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Hunters Moon series

Characters Pelnak and Cassiopeia are

© Cederwyn Whitefurr used with permission

written by Possum with assistance from Cederwyn Whitefurr

New moon Rising Chapter 3

Pelnak and Cassiopeia lay together, shaking and crying like fawns who'd just been traumatised beyond their comprehension. Ely remained kneeling, his own quivering and battle with his grief and pain all to evident in his body language and the scent from him.

Ely was still visibly shaken and clearly replaying the events over in his mind. His desire to not bring up his history plain, as he struggled to his hooves and turned away; head lowered and he began tearing at the grass and branches, as if they were the cause of his pain and anger that fought within his body.

Cassiopeia rose, then she stepped before Pelnak, who blinked, sniffled and wiped his muzzle on his forelegs.

"We shouldn't have pressed him like that I fear he may become a danger to us in his present state."

Pelnak looked up at her, then glanced past her at Ely, before turning back to look into her haunted eyes. "What do you mean? His story is brutal! He's suffered horribly, no denying that - our...my own..."

Pelnak sniffled and Cassiopeia nuzzled him.

"I do not - yet - view him as a threat love...." Pelnak murmured.

Cassiopeia's ears pricked forward head cocked to the left slightly "What do you mean? When he lost his temper - didn't you see? Did you see his eyes!"

Pelnak blinked "No...no, I didn't...why?"

Cassiopeia shuddered, then twisted her neck around to glance at Ely, before she looked back at Pelnak, her ears slicking back in fear. "There's something about him something he's not told us I think he can command Magicks"

Pelnak recoiled, his hackles slowly rising as he fought hard to resist the urge to protect his mate from a perceived threat to her and his fawn. His eyes widened, ears flattened aggressively before harshly whispering "What? How? he said they all died!"

"Yes he did, but he also said the his mother used it and there was a Sage that recognised it! When he yelled at me for a moment I saw a flash of something cross his eyes! I think he knows how to use it but it seems if he gets lost in emotion he loses control of it. That is what concerns me!" Cassiopeia replied turning and nodding in Ely's direction as they watched a tear fall from closed eyes on a lowered head.

Pelnak looked harder at Ely, now not certain about their safety as he was a moment ago before asking. "So what do we do?"

Cassiopeia shrugged "Long term I think it would be best if he moves on, but for right now perhaps he needs a couple of frisky whitetails to distract him and clear his mind" she says winking at Pelnak...

Across the clearing Ely is indeed in a mental struggle, dragging up those memories is wreaking havoc on his mana and he is fighting to consolidate the memories into his being. Having repressed them long ago. He struggles to restore his centre but keeps falling back to that frightened innocent fawn he once was.

So focused he wasn't keeping track of his surroundings and was unprepared for the sudden jolt of pleasure that tore through his body completely negated his struggle and momentarily drove everything out of his mind.

He snapped his head back to see Cassiopeia behind him with a grin on her muzzle briefly before her head disappeared beneath his now flagged tail, He felt her teasing breath as she inhaled his growing scent sending warm shocks over his increasingly wet slit moaning he lowers his rump trying to drive her tongue into his folds but she pulls back so to keep teasing the slit as it grows redder and wetter by the moment.

Cassiopeia was surprised, she practically walked directly to Ely's rump in the open without him noticing. Completely the opposite of her first approach the day before though she intended to eat something else today. The final approach she kept low closing the last few meters in the blind spot of his rump.

Seeing her target the still pink slit with traces of her mates work still within, when she licked the slit. She was met by a static shock pricking her fur on end and surprising her. Cassiopeia grinned as she looked past Ely's rump to his blank eyed open mouthed look

Well that's got his attention Cassiopeia mused let's see how long he can last.

As she began to blow and tease the puffy slit before her. Ely's body screamed for the heated folds to be attended to but no matter how he shifted his rump the most he would feel is the tickle of whiskers or the slighted light brush of muzzle fur.

Cassiopeia keeping ahead of his movements as his arousal leaked freely strings of it getting thrown by the violent thrashing as he tried desperately to have something go inside.

Cassiopeia smirked enjoying the power she held over Ely in this moment before a violent thrust sent a string of his juice across her nose, on instinct she licked it clean without thinking and was immediately hit full force by Ely's arousal. The pheromones transferring his wanton need and desires as clearly as if they were her own.

Eyes rolling in her head she inhaled the scent in multiple full breaths before pushing forward driving her tongue deeply into the folds now trapped in this act as the scent leaked around her nose as she gulped down the spicy nectar mixed with her mates seed she found within driving her deeper as her own folds spurted her own arousal onto the ground.

