2 comments/ 23972 views/ 5 favorites Hunter of Evil Ch. 01 By: mrPIT Chapter 01: The succubus "Are you sure about this?" Murdoch was glad his back was to Alaine so his eyes could roll for the dozenth time. By now the question was becoming a ritual as was his answer, "Does it matter?" "This time is different!" she pleaded. Again, part of the ritual. "No... it's not," Murdoch snapped. "You haven't faced a succubus before! She could–" "Actually give me a good time," the hunter laughed as he stepped into the circle they had drawn on the stone floor. "You know the plan?" This time Alaine rolled his eyes. "Put salt around the circle and don't check back on you till the end of the week." Murdoch nodded and thanked his friend. He waited as the salt was poured and Alaine had left. In truth, his heart was beating a little faster and his groin was hardening at the thought of his coming prey. Maybe this hunt would be more fun than usual. Closing his eyes, Murdoch began reciting the Latin words he had memorized. When he was halfway through the incantation, a breeze rustled against his skin and sweet smell touched his nose. It was as if the best scents in all the world had gathered in that room, and embracing all of them, was the unmistakable smell of sex. The incantation finished, Murdoch opened his eyes and his flaccid cock sprang to full life at the sight. On the straw bed they had set up, a nude women resided. Her breasts were full without being grotesquely large. He could not see her ribs but neither was she overweight; her body flowed in curves that would make the hills of Ireland jealous. She was also completely without hair save for the raven mane that surrounded her like a dark halo. "Who calls me?" she asked. Her voice felt as if it was caressing his ears, pulling him toward her as every syllable dripped with lust. Her hand traced the curve of her hip down to her dripping pussy as she breathed, "Do you need my... services?" "It's... been... awhile," Murdoch gasped, as the air seemed to grow heavy. The woman rolled onto her back and a long tail snaked out between her legs, beckoning to him. "mmmm... Your desire should feed me for awhile," she moaned as her pussy lips parted slightly, the lips glistening. The hunter glanced down to learn that somewhere along the way, his clothes had been shed. He moved toward the bed and knelt between the woman's legs, the scent of her pussy drawing him down, his lips meeting hers. The succubus's legs wrapped around his shoulders as her thighs pushed him further into her sex. The scent of it all overwhelmed his mind with lust, causing his tongue to snake out where her lips pulled it deeper into her. For untold hours her remained in her loins, lapping up the juices that poured out of her until her hands and tail began pushing him upward. His face still dripping, Murdoch kissed his way up her stomach to her luscious breasts where he dried his lips sucking upon them. "No more," the succubus moaned. "Give me your seed." Raising up, Murdoch poised over her a moment, admiring the beauty beneath him. Her face was soft, beautiful, marred only by a desire that seemed to physically pain her. He doubted there was a man in the world that could resist her pleading as he placed the head of his engorged cock at the mouth of her boiling pussy and let it draw him in. Sheer pleasure overwhelmed his senses as he bottomed out. Her pussy was perfect in every way: it's warmth, it's smoothness, the way it caressed his cock, Murdoch struggled not to cum then and there. The succubus's arms reached up and pulled him into her embrace. The sensation of her breasts against him, her lips touching his as she wrapped around him drove everything but this woman from his mind. He savored it all for a minute before moving his hips to thrust into her. The succubus's legs tightened on him as she moved her pelvis in time with his and they began a slow fucking. In and out, Murdoch thought he would never be able to find a higher pleasure than the demon beneath him as his gentle thrusting grew harder and more intense. She didn't protest but moaned with joy in their kiss as he pounded her harder and harder into the straw. Each time he drove his cock as hard and deep as he could, her pussy gripped it tighter, trying to keep it from leaving and heightening the sensation as he withdrew. Finally, she gripped him so tightly, he couldn't pull back but pushed into her as deep as he could and exploded. The succubus broke their kiss and arched back as they both screamed with mind shattering orgasms. Murdoch collapsed on top of the succubus, gasping for air as he against savored the touch of her body against his. But, without releasing him, she rolled over on top of his and sat up a moment, letting the trickle of moonlight through the room's sole window highlight her stunning beauty. "Seems you're not quite done," she grinned as she began to ride up and down his still rock hard cock. "With you... I don't think I ever will be," Murdoch laughed as he reached up and ran his hands over her breasts. Placing her hands on his chest, the succubus's tail caressed around his balls as she bounced up and down on Murdoch's cock with the ferocity of a lioness in heat. Laying back, the hunter closed his eyes and allowed the sensation of this perfect pussy absorb his entire world. The succubus didn't appear to suffer from any fatigue or exhaustion as she rode him for hours, her pussy stroking, pulling, coaxing his cock into releasing his seed again. Less time passed before he against exploded into her and the two of them cried out in simultaneous orgasm. "Oh... god!" she gasped as he sat up without slipping from her. "You are getting bigger," the succubus moaned as she again thrust onto his pole. This time there was no mistaking the lust that was consuming her dark eyes as she wrapped her arms around his head and used them to leverage herself. Of their sexual positions, this one was by far the best of them all and Murdoch watched as her head lay back and, for once, the succubus accepted wanton pleasure rather than dispense it. He pulled her closer to him and continued to match her thrusts until he again could feel them approach orgasm together. This time she went first, her pussy clamping down upon his cock harder than it ever had, cum flooding from her as she leaned back and screamed with absolute abandon. As he felt himself also cumming, Murdoch leaned forward and bit into the succubus's neck. She gasped in surprise as he drained the blood from her. Her orgasm continued even as she tried to push him away, but Murdoch wasn't the one that had grown weaker. At last, she stopped struggling, her arms actually embracing him. As the life left her, she whispered in her ear, "Thanks, at least, for the best I've ever had." *** Alaine tried to listen as she fumbled with the keys to the abandoned hut. