Part Two: No Injury Save Hers

“This is why I said I should not have stayed in the house all night Trista… clearly that beast got in when we were in the deepest part of sleep and our poor dog was the only thing to keep it from devouring us. I heard from the village, ours was the only house attacked, so everyone was extremely lucky this night.” Dorjan was grumbling away as he picked up the broken pieces of wood from the floor and chucked them onto a pile outside the house he’d use for firewood. The ridiculous dog was whimpering and panting protectively in front of the bedroom where Trista remained, refusing to leave the bed out of the fear. Dorjan knew the whole situation must have startled her greatly, but he was concerned that there was something off about her that morning and after having intimate moments that night, he worried it had only made her more worried.

Dorjan stepped over to the bread he’d been given in town, oddly everyone had been really eager to give them things, eager to make sure that they were safe and could not stop asking about Trista. They all loved her greatly and they all liked to make sure that she was definitely safe and unharmed as much as they all wished that she and Dorjan would have some news about children eventually. Their kindness and the fact that the local surgeon had even agreed to follow Dorjan back to check over Trista had been very touching to him, as the place he’d come from had always been soaked in misery and suspicion, everyone never getting too close in case the evils of the world would just make the emotional connection mute. Dorjan had never understood it, but when he’d met Trista he’d been granted such affection and adoration and love he could hardly think how to respond to it or indeed how to repay her for breaking the isolation he had grown so accustomed too. But when the surgeon had stepped in as Dorjan had been preparing to make her some food, Trista had suddenly pulled the bed sheets up around her and given a pitiful expression that had Dorjan looking anxious.

“Trista… its alright to be shocked, the surgeon just wants to see if you’ve go any injuries, there is a strong smell of blood in the air and I’ve got a few splinters we had to yank you, what’s to say you did not get showered by them or…” Dorjan had begun, but the surgeon had only needed to have a few flicks of the eye with Trista to give a grimace and then calmly close the door in Dorjan’s face. Immediately though panic gripped him and Dorjan popped the door open ready to go ballistic at the surgeon until the fellow gave a firm coughing sound and then closed the door again, insisting privacy was needed. At this, Dorjan slumped onto the floor and kicked his boots against the doorway, Bully hanging about near the piles of broken wood and whimpering pitifully. Dorjan beckoned the dog over for a cuddle, which it gave grudgingly, only to press his head to the door and hear the soft gasp from the surgeon and Trista weeping softly… then Dorjan’s heart sank as Dorjan recalled what had happened beforehand. “Blast me… why doesn’t she ever tell me when I hurt her…”

Trista had never thought to have a surgeon ever come into the room to look at her, she’d been hiding under the quilts and just expected that she would get a little bed rest for the shock rather than being checked over. But Dorjan had been afraid that maybe the beast had indeed bitten one of them or left a mark, though no one in the community knew if it was a curse that could be spread or if it were just a demon that dwelled in the forest. When Trista had gulped anxiously and then carefully beckoned the surgeon for utter privacy and sensitivity, she had lifted the skirt of the dress she had managed to pull upon herself and though wincing for any bending motion, she’d only needed to flash her blood-soaked knickers to get a response. The surgeon had asked quickly if it was the time of the Female Curse, but Trista had shaken her head and then the surgeon had questioned what they had done and then been grimacing as Trista had mentioned it was a little ‘rougher’ than normal. The surgeon did not want to ask anything more, but he’d sat down beside Trista had held her hand, told her to stay in the washroom until it all ‘came away’. Trista had no understanding of what the surgeon had meant until he tried to explain that ‘these things happened’ but Trista was very confused still until the surgeon had grimaced.

“Well… uh… it looks like the shock of the incident last night is the cause… perhaps even part of the demonic power of this being and why indeed no one else was killed because… because its presence and dark vibes killed something that was not even ready for the world yet.” The surgeon had muttered nervously before patting at Trista’s belly gently and then watched her pulling the sheets up about herself. Now she felt very confused and very concerned, especially because she was quite sure that this surgeon was indicating that the blood was not from sexual injury, as she suspected and had expected and yet, to be told that by the person in town who was likely to know such things. It was confusing, it was worrying, she had barely even lain with her husband, but Trista knew very well that the surgeon of course would not know such a thing. She lowered her head, perhaps it was safer to say it was the shock of the situation and the curse of the Beast, rather than to let her husband think something he had done caused it. But then, as she nodded her head anxiously and pulled the sheets around her, she strolled towards the bathing closet and the surgeon beckoned to speak to her husband for a while as Trista began to clear herself up.

