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Cherno had gone out to shadier-looking cabins in the woods under more dubious circumstances. Cori had been asking him for a while, and it took him a while to realize she was asking him out. Spending some time alone with the giant pantheress looked risky on the surface for a cute buck like him, but he was her friend. Whether it was going to remain that way, as a relaxed friend-date or something a little more involved, that remained to be seen. He knew the enormous warrior woman could be a little intense about certain things. That much was clear as he sat sprawled out, his hooves up, sipping a nice blue drink while he idly watched her huff and sweat her way through a workout. It was better than most movies he’d seen. That impressive tall, powerful panther weaved from one dummy to another, striking fiercely, clawing, sometimes snarling with the effort. Yet it was all ever so controlled despite the apparent rage on display. Cherno watched her muscles ripple as she launched into a leaping attack. He took another sip, thoroughly entertained until Cori was done. “Ahh. You’ll have to forgive me. Regularly releasing all the rage keeps me sharp and focused,” she told him when she calmed down again, lightly panting, wiping her brow. “A hard-fought victory.” “A workout, at least. I’d hardly call thrashing these opponents a victory. But you are kind to say” She nudged one of the dummies to make it stand upright again. “I think it’s time I got out of all this armour.” She held out her arms, giving Cherno one last look at that intricate set of old-fashioned protective gear. It was a thing of beauty. Forged solid and sculpted to her strong frame, etched with intricate designs, and always polished to a sheen, it looked like a perfectly preserved piece of the past. How she even managed to stand up while hauling around that much weight, much less move around so nimbly, he had no idea. He just knew he was happy to see her stripping out of it, to reveal her glistening fur to the setting sun. Cori watched him as much as he watched her right back. “If you are willing ... I could do with a backrub. There are sure to be rewards in store for you.” The smile on the big cat’s face, along with an elaborate lick of her lips with her impressively long and flexible tongue was exactly the sort of thing to make little deers shudder. Cherno pleasantly wiggled in his seat, setting his drink aside, standing tall to admire her frame on display. She was his friend foremost, almost someone he never thought of that way. There were things he shied away from doing with her, even still. Yet being close to a body likes hers, and sharing in her touches, that sounded too good to pass up, uncertain or not. “I’m not sure how much you’ll feel it, but I can give it my best!” “Any touch is appreciated. It does not have to be professional. If all fails, you can walk those hooves on my back. Shall we?” She offered her hand, and Cherno reached up to take it. She pulled him slightly off his hooves in her enthusiasm, but he didn’t mind. Off he went with a lightly dressed pantheress, into the shade of her isolated cabin. Just in time, too. For as happily as he’d been soaking up the sun’s rays until then, the first traces of pink and orange on the horizon brought with it a distinct chill in the air. There was no way of looking at the temperature, but he swore he could feel the degrees dropping around him. At least the bedroom window gave a good look at the setting sun over the trees as orange shifted to a stark red. It reflected on the panther’s body, especially where she was sweatiest. She climbed onto the bed with no extra effort, but didn’t forget about her much shorter friend. A quick tug helped the deer elegantly leap up onto that oversized bit of furniture. The mattress beneath him was nearly as firm as its own, offering almost zero give even if he pressed his hands against it. He wondered if her body would do the same. Cori didn’t take long to get all sprawled out and ready, slipping off her top beforehand so she was down to just a light bra. Her back was all his to explore. He gave a little stretch first, knowing she’d approve of caring for his body that way. There was so much to touch, such fine, nimble muscle tone to go along with the more refined, carved details. He laid his hands upon her and first just stroked, seeing how her fur felt on his fingers, and how it felt to touch a friend like that. A trace of anxiety worked through his fingertips once he started pressing deeper, and adding more force to a rhythmic kneading motion from her shoulders down to her waist. Cori was quick to notice. “Are you nervous, Cherno? Is it the presence of a true warrior, or something else on your mind?” She lightened her tone with a soft laugh. “I have released my anger, as you saw. Even if I hadn’t, I am not prone to rage for one wrong rub.” “Oh, no it’s just ... “ he began, but he wasn’t really sure how to explain it. The setting sun bathed the scene bloody, for a few precious moments, and then it was dark, all seemingly in the span of a breath. “Probably nothing.” Once he massaged enough to get the big cat rumbling, all worries were easily swept away. He leaned his weight into her, and when that wasn’t enough leverage, switched to using his elbows. Even then, it felt like she was all but deflecting him with her sheer strength. Even so, he even managed to make her moan for a moment when he got to her lower back. Warrior or not, everyone carried a little tension there. Yet for as much as Cori was enjoying herself, she wasn’t about to be selfish. She hadn’t brought Cherno all the way out there so he could service her. Soaking up the attention a little longer, she gave a little flick of her tail as the only warning of her sudden movement and flipped herself around. Knocking him off balance made him briefly bleat. That left him all the more vulnerable to her catching him and dragging him down to the bed for a tight, close hug with the perfect amount of crushing power. Just enough to make him hurk a little. “There. Precious deer. You are quite good at that. But I said there would be a reward, didn’t I?” He was about to make some sort of joke about the ominous possibilities laid out before him, but she silenced him with a slow, smooth scratch down his spine and side. It almost hurt, but it didn’t pierce his skin, merely scritching him up and making him squirm with tingly enjoyment until he gave a soft huff that made her smile. She licked him on the cheek, almost reflexively, sticking out her tongue to curl it around his features as precisely as she could, withdrawing once she had her taste. The look she gave him after that was one of pure feline intensity, concentrated and cast like a spell directly towards him. He took a deep breath, blushing a pretty blue as she took him in. There were a hundred things she could have done to him in an instant, with all the ease of batting away a fly. Eventually, he couldn’t handle her gaze anymore. He looked down, biting his lip, giving his shiest murmur. “Cori ...” With a soft smile unexpected from one of her size and temperament, the panther leaned in to gently kiss the timid deer on the forehead. “You are a good friend to me,” she said, rumbling. “That is all I ask of you. I will think of a good way to thank you. Will you stay here, right here with me, tonight?” With a little time to get his heart under control, Cherno returned the smile, and even the kiss. A soft peck on the cheek would have to suffice for the moment. He was happy to snuggle close. The big cat was warm, and soft in the right places if he knew where to put his face. She was also very good at hugging him close and keeping him feeling warm and safe even as the wind began to blow against the cabin to the point the nearby window rattled. He couldn’t help taking a glance at that now and then. Maybe it was the deer in him that had him feeling like he was being watched the whole time. He couldn’t have asked for better company if something was stalking them in the falling night. It was enough to make them both forget about making any other plans, or being anywhere else but pressed up tight and admiring each other with small, slow strokes over fur and skin alike. Scratching ears, kissing cheeks, nuzzling foreheads to muzzles, it kept them soothed until sleep found them, perhaps earlier than they intended. It wasn’t to last. --- “ ... Cherno?” The bed was cold. Cori was an alert sleeper, ready to spring to action at the slightest sign of trouble, but she had sensed nothing. It was as if the deer had simply vanished in the night, naked and alone against the hazards of nature - and in such grim weather, at that. The downpour was as unexpected as it was unprecedented, beating against the windows and the walls with roaring ferocity, shaking the very structure in which Cori dwelt. With a deep sense of something amiss, the pantheress