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt her friend in the middle of his... 'job' but it seemed perfectly quiet inside. She had barely gotten the key in the lock when Murdoch opened the door for her. With a jump, Alaine tossed the flask of holy water upon him. Murdoch glanced down with annoyance at his damp clothes. "Must you do that every time?" "No offense Murd, but the one time I won't will be the time you're possessed," she retorted. Hoisting the body of a shriveled, naked young woman over his shoulder, Murdoch pushed past into the afternoon sunlight. "It is a beautiful day," he smiled at the sun as the corpse evaporated. "The waterfall is still purified," said Alaine as she handed him a blessed bar of lime. "Still? Maybe we are starting to make a difference," Murdoch muttered as he took the lime and headed toward the river. "Where do we go next Alaine? Some more vampires? Or have some werewolves finally shown up?" "There appears to be someone imitating the Lady of the Lake to the detriment of several knights. We suspect it might be a mischievous water nymph." "Ooo... a new challenge. To Dozemary Pool then!" Hunter of Evil Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Homeward Bound Murdoch stood up and wiped a stray trickle of blood from his mouth before placing the body in front of him into the creek, causing it to dissolve. The nymph had been very pretty, indistinguishable from a human woman except that the hair on her head was never dry. The trees were too thick in this part of the forest for him to see the time of day but he could tell it was only an hour past noon from the slant of the sunlight through the leaves. When was the last time he had finished a hunt so fast? Most of the day still remained before Alaine would rendezvous with him. Stuffing his clothes into his pack, Murdoch took off upstream to a familiar haunt. A quarter of a mile he arrived. The place was secluded, hidden by the surrounding rock hollows that the creek streamed off of into a small pond before continuing on to the house he had grown up in. It was his favorite place to escape to when he was younger and many hot summer days had been spent skinny dipping in the chilly waters. Of course back then the water was much deeper whereas now it barely came to his chest. He stood a moment and let the cascade flow over his head. It wasn't the Savior Falls nor did he have any blessed soap on him but it would cleanse him a bit for now. Murdoch sensed before he heard the presence approach. Spinning around he dropped in the water up to his chin, stirring up the pond bed to cloud the water as his hands searched for a good sized rock. A few feet from the bank, a statuesque woman leaned against the trunk of a birch tree staring at him with a sly grin. She was completely nude and lean, he could see a few of her ribs as she stretched, showing off her smallish, but very perky breasts. There was not a hair on her but save for her deep red cropped mane, the color of blood. Her eyes were a bright green and pierced his with such intensity Murdoch thought he might grow blind. But this did not stop him from smiling. "Hellow Isabel," he said as he got up out of the water and took her into his arms. "Murdoch," she gasped after they shared a deep kiss. "Mmmmm.... you've grown up quite well," she moaned as her hand traced his toned body. "This does bring back... fond memories," the hunter said, jumping as her hand reached his groin. "Let's relive some of them..." Isabel laughed as she pulled the human to the ground. *** It was official, Murdoch was now an adult. This was the start of his last week at home and he was not sorry to say bye to any of it... except for the woods. The forest that sat upon the property of his family's lord had always been the only real friend Murdoch had and he knew it better than anyone, including the secret waterfall. The underbrush and lay of the land made it very difficult and dangerous to reach unless you knew the right path and he'd used it many, many times to hide from his folks or the other kids of the village. It was a hot day near the end of June this time when he reached the falls and decided to cool off in the water. Now he lay upon the leaves that had fallen around the pond's shore throughout the years, staring up at the sky as he remembered all the times he'd spent here. A rustle drew him upright and he looked to see the most gorgeous woman he could've ever imagined standing there before him. Like any of the other boys, he longed for the company of the girls around the village but none would have him, nor could his parents arrange anything with their neighbors, Murdoch had resigned himself to a life of celibacy. Yet here was a girl approaching him, a real flesh and blood woman who's lust seemed to mirror his own in her eyes. He had heard many sermons on the dangers and corruptions of lust, but all of them flew from his memory as the nude woman leaned down and pressed her lips against his. The boy thought he was going to explode with sensation as pleasure raced through his body, concentrating in his rock hard cock. The woman leaned him back onto the ground without breaking their kiss. Her tongue slid between his lips and Murdoch thought heaven could be no better than the touch of this woman against him. As one of her hands gripped the back of his head, the other slid down to his crotch, caressing him to new heights of joy that curled his toes. Any conscious thoughts that might have been in his mind evaporated as instinct took over. Murdoch's own hands traced the contours of the woman's body before grabbing her hips and trying to maneuver her waiting pussy over his desperate cock. She didn't release him but instead placed his penis' head at the mouth of her vagina. The woman winked at him as she pulled back finally, raising