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Blood or Flesh

A Werewolf Story

Part One: Night of the Beast

The afternoon was wearing on, the air was cold and crisp as autumn seemed to be rolling towards winter and the dark forest loomed closer to the little cottage. On the boarders of the village, out where the work of her handsome husband could not be disturbed, Trista strolled down the lane in her grey cloak with a soft expression upon her face. She was not the most beautiful of women in the village, but her smile brightened all and had irked the first smile ever to be seen upon the grim features of the trapper. Trista had been married in the early days of summer, a pleasant and simple ceremony but her family had all agreed that her husband's home was in isolation from the rest of her family and they had always looked at Dorjan as severely unsuitable for their fragile child. But Trista was happy, she loved her husband greatly and yet she noticed the manner of the village as she reached the cottage and gave a sigh of frustration.

It was the Full Moon tonight and someone or something was going to get killed by the monster of the forests….

“Dorjan? Are you back yet?" Trista chirped in delight as she stepped into the household, settled her basket down and removed her cloak. Hopping it up onto the rack by the door she noticed his hat was not up and also his gun was not present. Trista grimaced in frustration to know that the nastiest weapon in her husband's arsenal was missing as it meant he expected trouble and was not out to do his work. Pellets and buckshot ruined furs and Dorjan was not a trophy hunter like the local baron, he only took the gun out when he feared meeting the beast just like everyone else in the village. “Dorjan?"

It was pointless to call for him but when the mood in the region was so tenuous and trembling from the growing fear of the moon and the night, calling out just eased her heart. Trista stepped further into the household, past the little wooden chairs and table that her father had made just for them both and out to the bathing closet. One of the oddest things she'd learnt about living with her husband was his need to scrub and wash regularly, whether to scrub or to drench himself in the largest tub she'd ever seen, he was so precise about his cleanliness and it always made Trista laugh. Her husband could not help it, he did messy work with lots of blood and sometimes he would have incidents out in the forest where he needed to wash the trials aside and then come back inside to her love. She stepped to the closet, opened it gently but found the bath was not filled and there were not buckets about the place, but to think he was not at home made her sigh in dismay. Whenever the beast was due to visit the region, Dorjan sat outside with a pipe all night and his gun resting in his arms, ready to kill the creature he had assumed for years to be his own personal enemy.

Trista shook her head gently as she stepped back out of the little room and turned to the door on the other side of the kitchen that was usually the heaviest bolted and tonight would have the wardrobe shoved in front of it for extra protection. This door looked straight across to the large wooden cabin where Dorjan did most of his work with his catches and it was a place Trista was under strict rules not to go near because of the smell of blood alone when he was working. Sometimes a morbid curiosity might get the upper hand and she might open the door on a hot day and stare out towards it, hoping she might be able to see just the shadow of his form against the thin curtain on the one lone window… but then she would catch the smell. As she stood by the doorway again today she stared out to it but there was no smell or sight today that he'd even gone out to pull in the traps and that was usual for the full moon night, traps with fresh meat would be easier for the beast to devour rather than the living.

Trista stepped away from it and then stepped to the bedroom door, knowing he certainly would not be there but eager at least to check there was no way anything could be lurking within the household. The moment she did she nearly leapt out of her skin, their ridiculous old mastiff dog had been sneaking a sleep on the furs and when it had seen the door open it had leapt onto the floor alongside the fur. The tall animal, standing at least to Trista's breast, had looked rather terrifying with the skin of a bear draped over its body and Trista gave a grunt. She yanked the fur off, placed it on the floor now the dog had dirtied it and then looked to the rest of the bed covered in dirt from the dog that wagged its tail low whilst giving off soft moaning sounds of pity.

“Daft thing… look at the mess you've made Bully! If your master were to see his bed in a state he'd go through the roof and take you out to the shed!" Trista teased, puffing up her face like a toad and pouting to make the dog give a groan of dismay at her funny expression as she wagged a finger at him. Usually he only seemed to understand that he was being told off, but whenever Trista mentioned 'shed', Bully seemed to understand it referred to that blood-soaked cabin and he would drop straight onto the floor, onto his back and whimper like a puppy fallen from his mother's side. Trista shook her head at him before patting it, pushing his hulking blue-grey coloured form out of the room and then gathering up the furs. She'd have a job on her hands to get them clean before nightfall and would probably just have to rely on sleeping on top of the mattress rather than underneath any of the blankets that were probably still cold out on the line today already. Trista bundled as many as she could under her arm and walked out to the front porch where she could at least shake them off and try and clean them off.