Was this really a miscarriage? She’d never felt anything there to begin with… none of the fluttering sensations her friends had mentioned. But maybe… maybe it was safer than saying that the beast had done this damage to her… maybe she just had to wait for it all to stop bleeding and for people to think that something was killed by the Beast last night rather than fear someone had died that they did not know of our someone might have helped the creature. The people of the village could be very superstitious, they had always grown up with stories of the creatures in the woodland and when Dorjan had arrived they had been suspicious of him, but the beast had not turned up until after Dorjan had been accepted as the hunter, not until the night after the harvest festival when an accident with the traditional fire had caused a fire in the forest that Dorjan and the other men had tried very hard to put out, but it had burnt down an ancient and beautiful tree that had always been a place where the children had been safe. It was after that the Beast had appeared, in fact that morning Trista and Dorjan had first locked eyes and she’d treated the burns on his body, given him food and just thanked him for being so brave. It had been the start of their relationship but the start of the beast too and Trista groaned as she thought about it… that tree had been a place said to make the savage bear become gentle and kind, the wild animals become tame and it always provided a place to hide and cry and feel safe… maybe it had been Dorjan’s safety during his curse too….

The surgeon spoke with Dorjan in hushed tones for a while, but it was clear from the way the mood in the house became so awfully uncomfortable that Trista knew that Dorjan was listening and believing it. She’d known the moment he’d woken up in the bed with her, found the covers over them and her wide-eyed and trembling in terror with a pale face that something had happened and he had no memory of it. Even as she filled the tub and grimaced as she listened to the mumbles of the surgeon’s voice, she could hear just the steady grunt of understanding from her husband and suddenly all she could do was feel wretched. What if she had been carrying a baby? Or what if Dorjan knew that was not the case and instead recognised her injuries as him being too rough with her… she could not tell him the truth but she knew he was upset and when the tub was filled, she sank into it and just shuddered and sniffled in horror and sorrow… what had happened last night? That monster was not her husband and yet… yet it was!

Trista could hardly leave the tub, thinking all the time she was there about what had happened and how painful it had been but then curiously, how exciting too. She thought too about how no one have been killed, she’d exhausted the fury enough that the Beast had not attacked anyone else but he’d stayed with her all night. But worse still, she pondered how it was indeed her husband who was this monster and just how that was even possible. It was so difficult to even think that the silent gentle guardian that had stolen her heart because he had never thought anyone would be so eager to treat his wounds and then actually pester him with talk could be so dangerous. She thought about how people had warned her about marrying him and how he was still at heart unknown and a stranger to the entire community. Perhaps the entire community had been able to see whatever dark fury resided within that had awakened this monster, or perhaps Trist really was blind with her love for him, but she could not believe that the Beast and Dorjan was indeed the same thing.

Perhaps it had only taken on his form to seem less threatening? No… that was foolish and wishful thinking because it had clearly turned into her husband, lain beside her on the bed and woken up in the morning with no memories at all of what had happened. She thought about when Dorjan went out each time to find the Beast and hunt it, how it had long started to raid his traps with such precision and accuracy that Dorjan had assumed it tracking his movements in the forest and using him for easy prey. But then when the first attack had occurred, it had been upon a man that had picked a fight with Dorjan drunk, broken Dorjan’s wrist so that Trista had needed to come to Dorjan’s cottage every day to feed and heal him because he could not work… how Dorjan had hated that man and that drink. She thought about everyone else to have been killed, rivals in Dorjan’s trade, people to have made comments about him, people to have mocked her or indeed to have flirted with her or upset her. She recalled how her childhood friend had been so against her marrying Dorjan he’d shaken her in the town square and threatened to put her head in the fountain to wash the spell of the stranger out of her head… he’d hated Dorjan for being the one that had made Trista happy where he had always been unsure how to speak his interest. When he had died… it had been the most disgusting of the killings yet and his head had been found bobbing in the fountain that had filled with blood.

