Part Six: Beast Spawn

Trista was beaming through the autumn and the winter, her stomach swelling up with preparation for a baby and not just one! She was delighted to have been showing signs of something very rare in the village, but the doctor had listened to the heartbeats and he was quite sure there were three distinct sounds! The entire village was startled and amazed by the idea and many of the women were both showing signs of envy and pity. Trista had never known her family to have produced a case of triplets let alone twins in her life and Dorjan had muttered that a few multiple births hopped up in his family, but Trista was quite sure it was due to something very important.

Whilst pregnant the nights with the Beast about were strange, sometimes livestock was taken but mostly it was the wild animals of the woods that were slaughtered and made to scream during the night. The Beast needed his blood meal, but when he would go out and then return to the household early, waiting for Trista to let him into the room and then up onto the bed. He’d even excepted her wiping him down in case of muddy footprints and curiously, he seemed to show a great level of calm when he’d press his nose to her swollen stomach.

When he was in the bedroom, she’d lounge upon the bed with him and he’d lie on is side, licking at her wrists and giving low groans as she would bring her hand to his form and jerk him to completion. On some occasions, she would do other things for him and in the earlier days, when the pregnancy was not as pronounced, she’d even submitted to something that was considered incredibly salacious if known of amongst the community. It had taken a good toll on her knees and her hips, but the Beast had shown great gentility, which had surprised her when he’d penetrate her anally! It had been very embarrassing, but a simple enough job to do to keep her babies safe, her husband safe, her community safe and the Beast calm.

With the due date coming closer and closer, Trista was finding that she could not leave the house much, let alone getting out of bed and curiously, Dorjan had insisted that he would stop working for the time and instead work the household. Today, he was busy arranging breakfast and they were joined by new neighbours that had been building the next homestead and were raising a collection of goats. They were a very friendly group, immigrants from the east like Dorjan and yet much more playful and fearless at the mentions of a Beast, insisting that when you lived amongst wolves and bears like they had, there was always a need for some kind of sacrifice.

“So… what do you tend to use are your animal sacrifice with the goats then, Johanna?” Trista and Johanna were both in the family way, though Trista was ahead of her, they had both made firm friends quickly and Johanna had been helping her sew a blanket for the baby. Dorjan and Johanna’s husband Szymon and brother Daniel were swift to make friends too and Szymon was an excellent carpenter and they’d been preparing one to help Dorjan in the next winter extend the cottage for the three babies to live in comfortably. They were very friendly and Johanna was clearly the one in charge of the lot, though she always wore her hair within fabric covers so none had seen it.

“Well… depends on the season. When it is the season of births, we leave out the placenta to dry and stop the mother’s eating it, if we have a kid die, we offer that too… going deep in the woods and performing a ceremony to offer it up. But then we have the situation of the summer, we do a sacrifice each month where we share what we can’t eat from a carcass with them, the bones we don’t use. Then in the autumn, we keep back the weakest of the animals we intend to sell and slaughter it for the beasts to eat in the autumn….” Johanna stated, speaking as if it was something easy enough to manage and yet it sounded like their herd of goats was quite devastated, until she gave a sudden chuckle of amusement that caught them all off guard. “We focus on the wool and the milk more than the meat so we don’t tend to have too many problems of running low.”

“Heh… that’s an interesting idea for sure, it certainly gives me ideas for how we might be able to deal with such things with our local monster from time to time. He’s not been as dangerous as he used to be though, instead he seems to be enjoying just killing the livestock. Maybe because we’ve all been more careful about him.” Trista stated, speaking so calmly about the animal that Dorjan was almost surprised by her words, though Johanna and her family all nodded their heads in understanding with one another. But then Johanna clapped her hands and stood up with a sigh, beckoning her companions that it was time to return home after thanking both of them for letting them stay over and enjoy the company. But before she left, Johanna paused and gave a chuckle of amusement.

“I’m not due for a while, I can come and visit you every day to help you out, Trista… I’ll also be here to help when you birth too, it looks like its due within the next two months.” Johanna stated and Trista smiled sweetly before thanking her joyfully for being so kind to her. The pair hugged as best they could, but Trista could hardly lift herself up from the chair to watch them leave as the sky darkened outside and Bully strolled in past them. The big hound gave a grunt, dropping his jowls to her knee as she stroked his nose and he wagged his tail as he sniffed at her belly, only for Dorjan to step back with an anxious expression.