As she shook out one of the wolf furs, Bully lay beside her on the porch, drooling onto his paws and looking miserable for having upset Trista when he heard a sound and with a low growl suddenly stood up. As he rose to his full height, straightening his stance like a small horse in front of his owner, Trista froze and put one foot back into the doorway ready to escape. She knew that Bully was usually a coward during the time of the Beast and hid away from it, unlike his predecessors that had all died on some occasion keeping their master safe or being unfortunate enough to be nursing puppies. But Trista had already seen Bully take on a bear to protect her from danger and when he stood up as he was, there was always trouble coming. But when they both turned to look to the path coming out of the dark shadows of the tall, ominous sentinel-like pine trees Bully's tail wiggled about and his tongue lolled as he gave a joyous and ridiculous bark of happiness.

“Good afternoon Dorjan, are you going to come inside for a bit and eat before you go on patrol all night?" Trista called out with her beaming smile of delight as the tall, rugged form of her powerful husband came into view from amongst the trees. At over six-foot he was one of the tallest men in the village and one of the most respected of them all, but respect did not mean he had friends as he was a man of few words who kept to himself and in truth, the only person he ever even considered having a conversation about anything more than his work was his wife. Trista's smile caused the dark eyes of the figure to glint and though on any other day he would allow a soft almost humoured smile to slip across his lips, today he tensed up and seemed to move faster towards the house at the sight of a massive mix of grey wolf skin hanging on the line covered in mud as if there was something wrong. Trista grimaced to see him hurrying up the road and swiftly she pointed a finger towards the dog, which noticed and suddenly flopped right onto his back with a whimper of despair. “Someone forgot the rules about the bedroom… my fault I was out in town longer than usual today, I met Tabitha and Rona and they were showing me their… well, their preparations for their babies."

“So you had fun?" The moment Trista mentioned it she felt bad, one of the things she wanted for most as a growing girl had been a child of her own and when she had been watching all her friends get married she had been hoping for the same kind of luck, especially as Rona had married only a month before Trista. She could tell that mentioning it had stopped Dorjan making too much of a fuss over anything and as always he seemed to be avoiding the subject as he stepped to the wolf fur up on the line and felt all the muck upon it, sniffing at it and sneering before he turned to glare at Bully. With a squeal the mastiff hopped off the porch and ran out of eye-line of his master and Dorjan just gave a snort over it all. “He is a ridiculous dog, damn it. In this weather and with the beast about I'd be wanting you to be covered by as many wolf furs as possible, as many layers as could protect you should something happen. Let's get inside and sort out the covers that we have left."

“Of course." Trista smiled happily although she wondered why he did not ask anything more about her friends or even mentioned his own opinion on children. It frustrated her but she was quick to step inside with him with what was clean and dry and march straight into the bedroom with him. She placed the pile of laundry upon the bed, ignoring that her husband had closed the door and put his gun down in the hallway before stepping over. He stepped to the bed and watched her go through their wardrobe looking for as many large blankets as she could, leaning against the doorway with a slightly wry expression upon his face that was leaning towards a smile as he watched her bending and digging out as much fabric as possible.

Trista could feel him watching her and she wondered why he was not busy helping her out or even removing his boots that would only add extra dirt to the floor. She thought to turn about and tell him off, but when she straightened and turned to look at him, his eyes kept slipping from the bare looking bed towards Trista and she blushed visibly. She knew what that kind of bemused expression upon his face meant and she felt very silly; it had only been on three other occasions since their wedding night that he'd given her that look and Trista was excited. Maybe he had paid a little more attention to her words than Trista had expected, and she turned to look at him for a moment, embarrassed but also excited. She did not even get the chance to ask what he was thinking as he strolled across the bedroom to her side, leant his head against the back of hers and rested his hands on her broad hips, squeezing them slightly with a soft growling sound.

