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I woke up cold in the middle of the night, blinking quickly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was back in my tent, lying in my bed as my mind reeled trying to understand what had happened during the night, hoping it had been just some form of nightmare, but the cold in my heart was hard to ignore.

I reached for Mary at my side, but she wasn’t at my side. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw the tent was open, cautiously I moved outside to see a blood red moon shining sickly in the sky. There’s the sound of cursed beasts moving amidst the darkness, the growls and howls of a dozen different creatures.

The smell of sex is powerful, overwhelming as my mind slowly come to the realization that all those cursed beasts are fucking, mating loudly. I reach for the dagger, wishing I had taken my sword before coming out of the tent, this creature had to be destroyed!

I turn around when I hear the sound of hooves close, I quickly turn around to face it with my dagger in hand. She is a tall creature, the voluptuous body of a fertility goddess, massive and engorged breasts, her skin is dark with green veins that almost glow, her hair cascades down her back like green vines, flowers blossoming amidst them. She has long, curving horns of dark wood growing out her forehead, her red eyes are like ember glowing in the night. Her legs are inhuman, ending in large cloven hooves.

What really catches my eye is her cock, hard and dripping already as she moved amidst the beasts and come into the camp, she paid no attention to me, instead it’s Mary that comes receive her. Mary that fall to her knees and take this demoness’ hard cock in her mouth.

I can only look as the demon takes Mary’s mouth, her tong licking eagerly at the precum dripping out of it, kissing the demoness’ balls with lustful devotion. The demoness roars her pleasure and Mary moans as her mouth is fucked.

“Mary!” I scream, incapable of just watching it anymore, I had to do something, anything to stop this madness.

“Go back to sleep, dear,” she commanded me.

“Mary, what are you doing?!” I demanded.

“The mother of the forest calls for me.”

She kissed me then, her mouth full of the strange green cum of the demoness, it flavor filled my mouth, numbed my brain, my heart thundering. It all fades around me, this warped reality dissolves into pure darkness even as the bestial mating sounds continue.

I awoke once again with the rising sun. Mary was sleeping soundly next to me, her naked body curled against mine as she always did. The events of the night replayed in my mind, could they have been some sort of nightmare? A number of creatures could create false dreams and visions…

“Breakfast is ready!” Charles screamed from outside, dragging me out of my thoughts.

“You coming, dear?” Mary asked, she was throwing on her white vest.

“Yes,” I answer still dazed. “I really need some coffee.”

I put on some clothes and walked out of the tent, happy for the shinning sun that brought a sense of normalcy and convinced those had been only nightmares.

“Finally, you guys are awake,” Charles greeted me. “I was worried when I woke up and realized you guys hadn’t woke me up to take vigil!”

I looked around the camp, everything was in the same place as we had left last night, the coffee pot was still near the fire, our weapons were resting on the ground as if we had dropped them.

“You heard something last night?” I asked.

“Nothing, slept like a stone,” Charles replied, cooking long stripes of pork meat and hard bread. “Where is Peter?”

“Isn’t he in his tent?” I asked. Mary walked out of the tent, she was wearing her leather trousers and a white cotton vest, her hard nipples poking under the fabric.

“Peter is missing,” I said, but she barely responded to the news, sitting near the fire and taking a piece of meat to nibble on.

“Maybe he went out for a walk,” she finally answered with shrug.

“A walk?” I choked on the words.

“Why not? Something weird happened last night?” Mary asked, almost challenging me to talk aloud about the nightmares, to make them real.

“We should go looking for him,” I said.

“You should go,” Mary took another piece of meat and bit down on it, was it just my impression or her teeth looked sharper? “Me and Charles will take care of the camp.”

I looked between the two of them.

“If nothing weird happened last night,” Mary explained calmly and smiling. “Then it’s best we keep this position if Christine decides to come back.”

“She is right, Peter probably went looking for Lena, he will be back for lunch,” Charles agreed.

“Fine, I’ll go look for Peter, the two of you hold the camp until I’m back,” I relented.

I went to collect my weapons, I wouldn’t want to walk this forest without my silver sword and a quiver full of silver bolts. Mary came to see me, hugging me from behind, pressing her breasts against my back.

