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The Elders have legends that speak of the tree and as I stand here looking upon it I begin to realize that they had not just been stories, but warnings.

It was said the tree stood as a challenge to those who would do right in their life, temptation and lust interwoven within its branches; As I stand here, all I see is death. A sickly sweet smell like the scent of rotting leaves on a cold autumn day tickles at my nose and as I stand transfixed by the strange fruit the tree bears, I remember the last conversation with my village's elder before I had left, and the journey that had brought me to this point.

"You seek the tree?" he had asked, his eyes were slitted with age, and the wisdom within them was missed by my own youthful ignorance.

"I will destroy it, if it is real" I had replied boldly, my bravado as of yet untempered by the discoveries to come.

"I pray you do not find it, boy. Come back to us." Was all he said as he turned away from me; I left shortly after that. My sleek body was adorned with the protective runes of my people, little else covering my otter-pelt save a short loincloth. I had only my spear to keep my safe on the journey, but it was more than I needed.

The weeks were long, the terrain unforgiving, but my resolve shone brighter than even the lightning which crackled overhead on the stormy nights that often plagued my sleep. It was on these nights that I retold myself the legends, always searching for clues in the words that had been burned into me from birth. Death was not what the tree promised, though it was what it delivered. The legends spoke of a test of character for those who dared approach it, some dark drive that could bring even the most noble of warriors to their knees. I had no fear of failure, I had no reason to believe I would; I would see the test completed and the tree destroyed. The legends did not speak of where I could find it, they only mentioned a cloying scent that would betray it to those who sought it.

It was the same cloying scent that had led me to the tree, which filled my nose now. The runes that had once decorated my body are faded, broken, and it was now more than ever that I wished for their comfort. Before me sat an oak tree, its branches gnarled and twisted into eldritch designs that sent my mind aswim with strange thoughts. This was my goal but as I looked upon it, my heart trembled. The scent filled me, thick and invasive as it curled through my body.

From the tree hung bodies, men, women, dozens of them; such strange fruit indeed. Though they must have been collected over the span of weeks, months even, none had begun to rot. Their cheeks were purple, some hung with maws agape and stiff tongues that dripped with shimmering saliva. The men all had erections that seemed ready to burst with fresh cum even as they swung gently in the scent-rich breeze that danced through the sparsely leafed branches. My knees tremble, though I feel no fear. In the cities I had travelled through I had seen buildings, rooms stacked upon rooms, sometimes seven or eight high but the tree dwarfed them all. In the uppermost branches I saw more bodies, all hung by their neck and nude like those in the lower branches. What had I gotten myself into?

My attention steals back towards the base of the tree. A dragon stood before a hyena, the black-scaled wyrm's arms bound behind his back by a series of complicated knots. His head was lowered. The shame of the dragon was clear on his face and despite the noose that hung around his neck, the rope trailing up and hanging over one of the branches before falling once more to the ground, he sported an impressive erection that bobbed gently before his belly. Though they were only twenty yards away, they paid me no mind and my ears caught no words between them. I stood silently and watched. My eyes trace over the figure of the nude dragon and even the trepidation I feel fails to wrench my gaze from the pair. I can feel my own cock begin to harden beneath the weather-beaten loincloth I still wear; that scent drives me to watch, every inch of my body alive with crackling energy. When the hyena begins to pull on the rope, hoisting her prey into the air, my breath catches. The dragon's breath rattles from him as his feet begin to kick immediately. The wyrm's longer neck forces his head to tilt back as he's pulled higher, coarse rope biting into his scaled throat. I cannot imagine what he felt just then as he gurgled and twisted in the air, but it was easy to see the hyena's reaction. The tall female sported a grin that threatened to crack her face in two, her paws tugging on the rope in short, smooth pulls that caused the dragon to jerk with each tearing yank against his throat.

"Stop!" I call at last. I do not move closer, my feet rooted to the spot and my cock throbbing with an unwanted need beneath my tented loincloth. The hyena simply continues to pull the dragon higher into the tree, my demand unheeded. The male's feet are nearly four metres off the ground before she stops. The dragon's body thrashes as even the raspy sounds that had croaked from his throat have now stopped. His tongue jabs out, darting around as if trying to find some means to escape its owner's fate; still that cock, now darkly coloured with trapped blood, glistens with pre-cum. His chest thrusts outwards at last, the male's climax breaking and his feet kicking back as pearlescent cum pulses from that proud shaft. It arches in the air, raining down onto the hyena who simply smiles up at her victim. Several powerful pulses escape the dying male's tip, his wings trying to fan out but unable to escape the embrace of those bound arms. Seconds pass and the male's fight weakens with each one that does. His cock is still dripping cum as his body tenses up one final time before falling still. Silence fills the small glade that surrounds the great oak, the dragon's death drawing a moan from the hyena that once more sends my knees atremble. It's only then that I realize my own hand has curled around my rock hard shaft, filling my belly and thighs with a delight that quivers up my spine.

The hyena's gaze turns to me at last, that smile fading slightly as her attention turns from the dragon.

"Oh, an otter to add to my collection?" she says at last. The words hold no hint of doubt as she turns towards me, her body nude and laid bare to my eyes.

