Part Seven: Young Hunters

Eighteen years passed and the village grew healthy and fat with good seasons, good harvests and greater income as the seeming tamed manner of the beast was no longer threatening them all. It was a strange situation, but the village was finally happy and with it the children to have grown up knowing their parents feared a beast but that they were safe if they stayed out of the food, were more sure of themselves although perhaps a little less cautious than they maybe should be.

But with the eighteenth year coming around to Dorjan and Trista’s household, Trista found herself concerned that the troubling moon was occurring on the date of the birthday. She’d prepared the clothes traditional for her three children on this birthday and she had placed money in their new shoes as well as the traditional notices to her children regarding their individual apprenticeships, which were traditional too. She was hopeful that her children would be happy with it, they were all three so unique and more curiously, two of the three had not shown any sign of changing just yet. Trista would have to talk to the Beast at night to know the truth, but she’d informed them children in secret of the situation and they had met their father in his Beast form and he’d played with them and actually made sure they were accustomed to him… but that only one of the three had shifted thus far… the Beast was content about it but Trista concerned.

“Good morning Trista…” Dorjan woke up early on the morning of the birthday and was swift to look for where Trista was working away in the kitchen to prepare the traditional morning meal… a breakfast full of eggs! Dorjan’s nose twitched, the sweetened smell of the sweet eggy custard lured him out and his stomach gurgled in anticipation to share the meal. He stepped behind his wife as she greeted him, wrapping his arms around her body gently and nuzzling against her neck as she chuckled and then the pair shared a kiss. He nuzzled against her shoulder, nibbling and kissing at her neck a little as she gave a snort and smacked at him. “It’s a shame we only managed the three… but to think they’re about to step out into the world… are we too old to try for more?”

“Haha… you’ve enjoyed fatherhood greatly my dear, but sadly from this point on you can’t baby them as much. Though I suppose if you should hold an opinion on the man Iris might choose to be with… I might be able to allow you some kind of power…” Trista chuckled in amusement, making Dorjan snort in amusement as he squeezed her tightly. The pair had decided upon a flower name for their daughter, the most beautiful girl in the village with eyes that were such a curious brown they almost seemed to flash red against fire and hair as black as coal. Though the children were not truly identical in any way, Iris and her brother Hemlock were practically identical but for the strange violet colour within Hemlock’s eyes that made even Dorjan uncomfortable. “Ash is a sensible lad so we should have no need to worry about his choices… but Hemlock…”

“He is akin to my father in his manner… dark and sullen. Though, in truth, I guess he is no different to me, but Ash is more like you… positive and joyful. He will certainly do well within this village, but as to whom he may fall in love with… he’s got many candidates…” Dorjan grimaced, he and Hemlock did not get along well, they always seemed to be ready to battle with one another and though that was not unheard of, Dorjan could sense that there was something about himself that Hemlock feared above all, some secret even that kept him from truly saying what he really thought. But Ash certainly was a different matter as Dorjan snarled. “Ash would do well if he could get rid of that spoilt rat chasing him around… no offense to your friends Trista…”

“None taken… sadly she is Rona’s second and arguably more beautiful child, just a shame everyone has spoilt her rotten. Then again Ash is amongst her spoilers...” Trista chuckled, knowing full well that even nearly a year between their age had not stopped the ecstatic obsession young Therese held over Ash. It was not that Ash was exactly enamoured with her, unlike all the other boys that followed her, but certainly she did not let him have anyone else’s attention. Dorjan kissed her ear but the gentle groans from the rooms alerted them that the children were awake as he went to settle. “Good morning children, happy birthday and happy coming of age!”

“Morning mother, father... thank you.” The triplets all stated in delight as they stepped out together with eager eyes and expressions that screamed with hope. They were quick to go together and embrace their mother, all taller and her boys muscular but slim and her daughter just perfect. She chuckled as she cuddled them close and then kissed their cheeks. Iris then broke away to give her father a cuddle as he rubbed his thick beard against her scalp to make her grumble in irritation but delight. Ash then went to hug his father too, but Hemlock stayed close to his mother before Dorjan chuckled.

“You should all check your duties, eat, wash and dress before long or you’ll be late for the most important day this year.” He grunted in pleasure as they chuckled and stepped to the scrolls waiting for them. As they hurried to grab them, there was a slight hesitation from Hemlock, knowing his silken and rather aggressive manner at their schooling had made him be viewed as troublesome to other employers. He looked hesitantly to his mother as he grasped the scroll but she nodded her head eagerly as Ash took his and gave a grin of delight.

“Ah... I’m to assist in the day guard... excellent, I’m hopeful uncle Matthias will teach me well.” Ash beamed, already a favourite to Matthias, this was a great opportunity for Ash and a relief to Dorjan. To him it was obvious that this would ensure his children were always to be accepted as part of the village and never looked at like him as an outsider. But then Iris opened hers with a smile and grinned smugly.

“I’m to work with the healers on medicinal bindings for wounds. Isn’t that amazing?” Iris grinned in delight as the scroll was shown off and everyone clapped their hands in delight. They were very pleased she had been awarded something so useful and that would make her very important to the whole village. As Dorjan clapped his hands in delight, Hemlock looked even more uncomfortable at the thought of whatever he might have happening to him and whether it was even worth it.