“Stay safe, dear,” she kissed me over the lips and I could taste the flavor of the strange green cum on her lips once again, she held me tightly and whispered in my ear. “You remember the Mother of the Forest.”

My cock hardened at the memory, she felt it pressing against her thighs and with one hand she took me by the wrist and encouraged me to hump her thigh.

“You remember the blessing of the Mother,” she breathed and I couldn’t stop humping her leg, my cock throbbing with the pent-up arousal, we hadn’t had sex since before this contract and the last night had left me filled with contained lust.

My breathing was heavy, the lust driving my desire. With a hand she makes me sink to my knees, lowering her pants and revealing her naked pussy, dripping with semen, the powerful smell of her musk mixed with the semen of the demoness.

With one hand on the back of my head she pressed my head against her cum-dripping cunt. The taste was sweet and powerful, pouring into my mouth and down my throat as I licked and kissed her wet folds. She held me tightly by the hair and thrusted her hips forward, I took her engorged clitoris fucking my mouth.

“Nnnnyessss!” Mary cried loudly, bumping quite roughly against my face, thrusting against my mouth. Her hot juices poured into my mouth, seeming almost to gush, and Mary held my hair so tightly, almost as if she was trying to pull it out.

She rode my tongue to her satisfaction, slowing her grinding against my mouth until she comes into a sweet orgasm, the rolling pleasure coursing her body and flooding my mouth. She looked down at me with golden eyes, a smile on her full lips. She released her hold on my hair, let me fall to the ground.

“You can still be of use to the Mother, what do you think? Would you like to serve the Mother?”

“Yes, please,” I said, trembling at the thought. “Please?”

“Then I am going invite Christine to come here,” she says. “Do you think Charlie will enjoy that? You want see how it looks when she receives the blessing of the Mother of the Forest?”

“Y-yes,” I said, my precum-soaked cock twitching at the thought.

“Good boy,” she giggled, tussling my hair. “Go ahead, dear. Go look for Peter while I fuck Charles and make him ready to accept the Mother.”

I went in search of Peter, lost in a hazy of confusion and my own lust clouding my mind. Finding his steps was an easy task, the man had never been adept at moving silently through the forest and he made no attempt to mask his path. Still, it was hard to keep my focus on tracking when all I could think was of Mary and her words, she would be fucking with Charles when I was here in the middle of the forest looking for another person that didn’t wanted to be found.

I followed a trail of heavy steps, broken branches, and even cut vines away from our camp and deep into the heart of the forest. My own thoughts became hazed as I kept to the task, the hazy of lust dissipating, but even then, I couldn’t understand precisely what had happened. Trying to put it in rational thought or words would make it all sound absurd.

We were witch hunters, we shouldn’t have been vulnerable to the temptation and illusions like a common peasant, our souls were hardened and our minds trained.

My wife couldn’t have been talking about fucking with demons, right?

By noon I found the deer. The animal had been devoured by hexwolves during the night, this by itself was common, but the tracks showed that Peter had kneeled here. I pictured it in my mind, the hexwolf pack brought down the deer and devoured it while blood was still hot, and Peter… Peter was on his knees watching it all happen, it was a prayer, a consecration of old and bestial gods.

I looked closer at the animal, the marks of claws and fangs of the hexwolves were clear enough, any hunter could recognize those, but amidst them there was human teeth marks. I saw Lena devouring the flesh with her pack, a feral creature that was becoming less human.

I followed the tracks for a couple more hours, the distinct human footprints of Peter mixed in with the hexwolf pack pawprints, and the strange prints left behind by Lena, her human feet becoming more like paws along the way.

I took a sip of my wine, let it take the edge out of my worries. It had to all be some sort of hallucination, visions, and dreams inflicted upon us by this strange creature. There were potions to harden the mind, back in the camp I would have all the equipment I needed to brew it and then we could deal with whatever was causing these nightmares.

I found Peter a couple of hours later. He was undressed, lying in the forest sleeping heavily, but unharmed. He had lots of bite marks on his body, but most of those hadn’t even broken the skin. I studied those closely, they looked almost-human.

