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Shadow of the Forest Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax

The wheels of the carriage rumbled across the old dirt road, carrying it across the countryside. The road was bordered on both sides by vast prairies covered by grasses swaying in the spring winds, blankets of green blowing one way and then the other... but in the distance there was something else, advancing across the lands more everyday. The western horizon was dominated by towering trees, thick vines and more species of flowers than any mad had ever counted. It should have been a blessing, but Merek knew first hand that it was a curse.

The prince sat in the back of the carriage, clad in the finest white and blue clothing. A sword rested at his hip and his brown hair was uncommonly short for a prince, shorn short so as never to block his eyes during battle. His face was serious and his shoulders had born the weight of leadership before his time. Merek's piercing blue eyes gazed out at the trees in the distance. What appeared to many to be nature itself was actually the progress of a dark demon of the forest, the evil Nigrit advancing.

Merek's own father had been killed when trying to defend a village from the advancing forest. Trees grew up through houses; vines erased the village from the map. It had been consumed by the forest, and so had those living in the village. Those not fortunate enough to die had been corrupted by the demon and turned into dwellers of the forest, doomed for all eternity to travel the Earth. Merek took a breath and leaned back, closing his eyes. It was a terrible blight to inherit, but he had not inherited it alone.

Nigrit's forest was spreading between two vast kingdoms, the kingdom of Forthwind and Terrowind. The kingdoms had grown up side by side, feuded in years past before living an uneasy truce. What had bound them together in peace was the light of god, and it was to that light they were heading to. Merek knew that the prince of Forthwind was on his way from the south, heading to the same grand cathedral that rested between their lands. The great Archbishop of the church of Eternal Light would oversee the holy covenant of their cooperation. The princes would pledge to work together to end the threat of the dark prince.

Merek had only met Prince Lief once before. His grandmother had been an elfish mage, and while Lief lacked the magic of his ancestry he had the same elusive visage. The horses whinnied and began to slow, the carriage turning off the main road and moving up toward the cathedral. As it came rolling to a stop, Prince Merek swung out and his boots touched down on the ground. His eyes cast across the cathedral, their true hope. The building was massive, stone and stained glass rising six stories into the sky. Slate stone fences surrounded the property, inside which the garden was orderly and reflecting ponds glistened in the morning sunlight.

The prince advanced to the front of his carriage, reaching to stroke the manes of the black horses that had brought him, his head lifting as he heard the clomping hooves of more horses. A periwinkle carriage approached, drawn by white horses, pulling over to the cathedral as well. The side door opened and Prince Lief stepped out. While Merek was strong and stalwart, Lief was lithe and tall. He had blond hair down to his shoulders and honey colored eyes. His ears betrayed a slight point. His sword hung from his hip as well, but the blade was curved in a most unusual way.

"Prince Lief." Merek said, bowing his head.

"King Merek." Lief replied. Merek shifted a bit.

"Not yet... The ceremony has not been held to transfer power from my father to me yet." Merek explained. Lief blushed before nodding.

"My most sincere apologies and heart felt condolences." Lief said.

"What news of your kingdom?" Merek asked.

"The dark forest spread forty hectares in the last week alone, but the vines have penetrated one of our great lakes. The water has been contaminated with lichens and lilies, corrupting those who drink from it into beasts of unbridled emotion..." Lief said.

"Then we have no time to waste." Merek said, advancing toward the church. The drivers of each carriage dismounted, following after their princes. While driving duties were typically left to the aides, this time each prince had brought a specially trained knight to guard them. Merek's knight was tall with shaggy black hair, his chin betraying the shadow of a beard and his skin showing the slight green tinge of one that had an orc ancestor or two. Lief's, however, was all human with hair the color of fire. They both cut imposing figures.

Lief followed after Merek, the two princes each taking a handle of one of the large cathedral doors. As they drew them open, cool air spilled out of the cathedral. It was massive, but most amazing of all was the vast array of colors scattered across the marble floors, light pouring through the stained glass windows in the east. The boot steps echoed through the church as the four advanced, spotting the archbishop kneeling before the crystal altar. His robes were as white as the clouds, gold filigree denoting him as the conduit of god. The man slowly rose to his feet and turned, holding out his hands.

"Prince Lief of Forthwind, prince Merek of Terrowind, in the light of god I welcome you to this holy place." The archbishop said.

"We are welcomed, and we thank you for overseeing this holy covenant." Lief said.

"You have both traveled some distance, but as the shadow of the forest spreads this way, I fear we have no time to waste. Shall we begin?" The archbishop asked.