Trista felt sick, Dorjan and the Beast were one but clearly Dorjan did not know this and yet everything attacked was someone that had hurt or injured Dorjan in some way. That the Beast was some manifestation perhaps of all the rage and fury bottled up inside, of all the darkest aspects of man’s nature including his primitive sexual drive. Perhaps that was why he was not as keen to lie with her as she had heard other men being… perhaps that was why he was so cautious and fearful of hurting her, treating her like a delicate snowflake within his hands. But Trista shook her head, there was no way that the monster she had encountered could have anything to do with Dorjan’s darker side, he was not that kind of thing… this was obviously some kind of curse!

It was the smell of a hearty meal that drew Trista from the bath and brought her out of her malaise as she thought over whatever this situation was. Her poor husband, he clearly knew nothing and now he would feel himself to blame for something she could not quite believe was the truth of the matter. But Trista gently pulled herself out of the mucky water, brushing her body down with a warm old rag and then wiping gently where she feared to see more blood and thankfully there was none. She felt sore and a bit stiff in the hip and touching the area with the rag made her recall that tongue with sudden violent shudder that was both pleasure and delight. She grimaced as she then looked at her body, she was bruised around the thighs still and she knew if he saw that, he would think he’d been too rough on her. With a sigh, Trista pulled some underwear on and then swung a dress over himself before strolling out and into the room.

“I’m sorry I was in there so long…” Trista whispered, tentatively as she peered into the main room where some spare logs had been brought in and worked into a clean new service. He had tidied up and made sure everything was looking content and calm for her when she came out and Bully was whimpering in a corner looking rather sorry for himself. Trista stepped over with an anxious expression as suddenly her husband turned from the stove to look at her, the house and him were seemingly dark and stern. He looked as if he was furious, as if there was anger building within that needed to be released by being smashed into something and it petrified Trista that maybe he was upset with her. She was not normally so anxious of her husband and yet she knew very well he would never hurt her and instead Dorjan stepped to her side and gently put his hand to her shoulder. She stared up at him wordlessly, fearful he was about to be angry with her or say something about how foolish he had been to love her last night and yet… all he did was hook his arms about her tenderly. He pulled her into his embrace, kissing her cheek gently and even rocking her as Trista heaved a gasp of relief and slumped into his body.

She stroked at his back, she groaned softly in relief as she felt every muscle and every line, feeling the dark coils of his hair and his burning hot skin against her hands. He was the husband she knew, he was this gorgeous bold man, this stern warrior that loved her greatly and not some heartless ruthless beast that wanted blood! Fear still gripped her though as his big arms held her, until he steered her gently towards the unbroken seat in the room and then brought food to her. He lay it gently in front of her with a gentle sigh, sitting himself down beside her and hooking his arm about her body, nuzzling at her lovingly. Trista turned to look at him with a pitiful expression but also some joy as he bent forward, his soft lips suddenly against hers as she sighed lovingly against him and then he stroked her cheek and let her settle to eat.

A month passed, everyone in the town said nothing of what had already been spread by the surgeon’s wife but they knew better than to pity Trista. In their eyes, Trista had paid for their lives with the life of something none of them knew and she would have more children, indeed they were all thankful of her sacrifice and pitying her would be disrespectful. Trista was grateful that no one said anything, in fact the town seemed more sympathetic towards Dorjan and he had suddenly found himself around more men who wanted to be friends and talk with him. Dorjan would normally have walked away from their attention, but his guilt and concerns on what had happened meant he was eager for someone to talk to and he was much more relaxed for having them to talk to. Trista was grateful to see he was more relaxed and though Dorjan was more eager to kiss her gently, he was not willing to do anything more and Trista was cautious that her husband might not touch her again.

The time of the Beast was dawning again and this time, Trista was not going to keep her husband in the house, but just hope that nothing bad was going to happen to the other people around. She had gone to town to see her friend who was due to birth soon, indeed she was very happy to be around her and to talk with her about everything that was happening as the time came closer and it eased Trista’s heart. Better yet, her friend wished her to be the godmother and Rona was very eager for Trista to come to town more regularly and that she needed her to be on hand for the baby. Trista was pleased to hear it and very eager, knowing that sometimes Dorjan preferred her to be staying with another household when the time of the Beast came. But when her time with her friend ended. Rona and her husband went to walk Trista home, Rona eager for the exercise and unwilling to let go of Trista’s arm because she still felt very sorry for her.

