Between her legs she felt a great emptiness, a loss, though nothing had ever been there. What would the forest lord feel like inside her? All that thick, hot meat inside her throbbing pussy, thrusting until he planted his seed inside her...
The thought aroused her further, and Klara sighed and whimpered through her nose. Above her the stagman grunted, his hips jerking, and then that clarion call bellowed through the cave, a sound so huge it blocked everything out, and then something was pumping down her throat, hot as fire. His seed.
Klara gagged and choked as he spurted into her stomach. Some of it came back up, flooding her mouth with the hot, wild taste of him. Fire and forests and smoke touched her tongue, snow and rain and lightning. His cum kept pumping, until it ran down her face, dripping over her chin and down her throat, and her stomach filled to bursting with his feral milk—
*
Klara woke up, hurting all over. The fire smoked and burned low in front of her, and weak morning light beamed in from the front of the cave entrance. Wincing, she pulled herself upright, her neck screaming in protest. All her bones felt as though they had been ripped out of her body and put back in wrong.
Blinking, Klara tried to clear her head. The chill of the cave seemed to have receded a bit. Nothing like the heat of last night. Last night...
The forest lord. He had come for her. He had come to take her, to fuck away her virginity, but he hadn't. First he needed his revenge.
Or did he? Klara looked down at herself, blinking in the dim light. She remembered with perfect clarity the ripping of her clothes, but in the dimness she could clearly see her clothes were whole. Her mouth was sticky and tasted strange, but that could have been a side-effect of sleeping in a smoke-filled cave. Her jaw hurt, but that could have been from clenching it in her sleep.
A thread of despair slipped through her. Had she dreamed the encounter? If she had, then there was no hope...
And yet. And yet...
Her stomach did not growl. She was not thirsty. The forest lord had promised he would sate her hunger and slake her thirst. She had eaten nothing since yesterday morning, and yet she felt fine. Pressing her lips together, Klara shifted where she sat. Her wrists, still streaked with blood, no longer smarted beneath the cuffs.
Had he visited her last night? Had she truly let him fuck her mouth? Had she truly liked it? The sticky warmth between her legs suggested that yes, she had. Oh, she had.
Licking her lips, Klara settled back against the wall, her hands coming to rest in her lap, hovering above the secret, virgin places of her body. Could she give herself the pleasure the stagman had only hinted at?
No. No, that was ridiculous. Even the thought of touching her own private parts, newly awakened though they may be, made her flush. It was fine if the forest lord took her body, but touching herself would be a sin.
With a sigh, Klara resigned herself to a long day of waiting.
*
Master Kazmer returned late that afternoon. His lean, dark frame blocked the light from the tunnel and his footsteps scraped over the stone floor, clumsy and human. Unlike the stagman's graceful pace, Master Kazmer stumbled and cursed.
Whereas normally the sound of Master Kazmer's approach would have filled her with fear, now Klara felt peaceful. She was to be sacrificed to the god, and the god would take his vengeance on Master Kazmer. There was nothing to be afraid of. Kazmer himself would not take her virginity. At most he would try to do the same to her as the stagman had last night. She'd known there were ways of pleasuring a man that did not involve giving away her maidenhead, but she had been innocent of them until the stagman. Now that she knew what Kazmer wanted, she would bite his cock off if he tried it.
She wondered what sort of form the forest lord's vengeance would take. Would Master Kazmer drop dead in front of her? Or would the forest lord come for him himself? Klara decided she didn't care, as long as justice was meted out.
Master Kazmer entered the chamber, a cord of wood slung over his shoulder, and she lifted her chin and stared at him defiantly.
He smiled at her, showing his yellowed teeth. "Good afternoon, Klara. Have you thought about my offer?"
"Yes," she said. She had thought a lot about it.
"And will you submit to me? I will release you if you do. And if you do not..." His eyes traveled over her body, and Klara felt the same revulsion she'd always felt. It was a relief, to be honest. After her wanton reaction to the forest lord's using of her mouth, she had been worried that she had turned into a whore, eager for whatever attention any man would give her. She was glad this wasn't the case.