Ely's struggles ceased instantly when he bleated in unbridled pleasure as the doe drove into him. He felt a nibble on his throat. His eyes wide he looks down to see Pelnak who does a slow wide circle 4 inches of his penis showing as he deliberately drew it out giving a twitch of his groin to make the length jiggle.

Holding Ely's gaze, Pelnak giggled and lay in front of Ely and rolling on his back legs tucked cutely out of the way, the pink member contrasting directly with his white underbelly. Pelnak's scent has the expected effect on Ely's senses as he leans down without hesitation and smelled the aroused buck. Ely's mouth filled with saliva, his nostrils flared as he smelt the mouth-watering gift before his muzzle.

He lightly licks the fur around the opening of Pelnak's sheath careful to avoid the more sensitive flesh protruding, the desired effect was immediate as Pelnak's length sprung forth and a thin jet of pre spurted across his chest and neck.

Ely's eyes roll back as Cassiopeia is consumed in his fluids and is now trying to press her muzzle deeper into his folds while trying to lick every part therein at once. This triggers Ely's recessive female side to take over as he wraps his long tongue around Pelnak's length curling completely around it one and a half times leaving 4 inches in the air, satisfied with his grip he starts to rock his head left and right gripping tight with his tongue and stroking along the length within.

Pelnak was in bliss jetting pre , it spattering over his chest and grass, legs flicking and twitching as he tries to thrust into the hot embrace sliding quickly along his length. Ely picks up on this and shakes his head vigorously speeding up the effects on the shaking whitetail below before, twisting his head and swallowing Pelnak's length. Easily, Ely takes the smaller Whitetail's length into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the full length undulating to pull it deeper.

Pelnak grunts like a feral stag, dismounting Ely's muzzle and thrusting forwards again, his senses overwhelmed by his beloved's amplified aroused scent, Ely's feminine scent and the sensations that compel him. He arches his back twisting up to mount Ely's head thoughtlessly his smaller frame only just through blind luck slotting between the lethal tines atop Ely's head.

Ely smirks at the effect he's having on this buck until the buck mounts him in a flash feeling his forelegs close, tightening around the back of his head he freezes in place. Pelnak stumbles from one hind hoof to another, humping at Ely's forehead frantically. Ely frowns, then he's painfully and instantly aware of the pressure on his antlers and worried something horrid has happened.

Until Pelnak resumes thrusting but much harder and faster now he has a solid grip.

"Silly Buck!" Ely giggles.

His long, supple tongue swirls around the base of Pelnak's member again, gripping it tight as Pelnak grunts and thrusts harder. Ely closes his eyes, hearing Pelnak's snorts and hoof-falls. Ely grins wider, tightening his already firm hold with his tongue around Pelnak's member and works hard to bring this buck off as fast as possible before he succumbs to Cassiopeia's efforts behind him.

Cassiopeia meanwhile has been buried up almost her eyes, which are squeezed closed tightly. Her muzzle is wet and slick with Ely's natural fluids and some of Pelnak's semen, but she is oblivious. For a while now, her jaws ache from the crushing grip that Ely can exert wit her vaginal walls, and Cassiopeia's wild desire from straining to get her lounge deeper still. At the rate the walls are contracting around her muzzle - those strong, slippery and delicious walls squeezing Cassiopeia's muzzle backwards and down, Cassiopeia knows that she's getting very close to ending this first so lost in her task the fact she is not being serviced never entered her mind.

Ely is losing the battle with Pelnak. Pelnak's scent is assaulting his nose directly driving his lusts higher and higher. Cassiopeia is somehow keeping pace with his lusts and it comes to a head when he bleats out loudly, His internal walls grip Cassiopeia's muzzle, making her gasp in fright. She tries to pull her head back, but the strong, muscular ripples pull it forwards, until about another three inches are driven into Ely's depths.

Ely bleats again, as he feels Cassiopeia struggle and her muffled grunts and cries, as Ely's strong muscular contractions tunnel locks her jaws shut in place. Pelnak, rutting Ely's tongue and forehead like a feral - feels the vibration of Ely's beat through his aching scrotum. This is what sets Pelnak off and his hind legs slam against Ely's shoulders as he gives a final thrust like a feral. His hot, spraying semen flies between Ely's antlers, spattering over his rump and Cassiopeia's back. Hes so lost in the pleasure, so overwhelmed, he doesn't even notice as Ely lifts his head up and lifting Pelnak off the ground as he squealed and thrusts again. Ely's head raises to the sky in bliss

Cassiopeia is caught completely by surprise, literally, she tries to pull free but the grip is far too tight.