“Dorjan… what are you thinking?" Trista whispered, feeling his lips pressing at her head and then down to her ear, his dark stubble itching slightly at her cheek to make her give a giggle. She lifted her hand to swat at him as he kissed behind her ear and then down her cheek, along the edge of her chin and then he turned her towards him so he could rest his lips upon hers. Their kiss was a soft one, the sound a little popping one as she suddenly blushed scarlet and burst into giggles for the drunken expression within his eyes as he continued to grasp at her hips and bend his head close to hers. She felt as ridiculous as she did every time he became amorous with her, her body issues flitting to the top of her mind and the fact he'd married her the way she was never really computing as she swatted at him with her hands so he did not keep kissing her. But Dorjan kissed at her cheeks again and then at her neck, making her give a sudden gasp of surprise as he pinched his lips around the bottom of her neck quite hard and she shook her head. “Dorjan… its almost evening… we haven't got time."

In truth they had time; time to just go at it madly like the husbands of her friends that never seemed to be able to let them alone long enough to get dressed. Trista would not say anything against such an attitude, but she knew that Dorjan preferred to be a very affectionate lover, everything he did was slow and steady… focused upon both of their pleasures and always gentle. Even when his hands slid up beneath her blouse and teased around the bottom of her brassiere, his big hands were as gentle as possible gripping her bosoms and giving a soft growl of pleasure. Trista shuddered gently at the feel of his warm hands upon her breasts, shuddering as she felt the fingertips gently flick her rising nipples. She shuddered and bent slightly with a mix of pleasure and surprise as he pulled her close to him. Dorjan was never forceful and sometimes that made Trista concerned, but he was a considerate lover… a wonderful husband… and she could never deny him.

“I'm sure there's more than enough time… it won't hurt… besides, it might make the bed warm for you." Dorjan purred softly in delight, making Trista flush even more brightly as a hand slid down to the hem of her skirt, slipping beneath to stroke at the top of her underwear. She shuddered suddenly in pleasure and turned about to lean against her husband's chest and kissed his neck softly, ignoring the slightly tickling edge of his stubble. Dorjan beamed down at her lovingly as she looked up at him with the most loving expression she could manage, she loved him so very much and he had just as much love for her as he gently led her to the bed. “I don't want to sound unromantic and say… let's just have our fun… but you've never looked so beautiful to me before as you do now, blushing as you are."

Trista gave a sudden giggle of surprise, not bothered by the idea that they might just only have enough time for the most brief of intimate behaviours… but it was more than enough for her. As he gently eased her onto the bed, shifted her skirt downwards, Trista swiftly turned about and began to unbutton her blouse as if there was nothing more undignified than to be half dressed upon the bed. No sooner had she shifted it off than Dorjan's broad chest bent over her form, his warm breath caressed her neck and his lips were trailing lines down her clavicle to make her shudder in delight. Whether he intended it to be quick or not, he could not prevent himself from worshipping every portion of her body with his lips and practically purred as he did so. His motions were precise, filled with passion and practically ritualistic as he shuffled his lips downward to the round mounds of her breasts, making her gasp and moan softly in delight as one big hand slid between her thighs and teased at the warmest part of her body.

“You're too sweet to me, Dorjan… you don't have to fuss me… I'm your wife, is my duty to…" Trista always felt embarrassed when he was like this, because she had never heard her companions in their secret jokes speak of such embraces and passionate actions. Their husbands were always more concerned with what was deemed fully acceptable… the man did his duty and it was not important his spouse necessary 'enjoyed' it; but with Dorjan it was like an extension of his love and it felt both natural and proper, even if embarrassing. He stopped her train of thought with a warm press of his lips to hers, grasping at her lower lip in slow sucks as if he might just devour her mouth as she gave soft moans as his hand delved into her soft, moist gate to entice her pleasure. As he moved his lips back down towards her breasts, his hand worked gently, slipping in and out with growing ease as he woke her body to the coiling, burning heat of desire and prepared it for a more intimate kiss. As Trista's hips shifted with the motions of his hand, Dorjan eased his body alongside her upon the bed and yet he continued to kiss at her body as he moved his hand and brought it to his clothing, Though removing his trousers always seemed to take forever and was fiddly at best, the pause gave Trista time to gasp and wheeze the heat from the face away as she widened her legs, lifted her hand to stroke at his face and turned to him with dewy eyes. “I love you so much…"