"I will not submit to you," she told him, her defiance aided by her lack of thirst and hunger. "Never."
Master Kazmer's face darkened with a scowl. "You will be singing a different tune tomorrow, my dear. Thirst can drive a man mad, and hunger can drive a woman to whoredom."
He unloaded the cord of wood and built the fire up again. "Don't want to fuck a frozen cunt," he told her, "but you can still buy yourself time today. I will use your mouth, and then you will have some snow to slake your thirst."
"Anything you put in my mouth will be lost," she snapped back, and she clicked her teeth at him, in case there was any ambiguity in her words.
To her surprise, Master Kazmer just barked a laugh. "Tomorrow," he promised. "Tomorrow, I will use you. You will be too weak to resist."
"Tomorrow will not come for you," Klara said, but uncertainty was building in her. When would the forest lord kill him?
"I think perhaps that tomorrow is the last for you," he said. "Until tomorrow, Klara." And with that he stood and left.
Klara stared after him, listening to his footsteps retreat down the tunnel, waiting to hear him gasp and gurgle and keel over from an attack, but she heard him mount his horse and click his tongue, and then he was gone and she was alone again.
*
By the time night had well and truly fallen, Klara was beginning to wonder if the stagman hadn't been a vision brought on by hunger. As the evening had turned to dark, her stomach had begun to rumble and her mouth had grown dry in the smoky air. Had she only imagined the forest lord, a magical creature brought up from the depths of her mind by need and fear? It was certainly possible. Hunger can drive a man mad, and thirst a woman to whoredom... In her case it might be both. If she had summoned the forest lord only in her head, she truly was a whore, willing to lie with a beast before a man.
Klara sat in her chamber and waited, wondering if the stagman would return. He had to return. He had to. He was her only hope. The fire danced before her eyes, warm and hypnotic, and she stared into the flames, hoping to divine the future...
She woke at the sound of the stagman's mating call. Her whole body responded this time. Under the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples hardened, as though she knew the call of her mate by heart, and between her legs her pulse beat an insistent rhythm. Would he take her tonight, or would she swallow his cock again? Running her dry tongue over her lips, Klara found she didn't know which she would have preferred. She could summon the taste of him to her mind, and she liked it.
The sound of his footsteps in the tunnel made her blood rise, and by the time he entered her chamber she was faint and short of breath, thinking of all the ways he might use her, though whether she was swooning with maidenly humility or hungry desire she could not say.
When at last he appeared in the firelight, he looked even more magnificent than the night before, if that were possible, but his eyes were dark.
"Where is the man who dared touch you?" he demanded. "His stench is all over this sacred ground."
Klara swallowed. "He has come and gone," she said. "I did not know when you would return."
The stagman gave a grunt, clearly displeased, and Klara shrank back. No matter the delicious pleasure he gave her—however unwillingly she received it—one swipe of those antlers, one stomp of those hooves, and she would be nothing but a red stain on the stone floor.
Then his nose
twitched in the firelight, wet and gleaming, and she knew he was scenting her out. Did he smell the sticky desire between her legs?
The smile that cut across his face told her that yes, yes he did.
Klara sagged against the wall as he rounded the fire again and came to stand before her. His cock hung flaccid and pendulous between his legs, but she knew it could quickly be brought to attention. Whereas last night she had looked away from it, tonight she couldn't stop staring at it, and it twitched beneath her hungry gaze.
Reaching out, the stagman lifted her chin so that he could look her in the eye. "I can only come in the night," he said. "Darkness is my element, where fire burns brightest. If I am to take you, he must be here in the dark."
Klara swallowed. “Then I will keep him here,” she said. “I will trick him.”