Putting away disturbing thoughts I took Peter in my arms and begun the long way back to camp.

I made it back to the camp as night was falling, the fire was roaring high and its warmth gave me some comfort after the coldness of the forest. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply to steady my nerves, I had to talk with Charles and Mary as fast as possible, have both of them drink their potions so we could have a clear head to what was coming.

But, first I had to care for Peter. I laid him down near the fire and poured the last of my healing potion down his throat.

“Adam,” Peter coughed awake. “She was right, we never had a chance.”

“Rest now,” I comfort him. “I’m taking all of us out of here. I have potions in my tent, this beast is just playing tricks with our mind.”

“It’s a demon!” Peter almost screamed, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. “You haven’t seen her yet, she is old and powerful.”

“No, that can’t be right,” I laugh it off trying to appear certain. “The killed cattle, what demon would have stepped so low? No, it must be just some trickster spirit using illusions and misdirection to appear more powerful.”

Peter laughed maniacally. “It was bait! It was bait and it brought us here! We were the prey all along, the demoness wanted us here!”

“You need to rest,” I tried to comfort him, but Peter was frantic. “Let me grab some potions in my tent and you will feel better.”

“Her depravity can’t be denied, Adam! She is coming for all of us!”

I left him rambling on and walked back in my tent; the place reeked of sex. Mary had done as she had said, something inside of me boiled with anger, but even then, I couldn’t deny my cock dripping precum as I touched the still warm sheets. Without letting it consume my thoughts, I searched my bag, finding two vials of the potion I needed, those would have to do for now.

“Back!” I heard the shout coming from outside the tent. I rushed outside with the potions and my sword in hands.

I found Charles brandishing his sword against a large gryphon, the biggest specimen I had ever seen, it’s hide marked by scars of past battles, one eye missing, and claws as large as swords. The beast stood on his hindlegs towering over Charles, his wings flared open in a display of fury and majesty.

“Humans never will win!” Christine laughed, stepping between the gryphon and Charles. Her still human face framed by pinfeathers, her eyes golden pinned Charles down. “You either run back to your crumbling civilization or you stay and witness our mating!”

“Christine!” Charles screamed angrily, he charged at the gryphon, but he is thrown aside by a swing of the beast’s claws.

“You can’t hurt my mate,” Christine laughs and caress the gryphon, pressing her body against the beast, kissing his strong neck. “The Mother will bless me! The age of humans is over!”

Charles still looks to his sword, the blade fractured by the gryphon’s strike and useless in his hands. He still looks determined to fight, looking around the camp for any weapon he could use. I held still, frozen in place as the same strange energies from last night seemed to ripple around me.

Charles dropped his sword and dashed to the center of the camp to grab a spear. Catherine paid little attention to him, turning her back and exposing her delicious ass thronged by the back of her panties. I couldn’t help staring at her creamy cheeks, her slender waist, and up at her back where the sides of her huge breasts were visible, she wasn’t entirely human anymore, there were feathers growing around her neck and down her spine. She felt untouchable in that moment, something I could never reach. She looked at me over her shoulder with disdain and then to the gryphon with love and care.

“You are welcome to stay if you want, Mary will be coming soon,” Catherine said and kissed the gryphon, her mouth taking in his beak, the big gryphon’s tongue invading her mouth eagerly.

With spear in hand, Charles charged at them.

“I should have tried running,” Catherine laughed.

Before he could even get close, a pair of hexwolves jumped him, making him drop the spear and pinning him down against the ground.

Lena walked in surrounded by hexwolves, her body more beast than human by now, covered in deep black fur, completely naked, freed of her human’s clothes. My eyes were attracted to her tantalizing form, admiring her bulky breasts, her plump and engorged pussy. She gazed down at Charles and then at me with very little concern before sitting on the ground amidst her hexwolves, just another member of the pack.

“Boys are terrible fighter,” she chuckled. “You lack the blessing of the Mother, lack the capacity to understand it, such a shame you will never become one with us.”