"We shall." Merek replied.

"Please come forward then." The bishop said. The princes advanced toward the altar. The bishop moved to light ceremonial candles before turning back to face the princes, "On this holy day, the fourteenth day of the third month, we see before us two children of the god of light, two men coming together to forge a new path on this twisting... twisting road." The archbishop said, hesitating. The princes were uncertain at first why he had hesitated, but then they too realized that the light of day was draining away from the cathedral. It was not late enough in the afternoon for the light to leave, nor was there a cloud in the sky. The archbishop turned, watching as a massive tree grew up outside of the window, blocking the light. Around the cathedral, several pots exploded as the flowers inside grew massive, sending vines out over the sides of the tables, climbing the walls. A web of flower vines covered the stone walls as new blossoms emerged all over it.

"He has come... The demon Nigrit..." Lief said, drawing his sword. Merek drew his as well, the two turning around, ready for anything. A great darkness flooded through the cathedral doors, gathering in a vast inky pool before it began to bubble and grow, shaping into the demon's true being. Thick, large hooves formed from the puddle, the hard keratin coating as black as night. Rising up from the hooves were strong, agile legs that seemed as much animal as they did man, covered in thick and velvety brown fur. The legs came together at the hips, a strange thick black leathery sack forming with two huge plump balls inside. The rest of the groin began to form as the black magic took the shape of a two foot long, pointed dripping phallus extending from a leathery sheath.

Nigrit's muscles furry stomach formed, then his wide chest, then his strong and bulky arms, bulging with power. The neck came next, then finally the head... the head of a mighty powerful stag. A black nose glinted in the night, a long muzzle, dark brown eyes, pointed velvety ears... and a massive rack of antlers, the black magic circling around every one until each antler had seven points to it. A spicy, intoxicating musk began to spill from Nigrit, filling the air. The blossoms in the cathedral bloomed even larger with their master present.

The split second of shock that filled the hearts of the men that a demon had appeared before them came to an end as the knights charged. Both guards sprung into action bravely, quickly, their swords moving for the head of the demon... but as fast as they sprung, Nigrit was faster. His hands flew up and his magic struck both knights. Rather than being blasted back, their attack seemed unhindered... at least at first. The metal of their swords crackled and shattered away like a dust of silver rain, leaving them defenseless, but the true magic was far stronger.

It was as if time was moving in slow motion as they stumbled forward. Both knights seemed to continue on by momentum alone as their armor began to grow looser, their clothes becoming too large. Their masculine features drained away bit by bit, leaving them with thin torsos, lithe shoulders, youthful faces softened by the innocence of baby fat. The shadow of stubble disappeared from Merek's guard, as did the green tinge to his skin. In its place was a brown tinge as soft fuzz began to emerge, not just as stubble but across all of his skin.

The knights skidded to a stop by Nigrit's side as their bones warped and changed. Their clothing fell from their bodies to reveal fuzzy brown furred shoulders. Their pants fell as well, their ankles changing as their toes fused in their boots. The faces of both knights popped and shifted as their faces extended outward into muzzles, their ears grew pointed and furry and the fuzz covering their bodies grew into thicker coats. Bulges formed on their foreheads before two black nubs of antlers broke the skin and curved out just a bit. Their furry asses parted and made room for small flags of furry brown tails, wriggling about. The flesh of their groins grew leathery, their sacks hardening and hugging their balls tight, looking more like a pouch than any flesh. The leathery hide stretched up over their shafts, forming a tough protective sheath that hid their members from view. The sacks slowly bulged as their balls grew larger and larger.

Two strong, massive knights had been turned to quivering fauns in seconds, looking around in confusion. They appeared to be little more than fourteen or fifteen years old in terms of height, but they were still as mature as they had been, their leathery sheathes were full. Nigrit slowly wrapped his thick muscled arms around both deer boys, holding them possessively. After a moment he leaned in, wrapping his muzzle around the new muzzle of Lief's former guard. The faun's eyes widened in shock, but as he felt his tongue tangle with that of the demon, his eyes fluttered shut and his body went from resistance to willing embrace. Soon their lips wriggled against one another, their bodies rubbing. A soft wet noise came as a thick, jet black pointed deer cock emerged from the faun's sheath, coated in sexual juices and glistening in its impressive girth.

