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Part Four: Taming the Beast

Trista was trembling, she’d woken up from a very bad dream and sat up within the furs upon the bed with wide eyes and a shuddering jaw. She was remembering the pain upon her belly, the scar to grace her flesh and then the Beast with a wailing human baby hanging out of his jaw! The thought terrified her, especially as Ronja had birthed a beautiful daughter and everyone was praising it. Tomorrow would be the night of the Beast and Trista would be going to stay with Matthias and Ronja again, especially as Dorjan had begged them to hold onto Trista to keep her safe at this time. Matthias had accepted, though Ronja had sulked a bit, but they were eager to help Trista and Ronja was convinced that it meant an extra hand for the baby and that maybe being around a baby would help Trista out. But the thought terrified her as she sat in the bed until the huge black-haired arms of Dorjan swung around her to pull her to him.

“Trista? Are you alright?” He breathed heavily onto her shoulders and she froze for a moment, having trouble discerning her beloved from the monster she knew he could now become. But when his soft lips pressed to her shoulder tenderly, she leant back into his chest and he pulled the warms furs and blankets about them, pulling her into his lap. He rocked her gently, shushing her as she shivered and mumbled about the stolen baby, he was not quite sure what she meant but babies were still very much upon her mind and Dorjan was getting frustrated as he thought it over and then decided to take the initiative as he sighed. “Trista… shall I distract you with my body? Should I make you feel good?”

“What? Oh… Dorjan, you always make me feel so happy… don’t worry, it was just a bad dream and… and I was feeling that pain on my stomach. Is it bleeding?” Trista questioned him gently, quite missing the suggestion her husband was making and irking a blush to his face. He almost chortled into her back, ever endeared by her gentile words and thoughts, but calmly he stretched his hand upon her belly and felt the sensations of the scar, only to growl in frustration. They had asked a visiting hag what the mark meant, even if the village elders had warned it could reveal something terrible, the old hag had just sneered in disgust. Apparently, it had not been completed otherwise, finished, it would mean Trista could never carry a baby. Thinking about it, Dorjan kissed her ear and the nuzzled into her lovingly.

“Trista… is it inappropriate to ask right now if you… if you want to try for a baby… right now?” Dorjan groaned softly and oddly it made Trista’s skin crawl in immediate anxiety as she considered it all. She’d figured out a pattern, Dorjan seemed to sense when she was close to a ‘good time’ to try and it would always time with the Beast’s arrival. As soon as he began to feel this interested, Trista knew what was to come soon and she shuddered as she considered how it would be with the Beast this time as, once more, she would be housed with Ronja and the baby for the time in case someone else attacked the cottage. Ronja was still unhappy about the situation, but Matthias was firm that they had to take care of their friend. Trista twisted in the bed to lounge against his big hairy chest as she stared up at him as he took in a huge, deep breath as he stared down at her. “Is it… too soon?”

“No… we can try.” Trista whispered softly, only to find him asking if would lie on her front so he did not hurt her stomach with his weight. It was the strangest request she’d ever had from him, but she rolled onto her front, only to feel his big warm hands slide under her breasts and massage at them. She gave a soft sound of pleasure as he leant over her and kissed at her neck and shoulders tenderly as she gave a soft chuckle before they heard a groan. Bully stood up from the floor and slumped out into the room, ignoring the pair of them as Dorjan and Trista both giggled before he then lay on his side. The big man then shuffled to line his face with Trista’s groins, stroking her plump hips as she shuddered in pleasure before he gave a soft groan to her.

“I want you to feel good… don’t be afraid… kneel onto my face.” Dorjan growled and it made Trista’s whole body tremble in anxiety and fear as she considered what the Beast did and what Dorjan might be wanting. He began to ponder just how much the two beings were connected to each other and how much the separation between was starting the blur the more she thought about it. But Trista knew her husband would not hurt as long as he remained calm and gently, she spread her knees and gently straddled his neck, sitting upwards to perch on his face before she began to groan in utter pleasure. She could feel his soft lips kissing at her tenderest place, his beard tickling and prickling it with pleasure and pain before his tongue stroked softly at her lips and she leant forward quivering.