“I know and I love you too…" Dorjan whispered, his voice hoarse as he tried not to just go at her frantically like some excited dog, but always there was an edge of regret in his voice. Trista could not think of it then, but she had noticed it before and wondered often if he were going to apologise for not lying with her as regularly as others. But as he kissed her lips firmly one last time, his trousers slipped down past a throbbing erection that seemed to sizzle in the cool air with heat as he rolled his form over hers and then eased himself into her. Trista's body tightened automatically, her hips pinched and she gave a soft squeak of pain as she gripped her husband's wrists to steady herself as he shifted himself into place, their bodies practically locking together in preparation for the full event. He whispered whether she was in pain, whether she was alright but it always irked a soft giggle as Trista calmed her breathing, relaxed her body and then for a moment seemed to really feel his thick girth within her embarrassingly wide passage.

Then Dorjan bent forward to kiss her forehead again gently, savouring the feel of her body locked tightly around his form before he began to slowly rock back and forth with his hips, the delve and dipping motions brushing against Trista's engorged pleasure point and sending electric sparks of pleasure to her body, urging her to give little moans, gasps, sighs and little sucking motions as of delight at his steady pace. He felt her body becoming more slick about his thickness, the loving fluids slipping about his form as if to pull him further and he responded to them with an increase in speed and a deeper search to make her shudder with pleasure. She gripped his wrists tightly, irking him to move faster still until instinct overcame his gentility and Dorjan's body surged in and out of his wife's as she jolted beneath him, feeling her body become weightless and almost numb to all but the pleasure, her breath even altering to succumb fully to this little death.

Dorjan began to heave and pant, feeling the pressure below heading towards its ecstatic end as he gripped the bed more tightly and continued to thrust his way towards this victory, desperate to see her face explode with tears of joy and that glistening look of fulfilment. Yet, for some reason today he could not fully explain, he felt himself going just a little rougher, wanting just to be a little more careless and to see her grimace a little more from his size as if she were fighting the urge to enjoy it. The sensation tickled the back of his mind, irritated him but managed to hold back the climax until he felt his wife reach her own. Trista's hips rolled, she shifted them up from the mattress to increase the depth of his dives and began to give harsh sharp pants as if she were a dog trying to bark. As she felt a bubble of liquid pleasure swelling to the point of bursting within her loins, Trista knew she would reach orgasm before her husband and it made her give a little wailing sound of anxiety to reach the height before him. But her body pinched about him tighter and to see her looking so desperate to reach the end, Dorjan's body became fully absorbed in that dizzying, blinding build of delightful pleasure as he felt the sudden punching, squeezing sensation of ecstasy within his body and the burst of joy as his mate reached hers and seemed to lock about him.

The room was filled with the scent of their heady, passionate romance and to Trista's great pleasure her husband could not stop kissing at her chest even after the event was over and he kept huffing and sighing with exhaustion. He remained joined to her, feeling her own pleasure still about his form and seeing that expression of satisfaction upon her face to know that Trista was hopeful this time might have gifted her with something wonderful. Dorjan kissed at her again, nuzzling her chest and shifting about to lie beside her, not really willing to remove himself from her but knowing he needed to. As he snuffled up beside her naked form, kissing at her chest, Trista shuddered softly and felt unable to roll around and hook her arms about him. He kissed at her neck and gave a soft growl of pleasure before sighing softly as she curled up against him, wheezing and sighing in delight.

“Do you think we're going to have a baby sometime soon Dorjan? Do you want to be a father?" Trista sighed sleepily, her body streaked with sweat and her chest heaving as she started to calm again after the motions eased off. She nuzzled up against his chest, rolling into him finally and clasping about him tightly with her hands and legs. She did not want to let go because she knew there was precious little time before he would leave the bedroom, leave the house and sit outside waiting with a gun. Dorjan turned towards her, smiling lovingly as he kissed her lips and hooked his arms around her in a tight hug. Sometimes he felt as if he never hugged her enough, he never kissed her enough… he loved her so much he never wanted to be an uncaring or forgetful husband like some other husbands always seemed to be. But he thought about her words, hooked up her hands and brought them forward to kiss them firmly.