Soon the faun was reaching up to caress Nigrit's chest, pinching his master's nipple, caressing anything he could reach. The two broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment. The faun's eyes opened; brown and glassy, innocent and lusty at the same time, the dreamy look quite complete on his face. Nigrit turned and leaned in to kiss the other knight. Merek's former guard turned his head away, but Nigrit reached to turn the faun's head toward them before they kissed. The first faun reached over to grope and knead Nigrit's leathery sack as he won over the heart and mind of the other guard, his fingers all but juggling the sack of his new god.

Merek's guard resisted the kiss, trying to hold back for several moments as Nigrit kissed him aggressively, but soon the fight, the tension and restraint melted. The kisses became tender and soft, relaxed and intimate. The same slick sound came as a massive raging pointed erection emerged from the faun boy's sheath, very inhuman and very much larger than it had been before. When at last Nigrit broke the kiss, the faun shuddered before he pressed his face to the stag's stomach, licking and nuzzling the fur there. Nigrit caressed the boy's head before his eyes moved to the archbishop. The archbishop blushed, wondering if Nigrit knew that his arousal had grown watching the knights turned into animals. Merek, however, had not been as tolerant.

"How dare you come to a place of worship, destroy the lives of innocent souls!" Merek barked. Nigrit chuckled, his laughter echoing off of the walls.

"No soul is innocent, and they are not destroyed. They are slaves to their passions instead of duty, as you will soon be." Nigrit replied. Merek growled in fury before he lunged at the god. Nigrit pushed the faun boys out of the way before he caught Merek's sword. The long metal blade shuddered before turning to wood. Merek pulled the sword back and attempted to at least whack the stag with it, but the wood splintered over his shoulders. Nigrit grinned, lunging before jutting his hand out at Merek. Merek grunted sharply as he felt his fingernails harden and turn black. Another jab of magic and he felt something soft growing under his shirt, but still he attacked. Lief moved to try and help Merek but the archbishop's hands closed around his shoulders, holding him in place.

"If you charge now, he will only change you both as he did the guards..." The archbishop said, but it was a lie... He was afraid the princes could overwhelm the god, and he was feeling the first arousal of his life. Every change Merek endured made the bishop hornier. His heart raced, his chest rose and fell rapidly. The bishop was craving this. Merek landed blows, causing Nigrit to wince and jerk reflexively, but the wooden sword could only do so much. Every flick of Nigrit's finger was stripping more and more of Merek's humanity from him. Soft brown fur grew out from his face like a beard, just as long as his hair, but he could feel it wasn't a man's beard; it was the fur coat of a beast. His fingernails hard turned into hard hooflettes like those of the god himself. The skin above the temples of his forehead bulged out, the skin stretched and aching. Even the teeth in his mouth grew flat.

Merek charged to make a lunge but Nigrit grabbed the prince and shoved his face into his pit, pinning his head in the thick fur. Merek struggled against the tight embrace of the god's under arm before he pulled out, but the spicy musk was already ensnaring him, filling his nostrils and his lungs. He shuddered as his cock hardened against his will, breathing shallower as he felt the flesh of his groin warp and change, tightening and hardening, a black leathery sheath sliding up over his cock, encasing it completely. While the exterior was hard and tight, the interior was seductively moist. The tainted juices soaked his cock, starting to transform it from within. The fur grew out thicker around his groin and across his legs... and he had lost feeling in his toes. His boots felt wrong, clumsy. No doubt he had gained hoofs by then. As Merek made for another pass, stabbing at the stag's heard, the sword splintered into kindling.

Nigrit yanked Merek's pants down to reveal his furry ass and sheath, his tail quivering behind him. Merek let out a scream and moved to beat the god in fisticuffs, but Nigrit grabbed the human prince's head in both hands and pulled him into a kiss. As the stag's muzzle closed around Merek's human face, it stretched and warped to grow out into the lithe, supple form of a faun. Bones popped, his ears shifted as they grew out into points. The fur spread across his face evenly, no longer looking like he had any sort of beard. His nose blackened, the bridge melted away and his face extended into a true muzzle.

As they embraced, Merek tried to get free but the stag demon wrapped him in his muscled arms, holding the prince tight. Nigrit sucked and slurped, filling Merek's tongue with his own, testing the depths of his muzzle and throat. Merek grunted hard, trying to break the kiss, trying anything. Slowly Nigrit reached down, his hand starting to fondle Merek's slick sheath before a finger slid in, then another, the two fingers rubbing the tip of Merek's hidden deer cock. Merek shuddered into the kiss, moaning... and that was all it took for his restraint to leak. Soon the prince was kissing Nigrit as if it was his first time. His stubbornness and strength became shyness and uncertainty. He kissed the demon softly, gently, hesitantly... but soon with more eagerness.