leapt from her bed to investigate - and just as quickly donned her armour. It wasn’t just a precaution. Her instincts had her ears flat to her head and her lips drawn back in a snarl. Wild beasts were one thing. She could handle most of those in a fight. But an intelligent attacker, one that had somehow drawn out or even captured her companion right from under her nose, that was different. Perhaps they sought to use Cherno against her, like a hostage. She rushed towards the door at the thought, stepping swiftly even with the extra weight, and threw open the door to let an icy breath of wind hit her directly in the face. That wasn’t rain. It was snow. Several months out of season, at that. Cori held her arm in front of her face, cursing, growling at the wave of chill that hit her. All the more reason to make her pursuit an urgent one. The wind had claws and the blowing ice was its teeth. The deer couldn’t survive out there for long. She sniffed for his scent, but all was drowned out by the crisp winter air hitting her nose, making her nostrils flare at the intensity. Instead, she listened, and such a sound she heard carried over the wind. Like a howl, a wail, a scream, a moan, somehow all at once, it was far from anything she ever thought a deer could make. It was the sort of noise that silenced all else, for as long as it lasted, freezing the forest as if in time. Any ordinary mortal would have taken it as a sign to hide, to flee, to leave the woods behind and never visit them again. Cori charged towards it. Her visibility was low working against the wind, but she pressed on, charging through the accumulating snowbanks, ignoring the cold on her paws. She thought to call out to him, but after a sound like that, it was best not to announce her position. Moving surprisingly silently but for the occasional crunch of snow, she fought against the elements until she heard the growling. Deep, primal sounds beyond even what the big cat herself could utter flooded Cori’s ears. And yet for all the cacophony of threats and weather alike, she heard one more thing that kept her going, that ensured her resolve didn’t waver: a faint, frightened bleat, somehow distinct amidst it all. Determined to the point of recklessness, Cori charged until she found the missing buck seated beneath a tree, nestled at the only visible place in the forest left untouched by the anomalous blizzard. He sat hugging his knees, holding very still but for the occasional shiver. His eyes were wide. Now and then, they flitted to the side and then back again, as if he was afraid someone might notice. Cori slowly followed his guidance until she saw it. Unfurling himself from amidst the branches as if part of the forest itself, the beast revealed himself in a haze of mist that obscured the full breadth of his figure. He was taller than even Cori, at his full height, but stood slumped as if solemn, held down by an invisible burden. He parted the fangs of his bare-faced skull to let forth a call that seemed near mournful. Charmed rattled on his antlers. A long mane of hair partly drooped over the sockets of his eyes. Somewhere, a drum was beating. Perhaps it was instead Cori’s own heartbeat echoing in her skull, gone irregular at the sight of a living wendigo. Winter’s shivers threatened to overtake her. Merely staring at him for too long was enough to evoke terror not meant for the mortal mind. Even in Cori. She did not underestimate the power of his malevolent presence. Yet she only knew one thing for certain. Cherno, her friend, was between the two of them. Even if the wisest decision would have been to flee, every step back she took would have been more ground she was giving to the monster. A single option remained. She charged. The beast remained largely passive as he watched her approach, hunched, on all fours, long arms stretched down past his bent knees to touch the snowy ground. He tipped his head slightly to the side with a sound like snapping timber, skull-expression unreadable. Though armed only with her fists, Cori’s ferocity could have moved mountains. She threw herself at the monster in a pure, fiery rage. Those were not his woods to claim. Nor his deer meat. Raining blows upon the lean form of her new enemy, Cori snarled as she punched, striking with a mailed fist and sending even a wendigo reeling. Had he not expected that? Perhaps he was banking on the shock of his appearance to stun her into submission? She would accept no such thing. Striking at his chest and his face made for solid contact with what was, despite everything, a physical form. No matter the nightmare before her, Cori could still punch it, and she knew the wendigo had to feel it. He didn’t fight back, at first. Leaning away from her punches, he let them rap upon his body until stood up tall with a rattling snort. There was a raspy sound like something being scraped against wood, along with something of a groan. It grew to a rumble as the one-sided fight continued. Then something of a screech, a howl, a roar. The panther’s ears rang with the piercing sonic assault, leaving her deafened to the world around her as the rage flowed through her veins. There was no cold, no fear, no restraint when she had gone completely berserk - until, for as small as it was in the rising violence, a voice cut through the battle fury. “Cori, don’t ... !” Cherno’s tiny plea reached her ears amid the storm. It was enough for her to divert her attention for just a moment. That was when the monster struck. Coward, Cori fumed, as she fell to the snow, armour dented, straps lashed loose by his claws. It would have been enough to cleave a lesser warrior in two, but she endured, thrashing to rise from that disadvantageous position. The wendigo was snarling in a thousand voices, at least one of them her own. He lashed out with a fury not unlike her own, but less controlled, less trained. She had awakened something primal within him. But that was always going to happen. Grappling with him, Cori wrestled in the snow, trying to get out from beneath the weight of the monster. He clawed at her armour, peeling it off her plate by plate, but she never quite felt those edges pierce her skin. Even in the rush of emotion that was battle, she found herself pondering if he was restraining himself. She would show no such mercy. Aiming another blow at his open chin, she struck with all her might in hopes of getting off the back foot, only to have such an attack instantly returned to her tenfold by the power of the beast’s swiping hand. It sent her tumbling over the snow, disoriented to the point of inverted, rolling with herself as further layers of her protection clattered from her form. Adrenaline flooded her to the brink of insanity. She screamed as she fought her way to her feet. Yet he had no need to do anything more. The moment she arose, the world gave a sickly spin, and the ache of the blow set in, unignorable. She took one step towards him and felt her leg give out from beneath her as if it wasn’t there, and collapsed, unconscious before she hit the snow. When she awoke from troubled dreams, ears ringing, eyes water, the taste of copper in her mouth, her first thought was of her guest. She remained in one piece as best she could tell, despite her vulnerable state. That meant Cherno was alone with the angry monster. Raising her head first, with no small effort, she felt something else flooding her. It wasn’t the usual spark of rage, but it served her well enough for clawing to her knees and observing the scene before her. She’d awoken just as it was winding down. The wendigo was not dismayed by the buck’s innocent face. That had only seemed to arouse the beast. There the monster sat, stretched out, legs apart to display the great, heaving manhood he sported in his perpetually nude state. Fully unsheathed into a slick, black, double-knotted monolith, his cock stood stiffly pumping in the air as it flexed around his prey. A wendigo’s hunger had many ways of satisfying it, apparently, and she was witness to the final stages of consuming Cherno. Alive. Whole. Squirming down a bulging shaft. She saw only those hooves kicking their last before the deer vanished from the outside world, taking shelter from the cold where he was trapped inside the rigid shaft of the wendigo. Cori struggled in his direction, knees shaking, falling and crawling part of the way, eyes on the descending swell of the deer slipping towards the wendigo’s heavy balls. They swelled with his prey with every sloppy cock-gulp, producing an excess of dark fluids not quite like any precum Cori had ever seen. The monster proclaimed his pleasure with cries like a tortured elk. One last schlumph of squeezing Cherno down, and the deer was nothing but a writhing bulge in an especially plump pair of balls, pressing out from within his new prison, bleating beneath the layers that kept him from the outside world. Cori leapt forth from a crawl with a wordless