Part Five: The Beast's Promise

“What is that? A fortune teller, oh but she's from your home country Dorjan, we should greet her!" Trista had not known there was a festival coming into town before the time of the beast, but with the situation in the town becoming more lively with thoughts that the Beast was now just killing the foolish on the edge of town and had not gone for livestock, there was a strange sense of security. It was bizarre, there was a feeling that everything was going to get better and the festival, cutting it close to the beast's time, was welcomed and everyone was enjoying themselves, even Trista and Dorjan were out and about!

They'd watched one of the humorous plays about a lord who'd lost the gem that had told people he was the lord and it had meant he'd been bullied by servants until the end when the thieving magpie returned the gem and he was more humble for it. Dorjan had sat on the ground with Trista to watch it, the local children suddenly gathering around Trista to watch and even forcing themselves to sit in Dorjan's lap or hang over his shoulders. Trista had been so happy with so many children comfortable with her and Dorjan, even her husband had been very content to have so many wonderful kids cuddling up to him. They had shared a look with one another, one to say that they wanted to try for as many as they could. It had made Trista very happy and Dorjan had been enjoying his time with her until she'd spotted the fortune teller.

Seeing that the woman was from his country, Dorjan grit his teeth and turned his back, beckoning Trista not to go over there and ignore the woman. At first, Trista was concerned that he would be so rude about his homeland, but then she'd held his arm and kissed his shoulder, stroking him and soothing him before pushing him towards their friends who were enjoying the festival booze. He'd turned to look at her, ready to tell her off, but she'd stolen a kiss and then left, he'd had no choice but to step back over to the men and enjoy their company as Trista stepped over to the woman's little caravan and noticed she'd been watching Dorjan. When Trista had approached, she stood up and pulled the curtain to her room aside, beckoning Trista to step in and leaving the table where the tarot cards and crystal ball was waiting. It concerned Trista, but she stepped inside as the figure hunched around a collection of roots and then filled a bag, suddenly swinging it around their heads and filling the room with a strange smell that made Trista's nose itch, but she knew what it was.

“We hang those herbs up on doors to keep the Beast away, but we learnt it would knock them down… but that's because they ward off evil and the Beast is not really evil or demonic… its just primal." Trista stated, the words speaking from her heart the more she'd come to learn about her husband's affliction and realised that Dorjan did not even know he had this other side to him and that certainly, her husband was not a villain. The fortune-teller gave a chuckle of amusement, holding your hands together and giving a pleasant smile before settling herself in front of Trista and then giving a soft sigh.

“You are wise… but like many of us you have learnt this through bitter experience. Is he your husband?" The woman questioned and Trista could not help but say yes and then ask why he would be put off by the woman's presence here. The old crone gave a soft cackle, stroking at Trista's hands gently before then giving a soft sigh and looking towards a wolf pelt that was lounging over her bed. She seemed saddened as she looked at it, depressed perhaps, but then she gave a smile as she tapped her nose. “In my homeland there was once a terrible warlord that ran amok and pillaged and raped every woman in one town he simply had felt the need to 'hunt' in… he killed all the men that tried to fight him and that year, all the children born were his sons and the husbands cursed them for the animalistic manner of their sire. Somehow, the curse began to manifest, when the boys began to feel the same urges as their sire to claim a woman, they would transform into wild beasts that would slaughter if their lust was not quenched instead. Over the years, the curse remained only passed from father to son and many just had daughters, the curse killing the sons within the womb… but those that did survive would do their best to leave and avoid love and children… none of them truly aware of what happened to them, only that darkness follows them."

“So he was probably easy to identify back home and hated for it? My poor Dorjan… I can't imagine how horrible things have been for him and… at least now I understand why having children with him has barely been discussed." Trista sighed gently, lounging upon the floor and taking the tea that was offered as the older woman nodded her head in agreement. They went quiet to drink the tea as the information sank in and Trista pondered over everything that she wanted and was concerned that Dorjan had not told her anything. His hesitance and the way he'd always seemed guilty about it seemed to hit home and she sighed heavily in understanding before shaking her head. She then considered the situation with the Beast and what it had said to her. “I have talked to the Beast form, it listens to me… if I deal with that… lust."

