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I had been bound to the altar for an unknown amount of time. I also lost count of how many shamans came to me to deliver wine for my parched throat and fed me bread. Maybe they were the same ones but there was no way to tell. My memory had started to become a blur of robed figures. They were dressed in ritualistic garb that was traditional for their clan. A beautiful, ornate sash that hung from their necks which had the etchings of our shared Gods. Although I did not know if the shamans were the same, each of them wore large antlers attached to their heads and their faces were obscured by a mask. The antlers showed their rank as was custom for their clan. I only knew such a fact since it was a similar ranking system to ours. The third that was in the middle had a hood which covered his face. It was in the shape of a deer and the copper shined in the sun.

They came sometime in the afternoon and then in the evening. Once when the sun was at the highest point in the sky and the other when the sun was at its lowest. There were about ten different symbols and each had their specific meanings. If I wasn't concentrating on how the ropes were starting to dig into my wrists and ankles, then I would be able to identify who dropped off offerings and gave me my final meals.

Ropes were intricately wrapped around my wrists and legs. They were wound tight enough that if I struggled, I would end up cutting into my skin. The pain made me think back to when I was captured. I was such a fool to hunt around their patrol. If I had only been more vigilant...

There would be time to dwell on the mistakes later. For now, I had to concentrate on keeping myself calm and in control. I glanced around the environment and took in the forest around me. There was hardly anything out of place. It looked like any other patch of forest. Well, except that I was tied to it.

The sun started to begin its decent in the sky and sweat formed on my naked body. It rolled down my hairy chest and over my abs. It sparkled in the afternoon sun and I did not know how much longer I could take in the elements. I had only hoped that my captors were not cruel.

As if on cue, the shamans showed themselves. Three of them to be exact, each dressed the same as before.

"How long have I been here?" I managed to speak after I gulped down a helping of wine. The alcohol eased whatever sense of worry I had. My fate was sealed when their warriors cornered me. The shaman looked down at me with a disregarding frown as if my question was more annoying than anything else. Perhaps they were the same three tending to me, then.

"Twelve hours," the one holding the wineskin answered. He must have been the leader. His voice sounded familiar. They hardly talked but I had managed to get some of them to speak when they would snap at me to get me to stop struggling in the binds.

"Why am I here and not kept as a prisoner?"

The shaman looked at me, his mask's lifelessly stared back into my eyes. The only thing I could see was two brown pupils barring into mine. Even though this was the first interaction I have had in an uncountable amount of time, I would have chosen any other person to have a conversation with.

"Would that be more appropriate? Put you in binds in some tent? It is strange that you wish to make yourself even more uncomfortable," the shaman began as he brought the wineskin back to my lips. I turned my head away and refused his drink. He frowned. "We have fed you and have given you wine. The only thing you must do is wait."

He had a point. The wine and food was more beneficial to me than being tied in a holding cell somewhere. I had wished they had allowed me to keep my clothes, however. I was not ashamed of my body, but I was even more vulnerable out in the open. If I had managed to escape, it would not be comfortable to run. The likelihood that the shaman and his lackeys would find me again would increase exponentially.

The shaman moved to look down at me like a practiced medicine doctor. He had a calculating gaze and I knew that he was trying to read me. I could tell he was the leader just by that look alone.

"You are a sacrifice to this forest. You should be thankful we have spared you from bondage, hunter," the shaman spoke with enough resolve to tell me I was not going back to their village anytime soon. It was an ironic twist that I was still in bondage, however.

At least I knew what was going to be done with me. My path was laid out for me by fate; I merely had to take the path. The thought that I would be tied to the stone altar and left to rot for days to come was...calming somehow. There was nothing I could do. Struggling until my skin was shaved down would work but where would I go? If I did not die from infection, I would die from the elements.

The forest canopy reminded me of how deep I was in this green hell. Birds chirped and flew across the sky. With the sun beginning its descent, everything had a strange, pink glow. It was surreal and on any normal hunting expedition, I would have taken some time to appreciate the bounty that nature had provided for me and the rest of my tribe. But now was not the time to be thankful in that regard. What I was thankful for was when the shaman put the wineskin to my lips.

"Drink. The summer heat will drain you," he said. Instead of refusing, I decided to play along. There was something that irritated me about him. He had a way about him that commanded my attention. As he tipped the wineskin to my lips and the sweet liquid nectar flowed down my throat, there was almost a familiarity to him. If only I had picked up on subtleties earlier.

I shook away the feeling and I did as I was told. If they were keeping me alive, they had something in mind for me and I had no choice in the matter. Refusing food and water would do nothing in my situation. My clan had to know I was gone. If a hunter did not return, they would send a rescue party. They had to...

That is, if this was any normal emergency.

"What do you want with me?"

The crinkling of the shaman's eyes told me he was smiling behind the mask. He looked up into the dense leaves of the forest as if marveling at them. Two priests came up next to him and carried offerings of gold along with berries still on their branches. The berries had enough of a scent carried with them on the wind that I could immediately identify them; Mountain's Gifts. The deep crimson red along with the small stems that peeked out of the top of each one gave the species away. Both of the priests made sure to hold the branch in such a way that their soft skin would not come into contact with the sharp thorns that were along the stems.

"We will leave that next part up to the spirits. The Whisperers have told us so," he replied with a simple flick of his left hand to his assistants behind him. I could see blond peeking out from the one who stepped forward first. His dark hazel eyes scanned over me as if he had something he wished to say. There was a short pause between us.

"Well? Prepare him..."

"Right away," the young assistant said. Even if there was a mask over his face, I could tell he was blushing. Something was not right and I could smell fumigating like a rotting carcass. I struggled and the head shaman brought his hand to my naked hip. The touch was intimate...familiar.

If only I had known.

The meek shaman brought the branch he was holding down to his open palm so he could hold the berries in his hands and was careful to avoid the thorns. Although he was younger than his leader, he was not incompetent. Whatever ritual that they were performing, they had done it previously.

The priest squeezed the berries in his hand and the liquid that came out dripped over his fingers and onto the ground. The shaman motioned for the other priest to follow the example of the other. More liquid flowed over his hands then the first and they stepped towards me with red fingers and hands. They were close enough that my nose picked up on the berries before they were touching my naked body.

The scent reminded me of home. A warm, earthy tone that easily blended with the Mountain's Gifts. All at once, a memory of drinking the brew with my brothers and lounging by a full, crackling fire filled my thoughts. I remembered making the trek up the mountain's narrow trail and how I would collect them.

The reason I was out hunting was to look for the fruits, nuts, and other small things to gather. It was ironic that now I was being painted with them. To distract me, I thought back to my small village and how I would be welcomed when I came back. Maybe my love would be waiting for me with flowers in his hands and stories of his day at the side of the chief. The memory was pleasant enough that I had a pang of melancholy begin to creep its way into my psyche after the nostalgia washed away. Would I ever be able to return to my home?

Their eager fingers started with my face first.

The shaman watched as his assistants painted my body in markings with the fluid. It was warm; the small fruits having time to mingle with their body heat before being applied. If they would have gathered them from the mountain this morning, the juice from the berries would be freezing to the touch.

One priest marked the left side of my face while the other had his way with my right side. They made markings of their spirits on my forehead and on my cheeks. When they were satisfied with their handiwork, they moved on to my neck. Their fingers cut across my carotid and down towards my collarbones. They traced the fruit along the bone and to my arms. They were synchronized together; one slowing down when the other one lost the pace and vice versa.

I finally got a look at the other one to my right. Unlike the shy assistant, this one had hair as black as night and a gaze that was full of energy. Although he was older, he was built bulkier than his companion. He would have made a good hunter but instead he was now working the crushed berries into my body. His hands were soft but demanding and his dark blue eyes looked me over intently. When the head shaman spoke, it snapped me back to my senses.

"Yes, you'll make a good offering..." the shaman said with admiration in his voice.