cry of defiance, refusing to let her fight be over that easily. The wendigo was watching her the whole time, passive once more, his body slumping down with apparent relief once he had someone inside his body - even if his taut middle remained empty. There was always room for more, and Cori was propelling herself towards the monster without a thought for self-preservation. She simply could not let that beast have Cherno. Every second she spent on approach was another that she was left to watch the deer getting clenched on by the heavy chamber flexing on his body, squeezing him with such intensity as to silence his cries for as long as they were tight around his curvy body. Cori finally gave a shriek of desperation. “No! You - I want him. He was mine to take.” Once again, the wendigo reacted with apparent surprise. Seeing him do a surprisingly natural double take would have been humourous in other circumstances. It at least seemed to confirm he understood her. His expression changed somewhat - a difficult thing to ascertain, given the lack of a face, but for his skull, and those four black, empty sockets in place of his eyes. Nonetheless, Cori sensed it. She stopped just short of him, shuddering where she remained on all fours, eyeing him up and down, breathing his rich, masculine scent, tinged with a winterlike musk. Huffing it sent her all the deeper into her lustful frenzy, speaking as much as she spat out her words, a wild look in her eyes. “I will milk him from you if I must. But I will have him.” The wendigo shifted, wiggling himself just a little to get more comfortable where he sat. He parted his long legs a little more, and gave Cori all the better look at his cock. Pointed, knotted twice over, and bathed in something slick and dripping that was similar to the dark saliva he occasionally licked away from his fangs with a long, flexible tongue. She drooled for it. No longer consumed by rage, she instead found herself possessed by a furious lust that had her stripping away the rest of her armour and displaying her tall, powerful frame even to a wendigo of the woods. It was enough to finally provoke him to speak. “Very well.” His tone was dark and deep, scratching from within his skull, tiny hints of consumed voices wailing up from within him. He extended his hand to her, long, clawed fingers grasping for her, but she wasn’t about to be that subtle. Instead, she pounced towards him, lashing her tail, gnashing her fangs, and found her spot seated right in his lap with an aching pussy pointed down at his shaft. Every breath she took of him tinged her with more of that natural scent, flooding her senses with the kind of concentrated lust that could have driven even a lesser warrior insane. She knew how to use such primal energy to her advantage. Soaked to the point of nearly gushing from the first touch, the very first prod that thick shaft gave to her sex, she was more than lubricated enough to take even that big fat wendigo cock. Sinking down on it smoothly still brought a brief snarl from her nonetheless. That was a stretch. She watched it pushing inside of her and bulging in her lower belly, filling her up to obscene proportions with even just the first few inches. It was already pumping, already leaking an excess of juices that may well have been cursed for all she knew. Yet nothing, absolutely nothing could have stopped her from getting what she wanted short of death. The wendigo clutched at her, sometimes clawing, sometimes merely gripping her by the hips and ass as she sank down deeper and deeper. Only when he was halfway inside of her, deeply bulging her middle, stretching her in ways that ought to have been uncomfortable, if not for her heightened need did he settle on where he wanted to hold her. With his long fingers wrapped around her waist and his claws brushing along the outline of his shaft inside her, he began to thrust, slowly, firmly. For all her natural gifts and training alike, Cori could already tell the strength in those hands was greater than her own. She didn’t let it scare her. If anything, that was an open invitation to treat him all the rougher. Where his thrusts started simply, easing her into getting fucked by a cock that size, she drove herself down with a lunge to demonstrate nothing would subdue her. The only thing that could stop her fearsome advance was hitting the double set of knots on the wendigo’s shafts. She bottomed out against them, feeling them swell against her touch - not even fully formed yet, and already too big to fit inside her. She was just going to have to grind against them with smooth, nimble rolls of her hips and let them catch her clit again and again in the process of easing them both inside of her. With his role the more passive one, watching the big cat furiously bounce herself into a stupor of pleasure on his shaft, the wendigo could speak again. “He said I would like you, but did not say why. Now I understand..” The calmness of his voice almost sounded like mockery to her, or at least it did in the midst of her lust-rage. “I am Oghden. Cherno likes to call me Oggy, if you prefer.” Such a polite monster. She might have laughed, if she wasn’t busy drooling for the feeling of getting her womb stretched by that pulsing cock. She drove downwards until the snarls of her pleasure eventually turned to screeches. Yet even in the midst of them, she managed to scream out her own name in response. “Cori.” That time it was definitely clearer. The wendigo smiled at her. A slow nod rattled his many decorative charms, tied to a set of mighty antlers that seemed to shift and bend like tendrils from time to time, rearranging themselves into new, twisted patterns. There was an understanding between them. Both of them were beasts, in their own ways. And he was content to clutch her all the tighter, pulling her down against those twin swells, coming closer and closer to tying with the fuck-hungry bit cat. She fucked herself until she was drooling on him, briefly slumping forth to rest her head on his shoulder just to rest for half a moment and continue. While she panted, he puffed too, letting out steamy, engine-like huffs of air that left her swimming in a calming, cool aroma. Winter was all around them, but the heat of the moment kept the blizzard at bay. The snow melted into the grass as their naked bodies steamed together, locked into their vicious mating until something finally gave. For all her flexibility, those knots still pushed Cori to her limit. She felt them stretch her, spread her, and then finally she felt herself plunge down as if in freefall to accommodate them both at once. In an instant, they sealed inside of her, leaving her thumping down atop the creature’s oversized balls. Gravity reintroduced to her precious, churning friend, bringing her rump down firmly atop the captive deer’s body where it remained trapped inside Oghden’s balls. A few short squirms and wiggles helped Cori ensure she sat her ass directly atop Cherno’s face while it still remained solid. She found herself grinding on him as much as she did those two possessive bulbs locked tight within her flooded cunt. The extra pressure and stretch brought her from wet to gushing, and yet not even orgasm was enough to satisfy her. She allowed that ecstasy to tremble through her nerves, to leave her bounces shaky and uneven for a time, but she never stopped. Fucking herself on that prey-fed cock, feeling it grow thicker and thicker as Oghden digested more of Cherno into heavy, nut-stuffing wendigo cum, she helped her deer friend along the way with her weight and ferocity pressing down on him, squishing him into spunk a little more with each thrust. Oghden’s grip and unnatural strength were enough he could have plucked her off his knots and thrown her across the forest if he so wished. Instead, he took it slowly, pulling her back no matter how hard she tried to slam down on him again. His knots were wedged deep, and yet she felt her own resistance fading, felt herself falling into a leg-twitching, face-scrunching state of toe-curling pleasure beyond the orgasm she already had as he began to untie with her. It felt dangerous, like she was flirting with the total destruction of her aching sex, and yet she found herself snarling for it, demanding inch after inch be schlicked free of her until there came that sudden, lurching, almighty POP of a sex-slick knot pulling free of a big cat’s flooded pussy. And then another. One was enough to bring a scream to the back of her throat, and the second stifled it where it was. For once, Cori was simply silent. Her face was a frozen mask of all her expressions at once. Her eyes were completely blank, glassy as if dead for just a moment or two. She felt so empty, so desperate to feel him fully inside her once more. That urgent need revived her, drove her to break free of pleasure paralysis and slam back down, no matter how hard she had to fight him to do so. Oghden