up as she slowly slid down upon his throbbing member. Murdoch groaned and growled like an animal as the silky pussy enveloped him. The woman too moaned with pleasure as she bottomed out on him. They savored each other a moment, their hands flowing over each other's body. Then the woman began to raise up and sink slowly back down. The boy thrust with her as his eyes rolled back. He could not imagine a tighter or smoother pussy surrounding him. Their bodies rocked faster in time together as their cries of lust echoed through the trees. Murdoch wished he could never leave this moment, never have a single second that he wasn't inside this woman as she bounced upon his cock. The two of them thrust harder and harder as if their groins could never be close enough. Suddenly, Murdoch sat up slightly, gripping the woman's hips as he drove deeper into her than ever and came with explosive force. The woman too dug her fingers into his back as she arched her back and screamed, cum soaking his cock and balls. Exhausted, the two of the fell back onto the ground. It was several minutes before Murdoch was able to get his breath back, saying, "That... was beyond... incredible." The woman sighed with contentment as her hand tickled his chest. "I've... I've wanted this for so long." "Who are you?" "I am Isabel," she said, raising up to give him a kiss. "I've watched you a long time, Murdoch." At his bewildered expression, she continued, "These woods are my home. I'm a dryad. From the first moment I saw you... I knew you were someone that truly loved me and my sisters for what we were." "Why couldn't I have met you sooner?" the boy sighed. "Thursday is my birthday and I will officially be an adult. I've been given a chance to become a squire and... maybe someday, a knight!" He stared at Isabel's beauty as he caressed her cheek. "I don't know if I'll ever return." "I'll wait as long as I have to," she whispered. Then, pulling him on top of her the dryad giggled, "But we can still make the most of this week..." *** "That seems like such a long time ago," said Murdoch as he and Isabel cuddled. "Not that long for we who's souls are bound to the trees," the dryad smiled, her hand sliding down to his cock. "I've waited for you." "Isabel..." "I know you've probably been with other women," she interrupted. "I don't care. Hold me like you did that week in June." "I... can't," he replied, his eyes glistening with sorrow. "But... you are not bound to another. I would not even be able to touch you." "No it's... I'm not the boy you loved long ago." Isabel smiled and in that moment it took every ounce of Murdoch's will not to take her then and there. "I know, you're now a man." "No I... I've been changed." "Other than becoming much more physically appealing?" He nodded. "In order to combat the growing evil around us, I've been... some might say blessed, technically it's a curse. I'm stronger now, and my senses are greatly improved. But..." The hunter paused a moment. "Let me put it this way: some say that vampires are a perversion of humanity, well you might call me a perversion of vampires. I feed now on the non-humans." "So? We've been here for an hour now and you haven't bitten me or anything," Isabel protested. "True. But a side effect of my curse is that... I can now last indefinitely sexually." "Sounds like a good thing," the dryad laughed as a too familiar gleam touched her eyes. "No, it's not. With each orgasm, my cock grows larger. Exactly how big I can get, if I even have a limit we haven't determined yet but I was able to entrap even a succubus upon me. But... I cannot seem to become flaccid again... I can't stop having sex until I've fed. When I bite the girl I'm being intimate with and drain her, then I have my last orgasm." An uncomfortable silence settled between them until the dryad broke it. "So make me like you!" "I'm... not like vampires that way my dear. I only feed, I cannot give life or transformations." Tears cut a stream down Isabel's cheek as she fell into Murdoch's arms and sobbed upon his shoulder. *** It was just after sundown with Alaine reached the old shack that her partner had arranged for them to meet at. Pushing aside the reed curtain that served as a door, she found him laying on the ground upon a straw mat. "How'd it go?" Alaine asked, leaning over him so her face would block his view. "The nymph is dead," he muttered, his gaze unfocused. "Is everything ok?" "Yeah," he said, getting up and shouldering his pack. "I got some extra soap from father Eli and instructions on how to identify pure waters, so we don't always have to be dependent on Savior Falls." Murdoch said nothing but continued on. "What happened?" inquired Alaine. "Just... saw an old friend." She didn't know what was going on, but Alaine could tell by his tone that Murdoch was not going to talk about it any more and further prodding would only anger him. Finally she decided to try and cheer him up. "I do have some good news. The do appear to be signs of a werewolf pack in Northchester." "Good. I'm getting hungry." Hunter of Evil Ch. 03 Chapter 03: the Wolf Pack Motion out of the corner of father Austin's eyes caught his attention and he looked up from the board he was holding, causing an eruption of swearing from the town's carpenter. "That will be ten Hail Mary's for you," replied the priest without turning. Two figures were approaching the little town of Northchester from the southwest, where there were no roads but only forests. The man caught his attention first. A tall and broad chap, he fit the description of any random fighter one might find about the land. However, he wore no armor, nor carried any weapon – not even the tell tell signs of a concealed dagger. His clothes were ragged and dirt stained and carried many memorials of bloody battles. His hair was cut in a short, haphazard manner, standing up every which way in a wild, fearsome manner. Even his beard, though full, had thin patches where someone had torn clumps from. On his back was a large pack that showed the bulging of provisions, not a sign of any weapon. And his eyes... they were an impossibly dark brown, such that Austin wondered if this man might be a son of the dark, not of man and woman. The woman that tread by his side was such a beauty that for a moment, the priest's heart ached with a mournful