I said nothing. I had heard of the other clans doing sacrificial offerings, but I never knew what they entailed. My heartbeat started to increase as they finished my arms and hands and snaked back inward to move across my pecs. I gave a sharp inhale when their fingers circled around my nipples. They had always been more sensitive and the gel along with the tips of the priest's fingers felt interesting to say the least.

"What does it mean to be offered?"

"Knin will claim you and bring you into his fold," the shy, blond-haired priest to my left said. His right hand gracefully moved down lower and towards my belly. He stopped when he was just above the bridge of where my cock began.

It had been so long since I had heard such a name. My hunts were not in his name, but the Raven. What would the old, dead God of revelry and glory want with me? I was just a lowly hunter of small game. I hardly used a bow. Traps were much easier and required less skill. There was not an unpredictability with a trap. The mechanism was either installed correctly and trapped the prey if placed or the prey ran off. Although a bow took years to master, setting traps took weeks.

And Knin was a long, dead God. His parties had run their course. I heard stories of how brilliant he was, but then he seemed to fizzle out. Time took its toll as it does with all others. The Great Race of Gods from the north took over the old forest Gods. I had heard the stories from my father. Long ago, Knin would be given tribute above all others but now...

"As in, you are going to let me rot and die in this forest?"

"Clan Tarvent does not let anyone rot and die," the shaman spoke up and stepped forward. His brow furrowed at my insolence. "Why would we feed you to let you starve or succumb to thirst?"

His eyes flicked towards my own and there was a devilish glint to them. He was the only one who did not have his hands around me but instead had a golden goblet in his hands. They were jewels from our western neighbors; the Light Watch clan. Crafted inside the deepest pockets of the cave systems for thousands of years, they were now prisoners to the goblet much like I was a prisoner of the altar. The gold that the priests had carried with them before was filled with a serum that I did not recognize. I was too preoccupied trying to understand my situation that I did not notice that they were filled to the brim with fluid.

I decided not speaking would be in my best interest. In the meantime, the other priest had made it to my midriff as well. The head shaman walked forward and dipped his index and middle finger into one of the many goblets he held before setting the others down onto the floor before the altar. He rubbed the mixture between his fingers to check the thickness before bringing his fingers up to my face. I flinched away as he mixed whatever it was into my cheeks and above my forehead. The jelly that was the mixed-up berries turned more into paint and he worked his fingers around where the assistant priests were before.

When the main shaman was quiet, he took that as a sign to continue his lecture.

"Knin needs able bodied spirits like yourself. If we do not send offerings to the Gods, then our fields would shrivel and our river would dry up," he explained as he gave a quick flick of his fingers across my left collarbone. "Our village would starve in a matter of weeks. Our winters would freeze us down to our bones."

I knew the myths they spoke of. We did similar offerings but offered tithes from our fields and grapes from our vines. Since our clan specialized in wines and meats, we had other means of appeasing our Gods. We did not have the luxury of sacrificing our people, but it appeared that Tarvent circumvented the problem. I gritted my teeth when his swift strokes found their way to my midsection. The other priests were already working the jelly into my balls and along my shaft. It had a warming sensation which left my cheeks with a flushed red color of embarrassment. When they circled near my exposed hole, I could not help but give a small gasp and struggle against the bonds. The head shaman put his hand on my tied wrists and gripped.

"Relax. We will not violate you. The Gods will decide your fate. They have spoken to us..."

I wanted to spit in their face. Since when did the Gods ever give a fair price for any type of offering? Even when we emptied our storage, they still scoffed at our offerings and bartered with us in the form of famine and disease.

"I am not worried about being violated..." I answered back. A shaman's word was sworn on the graves of those who followed the Gods. If they went back on their word, the shaman would be damned to the lowest reaches of hell.

"Then what worries you?"

"Dying to the elements."

The shaman smiled.

"Do not worry. Knin has requested for you."

The nimble fingers made their way down to the base of my cock and paused just as the assistant priests were finishing up their strokes. They stepped away and each one grabbed a goblet that laid at their feet. They dipped their fingers and started to mix the gel into my legs and up along my thighs. I shivered as warmth started to radiate from the areas they touched and the main shaman made sure to bring his hands down right onto my balls. They traced across my taint and orbs and I could feel myself reacting to the strange fluid.

It was a tingling sensation that started at the tip of my spine and worked its way down to the tips of my feet. The main shaman's fingers were nimble and soft. Each movement was thought about only briefly before an action. He knew where to touch to make me shiver. I was in the palm of their hands and the main shaman was merely wrapping his fingers around me. The two assistants stepped away, their own robes that they wore fluttered in the gentle breeze of the forest. The leader worked his way down through my ass and then around my thighs which brought the strange paint along with him. He admired my muscles and his hand grazed over them like a sculptor admiring marble.

"You are perfect..."

His hands moved down my legs and over my hair. It was...strange. I had never experienced such...closeness during times I was captured. Most of the other tribes would just hold me in captivity until they received ransom but this was different. It felt like he knew every point to touch and rub the thick mixture in. When he made it to my ankles, part of me did not want the pampering to stop.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked with a note of concern to my voice. If they wanted to kill me, the blow would be coming soon. With what, I was not sure. I had always been trained to look for weapons. Since rival hunters were not welcome in lands other than their own, I had plenty of experience to train myself for observations. Not even one of the acolytes had weapons on them and the shaman was unarmed as well. If they were going to kill me, it would be with their hands.

"As I said before, you were chosen for the role you have now..."

The main shaman made a finishing stroke and stepped back to admire his work. His eyes started from my forehead down as if he was calculating something. He wanted every stroke to be correct and logical. Each piece had to be in place. I could tell he was like me in that regard. He had the same look I had when I checked my traps and arrows.

I was quiet when the three looked at me. The only sound that reached my ears was the sound of animals moving around. Paws shuffled around the leaves while birds chirped in the canopy above. Sunlight filtered in to show the chittering insects that littered the ground and scampered around.

Then, I heard robes being unfurled.

My eyes watched the beautiful colors drop to the ground before my brain could catch up. I was stunned at the handsome men that stood before me. All three men wore tight loincloths that barely covered their manhoods. The white clothes contrasted with the dark, earthy tones around the forest. The two assistants had light blond hair that cut through their pecs and down along their abs. Their skin was fair but they were muscular from their time doing chores. With the robes that covered their arms now shed, I could see how muscular their biceps were. They bulged with power that each had cultivated over time. Their legs and thighs were the most powerful. Clearly, their pilgrimages to other cities had carved their lower body into pinnacles of male fortitude.

My body could not help but react to them. My cock throbbed between my legs and started to grow. Perhaps it was because the tingle from the gel they put on me was working into my skin and being pumped through my bloodstream but my cheeks were now flushed from heat. It reminded me of my time with Halcyon, in another place and what felt like another life....

--§--

The night was cold and snow was softly falling just outside my tent. I had a small amount of enchanted fire burning inside which managed to warm my body without lighting the tent on fire. The snow that sent a chill into my skin was a harsh reminder of winter's bite and I sought asylum from the elements underneath assorted animal furs.

My bow and arrows were placed near the entrance with a hunting spear propped up against the far wall. I could feel myself starting to stir. The sweat that built from my hunt earlier stuck around in the hut and my muscles had a nice tingling sensation from being overused. I was almost naked in the furs and my loincloth was pulled to the side. I held my cock in my hands. Up and down, I stroked in a rhythmic motion.

The movement was familiar to me. There was no shame in pleasuring myself. It felt as natural as stalking my prey. My hand glided across my cock and pulled the foreskin up and over the sensitive head. Sweat started to form on my muscular body and made my hair glisten. There was nothing that could stop my pleasure.

I expected no interruptions. Our clan leader was out on an expedition and kept the son in charge in the meantime. My left hand went down between my legs to roll my generously sized balls around. I always had sensitive balls and the movement forced a sigh from my lips.