"Mmphh!" Cassiopeia squeals, but its muffled to a weak moan.

There is a warmth, then a rush of fluids presses against her lips and shoots into her nostrils. Cassiopeia fears she will drown, so virulent is the flood that instantly soaks her muzzle and starts trying to squeeze its way out of Ely's nethers. Cassiopeia begins to panic, her front hooves alternating against the ground as she digs her hind ones in and pulls with all she has.

Pleasure turns to pain and fear, as she pulls again, feeling her muzzle gripped like a vice, so powerful is Ely's orgasm and convulsions. Again, Cassie struggles, before she feels her slick muzzle move. Her lungs are screaming, her nostrils choked, as with another sharp pull, Cassiopeia squeals as her muzzle is released with a wet slurp. Stumbling, Cassie falls onto her rump with a had thump, followed by a cascade of semen and red deer female fluids that gush down her throat, her chest and belly. Ely bleats in wild pleasure, before his knees crumple and he falls to the ground

Pelnak twitches his last few spurts, then he shudders and feels Ely's body shiver and go limp. Pelnak blinked, then he shook himself, before freezing, feeling two razor sharp antler tines pricking his flanks. He's stuck, well and truly, last dribbles of his semen falling onto Ely's forehead, as Pelnak squirms and whimpers in fear.

Cassiopeia slowly rose, then shuddered and blew threw her nostrils multiple times, until she swallowed and shuddered. Awkwardly, she got back to her hooves and walked around the unconscious Red Deer. Her eyes widened, as she looked at Pelnak, who was trapped.

"Well," Cassiopeia began, hearing Ely's deep, exhausted breath. "I guess that worked...just...how did you end up stuck up there!

Pelnak snorted, then shuddered, as Cassie lowered her head and gently pushed against Ely, until the exhausted stag rolled onto his side. Gripping Pelnak by his scruff, Cassiopeia pulled him free, as Pelnak sobbed and whimpered in pain.

"Ow...watch it..." Pelnak whimpered.

Cassiopeia smirked, then slid her head under his chest and bunted him playfully.

"Hey! Careful you don't...don't...oh..."

Cassiopeia smiled at him, as she nudged him harder and he dropped to his knees, then rolled over onto his back. Cassiopeia straddled him, before she looked down at him, and he gasped as the fawn kicked through Cassiopeia's belly and against his.

"I don't think the fawn likes this idea..." Pelnak grunted.

"Shush!" Cassiopeia grinned as she nibbled his throat, then rubbed her muzzle all over his, and his nostrils.

"I...oh..."

Cassiopeia gasped, as she twitched and Pelnak drive his hips up and forwards, his erection mounting her as deep as it could.

"Let...let me help, love - " Cassiopeia gurgled, as she backed up, her forelegs barely touching the ground with the hoof tips - until she was almost sitting upright on him.

"Urk - " Pelnak gurgled, his eyes rolling as he felt pleasure build within him, fuelled by the scent and taste of Ely's orgasm,

Cassiopeia grinned, her own lustful thoughts swirling, as she wriggled slightly from side to side, then squeezed down her labial muscles. "Yes but you seem to have been forgotten this time round, fortunately I can help."

*

Hours later, Cassiopeia lays panting on the near unconscious Pelnak, who twitches and moans softly.

"What...was that!" Pelnak croaks, his throat raw and dry, tongue swollen and dehydrated.

"I...I think..." Cassiopeia murmured. "Ely has...his..."

"Pheromones...I'm sorry - " He whispers, rolling back onto his knees. "They - I never knew, they'd effect you both so...much."

Ely grunted softly, then shuddered. "Ah, the vitality and lust of youth, how I miss it..." Ely's eyes fluttered closed, then his head fell onto the floor, a loud snore coming from his exhausted body.

"I think we broke him..." Cassiopeia giggled softly.

Frowning, Pelnak thought for a moment, before he shook his head. "Wait here love, keep watch over him, I'll not be gone long!"

Pelnak trotted off, his mind still partially fogged from the lovemaking he had shared with stag and doe.

"Its...here somewhere, it was last spring!" Pelnak muttered, his nose to the ground as his eyes search for a specific herb. "I know it grows here..."

For fifteen minutes, he trotted all over the clearing, frowning, snorting and shaking his head.

"No, wait...wrong valley..." Lifting his head, he broke into a long stride, one he knew he could maintain for hours if necessary, his cloven hooves thundering beneath him.