passion (though later he rationalized that the woman's looks were heightened by comparison with the man next to her). Her black hair was also cut unusually short, just down to her neck though it did frame her face well and seemed to make her blue-green eyes sparkle that much more. She was about the normal height of most women, but a life of travel and hardship had thinned away her fat and toned her muscles into gorgeous curves. Her lips were almost as pale as her skin, further demonstrating her lack of access to the makeups even some of the poorer women possessed. Her lips too were slightly parted, but rather than appear as if her teeth were too big for her mouth, this instead gave the woman the appearance of ever on the verge of a stunning smile. She too wore no armor and carried only a tall, smooth walking staff. Her clothes were simple as well, ones that could almost be mistaken as those of a man's if her midriff wasn't exposed scandalously by the refusal of her tunic to meet her pants. "Can I help you?" asked father Austin as he approached the two strangers, his hand slipping into his robes to grip the rosary he carried there next to a small vial of holy water. "I am Murdoch, this is Alaine," the man answered. "I've been sent here by Bishop Corsini to deal with a... problem your village is reported to have." The priest studied the young man a moment, waiting for the punchline. When none came, he looked to the girl but her gaze confirmed Murdoch's seriousness. With a sigh, Austin gestured for the two to follow him and led them to the town square where the full destruction could be seen. "As you can see... you're a little late." Alaine gasped in horror and even the stoic Murdoch seemed a bit uncomfortable. Very few of the remaining buildings were undamaged. The least destruction were windows that had been widened beyond design. Other huts had large holes smashed through their thatch roofs, while large piles of rubble stood where buildings had their walls smashed in and collapsed. Murdoch stepped close to the priest so he could whisper, "I thought the full moon was tonight." "The wolves come out the night before and after the full moon as well," sighed Austin. "We were lucky this time, only four people dead, none converted. But what about tonight? When the beasts reach the peek of their frenzy?" "How long have you had this problem?" asked Alaine as her partner started to drift about, scouring the area for clues. "Three generations ago, we have records that werewolves attacked before," the priest answered neither hiding his voice nor inducing a reaction from the people within earshot. "But it seems that... we thought they were wiped out." "Think this is a matter of revenge?" Alaine wondered aloud. "Descendants being attacked for the sins of their forefathers?" Austin was about to respond but the question wasn't directed at him. "Or a statement," answered Murdoch from a crouch, his back to them. "Find something?" asked the priest as they joined the hunter. Murdoch pointed to a spot on the dirt road which had become damp enough with last night's rain for an impression to be left: a paw print. "I don't understand," said Alaine, "it looks like just a normal wolf track." "Except the inner toe is too large," replied Murdoch. "It's not unlike a human's thumb." Then, he leaned down, putting his face almost in the mud. "What's he doing?" grumbled Austin. "Getting the scent," said Alaine. They watched as Murdoch stood up and scanned the village, his nose flaring. They followed him as he wondered the neighborhood, studying each resident, ever sniffing the air. They had almost made a full circle, heading back toward the town's church when he suddenly grabbed a young boy by the back of the neck. "What are you doing?" demanded the priest as Murdoch hauled the protesting youth to the town square. "Blacksmith!" he shouted with a booming voice. "Bring any iron cage you have and secure it before the alter in the church. Now!" Mummers of disapproval rumbled through the villagers even as the blacksmith obeyed (for Murdoch's command was hardly one that could have been disobeyed by even the stoutest heart). When the cage was brought through the crowd and taken into the church Murdoch ordered, "Go about your business." When protests began to form, he shouted, "This youth will not be harmed, but I have reason to believe he is connected to your current troubles." "Please," said father Austin in his most soothing voice. "Sir Murdoch is here in order to save us from this wickedness. I will ensure Paul's safety." *** "I cannot keep you from their anger indefinitely," snapped the priest when they were behind the church doors and he had locked them. "You show up at our village without warning or notice and proceed to accost our young men! I'm sorely tempted to let my parish give into their murderous desires toward you," he barked as Murdoch hauled the kicking and screaming boy down the main aisle. "If I'm wrong, the boy will be repaid with armor of pure gold," he replied as he stuffed Paul into the smith's cage. "It's too small!" the boy complained. And indeed it was obviously designed to hold nothing much larger than an average pig. "Quiet or this will all become far less comfortable," Murdoch snapped, as he crouched before the cage and studied Paul intently. Alaine who had been silent and almost invisible during the entire scene, lay a hand upon her partner's shoulder. "What is it?" "This boy reeks of wolves," the hunter growled. "He's one of them." "That not true!" Paul screamed, pounding the cage. "Sir Murdoch, do you have any way to support your claim?" demanded the priest. "By nightfall I will," he answered as he stood. "And if the boy doesn't transform?" "As I said, he will be laden with treasure. Until then, we need to prepare the village." Then, leaning close to Alaine, he whispered, "Stay here." The girl nodded and watched the two of them exit to the still disgruntled rumbles of the villagers. Once they were gone, she curled up on the front pew and studied the humble church's gorgeous architecture. She didn't know how long it was but at some point she became aware of the sound of soft weeping. Glancing at the cage, Alaine saw the boy curled up with his back facing her. "Begging for forgiveness?" she asked. "What forgiveness?" he choked out. "The forgiveness