“You have to make sure that Dorjan will late you stay with us for the first month my baby’s born… I don’t have a mother so having my best friend on hand to help me is important. You have to promise me that you will get his approval no matter what!” Rona stated firmly and Trista nodded her head in amusement, glad that Rona was so eager to have her around and just as eager to be near a baby. She’d spent all day stroking Rona’s belly and talking to the baby, which made her very happy, especially as she was sad that she had no such situation. But as they walked up towards the house on the edge of the woodlands, Rona’s husband Matthias spotted something strange going on ahead and gave a soft growl of irritation as he looked to something strange shuffling by the line of washing that Trista had left out.

“Trista… is that someone stealing your clothes! Oh Trista, it’s a thief!” Matthias growled in fury as he suddenly left both the women to rush after what he saw running from the washing line. It was little more than a balding, bent-double figure that made a moan of fear and concern, galloping away from them as Matthias tried to catch up to him. Trista and Rona remained perfectly still, trembling in anxiety until Matthias stopped chasing the fellow and left him within the woods before marching back to them both. By this time Rona had beckoned Trista to get her clothes down and to bring them down into the household. Trista was doing so, feeling utterly petrified and anxious as Matthias came back and patted her shoulder. “Rona… we’ll stay with Trista until her husband is back, I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone being left alone with a thief about!”

“But not too late my darling… we have to hurry back to the household and prepare because it is that dangerous time.” Rona stated firmly as they stepped inside with Trista and she found herself trembling in anxiety as she thought about what they meant and that creature. It caused a funny sensation within to make her face pale and she was almost terrified! Rona was of course hinting that the Beast would be about and also perhaps that Trista was marked by it after what happened last time. Indeed, with her own baby on the way, Rona would rather not be in the household that had taken another according to the minds of others and well, Trista was giving a groan of understanding as Rona blushed in realisation of her words and her frantic actions. “Oh dear… Trista… I didn’t mean…”

“Its understandable my dear friend, anyone might feel the same considering your carrying… but I take no offense. I hope instead my Dorjan will return soon enough and leave you… but allow me to show some hospitality and bring you tea.” Trista beamed softly, not quite sure she could keep the smile considering she felt so suddenly and terribly ashamed with herself on the situation. She was quite sure that alongside the sympathy of the village, they were all whispering behind her back that she was cursed. She would rather they looked at her though and not dear Dorjan, so she would bear it so that no one said a foul word about him. As she brought the tea out and dear Matthias thanked her and was as gracious towards her as he always was and Trista was even more grateful of his friendship. They had known each other since birth, her mother had helped wet-nurse him when his mother was terribly ill and well, the bond had always remained.

Time passed with the house seemingly filled with disquiet before Dorjan emerged and from the shed at the back, strolling into the back door and looking rather shocked to have guests. Both Rona and Matthias were slightly cautious of him, but they were pleased he was present and Matthias explained the situation as he growled and then hollered for Bully to emerge from wherever he was hiding. The dog then padded into the back of the household with a large selection of bones in his jaw from what looked to have been the village dump and Dorjan sneered. Seemed the thief had placated the dog and though Trista was worried that Bully was going to get himself kicked up the backside again, the big mastiff strolled to Trista’s side and lounged with his head in her lap with a soft whimper of reassurance.

When Rona and Matthias said their goodbyes, Dorjan then settled back to scrubbing himself clear of the muck from skinning animals and Trista decided she wanted to annoy him as he did so. Whilst he let cold water dribble through the thick coils of black hair upon his head, letting the grease and the oils from his work trickle down to the floor, Trista opened the little door into the room and settled herself down. She stepped right behind him, he seemed too locked in the situation and then Trista grasped the nearest bucket of cold water and just when he seemed the most relaxed, she tossed it over his head. He launched upward with a yelp of shock and he spun about swiftly with a growl as Trista growled back, only to grin and then lunge to grasp at her. Trista pulled the door open and bolted out, with a giggle as Dorjan then charged after her to quickly slip about with a growl and then Trista threw a towel over his head. He gave a grunt and then Trista rubbed at his body as if he were a dog.