"No. I have come to destroy the tree" I answer. As I lift my spear to defend myself if need be, she laughs. Anger floods through my lust-addled body, and that scent grows stronger in my nostrils as I breathe in deeply. "It is clear you are the test the legends speak of, monster" I continue, "You will find me worthy of ending your evil." She does not answer this time but merely moves towards me. Behind her I can see more rope, another noose waiting should I fail; I will not fail.

She's faster than I expect as she closes in and slashes at my chest with her claws. My spear comes down to parry but she simply grabs the wooden haft and holds the weapon tight. I strain against her but it's no use, she throws me aside like a bundle of wheat. The ground greets me and even as I struggle back to my feet she's on me once more. My loincloth is torn from my body, my cock bobbing freely in the air as I turn to face her weaponless and naked. The fight is heated, my lust for vengeance mingling with the pleasure the very air seems to instil in me. At last my fist drives into her belly and the female gasps out in a sharp bark as she stumbles back, her maw agape like her many victims dangling above our heads. Another strike lands against her jaw and another against one of her breasts. The world runs red with passion as I realize I've gained the upper hand, I was winning! She fights back as best she can, dazed from the multiple strikes to her frame but my fists drive her back against the bark of the tree before she falls to her knees; I stop. She sits there, her head lowered and gasping for breath, her sex leaking her juices which shimmer in her thighfur.

"Yield" I demand breathlessly, "You are no match for me, devil. I can not be tainted by the darkness that allowed you to claim the others"

"I yield" she relents immediately, her body heaving with her exertion. My own muscles scream with fatigue that only my adrenaline allows me to ignore. As she sits before me, defeated, I grin. She doesn't raise her head as I move to grab the noose that had been awaiting my neck. Such poetic justice, I think, to add her to her own collection. The hyena doesn't move as I begin to bind her arms, her body is tense, as though she were ready to attack, but the attack never comes. The ropes cinch tight against her wrists and it's then that the girl's body thrusts forward. I reach for her neck to pull her back but she makes no attempt to escape, her muzzle simply opens once more in a powerful moan that stops me in mid-motion. My cock aches, pre-cum oozing from the tip though it had no reason to. The smell grows stronger just then, I can feel it thicken; the smell grows almost palpable, reeking of flowers that hid something fetid beneath their scent. Above me I can hear the creaking of ropes as my victim's victims swung in the branches of the great tree.

I fit her with the noose, my cock just inches from her downturned nose and though I can smell her arousal, I make sure she can smell mine. I smear pre-cum along her cheek, marking her, a final humiliation as I prepare to send the vile creature back to the abyss from which it had crawled.

"Remember me as you die, beast" is all I say before begin to pull on the rope, mimic'ing her own movements as I begin to hoist her up right beside the dragon she'd put there herself. She remains silent at first, her muzzle working in silent snaps as if she were trying to bite the very air she couldn't breathe in. Her feet kick like the dragon's, and though she has no cock to speak of I can tell her body burns with the same lust that fills mine. Her cheeks are dark by the time I have her level with her earlier kill and as I tie off the rope to let her dance her last dance, I turn and look up with a smile on my face; what good I had done today! The world was free of this monster and I could return to my village triumphantly. As the hyena's body struggles in the loving embrace of her noose, I begin to stroke my throbbing cock eagerly. Neither a single inch of her twisting body, nor a single second of her slow death escapes my notice as I watch justice be done. When she cums it's hard to miss; her knees draw up into the air as her whole body bucks forward, spit spraying from her purple-tinted muzzle as a trickle of juices patter from her bare pussy to fall to the leaves below. I can't help myself any longer, I cum. The lust that had grown throughout my body steadily flooded from me as if I were a filled washtub and someone had just pulled the plug. White hot pleasure sears through my nerves as my cream sprays out over the ground before me. Yes, I've done it, I think to myself as the pleasure threatens to wash me away. The monster was dead and the tree would be next.

As my pleasure fades I find myself sitting in the leaves, staring up at the unmoving body of the hyena I had just ended. Her dark-skinned nipples are hard, visible through her fur even from down here and her stiff legs are bent backwards slightly as her unseeing eyes stare down at me from above her swollen, protruding tongue.

"A fitting end" is all I say as I stretch my arms, the pleasure of my orgasm still thrumming in my mind as I relax against the tree's bark. I realize something just then, however. There were far too many bodies here and some were far too large for the hyena to have defeated herself, there must be others helping her. The thought leaves me dumbstruck for a moment. "If I destroy the tree, they'll know not to return" I say quietly to myself; I can't let that happen. I'll stay here awhile, rest, and gather my strength. When they return I'll put them up into the tree to join their villainous friend before I destroy the tree itself. I relax, this would work. My trip home could wait awhile longer while I cleansed the world of this scum, couldn't it?

It's then that I hear approaching footsteps, the sound carrying on the wind as someone exits the treeline nearby. I stand and grab my spear and though I know not how, more nooses had appeared by the roots of the tree while I'd dozed. I must have overlooked them earlier.

As the footsteps draw closer I prepare myself for the fight to come, my nerves alight once more. Either I, or this fiend, would bed ended this day. I was right, I was just, the tree would not have me, I would have it.

Above me the branches sway with its strange burden of fruit and as I leap from my hiding spot to face the newcomer I can hear the smaller branches rub against each other, as if the tree itself were rubbing its hands eagerly for what would come next.