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Mary kissed the back of my neck, her strong hands caressing my lower back, nails pressing against my skin just enough to leave red lines.

“I missed you,” she whispered in my ears, in that moment we were back in the Inn and still planning how to deal with a pack of hexwolves that had been killing sheep.

“I missed you too,” I kept my eyes closed, holding to that smell of stale beer on dirty mugs, the lulling warmth coming out of the cinders on the fireplace, and the comforting weight of the silver sword at my side.

“Have you been a good boy?” She held me and trough the darkness I could see her sharp smile.

Her hand touched my crotch, caressed the hardening cock until I was moaning in her hand. Her fingers closed around my erection, stroking my cock.

“M… Mary, let us go back now,” I pleaded, even though I knew there was no turning back. “We can go hunt manticores on the northern mountains, drink mulled wine around a fire.”

She laughed, fingers squeezing my cock tightly. “I don’t want to go back.”

“I have the potions!” I begged, my hands trying to look for my side bag. “The mind protection potions, they will break this enchantment and then we can go back together.”

“The Mother of the Forest called for me,” she whispered in my ear, her fingers squeezing my cock tight. “She took me into her nightly court, an old temple not of stone or glass, but of centennial trees and blood. Under the light of a red moon, she took me to hunt with Lena and her mates.”

“Mary…” I whimpered weakly, the image of the Inn fragmenting around us. Mary laughed and gave my cock a tight stroke. Her whole body was pressed against mine, the weight of her breasts pressed against my back.

“You should have seen it, me and Lena surrounded by those hexwolves, their big and strong paws holding us down, their tongues wandering all over our bodies… You saw their cocks? Just that big, red knot at the base is enough to make me cum.”

She forced me to my knees with a firm tug, pressing her still dripping cunt against my face, the powerful musk of the hexwolves was all over her, their cum dripping out of her.

“That’s it, drink it all! Those hexwolves fucked me senseless, and then I just stood there tied to them for what felt like hours, his knot locked deep inside of my cunt.

She was dripping wet, her own arousal mixing with the hexwolve’s cum. Its powerful musk filled my world, erased the memory of the inn until all I could think was of Lena on all fours being mounted by the hexwolf, the way his red cock plunged deep into her cunt and her almost bestial moans.

“I thought I was going insane with all this pleasure, dear,” Mary caressed my hair, pulled me tighter against her cunt. “I was ready to accept the wolves as my mates, but the Mother of the Forest had other plans to me, she took me to the gryphon’s territory where Christine was laying her first egg.”

She sat on my face, her ass pressing me down.

“Yes, taste it all! Gryphons are such competitive creatures, they fought to see who would fuck my ass first. The champion was the biggest gryphon I had ever seen, a scarred veteran that pinned me down with his claws and fucked my ass for hours.

I came, my cock twitching and spasming as my own cum dripped down my legs uselessly, my mouth filled with the gryphon’s cum as I kept licking her, incapable of stopping.

I was unable to concentrate, riding my own orgasm as the taste of cum filled all my thoughts. All the cautionary tales of hunters that faced demons came to my mind. There were monsters that used claws and fangs to attack you, to rend your flesh and break your bones, but demons sought to corrupt and transform human souls through pleasure and temptation. Whole volumes had been written about the fallen hunters that had become the plaything of demons.

I had read them, more times than I should have. I spent long nights awake in the library, promising myself that I was only preparing for my duty as a hunter. I couldn’t admit even for myself what I was looking for in those old tomes, but it was a craving that nagged at my very soul, even if I couldn’t admit it.

Mary had always been wild and strong, everything I could desire in a partner. But, I couldn’t be enough for her. I was soft, gentle. She had craved something no human could have provided her. She needed the touch of the wild and rough. She had spent all those years pretending to be human and it had only made her crave to come in contact with her wild side even more.

She got up, looking down at me with a content pleasure in her eyes. “You understand now?”

“That can’ be true,” I finally blurted out, the aftereffects of the orgasm slurring my words as I struggled to focus my mind.

“You can choose, stay here and be my servant just like Adam and Peter now worship and serve; Or you can take this and walk away now, knowing you will never see us ever again,” she held the mind potion in her open hand, offering me.

I took it quickly, afraid she would destroy it and held it close to my chest, struggling to remove the cork.

“Are you sure of your decision?” She took a step away from me and out of the tent. “Just imagine the pleasure you have experienced this night, it’s not something any human woman can offer you.”

I stood there for a moment, looking to Mary on the clearing, walking towards the lake. Why shouldn’t I run away? She was offering to let me go back to civilization, to become once more a hunter.

I moved towards her with determination, heart pumping with excitement, maybe I still could save her.

Mary paid me no attention, her eyes on the dark waters of the lake, taking a step into the waters; she didn’t even notice me until I was literally in front of her.

“Living amongst humans is like a dream,” she whispered to the lake, not paying attention to me. “I’m tired of them, tired of trying to become a part of their society.”

“Mary, come back with me,” I edged in. “We can still save everyone.”

She dragged her gaze from the depths of the lake towards me. “I suppose it looks scary when you can’t see it.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment, then finally said. “I… You are my wife!”

Mary sighed. “You sure about that? I’m not yours anymore, John. I belong to the hexwolves and the gryphons, I belong to the mother of the forest! As do you, if you accept it.”

I took a step back; he had stepped over some line. “No, I just…”

“What, afraid you might enjoy it?” Mary laughed and pinned me down.