As their tongues tangled willingly, Merek's thick black stag cock began emerging from the sheath, dripping and huge. The skin on his furry temples split before small antler nubs emerged. Soon Merek's body shifted, the muscles changing. Some grew larger while others shrank, leaving him looking much more like a teenage faun. Merek broke the kiss and moved to nuzzle his way under Nigrit's arm, his lips parting so he could lick the stag's pit and savor the scent of his master. Nigrit moved and touched Merek's armor. The cloth dissolved, the metal fell and soon the human was left naked, revealing thick hooves that had been hidden in his boots. Merek was a human no longer; he had been reduced to a drooling, dripping stag faun. It was almost as if Nigrit himself was the prince's father, though that was very far from the case.

A hot, moist breath was snorted against Lief's neck. He had been so busy watching Merek change in horror that he hadn't seen the archbishop change behind him. He turned, coming face to muzzle with a stag wearing the clothes of the arch bishop. The furry brown hands of the holy man were working a long, sticky cum covered deer cock that emerged from his robes, drool leaking from his lips as his changes finished up. Lief stumbled away from the bishop and the other stags, drawing his sword, pressing his back to the wall. He watched as the bishop's antlers hardened, his muscles bulged and he stepped out of his shoes, trying out his new hoofs. Across the room, Nigrit released Merek as a new stag. Merek reached down to stroke his shaft before moaning.

"Oh Nigrit, this feels so amazing... Thank you for bestowing this pleasure on us." Merek whispered before looking to the guards and then the bishop, finally spotting Lief. Merek's face fell, "Prince Lief, what's wrong? You're still so... human." Merek said, moving over.

"I cling to my soul with every ounce of my being; you will have to pry it from my dead body!" Lief said. Merek moved up to Lief, standing a mere inch away before he leaned in and licked the prince's chin.

"We don't want your soul, just your pleasure... and peace. You have no idea how amazing this feels, the strength, the power... I never realized how clumsy I was as a human. Now, I am so much more. I feel the passion, the power, the lust. It will be so much better being part of nature, finding what pleasures I wish to seek, free to love whatever animals, whatever male animals, I want." Merek said.

"Prince Lief, it is inevitable... You and Merek shall be my faun boys, I will wed you both and be your true, huge buck. You will look up to me and I will treat you with prestige for all time. All you must do is merry me. Be my husband. At last you will have everlasting peace."

"Merry you!" Lief exclaimed in shock.

"It sounds so wonderful my lord." Merek said in delight, though Lief was still in shock.

"Good, then it is settled." Nigrit said, taking one of Lief's hands and one of Merek's, bringing them back before the alter. The guards moved around to stand by the bishop, eager. Nigrit gazed into the bishop's eyes. "Shaman of the shadow lands, will you bind our three souls in eternal matrimony?" Nigrit asked.

"Oh yes my lord, it would bring me no greater honor." The former bishop said before looking to the guards, "Strip the prince." He commanded. The fauns moved to tear Lief's clothes from him, revealing his smooth, naked body. Lief resisted, but as the clothes were pulled away his nipples hardened in defiance. He tugged at his arm but the stag god had a firm grip of his wrist, he merely dangled there like a leaf in the wind. Nigrit paid the human no mind, gazing to the shaman before him. Nigrit held out his hand and the sweet scent of the wild flowers filling the cathedral grew potent and rich.

"We may now begin." Nigrit said, his voice as deep as the rolling thunder.

"In nature there are few instincts stronger than that to mate... Some beasts will mate even at the cost of their own lives, giving every essence of their being for that gratifying, lusty, amazing pleasure... but as that lust reaches the minds of more sophisticated beasts like us, it takes on an entirely new level. That lust becomes love, that love becomes a new kind of lust and it binds us forever, together, and completely. It is that form of bonding that we are gathered here today to witness before the eyes of Nigrit himself." The shaman began.

"No, don't do this..." Lief begged, still pulling against Nigrit. The shaman continued discussing lewd, vile acts, talking about the blessings of the god. The shaman stepped up to Nigrit and brought their cocks together, their shafts rubbing and sharing juices, their leather clad balls rubbing against one another before he moved to Merek and did the same.

"The son of the kingdom, the son of the king, the son of the sun shall become the son of the night and all the pleasures and lusts of the deeds of the night shall be conferred upon him..." The shaman rattled on, pressing his stag cock to Lief's human one. Lief resisted, though he could feel the heat of the slimy cock soaking into his shaft, his balls being bumped around by the larger ones. He tried to resist, though slowly blood was pooling into his cock.