“I have a bad feeling that the babies will be born on a full moon… would it even be safe for Johanna to step across here or the surgeon if such a thing happened?” Dorjan was looking oddly depressed as he took her by the hands and gently eased her up off the chair and then beckoned her to the bathing room. He took her inside, sat her on the stool as she shed her clothes and he gathered the warm water to help her clean. As he stepped into the room again, he took a rag and then gently began to scrub at her back as she gave a sigh of delight, only for him to suddenly wrap his arms around her body and nuzzle into her back. His voice was cracking with obvious fear and Trista was startled. “I don’t want you to die from having three babies… you have to wear you won’t die!”

“I won’t Dorjan… I swear nothing will happen… I will have our babies and we’ll be safe!” Trista stated, still feeling oddly uncomfortable to look at the top of her naked belly mound where the scar from before was now so stretched it barely made the same symbol. But Dorjan stepped in front of her, a nervous expression upon his face as she sighed and leant forward to give her a gentle kiss of affection. He gave a soft sigh, but he was still nervous before his soft hands stroked your belly and he lay his ear to her belly. He listened to the three steady heartbeat, he knew the babies would survive, somehow he did not have any fear for them, but how could they survive without Trista?

“What would I do without you?” Dorjan lifted his head up from her belly, his dark face looking so curiously fragile and vulnerable and it shocked Trista greatly. She sighed lovingly, leaning forward and kissing his forehead before then stroking his face and sweeping his hair back from his face before then lifting his beard-covered chin. He lifted his head to her, looking at her lovingly and then leading him into a more passionate kiss before he then continued to wash her body as gently as possible as Trista relaxed and let him clean her up as sweetly as possible.

When it was over, he dried her carefully and they continued to kiss at each other sweetly before he helped her out of the bathroom and then gently led her to the bedroom. In the bedroom, he found a nice wide sheet for her to wear that was cool and comfortable before he stripped down to nothing and then clambered onto the bed beside her, pulling the blankets over them both. She rolled to face him and then they both kissed a few more times before he was then stroking her side and her shoulder, kissing at her and slowly starting to fall asleep beside her. She stroked his dark hair back, feeling the moon lift up and knowing whom was going to appear beside her soon and slowly, she closed her eyes and seemed to fall asleep.

Trista felt suddenly very good, her clitoris was swollen and she was tingling below, feeling a familiar and large tongue strolling between the lips deliberately to arouse her as she felt her nipples were straining out and she opened her eyes. It was not shocking to see the great black wolf-like creature hovering over her on the bed, especially to see that he was licking at her groin, spreading the lips and pulling in as much of her honey into his mouth as he could. His tail wagged and he gave a soft growl of pleasure as he lifted his head to look at her panting form.

“About two more moons, then the pups will be here… then I’ll give you three more months to rest before your whole body is mine again.” The Beast growled firmly, taking in a deep breath and then shaking his big dark body before stepping up to the head of the bed. Trista was thankful he was being so well-behaved with her, but she had started to realise that the monster had a strong paternal side to himself, even stronger than Dorjan’s perhaps as he wrapped his big black form about her so she could lean back. Calmly, Trista leant back and lifted her hand, stroking at his muzzle gently as he gave a few licks to her hand before giving a soft snort. “The males will become like me… the female will not.”

“You can tell their gender already?” Trista asked in curiosity, though she was rather worried that two of them would have to go through the same thing as their father. They would not know anything and she was not sure how she’d be able to teach them to prepare for it, let alone prepare their future partners. The wolf-beast though licked his chops and then licked at her cheek, acting curiously obedient as she then stroked his muzzle and cuddled into him. The more she acted like this side of her husband was also her husband, the more he listened and behaved himself. “What will we do to teach them about what will happen when Dorjan doesn’t even know?”

“It won’t happen until they day they experience what maturity and manhood is like. The first time they take a life, the first time they fight for themselves… the first time they know they have to protect a mate. It means there will be time and… I will have to make them submit when it happens.” The wolf stated with a shake, he seemed confident in the statement but Trista was suddenly filled with anxiety over the future for her children. She dropped her hands over her bump, stroking it gently and considering how that situation might develop and how children could do anything silly like that... especially fighting! She was grimacing in anxiety once more as the wolf gave a soft snort of irritation. “They would not turn immediately, but the following full moon. But there’s more trouble possible if you do not know how to keep an eye on the children carefully…”

“What do you mean? They won’t kill their sister, will they?” Trista grasped her belly, her expression terrified as she stroked and patted at her belly as if it were hurting. But the Beast licked her ear gently, growling that he would not let that happen and she did not need to worry about it. Trista gave a sigh of relief, but then continued to stroke at his muzzle as he licked her fingers lovingly and she sighed. Her body was starting to feel strange again, one of the many things the pregnancy had started to cause within the later stages was a libido that Trista certainly had not suffered before in this marriage and she groaned slightly. Her nipples were straining out and she dropped her fingers down to rub them a little, only to grimace when he gave a growl and nudged her hands away.