"Aha - " Pelnak muttered, as he pushed through the thicket, his nose flaring as he could the scent of the acrid herbs flowers.

Pelnak had no idea he was walking into a trap...

A hundred yards away, hidden in some shrubs and small trees, a man's eyes widened in surprise. Dressed in store bought camouflage clothes, over which was worn a bright orange vest. He held his breath, a 30/30 rifle lifted and with utmost care, the man slid the bolt back and forth, a faint click-clack coming from the rifle.

"That's it...lift that gorgeous head, give me a clean shot..."

*

Ely grunted, then he lifted his head and shook it, his mind feeling like it'd been stuffed with cotton. He rose, then shook himself. Cassiopeia's mind swirled and she looked at those large, firm orbs between his hind legs and the large furred sheath. With a gasp, Cassiopeia blinked and shook her head, then looked away.

"Don't think I didn't see that little Doe - " Ely chuckled. "What...what happened to me?"

"From what we saw we wore you out this time" Cassiopeia says omitting her suspicions about what was really going on inside his head.

"That is impressive not many have been able to do that" Ely replies honestly

"Thank yo..."

Cassiopeia's eyes suddenly widened, and she screamed in agony, instinctively biting at her shoulder. Ely rushed to her, then as he touched her, the magick flared and he saw into her mind...

A split second later, they hear the loud rapport of the rifle....

*

Pelnak screamed, his body dropping to the ground as he choked and wailed. He tried to rise, tried to do anything - but his body flared with agonising fire. Blood sheeted down his neck and he felt himself grow cold and weak. He could breathe - barely - but he felt the trickle of blood down his eosophagas - a trickle that soon grew stronger and stronger. He would - literally - drown in his own blood...

Stepping out from his camouflage, the hunter slung the rifle over his back and walked towards where Pelnak lay, foamy blood flecking his lips and nostrils as he choked and gurgled, eyes rolling wildly.

"Damn it - sights out - I aimed for the heart - I shot you in the gods damned throat!"

Pelnak gurgled more, his blood starting to flood into his lungs.

With a disgusted snort, the hunted gripped Pelnak by the antlers and pulled his head up and back.

"Just die already - I'm not wasting another bullet on you! Pah, you're not even a trophy stag! You're...what? Six points? Pathetic..."

Pelnak was helpless, he gagged and drowned, before he gurgled and a large bubble of blood formed on his lips then popped. He felt his head cruelly pulled back a nylon rope slung under his antlers, which were pulled cruelly backwards and tied to a back leg so his throat was open and exposed.

"May as well end it for you, useless damn buck - not going to bother taking your head as a trophy..."

Pelnak's eyes rolled, as he felt the hunter place a sharp blade against his throat.

No...not...not like this... Pelnak screams in his mind.

"Well - got any last words..." Pelnak's eye grow wide and fearful remembering the last being to use that phrase his mind closed in fear...

"Actually - " Grunted the man, before he sheathed the knife, sliding it into the scabbard. "I got a better idea...for a waste of venison!"

He walked into Pelnak's blind spot, then Pelnak felt his rear leg cruelly pulled up and away. His soft, tender and pale belly lay exposed and vulnerable.

"Not even a decent sheath on you..." Muttered the hunter. "You'd have about as much chance of breeding as..."

Agony suddenly seized Pelnak, as the knife was driven home into his pelvic region, then sawing through fur, flesh and muscle, right up to his rib cage.

Pelnak knew agony unlike anything he'd ever experienced. His hot, slippery intestines slithered out as the Hunter grunted and stood back, covering his nose with his bloodied forearm.

"Gods, you deer stink when we gut you..."

"Cassiopeia fled in as straight a line as she could, blinded by the agony her bond with her lover was bringing her - tears streamed down her cheeks as Ely ran alongside her, his sharp, heavy antlers tearing through brush and thicket alike suddenly the link was lost and she stumbled

"No, no, no - " Cassiopeia wailed, her breath panting and the agony was compounded, as the chemicals released into her blood made her unborn fawn kick and struggle.

"Don't...talk - " Ely grunted. "Just...if you love your mate - run!"

Pelnak screamed again, as the hunter grunted, unmindful of Pelnak's fate - indeed - through will or just incredible misfortune, Pelnak was still alive - but his life was a thread he clung too, knowing through the bond, his lover was coming.

"Still alive? I'm impressed..."

Sliding something inside Pelnak's anus, the hunter grinned and twisted it, as spikes tore through Pelnak's anal walls and large intestine - before the Hunter placed a boot on Pelnak's rump.