His smile grew wider. “Of that I have no doubt, little Sacrifice. You are like a vixen. Clever. Vicious. Brave.” He tilted his head. “I found your trail, and traces of the blood of the filth who dared to touch you. You tried to kill him.” Reaching out, he dragged a thumb over her cheek. “Such strength,” he said. “Almost worthy of...” He trailed off and drew back, his large dark eyes watching her. “You will trick him tomorrow, and in the dark I shall drag him down to the underworld.”
Klara nodded. She didn't know how she was going to manage that. But she wanted the forest lord to kill Master Kazmer more than anything.
Well, almost more than anything.
Again her gaze flicked to his cock. It was already swelling where it hung between his legs, and the memory of it thrusting down her throat made her so weak she had to lean back against the stone wall to stay upright.
"You desire me," the stagman said.
She raised her eyes and looked him full in the face. Where yesterday he had been queer and monstrous, tonight he seemed less so to her. His magnificent antlers spoke to her of strength, and the thickly corded muscle of his shoulders stood out in the firelight. She wanted to run her hands along them, and in her lap her fingers twitched.
She didn't reply. She found she couldn't quite admit she desired him yet, but his smile told her that he knew already.
What would he do to her tonight, now that he could not yet take her body? Klara feared and longed to find out.
She didn't have to wait long.
"Stand, Sacrifice," the stagman said, and she obeyed. His voice, deep and resonant, rubbed across her skin like a touch. Her breasts felt flushed and heavy as she stood up on trembling legs, and she leaned back against the wall, thrusting them out in front of her, aching for him to touch her, afraid that he would.
Her fears and desires both came true. Reaching out, he cupped her breasts and kneaded them, his touch rough and possessive, and Klara moaned as her unbreached pussy begged for his cock. The little nubbin of flesh between her pussy lips stood at attention, and she couldn't help but place her own hands on his, urgin him to take her more firmly in hand.
"Hands at your sides, Sacrifice," he told her. Reluctantly, she did so. His thick, powerful fingers ripped her dress again, and her breasts bounced free, the tips dusky with desire in the firelight. Dipping his head, he opened his mouth and suckled hard on first one stiff nipple and then the other, drawing cries of pain from her. His tongue, hard and rough and flat, slapped over her nipples, wrapping around them and drawing them deep into his mouth with such force she thought she would be lifted off her feet. And yet it made her want him all the more.
"Ah," she cried out. "What are you doing to me?"
He didn't answer, only scraped his hard, flat fingernails down her stomach, then gathered her skirt in his hands and lifted it over her waist, exposing her moist cleft to the air.
Klara put her hands against the wall behind her, the chains clanking, as, to her shock, the forest lord knelt down in front of her. The great antlers bobbed before her face, and, unable to stop herself, she reached out and stroked them.
A rumble in his chest told her he liked what she was doing. As he lifted one of her feet up, shifting her weight to the other leg, she let herself touch his antlers. Smooth and hard beneath her fingers, they felt good. Rough, but also polished. Crooking her fingers, she scratched them with her fingernails, and the sudden clamping of his hands on her hips told her she was on the right track.
Could she put the tip of one of these antlers in her pussy? Would that count as deflowering her? She wanted to ride him in whatever way she could. Emptiness raged in her belly, and she thrust her hips forward, begging him to take her.
He pushed her leg over his huge, broad shoulders, opening her to him, and stroked his fingers over her soaking slit. Klara shuddered and moaned, her pelvis thrusting against his hand, and then he moved forward, his great antlers pinning her to the wall as he put his mouth on her.
His huge, flat tongue probed her entrance, scraping against the pearl at the top of her slit, and Klara shrieked, her knees giving out on her. Only the leg over his shoulder and her hands clinging to his antlers kept her from collapsing to the ground. Sensation flooded her, and she blushed, embarrassed. His mouth... his mouth down there...