His big strong arms wrapped about her waist, angling her towards his mouth, his tongue straining out and sliding up and down the soft lips. He groaned in pleasure, loving her scent and taste, licking through the slit to graze the wetter, pinker flesh within as Trista gave a sharp sound of shock. But she was soon moaning and sighing in pleasure, her hips quivering at the thought that this was not the monster touching her. It was not a rough long tongue covered in slime nor a jaw threatening to bite her as instead he relished the warmth and the softness, feeling her melt above him as she sighed and moaned before she lay her head to his groin. Her soft moans made his body jolt with excitement too as she found herself almost grinding against his tongue, blushing and fawning in pleasure before she noticed something herself.

Trista sighed lovingly when she noticed her husband’s growing arousal, clearly he did love her and yet she still considered whether this was the Beast trying to get through. That monster was larger though, painful, but this was what she knew belonged to her real mate and she stretched her hands out to it. He gave a sharp sound of pain before sighing and then lapping at her more eagerly as Trista cupped his balls in one hand and held the hefty shaft in the other. Her fingers palpated the balls within her hand, gently rolling them and rubbing them before kissing the head of his swelling shaft as he groaned lovingly and suddenly he was kissing into her form, his tongue probing in and stirring her up inside as she steered his length to her mouth.

Her mouth was damp and hot, ready to lavish him with affection as he moaned and growled in pleasure at her affections and then did the same to her. His tongue probing into the hot chasm and touching every point that pinch and quivered. She moaned lovingly as he let his thick cock rub at the roof of her mouth, gasping and groaning over him and then sucking firmly on him as she felt him pulsing within her mouth. She drooled down him, sighing lovingly and happily as he continued to lick at her before Trista sat up, looking at his almost painfully swollen cock and then pulling away. Dorjan gave a groan to be separated from her love before she swung about on him and then sat herself down onto his shaft as he gave a sharp gasp and drew his knees up in response.

Her body was wet, slippery, but beckoning as she lowered her chunky form down his length and her body pulled him right in before she sat there, quivering and shaking for a moment as he groaned. Her body pinched and seemed to drink him in firmly, making him swell and groan more before he brought his big hands back to her hips and beckoned her to start rocking for him. He did not know if he should move and hurt her, but Trista nodded her head and steadily she began to lift herself up and down his length, groaning and grunting with strained breath as she tried to get a rhythm going. One moment it hit her hard and she had to stop as her body pinched and pulsed before she relaxed again and rocked, but Dorjan moaned in pleasure as he watched her hefty bosom jog on her chest and her beautiful hair slip forward as she gave soft moans.

Trista felt really good, surprisingly good as she shifted up and down upon his body, groaning and sighing as she rocked back and forth. It was not just the fact she was hitting every good spot and could see her husband staring at her desperately, but he ad control. She stretched her hands to his belly, stroking over the taut muscles, pushing and massaging at them to work in the rocking as he stiffened his muscles and seemed to be drawn up deeper into her for each sensation. He wanted to hold her hips and crash his form into her, but he seemed to be lounging back, sighing and looking so exquisite and handsome with his long dark hair spread around the pillow behind him that just seemed to make him look more erotic to her.

Suddenly Trista lifted right up, bending back, her chest pushed forward and her arms suddenly on his knees as she focused on just rolling her stomach muscles, pulling him in and out without having to do too much of this exhausting rocking and Dorjan gave a low moan of pleasure. His hands stroked up her hips, stroking the soft and pleasant skin as she worked hard to bring that thick cock to the point it was so hard she could feel him about to burst. He was seemingly placid, as if taking control seemed to ease any anxieties he had and Trista gave out an erotic cry as she came to her orgasm, her body glazing his shaft in love before tightening, rippling around him as he groaned and she pulled in a little more till her gave out a sharp cry and then seemed to sink back into the bed and Trista sat more calmly but was panting heavily.

“Trista… you’re so beautiful… so wonderful… I don’t know why someone ever hurt you… but I hope I can give you what you want… I love you.” Dorjan sighed, sounding sweeter and cuter than ever before and Trista’s eyes were suddenly shining. His big hand came towards her face, beckoning for a kiss and gently she lay forward onto him, kissing him passionately as his arms locked around her body just as his legs. She was shocked to feel him harden again and then feel the power of his hips driving into her as she moaned and panted into his desperate kisses as he held her to him. He nuzzled into her face, nipped at her neck, groaned in pleasure in her ear as she sighed and moaned in utter ecstasy as he drew her to another erotic end before he hurried into her for one more moment, shocking her with his ability and eagerness to go again.