that is offered to all who come to Christ," she answered. "There is none to be offered to one such as I," replied Paul as he sat up best he could and looked at her. "It's true?" He nodded. "Murdoch's right, I am one of them." "How long?" "Two months ago. I was helping my dad hunt for our meal that night when we got separated. I stumbled upon this beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair, bathing nude in a pool of clear water. She bade me to come and..." "You fornicated with her." Paul nodded. "When we were finished, she nibbled playfully on my neck – though I learned later that was when she bit me – before straddling my face with her loins. Then I was forced to drink of her juices. A few weeks later, the full moon came, and I found myself drawn to the woods, where I found that girl and her pack." "So before now, you've just been playing off in the forest." "You can't imagine what it was like. When we transform... every inhibition vanishes. Every desire is given free reign and we do whatever we desire. I can't pretend to be possessed or acting beyond control. Everything I've done while in wolf form... it's all things I've wanted to do. The scariest fact is... I'm starting to enjoy it. We eat whenever we want whatever we want and often the pack erupts into a frenzied orgy." Alaine got down from her seat and crouched next to the cage. "What did you do last night?" Paul tried to answer but tears and sobbed wracked his body. "It was someone you liked wasn't it?" He nodded. "A girl in the village. A girl you always wanted and... last night you took her." "I... I can still hear her screams," he weeped. "All of her pleading, her begging, it only fueled me on as I took her; first as an object of lust, then as one of gluttony." "Help us stop them, and maybe we can save you," whispered Alaine, holding her hand against the bars. *** "What do we do?" asked father Austin once Alaine had finished relaying the information Paul had given her. Murdoch's brow was furrowed in concentration for several minutes before he answered. "Gather the village into the church. You said they had an aversion to silver?" Alaine nodded. "They have a distaste for iron as well but not one as strong as the Fey. Silver is the strongest repellent." "And you trust Paul?" asked the priest "We're about to find out," answered the hunter. "Gather all the silver in the village. Touch the boy with a sample of it and see if he hurts. If so, we need to melt it all down." "Why?" "So the blacksmith can plate it over the church doors. We'll also need to ground some silver into a fine powder, mix it with salt and line every windowsill." "Going a little overboard?" questioned Alaine. "I don't think holy ground is enough to repel them alone. Judging from the broken headstones yet the unharmed church, I think we can assume that some of the normal rules apply, but not as strongly as against ghosts or vampires. We also need to get Paul out and secure him somewhere else. I doubt he can escape but I don't know the limits of werewolf strength. I'd rather not have an escapee wrecking havoc among refugees." At first the village was reluctant, but at father Austin's urging they at last rallied and, with Alaine's and Murdoch's help, they preparations were almost finished by sunset. Every man, woman, child and weapon was gathered into the church and every possible entrance was secured. When the sun was halfway to its rest, Austin met the two hunters on the church steps. "We made a pair of weapons for you," he said, holding out the gifts. "The spear is for you Alaine. We put a silver tip on the end of your walking stick. You should be able to kill them without getting to close to their bite. We didn't have much left but made the best sword we could," he said to Murdoch. "It's a sword? I swore it was a dagger," the hunter remarked as he turned the double-edged two foot blade over in his hands. "As I said, the best we could do. Sure you don't want a spear?" "Their bites don't concern me. I had the smith fashion the silver on the doors into a cross since there wasn't enough to cover them as hoped. Now listen... the wicked cannot generally break a stain glass window depicting a holy event. But all the same, even with the salt, keep everyone back from them." Austin nodded his understanding and started to enter the church while Alaine hung back. "You sure about this?" Murdoch stared into her eyes for a moment, admiring their beauty. "Kill every wolf tonight. We'll determine those that are men later. Take care of yourself and be safe." Then he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek before heading off into the darkening woods. *** With the thick tree canopy, the forest grew dark with a frightening pace. Before the sun was at full rest, Murdoch heard the howling. He stopped and readied himself as a rustling began to grow around him. Barks and growls darted through the trees, a code spelling a challenge and his doom. Though all of his senses had grown sharper, Murdoch smelled the wolf pack before he could even see them. Pausing in a place where the trees seemed to grow closest together, he threw his small sword into the ground and watched as half a dozen gray and white wolves melted out of the darkness. They were huge, their shoulders as tall as any man. Powerful muscles tensed as teeth bared. Murdoch waited as the pack coiled to pounce before crying out his own challenge and charged the beast to his right. His actions threw off the pack's timing and two wolves leaped while three charged. His target stood on its hind legs, revealing nasty claws and fangs that glistened in the moonlight. But Murdoch ducked and tackled the wolf about it's midsection, slamming it against a tree with enough force to cause bark to explode and the sound of bones breaking to drown out all other noise. With one hand he gripped the wolf's fur and spun, shoving the injured into the fangs of it's pouncing pack-mate as his left hand flew out and backhanded another charging beast with enough force to shatter its jaw. Releasing his captive, Murdoch spun to the other wolf who was still sailing toward him. Grabbing it's muzzle, he used the beast's momentum to pull it over his head and straight into the ground. The remaining pair paused and backed away. This prey was clearly faster and stronger than any they had