“It would be wonderful… but I am afraid of it too, with that beast around it doesn't feel like a safe enough world." Dorjan growled softly and Trista breathed a heavy sigh of despair. In truth she would not care if she had a child or not as long as she had him beside her forever, but the beast was a problem. What if the beast ever managed to get the better of her husband and killed him? She wrapped her arms about him tightly, begging him to stay as she realised that it was getting dark outside. Dorjan knew he needed to go outside, knew he needed to go and get on with the job at hand and deal with that beast… but Trista was so warm and happy against him and he loved the feel of her soft flesh against him. Perhaps it would not hurt to lounge on the bed with her a little while… the sun had not set completely.

Trista was awoken upon the bed by a fierce clattering and a terrible sound of howling and whimpering, almost screaming coming from the side door and obviously from Bully. She was used to him squealing when he got scared of the wind or lightning, but though the household was nearly pitch black save for an oil lantern burning away calmly upon the nightstand beside the bed… something she realised she'd forgotten to deal with after loving her husband, something was wrong. She sat herself up and to her surprise there was the sudden sound of something smashing about in the kitchen and for a moment Trista was petrified and grasped for sheets to hide behind, only to find there was none about her. She shook her head, suddenly thinking that maybe it was Bully inside freaking out and she swung her legs out onto the edge of the bed only to freeze at something she could never have believed to be stuck within the household.

A wolf was probably the closest living thing that Trista had ever seen in her life to bear any resemblance to this creature and yet it was not. Its body was coated in thick blue-black fur the colour of twilight and it was thick and yet sleek looking like the fur of a mink or marten, it looked practically beautiful fur but horrifying all the same. Its body appeared hunched, moving on knuckles with long terrifying claws that glittered like jewelled daggers against the light of the lamp as the creature appeared to be eating its way through the piles of furs left sitting on the floor in front of the bedroom door. It had no visible tail indeed its backside, hips and the broadness of its chest made the torso and the lower body appear almost human, but then it turned its head to look into the room and Trista froze in disgust at the long, narrow face, like a skinny half-mad half-starved dog with eyes as yellow as the moon on some nights, its ears were pointed like a wolf and with the ruff of fur about its neck, it was indeed the head of a wolf as it drew back its lips to show off its fangs and snarled at her. Her body trembled in terror, she could see very well that it had seen her and was coming towards her, not fast but in an aggressive stalking pace as if it were hunting….

But wolves did not stalk….

Its eyes glittered with a horrid fascination, its wide canine nostrils seemed to dampen as it sucked in the air with understanding, recognition perhaps and Trista remained frozen upon the bed. She did not know if it was worth trying to run as she continued to hear Bully howling and screaming outside or whether it was worth just awaiting death. As the creature continued to sniff, lapping at his teeth and nose as if it could recognise what had happened in the room only hours before, Trista was not sure she could quite escape this beast and yet… as it stepped into the room and to the edge of the bed, she rolled across the mattress as the beast leapt onto the bed after her!

Trista bolted out of the room, not caring that she was naked until she tripped over the ruined chairs and tables, screeching as she felt the splintered wood graze her leg and she just missed banging her head to the wall. She shook her head, pulling herself up off her chest and had intended to grab something to fight with when she saw the gun still sitting by the door and her husband's clothing shredded about the room. Trista shuddered in horror, her eyes dribbling tears as the realisation came upon her that Dorjan must be dead. She had been holding onto him to stop him from going out, he'd not been able to put the wardrobe in front of the door, he'd not been out there able to protect her… there was no blood, but would this creature have left something like that? Would there have been time to scream? Was her beloved husband really dead?