"I see you are enjoying yourself..."

The voice was a deep baritone and it demanded my attention. My eyes flicked to the entrance of my tent and fell upon the intruder. Although I was naked, he wore ceremonial garb. His loincloth had the emblem of our clan printed on the center in careful detail and he had an ornate sword stored in its scabbard. It rested on the right side of his hip.

I took my hand off my cock. "I see the chief-in-training has decided to grace a humble, resting hunter with his presence."

He smiled.

"Your humor always lightens my mood, Willith."

I ignored the statement.

His eyes glanced over to the side. My mud-soaked loincloth and boots were flanked by two small leather satchels. The smile he had was replaced with a frown far more serious. "You collected the winter berries from the mountains, yes?"

"Of course."

"Good. You will be compensated fairly, of course."

He glanced down towards the middle of the furs I was under. The chief's son paused for a moment as if thinking over something. Before he could open his mouth to say something, I interrupted him.

"Will your father need more medicine?"

He knew exactly what I was asking and the awkward look I received in return told me I should have been more careful with my words. It provided a clear reason as to why I would never be good as a diplomat.

"Straight to the point, hmm?"

There was a tinge of bitterness to his voice but I could tell he was being playful....in his own way.

"I apologize, Halcyon."

He shook his head. "It..it is fine. The Gods take what they create. We should all be reminded of this from time to time."

Halcyon gave a weary smile. "You should know that the berries you collect are sustaining him. Knin has provided a blessing to us."

"It is strange that the dead God of Revelry even told the head Whisperer where to find the boon," I replied and placed my left hand on my cheek to idly look at Halcyon. He had grown so much since before. His arms were built and his legs were full due to the strife of life. He had a gaze that was full of wisdom even with his young age. He had appeared as if he had lived 1000 lives. Our shamans were hard at work and instilled good virtues, it seemed. A natural birthmark started from his ankle and cut up along his thigh and stopped at his hips. It wound on and on. It was persistent...much like him.

"Knin lives on, Willith. I promise you that."

There was a pause between us. The audible sigh I gave made Halcyon wince.

"You know that only cults worship him now, Halcyon."

His sour expression told me I had struck a nerve. He crossed his arms.

I want you to worship who you please, but..." I began, but was cut short.

Halcyon raised his hand. " We had this talk before. I do not want to hear it again."

I paused, embarrassment flooding my face. There was an awkwardness between us. He was right in saying I should not have brought it up. The firmness to his voice told me his disappointment

"I'm sorry Halcyon. I should have known better."

Halcyon shrugged. "It is fine. I am in the minority, it is true.

I decided to change the subject. "So, does this mean that tribulation to Knin is in order?"

"Yes," Halcyon smiled and his bubbly energy came back. He always did enjoy the celebrations for Knin. Especially since they involved some form of debauchery. I certainly did not mind the rituals. Usually it ended with one of us naked and vulnerable.

"Knin had always enjoyed our celebrations. If the chief celebrates, then Knin has a direct connection to the energy. Much as the Raven receives direct tribute from your hunts."

I gave a hum of acknowledgement.

Halcyon stepped forward and kneeled by me. Reaching forward, he stroked across my cheek and I gave a soft sigh. I could see the hungry look in his eyes. I could also feel the hand that wasn't on my cheek beginning to make its way ever lower.

"Halcyon..."

He smiled as if predicting the tone that would come next. "Yes?"

"You should rest. You have a rough day tomorrow. You have a speech to prepare and..."

He placed a finger to my lips. "We must celebrate. Knin would demand it as tribute."

I knew he was lying. Knin is not concerned with people like us. Since we were not a Whisperer, we never would be of concern to the Gods. The scoff that came from my mouth made Halcyon pause.

"Hmm?"

"Halcyon does not indulge himself with plights like ours..."

Halcyon clicked his tongue. "You'd be surprised what he can get up to."

I could tell he was planning something. He was always scheming and plotting his next move carefully. If I knew any better, he had the spirit of Knin in him more than anyone. There were also his...visions. He always had some sort of clairvoyance about things like he could predict what was going to happen next.

"Something wrong?" Halcyon said as his fingers trailed through my hair.

"It is...nothing, my love," I assured. But there was something bothering me. The fact that the Gods did not care was the most frightening thing at all. The fact that Halcyon's father, our clan's leader, was moments away from meeting death and the Gods did nothing was concerning. Halcyon's calm, gentle fortitude had always been my reassurance and I searched his eyes for any signs that the Gods would help.

His resolve was unmoved. His innocent left hand moved. It left its perch from my cheek and down my neck towards my pecs. My breath hitched when his fingers circled around my nipple like predators dancing around helpless prey. When they pinched, I shivered and opened my mouth in a needful sigh.

"There is no need to worry. Do not let my father's health concern you. Continue to look for the berries and Knin will provide. The Whisperer's promised."

I looked at my companion with skepticism.

"You have been talking with the Whisperers? I thought only your father could do that..."

"Well, when the chief is away..."

I frowned.

"Come, Willith. No need to act so sour."

"You need to understand what you are getting into by talking to the Whisperers. You know they communicate with the Gods. Shamans are nothing like them and they can be dangerous..."

Halcyon leaped forward and kissed me on the lips. The move was enough to distract me...as always.

"You worry so much. I think you should be in my position. The clan would benefit from your caution," Halcyon said with a chuckle.

I frowned. "You can't do that every time..."

He brought his hands up to my shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

"You have to trust me. In the spring, you'll get your answer."

"My answer?" I said with a pinch too much of skepticism

He gave me a look and then he frowned.

"I promise," Halcyon swore and stroked the crook of my neck with his right thumb.

I frowned. "You cannot just tell me?"

"The Gods have laid out your path. If I have you deviate from it, then what the Whisperers have predicted could go astray."

He looked me over carefully. If it was from a stranger, I would have felt like I was being interrogated. This was my lover, though. Someone who had seen me naked and who had comforted me in my lowest times. What more could I say?

Then his finger touched the ground below. He started to draw into the dirt. His fingers

"Halcyon..."

This time, I placed my hand on his cheek. "Of course I trust you. The Gods have put us together. They cannot separate us without having to work for it."

"That's my hunter," he grinned and dived in for another kiss.

Our love was passionate that night. He crawled underneath the furs and warmed me more than any fire could. My soul was filled by him and my resolve strengthened. He was my armor and my sword and that night, I swore I would defend him. If I died out doing my duty, then my spirit would fight alongside him. Not even one lifetime would satisfy me.

Arms entwined, we laid underneath the furs with his head resting on my chest and our spent members pressed between our bodies. We were a mess but it did not matter. In the morning, we would bathe with one another. If the Whisperers had plans for me, I would face them with a clear head when the time came. When the trees bloomed and bees roamed, I knew that I would face my destiny.

What I did not know at the time was how fast it flew between one point and another. Winter quickly flew into spring and each time I was out hunting, I would look for signs of the Gods. I almost became paranoid but Halcyon was always in my mind. When I came back home, I knew he would be there waiting for me.

--§--

I blinked and the memory faded. I stared up at the shaman above me who held my cock in his hands and I gritted my teeth. He would not take what was rightfully Halcyon's. I was his and he was mine. Shame filled my body and I looked away. How could I be such a dim-witted hunter?

"L-let me go...please..."

The Shaman looked over me.

"This is your destiny..."

I struggled against the binds. My arms flexed and I could feel my skin beginning to tear. My body pushed against the binds and I could not remember why I was tied in the first place. I struggled and pulled at the ropes.

"N-no!"

My wrists were starting to bleed. I continued to struggle. The lead shaman was stunned when one of the ropes snapped and with a snarl, I grabbed the other rope. But before I could pull it free, the head shaman was upon me. He held me down and there was something in his eyes that powered me on; fear.