faced before. The third that had been given a taste of his own kind stumbled to his paws and joined the circling predators. Murdoch pretended to not noticed them as he tilted his head to crack his neck. Then, without warning, he charged forward. This time the wolves tried to scatter, but he caught one by it's back. Picking up the whimpering werewolf, Murdoch gave it one hard shake that snapped its back before using it as a projectile to bring down one of its fleeing friends. The other he ran down before it got far and broke both of its legs. The wolf lay at his feet whimpering with pain and, for a moment, he felt a bit of pity for it. Until a shrill voice pierced the air. "When they heal, their wrath will make even Satan cower in fear." Murdoch looked up to see a young man, not much older than Paul, crouching on a log a few feet from him. He was naked but it hardly mattered as most of his body was covered with gray fur. On top of his head was a pair of pointed ears and a tail could be seen swinging into view from behind. His nose and mouth were elongated and when he spoke, pointed fangs glistened. "I guess werewolves are a diverse lot." "They are young," the newcomer laughed. "The longer we live, the stronger we become, until... we become the perfect blend of man and wolf." While he was speaking, seven more like him – all males – melted out of the darkness and surrounded the human. "After so long... we don't even need the full moon to obtain our true form." "You're going to blab me to death? You are evil," sneered Murdoch. Their eyes met and an understanding passed between the two warriors before the wolves attacked. The werewolves speed, strength and numbers would have slaughtered any man, but Murdoch was in motion seconds before they. To any outside observer the entire scene was a blur and over in seconds as the human ducked under the first wave of claws and drove his fist, feet and head into any part of any opponent he could reach. Two dropped and their chief (he assumed the one who had spoken to him was the pack leader) fell back, gasping for air. Another almost had his paw on Murdoch when the hunter whirled, grabbed the wrist, and turned, breaking the arm in two places and dislocating the werewolf's right shoulder. One tried to land on his back but was flipped over and his head twisted to an unnatural position. When another tried to claw Murdoch's heart out, the human grabbed the attacker and pulled it to him, biting into its neck. Those members of the pack that could still move began to regroup. "What are you?" demanded the chief. Murdoch dropped his meal and licked his lips, savoring the taste of fresh blood in his mouth and the flood of power that coursed through him. "Me? I am the nightmare of nightmares." He could smell the fear and panic roll off the werewolves like steam but they didn't retreat. Instead they all charged at once, howling. It twenty seconds they all lay upon the ground moaning in pain. "All this time I've been longing to face werewolves and this is it? That was disappointing," Murdoch sighed as he turned to retrieve his weapon. He found a woman bathed in a ray of moonlight holding it. Where her fingers touched the silver blade, smoke emitted and an intense scent of burning overwhelmed the nostrils. Motion caught the hunter's attention and he notice three other girls come toward him. Every one of their nubile bodies was unclothed and the smell of sex smothered the area, causing Murdoch's head to spin and his loins to stir. "Not many can defeat a pack of werewolves," said the first woman, her voice husky. "Even fewer would deliberately disarm themselves." "I... like to work with my hands," Murdoch gulped, trying to concentrate. "You're very strong," she said with lust dripping from her words as she approached him. By now all four girls had reach Murdoch, their hands running over his body, but his gaze was locked into the pale eyes of the one speaking to him. "We could use you." With that, the women tore his clothes from his body, causing Murdoch to gasp as the cold night air struck his boiling cock. But the women quickly covered him with their own bodies and dragged him to the ground with kisses and fondling that threatened to overwhelm his senses... Hunter of Evil Ch. 04 Chapter 04: feral orgy If there was one side effect of Murdoch's curse that he wasn't fond of, it was the insanely potent libido that coursed through his blood. He was surrounded by four werewolves but he couldn't find the strength to oppose them as their claws stripped his clothes and he was pulled to the ground. All four were still in human form, the appearance of lithe, nubile young women. All but one of them had smallish breasts that matched well with their thin, tight bodies. The breasts of the fourth (who's hair was as black as the night) were like a pair of watermelons. She pulled Murdoch's lips to her erect nipples and he began sucking and kissing her mounds with a fervor. The blond and redhead meanwhile ran their moist tongues along the length of his shaft as if it was the world's last ice cream while their nails ran tantalizing over his balls. The one with white and brown striped hair (he assumed she was their leader) sucked on his ear as she took his left hand and guided it to her pussy. His fingers touched the folds and the lips opened for his fingers. "You will beg to join us," she gasped in his ear as three of his fingers slid into her snatch. At the moment Murdoch was not in a position to disagree as the dark-hair took the hand that was already under her and she also guided it to her dripping cunt. At that moment, he felt one of the other two (he couldn't tell as his head was still buried in breasts) close her lips around the head of his cock while the other used her tongue to pull his balls into hers. Murdoch's fingering ministrations grew more intense as the oral pleasures consumed his senses. The night was filled with the moaning, growling and howling of the girls on top of him as one of them reached orgasm. He too could feel his loins grow with the need to release when the two at his crotch stopped. He actually whimpered a moment before he felt the parts of his manhood again engulfed. Apparently they had traded and the new girl that was upon his cock was beyond incredible. He shuddered as she took his entire length into her