gave a heavy growl and a rolling tone like that of a siren as he met Cori with the same ferocity she shoved him. Slamming inside her once more, he rammed all the way to the hilt and remained there. She could feel that deer getting so very soft beneath her. Making sure to put as much weight down on what remained of the outline of his muzzle helped the wendigo melt and assimilate that pretty thing into a thick load of dark seed, into a cursed cumshot waiting for Cori’s womb. She gnashed, she spat, she hissed, she lashed her tail, and she squeezed her thighs tight around the waist of the monster fucking her half stupid. The fire in her eyes wasn’t going out until she got Cherno for herself. In some form. Though he stowed his more aggressive urges, Oghden rutted Cori right back from beneath her pounding hips. Even he wasn’t immune to ecstasy. His balls were tighter with each moment, clenching up around his prey, squeezing Cherno down to the very last drop. Clenching so firmly as to almost chew upon his captive, he milked the buck down to spunk all the more with every deep glurrrrn of his nuts. Yet for as rapid as his progress was, he still saved just enough of the deer to squirm and gurgle-bleat his last before he got squelched down into nothing but a massive load of monstrous cream within those juicy balls. Cori felt every moment of it, grinding on the beast, riding him even as her mortal limits grew more apparent. She felt that sack go smooth, rounding out with a load that swelled them to the brink, taut, sloshing, nearly roaring with the need for release. Oghden’s dick got all the fatter within her, stretching out her belly, filling up her womb with girth alone. She felt herself tremble in ways she didn’t like, and yet loved all at the same time. For just a moment, she allowed herself to fall, to slump into his grip as he took her straight to heaven. She never thought she would find the bliss she did while staring into the haunting visage of a wendigo, but perhaps only such a cursed one was worthy of truly satisfying her. Nodding her head, clawing his shoulders, latching on tight to ensure she got every single drop from the double-knotted dick jammed inside of her, Cori used what remained of her strength to rut out a mutual orgasm potent enough to melt the eldritch winter all around their scene of depraved mating. Everything Cherno had been fuelled a cumshot worthy of a monster. Oghden clacked his teeth when he wasn’t simply thrashing with the ravenousness inside him, letting it all pour out until at last that pitch black cum erupted forth to fill the greedy feline so unflinchingly impaled upon his twice-knotted spire. The near-instant bloating that came from that much excess didn’t dissuade Cori. It wouldn’t have mattered if it did. She was locked, sealed in place by the strength of that possessive tie, letting it all flood her womb until she was sporting a burdensome belly. That wasn’t enough. She wanted all of Cherno. She wanted to absorb him, and she was going to do exactly that, slavering, eyes blazing, fangs flashing as if outright daring an actual wendigo to stop cumming inside of her. Digging in his claws and showing his teeth right back, he assured her she wasn’t going anywhere. A lash of his tongue from his jaws and around her throat held to stifle some of her more aggressive sounds. He choked her just a little in the midst of their elongated orgasm, milking it all out, draining his overfilled balls, turning Cori into his receptacle. She had asked for every single drop, and she was getting it, even when her belly was swelling up big enough to lift her tits. From an unflinching stare to rapidly blinking, the pantheress found herself faltering for just a moment. It was enough. The wendigo lunged forward in her moment of vulnerability, pinning her to the wet grass, and holding her there. Though still deeply stuck within her rapidly clenching, orgasmic sex, he could still fuck the rest of the spunk inside her, shooting yet more with every thrust. Humping her into a rut in the ground, he let her feel his nuts slapping against her ass, draining back down to a relatively normal size. They were still heavy, still fattened up by his prey, right along with the extra, rigid girth pumping within her. A huff of wet breath on her face, and a bit of saliva left her thinking for just a moment that she was about to be his second course - but the dark aura looming around him faded as his orgasm finally began to die down. He wasn’t any softer even once the cum stopped flowing. Cori hardly dared so much as look down to see how vast she’d grown with that exceptionally engorging load inside of her. One soft tug was enough to make her scream - though no actual sound escaped her open mouth. She was drooling, her eyes water, her belly jiggling and sloshing with the slightest motion. Having the wendigo starting to pull her off his knots felt like it was going to drive her to the brink of insanity, leaving her baring her fangs, curling her fingers to claw at the air, digging her toes into the grass, scrambling to deal with the pleasure. When the pressure built and her body stretched to accommodate whatever Oghden wanted to do, she was locked, frozen in the moment of that squelching POP. It rang through the forest as much as through her body, leaving her paralyzed by the pleasure, but a second, forced orgasm emptying out some of the cum from her belly with how hard she was squirting for Oghden. She flopped, completely losing control of her body, humping the air automatically, soaking herself in a haze of bliss. At least she had him. In some way, Cherno was all hers, slowly absorbing into her womb. It wasn’t how she intended to claim him, if the urge came around - milking him from a wendigo’s dick wasn’t even in the top ten for ways she wanted to eat him. It didn’t matter. She was content, rumbling, heaving, shaking. It wasn’t like her to be so vulnerable before someone else, but she knew he wasn’t an enemy. Even as he loomed. His expression was mostly blank, but she sensed some inquisitiveness from his bony features. “Are you okay, Cori? I am sorry if I got carried away.” “You beast,” she gently teased him. “Apologize for nothing. We both have what we wanted. Such a kind deer to bring us together like this.” The wendigo was definitely smiling. There was even a dark shade over his skull to give a vague appearance of blushing - a subtle shapeshift to express himself, perhaps not even a conscious one. “It was his idea. Ever the tempting meal, each time. I could not help myself once you ... incited me.” “And are you looking for an apology for that?” She shot him a confident, if weak smile. “No. We each act according to our nature. I may only apologize for my own.” In a moment of boldness, Cori leaned closer to lay a kiss upon the skull of the wendigo, somewhere on his cheek. He gave a deep, warm huff at that. She found herself lost in his gaze, even without eyes to reflect in. If he was hypnotic or otherwise manipulating her mind with his presence, she didn’t feel it. All was natural as she warmly pressed against him, breasts to chest, belly to his trim middle. It might have lasted longer if she wasn’t starting to fade after pushing her body to its limit. She vaguely heard him ask her something, but she couldn’t make out the words. Whatever the question was, she slowly nodded. She wasn’t going to last much longer. Not for any sort of wound sustained in their savage coupling. She was simply spent. Sprawling out, offering her body to him, she made it as clear as she could that she was all his. The thrill of giving such power to someone she barely knew was its own source of arousal for her. A warrior like her, proud and ruthless, and she left herself wide open to anything the cursed monster wanted to do with her. Then she passed out. It was an eye-roll followed by a thud of her head hitting the grass. Oghden leapt after her to cushion the blow but found himself too late. He was instead sprawled out over the body of an unconscious cat. A murmur from his mouth was perhaps a sound of concern, but soon after there came a snort, a grunt, then a growl. He knew what he wanted. She had given him permission, with her eyes, and her will. Of course he could sense that. It didn’t take him long to stretch himself across her prone body until he completely encompassed her, and to grip her by the thighs, spreading her legs apart, just for himself. Yet for as violent as he could have grown if he allowed himself to slip for just a moment, he took care of her body as rested, dreaming of him. He spread her around his cock gently, squeezing gush after gush of cum out of her, squelching, splattering, soaking them both and the forest soil around them. The more time he spent covering her, the more he spread his wintery scent to her, marking her with the pleasing musk of the wendigo while he filled her pussy inch by inch. Even unconscious, she was plenty