"No more... no more..." Lief panted sharply.

"Prince Merek, do you relinquish your humanity, your life and liberty and give yourself freely to lord Nigrit as master, lover, father and husband? As provider of all things? Will you remain true and loyal to him in all things?" The shaman asked.

"Oh yes, for now and ever, with all of my being." Merek said. Nigrit grinned and leaned over to give Merek a deep kiss as a reward. Lief tried to use that as an opportunity to escape and pull away but the stag god put the prince in a head lock. Lief spun around and got a mouth full of stag pit fur. His saliva activated the pheromones, filling his mouth with spice and musk. He grunted, starting to suffocate, forced to breathe hard and take the scent in deep. He shuddered, his cock hardening more. Nigrit turned Lief around to face forward, the human stumbling a bit like a puppet.

"Lord Nigrit, do you take these humans, strip them of their mantle and replace it with your own? Do you take them as your kin, your kind, your sons and husbands, your mates? Will you provide their every need and want to the best of your ability? Will you keep them safe for all time?" The shaman asked.

"I do." Nigrit said. Merek suddenly called out sharply as his short faun horns grew out just a tiny bit. Lief called out as well, feeling lumps form on his forehead, his fingers ache and his toes throb. Lief felt the fight come back to his spirit and he pulled away, though any time he got near Nigrit's arm pit he tried to stretch his tongue out and lick it, unable to stop himself. The shaman moved his hand to his own shaft and jerked off until cum began dribbling out of his shaft. He collected his seed on his fingers and traced a ring of sperm on Merek's chest, then Nigrit's, and then on Lief's. As the cum soaked against his flesh, soft brown fur began to emerge from it, closing the circle before it spread outwards like wild fire. Lief growled and fought against it, resisting with all of his might. The shaman turned to the human prince.

"Prince Lief, do you relinquish your humanity, your life and liberty and give yourself freely to lord Nigrit as master, lover, father and husband? As provider of all things? Will you remain true and loyal to him in all things?" The shaman asked. Nigrit reached down and wrapped his hands around Lief's balls. As he held them, the sack turned black and leathery, hugging the balls tight as they grew. Nigrit moved his hand, caressing and rubbing Lief's groin flesh before a sleek, slick smooth leathery sheath emerged, sliding up around his cock before closing over it at the tip.

"Ungh... Yes..." Lief moaned in pleasure before his eyes shot wide, realizing what he had just said, looking to the shaman in shock.

"To prove your fidelity, you may kiss your husbands." The shaman said. Nigrit moved to kiss Merek deeply before he turned to kiss Lief. Lief pulled back but soon he felt those stag lips on his, working them so expertly. Then his mouth filled with the strong tongue of the stag god. The tongue moved around with such strength, such ease, as if Nigrit new precisely what to do with it. Soon Lief was working his tongue back, playing with it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As Lief gave in, he started to shed his humanity even faster.

The prince's features softened as an innocence returned to them. He regained a bit of baby fat, his spine contracted to make him shorter, his hair grew softer. Despite being emotionally mature and mentally mature, his body seemed younger to the naked eye, to that of a teenager on the verge of manhood... but it wasn't a human teenager. Lief's toes grew together, the flesh evening out as his toenails turned dark and capped the feet in new hoof material. His heels shrunk smaller, his ankles popped and shifted and the hair on his arms and legs grew soft before growing denser.

Lief let out a soft faun call before he was kissed by Nigrit again. Lief's fair face stretched out into the kiss, his mouth elongating as his muzzle formed. Gently Lief hazarded a kiss, then he tried more boldly before their lips were working move for move, their tongues dancing. Merek moved to wrap his hands around Nigrit's shaft and to fondle Lief's forming sheath. The black flesh had hid his human cock from view and held his balls in place as they grew rounder and fuller. Nigrit massaged them around, feeling them swell and mature. Slowly Lief's new pointed deer cock began emerging, long and tapered like a spear. Merek's furry hands slid up and down the shafts, his paw fur soaked with juices as the cocks were quite slick already. Lief moaned, nearly bleating out as his ears stretched into the proper points, his head seeming far more deer than man. The shaman smiled.

"Now, before the witnesses that have gathered, speak the feelings your heart holds, make a testament to the world around us all." The shaman instructed. Merek turned, looking to Nigrit.