“Then you are a very wise woman, many others that have seen the truth of their partners have been killed… clearly something within you told you to try and give the Beast what it wanted. It probably meant too that your husband's love for you is enough that his darker side could only feel lust rather than fury. He has not hurt you?" The woman questioned and Trista nodded her head, insisting he'd hurt her at first but it had only been the sexual aggression. But then she'd peeled up her clothes to show off the partial scar drown onto her belly and the old woman gave a snarl of fury before picking up a bowl, a few herbs and crushing things into a paster before smearing it over the mark as Trista gave a gasp of surprise. “That monster… whomever wrote this onto your belly was trying to make you infertile… so it was good that it was interrupted. But they have been saying that the Beast has been calmer of late… would this be due to your influence?"

“I hope so, he said if I keep him content then he will no harm others. He threatens terribly though, everything he knows will make me unhappy and when we were interrupted was the only time he killed in a while. But he's said this time that, if I go out to him in the woods then he'll ensure we have a child and… and I'm terrified about it." Trista stated gently and the old lady lowered her head in understanding before she turned about to pull out something from within her collection of materials. It was a rolled up tablecloth, old and a little dusty smelling as she unfurled it to reveal a dagger, a very nasty dagger and Trista stared at it in confusion. “What is this?"

“The night before the change, if you still do not wish to be involved in this situation with your husband, you must kill him. This dagger will allow you to slay him and force him to die in the shape of the Beast. Then everyone will know that the Beast is dead but perhaps assume it killed your husband before it died." The old woman stated with a wise nod of her head and an expression that was unwavering and seemed to scream that she knew what was best for the world. Trista stared at it, how could anyone ask her to kill her beloved Dorjan? Beast or not… as long as she kept him happy then no one was at risk and though it was embarrassing and upsetting, she could bear the problem, she could hold her own.

“No… I can't do that, no to the one I love. I'd rather he killed me." Trista stated, covering the dagger back up again but noticing the pleased expression upon the old woman's face. It seemed she approved of Trista's mindset and then she held her shoulder and told her that it would be a rough night and she would need to bring only a cloak to cover herself and arrive naked. If she was able to make this deal with the creature, then maybe the child they produced would be satisfied and the curse lifted. It made Trista curious about the source of the curse in the first place, whether it was even on the children of the tyrant or the women. “I will do this properly and I will have a child… at least I know of the Curse now and I will teach my children!"

“I hope it will be the case for you. If you wish for luck in conceiving, I will brew you a tea… but I have never known of a child born to the Beast… it could be interesting." The old woman bowed her head as Trista smiled in understanding before awaiting the tea. It was damn bitter and tasted like was made of nothing but weeds, but she drank it in thanks and was then given some protective herbs to aid her in sleeping calmly and to wear them around her neck to keep the Beast calm too. Trista had never expected to meet such a useful person, but when she stepped out of the wagon she spotted that Dorjan was actually chatting and laughing away with the men and she heaved a sigh of relief.

With the village feeling more relaxed and Trista finally seeing Dorjan taking his place amongst them, she was happy that there was a chance now for him to be more settled. In fact, knowing what the issue was, how to help him and of course how she would have to learn to protect herself, Bully and the rest of the community seemed clearer. It was a far heavier burden than she had expected, but she was more than willing to do whatever she could for the sake of the man she loved and the chance for the community she loved to be protected.

She stepped over to Dorjan's side with a smile, showing off a bag of calming herbs that was to help her sleep better to aid in good health, Dorjan had smiled. It was so nice to see his handsome smile so much more often and he picked up the bag to give it a soft sniff. He then gave a sigh of relief, smiling and then leaning forward to kiss her lips as Trista gave a chuckle of delight and then took his hand in hers. The pair then continued to go around the various events, the old woman watching after them and then looking to the tarot cards that had sat upon her table, somehow not willing to check them but just giving a soft sigh.

“I will prayer and hope for you both."

Trista was monitoring her cycles, normally just after the time of the Beast she would have her menstruation and she had learnt from talking with many women that it was commonly thought that trying before that time was the best time to try for a child. It made Trista even more aware of how likely the Beast was to keep to his agreement and try to have a child with her. It made her worry slightly that the creature would not be kind the following months and the heavier she got if pregnant. How would she react when she had the baby? Would it try to kill the child? Trista was anxious about it all, but she knew there was only one way to gauge an idea as she finished cleaning up the food the evening before the Beast's time and Dorjan was lounging comfortably within the sofa of the rebuilt and rearranged living room and kitchen.