“There you go… good boy… let’s get you dry…” She grinned in delight, sniggering as she pulled the cloth down past his head and he was sneering at her softly. Trista was quick to kiss his nose and pull the tangles of dark hair away from his face as she teased he looked like a wild man with his hair wet. Dorjan snorted in response, hooking his arms out to snatch her, only to have them rubbed by the towel before he managed to press her against the nearest chair, drop on one knee and then press his lips to hers. She sighed lovingly as she stroked his cheeks and they kissed again and again… somehow it just felt so much like their bodies were telling them to join together, to be together again but Dorjan held her hands down. He kissed her lips and then straightened to go and get dressed before he would begin his vigilance and Trista held him tightly for a second. “Be careful tonight… don’t leave the house, I’m not afraid of the Beast but I am afraid for you.”

“I will be fine… I love you.”

That night the mists seemed to cling from the edge of the forest and yet Trista was covered up in the mountain of furs and comfortable. But just as the moon shone out over the world, she sat bolt upright at the sudden sound of something and she was sure it was saying her name. Her heart trembled as her breath caught and then she heard Bully stepping over to the front door and snarling viciously. She was glad the big mastiff felt the house was safe, but she hoped that it was only that wanderer up by the door, until she heard it again. Trista almost wept, she could hear the Beast growling her name, calling out for her and she trembled in terror. Was she really going to go out and see that creature standing by the door? Why had it come back to her? Then she reminded herself, this was Dorjan and she should be able to step over to the door and maybe barter with the creature.

Steadily, she pulled herself out of the bed, hearing her voice being called although Bully was still snarling away in fury at the creature being there by the door. Indeed, she grasped a skin about her body and steadily stepped out of the bedroom to the main room before she could see the great claws clacking at the very bottom of the door. It was only really shadow she could see, but it was enough as she heard him growl her name and she heard it heavy breathing. Gently, Trista settled Bully to sit and she knelt in front of the door and whispered anxiously through the door, ears biting at the corner of her eyes.

“Why aren’t you out slaughtering animals in the woods like the hunter you are?” She could not understand why Dorjan held this curse, he was a hunter so surely his day job would solve this hunger and he knew all the traps and all the places to go. How long had this been going on? Dorjan certainly did not know he was the Beast and yet it knew everything about him. Why had it also come here tonight? “Why are you calling for me and not just ripping the place to shreds if you want me so badly?”

The Beast paused, it did not answer but she heard it lean back onto its hind legs and placing his big paws up onto the door. He then seemed to pat the door gently, knocking on it to beckon to come inside almost politely. Trista stepped away from the door and pulled the large wardrobe out in front of it before suddenly she sensed a big paw sit on the latch. Bully was growling and snarling, barking as the lock began to jiggle as Trista heaved the wardrobe over and just about managed to block the doorway. But when the door handle seemed to turn and she heard the door click to say it was unlocked, suddenly she gave a gasp and grabbed the handle. She snatched the latched jiggling and wrestling against the Beast as it tried to twist the rest of the way and get the door open, but Trista held it tight, she was not letting it in again, whether it was Dorjan or not she could sense it wanted blood and there was no reason for her to trust it whatsoever! But then the door relaxed and the Beast seemed to pad off, just as Trista let go and flopped against the wardrobe, weeping softly and shuddering as Bully began to bark in fury all the same.

The window exploded in a shattering crash and the Beast was inside again, this time Bully was straight out the window yowling and howling in horror, outside the night was nearly over. Glass coated the floor and cut Trista’s arms as she screamed in horror as the Beast turned about to face her and his jaws suddenly snatched upon her aiming for her throat as Trista screamed. But the animal grasped her clothing, ripping it apart and revealing her flesh to him as she screamed in horror and then suddenly its mouth was wide and caught over her mouth. She froze, thinking perhaps he was trying to silence her before his tongue slid into her mouth as Trista gagged for the taste of blood and rot within its jaw as she whimpered and sobbed before it brought its head back, snuffing at her and seeming to say her name on its breathy exhale, the hideous phallus between its misshapen legs probing out to make Trista shudder in fear. She knew what it wanted as its mad yellowed eyes locked upon her firmly.