responsive. Squeezing on him, kneading him, soaking for him, she welcomed him in with every thrust he gave. Working slowly, testing her, seeing what she could still manage, he schlicked in and out, cradling her, stroking his claws over her shoulders and her arms. He clacked his teeth together a few times, suppressing the urge to bite. If she was going to wake up intact, it was best he kept his darker cravings in check. That was surprisingly easy when he had a flooded, overflowing kitty cunt to plunder for as long as he wished in that unnaturally endless winter’s eve. Steadily plapping her, tapping her with his knots, bouncing his heavy balls against her - all that extra weight thanks to Cherno - he worked himself to another growl, getting in deep, clutching her, pulling her legs around his waist. In time he raised her into a mating press, making good use of those long, flexible feline legs. With her paws near her dozing face, he kept her folded while he fucked her, grinding deep, replacing all the cum he squeezed out of her with each thrust with how much precum he was pumping into her. It was shooting, audibly, splurting hard while he stretched her folds around his slick cock, and he was only getting more excited. Working himself into a hollow-howled orgasm, mounted on top of her, pinning her to the grass, rutting her harder and harder, he knotted her in a single lunge and then yanked right back out in a sudden reverse of his momentum. It was best to give her womb a break. And he loved how she looked getting absolutely drenched in her cum. He shot those ropes all over her face, then worked down from there, painting her breasts, her bloated belly, and finally leaving a mess between her thighs, streaking down her legs from her ravaged pussy. A lick of his fangs with his long, black tongue, dripping, twitching with lust, he considered whether it was best to drag her back to her own realm and lay her out somewhere safe to await Cherno’s return. Such consideration didn’t last long. Something inside him made him shudder, his body spasming with the tendrils of his curse. No. There were far too many trees to fuck her against. He found himself snarling in a thousand voices as he gave in, just a little, to everything he wanted. Snatching her up from the grass, leaving her to drip his cum, he shoved her harshly against the nearest trunk so he could ravage her again. He claimed her with his rutting, pounding strokes. He broke her body little by little as he poured out all his monstrous lust and filled her up again and again, when he wasn’t possessively jizzing all over every last inch of her naked body. Melting the snow around him with the heat of his lust, he dragged her into every position he could manage with her mostly limp body. Pinning her, bending her over, or just embracing her close, he filled the forest with a symphony of plaps mixing with the horrifying snarls. He might have driven Cori a touch mad if she was awake for those. At least he could know for certain she was having pleasant dreams, in his way. Even in the midst of what looked not unlike the big cat’s battle rage, fucking her until he dented the dirt beneath her helpless body, he still took care not to truly harm her. Only cover her in his cum, his scent, and the occasional shallow scratch or bite mark. The source of a dozen climaxes for the hunched horror in the woods, Cori didn’t regain consciousness for the entire duration. Not until Oghden was done with her. Yet even after painting her glossy black and fucking her until he was finally satisfied, he held off on the urge to feed. Instead, Cori drifted through her subconscious realms until she awoke in her cabin’s bed, finding the storm receded at last. Cherno was there, thoroughly undigested, snoozing comfortably beside her. She only briefly considered the possibility of dreaming such a nightmarishly erotic encounter. The scent clinging to her alone was evidence enough, as was the lingering tingle between her thighs, or the weight in her middle, jostling around with her slow, calm breaths. He had his mark on her. Oghden would know how to find her after that. But then, Cori found herself thinking with a dreamy smile, she was looking forward to seeing him again. A being of his power, walking in a forest between forests, he would always know how to track her down. And he would always be there when she, for all her strength, needed him. --- “ ... Cori?” It was so much colder alone. What had been a welcoming, cozy, rustic place to spend the night cuddled against a friendly body felt more like an icy prison when Cherno awakened in the middle of the night. His gasp of sudden consciousness left his breath floating through the chilly air. He wrapped his arms around himself, reaching for a blanket that wasn’t there. Exposed, he found himself fumbling in the dark, looking for anything to light his way. The big cat didn’t feel absent in the sense she had simply stepped away a moment to take care of whatever need. He had a terrible feeling that she wasn’t even part of his world anymore. That might have been the anxiety talking. Spending time with a big pantheress who looked at him like that was already enough to get his heart fluttering. He was going to be pretty displeased if the whole thing was some sort of setup just to pounce him from the shadows. Maybe in other moods that would have been welcome. He was shivering, and not only from the cold. When he stepped out from the bedroom on shaky hooves, he heard the front door blowing in the wind, left open by Cori’s apparent departure. Crisp, fresh flakes of moonlight-glistening snow blew in through the doorway. Cherno stopped short when he saw it. He was still getting used to seeing it at all - much less out of season like that. Yet he couldn’t deny the chill that left him rubbing his hands together and searching for a coat, anything he could wrap around his ill-prepared body. He settled for a blanket, making a full-body scarf out of it before he ventured anywhere near the doorway. It wasn’t just the cold that kept him from getting too close. Something kept his senses sharp and his eyes sweeping across the room to search for threats - and for possible places to retreat and hide if the need arose. It was the precarious, unsettling sensation that something had his scent. He didn’t think it was Cori, either. Of course it was natural to assume the woods were far from empty, especially way out there where the big cat’s cabin resided. Yet there was something beyond nature blowing through the open door, beckoning him into the cold as if with the promise of keeping him warm. He ventured close enough to peer outside. Squinting in the moonlight eventually had him noticing the tracks leading away from the cabin. They were already mostly covered up by the blowing snow, but he was reasonably certain they were Cori’s, at a size like that. The wind was howling so aggressively that he quickly had to duck back inside to avoid freezing on the spot. He listened to its wails, almost like a song, or an anguished moan. It almost drowned out the scream in the distance. He was no stranger to frightening feline vocalizations in the night. That didn’t make them any less alarming. Somewhere out there, Cori was screeching like a cat in heat, but it could have just as easily been the sound of her being murdered. Cherno jumped back but caught himself on the doorframe, clinging to it, poking his nose out into the storm again. He blinked rapidly as the flakes hit his face, scanning as far as his night vision could see. The moon granted him light, but even its glow felt wrong. Yet if he could do anything, he would. He wasn’t going to help her win a fight if she was already at a disadvantage, but he could serve as a distraction at the least. The other option was leaving her to scream in the night and huddling in the cabin, surrounded by that overpowering dread. He shrouded himself in that thick blanket as best he could. It smelled like her, in a way that kept him going, even over that threshold to the outdoors, where he could be seen from all directions at once. The moon’s light took on the orange of the harvest as he trudged along, crunching down the frozen powder with his hooves. It was red by the time he reached the trees. The piling snow appeared as if soaked in blood. Sometimes he swore he could see it running down the branches of the bare trees. His every instinct told him to either halt or flee. Not a single part of his body wanted him to keep going, towards the source of the wet snarling he heard from nearby. Then the thumping. