Part Eight: Bestial Desires

Advanced Warning of "Rape Play" in this one....

Iris was content after a good night of getting her way and as always, Hemlock was so shocked he never said a word of anything to his mother when she asked how their night was. They could never talk about such things in the morning anyway, Dorjan still had no clue what was happening and always found himself laughing that Ash would always look so exhausted as if he’d been running around all night. Ash had very little memory of what happened either, he only knew that it was just an odd dream… a dream his mother had helped him through, but Iris was always disappointed that neither her brother nor her father remembered what they’d done.

It sounded like such a perfect excuse to be as wicked as possible and blame it on one’s wolf-self, but Iris had work to do that morning and she was quick to kiss her mother, father and both of brothers on the cheek and insist she was going to meet with the Baron’s son and his nephew to help them learn to dance! It was something that made Trista a little surprised, but Dorjan had stretched his big hand out, halting his precious daughter as he’d eyed her up sharply and then giving a sneer.

“It won’t just be you and those two, right? You can’t trust the nobility not to use someone as kind as you…” Dorjan stated, though Ash and Hemlock both blanched at the thought their sister was anything but troublesome. But Iris turned to him with an adorable expression and insisted that she was one of the servants that would be around to help them. Of course, she was lying, it made Ash’s nose twitch as if he could smell her lies and Hemlock felt sickened, his stomach rolling to think she could get away with being so sweet to everyone. Dorjan though heaved a sigh and then passed her over a strange whistle with a grunt. “I won’t be able to hear this, but any dogs in the area will panic and bark, if I hear it… I’ll come looking for you.”

“Alright Papa… if it makes you feel better… love you all!” Iris beamed, leaning forward to kiss her father’s forehead again as he gave a grunt. He then waved her off with a sigh as she seemed to skip off, hurrying over to meet up with one of the other young girls further down the road who were eager to talk to her about her exciting hopes for the day. Trista though grimaced, her daughter was in favour with the baron’s son right now, but like her husband she feared that it was just because Iris did not judge anyone and hated people not having friends… she feared her daughter might be used, but then Ash gave a yawn.

“We’re checking the traps today, right dad? Do you think we’ll find anything interesting after a night that you all used to fear? Think we’ll see tracks of that Beast and find out if it’s still alive or not?” Ash questioned, looking eager as Dorjan gave a soft snort and shrugged his shoulders, insisting they would be hard press to tell the difference between the Beast and a wolf pack. It was enough to make Trista chuckle knowingly and though Hemlock would usually laugh with her, there was a gloomy expression upon his face and Dorjan noticed with a grunt.

“Hemlock… I have a job for you after work today, are you willing to do it?” Dorjan had been thinking about a conversation with Trista about how he needed to give Hemlock a chance. He wish he could understand why he felt such negativity towards his own son, but when Hemlock’s eyes were suddenly shining with a joyful excitement, it was enough to make Dorjan blush a little. He’d forgotten how cute Hemlock had been as a baby, cuddly and cute and eager to rush up to every dog he met to cuddle it and call it daddy before he learnt that Dorjan was daddy… such a funny boy. “I’ve got a prepared set of rabbit skins that Matthias wanted for his daughter’s new shoes… her birthday coming up… you’ll be in town so can you deliver it to him at the guardhouse? He’ll be on his own in at that time so no chance of that girl hearing things.”

“Oh… yes father… I can do that; it wouldn’t be a problem. Oh, is there any meat you want me to pick up if it’s going spare?” Hemlock asked, his eyes shining in delight to be able to do something that might help his father out. Dorjan gave a gentle nod of his head, but a part of him was still worried that he could not rely on Hemlock for this. All the same he stood up and marched over to the skins, going to seek the items whilst Ash turned to his brother with a smile.

“Its okay brother… you’ll be fine, father doesn’t think as badly of you as you think. Besides, Uncle Matthias trusts you more than anyone in the whole village except mum perhaps…” Ash chuckled softly and Hemlock found himself blushing softly, thankful their father did not see it as Trista stood up and went to his side. She wrapped her hands about him, kissing her gloomy son’s forehead tenderly before nuzzling against him and sighing happily.

“You will do fine and you’ll have a good day, I can just tell!” Trista beamed thoughtfully as she patted her son’s cheek and then went off to go and prepare her own duties for the day as Dorjan returned with the skins and Hemlock got up. He was looking very confident towards his son and for once, Hemlock felt wonderful.