"Stop!" He yelled out into the forest. The two assistants near jumped to me and held me down. I knew that this would be the end. Any second, I would feel the icy plunge of a dagger stabbing its way through my heart but it did not come. Instead, a different dagger hit my heart...

"Willith, stop!"

The man behind the mask...he knew my name. Suddenly, the familiarity I felt before started to eat at the back of my mind.

My heart leaped and yet my stomach churned. Was this a trick? It had to be some form of magic. I tried to rip free and fought like a wounded animal. The shaman grabbed my wrist and I suddenly felt a cool sensation begin to flow through me. There was an eerie green light in my periphery and a sense of calm washed over me. What kind of magic was this? I could see the places that the lacerations cut through beginning to weave together as if moved by string but I felt no pain.

The soothing coolness then moved to my other wrist and I could feel it wash over me like a wave delivered straight from the ocean. After a few moments, the cuts were healed and the weight from everyone laying on me paused.

The leader pulled off their mask and Halcyon stood before me. Betrayal set in, my mind reeling in shock from it. I could not believe that the person was my lover but instead was something far more cunning. It felt like I took a shot of poison and washed it down with vinegar after.

"You snake!"

The two at Halcyon's side recoiled backwards. The one with black hair leaped forward but Halcyon brought his arm out to hold him back. I did not know his intentions and winced as he reached towards me. Luckily, he deflated when Halcyon held him back.

"Willith, that is en-"

"What did you do to me? What is this!?"

"WILLITH!"

The voice was other-worldly. It punctured through my skull and rattled my brain. I recoiled and tried to bring my wrists in but they were tied to the slab of rock. What was going to happen? Most importantly, what was going on?

There was a silence that threatened to cut through the forest. I had a thousand questions. Why didn't Halcyon tell me? Tears filled my eyes, bitter and hot. I had enough of this...

"Please...calm yourself."

"You didn't tell me anything," I whispered in anger. "What is this?"

"This is your awakening..."

"M-my..."

He smiled reassuringly and moved closer. I could not back away. His footsteps were careful and calculating. He always was but I had never thought I would be on this side of them. The assistants were on either side of me, making sure I was calm.

"I am Knin, Willith. The man you loved and took care of..."

This was getting ridiculous.

"What?"

"I am Knin, my love."

I laughed. My cackle ran throughout the forest and echoed in the trees. He did not seem to share my sense of humor.

"What do you mean you are Knin? Halcyon, I tried to be reasonable about your...beliefs but has your dying father really driven you mad?"

He stepped back as if I had spat fire at him. "Willith, I know you are confused and angry but...you have to trust me."

"You told me NOTHING, Halcyon..."

Halcyon stepped forward again. His persistence about this was irritating. The lie needed to end here. This time, there was more attentivity to his footfalls. "My father is not my real father. He found me dying in a field. My followers had abandoned me. I..."

He paused and bit his lip. He was holding back tears. Whatever heckling I had planned, I bit my tongue. I had hardly ever seen him cry. I remembered him being so strong and now...

The robes he wore and the mask he clutched onto looked almost like toys in a sad child's hands. I had never seen him this way. He was always so proud of us; proud of our tribe and what we had done.

What we had done together.

Now he looked small and pathetic. Confused and alone. It was a strange feeling; the best way to describe it was bizarre. He had followers? Of course he did. We were his followers. I was his follower. Each of us played a part to add to his grand vision. Our tribe wanted him to succeed but to see him working with Tarvent was baffling. Did he give up the tribe he had worked alongside of? That he bled alongside of?

"Why, Halcyon..."

His eyes looked at me as if he was pleading for me to show something besides anger. He walked forward and kneeled at the altar before me. He grabbed the ropes tying me and started to untangle them.

I could only watch. My mouth was closed in silence. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks and I could not look at him. Shame boiled inside of me that I could even fall for someone like him. The warmth of the stone could not burn the ice that formed around my soul.

I repeated my previous question.

"Why, Halcyon?"

He gathered himself and stood up. It was clear he was not going to hurt me but I needed answers. I had to know why.

"I had been preparing tribes for this day. The tribes around you...these wars and squabbles that came up were not my intention. There were the other Gods mingling in my affairs."

He walked forward and I gripped the stone below my hands. When I gave no intention of stopping him, he continued.

"You must understand, I never intended for any of this to happen but you are my companion, Willith. I want you to join me..."

"I-...what?"

My brain was reeling. I tried to process what he was saying but I could not comprehend. How could he create tribes? What kind of energy did Halcyon have? It was impossible for me to truly gather an understanding of what he was trying to communicate to me but the fact that he was no longer crying told me he was going to keep trying to convince me.

"How long have you been alive, Halcyon? What do you mean by wars?"

Knin's lips trembled. "I have been alive for millions of years. Believers in me strengthen my powers. They keep me alive."

The two assistants in the background looked so pathetic as he explained. They were quiet and shuffling awkwardly. It was like I deflated their entire performance like I stood up in the middle of a play and shouted at the top of my lungs for the performance to stop.

"You...why tie me up then? Why lie to me about what you are?" I asked. I decided to play along. If my lover was plagued with madness, then I could pull him back down to Earth. My wrists were sore but they would heal.

I reached down to grope across where the lacerations were. No scaring or cuts. No blood. It was all still healed. There were no tricks; it was a magic I was unfamiliar with. Even our shamans could not heal such wounds.

"Would you truly believe I was a God? Especially if I was the God you did not take seriously?" Halcyon said with an air of impatience to his voice. "That my power was fading and I was going to disappear into the sands of time?"

Fair point.

I looked him over. He did not look like any God to me. The pattern on my chest, with the mixture of bull horns up to my pecs and the face down on my abs was Knin's ancient symbol. I trusted my love but I needed to know more. This could be some sort of disease. I have heard even the strongest of warriors fall prey to sickness. People have always gone to more extreme lengths when their minds are lost...much like his father.

I sat up on the altar and looked at my wrists. I examined the skin for any signs of trickery for whatever he used to heal me and I found nothing. Not even my trained eye could spot any foul play.

A hand enveloped mine and I looked up to see Halcyon standing above me.

"I'm...sorry."

"Wow, that seemed hard for you to say," I shot back with a glare.

"Listen, it is complicated..."

My glare intensified. "Give me a chance."

Halcyon sat down on the altar next to me. He gave one long, continuous sigh that seemed to last forever. Whatever spirit was inside of him, I could feel it quaking. He grabbed my hand and squeezed. I did not fight it. Even though he had tricked me, I told him that I trusted him. I had to at least listen to what he had to say.

The acolytes from before shuffled to each side of the altar but gave us space that we needed. Halcyon made sure that his eyes were locked on me. That intense gaze was only used during his diplomatic speeches and I had hoped he was not trying to put his charms on me. I did not want to be led; I wanted to cooperate.

"Long ago, thousands of years ago to be precise, I ruled this forest with five tribes. At the height of my power, I ruled."

He took a breath. It was labored and difficult. I realized that he was trying to remember back. "I received offerings from each of the tribes. Tarvent in the North provided the most beautiful carvings...and gold." He picked up one of the goblets on the ground and examined it.

I knew of Tarvent, of course. Chiefs that came before Halcyon's father would fight over the mines that Tarvent controlled. Sometimes going as far as sending troops in. This was always done with the Whisperers nearby.

"Then there was Otto. Your eastern neighbors. Their pelts were the soft in all the land and their weaves were exquisite. They would dress themselves in honor of me and sing their praises..."

He placed the gold goblet down. "The neighbors to your south were the strongest of all; the Tumurian. Their chisels could carve out the hardest of stone and set the most obstinate marble straight. The weapons they created were like no other. If only they were still used for hunting creatures rather than humans..."

The pelts that I laid in were of Otto variety. The furs that I wrapped myself in when going through the mountains were also Otto too. They were warm but had a mysticism to how they were weaved and created. The tribe guarded that secret closely and they were our closest allies because of that. However, they were everyone's closest ally.