"My whole life I believed I knew what was before me, one steady road unfolding in a way that would never waiver, never deviate. You showed me the error of my ways; you showed me the majesty of nature. No longer am I confined to a life of duty and responsibility, I have love and peace and comfort. You changed my course, my path, and my life. For that I will always be grateful." Merek said before turning to Lief, "And you, my lovely Lief... For too long were our nations suspicious of each other, paranoid and conflicted. Now we are united, bound in the love and lust of a true existence. I shall spend the rest of my life endeavoring to make you both proud and very happy. I love you Lief, and I love you Nigrit" Merek whispered, his hand moving to start to massage and grope Nigrit's huge leathery sack, feeling the tough flesh holding the large orbs inside, feeling how dominant and virile his new husband was. The shaman almost cooed, touched by the exchange.

"In a land like Forthwind, we have always been near nature, but never before have I fully embraced it. It was always something to look at, never something to take part in. My eyes have been opened by you both, by love and lust. I can already feel so much pleasure coursing through me, but my veins are full of the life blood of nature, of the blood you make boil. I love you both with all my heart and soul. I would die for you, but even more, I will live for making you both happy and complete." Lief said, his hands moving to help Merek's, rubbing Nigrit's balls. They were so big, there was more than enough to go around. Nigrit moaned gently, feeling so nice having his two faun boys feeling him up. Slowly the stag god turned to look at his husbands.

"For many years I have watched you princes grow and change, learning the destructive ways of your people. I knew it was with you that I could change the tide of humanity. Your humanity has been cast aside, you are mine now for the rest of time. You will pleasure me, you will bask in the light of nature for the rest of time as my mates and servants." Nigrit said, and as he uttered the last words, a bit of his cream leaked down his long black cock.

"By the power granted to me by you, I no pronounce you mates, equals and husbands... My lord Nigrit, once you consummate your love, you will rule both kingdoms." The shaman said eagerly. Nigrit moved away from his mates before circling them, looking over every inch. They seemed so innocent, so pure, but they were his. Lief rushed back to the stag, pushing his nose under his master's arm before licking the fur there, his own cock dripping just from the proximity.

"What an amazing scent you have my love." Lief whispered.

"It truly is the best." Merek said, nuzzling Nigrit's other pit before he slowly crouched, rubbing his nose against Nigrit's balls and sheath. Nigrit moved to return the display, though his nostrils flared as he took in the scent lingering around their furry deer asses before nuzzling their testicles with his nose.

"And you, my boys, are very much in heat... You need a good fucking, a true mounting... and you are going to get it." Nigrit said before running his fingers along each of their ass clefts. The boys squirmed and moaned, realizing that, as always, Nigrit knew exactly what they needed. Merek pushed back against the hand, feeling the finger plunge into his ass before he moaned and shuddered. Merek suddenly fell forward, presenting his ass to his husband, his tail flicking up as his tight pucker relaxed.

Nigrit licked his lips, giving his cock a few good strokes before he moved. The point of his long stag cock came to nudge against Merek's ass before he thrust in deep. Merek called out, his head tipping back. Lief watched from behind as Nigrit mounted Merek, thrusting deep. Merek called out, his hands braced against the cathedral floor as his leathery balls swung forward and back, his husband and master filling his ass. Nigrit thrust deep before pulling back and thrusting again. Merek took it as best he could, his cock slapping against his stomach, dripping cock to the floor. With very passing moment Nigrit became more powerful.

Watching the love before him, the shaman was overcome. He shuddered deeply before he turned, realizing there were two perfectly good deer boys next to him. Slowly the shaman reached out, wrapping his fingers around their thick rods, starting to slide his hands up and down. The fauns moaned deeply, drool leaking from their muzzles before they were humping into his hands. As if they had the same thought at the same time, both guards moved to lick and nuzzle the shaman's shaft at the same time, their lips closing around the outside of the cock as if they were kissing each other with the manhood in between. Soon they started drawing their heads up and down, as if they were jointly sucking him off.

Lief grabbed his mighty tool with both hands, thrusting his hips into his own embrace, watching with eager and glee. He envied Merek, he loved his master, it all made so much sense to him except why he had struggled for so long against it all. With the humanity stripped from his minds, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Who wanted to live and die in fields and castles when the forest would embrace them forever? Lief moaned sharply, his cock starting to spurt precum. He collected some on his hand before bringing it to his lips, licking and sucking his fingers clean.

"Oh my lord Nigrit, you are so big... so deep! So male!" Merek called out, his eyes clenched shut in ecstasy. Merek humped a pool of his own cum as Nigrit filled him, spreading his young ass wide. Merek remembered his many years of life, he was still an adult, but at the same time he felt so safe, so whole in his master's embrace, filled by the stag's cock. Merek clenched his ass and wriggled his hips in an attempt to bring Nigrit even greater pleasure, and from what he could tell it was working. Nigrit lifted his head and let out the call of a rutting stag as he filled his husband so deep and so well.