“Never!” I protested.

“You saw what happened to your friends. They were strong too, up until they saw what real pleasure is. Learn to submit, dear, and you can still be happy.”

“They will send more hunters looking for us! We have a duty to purge these beasts and demons from the world!” I protested frantically, gazing around the clearing for an escape, then back towards Mary.

It was rage boiling inside of me, I conjured all the hatred I had cultivated for those beings and tried to counter the desires in my thoughts.

“Listen to their calling, dear,” Mary purred. “We have hurt them so much and so deeply, now it’s time we repay. This is their world and the age of human upon it is to be over! Let the hunters come, let them see the gospel of the Mother and know their sins! Let those that know it become vessels of the Mother!”

“Y… You can’t do this!” I sputtered. “We defended the realm! We stand against the darkness!”

She laughed, a frantic and broken laughter. “I need it! You can run if you want, but I need to do this! I have brought only pain to these creatures, but now I need to atone for my sins! I’m finally free to bring life instead of killing. It doesn’t matter these aren’t humans, they are something beautiful.”

Tentacles emerged from the water, coiling around her ankles and pulling her towards the lake. More tentacles emerged from the dark waters, wrapping tightly against her legs. Their cold flesh warmed up quickly, it was enticed by Mary’s feverish arousal, the tentacles throbbed and moved across her pale skin eagerly.

Mary received them enthusiastically and the tentacles tightened against her skin. Her clothes were pulled out of her body, ripped open by the tentacles as they sought the touch of her warm skin.

“Yes! Yes, Mother of the Forest, take me as one of your acolytes!” She screamed, pleasure filling her womb. The tentacles rippled with the pleasure they took from her, rubbing tightly against her skin, pressing it with delicious restriction.

And my own pleasure was growing from witnessing her pleasure. I couldn’t move away or even divert my eyes, fascinated by every debauched detail and movement of this depraved theater in front of me.

The tentacles pulled her arms back and her legs spread. What remained of her clothes slipped free of her body as she moaned and shuddered, between her legs her cunt was dripping wet. Her nipples were hard with the arousal that filled her mind.

More tentacles raised for her, hungry for her lust, eager for her pleasure. Her words were lost between moans as she begged the Mother of the forest and this creature to take her. Her body arched as a tentacle rubbed against her excited clitoris, pressing slightly against her wet pussy.

Despite myself, I gasped. The tentacle teasing and pressing along her glistening pussy lips, stroking against her clitoris and slowly sliding inside of her was too much for me. My own cock was hard between my legs, the knowledge I never would be able to do anything like this with her a constant reminder in the back of my mind, and the strange arousal of watching her being taken awakening something inside of me.

Mary was moaning and panting, her firm breasts heaving with hard breaths. She was right, that was all I could think. This shouldn’t have been so tempting, so wonderfully debauched. In that moment I feared that I didn’t fear those creatures anymore, I was aroused by them.

The pleasure was hard to understand. It was stroked by Mary’s moans and the way her body quivered and moved with every stroke of the tentacles going deeper and deeper inside of her. Two more tentacles spread her pussy open, she was so wet they slid inside without trouble, twisting and moving, stroking nerves I never could have even touched with my human cock.

“Yes…” she howled aloud. “Yes, please! I need… I want!”

Her words were muffled as another tentacle entered her mouth. It was thick, completely filling her mouth, spreading her lips open, her eyes widening with the pleasure and then lidding with the bliss. I couldn’t deny my own desire, my own shame in how much it aroused me.

Shame was all that kept me from submitting completely, some fragments of my old duty as a hunter that weighted me down. But the desire couldn’t be denied, how could I ever forget the image of my wife being taken by tentacles, three of them at once sliding inside her stretched pussy, two in her mouth, and another in her ass. How could I forget her loud moans of pleasure and the way her hips moved fast and hard in synch with the tentacle’s thrusts.

How could I ever hope to give this kind of pleasure to any woman?

I moaned involuntarily, incapable of containing my own pleasure as I undid my belt and lowered my pants. I stroked my cock frantically, biting my lips as Mary sucked on the tentacles in her mouth, panted and moaned. It was wicked, a dark pleasure that drove me deeper and deeper.

I needed more, I craved to taste Mary wet pussy and to taste the tentacles in my own mouth. It was a desperate need, even as my own cock throbbed between my fingers and spilled my seed on the dirty, I craved to taste once again the hexwolf’s cum, to taste a gryphon’s cock in my mouth.

Mary was completely taken over by the pleasure, all her humanity seemed to be fading away, washed by the desire. This was pleasure like she had never expected, an overwhelming, sizzling heat that burned in her womb and silenced all her thoughts. A pair of tentacles coiled against her breast, its tip rubbing against her hard nipples.

The tentacles shuddered, driving harder inside of her. Her eyes widened, her body jolting as fierce thrusts inside of her sent a clenching, furious orgasms tearing from her womb, spreading through her senses. The tentacles buried themselves inside of her, her belly swelling to accommodate the creature.

It was then that I understood that it wouldn’t be enough. I couldn’t stop anymore, I couldn’t step away from all of this or I would forever regret.

Our gazes met, locking as her body still shuddered with the bliss of the orgasms. She knew without me ever needing to say it that I would serve her, that I was ready and eager to take her pussy in my mouth and have it clean.

It wasn’t a contract anymore, this was my destiny now.