“I... am to work with the town butcher.” Hemlock stated glumly, though Dorjan nodded and Trista looked very happy for it. Hemlock was not sure if it was a good idea though, whenever he held a blade, he could only think of killing a certain monster that interrupted everything about his being. But he swallowed the thought back and then stepped over to hug his mother, knowing well that Trista must have been asking around for something.

“You’re going to be fine and you’ll find that it’s not as unpleasant as it seemed. Your grandfather was one and would have been very happy to hear it. Plus it means if you wanted to be a hunter, you could deal with meat for selling too... it might even help your father.” Trista beamed in delight and Hemlock was thankful as he nodded his head in acceptance, only to look to his father nervously. Dorjan could see his son was looking both for comfort and some kind of reassurance and of course, that’s what he would give as he gave a nod of his head.

“It will be good to work with my boy.” Dorjan chuckled as he stood up and stepped to Hemlock’s side, grabbing him and pulling him close with a grin of delight as his long haired and gloomy son was pushed to his father’s shoulder with affection. But just like that he hurried them all to eat, wash and dress before they were all ready to start work. Trista walked them all to town as Dorjan carried his furs to the master furrier to sell and she waved them all off with a kiss before going to the market to fetch the food for dinner.

When evening came, everyone returned home and Hemlock went straight to wash as Ash mused on the scent of leather armour and Iris of linen. Trista was pleased they were all feeling so good and after a big meal she settled them down to sleep, waiting for the great black wolf to emerge. The Beast was not the first out though, instead Hemlock stepped out with two wrapped pieces of meat, his first cuts made that had been badly shaped but a good gift as he stood beside his mother and waited.

As always it was the Beast that stepped out of the bedroom with a low groan of boredom before he looked to Trista and his son. He grinned toothily and Hemlock eagerly opened one slab and offered it. He beamed as he told his father of his day and the Beast ate happily before then nuzzling against his son. Hemlock and the Beast got along so much better, it was easier than with Dorjan and the Beast always grinned at Hemlock’s sweet and nervous smile when being adored. As a child the Beast would lead him out with Hemlock holding his tail for security and for him the Beast’s protective instincts ran high.

Not long after, Ash stroked out as a big brown wolf that was more a wolf than a monster. Hemlock gave him the other piece of meat, but the Beast curled his lip to make sure Ash knew his place. Only when his father allowed it, did Ash take the meat. But with both the wolves out, Trista insisted she’d escort them both out and Hemlock insisted he would keep his sister safe. He watched them leave, forlorn and wishing he were able to change and escape into the woods.

Trista walked both into the woods, deep down to where there was a well worn animal path and she sat on a stump and waited. Currently, the lust had not taken hold of Ash yet, but his father would keep teaching him to hunt to curb it, though Trista was fearful of what might happen to Ash if she had not learnt with the Beast. She sat in silence as the two shadows sniffed then lolloped off to discover whatever prey dared to come anywhere into range. She was feeling a little of the lust herself, hoping that soon enough she and the Beast might enjoy each other as much as she and Dorjan did.

After an hour, there was the squeal of a rabbit and Ash galloped out of the bracken with it dead in his jaws and a gleeful expression. He hurried to drop it into his mother’s paws, bending into a play bow and giving a whine of excitement for having produced such a prize to show off. Trista could not help but laugh at the pup as she went to take it and instead, he began to tug and pull at it desperately with growls of delight. Trista tugged and when it got loose, she cast it into the bracken and he launched back in for it, this time he would likely eat it as the game was over and his father emerged and padded to her side.

“He’s still a puppy at heart, as long as he never tastes human blood or flesh, he’ll remain a wolf with a dog’s attitude and not a monster. It’s good too that the children know and can protect each other, should the worse happen.” The Beast stated gruffly before yawning and lounging beneath the stump. Trista slipped down to his side and stroked his muzzle as he gave a sly grin. She was glad he was thinking about the future for their kids, but she did worry for him as he seemed more eager to accept the idea he might die soon and she stroked his belly.

“We’ve done very well, but let’s not worry tonight... what he’s distracted...” Trista whispered softly, gently grasping the bottom of her dress and sliding it up. She revealed she was wearing no underwear and of course the Beast was aroused. He stood up as she lay back and spread her legs for him. Without care, the Beast squatted about her, moving his hips a little to draw out his cock before he stabbed it into her. She stifled her moan and held the Beast’s great legs with a some of bliss to feel that hard, burning cock deep inside.

Very quickly, the Beast rushed himself in and out as she struggled to keep silent, feeling a red hot sensation almost like a year as he moved inside her. The wet noise filled their ears and the scent too, a scent the Beast used to calm his blood lust. He pumped into her as fast as he could, shaking her body beneath him and feeling a crimson trickle slide down his length. He began to pant and drool heavily like any eager canine, stuffing himself in a d out as precum spattered her insides. Trista lay back rolling her eyes, trying not to moan in ecstasy... she’d come to love the brutality of the Beast over the years and she looked at him with loving eyes as the feast jaw opened over her mouth and their tongues rolled against one another.