“Dorjan… can I ask you a question that might seem a little personal, though I would appreciate a response." Trista was bolder about asking her husband questions. There was a certain calm between them now that permitted them both to be able to discuss with each other anything awkward, their happiness was blooming but Dorjan was always on edge regarding this time period. Trista was a little worried that Dorjan would not be willing to answer the question she had in mind, but he sat up with a soft yawn and patted the sofa, beckoning her over to ask. She finished up, wiped her hands, then stepped to his side but did not sit down as she stood in front of him and gave a slight grimace. “Its something I know that I never asked you about before but really I should have. I've told you everything about my live and well, this was something that was important to discuss… I want to know how your father treated you."

“I see…" Dorjan was startled, but he understood why she would ask him such a question and yet, it seemed awkward. He sat there, rubbing at the back of his head for a while, gritting his teeth and growling to himself as he tried to consider just how to explain it all to her. He wondered what that woman had told her about his homeland, almost everyone ended up being told all about the horrible warlord that had raped all the local women of his village and the story of a curse. To be fair, he wanted to tell Trista that he'd always been scared that the Beast had followed him to this place, but it was long before he moved in that the creature had emerged. “If I tell you… can I ask you first when it was you first heard of the Beast around here."

“Oh… well, to be fair it was a story from my youth about a cloaked being that came to our land and was strange, bringing with him the Devil in wolf skin. It slaughtered sheep and people regardless for decades. No one ever saw the cloaked figure again but they always said it was death coming to visit us, we'd survived without the influence of plague so it was deemed this was how we would be given our test by God. But then the beast was wounded badly by one of my ancestors in the legend, one of my female ancestors actually who was protecting her young daughter the creature had attacked… when she apparently skewered its genitals, it ran away and everyone assumed it would never come back again. But then there was whispers from other places that it was still around and then, before you came to us, it had started killing on the outlining villages… but when you came here, it seemed to be scared of town and with your hunting skills it makes sense." Trista stated, it was true about the Beast legend here, but now she had a more obvious idea of what had happened, probably the first child of the lustful lord running here to move away had turned and ravished the landscape, hoping to get that lust fed so castrating him had probably stopped the hormones bothering him! But she'd lied about the last part, she had been told that Dorjan had been in the neighbouring village when the Beast had first been attacking and for a running wolf with a wide forest, distance was nothing.

“I see…" Dorjan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief to think that he had not done something to start the story and make people assume that he, as the stranger, had been the cause of it. It was all because, as Trista had learnt, they did not even know they carried the curse! But then Dorjan gave a soft groan as he settled down again and considered his father and the figure's manners towards him. It was almost like trying to remember what a shadow looked like as he shook his head gently. “My father never spoke to me, he loved me as a baby I was told, but when I was able to talk and run around, he suddenly just seemed to step away from me. He seemed to hate me, I felt… because I grew so strong and powerful fast, but he was the one that made me hunt and kill early, he seemed intent I know how to kill properly. He's disappear at nights from time to time… but I recalled the first big hunt I had, I found myself being told to wait in the woods to catch a deer. But I remembered hearing the sound of a vicious wolf coming towards me in the early hours, I lifted my bow and I hit it firmly in head, killing it dead… I was too scared to go anywhere near it, but I remember that day, my uncle was found dead from a wolf ripping his throat out… that was the day my father told me I had to leave the household."

“I see… so instead of being proud he sent you away, I'm so sorry Dorjan… but I know that won't be the situation when we have children and… and I'm hoping that this time our attempts will go well and I'll produce a beautiful child that you will love as much as your father should have loved you!" Trista stated, lounging over him, swinging her arms around his shoulders as she lounged within his lap and he held her to him, chuckling to himself at her eagerness to soothe him as he bent down to kiss her. They pulled each other closer, kissing lovingly and affectionately before he then hooked her right up into his arms and carried her off to the bedroom. Trista was grinning in delight, she was excited by the thought that they were going to try together, though she was aware it would no doubt be the Beast that would sire their child.