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see Cori grappling with when he pressed far enough into the unknown to find her. It wasn’t that. The skull-faced beast pinning her to a patch of grass, surrounded by steaming, melting snow was even bigger than her. His antlers stretched out like tendrils to bind her wrists and leave her chest exposed to his claws while he gnawed upon her throat. All the while, he was harshly, savagely fucking her, plunging in and out with a sound so slick it made Cherno recoil as much as the sight before him did. Cori was screaming out as if in feline obscenities the entire time, outright spitting with the apparent rage of the situation. Or maybe it was more like lust. Though he made sure not to make a single sound, not even breathing, cupping his hands over his mouth, Cherno couldn’t help noticing just how loud his heartbeat was. It was enough to turn the head of the wendigo. He couldn’t think of any other word for the creature before him - other than monster, perhaps. Noticing him was enough to make him slow his thrusts, and to grip Cori a little more loosely. Yet when the beast gave her an opportunity, the cat didn’t seize it. Instead, she slowly raised her head to join in staring at the terrified deer. “Ah, Cherno! I had meant to introduce you two but didn’t want to wake you. And my dear friend Oghden has a way of making me forget all about whatever I was doing. Say hello, Oggy.” “Hello.” The wendigo’s voice was deep and resonant, harmonizing both with himself and several unseen others. It made Cherno briefly glance to the trees before returning to staring in horror, and something else. His eyes darted. He couldn’t tell where Oghden was looking, but he knew that broad, long-limbed frame spoke of power and hunger alike. The warmth of those two bodies steaming away the snow around them called to him in the freezing cold. He was shivering more violently the longer he stood there. It would have been so much more comfortable to get a little closer. “I apologize. I thought to ease you into my present introduction with another form.” The monster dipped his head a little, looking briefly sad. Cori waved her hand as if to brush that emotion away. “There is no need to change for this one. He is a braver deer than you might guess.” Oghden nodded, knowingly. “He is. Would you like to join us, Cherno? Cori had something in mind for a ... date night, of sorts.” He was still inside her the entire time. Cherno stole the occasional glance, but he was still carefully watching those teeth, those fangs. Being devoured was one thing, but he had no desire to be torn into while he was still alive. Yet when Oghden meekly offered his hand, not quite meeting the deer’s own gaze, as if he was himself afraid to, there was no resisting. Cherno stepped forth, watching Cori beam and nod at him with the sort of enthusiasm he rarely saw her express. Perhaps it was good sex that brought out that side of her. Nothing terrible befell the buck when he laid his much smaller hand in the wendigo’s, feeling those claws gently brush along his fur as Oghden closed his fingers around his wrist. He didn’t so much as tug, he merely held, welcoming the deer into the circle of warmth. There was no need for that blanket anymore. Cherno unravelled himself from it and set it down carefully, casting a silent glance of apology for getting it wet towards the unbothered cat. His proximity left him close enough to get a little wet himself by the mess of Oghden slowly, carefully pulling out from inside the pantheress. If the sight of them fucking wasn’t enough to rouse the deer to blushing blue and squirming where he knelt with them, listening to that extended schlurrrrrk of a slurp certainly did do. He breathed the wendigo’s winter scent and found himself immediately wondering how good that shaft would taste. There were two incredibly dangerous predators looking at him with what he could only read as desire - Cori’s eyes shining in the night, Oghden puffing a steamy breath in his face, chest rising and falling with something more than animal urges. The deer wanted it all. “... I feel like I knew you were here, ever since I stepped into the forest.” “We are far from that place now,” Oghden said, then nodded. “But you are right.” “How do we ... get started?” Even if Cherno’s voice was trembling, he was getting too hard to care. “With a promise. And a warning. It will be difficult for us to stop. But you will return to us.” Oghden’s voice was very serious, and perhaps a touch ashamed. Cherno saw him briefly dip his head again. He tried to offer a smile to cheer a wendigo up, just out of helpful instinct. “That ... I can do that. I think I’m ready.” “I knew you would be perfect for each other,” Cori said, with a brief purr. “I want my taste too, of course. I want you first.” Cherno realized he’d already said he was ready. That was as good a confirmation to go as any. He barely even saw Cori get into position. She was swift enough while fully armoured. Naked and exposed like that, she could move from prone to pouncing position and launch herself at him seemingly all as a single motion. He went tumbling with her through the damp grass, getting his fur all stained once she started tearing at his clothes. What he was going to wear when he got back to the cabin was the least of his concerns. He was mostly focused on watching out for her teeth and claws. She certainly introduced him to those, flashing her fangs, scratching down his chest. It hurt a little, but she was holding back. Just enough to blue his skin a little. She pressed close, heaving with breath, her lust thick in the air. He wanted to say something, debating between complimenting how intense she looked and teasing her to see how much worked up she got. Neither came out of his mouth. She licked him across the cheek, drawing her long tongue over his fur all the more thoroughly than ever. There were so many tricks she could pull with that long, flexible thing. Despite the presence of a beast of myth, his attention was fully on Cori. Oghden watched them as the pantheress indulged her darker urges. She gave a dance of slurps across his features, slowly reaching up to grasp his antlers in those firm, strong hands of hers. He knew what was coming. All she had to do was slowly bend them, and he could feel them starting to give. It didn’t hurt. There were no nerves in those breakable things. And he lost them every year anyway. Though that didn’t prevent him from giving a slight bleat at just how loud the CRACK of them snapping off his head really was. Cori held them up like a trophy, slowly waving them in front of the deer’s face, beaming the whole time. “Now you’ll slide down so much more easily.” He knew that was what she wanted. Yet it was still all the more arousing to hear it spelled out. She tore enough off of him to get a hand around his cock once she tossed aside his broken antlers. Her eyes gleamed with delight to feel it throbbing in her grasp. Cherno might have done anything for her when he was worked up like that, but he didn’t have to do anything at all besides be his usual soft, delicious self. She stroked him a little longer, slowly wrapping her tongue around his throat. With that grip she could even squeeze a little. Giving a gasp that got cut short by her grip, Cherno stared into the open jaws of the pantheress. She was salivating enough to rain down upon him, drawing him inwards, lusting, dripping, writhing with need. There was a light in her eyes that dimmed. She was a big cat with her prey at that point. That was what made him cum all over her fingers without much warning. Making a mess of her hand and his belly alike, he whimpered his way right into her mouth when she finally could wait no longer, and lunged. Engulfed, smothered in slick flesh, ravished from every side by her tongue, Cherno found himself bathing in the afterglow of orgasm and yet still twitching with desire all at once. She feasted upon him, stuffing him into her throat with ease, gulping hard on his face. There was much more care she could have taken to savour him, but she was shaking with the need to have him by then, as if possessed by the wendigo’s curse. Perhaps he was just that delicious to inspire her snarling ravenousness, vanishing from the cool air into the warmth of her body, gulp by gulp. Her trim, powerful frame was soon wrapped tightly enough around her prey as to highlight even the deer’s expressions here and there by the time his head touched down in her gut. She was so much bigger than him, but not so big he didn’t make for a bulge. Swelling her out swallow by swallow left him as a pair of legs and a cute ass sticking out between her fangs. She gnawed his butt a few times, wrapping her tongue around to swat it just to make him squirm, but that was all the teasing he was going to get. The rest was fierce, urgent shoving and swallowing, until his hooves vanished behind her teeth with a final, resounding gulp and a refreshed ahhhh of relief. Cori had put on such a show as to leave even Oghden nodding his approval. She turned to him, her gut stuffed with venison, grinning with pride. It didn’t take her long to crawl over and start playing with his cock, glossing up her paws with black, squeezing on the twin knots near the base. He returned