Chapter 3: Chapter III

The walk through the forest as night truly set in soothed your frayed nerves. The moon and starlight broke though the canopy in thin streams that gave the undergrowth a ghostly appearance. Most of your kind felt isolated, exposed and alone in the shallow wood. Some even considered the Deepwood beyond to be sparse and little more than a borderland.

The true wood of the many dotted enchanted regions around worldroot trees or perhaps isolated regions of Witchwood. Places where trees would extend impossibly for miles and walking in a straight line meant little to the living world about you.

But it was here you felt comfortable, perhaps it was the distance from your kin, or the quiet. You did not give continence to the other possibility. That you were drawn to the very edges of your home by the world beyond.

“You going to eat me you pointy eared freak?” You give the girl behind you a look, then you glance down at her engorged mound.

“I might if you beg.” Her furious blush made you feel a little better.

“You disgusting hedonist. Nothing but a dishonourable barbarian. If you don’t heed your promise.”

“You will do what? You submitted yourself eagerly. I demand you become mine and your Prefect gave you to me, your master bargained with your life that manifestly has so little value that you yourself would submit to an uncertain fate.”

“My ancestors will know absolu-” You yank on the rope causing the girl to stumble forward and fall into a conveniently soft patch of grass before you squat over her.

“Tell me, how did this Felix respond so quickly when I took the girl? Just shy of two days and he challenges me knowing of things that are generations beyond living memory for a human. How did he know?” At first the girl looks confused, then slowly she thinks and some enlightenment must have reached her because when she looks up at you it is with a steely eyed smile.

“He really did play you for a fool.” It took all your willpower not to bend her over your knee and get her screaming again before face-fucking her until her belly burned with need for you and her mind had little left but wonton need. But you had to make efficient use of your time.

Nothing went unnoticed. Even as far out as this. Whispers of your actions would spread over the weeks and months and while they would be inaccurate it would draw interest. You did not want to end up the subject of gossip and scandal.

When you returned to your camp Astrid had questions that you did not have the patience for. You tied Soldier girl to a tree so she would have a good view of things and then you took your first wife long into the night ignoring complaints about blood and other such nonsense until she was sore, dehydrated and snoozing quietly all the while Soldier girl watched in shame as she could do little but rub her thighs together. You place a fur over her soiled body. Tomorrow the pair of you would have to do a lot of cleaning.

You finished your work with the buck. In quiet contemplation you began to clean the gore and dirt of the day from your nude form with the ice cold freshwater of the brook. In time both Soldier girl and Astrid had succumbed to exhaustion even as you sat in the quiet moonlight pondering your situation.

Felix needed to be dealt with. In a way that did not bring unnecessary bother to the denizens of the forest. Perhaps bringing in an ally would be the wise move. Various candidates came to mind but before long you settle on Amara, a Dryad that had made her home not far from here long before you were born into this world.

It was unusual for a Dryad to travel so far to take root and she was distant from the rest of her kind. Perhaps it was a feeling of common cause that drew you to the fey woman. Both of you had settled far from your kind. Visiting her and listening to her words would also be an act of respect considering the situation.

She was odd but still maintained the fey perspective of her kind. No doubt she would have been roused by the attack last night and be in the process of collecting her thoughts. She had been pleasant to you in the past but you will have to see how she would react to you now.

Sleep did not come to you naturally that night, while you did engage in a regular sleep schedule you could remain awake for days at a time should you need to. You let out a frustrated grumble but are pulled from your resting place by whispers at the back of your mind. You move to the shivering form of Solder girl and untie her from the tree before settling her next to your other wife. Then pull the pair of them to your body, more adapted to the cold and wild lifestyle to keep them warm. By daybreak you were relaxed, watching the peaceful faces of your mates overnight bringing an odd clarity with all you had to think about.

When Soldier girl first stirred you moved away from the pair and to your clothes, beginning to whisper a spell to cast away what little dried blood and gore remained on your body and the cloth. Before clothing yourself as the groggy girls slowly came too and noticed the position they were in pressed tightly together naked overnight for warmth.

There was a moment of awkwardness between the pair as they pulled apart but they were unwilling to leave the warm furs for the fresh morning air. A smile found your face as you heard the girls quietly whisper to each other. It was nice, no matter if they were conspiring against you they were at least getting on.

But you wanted to get a good start to the day. You strode towards the pair with a deep bowl of water warmed with your magic and with a hand plucked the fur from the girls and threw it aside. Astrid let out a squeal at the sudden and very fresh air playing over her body but you paid her little mind as you set the bowl to the side and with a cloth began to wash her, groping and squeezing her as you went.