When the night of the Beast came, its howling screams filled the region as it urged for Trista to come and find it. She'd watched Dorjan go out to the woods to stand watch and then she'd gone to Bully and told him all about the situation, glad to have encouraged Dorjan to wear the herb mix as a pendant on his neck. She was hopeful it might soothe the Beast into being less violent, but she was still scared as she wore nothing but a hooded cloak about her body and said goodbye to the mastiff. Bully whined and whimpered, but she made him guard the forest and hold back anyone from going near, which seemed to make him more accepting but still unhappy.

Trista made it into the deep woods without issue, all other creatures were scared stiff by the screams and she shivered in anticipation as she arrived to the hollow shrouded in mist and darkness where the Beast was howling. He was on all fours, looking towards her expectantly, frothing at the mouth but wagging his tail like a happy dog as Trista gulped and then peeled away her hood, revealing her pert naked body and then strolling down to the soft mossy ground. The Beast was drooling with more enthusiasm, his cockhead probing in and out of the sheath to show is arousal as he drank in the air and gave groans of excitement, his feet hardly able to stay still upon the ground.

Trista's breath was shuddering with anxiety as she stepped before him and the Beast looked up at her expectantly. She did not really know what he wanted, but she was aware of its desire to humiliate and wish for her to be obedient, so she turned about to grasp and tree stump, lounging over it and spreading her legs. She then stretched a hand back, spreading her lips below to show her wet snatch as the Beast hurried over. His long muzzle slid between her legs, making her breath catch in fear and anticipation before she was moaning and groaning as the tongue slurped and slapped in rolling motions. The monster drank in her scent, reading her readiness to breed before it then grinned and stepped back, cocking a leg and waiting for Trista to respond.

Her legs were quivering, her clitoris swollen to the point touching her thighs together was both arousing and would make her faint, she slowly lowered her knees onto the mossy ground and then shuffled over to the Beast. She walked like a dog, keeping her head low so she did not annoy the creature with its elongated muzzle now in some crocodilian grin as it drooled and foamed onto the ground. As she stood beneath its legs, the raised leg lay over her back and she obediently barged her face and nose against the sheath, waiting for the cock to slide out, throbbing and heavy so she could lap at it. Obediently she nuzzled against it, rubbing her cheeks to let his scent mark her before she tenderly bent her head and flicked her tongue around the edge of the sheath. As she licked not the sensitive tip but further down the shaft, it began to swell and pulse and she was shocked to feel the leg stand and watch the muscles and hips of the beat change.

Soon she knelt upward, still licking and nuzzling into a thick, furry groin as the shaft seemed to redden, the veins bulging as she even lowered her head to nuzzle into the Beast's balls. It gave groaning sounds of pleasure before a long-fingered paw landed on her head and gently pushed her back, urging her face to look up. Trista gave a gulp of anxiety, the Beast stood before her at Dorjan's height and with every muscle and bulge comparable to him, but a head more canine and wicked than ever before, the body covered completely in thick black fur and she could see the hug canine phallus replacing Dorjan's. This was the biggest she'd ever seen the creature's form and she looked up at it, realising that for her request the Beast had taken full control of the human body… to get her pregnant it needed to be as much in control of Dorjan as its own lusts. The Beast then grasped his cock, slapping her cheek with it as she lowered her head obediently, remaining on her knees as he grinned down at her before licking his lips.

“You and I are going to spend the night together…" The Beast growled in excitement, standing back and beckoning with a long, clawed finger for her to stand up and Trista did so with an anxious expression. He then pointed towards the tree stump, growling for her to lean over it and face away. She trembled as she did so, only to give a yelp as her legs were suddenly pulled right apart and she fell forward, over the stump with her backside right in the air as the Beast gave a cackle. Its huge cock then lay over her backside, rubbing down the middle towards her slit below, making her quiver to feel its burning heat but also its size. It was far bigger than it had ever been before and she could not help but grit her teeth as he brought the thick head to her snatch, rubbing it into the wet crevice till it glistened and he grinned. “This'll hurt…"

With that, he pressed his cock into the hole and then stabbed its hard, hot form right in as Trista's scream echoed around the woods. The scream was so blood-curdling that anyone in the village might have heard it, but with her gash split and bleeding to let the wolf meat in, the Beast buried in deep till she gagged and groaned feeling him press up against the drum within at the neck of her womb. She shivered, her body was aching and stinging, pulsing and throbbing around his thick form as his fat balls were seemingly bulging against her thighs. Drool dolloped down onto her naked back as she heard its evil cackle of delight before its paw-like hands lay on her shoulders and pushed her down over the stump as it began to thrust so slowly but so aggressively that Trista could not stop herself form vomiting onto the ground.