the attention with his claws running over her belly to touch and tease at the deer inside. Cherno squirmed for him, still horny, still hard, so very excited to finally be inside the big cat he’d admired for so long. “Very good. I enjoyed the tongue work. Shall I hurry things along so I may have my turn?” His tone was very patient for a wendigo, Cherno noted from inside Cori’s rumbling stomach. Her growls were more urgent. “Do it. Rrrrrrr. I want him again. But I will share.” He ran his palm across her belly, feeling every little kick and squirm the deer gave her. As he did, his tongue slithered from his jaws almost as if moving on its own, winding down her body, caressing her damp fur, eventually slipping between her thighs. All the satisfaction she took from swallowing Cherno manifested in just how wet she was, and he lapped at that from all angles before pushing inside her soaking cunt. It began as a rumble all around the deer, one far more amplified than anything that had come before it. Gurgling up as if boiling, Cori’s gut began to rapidly churn him with the kind of intensity that was impossible to even process, leaving him simply squirming and faintly bleating while he still could. That didn’t last more than a few seconds. After that, he was smoothly melting down and absorbing into Cori’s body, processed in less than a minute, added to her shapely body. It was ever so like her to put on very little fat from eating an entire deer, instead spreading him to the places where she was most powerful for a little extra bulk. Though her tits did gain at least a little padding. For as many times as he had done it by then, reviving after being digested was always a disorienting experience. Especially after it all happened so quickly. Oghden seemed to merely beckon, and Cherno walked the world once more - or whatever world he had stumbled into, crossing the threshold of that open door into the cold. The wendigo watched him, squatted, hands pressed to the ground. The hunger coursing through him was apparent in the twitches and shudders of his body language, but he held it at bay for as long as he could to check on his prey first. “How do you feel, Cherno?” The deer took a moment to assess, holding out his hands and looking down over himself to make sure everything was intact. The absence of his antlers didn’t concern him. That made sense to save time, however it truly worked. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so immediately hard after coming back, but other than that, he could only think of one word. “Normal.” “Good. I suppose. Let us see if we cannot make you feel better.” Oghden leaned in close, huffing hotly over the deer’s whole form. Cherno throbbed so hard he flinched in response, taking just one step back. It wasn’t fear, he was pretty sure. Though he found himself wondering exactly how intense a wendigo’s stomach really was. Presuming he didn’t just find a whole other realm down there. He stood still, cupping his hands together, showing off his arousal. Something possessed him to slowly reach out, just to see if he could. Oghden was content to allow his bony snout a few pets. A few soft strokes along that skull satisfied Cherno’s curiosity. He looked into those sockets - the regular set first, and then the extra pair. They weren’t quite eyes, but he could feel a gaze from them nonetheless. He licked his lips and so did Oghden, so to speak. Just as it had tasted Cori, he began to wind it slowly around his prey-to-be. Cherno felt it slickly winding around his thigh, then teasing between his legs to brush along his balls. That got him tingling, even leaking out enough to soak into that long, warm appendage. In the midst of all that cold, Oghden had such a welcoming warmth, as if defined by the contrast. Cori sat nearby, thighs spread, openly fingering herself to the sight before her. Cherno gave her a glance and a nervous smile, but surely she understood his attention was diverted. That tongue worked up under his arms, then around his shoulders. He took a breath just before it wrapped around his throat. Then he closed his eyes as it began to cover his face. Wendigo drool was soaking into him, over nearly every inch. He trembled a little, knowing those jaws were wide open in front of his face without him even being able to see them. Oghden gave him a few last moments of anticipation but cut it off before it grew unbearable. Then he pulled. Cherno got yanked into the air so hard he thought he might have left his hooves behind a moment. In an instant, he was inside those jaws. Though framed by fangs, he never felt them - only the smooth, warm, slick embrace of a maw and the gullet that followed. None of him was outside that body anymore. That throat worked too fast. There was desperation and ferocity in those swallows, turning him from a neck bulge into a shape in the wendigo’s belly in seconds. Oghden rolled with the motion and the momentum, seating himself as that deer gathered in his gut, clutching his prey. Cherno was solid beneath those hands at first. Oghden gave about until he was fully swallowed. Then it was all rapid squeezing, melting, squishing him down to nothing until those long fingers sank into the soft gut. He snuffed his prey in a moment and showed no sign of wearing him. Cherno didn’t get so much as a gasp inside that stomach before he was gone. Oghden huffed and sometimes snorted, steam rising from his skull as he stroked his middle. Of course he didn’t look any fuller as he turned his head to Cori once more. “Impressive. But that’s cheating. Get that buck back here, and let me show you how to hunt.” “Very well.” Cherno staggered when he returned, as if still feeling the momentum of that tongue yank. He held up his hands, asking for a moment. Cori’s tail lashed back and forth as she waited, but she wasn’t cruel. She allowed that deer to breath and straighten himself out. He stood up tall once he caught his breath, and turned his attention to the cat. She was down and ready to pounce, and he simply braced himself, ready for more. He wasn’t any less hard. “No no. You’re not going to just stand there this time.” Cori held up a hand, making a circular motion with her finger. “I want you to run.” “Oh ... okay!” A deer knew how to do that. Running with his cock that hard was a little awkward, but seeing that look in the big cat’s eyes was all he needed to set off his instincts. Whirling and bolting as best a buck could, he left her looking after his short tail until she couldn’t bear it anymore. The snow melted around his steps to give him a clear path towards the trees, but he never made it that far. Cori sprinted after him until he couldn’t hear her paws anymore. It was only when she hit him that he realized the silence was her soaring through the air with a pounce. They crashed to the forest floor together. He was pretty sure he broke something from the impact, but he didn’t feel it. Her fangs were upon him in a moment, from behind. They moved from his throat to his skull, pressing in briefly before she started gobbling. There was only one thing to do when she set off his instincts like that. He kicked and fought with her, no matter how futile that was sure to be. He managed a few kicks against her bulk. Those hooves could hurt, but of course she didn’t flinch. Instead, she just made more of a show of it. Yanking him up until he dangled fully from her jaws, she took her hands off him and let her gullet alone support him. Swallowing him straight up while he flailed about, all under the wendigo’s watchful gaze, she snarled around her meal until he could feel her teeth dig in just a little. That slowed his squirms lest he wound himself, though he probably wouldn’t have felt that either. His cock wasn’t getting any softer, soon throbbing as she engulfed it and began to gulp it with the rest of him. Working himself to exhaustion somewhere deep down her throat, he slumped into the big cat’s head toss and slipped down to enter a familiar belly once more. The chamber was empty of every sign he’d been there before, as if she hadn’t eaten in days. She didn’t melt him down immediately once he was all curled up within her. Instead, she cradled him, jostling him up and down with every step back to their meeting point until she crudely belched. Smacking her lips and wiping them with the back of her hand, she pushed her gut out towards the wendigo for him to touch and squeeze. He gave a few approving nods. “A brief hunt. But you have proven your intent: he would not have made it no matter how much of a headstart you gave him. You would always find him.” Cori simply growled her satisfaction to hear that at first, purring just a little for her prey. “And I suppose you’re every bit as swift, hmm?” “Perhaps or perhaps not.” “Show me what you can do, skullface.