“I love you too Dorjan… maybe we’ll have a baby this time.” Trista sighed within his arms, feeling him hold her tightly to his thumping heart within his chest. They stroked, kissed and cuddled more before he seemed to slip back into snoring and Trista chuckled as she closed her eyes, ready to go back to sleep until she heard the low growl deep within Dorjan’s throat. It sounded too much like the Beast and so Trista kissed at his chest, soothing him as she snuggled close and then pondered. The growl had sounded strange, almost as if it had been a satisfied sort of smirking sound… had she soothed the Beast in this moment too?

“You’re glowing Ronja, I guess the thought of you being safe with us has really helped both of you relax. The village has been feeling oddly better these days too, less anxiety about death because the Beast seems… almost to be easing off.” Matthias was walking Trista to is house with a wash bag she’d prepared for the next three days, Trista was excited to be around their baby and oddly, the village had shifted their thoughts about her recently and it was probably because her ‘curse’ had not affected Ronja’s baby and in fact, Ronja’s baby was so healthy and beautiful and the other women were showing signs of pregnancy that people were looking at her in a different thought. Maybe she was cursed, but her suffering seemed to soothe the troubles of the village… maybe she was some kind of charm against the Beast’s fury these days?

“I can’t wait to hold her, she has the whole village singing her praises. You look so happy too, I knew you’d be a perfect father.” Trista stated as they walked calmly on and she was silently mulling over his thoughts on the Beast. She was well aware it knew where Ronja lived and would get in the house again. It would be clever too and make sure no one else noticed just so it could not be interrupted. She hated to think of herself as it’s prey but in truth there was no better description for how it treated her and how it obsessed over her. She could not complain when the village was spared bloodshed from her offering but her mind was still not able to cope with this creature doing such things. It was something she would have to change her thoughts on however, she was thinking about the baby in her future now.

“It won’t be long you know Trista, you and Dorjan will be greeting your first baby next year I know it!” He was brimming with excitement and confidence she wished she could share so utterly. But as she looked to her old friend, he suddenly gripped her hand tightly and dropped his voice not only to reassure her but let her know he wanted to talk secretively. “Is... Is something going on between you both, only you always seem so distressed at this time and he seems almost to be... more aware of you?”

“What do you mean by that?” She snapped but kept her words low as she glared at her old friend. He looked oddly uncomfortable but not with her words but rather within his justification as he grit his teeth and groaned. Trista's eyes widened in surprise as Matthias revealed how at this time, if Dorjan goes drinking with the others as she knew he did at least once per month, he would always muse on how much he found himself wanting to be with her physically. Trista stated at him and then gave a soft chuckle of amusement, shaking her head at him. “What man doesn’t suggest as much when he’s been enjoying liquor in the company of others. It’s probably the only thing that makes you all look at him like he’s one of you.”

“Yes and no and...” Matthias was uncomfortable suddenly, his expression going grey and he almost looked sickened as she continued to stare at him. She was quite aware that men were exceptionally vocal with one another when it came to things like their sexual conquests or desires, seeking similar ideas from others to judge whether they were right to think it or not. But Matthias looked very uncomfortable and Trista rolled her eyes and paused, tugging his sleeve to explain as he gulped heavily. “He just... speaks graphically about things any other man might but with regards to you might be... not right...”

“Such as?” Trista queried with a bored expression and the request seemed to make Matthias tearful. It would have worried her if it were a discussion about another’s husband but, when Dorjan could seem so distant sometimes that any knowledge on his desires was like gold being offered. “I won’t be worried unless it’s something serious.”

“Well, it’s more me I suppose... it’s something that any other man might ask and accept and surely I’ve asked it of Ronja but... but you’re do gentle and sweet, the thought of him asking you to place your mouth to such a place seems... seems criminal.” Matthias grunted but Trista had to laugh, she’d just proven that much already but maybe if she initiated it with such... it actually sounded exciting. But she smiled and hugged her old friend before patting his chest and steering him onward.

“Actually, it’s useful, anything else?” Trista chuckled and Matthias looked really startled and she almost wanted to laugh it off. They carried on in silence back to his home where they were greeted by a screaming baby and a tired and strained Ronja. Immediately Trista grasped the damp cloth and helped her wipe as the baby wriggled in frustration before she was cleaned up and Ronja was able to put her in new underwear and swaddle the annoyed baby.