“You could have warned me!” She snaps but does not make you stop. Likely due to the warmth of the water compared to the cool air. She even seems to be receptive to your attention to her firm breasts and sore womanhood. You have been going at her quite a bit since you met. It would not surprise you if she was somewhat bow legged for a while before she adapted. It was to her good fortune that you had another mate to allow her a little bit of a rest.

Giving Astrid a kiss on the lips you begin to wash Soldier girl. Making the woman squirm as you explore her well developed body in the sunlight. She was strong, for a human female anyway. A washboard belly and an incredibly defined back from exercise in armour. You paid considerable attention to her ample breasts, not nearly as impressive as Astrid’s bosom but cute on her body.

Your washing slowly turned into a thinly veiled excuse to pinch and grope and twist as the aphrodisiac addled women glared and groaned, unable to resist the feeling burning in her core. Another dose would not hurt. You stand and pull down your bottom wear exposing yourself to the red faced Soldier girl.

“I am not sucking your dick again!” She shouts and moves away from you as much as she can with her arms loosely bound behind her back.

“You enjoyed it so much last night.” You chide as Astrid covers herself in a large and fresh skin watching you both. You leave what she is doing under that skin to your imagination.

“You did something to me, some curse to make me want it! My throat is still sore.” You reach forward and grab the back of her head before pressing her face against your expectant member.

“I can be gentile if you put some effort into it. Or if you prefer women we can put that tongue of yours to use. It will be good practice for you to tend to your fellow wives.” She takes in a shaky breath filled with your scent. Weak compared to most of the monsters of the world but she had your essence in her belly and would forever be weak to you. Humans had little defence to even petty glamors and enchantment.

“Fine! Get off me.” She hissed and you relent, sitting back as she moved up between your legs and quietly licked her lips. Looking up at you before glaring and slowly taking your tip into her maw.

It was not the most impressive display and from her quiet and shameful moans and half lidded eyes you get the feeling that she enjoyed it more than you did. But her lack of talent for the art of pleasure was made up for in the perverse thrill that filled you at the sight of a woman who professed to despise your presence eagerly breathing down your cock as your other lover watched with equal shame as she pleasured herself.

It seemed Soldier girl did not learn her lesson from last night and when you let out a soft groan to signal your release she let out a squeal of shock and pulled back too late. You watched bemused as she coughed, your seed filling her mouth with several long streaks across her face. No doubt another dose of your essence would bring the resistant girl closer to submission. You hoped not too quickly.

You smile at Soldier girl before wrapping a skin around her for warmth and tying her against a tree with enough room that she can stand and walk about a little before turning to Astrid.
“Do not help her or I will be very upset with you darling.” You give her a pointed look before slipping into the forest with a cloak around your shoulders. It's not long before you feel the whispers of intrusion.

A considerable one. It seems that Felix must have done some prep work last night before starting bright and early in the morning. You arrive at the edge of the clearing with the tree Soldier girl struck the night before to find a small circle of fruits, grains and kegs of beer laid out in offering to the Deepwood, or more accurately, to you. With more small gifts being laid by a small group of villagers. All young maidens or boys who have not yet partaken of the pleasures of the flesh as is stipulated in the ancient compact.

Oh, apart from that one, you can smell it on her... Him too. Wait.

This village has considerably less virgins than you expected. How very odd. And an opportunity. It's a very minor infraction but it gives you some wiggle room. You stalk through the woods allowing the trees to carry you as you follow the groups as they look fearfully into the treeline much more fearfully then your Astrid was.

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Going at the slow pace of the group of young villagers it takes some time before the forest begins to thin and the boundary between the forest and the world beyond blurs and you behold the village.

Nestled in a valley and fed by a river that comes from the forest that divides the valley, the Village sits on both banks. Slowly meandering towards a larger hill where two large stone buildings sit, one you remember has some religious significance and has stood as long as you have resided here but the other is new. It's been decades since you have inspected the village but it's quite shocking to see the large stone building dominating the landscape. A wildly distinct style to the structure was also concerning.

The new building is large and wide with two stories and several columns at the front of it and a large wooden double door. You can’t quite see all of it from your angle but you note that it has large glass windows so thin that you can see through them with a clarity that rivals the great elf glassblowers. The other buildings in the village, while different from how you remember, have nothing as curious nor are they painted in such a distinctive bold red colour.

At a balcony over the door you can just barely make out three figures watching as the village prepares and delivers the first offering. The first is clearly Felix with his shining armour but the figure to his side is colossal, standing head and shoulders taller then Felix and with a wolf head hat. To the other side of Felix is a short figure in a dark brown robe with its features obscured.

While you do intend to visit Amara the changes in the village demand investigation, you puzzle though various possibilities before settling on a safe and effective means of gathering information.