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Let’s have one more. Or a few. Let’s be honest.” Cherno took a deep breath of the heavy, humid air around him just in preparation. The digestion took just a little longer that time - long enough to allow him to feel himself being broken down, compressed into a smaller and smaller space while he was bathed in juices working over time. Cori used him up and melted him down to the bone, working even through those thanks to the wendigo’s gift. Or perhaps it was simply how potent she really was. He couldn’t have said, and he couldn’t say anything at all when he dissolved enough to collapse down into the slush of himself for further absorbing and wearing upon that powerful feline frame. They gave him even more of a breather when he returned. He caught his breath, shook off the revival quivers, and blinked a few times. They were both watching him. Oghden scanned him up and down, in his way, then turned to Cori. “And what else shall I show you?” “Oh, you’re the worst to compete with. Impress me! Conquer me!” she said, half-growling, half-laughing. “Hmmm.” Oghden tapped a claw to his snout. “Very well. Cherno?” “Mm?” The deer was admittedly a little shaky, bouncing a little where he stood, too excited and nervous about whatever came next. The wendigo offered no further explanation. He simply began to hum, crouched where he was, slowly opening his mouth to give his prey a full look at the black-dripping depths beyond his fangs. Cherno was uncertain at first, until he started to do something more than hear. He began to listen. The song was simple at first, a repeating melody that slowly drew his ears towards it, followed by the rest of him, piece by piece. He found himself leaning closer. A few moments later, he was walking. It was an exhilarating feeling to be enthralled like that. He tried to tug his body out away from that compelling voice. That worked at first, halting him in place. Soon he had no control, and yet every motion felt like his own. He wanted so badly to approach those jaws, to put himself within biting range. And the more he listened, the more he began to do Oghden’s work for him. He climbed up to stand on the wendigo’s thighs, stretched his arms towards that gaping mouth, reached inside to touch that tongue. Oghden welcomed him with a gentle curl of his tongue around the deer’s wrists, but he offered no force, no aggression. Slowly pushing deeper, Cherno found himself so entranced by defying his survival instincts that he ended up cumming on his predator. The wendigo didn’t seem to mind. He hummed until the deer’s head was inside, his neck framed between those teeth. It would have been ever so easy, and yet he held off. The show of willpower alone was enough to give even Cori pause. She rumbled her approval as the deer began to outright crawl down the monster’s throat, entirely because he wanted to. Only when he was in gulping range did Oghden began to swallow. He worked slowly there too, no longer devouring, no longer feasting so much as simply feeding. Cherno got halfway inside of his own volition before the wendigo took over, and even then, Oghden only clutched him by the hips, lifting him into the air to push him down all the more smoothly. Deep, heavy gulps eventually overtook the deer’s senses, and he sighed his way into that embrace, feeling completely safe, no matter the danger. He would have fed himself to that creature even if it meant his end. It still did, for all he knew. With a slow, even careful tilt of his head, Oghden finished off his meal with gentle ease. Cherno slipped down, and that time he actually found himself with some time to enjoy the wendigo’s belly. He admittedly started stroking himself the moment he touched down. That wintery breath followed, adding welcome coolness to the warm surroundings, leaving him squirming as the gurgles began, rocking him slowly to sleep with that squishy lullaby. It worked slowly, but he knew he was being dissolved by the time he began to nod off, wrapped up tight in complete contentment, sighing his way to another digestion. Cori snorted when she saw that belly shrinking at last. She couldn’t even find something to tease about. “Restraint. Very admirable, for one of ... your nature. No offense intended.” “None taken.” Oghden gave her a small smile. She naturally gravitated towards him, pressing close, reaching down to run her fingers along his belly and his cock alike. Feeling Cherno melting more gradually under that fur had a way of getting her wet. In the deer’s fleeting moments of consciousness, he felt them pressing together, neither on top so much as they were simply close. Kissing, licking, stroking, then fucking, they worked themselves to a belly-jostling rhythm until the wendigo’s middle was smooth and the deer was gone again. They didn’t forget to bring him back even mid-orgasm. Cherno found himself bathing in their mutual scent of lust when he returned. He was just in time to hear the snarl of Cori’s orgasm - and the terrifying roar of Oghden’s. The sound alone knocked him off his hooves. He found himself sitting there, watching them rut each other, listening to the gushing squelch of cum filling the big cat as she squirted herself to a toe-curling, back-clawing finish. The deer was blushing just to be a voyeur to something so fierce, but all attention was upon him in a moment. “Ohh, Cherno. I loved your taste so much. Come. Join us.” Cori was still rumbling and panting post-orgasm, but she wasn’t any less aroused. He sat where he was, finding his legs ignoring him. She just had to slowly pull off that knotted cock herself with a succulent pop and crawl over to him, wrapping her lips around his shaft to slurp and sample without a second thought. He bleated out at first, putting a hand over his mouth until he settled down to just moaning. Getting her teeth close to his shaft like that was only briefly concerning when he felt how well she could suck. He was slowly rolling his hips just to deal with the pleasure she gave him, and that was before she brought her tongue into the equation. Licking his nuts, and scooping under them to massage his taint, she sucked him off while Oghden moved around behind him. He let the looming presence of the wendigo feed into his lust, getting him harder and harder. Tilting his head back to moan into the night sky, he got a perfect inverted view of those slavering jaws descending upon him the moment he went to a peak. Cori didn’t relent, deepthroating him with ease, loudly gulping on his tip all while Oghden overtook his face in his jaws, mouth, and throat in a single lunge. They were having a little war with him, tugging them between both their mouths. Oghden wanted to swallow more, and Cori wasn’t letting go, sucking all that deer spunk straight down. She gulped nearly as hard as him, until Cherno finally began to slip free of her lips thanks to the power of the gullet wrapping around his shoulders. One more deep, long swallow while he lingered in the last throes of his orgasm wrenched him out of Cori’s clutches and sent him sliding smoothly straight down to the bottom of that awaiting gut for the third time while the pantheress rubbed hers. He couldn’t remember the last time he came that hard. Cori knelt, licking her lips for a moment, and then simply continued her oral work by going down on the wendigo, catching those spurts and throbs that came from swallowing the deer. She wrapped her lips around that twice-knotted cock and moaned at his taste, drinking down the juices that flowed all the more freely thanks to all the deer working through his monstrous system. One more slowly simmering deep within that belly was only going to turn him on more. “Shall we give him a rest? We don’t want to break his mind,” Oghden said, fondly rubbing a hand over his prey once more, barely digesting him at all. “Hmmmglurrrrk ...” was Cori’s response. She slowly pulled off that cock, slobbering all the way, lips and tongue stained black. “Very well. For now. But I have at least a hundred more ways I want to eat him. Such a good triple date this has made.” “So it has. You were right. And all in time. I want to keep eating him too. Does that sound good, Cherno? We will have much more for you than that. But you remain difficult to resist.” He patted his middle a few times. It wasn’t that the deer couldn’t respond as he simply didn’t have the words. He squirmed a little, pushing out at the walls around him, running his fingers over the surfaces, rubbing the juices a little deeper into his fur. A moan escaped him as best an answer as he could provide. Cori dove down that cock, throating it with a heavy glork and sucking on the beast of the forest while he ever so slowly digested that deer into yet another meal, yet another load of cum, and yet more fuel for the indulgences to come. Oghden’s hunger might not ever end, but at least it could be softly soothed by the warmth of a delicious deer, for a little while. He was going to make sure to show Cherno how grateful he was when that pretty buck was back once more.