The rest of the day went by with Trista chuckling away with the baby wrapped in her arms as Ronja managed to get a moment to cook and ensure her house was the way she wanted it. Matthias went out to go and collect up wood for the fire that night and then returned just before dinner. He spent his time before sitting with Trista and chuckling at how naturally she held the baby and together on the shared seat, Ronja glowered to see that Trista and Matthias looked as such. It frustrated her to think that anyone else could look so comfortable with her husband and her baby than her and it infuriated Ronja though she did not say anything.

Trista did not notice, passing the baby girl into her father’s arms as Matthias chuckled and proved how much of a good father he was. He began to coo and tickle at his daughter as she shrieked and wriggled in his grip but was quick to settle and get comfortable as food was served and Ronja then insisted she needed to feed her baby. They all settled to a good meal and then Trista cleaned up for them as they prepared to get ready for bed and when the darkness came, Ronja and her baby went to bed and then Matthias stuck around to help Trista prepare her bed. She was smiling as he did so, glad of his eternal friendship until their hands grasped for the same pillow and Matthias held her hand firmly, almost unwilling to let her get free before he held her in a gentle hug with a sigh of frustration.

“I didn’t mean to offend you earlier… but I’m still very scared of Dorjan.” He stated firmly, but Trista gave a gentle nod of understanding and was thankful for the cuddle and to know that he still felt they were close enough to hug. He let her go and then went to bed as soon as he checked all the doors were closed and everything was secure. There seemed a greater darkness around them than ever before as Trista settled herself down before snuggling into the bed made for her and the pile of blankets before she gave a sigh and was able to fall asleep.

However, sleep never lasted long when she felt the burning sensation in her stomach and knew very well that the beast was on its way. Dorjan had changed and Trista shuddered as she heard the sound of the low growls outside the building and she wanted to vomit. In fact, she actually wanted to pull the blanket over her head and hide away forever, but it was rather clear that there was no way the beast would just leave and she could hear his breath against the windows though she closed her eyes tightly unwilling to see. But, when Trista heard the soft sounds of the baby in the room, her eyes widened in horror as she heard the voice of the monster whispering out to her.

You know I’ll smash through these windows and kill it… she lords it over you… that baby only makes you miserable and jealous, it shouldn’t live if it upsets you so much and he needs to know his luck has run out!

It made Trista shudder in anxiety at the words that ran through his head, she pulled herself up and instead she grit her teeth with a soft grunt. What was it Matthias had said before? He’d said that Dorjan seemed the one to initiate all the situations and when they had that moment together yesterday, he’d loved it even more! Yes, she knew she would save the baby by doing something the monster could never truly expect as she stepped to the window and then opened it slightly as the large canine muzzle was pushing towards her wrist in an attempt to pull his way into the room. But Trista bent forward and whispered towards him as the creature snarled at her dangerously.

“Shush… if you are quiet, we can enjoy ourselves.” Trista whispered as she pulled the window out wide and the beast pulled back and looked at her sharply before nodding his head. She beckoned him to jump into the household and then she closed the window and watched him jog towards the main bedroom where the baby was as if he was trying to prove he meant his threat. Clearly he did not believe her properly, but Trista knew he might do something like that and so she whispered for him to look at her as she stood by her makeshift bed and when the beast turned its hideously long canine head around, she pulled up her nightdress to then grasp her underwear and slip it down. The canine paused, turning around to look at her as she then brought her fingers to the soft patch of hair, stroking and rubbing whilst then spreading the lips with her fingers. “Please… it feels so hot here…”

The beast tilted its head to the side in total confusion, snarling and then looking towards the door at first as if he were preparing for some kind of trap. But when Trista then gently lay on her bed and pulled her nightdress up further, she grasped her uncovered breast and began to play with her nipple and rub at herself with soft whispers of Dorjan’s name. The smell of her growing excitement made the beast drool heavily, his ears straining forward and he looked very much like an excited dog as he hurried over to where she was lying and quickly snuffled at her groin and then he stepped over her to lap at Trista’s lips. Trista shuddered and then lifted her hand up from her groin to grasp his groin, the beast froze or a moment, only to suddenly shudder as Trista began to gently rub the sheath and encourage the beast to have an erection.