"Ready? Oh, this is going to hurt...a lot... It'll be over in just a moment. Don't cry little one...you won't live for lo..."

Something hard, heavy and angry, struck him and sent him rolling across Pelnak's body, crashing to the ground. He gasped, then stared up at the muzzle of Cassiopeia, who snarled with a feral intensity.

My love...

Cassiopeia's eyes snapped to the body of Pelnak, her mind and vision distracted, before the hunter gasped and drive his knife straight between her second and third rib, then tried to twist it...

With a shriek, Cassiopeia's breath vanished as he punctured one of her lungs, it deflating in her chest. He grinned up at her, pulling the knife free and feeling the hard, savage kick against her belly, his eyes widened and he stabs her in the lower belly

"NO!" Comes a crack like thunder, then Cassiopeia feels herself flung away like she was a fawn swatted by a bear.

She crashed heavily near Pelnak, trying to breath and only managing a brief sip of air, the temperature plummets in an instant, before her eyes widen and she looks, dumbfounded and horrified…

Ely rises - like some apparition from the depths of the hells, standing bipedal as he towers over the human who stares up - eyes wide in disbelief. Dark emerald energy surges from the ground, crackling and spitting, as it swirls and entwines Ely in its grasp. He isn't harmed by this eldritch magick - if anything - it seems to strengthen him.

His fingers splay apart, as he draws more of the energy from the ground and into and through himself, his eyes blazing with the dark forces he suddenly commands. His muzzle wreathed in the snarl of his Lupid heritage, fangs long and glistening, saliva drooling from his gums.

"You...you're not...not..." Stammers the man, he tries to stab with the knife the blade turns to dust glinting on the roaring winds surrounding this… this creature of darkness.

"FOOLISH CHILD!" Comes a roar from Ely - but its not Ely's voice - it is - something primal dark and malevolent... "YOU DARE TO TORTURE ONE OF MY CHILDREN, FOR YOUR OWN SICK PLEASURE?"

Cassiopeia gurgles and convulses, darkness closing in on her - as she hears the voice snap like summer lightning, the tone, the power she realises something is amiss, she should be regenerating her wounds by now but Ely's dark form is seaming to draw from everything around it her every instinct fears it...

Ely's whole body writhing and crackling - every strand of fur on his form standing on end before he grins evilly.

Eldritch magick seizes the hunter, slamming him against a tree that rises like a missile from its silo - it is easier twenty feet in diameter - a single massive redwood - and with strength born of Nature, the energy claiming Ely lifts the strangling Human off the ground, until he's about nine feet off the forest floor.

"You took the lives of my children...now, your own is forfeit. I claim that which was wrongfully taken from my children - to bestow the gift of life back to them!"

Eldritch magicks seized the human, who began convulsing and screaming - his pain beyond anything the mortal realm could hope to come close too - before Ely clenched his paw around the humans throat - then snapped it backwards. He held - something - in his paw.

It was ghostly, indistinct, it clawed at the iron-like wrists that clutched its throat, whilst the human screamed and held out his hands beseechingly towards the ghostly form held in this enigmatic Stag's paw.

With a disgusted snort, Ely flexed his muscles and the human's neck snapped as easily as one would a chickens. As the body kicked and convulsed, Ely growled and released it, before he dragged the ghostly spirit with him, then knelt down beside Pelnak's still form.

Placing one paw on Pelnak, Ely shudders, the other holding the eldritch, screaming soul of the human in his grip.

"A life for a life..." Ely's not-voice whispers, as he closes his eyes, the emerald magicks swirling and sliding over Pelnak, as the human soul screams soundlessly.

Pelnak's eyes snap open and he utters a raw, primal shriek of fear and pain, as the magick spear through his body. It is over in seconds, the ghostly apparition held in Ely's paw withering and shrinking, eventually evaporating into dust, that Ely lets fall from his paw as he bows his head.

The wild summoned magicks are released calmly sinking back into the earth from whence they came.

While Pelnak injuries heal like watching a recording of the event in reverse in seconds he is completely healed physically at least before he rises to his hooves looking over his body able to move and breath freely once again.

Cassiopeia nuzzled her belly - instinctively, she knew her fawn was dead - she couldn't sense the life within her womb anymore. Reaching for it mentally - there was nothing but a cold, lifeless void, where once, there was warmth and love.

Neither notice Ely's tired smile, happy they are safe or his cough of blood before he collapses to the ground

Cassiopeia balls openly “Our fawn....It's it."

“ELY!" Pelnak shrieks both deer turn to Ely's crumpled form

Ely wasn't breathing…