Iris was out along the road towards the baron’s household, sighing softly and innocently as she was collecting up the wood from around one of the broom trees, wrapping them in a bundle ready to take them home for her mother. She was smiling wistfully, thinking thoughtfully and then suddenly she heard the sound of hooves hurrying along the path and she straightened up, sighing and swiping her hand across her forehead. She smirked knowingly, undoing the top buttons of her bodice to make her breasts more obvious as she watched two horses and the noblemen upon them charging up to her point. She turned away, trying not to face them and continuing to gather sticks as one of the noblemen gave a scoff.

“There cousin… a lonesome wench working my lands and therefore my property… how about you help me sample the maid, see her worth?” The baron’s son, Kazimir, dismounted his horse with ease and dropped the reins, marching towards Iris with a pompous air. He was tall, but so plump that he looked ridiculously awkward as he strolled towards Iris and immediately undid his belt. She turned to look at him in shock, giving a screech of surprise before turning to run, only for Kazimir to rush over to her, grabbing her wrist though she tried to beat him off… only to be pulled down onto the ground.

“No! Let me go! Let me go! PLEASE!” Iris screeched in horror as Kazimir grasped her about the waist, hoisting her upwards and dragging her awkwardly towards the slight dip from the road near the bottom of a tree where the grass was long and they would be out of sight! She kicked about, calling for help as Kazimir then rather awkwardly dropped her onto the grass, which thankfully was soft as she landed on her back. He then knelt down over her, sitting on her skirt so she was pinned to the ground as she lifted her hands to swat at him as he grasped the buttons over her chest, pulling it open.

“Don’t have fun all by yourself, cousin!” Kazimir’s cousin was Benedict, he was from another baron who owned a smaller amount of land than his cousin had, but had an all farming area so it was debatably more prosperous. But Benedict was like his cousin, rotund and awkward with no way of approaching others than throwing around his position. Right now he was burning up with excitement, hurrying after his cousin after practically falling off his horse and rushing to their side, grasping hold of Iris’ arms and pulling them back as Kazimir pulled her skirts right up and was surprise as he looked up at his cousin with a smirk.

“Little slut… didn’t even bother to wear underwear…” Kazimir growled, kneeling up as Benedict smothered Iris’ mouth as she squealed into his hand. Kazimir then made sure he was out from his pants, his rather pert belly bowling forward through his loosened trousers and his rather small form less impressive or even visible compared to that hairy belly. He bent down, pulling himself onto Iris as she bucked beneath him, trying to wrestle as Benedict kept her quiet as Kazimir pushed his form into her shockingly wet pussy and he gave a grunt. “Ung… it’s so wet and beckoning… she really is a slut…”

Kazimir then grasped himself about her, his heavy body pushing down into her, making her gasp uncomfortably as she grit her teeth, trying to breathe in against the hand smothering her. Iris stretched her legs out, letting Kazimir’s form stuff in deep, rubbing against all her sensitive spots and then pulling back, his heavy swinging motions and piggy grunts as he hurried into her, knocking every part of her. His weight pushed her body closer to his form, forcing him to touch every good part, but Kazimir knew where she would feel good and he rubbed into that spot, feeling her getting sopping wet around him as she groaned and whimpered desperately before Kazimir gave a groan.

“Damn it… its so good I might cum now…” Kazimir groaned, wrapping his whole body around her, grabbing her hips and pulling her up as he began to really thrust into her, his head sitting calmly within her breasts as he grunted and groaned out at her, his nose twitch and that piggy face of his going bright red. He was really grinding in as hard and heavy as he could, his cousin stuck watching the obvious pleasure forming on his face with a blush of surprise. Benedict let her go, feeling her drool on his hands as he then looked at her desperately happy expression as she groaned at the motions of the baron’s son, before Kazimir’s lips pinched, his face gurned and then he gave a shudder before a wheeze. “Dear God… so good…”

“Goodness cousin, that was shockingly quick…” Benedict chuckled in amusement, only to give a sudden grunt of surprise as he felt those smooth hands stroking at his groin. He looked down, Iris was giving him a hungry expression, licking her lips as her eyes seemed to turn a predatory golden colour. Benedict looked towards Kazimir for a moment, unsure what to do or say as Iris then rolled onto her belly and then got onto her knees. She undid Benedict’s trousers too, his fatter belly brushing her forehead as she twisted her head to the side to open her mouth and then start sucking on his rather hairy cock. He gave a gulp of surprise as he spread his legs and then sat back, pushing his groin upwards as he groaned and Iris suckled on his musty, clearly untouched cock with delight.

