Wendigo Preservation
Humans have hunted cryptid creatures through our existence. Historically, they represented an existential threat, but humanity's recent dominance over our environment has pushed many of the creatures who once threatened the safety of settlements to the brink of extinction themselves. Accordingly reports of predation from these creatures have become rare, when once talk of the beast's actions were commonplace.
Fortunately for them, many humans feel guilty about the impact of our progress, and seek to preserve the natural things. Even dangerous ones. Cryptid preservationists work to protect the creatures who hunted us, who stalked and sprung from just beyond the dim firelight we clung to not long ago.
A small number of these preservationists are extereme even among their peers. These individuals seek to increase the dwindling populations of monsters by any means necessary, and this includes methods which require some method of human sacrifice, or at least extremely high risk of it. Often they volunteer themselves for the task.
Would you suppress the fear of death to save a dying species?
>You're deep in the Appalachian north on a "hunting" expedition.
>It's late fall, and the faintest feeling of winter has begun to set over the landscape.
>This morning was especially cold. Frost clung to the ground for over an hour after the sun rose and the chill in your bones has yet to subside
>The uncomfortable cold is made far worse by your hunger
>It's been nine days since your last actual meal. You started a strict 100 calorie per day diet three days before setting off.
>The token morsels and daily multivitamin are enough to keep you moving, barely.
>Normally starving yourself before a long backpack into late season Appalachia is beyond unadvisable, but the starvation is necessary
>It makes you attractive.
>The scent of a ravenous human is far different from a healthily fed one, and your quarry is only interested in the former.
>Yesterday you finally got a hint that you were close.
>Well, not exactly.
>It's not you who is really doing the hunting. You're more like bait, and your much desired predator has begun to take a real interest.
>The scent was subtle at first, but unmistakable
>Death. Decay.
>It's grown from a wisp to a constant quality of the air.
>She's close.
>Thought there's no other sign, you know it. It's a feeling of dread that compounds the hunger and cold. It's clawing at the back of your skull, and driving spikes of anxiety through your chest.
>You're still walking, but carefully. Quietly. Your senses are running at their peak, but there's nothing.
>You can feel it, but there's no sight, no sound. It's just there.
>Then for a moment you catch movement. Just in the periphery, and so brief it seems unreal.
>You turn to the left, where the glimmer was, and of course you're immediately struck from the right.
>Your pack and jacket are torn from you before you hit the ground
>She's excited, maybe desperate. You feel the same way, though she doesn't know it.
>You put up a real fight for her, but of course you're diamond hard already
>You suspect their hunting method is designed for that effect, even in normal humans
>The slow build up of terror, then the strike. A sharp pulse of adrenaline and blood pressure
>A fear boner
>She tears your jeans open with one claw, and shrieks with delight as what she finds.
>She pins you down with increased ferocity
>Her hot, bony, predatory jaws are open and inches from your face
>You're struggling, but any real effort makes her claws dig in, and her sharp, mouth motion towards your neck
>The threat is clear. Stop moving, or I'll kill you.
>She drops her hips, and a warm slickness touches the front of your shaft.
>Finding the mark, she rolls her gaunt, bony hips forward and impales herself on your cock
>She rides you rhythmically, purposefully
>The tightness is unreal, and the heat is turning your mind into cotton
>You won't last long, but that's the point
>She has a goal in mind: Get you off as quickly as possible
>After several minutes of trying desperately to hold out, you just can't stop the fire building within you
>The pain from her claws, the cold ground below, her hot breath on your face and neck, the tight grip of her pussy over your cock, and the feel of her pelvis pressed firmly against yours. It all melds together in a blur of intensity
>Your eyes roll back, and you shoot powerful thick ropes of cum into her
>She shudders and spasms. Her pussy warms and drenches you in femcum, but she maintains her composure through her orgasm.
>She waits a few moments, pressed against you still as you pulse the last bits of cum into her
>Finally satisfied with her breeding, she lifts up off you cock, and wastes no time. She goes in for an actual kill
>She closes in, her jaws less than a second away from crushing your neck. Her harp claw fingers grab tighter, piercing your skin
>You thrust up at the last moment, getting a short out of character gasp from the beast
>You withdraw, and hammer upwards again, making a loud smack as your wet bodies connect.
>Instead of clamping over your neck, she bites your shoulder
>Her claws release your arms and grab around your chest instead
>You grab her and start giving her the best fuck she's ever had. She's shrieking and thrashing in your grip, unable to coordinate herself to even thrust back onto you
>You roll to the side and she follows, letting your shoulder from her maw
>With better advantage, you start absolutely fucking plowing her monster pussy
>You're thrusting hard, she grabs around your back and digs into you, trying to pull you closer on ever stroke
>You stretch your head forward and lick under her bone jaw, she seems to actually feel it and dips her head forward
>She snakes a long pointy tongue into your mouth and you kiss against the tip of her snout
>You're getting close again, and she's closer. Her movements are jerky, she seems to be putting every ounce of effort into trying to maintain your kiss
>You pull back from her mouth and thrust with renewed intensity
>She howls and shrieks, her head lolls back onto the group and her body is shaking uncontrollably
>You're holding on with the ungodly strength of a man near orgasm, and only one thought is on your mind
>Cum, breed this creature, impregnate her
>It was your goal from the start, and although technically accomplished, you can't stop
>You simply feel it deep in your being. You need to seed her again, and again.
>Your vision blurs, your body no longer in your control. You roll over the edge like a freight train and blow even more strongly than before
>A painfully hot stream of cum jets from you, then another, and another. Every pulse feels like a day of work and a night of rest. By the fourth spurt you realize you've been screaming
>Five, six, six, no wait- seven, is that right? Your mind is fuzzy, your vision dim
>You're coming down off the peak and your painfully arched back begins to soften
>All your muscles relax, your head lolls forward
>She's starting up at you. She looks different. Almost... loving.
>She's covered in blood. You're covered in blood. You're dimly aware of the slashes down your back, and the punctures in your arms and shoulder.
>You fall forward, your muscles don't work. Your mind doesn't work.
>You black out
You weren't conscious for it, but she catches you.