“You’ll waste their milk… don’t touch them.” She had no choice but to obey and she certainly could not touch herself down below because of the risk of triggering birth. It was frustrating to feel that she had such desires when she was normally so tame, but the Beast found it amusing as he lapped at her ears and nuzzled her hair. Trista gave a soft moan, she was desperate to have some kind of affection like this, even if it was not him doing it to her! With a groan she rolled her head against his groin, making him give a grunt before Trista had a thought and boldly brought her hand up to his sheath. “I wouldn’t say no but it could get painful…”

The Beast licked his lips that sounded wet as Trista rolled onto her side a little, the big wolf paw sitting up onto her shoulder to keep her balanced, letting her rest her weight into him. Trista opened her mouth wide, gently fitting the fat form in the sheath inside then squeezed her lips around it. She pushed the sheath back with her lips, sucking gently as she tasted his manhood with a wheeze of pleasure. She dragged her lips up and down, rubbing the sheath up and away from the pulsing pink length. It was musky, strong and odorous with the seeming curse and foulness of the creature and yet Trista did not care. As if she were thirsty and drinking in fresh cool water, she pumped her mouth up and down the swelling length, gulping and moaning as it swelled within her mouth and the Beast gave a groan.

He lifted his big leg out, almost desperate to thrust into her mouth, but his parental instincts seemed to hold back his blood and lustful desires. He groaned in pleasure, licking his lips as Trista moaned and sucked, her mouth getting wet and greasy as she took in the monstrous form that just got bigger and thicker. She was compelled to pull it further down her throat, letting her throat squeeze it as she groaned and panted and drooled down the hot pink rod. The big wolf monster was panting in pleasure, utterly enthralled by Trista’s willingness before the knot began to form and he pulled himself out of her mouth with a soft grunt of pleasure as she gave a moan of upset.

“If you took that in your mouth, it would break your jaw. But I had fun.” The Beast grinned, his grin sliding up to almost wrap around his whole head as the monster lapped his mate’s cheeks free of drool. Trista felt just about satisfied but still uncomfortable as the Beast licked the top of her chest and her neck, showing tenderness that she was accustomed to with Dorjan, but not with this monster!

When another month had passed and Trista was looking close to blowing up, she was so huge, Dorjan was unwilling to leave the house for more than an hour at a time in case the babies decided to come early. There was always a neighbour coming in and out of the house, but Trista was getting more and more frustrated. She was bed-bound, only able to waddle to the water shed and even then Dorjan seemed to keep giving her a bedpan to use that she was not keen on dealing with. He barely stayed in the bed with her all night either, she’d get too hot and sweaty and once she threw a fur off her body, he’d step out into the living room and sleep on the sofa. Her desire for sex was growing and more than ever, she was finding herself constantly wanting to just grab at Dorjan, stroke him and suck him, but she knew he was not the sort of man to cope with that.

The morning of the night of the Full Moon, Trista had woken up desperately horny and was not willing to wait until the middle of the night to give the monster another failed blowjob. Trista though found that Dorjan was still lounging in the bed beside her, clearly too tired to get up and roll out or react to her moving about on the bed, but Trista found herself peeling the furs away to look at him. She shuffled downwards, looking to her husband’s groin and in particular how handsome his fat, human cock was. Shockingly, she almost thought it was not as nice to look at or work with as the Beast’s cock, musing she might be so used to it being neatly hidden away in a sheath and she almost giggled. But then she stretched out her warm hand and gently stroked at the already semi-erect object, giving it a few tender rubs as her bulky lover gave a soft groan of pleasure.

It only took a few rubs for it to become completely erect and Trista found herself licking her lips and getting excited as she shuffled down the bed. She gently wrapped her arms around his groin, careful not to crush him with her new weight, but Dorjan gave a sound of pleasure and spread his legs for her. She chuckled gently as she stroked his length up to her mouth, gently kissing at the tip and then down the length. She pressed her mouth hard against the base, pinching the top of his balls with it in a firm lippy bite that made him groan. His cock jolted, straightening up even more and thickening as she felt its pulsing, warm length as then kissed back along the shaft. She then opened her mouth wide, taking in the fat head and sucking it gently for a moment before then pulling it out. She licked around the head, then the slit and as Dorjan stirred awake, he gave a sharp gasp of shock as he watched her.