“See, my Iris is a treat… she’s obedient to me and knew I’d want my dearest ally to get some attention too. I’ll gladly share her, but only because I trust you so dearly cousin.” Kazimir grinned, speaking with a sly manner as she sat between Iris’ legs, looking as his cum was glistening against her thighs from where it had trickled out. Watching her opening twitch and beckoning as she sucked away was making him hard again and he quickly grasped her waist. Kazimir had already warned Iris that his cousin had more exposable income and in future could be trouble, appeasing him would mean he had more power when he finally took his position and kept the safety of their neighbours. This Iris had understood, rather impressed that her dopey Kazimir could be so politically motivated, so she was willing to be obedient as he then pushed his form back inside her warm honeypot.

Together, Kazimir thrust into her and Iris took in more cock from his cousin, when he rocked his hips back, she gasped and released to cock. For a while, the seeming swinging motion as Iris was practically spit-roasted between them filled both men with utter pleasure. They groaned and sighed together, their cocks swelling, dribbling and twitching with pleasure and desperation. Their eyes were closing as the pair of them groaned out in pleasure and Iris gave a grin as she watched them, when something odd happened and she could feel her eyes changing, ears changing… she couldn’t see it and thankfully, neither could they, but she’d develop a tail and Iris was grinning in delight.

She’d started to feel the wolf inside her waking up from its slumber once again… each time she did something that would disappoint but make her feel wild and rebellious, her body would react. She was excited, sucking hungrily upon the meat in her mouth and holding back the urge to just bite it off and devour it! Her insides seemed to be boiling and squeezing around Kazimir’s cock, welcoming him eagerly as she found herself gaining more energy, her ears pinning back and her eyes locked onto the boorish oaf she was sucking off, who was already drooling desperately in delight.

Something deep and guttural was waking up within her mind, it felt like she had a friend living inside her, an invisible friend or just another part of herself. She envied the voice, she’d known it since childhood and it was the one to advise her on what she should do, but she was the one that kept it hidden and safe. They had to work together, it would be impossible if they tried to live separate lives like her father and brother’s… special friend… so Iris was feeding it with her cruelty and it was enjoying this illicit pleasure that even their wolf father would disapprove of.

Can you just imagine it… all they need is their noses turned up, hands as trotters and a curly tail and you’d have two succulent hogs to satisfy us on… it’s a shame we have to keep to the shadows… killing is much more satisfying but this… you’ve got a great idea here Iris. Imagine if we birth beasts to these pigs… filling the entire elite households with our kin, we’d hunt the poor wretches and enjoy the slaughter regardless… blood filling our goblets like wine! So precious… I’m so glad we understand each other….

The voice was as wicked and cruel as ever, growling and guttural but it was a part of Iris’ own psyche, she knew that and she loved that it was so… compatible with her. The two men then gave grunts, their faces skewing up more obviously and so Iris held herself ready, opening her mouth wide as Benedict then gave a groan and a thick, musty splash of cum poured into her throat. She swallowed it down eagerly, the bestial side drinking it in as it did the seed Kazimir then spurt back into her body. They pulled away from Iris with groans of pleasure and lay back in the grass.

Both were panting, pot-bellied piglets that were making Iris smirk as she then crawled over to Kazimir, kissing his lips sweetly and the nuzzling against him. She sighed and cooed, kissing at his cheek as he smirked down at her. They shared a wet, messy kiss before she rolled onto her back and then Kazimir rolled to nuzzle his face into her breast. He then latched his mouth around one of her nipples, suckling at her eagerly and grinding his form against her leg… it was too limp to penetrate again but the sensation was still present. Jealous, Benedict hurried over, latching onto the other nipple and then lounging against her as she laid back, smirking down at them, her canine features gone but her bestial mind still purring at the sight of then suckling.

*Yes… lets be the whore of these fat little piglets and rule the landscape with our terror…. *