he'd done. By the gods, what was he thinking, trying to control something like that? Really, Abbarax?" At the mention of the demon's name Kory saw a shiver run through Vincent which struck him as odd; as powerful and dangerous Abbarax might be, it was surely just another demon, the sort of thing the Council of Hunters had been formed to battle.

"What are you going to do about Abbarax?" Kory asked.

Vincent's gaze snapped to Kory, peering at him through narrowed eyes. "You can speak?" He asked after a moment. Angela had left him pretty much entirely out of her story and he hadn't seen fit to object; there were some things he would rather not have the credit for.

"No," Kory's tone was entirely serious. "Not at all."

The hunter chuckled then became serious once more. "I will do nothing. I am not qualified to battle such things on my own." Kory's eyes scanned Vincent's arsenal. "Only if Abbarax is directly and immediately putting lives in danger will I attempt anything. When I return to the village I shall contact my superiors. They will send a team to try and contain it."

Kory blinked, staring at the hunter. It was almost unheard of for hunters to work in teams, certainly not since the mage Azazoth tried to conquer the known world.

"I don't suppose we could come with you to the village?" Angela interjected. "We're a bit lost at the moment."

Vincent shrugged. "Sure. Come on, we'll head out now."

Neither Kory nor Angela had any gear to collect beyond the robe that Angela bundled up under her shoulder with the book still hidden inside so as soon as Vincent had reclaimed his donkey from the brush they started off into the forest once more, only now they had a guide.

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