Then he thrust his tongue inside her pussy and Klara forgot all about being embarrassed. Her blood raced, flooding heat through her body as his tongue fucked her hole, dragging over her secret needful spots, the places she'd never known existed. Rough hands probed and stroked her ass, squeezing great handfuls of flesh so hard she knew she would bruise, but she didn't care. The pain and the pleasure mixed in her head until she couldn't tell one from the other. The points of his antlers dug into her breasts and belly, pinning her against the wall, and she squirmed, unable to breathe as his tongue stroked her higher and higher. The sound of the flat, wet slurp of his tongue in her folds filled the chamber, and Klara's eyes rolled in her head as pleasure she had never thought possible flooded her senses. "Ah, my lord, my lord," she cried, hips bucking into his mouth as he dragged sighs and moans from her.
This was what she had been missing out on? This was what everyone was so excited about?
She had been a fool.
And yet if she hadn't, she wouldn't be knowing this pleasure now, and the knowledge that she could give her virginity to the forest lord as a gift filled her with fierce pride and wonderful pleasure.
I can give him this, she thought. My sacrifices were not in vain.
Again and again the great tongue dipped into her pussy. Saliva and her own inner juices slicked down the inside of her thigh, and his hot breath gusted over her like a burning summer wind. As though the sun itself had dawned inside her chamber, Klara filled up with warmth, subversive shivers cascading out over her skin, rippling up and down her spine. Her scalp tingled as her toes curled, and she tightened, the tongue inside her thrashing and curving over her intimate inner geography. Her eyes rolled in her head, pleasure obliterating thought.
Angling his mouth over her pussy, the stagman pressed his damp, slick nose against the little nubbin of flesh as his tongue licked every ridge and curve inside her slick passage. With his nose, he drew slow, deliberate circles around the little pearl, and Klara collapsed against the stone wall, her body completely under his control. She arched and squirmed, her whole being galloping toward something she knew existed just beyond her knowing. Something was rushing up to meet her. Fear and curiosity warred with her newfound abandon, and then she found her release.
Klara had never felt anything like it. Her skin dissolved into waves of pleasure as her pussy contracted and quivered around the stagman's tongue, and Klara shrieked at the sensation, riding it and being ridden all at once. Like a sunflare inside her body, she ignited, shimmering, dancing, thrashing at the forest lord's mercy. The sharp hard points of his antlers kept her pressed against the wall and she gasped for breath as the first orgasm of her life crashed into her again and again.
Slowly it receded and she sagged against his antlers, struggling to breathe. "What have you done to me?" she begged him, but he said nothing, only stood, his hands at her hips turning
her around again, the same as he had done last night.
Ribs aching, her bruised flesh radiating sweet pain, Klara leaned against the stone. It was warm on her forearms, as though baked by a long afternoon in the sunlight. Blinking stupidly, she stood as calm and placid as a cow as the stagman squeezed and massaged her ass.
What was he doing? She thought he couldn't take her yet... She couldn't take his seed into her womb until the insult against him had been repaid... so why was he preparing to mount her.
The thick, slick shaft of his cock slapped against her lower back as the stagman took it in hand. Rolling it over the swollen, aching mounds of her behind, he seemed to enjoy simply touching her with it. Klara wiggled, her body remembering its hunger again as another wave of moisture gathered inside her pussy.
"Oh, please," she moaned. "Please, take me."
The forest lord chuckled. "All in due time," he rumbled, and then the slick head of his cock stroked between her legs.
Klara arched her back, rubbing his cock between her damp lips, aching, needing. She needed him inside her. She needed his seed. She didn't care that it was unholy, that it was dirty, filthy, perverse. She had to have him. It was destiny.
The forest lord stroked his cock between her legs a few more times, then pulled back, leaving her bereft. Klara sobbed with the loss.
Then the slick head of his cock was pressing against an entirely different entrance, and Klara froze. Her whole body became stiff.
Surely he couldn't mean to... he didn't mean to put it... there?
Did he?
Roughly the stagman thrust his hips, and her puckered entrance parted for him with a painful stretch. Klara shrieked, trying to twist away, but he held her fast, pressing her into the wall with only one powerful hand as he guided his cock into her ass, not pausing to let her adjust.
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