Chatherine walked the side of the gryphon, her hands caressing him gently, from the mane of feathers on his neck to the yellow fur of his back, going down until she reached his cock. Using both hands to hold his heavy balls and kissing them, pressing her nose against them and breathing in his powerful musk. I groaned as my cock hardened in my trousers, my eyes following her every move with depraved curiosity. She lowered herself, using her hands to massage the gryhpon’s sheath, helping his cock to come out, the large red, sharp cock already glistening in precum as her warm hands wrapped around it.

“No!” Charles screamed, but couldn’t do anything more.

Catherine laughed and gave the kiss a long, deep kiss, her tongue stroking its head. “There’s nothing you can do to stop it, dear. You can run away now and never look back or you can stay and be a witness to the ascension of the Mother of the Forest.”

Charles looked from me to Peter as if expecting some help, but I was frozen in place. Peter was on his knees, licking hexwolf cum out of Lena’s cunt. He stopped struggling against the hexwolves holding him down and kneeled, accepting his destiny.

“That’s better,” she said and let the gryphon sunk his hard, glistening red cock into her hot and tight pussy.

“OoooOOOooo!” she cried as the gryphon begun to thrust hard into her cunt. Her legs spreading to receive every inch of the gryphon’s cock, each trust smacking loudly against her ass, extracting long and wild moans of delight as the gryphon pinned her down. I could only glimpse her plump pink pussy, glistening with her juices, as she was stretched by the gryphon.

Charles and I were helpless, still trying to make sense of it all, but Peter was happily licking Lena’s pussy and drinking in the hexwolve’s cum. It was with great shame that I realized some part of me envied his position.

Christine was completely lost in her own pleasure as the gryphon groaned with every hard thrust, her hips jerking back to meet his. The two moved in rhythm, a hard and wicked fucking that had very little of human in it. It was a complete possession of her body, the gryphon pumping inside of her, igniting a hungry lust that no human could satisfy. It coursed and burned her body and soul, made her scream and howl like another beast.

Christine moved her body forward, letting the entirety of the gryphon’s cock slide out of her pussy, we could see it now fully erect and glistening with a mix of precum and her juices. With a hand she guided it against her parted cheeks, into her ass.

“Gods,” I murmur as I see the tip of the gryphon pressing against her tight asshole, so lubbed with her own juices that it penetrates her easily. The gryphon’s sharp cockhead pops past the ring of her muscles with ease, each thrust driving it deeper and deeper.

“You always wanted to try anal,” She laughs, her voice distorted by lust and cut by long moans as the gryphon kept thrusting, swinging her hips and looking back at Charles as her asshole swallowed up the gryphon’s throbbing cock.

There’s a look of defeat in Charle’s face, here was the beast taking easily something he could never had no matter how much he begged and implored. His hands clenched and his manhood strained in his pants, I knew the sensation, my own manhood shamefully hard and straining in my pants.

“Oh, Charles,” she giggled. “He is so big! You could never have pleasured me like that!”

I cannot deny the pleasure of watching as her hot hole massages up and down the gryphon cock and her plump ass drives it deeper with each slapping impact. She moved faster and faster, watching over her shoulder and moaning with pleasure.

“Give in,” she moans, arching her back. “Cum for me. Spill your worthless seed on the ground!”

“Ahhhhhh… yessss!” she howled, as the gryphon’s claw take her hips, pressed her hard to take every lasty inch of his cock inside her ass.

I bit my lips, without even realizing my fingers had closed around my cock, jerking me off as Christine’s stretched ass took the gryphon cock, her ass smacking loudly against the gryphon, their moans mixing into the night. I couldn’t stop me from going over the edge, all the pent-up lust spilling in the ground at once.

“OOOoooooo!” She howled. “He is cumming inside me! Cumming in my ass!”

Her orgasm is loud, the gryphon cock throbbing inside of her as the beast’s powerful cum floods her ass. She lets the beast have his way, let him cum inside of her for long minutes, their bodies tangled in the ground.

I whimpered helplessly, looking at my own soft cock, my pathetic seed spilled into the ground.

“Don’t worry, boy,” Lena laughed off as she got closer to me. “Mary is coming back soon, we better get the three of you ready for her.”