"Then to your west, there was the Light Watch clan. Their eyes have adjusted to the darkest of conditions due to the blessings from the Raven. They gather the most precious jewels but their most precious resource of all is the blue mushrooms that grow along the floor. They have unique healing properties. Even if the people are a little....strange due to the Raven's Mark."

He placed the goblet by me and sat down beside me. Even though I was angry only moments ago, he had a charisma about him. I had to hear it through. No matter what he had to say, I had to have my answers.

"Then we have your clan; the Granulen. The most methodical of hunters and brilliant tacticians. With you in the middle, your relationship with the other tribes is paramount and you supply the rest of the tribes with your spoils from the hunt."

He smiled. "The diversity of nature is reflected in the Gods you worship and when all of the clans were united, I was king during celebrations. When the people drank wine and eat nature's bounties, I would celebrate too."

The smile turned into a somber frown. The confident pose that he had from before flattened like squeezing the liquid out of a wineskin. His hand moved closer to mine. "Then the Gods began to devise a plan. A cruel one that worked through my followers. A thousand years ago, the Gods gave visions to the tribe's Whisperers of knives concealed behind backs and hushed words in private rooms. Mistrust slowly spread throughout the tribes like poison."

I kept quiet. His story, as ridiculous, followed the history of the tribes. We had been at war for different reasons since I had been born and the chieftain had made sure we knew of our history.

"Like the Raven," I whispered and looked away. Part of me felt a tinge of guilt. If this really was Knin, then I would have been part of his downfall.

He nodded.

"The celebrations began to stop. No one wanted to celebrate with war and bloodshed. Goddesses and Gods that were once forgotten because of their brutality came into the spotlight. Speaking of which..."

He turned around and pulled his robe up his leg. The long, winding "birthmark" made its way up his leg.

"The Raven stole my throne out from under me and gave me THIS! The bitch was not kind about the mark either..."

"Halcyon!"

"What?! She cut me, Willith! How should I be towards her? Grateful for the humbling experience?"

I shook my head and he sighed.

"I'm...sorry for blowing up. It has been a long, long time before I caught a break."

He adjusted his posture. "I used the last of my magic to survive. I healed my wound and went into hiding. It was the only way to save myself from the Gods. They had worshippers looking for me. The Whisperers were too busy talking to other Gods to busy themselves with me."

He thumbed behind him at the two assistants. They both gave sheepish waves. "I ran into these two a long, long time ago. The chief found me about one hundred years ago and...that was that."

There was a long pause between us. Where do I even begin?

"I'm...sorry that I have been worshiping the person who sliced up your leg."

He chuckled. "It has been a strange position to be in. Your commitment to me is worth more than a scar."

His hand moved to mine but I recoiled and pulled it away. "How do I know that you are telling the truth?"

He stood up off of the altar and stepped away. "You have always been skeptical."

When I gave him another glare, he quickly added, "Which is what I like about you. Very well..."

He beckoned to the assistants close by. Each of them walked forward and stood on either side of Halcyon. They looked at him as if waiting for some form of signal but their master gave them nothing. He stared into me and a shiver moved down my spine. The environment, once bustling with life and so loud and vibrant, grew silent. I did not know if the environment itself was going quiet out of respect or out of fear.

There was a small gust of wind that blew through and the tree leaves sounded deafening in the silence. Halcyon opened his arms as if he was welcoming me into his embrace. I could see each muscle in all of its glory and the small sheen of sweat that was across the top of his body.

"Watch closely."

I did as I was told.

A subtle golden stream started from the edge of my vision and slithered along the ground. It was some sort of energy. The energy cut up through the altar and up along my spine. I felt it filling my core. The anger and confusion that I had was washed away for an instant before it departed and left my body as if rejecting me as a potential vessel. It moved on towards its intended target. Halcyon smiled as I looked on in wonder.

Halcyon's body started to change. His legs and toes were the first. His toes started to bind and form into hard keratin before darkening. Fur sprouted up along his legs which grew in muscle; pumped full with extra blood. His thighs and calves increased in size and stature. They were pumped full of nutrients and oxygen. It was as terrifying as it was alluring.

"Hmmmph....this is my true....ughhh....form!"

I was speechless. He was turning into something mystical. I had read about what kind of creature Knin was but to witness such a spectacle took my breath away. There was nothing I could do. What would screaming accomplish? The fur that formed along his thighs traveled up into his groin area. I could see it poof up past the loincloth and there was another expansion; his genitals increased in size. Although his balls were already big, they rounded in the cloth and his shaft thickened inside of its cloth prison. Instead of growling in pain at the change, Halcyon had to wipe drool from his changing mouth.

"Do you enjoy watching, Willith? I know that this form is...nnnngh...monstrous to you but it is who I truly am..." he said with a joking tone to his voice.

His chest expanded. Although he had pecs they turned much more round. When they flexed, there was obvious muscle. Fine hair sprouted to cover them before the gold mist traveled to his abs. The carved muscle he had rounded to more of a gut and hair formed over that as well. His navel increased to accommodate the change.

My eyes could not leave his endowment as it swayed between his legs. I was struck by how it wobbled even when he was flaccid. There was a low moan from him when his mouth and nose officially expanded; a small, more animalistic nose fit for a goat appearing at the end. His nails started to darken as they filled with keratin and his hands were huge. The brown hair that was on his legs spread up along his arms and a large, bushy beard puffed out along his chin.

With one final moan, Halcyon's arms expanded in size like the muscle was filled with new found vitality. The golden mist entered into the various groups and with each new bit of magic entering, Halcyon's body grew larger. His pits had a new smattering of brown hair which dripped with sweat. His back was now doubled in size and hair formed along the back. His rump was covered in brown fur and a small poof of a tail was right along the bone. It wagged excitedly with each new growth of his body.

He looked far more bearish in his new form than his lean human one. Like someone who had a bit too much wine and bread. He smiled at my stunned look as the ends of his ears rounded and his eyes turned to a dark forest green. He walked forward to me, his loincloth ripping and I could not move.

He outstretched an arm, his grin looking more primal and bestial. The hand was towards mine and I looked up at him with a mixture of awe and terror. Never in my life have I seen someone change into such a beast. He was unlike anything I had ever seen before and my mind was still trying to process it.

"O-oh...I forgot..."

He closed his beast-like eyes for a moment as if deep in thought and two curvy horns exploded out of the top of his head. He gave a sigh and rotated his head as if testing the protrusions.

"Ooooh...now that's more like it."

He was fully changed now. Halcyon was no longer himself but something entirely different. He was a satyr; a beast bred by magic that came from deep inside the earth. A magic that had been around since the creation of the planet was the only thing that could have led to his change. He looked so different from my love but he still smelled like him. He still smelled like juniper berries and campfire smoke.

It was no doubt in my mind that the man that I had been with was Halcyon and he was also Knin. They were one of the same and there was hardly any separation. The satyr stepped towards me and he was now flanked by two leaner but still respectively bulky satyrs. Their horns were curly like Knin's and their fur had a light tinge to it. They were younger and their bodies reflected their youth. Knin gestured to both of his sides. Each of the satyrs stepped forward and Knin wrapped his arms around them like they were his sons. Knin's fangs, white as snow, showed in the light of the forest.

"The one around my left arm is Resimir and the other is Yinith. Both have been avid worshippers of mine. The tribes that they were from were irrelevant since they have been next to me for an uncountable amount of time."

Yinith stepped forward towards me and outstretched his hand as if this was something natural. It was clear he was the dark-haired human from before. He had a grin on his face while the other one seemed to almost be shy now. Unlike Knin, they were completely naked and exposed. Yinith's cock wobbled between his legs, almost fully hard and leaking down towards the ground and it was hard for me to tear my eyes when it jumped and throbbed.