“If… if I let you stay… you won’t kill anyone, will you?” It gave a soft growling sound before stating ‘no’ and it made Trista tremble in terror as the creature’s long tongue slid out and a paw gently strained forward to try and pull her legs aside. But carefully, Trista pulled her legs tightly together and she stretched a hand back, grasping the cupboard and hoisting herself upward from it, her bare body rippling with Goosebumps in the cold as she trembled and moved further and further back from the creature as it turned about and followed after her. Trista was not sure what to do, it drooled as it sniffed towards her, but she was not sure what to do at all or how to react. She knew it wanted her, it probably wanted what it had been before and she had to think of it as just Dorjan’s most primitive instincts and yet… this thing was a killer!

Instinct led her back to the bedroom, hoping that it would just sit somewhere and stare at her but not do anything else. The moment she hopped onto the bed and pulled the covers, the Beast was sitting right in front of her like an obedient dog and its nose pressed straight to her bosom. As she froze in fear the Beast stretched up on its hind legs a little, placing its fore-paws about Trista’s sides as it lapped lovingly at her neck and chin as she quaked in terror. It gave a low groan as if it was pleased to taste her and she began to quake and tremble. Dorjan always liked to kiss her neck and she trusted him, she did not trust this creature and Trista tried to leap into the covers for some kind of protection but suddenly its horrible teeth were sitting precariously beside her neck and she froze again in terror. Its nose then traced down to the centre of her chest, lapping softly at the edge of her bosom before dropping its head lower, rolling its disgusting smelling tongue upon her belly as she continued to shake, tears dribbling down her eyes as she automatically spread her legs, knowing what it wanted.

That sharp nose slipped to her groin, taking in such deep and hideously intense breaths she could feel her flesh being tugged with each inhale and bathed in steam with each exhale. Its nose barged at the neat coils of hair upon her body, its lips curling and her legs clenched automatically when she felt the edge of its tooth near her. But for moving, it shot its head right up at her, teeth on display and its expression so vicious it was warning that it would kill her if she moved. Then it dropped its head back down and it pushed its wet nose to the top of her form, pressing it inward until it met the bead of her clit and Trista had to slap her hand across her mouth and grip the mattress so she did not scream of move. The creature sniffed in deeply, giving a strange groaning sound as its tail lifted before its nose rubbed slightly at her, making her breath catch as the bead swelled with the friction. Then the mouth opened, wide enough it was practically hooking her groin into its jaw as she tilted back a little, the sharp teeth pinching about her cheeks and her mons as the great tongue rolled about in the open mouth with a hideous slathering sound, writhing like a tentacle within that hideous maw as it then pushed forward with long strands of drool and wedged its way between the vulva.

Trista gave a sharp sound of upset, terrified and trying not to shiver as much as she desperately tried not to cry as the tongue slid up and down, slurping in her taste as he recognised her scent. Trista was startled the motion was gentle, but it rolled about her clitoris and then to the edge of her vagina, the creature’s ears going back as he growled in utter pleasure. But Trista was trembling at the sensation that was not painful but incredibly pleasurable and well, she started to give a soft sound of that joy that was tickling her insides, making her body burn softly in yearning as she found her hips rolling back and her hands stretching back upon the mattress as she gave a whimper of upset. Suddenly the Beast pulled its head away, its lips suddenly stroking and teasing around her nipples before with its nose and tongue before it then lick at her mouth as Trista stared at him anxiously.

“You want to mate me again, don’t you?” She questioned in fear as the monster straightened up and its large cock was visible straining out against his sheath and towards her. Trista was scared, she knew it would be painful and it had been very awful, but at the same time she had felt things so wild and exciting that Dorjan had never done with her before. It made her want to cry because part of her wanted him to do this… but at the same time she was very scared of it and softly she whimpered as the Beast’s tongue caressed her chin. “Don’t be so unkind… but… but… but would this give me and Dorjan a child?”