The shaman and guards were going to town as well. The shaman's hands were like blurs on their cocks. The guards had made it to the tapered head of the shaman and their lips fought over the tip, nudging the other away before sucking it clean, then alternating. They were vivid, they were eager and they were dedicated. The shaman drew them off his shaft before he grabbed one and kissed him deeply, using his hands to turn him around and face outward. Once everything was in place, the guard's back arched as he was impaled with thick stag cock. Feeling jealous of the fun, the other guard moved in front of his equal, presented his ass and backed up until he too had been impaled. Soon the three of them began to move in a fluid motion, sliding one way and then the other, the cocks and asses all working together like parts of a machine.

"More, so good... Oh deeper... Oh Nigrit!" Merek howled out. The mating between Merek and Nigrit sped up, grew deeper and more intense. Nigrit was practically humping Merek around the floor, sliding him from place to place. Merek moaned and grunted, his tail quivering before Nigrit shuddered himself. With one last powerful thrust he slid as deeply into Merek as possible, tipped his head back and came. Merek kept using his muscles to milk every drop out of Nigrit, filling his bowels with the seed before it backed up and began to dribble out of his ass and over Nigrit's cock like lube. Nigrit growled in satisfaction, waiting until Merek went limp against the floor, laying in a pool of his own cum, trying to regain his breath.

Nigrit slowly pulled out of Merek, his dripping cock emerging with a pop and a gush of juices. He turned to face Lief and Lief was so anxious he nearly fell over trying to get to that cock. Lief's hands flew off of his own cock and grabbed Nigrit's before he plunged his long, narrow muzzle around the prize. Like a starving baby he began to nurse and suck on the stag god's shaft. He began achieving success as long draws of stag cum squirted into his mouth. Lief gulped it down greedily, feeling the warmth suffuse his stomach. Nigrit reached down to stroke Lief's fur and rub his horns, but he wanted far more than a blow job. Slowly he drew Lief off his cock, leaned down and gave the boy a cum filled kiss.

Lief moved forward, wrapping his arms around his master, placing his legs on either side. As their bodies came together, Lief's cock wedged tight between their abdomens. So close to a natural straddling position, Nigrit had no trouble at all bringing his cock to Lief's ass. Lief's entrance quivered a bit before it began to loosen up, just enough for Nigrit to began pushing in. Inch after inch of stag cock entered Lief's body, wedging the fleshy ring wider as it entered. Lief felt the shaft filling his body, slowly at first but more with each passing moment. Just when he felt like he was about to burst, Nigrit pulled back out almost all of the way before thrusting in deeply again. Lief gasped out loud but his mouth was filled with tongue soon after. They kissed and he straddled his mate harder, being filled so very well. Nigrit picked up speed, bouncing Lief on him, pummeling his ass.

"Oh yes! So big! So long! Nigrit, you are more amazing than anything in the world!" Lief howled out, praising his god and husband in wonder. Across the room, the Shaman and his boys were in just as hot of a situation. The shaman thrust and slammed tight into one faun, then he slammed into the next. Then the Shaman pulled back, extending the other two. The motions were strong and visceral, their lusts so real. All six deer moaned and bucked and sucked and fucked. They were beats of passion and the cathedral was changing to reflect that. The flowers grew so thick that the stone was invisible underneath. Grass was even growing on the marble floors as holy relics seemed to be replaced with more natural, suggestive relics. Nigrit's magic was manifesting all around them.

Having regained enough of his strength to move, Merek crawled over to his master, wanting to please him in any and every way. Merek knelt down behind the stag god and leaned in, wedging his nose between Nigrit's ass cheeks. He began to lick and slurp in supplication, his nostrils overwhelmed by the stag's scent glands producing pure potent pheromones. Merek's cock was raging hard in seconds and dripping a moment later.

"Such powerful musk, surely it is the strongest in the world... I am honored to be blessed and allowed to enjoy it..." Merek moaked against the stag's ass. He licked Nigrit's pucker, his furry ass cheeks, the underside of his tail and then up his back. Merek's hands dug into Nigrit's fur, massaging his broad back, his muscled shoulders and his thick neck. Merek licked his entire way up before licking the vast antlers of his stag god. Nigrit growled in pleasure, pushing back into Merek and slamming all the harder into Lief, filling his ass. Lief felt as if he could feel his stomach distending with the size of his husband's cock in his belly.