“You like that? You like me touching myself? Shall I put you inside me?” Trista questioned curiously and the beast gave a growl and drooled onto Trista’s chest before lapping at her nipple hungrily. She continued to rub his sheath, letting a slippery and wet cock start to slip out and rub against her hand. She then hooked her hand around his length, gently pumping his cock to make it swell up as the Beast continued to lap at her nipple continuously before he snarled over her and then brought his muzzle to her face. He stuck his tongue deep into her mouth, she let her tongue role against it, trying to avoid the gagging sensation for the smell of the creature and the hideous slimy sensation of the tongue. She pinched her lips around it, suckling on his tongue slightly as the Beast seemed to groan and drop himself down slightly, bending his back almost like his back was made of no bone! His groin wiggled in her grip, hot precum spitting onto her belly as she continued to suck on its tongue and then held the cock tightly and steered it downward.

She carefully stretched her legs as wide as she could, gripping and guiding the beast to her moist form as she felt their heat mingling. She released his tongue, desperate to breathe and taste air rather than the stake decay of his breath. The creature squatted more, it’s hips looking more human though that canine and long cock still glistened in her hand. He lapped at her mouth, eager to kiss her more as his shoulders also seemed more human before it snarled. It lay itself over her more and just as she thought it might do something human and join with her, it pulled free of her grip and growled.

Spread yourself again... she could not say no of course, how could she argue with this hideous creature anyway? But she brought her hands to get sticky snatch and pulled the lips back as the beast grinned in a foul manner at her. Then Trista almost screamed but bit down as she felt warm water and smelt urine... the bastard creature was just urinating onto her before he licked her mouth. Always mine... play with it... show me how much my scent means, or else.

The strong, unholy stench of the urine made her want to be sick, she had never, never heard of any man or animal urinating on their partner. She shivered in anxiety, it had only been a little squirt but what if it got on the fabric? She’d have to scrub it like mad or Ronja would think she was some sick guest. Fear and shame mingled in her face and Trista could feel the cock swelling to brush against her hand and the grin widen. He wanted to humiliate her... was it because she was not at home? Trista tried to swallow back tears, this Beast was doing it to keep control and clearly the baby and Matthias irritated him and might even irritate Dorjan too! Trista grimaced as she put her fingers to her groin and onto the horrid splash of gold.

Her fingers began to stroke and dip and rub, making slick noises and rubbing the foul liquid onto herself and down into the hole. The smell mingled to something unpleasant but the beast drooled onto her breasts in obvious pleasure as she gave a sharp gasp and rubbed a little harder. The creature the opened his mouth over her breast, squeezing it within its jaw and grinning in wicked delight as she gasped and groaned, trying to hold back the sound. Then the beast seemed more canine and waddled up to squat onto her face as she shivered but knew what to do. She held the thick pink form that was slick with precum and licked it. The taste matched the smell but the Beast seemed to grow and pulse in pleasure before it looked down at her in wicked glee and then reared up.

Trista stated in disbelief, the beast became bipedal and grabbed her by the thighs. She clenched her jaw shut as it forced her to roll into herself, knees up by her face. She gasped and grimaced, this was awful and then it squatted, it’s long cock now human looking as it then seemed to dip downward. In a fast motion that had her straining not to cry, it stuffed it’s form deep into her wet mound with a squelch. Then it pulled right up, letting her see the strands of juice from her body greasing its form. Then it dove in again, hitting a drum deep within to make her gag before pulling out. Then it stretched out more and just started to rock its hips back and forth.

The motions were primal, the beast huffed and breathed in grunts Trista thought it might wake up the others. She groaned and tried to pant through the rushed motions and ignore the clapping and squelching sounds of their flesh. This was terrible, she was being raped by her husband in this hideous form in her best friend's house, the shame and fear was immense and made her body tighter. The beast seemed to love it as it groaned in delight, thumping itself into her, drilling down then pulling back fast to make it seemed like something was trying to dig it’s way into her core. His pants were loud and he continued to drool before he then grasped her thighs and began to thrust like a human into her.

He groaned and strained, looking more human as he pumped his shaft in and out. Trista tried not to faint or cry, she was building up a huge orgasm just from the fear of getting caught and then the beast stared down at her with loving eyes that shocked her. It then sighed as it came in a wet hot mess and she grimaced, her body twitching and quivering on the verge of orgasm before the beast pulled out. It walked away from her, dripping cum onto the floor and opened the door before turning to her with a sneer as she remained unable to move and desperate for the bubble stuck inside her to pop and give relief as the creature smiled.

Next time... come meet me in the woods and you might get your own baby....