"Sorry for tying you up, but this would be difficult to explain..."

I frowned and let his hand float in front of me.

"Well, I am now talking to mythical beasts so try me." Both Resimir and Knin watched closely. Knin's previous smile faltered and he looked on like a father judging his sons. I did not know if this was Knin's harem or if he had children.

Yinith's arm fell to his side.

"Well, we can only perform the ritual if you finish the sacred wineskin with fluid made from winter berries....and painted with Knin's symbol," Yinith said as if he was reading from a spell book.

"You had me tied up so you could fill me with wine and paint my body?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "Halcyon..."

The large satyr answered my call and looked almost as if he had swallowed something sour. I noticed his ears had changed into the ears of a goat. The points were gone and they were the soft, fluffy ears akin to the animal. They flopped downward in submission as he walked forward.

"Yes?"

"Sit."

He came to the altar and sat beside me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I had to tell him how I felt; I had to stay strong.

"Why did you do this? Why did you lie to me and pretend to be something you aren't for all these years?"

He winced and his dark green eyes looked me over before shamefully looking away. "I'm...it wasn't that..."

I waited for him to find the right words. The hooves he had swayed. He bit his lip and looked back at me.

"Look at me, love. I'm not human. Can you say in all seriousness that you would accept me? That you would conditionally join me in my quest for relevance? I am a god, Willith. The earth used to bend to my will...."

He looked at my expression but I gave him no wiggle room. Perhaps he did have a point but I did not want to be influenced by his careful words. He could have given a speech about being a castaway god thousands of times to other people who came his way. Or at least to Yinith and Resimir.

"Are you using me for your own gain?"

He looked like he was going to be sick. "N-no! I would never."

I clicked my tongue.

"The times we made love were the happiest moments of my life, Willith. Your laugh and smile fill me with such joy. You are so careful with my creatures and you do not make them suffer when you must eat. You cook with such care and you-"

I held up my hand.

"And what about Yinnith and Resimir? Where do I fall among them?" I interjected.

The two satyrs chuckled.

"He only pines after you," Resimir spoke up and crossed his arms over his muscular frame. His ears flopped low even though he was not directly embarrassed.

"You are all he ever talks about. We swear upon our lives that we have never laid with our Master," Yinnith said with a broad, charming smile. "You are his one and only and what he is trying to say is he wants to spend his eternity with you."

"But he has been too shy to say it," Resimir whispered sheepishly.

Knin was blushing. His demeanor from before was replaced by a more child-like innocence. I looked at Knin and could still see the human in him. He seemed strangely vulnerable.

My eyes moved from Resimir to Yinnith and they stared back. There was an awkward pause until Knin spoke.

"They are right. I haven't felt aspirations like I have now. I was so worried you would reject me because of what I am that I did not consider your own humanity, Willith," Knin began and put his right hand on my thigh.

I shrugged. "I guess you did have a reason to worry. After all, you are a God."

There was a look of visible relief from Knin. His body relaxed and his ears perked up. The little tail he had flicked happily behind him. "Of course. I did not go out of my way to hurt you..."

"And what about your father? What would you do if I...accepted this?"

Knin thought about the question longer than I anticipated. "The whole reason I am doing this is so that your tribe can stop the feuding. Even though there is no war now, the Gods have their plans. You can be assured of that."

"And your father?"

"If I continue to have people join my ranks with as much loyalty as you, my magic will come to me fully recharged. I might even be able to get rid of this scar!" he exclaimed, his small tail wagging behind him.

I looked for any lies but he held his composure with that gentle smile.

"I don't necessarily have a reason to doubt you. It is strange to be talking to a God, though. I can see why you were hesitant."

I chose my words carefully. I was still mulling over what choices I had. I was deep in concentration, my brow furrowing as I thought over my various choices. I looked at each of the three satyrs standing in front of me. Just moments ago, they were human and familiar but now they were something between human and beast. I faced my love and made sure to look right into his eyes. Even though they had their place among the heavens, he still felt so human.

"So, what happens now?" I asked. I know the phrase was forward, but I needed to know. Was I going to be one of them and what did my future look like with Knin? The path that I had before me was nothing I ever thought I would experience.

"You can either accept me as your mate..."

I gulped. Gods were not known to be fair and death was given swiftly without a second thought. What good does it do to rationalize with someone who was immortal? I steeled myself for the other option.

"...or you can walk away."

My eyes widened. He took note of my expression.

"What?"

"Just....that is not what I expected," I mumbled. "I find it hard to believe I am able to just walk away from this."

He gave a wistful smile. "You act as if I am something to fear. I have lived among your tribe for years but kept shifting my appearance. Before then, I was a humble farmer and worked for Yinnith..."

He motioned over to Yinnith.

"Hell of workhorse, too," Yinnith added with a goofy smirk. "Our crops would not have grown if it was not for his wisdom. Course, expected from a God."

Knin nodded. "My humility grew among the quiet Resimir. He has the stature of any scholar but a heart of gold. Being the son of a pelter was not something I would actively seek at the height of my power but it gained me a friend and teacher."

Resimir bowed. "If it wasn't for you, our shop would have closed, Master. My family may be gone, but their legacy and teachings live in you."

"Thank you, my friend."

He turned back to me. "You can accept me as your companion and your lover and we can spread my influence. I will get back into the Heavens and you will rule by my side for all eternity. The chief would live a happy, fulfilled life before coming to my side for aiding me when I needed help and you'll be by my side forever."

"Or..."

"Or...we go our separate ways. Well, kind of. It will be hard to forget you, Willith. You are beautiful, charming, handsome, and... ," Knin realized he was about to keep going and cleared his throat. "Umm, you can still worship me, though. I wouldn't mind..."

He blushed.

"Give me a moment to think..." I chuckled.

I had never considered myself to be charismatic enough to woo the Gods but here was one telling me I would be granted eternal life among my love. [1]

"....."

"Willith?" Knin said and scooted closer. His hand moved up along my leg and towards my hand.

I let the conversation stand for just a moment. I had a thousand thoughts going through my head with one of them thinking about the ridiculousness of it all. The wonder of it also came to mind. No other mortal was offered such a tantalizing vision. There was a fantastical opulence to it all. To ascend to the heavens like the strongest of warriors...

"I-"

Everyone leaned in closer. The apprentices craned their necks towards me and their little ears flicked as they turned their heads to be able to hear. I was no longer concerned about my naked form and the anger at being tied up seemed almost foolish. There was a deep need to join my love. Something that I could not quite explain. Inside of my heart, the same ancient magic that created the world around me, beat in rhythm. It pulsed through my veins and arteries and up along my arms. It surged like the tides of the sea and filled me like an empty vessel. It started at my toys and worked upward. Before I knew it, my muscles were beginning to expand. The makeshift drawings that they made on my chest and abs hummed with sacred energies. They acted as anchors for the magic, like sunlight being focused to a single point.

It was a rush that I had never experienced. I leaned into the magic and Knin watched with half-hidden amusement. He leaned forward and his lips brushed mine. There were no words that needed to be shared; it was clear where my place was now. The apprentices shared knowing glances and decided to take their leave out of the small cove. Before they could leave, Knin's eyes flicked towards them.

"You two should stay. We need more focus on us..."

The strong and quiet Yinnith shuffled on his hooves for a moment. "Are you sure that is alright? We do not wish to interrupt you..."

I gave a yell as the magic flared up in my cheekbones and along my jawline. There was a bright light before the magic fell back into my body and weaved itself back inside me. They stepped backwards. Knin chuckled and shook his head.

"He'll need your support, too."

Resimir smirked as he watched me, his eyes eating up my changing body with visible curiosity. His cock wobbled between his legs as he looked me over but he did not reach out to touch me.

"Reminds me of our first time, Yinnith."

A wistful smile crossed Yinnith's features. "It does. I remember it so vividly.