throat before pulling back slow, sucking as hard as she could. The dark-haired one howled as another orgasm soaked his hand and the leader joined her soon after. The sensations were too much and Murdoch began bucking, thrusting instinctively as his body coiled in preparation. Finally it was too much and his body was rocked by an earth-shattering orgasm that ripped a pleasureful cry from his body. He lay there a moment, gasping for air as he surveyed the sight. The faces of Blond and Red were covered with his cum (some was even in their hair) while Dark and Stripe were caked with sweat and gasping as well. Red spoke, her hand cradling his cock, "Look mistress! He remains hard without any effort from us!" Their leader crawled over and took the penis in her hand. She stroked and fondled it almost reverently a moment before straddling the hunter's lap. "Think he can seed all of us gals?" Their eyes and smiles turned into a predatory lust as they moved into new positions. Dark stayed on his right, moving her slit up and down his fingers as Blond pulled his left into her. He watched Stripe lower her hot snatch onto his hardness before Red's hairy cunt lowered over his face. He didn't like to eat fuzzy pussies but the scent of sex drew his tongue to her slit. Still wet and hot from their earlier session, the girls were soon humping whatever part of him was at their disposal – he could even feel Red and Stripe lean forward and begin kissing and fondling each other. Their pussies thrust harder and harder upon his hands, tongue and cock until the entire orgy erupted into one simultaneous orgasm. "Oh god! That was beyond incredible," moaned Stripe as she slid off him. "Mmmm.... still hard too," she winked at Blond. The four of them rotated counter-clockwise so that now Red was on his left with Stripe on his right. Dark lowered her very soaked cunt onto his lips while Blond took him into her. The process repeated until all four had cum again (though this time they were a little off) then, another rotation. They rotated one more time so Dark could have her turn on his cock while Blond rubbed her loins on his face. By now Murdoch was getting desperate for a final release but it seemed that the lust was beyond his control. He could feel their teeth nipping at his skin and he wondered how much longer it would before they tried to convert him. The hunter enjoyed this final leg of the orgy until he felt himself and the women begin to shudder with impending orgasm. He arched to drive his rod as deep into Dark as he could as he angled his mouth and bit into Blond. The sudden and different sensation caused her to howl louder than anyone had until Murdoch's cum erupted into Dark and her cry almost deafened him. The hunter hadn't realized how hungry he had gotten as he greedily lapped at Blond's blood while his cum poured and poured into Dark, overflowing onto his thighs. He felt Stripe and Red go through their throes and slump off his hands. Free, he grabbed Blond's hips and held her to his mouth while she and Dark continued to wither in a never ending chain of orgasms. At last the blood slowed and his cock went limp. The last two women fell off him and they all lay still as small "aftershocks" continued to course through them. Murdoch, his face, thighs and hands dripping with cum, got onto his hands and knees and crawled over Dark. She halfheartedly batted at him as he kissed up her body, pulling another moan from her. He took his time, every brush of his lips inducing a twitch. The hunter reached the wolf's neck and savored it while she spread her legs pulled him to her. He waited until they were touching before biting. Dark's eyes snapped open as she tried to fight back, but Murdoch had the leverage and she was too weak from the previous orgy. Her voice had also fled her and only a quiet gasp escaped her throat before he last breath did. Murdoch stood up and wiped his mouth as a second wind coursed through him. These women were stronger than any of the other wolves he had faced earlier. He turned to try and finish off the remaining pair. "I'd prefer it if you joined us willingly but... I simply must have you in my pack," said the leader as she and Red stood. "Jadra!" shouted the other woman. "He's killed them!" The leader moved faster than anything Murdoch had ever seen as she tackled him, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. But she jumped back and began spitting. "I'm afraid you'll find me a bit... distasteful," the hunter chuckled. "You're bitten. You will become one of us," snarled Jadra. "You can't curse one already cursed," Murdoch replied. At that moment the two women attacked. Their snarls filled the air as Murdoch ducked beneath their pounce. Both of them began transforming with fur sprouting over their bodies, nails growing into full claws and fangs filling their jaws. Their coats matched the rest of the hair, even Jadra had a mix of blond and brown hair save for a silver patch on her torso. Murdoch readied himself as they grouped to attack him. It was less than a second before they charged again, their claws and arms a blur. For a moment they danced, all three of them in ballet of violence where none could land a solid blow until Jadra's claws raked his back and Red stole his breath with a kick to the chest. Murdoch staggered as the women started to circle him. They are too fast, he thought. I've got to try harder. This time they came from both sides. Murdoch blocked, ducked and weaved between their blows, the fight a blur to any observer. At last they were able to dig their claws into his shoulders and throw the hunter into a tree, shattering it. "You are... different," mused Jadra. Murdoch struggled to his feet, glaring at the werewolves before a roar of his own broke the night air. Charging forward he slammed his shoulder into Jadra, knocking her aside as he backhanded Red. Before she could recover, he drove his fist into her stomach. Her breath taken, Red stumbled as Murdoch pulled her to him and tore open her throat. Her body didn't even hit the ground before Jadra tackled him. Stars flashed in his vision as her claws dug into his arms, pinning him. She lunged, her fangs aiming for his face when she suddenly fell back. "I was wondering when you'd show up," Murdoch laughed as Alaine helped him to his feet. "You look like hell," she