The Beast pulled its head back to look at her cautiously for a moment, tilting its head to the side and gave a few soft growls of frustration before opening his mouth and sort of trying to say something and yet it could not. It seemed unable to say such a thing and then it dropped its nose to her stomach, snuffing at her deeply and then flicking his tail back and forth in fascination before it looked up at her and opened its mouth, turning its head with a hideous click to an unnatural crooked angle and smothered the side of her face. Its tongue then pushed through into her mouth, rolling and slipping against her lips as she gave a soft retch and almost wanted to throw up as it pulled its tongue away and then lifted its head to eye her up again. When she began to quake and shudder, her skin pallid and her overall expression utterly disgusted and sickly, the Beast strained itself over her body and its phallus slid out to press near her belly.

Its mouth opened again, this time it sat one of her bosoms within its entire jaw, making her freeze in fear it might bite it off before that tongue was breathing and rolling over the nipple to make her shudder in pleasure as it then hooked its paws around her waist. Instinctively, Trista swung her arms out and around the creature, burying her face into its fluffy fur and holding onto the creature tightly as it pushed itself up against her in this seeming awkward position sitting on the bed. The beast continued to roll its tongue lovingly against her nipple as his thick phallus pushed down to stroke at the lips of her feminine place as if it was trying to be rather more gentle to her and Trista sobbed and wept into the creature’s fur as it forced it’s huge length into her, deeply and then began the ruthless pumping in and out of her body.

It growled and groaned, panting and wheezing heavily against her body, its tail straining up so far it seemed to fall into the fur and start to disappear. The fur upon its strong back legs began to change, it was getting balder as he hooked about her and pumped back and forth into her body. Trista was groaning and sobbing, her body stretched so wide she thought her hips were cracking with each slapping sound of their bodies connecting, believing too that her form was so ripped apart again that her husband would be concerned and probably would not touch her again. She wept into the Beast’s fur as it seemed to shrink down on the animal’s body and the more human aspects were starting to show themselves as Trista sobbed.

Her body was feeling strange though, it was tingling and she could feel a pressure in the base of her spine that was building up for an ecstatic orgasm and though she wanted to protest that she did not want this, she did as well. She wished that it was Dorjan upon her without this bestial form, that it was him trying to make love to her and not just forcing itself upon her like property. It made tears fall from her eyes because she knew she could not deny her husband’s wishes even if this creature was not really her husband at all. Trista could feel her tears falling into the Beast’s shoulders as she gripped it even tighter as it stopped lapping her bosom to lay its head over her shoulder and wheeze with pleasure into her ears. She could feel that hideously thick and painful length sliding in and out and in and out so fast that there barely seemed a moment that it was pulling away from her long enough for Trista’s flesh to come to terms with this ruining. But then, the creature gave a groan and to Trista’s own shock, it suddenly stopped and pulled itself from her body and turned about on the bed, its phallus hanging down from its leg and coated in blood as it snarled and growled towards the bedroom.

Trista’s eyes widened in shock, there was a man in the room, she could not move but there was a being within the room holding onto a knife and Trista did not know what to do. What if it was going to hurt the Beast and thereby hurt her beloved Dorjan? She wanted to weep and scream for him, but the Beast gave a sudden barking sound, the man dropped the knife in fear and then there was the sound of Bully barking and snarling outside the house. Trista pulled herself up, watching the Beast charge at the human, chasing it out to the broken window. It even had a moment that it could have caught the being and killed him, yet Trista watched in fascination as it held back the desire to bite and permitted the human to leave and Bully to chase after the human instead. Trista then watched out to the Beast, staring in fear as it turned about to her and then leapt onto the bed, nudging her legs apart.

She widened her legs, tears still falling down her cheeks as she expected it to hurt her again, but instead the Beast just lapped the blood and mess away from her body. It gave a few groans and whimpers, lapping her clean as if it were apologising for an interruption to their relationship. Then it lifted its head up to her, nuzzling her and lapping her cheek before nudging her towards the cleaning room. It was strange, it was tender, and she stared at it in confusion before the Beast then trotted off towards the broken window and with that it hopped out, chased Bully back in and then it was gone. It was all over with only the broken glass, the knife on the floor and that was it….

But she knew it would never be over….