Trista sat up against the corner of the room, tears dribbling down her face as she watched the creature stalk into the room after her, snuffling about in excitement as its mouth was streaming with drool and excitement at the prospect of killing. Trista stared out at the creature, her body jolting with tears as she thought about the idea of it having killed her beloved Dorjan, how he must have tried to fight but she'd been so happy with him she'd not woken up to escape when he must have called her. Trista continued to weep and whimper as the creature approached, hunching his shoulders to block her in the corner completely as its mouth opened, lips vibrated with its snarl and it pushed its face right up to Trista's. It's menacing snarl was devilish, Trista knew it must be the devil, it had known when to come and take down the only man in the village that would have been an equal fighter to it and it was all her fault! She braced herself against the wall as the creature's drool fell upon her naked body, sitting in great disgusting dollops upon her breast as he sniffed at her face and she closed her eyes, turning her head away to expose her neck… willing to die so she could be with her husband.

Her body was shaking violently and she heard the deep rumbling intake of breath as the creature seemed to prepare itself to make it's kill until it lapped its nose and started to sniff again. Almost curled into the corner, her legs akimbo as she tried to keep as against the wall as possible, the creature seemed to be fascinated by her smell and shifted its head downward. Sniffing in deeply, snuffling at her breasts and then down to her rounded tummy, Trista braced herself for a bite where it must rip her guts out! But then the felt its damp, cold nose strolling down to a place she never thought any beast would dare to sniff and she gasped, retching slightly in disgust as she felt the sloppy, large, flat wet tongue of the beast caressing the moistened lips of her most private of places. She almost screamed over it, disgusted and terrified as the beast pressed its tongue inward again to lap out whatever was in there and Trista did scream in horror as the beast then lifted its head upward and snuffed at her chest, lapping a nipple in fascination as she screamed in terror again.

Afraid for what it might do next to torture her, knowing it must indeed be a devil, Trista managed to grab a broken piece of wood from the floor and thump it into the head of the creature. It gave a shriek like a startled dog and she scrabbled past it pathetically to try and get to the front door, only to feel the paws of the beast suddenly land on her back and pin her. She scrabbled, swimming on the floor but was so completely pinned by the animal she could hardly do anything but cry out to the universe for help as the creature snuffed at her hair, at her neck and her shoulders in fascination. Occasionally its great tongue caressed her warm skin to make her cry out and weep even more until it then lay its body over hers completely and she felt against her back the burning form of something truly horrific. But though the creature lay over her, it just snuffed at her neck in fascination, lapping her ears and shoulder before curling its lips and giving a harsh sneezing sound. Then gently it rolled onto its side and snuffed at her cheek, almost playfully and its disgusting smelling breath fell over her face and she trembled as she turned around to look at it only to see that its head changed slightly, its fur seemed to lessen and its ears shorten along with its muzzle, there was something more human about it and then its eyes changed from the horrid yellow to the familiar deep dark brown of someone she knew.

“Dor… Dorjan?" Trista gasped, shuddering slightly in horror to know that it was or at least must be her husband as it looked towards her with a wicked grin of acknowledgement. All the loneliness, the need to avoid everyone as much as possible and the inability to want or make friends began to make sense in her mind. The fact he had no family, the fact he sat out with a gun and seemed to disappear whenever this beast was around… it all made sense to her now and yet Trista was concerned. The creature had changed to something like the middle ground of the total transformation at her words, it was almost as if Dorjan was fighting to get through to her and she pulled herself up into a sitting position as it remained grinning at her madly, sniffing the air and lapping its lips in delight. Could it still kill her or could she do something to help it? “Dorjan? Its me… its your wife, Trista. Do you remember me?"

There was a horrendous sound, an intake of breath through the gaping jaws that was almost a snarl of 'yes' and its eyes glittered with enthusiasm and cruelty. Trista was more scared than she ever had been before as the creature pushed its head closer to her, snuffling at her in fascination and then giving out a kind of high pitched whine that was almost a snigger as she trembled at its face coming so close to her again. Its drool still fell upon her body and she was not sure what to do as it lapped teasingly at her shoulder and her neck, nosing at her ear in a manner that would have been cute or amusing were it a dog, exciting if it were her husband but because it was both and neither it was only disgusting as the creature squatted in front of her. Its head barged at hers to make her tilt her head from side to side as it lapped at her shoulders hungrily, his body seeming to rock slightly and Trista's eyes observed how its belly had seemed to become bald, its chest was now more like a human but there was also something very wrong as she stared at it longer.