Back at home, Iris had woken up with a desperate urge that had been troubling her since she was fourteen. At that time Ash had turned the first time and she’d learnt from the Beast that women never seemed to turn. But since then she’d been affected by lust and found her fingers could not satisfy her like playing with items she should not. But when the parents would leave with Ash and anxious Hemlock was left alone, she had found a better way to curb her lust.

Iris strolled into her brother’s room, finding him fast asleep and content, but it would not be for long. Sometimes she wondered why the fool dared to even argue with her about it. Surely in a house filled with secrets it was easy to keep just one more and anyway, it’s not as if she let herself risk a pregnancy. But she had to admit, binding him up and listening to him sob pathetically was a big turn on and today she felt a pregnancy scare might be a little fun if she played it right.

Iris was not attracted to Hemlock to be fair, if she could have caught Ash instead, she’d be much happier but now she was old enough, marriage offers would come and she had someone she needed to trap. He was the son of the local baron, an ugly youth to be sure but incredibly wealthy and power was very attractive to Iris. In fact, she was aware the baron knew it too so he would not just let any common maiden marry her son... not without a reason. If she could get him to sleep with her tomorrow when they had their walk together, then she would need to get pregnant by whoever to have a hope of snapping him up.

If she birthed a child to Hemlock, they would look so alike no one would dare question the heritage and Hemlock would never say for he’d be killed for it. In fact, it was perfect and she knew Hemlock had no use for his seed... no use for his manhood at all because she knew him better than anyone else and knew he liked men. Indeed, it was as she stepped in and carefully bound his hands that she could hear her assumptions being confirmed again as Hemlock muttered in his sleep.

“Matthias... please... just hold me.”

“How scandalous little brother... I knew you always wanted a man, but to be held by our own uncle. I suppose he has always been gentle and kind to you, always understanding why you are so fierce but sweet too. Amazing... what else would he do but hold you? I guess though, as you have no idea how to use what was granted you, maybe you don’t even know.” Iris chuckled in amusement as she slipped onto the bed again and gently peeled the cloth away to reveal the sleeping clothes her brother had dressed in. She had to stifle a laugh, Hemlock had been expecting her to attack and was not only wearing underwear but he’d put a pair of trousers over himself, trying to dissuade her from touching him and yet, with the passion of his dream, it was obvious he was getting himself wet and ready for her. “So easy…”

Gently, Iris peeled the clothes downwards, moving with the slight rubbing motions of her brother’s legs, letting them tug the trousers down before she looked to him carefully. He seemed so lost in his dream that touching the edge of the underwear made his hips thrust upwards as Iris almost cackled over it. She gently peeled the fabric back down under his swollen and long cock, always pleased that this brother was well-endowed and easy to control. Once she had him free and he was moaning in pleasure, she straddled him and brought her fingers to her pussy, rubbing its already wet form with glee.

She had been getting so excited at the thought of taking control of her brother like this again that she was dripping! It was rare she got the chance to do this, but it was always enjoyable and had been since she’d started. She’d started by drugging Hemlock of course, he had no memories of the earliest days she’d been doing this to him, but he would remember some things and mainly a shadow attacking him, making him nervous and edgy. It was only when he became immune to the herbs that she’d had to restrain him like this, but seeing him cry and beg not to do it, always turned her on even more. Iris adored it as she then held his form carefully, stroked it upward slightly, then lowered herself onto it.

The sudden insertion, feeling something grasp around him, feeling the weight upon his body and then suddenly feeling the restraint in his hands, made Hemlock’s eyes snap open. He opened his mouth, ready to scream at her but Iris snatched her hand around his mouth, squeezing tightly so he grimaced in pain and she licked her lips, wishing to see the tears in his eyes. However, Hemlock had learnt that his pain was what she wanted to see and he wished he could go soft and is body did not just act all the time from touch. Iris growled to think her brother was not reacting to her, the sound incredibly canine and scaring Hemlock even more, but his sister continued to ride him with pleasure upon her face and he grimaced and groaned beneath, trying to go dead.

The wet squelching filled the room, Iris began to play with her nipples as she rode him with ease and a satisfied moan. She licked her lips time and time again, pushing her hips down and forcing him in deeper, urging her body to squeeze around him as he grimaced. She began to ask if he wished that he was in her place… Hemlock ignored her, unwilling to listen to that, and then she mentioned if she were riding Matthias instead of him… Hemlock’s face went red and then she pressed her hands onto his belly, painfully squeezing him, pushing against his ribs as she slapped herself down, harder and harder as his rod slid in and out with ease as she moaned Matthias’ name into his face, embarrassing him and yet still keeping him hard before the inevitable.

It was little more than a wet burst, she had her orgasm moments after with a wicked cackle… the greatest glee coming from forcing it out of her brother. With a sigh she pulled herself up off him, gently scooping a little of the mess from her pussy and then wiping it on her brother’s face. He gave a violent retching motion before she released him with a chuckle and walked off to bed. Hemlock pulled his knees up and shuddered… suddenly aware that as she had been riding him, Iris had grown a wolf’s tail….