With a plan in mind you retreat back into the forest, you begin what can hardly be called a hunt in any respect considering your knowledge of the area of the forest you inhabit. You make your way to a few shallow caves looking for something to use before you find a colony of bats sleeping. You pluck your skinning knife from your belt and flip it into the air before catching the blade and sending the knife into the air to strike a slumbering bat.

There is a wet thump, quiet enough that the other bats only stir slightly as you catch the falling bat with your knife stuck into its middle and quickly ensure its dead before crushing it in your hand and drinking its blood. Leaving the cave to call your spell into the air.

It's painful, for what reason you cannot say but the magic that contorts and twists your body does so in a savage, primal way. You pull your mind away from the experience as the body of the bat becomes ash and you become a bat. A rather large one but not unnaturally so. Instincts demand your submission but you dismiss the beast within with ease and throw yourself into the sky, getting a feel for your temporary body.

It had been very little time at all since you began your search for the bat and set yourself on this path, but as you watch the wood below you think you feel your heart pick up. Your mouth dries and you feel an electric, deep, fluttering of your insides. You tell yourself you have nothing to fear, that you are the predator and all else is pray. But you are outside of your domain and inside another's.

It's not easy but there is a thrill to it. Your eyes are ill suited for information gathering but after you begin to focus and filter out the useless noise about you it becomes easier to listen to the many voices below you. Little snippets of information along the way to your goal.

“-issing, nothing but torn clothes and that hatchet.”

“-pecting us to just reward the cursed place for taking her aw-”

“-lasted Empire dog, and that beast too!”

You pass too quickly to get a good grasp of the exact conversations but from what little you can see they are being held far away from Felix’s manor. Eventually you settle yourself down upon one of the red tiled sections of roof overlooking the balcony. You were careful to approach from the rear of the property so that you would not be noticed. You peer over the edge at the three below trying to chase away the feeling of being exposed, watched, unsafe outside of the wood.

Even with your poor eyesight, with your hearing and this close you get a much clearer view of the three figures. The first on the right is not a tall man with a wolf’s head at all. It is a tall Beastman. Or more accurately, a Beastwomen. A wolf that stood upright in a bipedal manor with armour and a sword on her hip matching Felix and a pensive stance as she watches the village perform the rites.

Beastmen or even a beastwomen working with Humans? Had the world outside the forest gone mad?

In the middle Felix lets out a loud yawn and sips at a large bowl of soup and to the left stands the figure in the brown cloak. Small, especially compared to the two people next to her, this close you can see her slight from and can almost sme-

You slip back as the small figure glances up at where you were just peering down at them. You hiss softly and echolocation informs you that the girl spent a moment longer looking, scanning the roof before turning back to the other people on the balcony. You don't risk exposing yourself again.

“And you are sure you have them ready for tomorrow?” The clocked girl asks.

“Yes Piper, exactly like you said, it's the last day I am worried about.” Felix yawns again as the Shewolf to his side snorts.

“Afraid to shed a little blood?”

“No, no nothing like that. We are just taking a risk here. I expected the blasted Elf to take a swing at me you know. Almost lost my head. I don’t like taking risks like this, she might not even agree to do it.”

“You? Risk averse? Bullshit. You must have loved staring her down just a split second from death.” The she-wolf let out a deep chuckle.

“He does tend to make a habit of it.” The small cloaked girl agreed with a smug and knowing tone.

“Regardless if I have wasted one of my servants, months of produce and spilt my own blood in an absurd ritual for nothing then I don’t know what I am going to do.”

“Get a knife in the back, you know she is doing the exact same thing... well not exactly the same thing. You know what I mean.” The girl, Piper let out a sigh as the Shewolf got the last word.

“Over my dead body.” Before the three slipped into the house and left you to ponder.

You took to the skies as you processed the recent information afforded to you. The presence of a Beastwomen so casually was quite the anomaly, such creatures were confined to the planes and wildlands far to the east and were decidedly too savage to engage in anything approaching a civilisation.

At least that is what you were told, you have never actually met a Beastman or woman. The she-wolf had carried the same colours as Felix and seemed at ease with him. The two women are likely close advisors or even friends.

The trio were strange, and did not fit the rest of the village, even if it had been decades since you had carefully studied the world outside of your claimed territory. There had been no officials carrying the colours they did, none who spoke as the pair did with the curious accent nor had you seen a building like the manor that he lived within. Perhaps the village had recently been conquered in some petty mortal conflict?

Your attempt to gather information had only left you with more questions, speaking to Amara could allow you to process what you had learned and find a way to deal with this situation without becoming a laughingstock.

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