The more it lapped at her body and sniffed her hair, the more it seemed to lose its wild look but keep its menacing claws and face, the more she became aware of the erection it held. She trembled in terror when she recalled how it had lapped her, had it only recognised her because she had just had sex with him before this incident? Trista could see that its cock was human in shape and feature, but twice as long and it stood more rigid than could be considered natural for a man and she trembled as the nudging of the beast became more aggressive and it started to lift a clawed paw, slapping her shoulder and urging her to lie flat. Terror gripped Trista again and she reached toward the piece of wood once more, but the creature's jaws clamped over it, shattering it in one crunching bite before turning to her and snarling furiously. Trista could see a strange kind of contortion within the eyes of the monster, as if it was trying to bargain with itself, deciding what to do with her. Trista wondered if maybe it could understand reasoning and she thought about the kind of person Dorjan was, how he was not the kind to even lift a fist to another man but stand and accept a beating… not necessarily a gentle giant but he never seemed to have any darkness to him; was it all knotted in this hideous being?

“Dorjan… what are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" Trista questioned and to her great fear it barged her chest, urging her to lie down again. She lay herself down, unsure what to do as the half-human, half-dog face bent to her chest and lapped at her breasts, its strokes rapid but harsh and she could feel her nipples rising up at the aggressive manner and she gasped. She brought her hands up to cover her face as she began to weep, she did not want what she thought was going to happen to happen. The creature continued to lap at her breasts eagerly but did not let its teeth anywhere near her tender flesh, instead stepping over her and squatting to angle himself correctly over her, his legs losing their fur and almost matching her husband's. Trista could see the hair falling from the creature's shoulders too, the more it licked at her and seemed to want to be with her, the more of its bestial manner it was losing, and she shuddered as she looked up at it's face as it stared down at her with its wicked grin. “If I… if I don't run away… will you promise not to kill anything tonight?"

The beast's jaw opened for a moment and she feared that it was going to bite her neck until she heard the horrid growling snarl of 'yes' once more. Though it sickened her to think that this was the price for people to live… she knew there was no way she could trust that this being was telling the truth, but what choice did she have? It was going to take what it wanted anyway so she might as well try and reason with it. When it stared down at her, lolling its tongue and shuffling closer to her body, Trista lifted her legs, bent her knees and stared upward at the ceiling. She knew there would be pain, it may kill her anyway, but what choice did she have? At least if it killed her than Dorjan had not killed another being and she could take comfort in knowing that… she sucked in a deep breath as the creature pulled its human hindquarters close to her and then Trista tilted her hips upward slightly, ready to accept it even if it was wrong, foul and no different to lying with the devil.

The creature gave a sudden yapping sound of excitement, lying over her chest and hooking its paws around her waist though she grimaced at this canine action. It rested its head upon her chest, letting its tongue slide out and lie upon her breasts, its drool spilling out of its maw as it stared up at her with an almost loving expression. Trista wanted to vomit already and she closed her eyes tightly only to give a scream and wail of agony at the first, hard thrust that stabbed into her, ripping a wider passage into her body than she was used to and stabbing straight upward, almost curling into the neck of her womb itself. The stretching pain was replaced with just a sensation of being split in half, skin shredding and blood pouring from her as the beast gripped her tightly, wheezing madly with its pleasure as its hips jolted back and forth madly, thrusting deeper and deeper and deeper, faster, faster and to the point that Trista was sure it was stabbing through every organ in her body! She could hardly breathe its weight upon her body was too much mixed with the pressure from below and even screaming and crying was impossible as she tried desperately to grasp for air as it whined and whimpered its pleasure in thrusting into her again and again with no let-up in speed.

As it continued its cruelty, drool spilling from its mouth as it panted over her, Trista fought to keep her eyes shut, to breathe and control all her senses until she began to feel something familiar forming within her body. Suddenly the beast was starting to disappear, its fur was almost all gone, the body ramming into her own was no animal but the familiar form of her husband, only the head remained the monster. As she stared at it, eyes locked on its own as it stared at her as intensely as any predator, she was woken to the sudden bursting of bubbles of pleasure within her body, suddenly able to arch her back and strain her body at the cramping sensation as her body suddenly seemed to explode with a powerful orgasm as the beast threw its head back, let out a long howl and then a shriek of pain as it reached its own climax and suddenly became the beast fully again, but leaping away from there with its limp form hanging and its body panting desperately as it sat across the room, lay on its side and stared out at her with its long canine face.