Their cocks started to stir between their legs. Once hanging limp over their balls, the flesh started to become turgid and firm. Yinnith and Resimir looked at one another and took long, full breaths.

The golden tendrils of magic started to wrap around them and along their legs like vines. The two could feel the power beginning to seep into their own bodies. With the covenant between Knin and I becoming set, Resimir and Yinnith could feel their collective energies growing densier with each change.

"Gods..."

"I feel it too, Resimir..." Yinnith moaned as he brought a meaty finger up to his left nipple and gave it a pinch. His cock throbbed between his legs and his balls churned as the magic entered him. Yinnith looked over to see Resimir with a blissful expression across his face. His eyes were nearly crossed with how drunk he was on the new power coursing through his body and he turned around.

"Please, take me..."

Resimir laid on the ground with his arms propping him up. His thick, muscular ass was laid out for all to see along with a tight hole right between his cheeks. It winked at Yinnith and the satyr wiggled his ass for his partner.

"With pleasure," Yinnith growled and stepped forward to place a meaty hand on Resimir's flank. There was a sharp slap, followed by a moan of need, and then the sound of sloppy licks and passionate sucks.

My mind was too far in the pleasures of everything to be focused on their lovemaking. I was in my lover's grasp as I transformed, my mind fully focused on Knin in front of me. He surrounded me like warm furs on a cold night and it was hard to concentrate on anything else. It was like the forest itself was nothing more than a mirage.

The golden strings of light whipped around my feet as Knin and I shared the kiss. My lips were sensitive due to the amount of blood and energy getting pumped around the tissue and I gave small whimpers of pleasure. Knin used his bulk to force me down onto my back and I looked up at his form. The curve of his horns contrasted with the deep green of the forest canopy and the light blue of the sky. His large mitts explored my body and caressed me like a careful lover. When he pulled away, my face had already changed. The bones and sinew were rearranging and the golden tendrils of magic began their work perfecting their artistic vision.

And it felt immaculate.

I did not know fully what was going on but I continued to lean into the changes. My biceps bulged and my thighs thickened. A much fairer brown started to coat my legs and cut up to my pelvis. Warmth radiated off my body and added to the sensations. Bones reshaped along my chest and abs to make room for the growing muscle and I grew several feet taller. My toes changed as well, hardening and coming together to form hooves. The magic prevented what would have been excruciating.

I blushed when the changes reached my endowment. I considered myself to be enough before, but my member now leaned against my thigh and expanded with each pump of blood through the tissue. Knin was too busy licking across my chest and playing with the sensitive nubs of my nipples as my pecs grew in to worry about groping my cock which gave it plenty of time to grow into its full size. I would probably have to upgrade my underwear to something more suitable. Well, that is if Knin even lets me wear underwear.

There was a moan of encouragement from our side and my eyes looked over to see Yinnith's cock buried deep inside of his lover. They were on their side now with Resimir's full, muscular body facing us. His eyes were closed, his right leg was lifted by Yinnith's powerful arm while his dominant satyr growled out.

"Fuck, you feel so good right now. Moan louder for me," Yinnith barked and used his free hand to keep himself steady.

"Oh Gods...please give me everything..."

They looked less like lovers and more like incubuses. They moved with one another like a boat out on a lake. When one body thrusted forward, the other one rolled back in syncopated motion.

"Let's not get too distracted, my love," Knin said with a chuckle. His hand glowed and a small golden energy moved to his palm. With one concentrated blast, my tail grew out and I gave a loud yelp.

"Mmmm, you are growing into your new body so well, fledgling," Knin teased and placed his chin on my abs to look into my eyes. He snickered when he saw that I was lost in the pleasure of it all. Sprouts of hair started to form along my pecs and abs and I felt a pressure at the base of my tailbone. Knin moved his hand to my rump, grabbing the newly formed muscle there and smiled.

"Let me help you."

"I-I thought you were weak..."

"Harsh," he chuckled. "Since you accepted our pact, my connection with you is much stronger than normal," Knin explained with a devilish smile and leaned forward to kiss me. His tongue invaded my muzzle.

He kissed me so passionately, I thought he would steal my soul out from my chest. Wet lips soon smacked against mine and I sucked on his tongue with a burning desire. There was hardly any space between our hot, sweaty bodies and a light musk started to make its presence known around the forest. It merged with Yinnith and Resimir's own to create a permeating mix of scents that lingered around.

When Knin was done ravaging my mouth, he pulled away panting.

"You look so beautiful..."

I wished that I had a mirror at that moment so I could have looked at myself but there were some choice areas that stood out. My chest was now more of a belly. Well, a barrel of a belly anyway. There was plenty of muscle underneath and I could feel it strain as it finished growing. My arms and legs were larger as well and my endowment was....generous to say the least. It was at full mast and streams of pre ran down the bottom of my shaft and over my balls.

I followed his gaze to see he was staring right at my cock. There was no subtitles with Halcyon and it seemed Knin shared a similar inkling. When my cock throbbed in front of him, he smiled and his little tail flicked excitedly.

"It is like the beautiful hair on your body is leading me towards something," Knin cooed and placed his lips between the valley of my pecs. I smiled sheepishly, the ecstasy of my transformation still washing over me.

His lips kissed along my chest and he paused at my right nipple to suckle on it. When I bleated, my horns popped out of my skull. Knin blinked and paused for a moment before continuing. He licked across the sensitive nub as consolation before continuing on. His soft lips traveled further and went over my belly and past my navel. He rumbled as he went. The vibrations shot up along my body and only thrilled me further.

When he got to my cock, he paused. He looked up at me and gave that mischievous smile that practically begged for me to ask what the mind behind it was thinking.

"Mmmm, my favorite part is that look you give me right before I go down on you..." Knin purred with no hidden delight in his voice.

My small ears flipped downward, much to his amusement and he opened his mouth to take all of me in one fell gulp. I brought my hand up reflexively but placed it on my forehead in disbelief. Even though my shaft was much longer than before, Knin had his own tricks. He bobbed his head up and down the turgid flesh and made sure to lick every dry area. Soon, his throat contracted around a completely spit-covered cock and his sucking noises were echoing throughout the forest....along with the sound of Resimir grunting as he was flipped on his belly and Yinnith climbed on top of him. The two were practically pelvis to ass now and Yinnith grinded down on Resimir.

"F-fuck. Please don't stop, Knin..." I moaned, not paying attention to Yinnith who was clawing at the dirt as if trying to get away from a ravenous monster.

Meanwhile, Knin tapped my thigh to get my attention and then proceeded to pull his mouth away from my cock.

"Hugh....ughhh....what the hell...."

"That's a good fledgling. Just lay back and let your new Master do all the work," Knin said with a smile and a cocky wink.

"Yes sir..." I moaned.

He praised me before continuing and then I felt his tongue start to trail lower. It made its way over my balls and down my taint to my hole. Knin pulled away with a hum of approval.

"I love the way you taste."

He was nimble to say the least. His thick, wide tongue made its way across my hole and I jumped. He took this as a sign to continue, the wet and cool saliva trailing over my open and sensitive entrance to coat it appropriately. My legs shook and I moaned like a whore as he ate me out.

"Music to my ears," Knin said. The pause where he pulled away from my open hole was short because he dived back in to lick up and around it. When his licks and prodes on my hole started to get more enthusiastic and adventurous, I lifted up my legs and used my new bulky arms to hold them up for ease of access.

With my arms wrapped around my knees, I used the leverage to lean back and gave Knin ample room to work his magic. I was completely in his control. His tongue worked around me and each stroke of the limber muscle just begged for me to push back. My tail flicked away and Knin's own arms reached out to hold my legs up as he continued to eat me out.

The sounds were just as sloppy as the actual action itself. They were primal and full of a ravenous need. I knew what would probably come next but I was too busy enjoying the attention I was receiving from my lover to worry about the future. He licked up my hole one last time in a long, loving slurp before giving my balls a kiss.