The pain was terrible but her body was tingling and getting wet all the same, the throbbing seeming to be more pleasurable and numb her pain away as the Beast seemed to make sure to explore every nook and cranny of her widened passage. When he seemed to find the point that made her give out a soft moan, he licked his lips noisily and then began to start hammering into her. She began to gag and choke, grunting and barking as her stomach and her breasts were dragged across the rough surface of the stump, splinters rubbing at her nipples and daring to pierce her as she was shaken about roughly along the trunk, gripping into the breaking bark for resistance as her insides felt pulled out with each of the wolf's thrusts. She groaned and gagged, her mind losing all sense against the pain, the pleasure and the sheer brutality as the Beast pounded into her like she was an old bitch in season!

The Beast drooled, his cock swelling and pulsing inside the melting pot, feeling her blood feed into its length and her sweet honey filling the air to make him water with satisfaction. She'd been the one to request this, she wanted a child and so he would give her one, whether she was really prepared for it all or not. As she groaned and seemed almost to faint as he continued to harry into her, the Beast grabbed one of her legs, pulling it away and up against his side to go in deeper as she gagged and cried out as a good spot was being rubbed so vigorously her body was trying to squeeze him out. The pleasure was too intense too suddenly, making her gag and then scream out wildly again as tars fell from her eyes, her pussy spewed with pleasure and her bladder leaked down onto the ground to make her sting even more as the wolf howled out in his wretched pleasure.

“Good girl…" It growled, but then it lifted her up off the stump, hooking its arms around her stomach and letting her weight slide her down his length, splitting her wider as she screamed out again in agony. The Beast's tongue slurped and rolled lovingly against her face, stuffing into her mouth as he jogged her up and down his length. She drooled madly against the thick tongue that rubbed against her gums and the roof of her mouth, making it all tingle as she gagged and choked as she was rocked up and down his swelling length. He nuzzled her and then seemed to kneel down onto the ground, forcing her onto his knees as his body weight lay upon her and his paws clasped her breasts.

Roughly he squeezed at her nipples, making her call out again in pain as he thrust in hard and deep, his knot starting to swell at last as she felt her hip being cracked open to fit something she almost thought must be bigger than a baby's head inside her! She screamed out, howling and yodelling like a mad wild dog and suddenly the wolf let out the most horrendous roar-like howl that seemed like a crack of thunder before the low groaning of the wild Beast. As he did so, his knot tied in place and Trista was sobbing and crying into the ground, firmly attached to the creature and yet wishing she could curl up into a ball until she retched a watery mess as something flooded her body.

A great torrent of the cursed seed surged down her passage, the fat head of the cock right to her cervix and pushing it down into the waiting womb. The cum gushed in, swarming around the lone egg that was rolling blissfully around the mother's comforting form before it was smothered. The womb was filled so suddenly and the torrents kept spewing in with each low howl of pleasure from the Beast that Trista felt a new kind of pain. She buried her head into the dirt, tears blurring her eyes as she looked to her belly and could see a strange bulge starting to swell out within her belly. It continued for the ten minutes the Beast was tied with her like a dog before he suddenly gave her a sharp bite around the wrist, pulling away as she cried out!

As the Beast pulled back, he was suddenly just a wolf with a long muzzle standing beside her panting, his cock visible and dribbling with cum, blood and her juice as she felt a horrible releasing sensation like her bladder was going again. She groaned out in a shocked pleasure to see her belly shrink as the Beast's seed sprayed out of her body. She then shivered as she looked to her bleeding arm, groaning and whimpering that she wanted to run away, but the Beast stepped back to her behind, sniffled and then reared up into this terrifying bipedal, true werewolf form, he rubbed his shaft against her back, giving a little squeeze to let a small trickle of odorous urine fall down her back in a warm trickle to her shoulders as she gasped in horror before it grinned in delight and brought its phallus back to her pussy.

“All night… then you will definitely have MY child."