Trista remained frozen upon the ground, not sure if that orgasm had been real or was indeed her body dying, for she felt numb and sick… her body was cold and yet she felt nothing but a happy glowing warmth within her core and her body was trembling from the effects of her pleasure. She could not believe it, she must be dead because that was the only way she could account for herself being like this… being happy when she should have been curled up on the floor begging for her husband to return and rescue her, begging for God to come and cleanse her of this shame. But as her breathing returned to normal, her body began to wake up and she recognised that sopping wet pleasure splashed all over her legs and upon the floor… she had never known Dorjan or herself to make such a mess and yet she was so happy and hateful all at once.

There was a sound as the beast stood itself up suddenly, strolled over to Trista's body and then sniffed at her face before lapping at her mouth. She spat about in disgust, regaining her sense of self and swatting at the creature that continued to grin wickedly and tried to lick her lips again. She managed to roll onto her front, ready to try and get up and run for help when it gave a growling sound of fury. She paused on her hands and knees, feeling a heavy clawed pad sit upon her hips once more and she remained frozen, unsure what to do or what it was going to do next as it quickly sat up on its human hind legs, swinging its forepaws around her waist and leaning its head over her shoulder, lapping her ears and neck tenderly as she remained frozen in terror, feeling its swollen cock pressing against the already raw skin of her feminine flesh that she could feel was starting to return from the numbness to complete agony and trickling blood. When she gave a moan of fear for the actions of the beast it sat itself backwards, getting off her body and pressed its muzzle to her, sniffing heavily and giving a whimper. It was almost a comical sound, as if it were making fun of the fact she was in pain there but Trista just remained frozen, unsure how to react but desperate to say something even if it would not listen, just so it was said.

“Dorjan… please… is this the only thing I can do to stop you killing someone? I'm not used to this… you're normally…" Trista began but it caused a ferocious roar to vibrate out of the creature's throat and for it to open its mouth to sit its teeth against the top of her backside and make her freeze and start to weep again. But when she started to weep, it gave soft whimpers to her again, leaning back over her hip to make her go quiet before it lapped around her ears and neck again softly. She trembled as it then sat back down behind her and began to softly lap at her reddened area, its motions curiously tender and affectionate, almost as if it even liked the taste of her wound. She trembled against his motions, that were almost loving and reminded her of the actions her husband might perform upon her and for a moment that was all Trista could think. She leant forward, dropping gently onto her front and angling her legs as much apart as she could, clenching her teeth, eyes tightly shut and sucking air in through her teeth as she began to feel that hot, throbbing sensation within her most private place at the gentility of the tongue's motion. She began to give soft moans as she imagined only her beloved Dorjan lapping at her, kissing her tender place with his soft lips, his loving tongue with the slight stubble of his chin just catching her slightly to give an extra thrill. She began to moan softly, hearing the beast start to produce a strange moaning sound of its own as he heard her sounds of pleasure and then softly he gave a little moan as she shuddered and gave a strange cry of pleasure to reach a climax again so soon.

But no sooner had she reached that climax, huffing and puffing with her face pressed against the ground, the beast mounted her and began ramming his burning hot cock into her body again. This time though its breathing was more human sounding, its sounds were deeper and far more human than she had recalled. Even within her the beast's shaft was still large, but it was not as painful as it had been and it nestled comfortably within her form as she gave soft moans. She felt less hair pressing on her body, she opened her eyes as she looked at the clawed but bald, human hand sitting over her shoulder. She managed to look up towards the creature's face and to her surprise saw no more of the monster but just her own husband, with eyes seemingly possessed by some other force. His motions became more rhythmic and gentle within her, more like the husband she knew and Trista gave soft moans of pleasure as she felt him and not the monster moving and groaning as he sat about her. When she even heard her name muttered, the tears rolled down her face and Trista could have wept forever… the night was over.