Trista licked at his shaft and then paused, looking to him and then blowing him a kiss as he gave a motion of his mouth as if to complain. His face was red, he was shocked at how thick and firm his cock was from her kissing and then he was giving soft moans and pants of pleasure as he watched Trista’s tongue swirl around the sensitive frenulum. He grimaced, slapping his hot hand to his sweaty face as he groaned and look down at her in total embarrassment as Trista continued to lick around it. She felt it jolt and flinch, bringing her fingers to rub the same area and listening to Dorjan’s contorted gasps as she looked him in the eye with a lustful expression that made him worry. She then opened her mouth and stuffed his thick cock in, greedily forcing it down into her throat, squeezing and then pulling it out with a wet slap as it tapped her lips and began to dribble precum.

“Trista…” Dorjan was looking at her with desperation, a kind of stern expression that said she was pushing him to the edge. Trista knew he could not have sex with her, but she could certainly make sure that they were both satisfied with this and so gently, she began to suck him off firmly again. He lounged back, groaning with hands brushing back his jet black hair as he groaned and bent his knees, trying not to thrust up too much though his hips were desperate. Trista squeezed the bottom of his shaft, showing him she had control but then feeling those suddenly jiggling motions against her hand as she chuckled and then once more opened her mouth wide and let him slip in again.

She continued to suck away in pleasure, her whole body trembling and shivering with pleasure as she moaned and slurped about his fat length. She felt it harden, tighten and swell and then she felt it butting and barging at the back of her throat as he tried hard not to keep thrusting upward. But then Trista felt a strange sensation of pain in her body, it distracted her enough that Dorjan’s cock thrust in deep, making her give a sudden choke, squeezing tightly around him that he groaned out in pleasure as his cum spurted out down her throat, thick and full as Trista gave a shiver, feeling like she’d just soaked herself as she moaned and swallowed the cum, only for Dorjan to give a bleat of shock.

“Trista! Your water’s broken… its too early!” With that, Dorjan pulled Trista onto the bed and hurried to find his trousers. He insisted he’d return soon, he hopped to the neighbours and sent them over whilst he galloped to find the local doctor. Trista lounged back, feeling the pains starting to roll down her body and yet, her lips smacked with pleasure at the taste of her mate’s cum… she really liked the way she’d had control of him!

But, she could only bask in it for a little while before the process of birth took over and with her new friend at her side and the doctor, Dorjan forced to wait outside and smoke with the friends to have come too, Trista had to go through a labour that lasted from dawn till dusk but was not only successful but she and her brood survived. It was being hailed a miracle by the surgeon and the priest had even arrived ready in case he had to say goodbye to anyone, only to be beckoned to bless the babies as Dorjan had gone to see the babies, burst into tears of joy and then insisted he had to go out for a while to cope. No one stopped him, Trista would be bed bound for a while, but Trista knew what it was about.

That night, when the moon was so high it was lighting up the house, Trista was lounging on the bed with her female neighbour and one of the young girls from the village who’d come to help, asleep on her floor. Nestled around her in little baskets were three beautiful babies, two sons and a daughter as the Beast had guessed. The first boy had come out without fuss and been large, he had been born with the lighter brown hair of his mother but she could see his father’s handsome features about him and she was very fond of him already. The last two had been strange, the boy had been born backwards, which had scared everyone and Johanna had mentioned in her village it meant the boy was cursed, but he come out awkwardly with his hand wrapped in the chord of his sister, which had also been wrapped around her hand. They had come out clasping onto one another and only when the sister had been born and screamed out, had the second son screamed out too.

The second son had jet-black locks, a stronger hue to his skin like his sister, but both of them were very beautiful and Trista was in love with them as much as their elder brother! But at that time when they were asleep, the front door opened and Bully pulled back with a whimper of ear, standing protectively at the end of the bed, hoping to help the babies as Trista watched the doorway fill. This time, the Beast had arrived on his hindlegs and was even more terrifying than usually as he slowly swung his legs out and approached her. The terrifying eyes were locked upon her but the Beast did not touch the other women and when he sat beside Trista upon the bed, he snuffled the babies and then nuzzled at her neck with a soft groan.

“This is very special for me Trista… I won’t be the only Beast in the land, we’ll have our work cut out, but with my children I won’t have to kill so much. You’ve saved us both once again…” The Beast growled softly, bringing his stinking nasty looking muzzle of teeth to Trista’s mouth before opening it to kiss her awkwardly as she welcomed it and him… aware that the bigger story was due to come….

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_So this is the end of Part One of this story, the next part is set on the eighteenth birthday of the children and all the situations they’re going through as the desires of the young Beasts start to emerge more obviously! _