"That is such a good look for you," he spoke with a purr to his voice. I tried to hide my embarrassment but instead gave a breathy sigh.

"P-please..."

"Hmmm...?"

His head cocked and his ears flicked.

"P-please sir...grab whatever can make this easy. I need you. I want you so bad."

Knin's grin could not get any wider.

"Your wish is my command."

He leaned over the altar to grope for one of the goblets that was left behind from the assistants. When he found the oily mixture of berries and whatever else, he rolled his index and middle finger in the slurry before rubbing it along his fingers.

"Beg again for me. Beg for your God..."

I was in no mood to argue. My body told him everything. My cock throbbed between my legs when he asked me to beg. I was in the palm of his hands and I would do anything to make sure to stay there. I wanted him more than anything in that moment and each pulse of the head of his cock against my hole told me this was where I belonged.

"Please, sir. Please fuck me into the altar. Cum in me and make me yours..."

"Oh fuck yes! CUM IN ME AND MAKE ME YOUUUURS!!!!"

The shout rang throughout my ears and soon Resimir was yelling along with Yinnith. Their rut had overtaken them. Yinnith had Resimir's left ear in his mouth and was giving it enough of a bite to make the younger satyr squeal in delight as he coated the ground in his load.

Meanwhile, Yinnith thrusted forward hard enough to give an audible slap ring throughout the forest and after four hard pumps, he was moaning right in his lover's ear. Shot after shot of virile cum went straight into Resimir's guts and filled him up to the brim. The submissive satyr's eyes threatened to roll back into his head as warmth filled his body and his thighs twitched as Resimir grunted above him.

"Wow..." Knin whispered before turning back to me. "Sorry about th-"

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close. "Shut up and do the same to me..."

Knin stuttered before giving the widest smirk I had ever seen on him.

"Very well."

Knin leaned over me, his eyes watching me close as his index finger entered my hole. He was careful but firm. Gentle but there was a clear indication of what he wanted. My hole squeezed around the foreign invader and he watched me like a guardian. Knin was so gentle when he added a second finger and pushed it even deeper than the first.

I mewled like a lamb. I was an open book for my new lover. The God had full control over my body and my mind was like clay in an expert sculpture's hands. When his fingers hilted inside of me, I could barely keep myself from climaxing all over my chest.

His tongue explored me at the same time. His mouth found my nipples as his fingers sunk in and out of me with dirty squelches. When the lubricant worked its magic, he had me spread for his enjoyment. My moans of pure ecstasy washed over the forest and echoed throughout the canopy as he had his way and I wanted nothing more than to be his.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out with a wet plop and admired his work.

"Do you want me?" Knin asked. That playfulness was gone and replaced with a beast of sex and lust. I did not know if he was asking for permission or just wanted to hear my answer one more time.

"Of course. More than anything, sir."

He lined his cock up and moved his body into position. His muscles looked so magnificent in the sunlight. They glistened with sweat from our exertions and when he put his weight on top of me, I could feel his hot breath on my face and drips of saliva fall onto my forehead. His cock pushed against my hole with a small amount of force.

Pop.

My spine flexed and I groaned out as he entered me. His cock spread my hole open and kept pushing. Further and further he sank, and I felt no pain. His preparations were working wonders and I could only drool onto the altar as my love took me.

"Gods..."

"That's a good boy. Pray to me..."

I did my damndest to make sure the heavens heard me. When he continued to push inside me, the abrasiveness of it shot through me. My cock throbbed against his belly and rubbed against the soft padding as it leaked onto my own abs. My pre rolled down his navel and onto his cock which only added to the sensations sweeping across my body.

When he finally entered me, I was shaking. His cock was right up against my prostate which threatened to push my load right out of me. It was only the beginning and I blushed at the thought of finishing so soon.

Knin's mouth licked across my neck and I yelled out when his teeth bit down into it. It was not hard enough to draw blood but just enough to make me clench and then suddenly relax and he used the moment to push the rest of his cock into me suddenly.

I cried out in ecstasy, unleashing my load between our chests and abs and he wasted no time in pounding me into the warm stone. His hips ricocheted off of mine in wet, sloppy slaps of pure pleasure and I shook in his arms as he thrusted into me again and again. His hips worked like a feral beast but there was control to the movements. It was like I was being fucked by nature itself.

"K-Knin...give me everything!" I yelled out to him. My fingers found his back and dug in which only made him thrust into me harder. I could feel his full, round balls slapping against my upturned ass and my poor, hard cock was ruthlessly milked between us.

"You are such a good stud, my love. I'm going to take you whenever you want me. I'll fill you whenever you need me. I love you so much..."

His words were sweet honey laced with devilish desire and I wanted it all. At that moment in time, I knew I had made the right choice. I knew I had pledged myself to someone who would move mountains for my happiness.

My nails stopped digging and I concentrated on how he felt inside me. I could feel every pulse and throb as he pumped pre into me but the flood was yet to come. His muscles started to flex and his mouth opened in a grunt.

"I'm....I'm going to cum..."

"Cum inside me..."

My wish was granted tenfold. His hips flexed and he pushed his cock as deep as he could into me. There was a pause where he just felt me flex around him and then he roared out into the forest.

The warmth that flooded my insides was...intense to say the least. Halcyon was productive but Knin was something else. He filled my hole and kept going. Cum poured out past his cock and dripped down onto the floor. I could feel it along my hole and the splatters as it fell to the ground.

"K-Knin...this feels g-"

He paused and then there was some sort of revelation that he came to.

"O-Oh...!"

He pulled out and his cock was still spasming. He shot several jets of seed across my chest and I had to close my eyes when a couple landed on my chin. I chuckled and wiped it away, opening my eyes to see Knin acting bashful as his throbbing cock emptied the last of its offering onto my cock and the stone of the altar.

"Sorry..." He said as if I was offended by how overzealous he was.

"No! You didn't have to stop. I was going to say that it felt good."

Knin's bashfulness dissipated. "Oh...really? I did not want to give you too much to clean up but.."

I gave him a look. "You already stuffed me full of oil made from berries and you are worried about a little bit of cum?"

He smiled that cute way that reminded me of his human form. "Yeah. You make a fair point."

I could hear Resimir and Yinnith beside us. I had almost forgotten about them. It sounded like they were up to something...like someone was grinding an axe against tree bark. I looked up over Knin's shoulder and saw they were wrapped in one another. Resimir had his arm around his lover like a blanket around someone's back while Yinnith leaned into Resimir's embrace. For being so quiet, there was a clear protectiveness to the way Resimir's arm wrapped around Yinnith.

"They seem to be fast asleep...oooof!" I began before I was interrupted.

Knin gave a long huff and collapsed on top of me. The air left my lungs for a split second. I tested to see if I could lift him off of me and was pleasantly surprised when I felt his weight lessen for just a moment.

"Huh, it seems I'm stronger now..."

Knin was equally surprised and wiggled for a moment. "Just let me enjoy my afterglow before you wrestle me down..."

"Heh, you'd like that."

Knin chuckled. "You can't talk to a God that way."

"What about someone I love?"

He brought his finger up as if he wanted to make a point.

"I-...uhh...you....ummm..."

I raised an eyebrow and brought my lips to his. I could taste the musk from our play still on him. I could taste his passion on the soft skin. We barely moved, almost like we were trapped in the amber glow of the sunlight. We pulled away but it was not without difficulty.

"I guess I can look past that..." Knin joked with a smirk. "Also..."

The primal look in his eyes returned.

"Why don't we get cleaned up and then I can take you like a dog next? Then I can call you my pup..."

I rolled my eyes but not without giving a snort. "Sounds like a good night to me..."

We kissed again, this time with far more passion behind it. Maybe a bath could wait. It was time to celebrate Knin's renewal, after all.

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