Behind the alter, the shaman and the guards all called out at the same time as they came. The shaman came into a guard, the guard into the next, and he came all over the alter, the cum splattering and running down the crystal. With all three having reached orgasm, they were still far from done. Slowly the guards pulled off of the shaman and each other. With a knowing glance, they circled around before they lunged in. The shaman took a thick faun cock into his mouth before his was taken in by another and the last guard closed the circle. The three collapsed to the floor, eagerly sucking away on cum covered cocks, bobbing their heads up and down.

The smell of sex and sweat and musk was growing potent. The strong stone of the cathedral had been dug into, a base for the roots of cast plants. Trees were starting to grow out of the outer building while vines dangled from the ceiling inside. The pollen was thick as if it was feeding off of the sexual energies, and below it all the god of the forest was working eagerly to fill Lief, but he wanted more. He wanted them to be together, he wanted them to be complete. Nigrit carefully bean turning Lief around, keeping the boy on his lap. Lief moaned, facing outward, filled from behind.

"Prince Merek, come consummate your love with your other husband." Nigrit said, his voice booming. Merek moved around, gazing at the lusty, eager body of Lief before he moved to straddle Lief. His ass hole found the pointed tip of Lief's cock and slowly he lowered. Lief gasped, his cock having never felt so embraced, so tight. Merek impaled himself slowly before he rested on Lief's lap. Merek shuddered strongly, but then he realized that if Lief was getting pleasured from both ends, he should as well.

Merek reached down to stroke his big black cock, bringing it up to Lief's chin. Merek collected some sperm on his finger before he smeared it right on Lief's leathery black nose. Lief snorted and sniffed, his senses filled with the musk of a horny deer in heat. He grunted hard as all logic left his mind. He craved cock. His muzzle split wide and he came down around Merek's cock, nearly gagging himself on it as he started to suck and slurp, bobbing his head up and down, sucking furiously. The three bounced and thrust against each other, writhing in bliss as they came closer and closer to the edge, but they would not be the first to achieve such a joy.

One of the guards shook with the force of his most extreme orgasm ever as he came, filling the mouth of his partner. Tasting the rich spunk, the second guard came as well and rewarded the shaman with his own seed. The white, hot, thick musky faun cum was potent and sent the shaman over the edge and he pumped pint after pint of his own seed into the first guard's mouth until all three had cum drizzling from their lips. They gulped the rich essence down, their bellies full and their bodies saturated before they collapsed into a panting, moaning heap of musky fur and delight, not even daring to move.

Suffused with so much power and lust, Nigrit and his husbands were able to last much longer. Hours had passed during their fight, their wedding and their embrace. The sun had traveled from one horizon to the other and the shadow of the forest grew darker and darker, and as it did, Nigrit grew stronger. Ripples of energy shot through Lief and Merek like lightning, triggering every synapse and every nerve to fire off burst of pleasure. It was so much, so strong and Lief was the first to fold. His cock quivered and pumped several loads of cum into Merek's ass, his own body suddenly contracting and milking Nigrit.

Feeling the heat blossom into him, Merek was the next to go, cumming out thick torrents into Lief's hungry maw. Lief gulped the seed down as he finished spraying the last of his. Merek's head tilted back as he filled Lief's mouth before he slumped, the two boys leaning against their master. Nigrit slowly reached out his large arms to hold and embrace them. He held them to him, safe in his arms as he always wood, and with that thought he came. His huge shaft pumped massive loads of stag sperm into Lief, filling every ounce of his body to the limit before his load finally came to an end.

Slowly Nigrit laid back into the grass floor of the cathedral, his muscles spreading out. Lief and Merek collapsed onto his chest, their heads each resting on a thick pectoral before their eyes slid shut. Nigrit smiled in pleasure, so pleased that it had all worked. There would be no war now, only peace and the spreading might of the forest. Slowly Lief pushed himself up despite the weariness of his body to look at his two amazing husbands. Merek turned his head and smiled, gazing at Lief. Nigrit leaned forward and his two husbands did the same, their muzzles rubbing as their tongues extended. The three deer began to lick and embrace in a three way kiss, binding them together once more. In his mind, Nigrit celebrated all the souls that would come to enjoy the new life in the shadow of the forest, knowing all of humanity would return to the natural world they came from and take part in it all once more... but no matter what happened, Nigrit knew that he would have his husbands at his side forever more, and he would always take care of them to the last of his strength.