teased. Her eyes settled on his cock a moment and widened before she turned to pull her spear out of Jadra's back. "There was a small wave that attacked the town but we drove them off." "I've incapacitated most of these. We'll need to make sure we–" Murdoch stopped when the werewolf stirred. The two of them stared as Jadra stood back up. Her height and muscles were growing as the fur grew thicker and her face grew longer. When she spoke, her voice as almost a growl. "I cannot die!" "Ideas?" squeaked Alaine. "Run!" The two took off into the forest as fast as they could with Jadra right on their heels. As they were running, they came upon the ruins of an old stone building. Lifting Alaine onto his shoulders, Murdoch pulled ahead of their pursuer and dove inside, slamming the door closed. The two of them crouched in the middle of the floor and readied themselves. The thundering of the wolf's feet grew louder and louder... but nothing happened. The snarling of the enraged beast suddenly stopped and the night grew eerily calm. "Now what?" asked Alaine. "She knows we're going to ambush her the second she comes through that door," said Murdoch. "I bet she's going to try and lure us outside..." "But we can wait till sunrise," Alaine finished. They sat for a long minute, listening for any sign of the werewolf but heard only the usual sounds of the night. "What do you suppose this place was?" wondered Alaine. "Looks to be a small monastery," Murdoch answered. Suddenly the wall behind them exploded as Jadra charged. But the structure was too unstable and began to collapse in on itself. Grabbing Alaine, Murdoch lunged for the door... It was awhile before Alaine realized that the darkness blinding her was not death. Judging from the heat above her and the breath washing over her face, she realized Murdoch was propped over her. The door had fallen on them followed by debris of the ruin and the only thing keeping them from being crushed was her friend. "Are you ok?" she whispered. "This... is.... very heavy," Murdoch grunted, a bead of sweat falling onto her cheek. "I don't know how long I can hold it." "It's... not much," said Alaine, her hand brushing his stomach. "But thank you." "For... getting us... killed?" he chuckled before dropping closer to her as the weight settled. "For giving us every second we can have," she answered, leaning up to touch her lips against his. Murdoch returned the kiss and it grew deeper. "I... I love you Alaine." Taking his face in her hands, she whispered back, "I've always loved you too." Hunter of Evil Ch. 05 Chapter 05: Love's Price 7 years ago... "Why not?" Alaine screamed. "A knight's path is not suitable for a woman's feet. Return home and bear sons that might fight for the glory of our people." With that, the quartermaster turned away, leaving the young girl fuming. Whirling on her heel, she stormed out of the courtyard muttering curses that would net her a fortnight's worth of indulgences. The blood was pounding so hard in her ears she failed to notice the voice addressing her. "What?" she snapped, frustrated that her rage had been interrupted. "I asked, 'Why did you even try'?" said a young man leaning against the inner wall of the castle. He couldn't have been more than a few years older than her. His hair was cut short, almost to his scalp, and his face was incapable of growing more than a faint stubble. His clothes were the rags of a peasant. "Why not?" Alaine growled. "I can fight as well as any man out there." "No... you can't," said the boy, gesturing for her follow him. Alaine's fists tightened till even her trimmed nails drew blood from her palms. She remembered the last time a boy drew her to a secluded place. Right now she relished the chance to bust some teeth. "Want to test me?" "Man is born to fight and give death. Woman is born to birth and give life," the stranger replied. Alaine rolled her eyes; didn't she just have this conversation? "There are but three ways to deal with this reality," he continued. "You can give in and go back to rear your brood. You can deny it and try to fight against nature Herself. Or you can accept it and adapt." "What do you mean?" asked Alaine, her curiosity drowning out her anger. In a heartbeat the boy spun around and drove his fist into Alaine's left shoulder, knocking her to the ground. "Most men will be bigger and stronger than you," he said, standing over her. "They know this and will use it. You must utilize your speed to outmaneuver them." The boy held out his hand. "Want to learn?" Alaine considered the offer in the dirt while she rubbed her numb arm. "What's your name?" "Murdoch." As usual, the training of pages began with winter, a final contest to be held when spring dawned. Murdoch set up a place for Alaine to stay in secret and every moment that they were not training, she did chores to build her stamina and muscle. By the time spring arrived, she had begun to blossom into womanhood. She found her attraction to Murdoch growing while she noticed he seemed to be growing attracted to her as the training honed and shaped her body into luscious curves. Too soon the spring was coming and a trial was to be held for the pages. The winner would be given the rare chance to choose the knight they served. The rest would be chosen by their masters as usual, having exposed the dearth of their skill. "I'm not hungry," said Alaine as Murdoch set a plate of stew in front of her. "Neither are any of the other contestants," he replied as he moved behind her. "You'll need the edge over them. Swallow past your stomach's protests." Alaine tried to eat though it was difficult to move the food past the knot in her stomach. "We have to press your breasts to your body and I have some large clothes you can wear to hide your hips," said Murdoch as he cut her hair to make it look more boyish. "You think I can win?" she asked. "Without a doubt," he answered as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. 5 years ago... "You must be the man I've heard so much about." Murdoch nodded as he extended his hand in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you bishop." "And you as well," said Stephen, shaking. After a cursory bow, the two turned to survey the church's garden as they walked. "I hear you will be up for knighthood soon." "Thanks to your gracious opportunity," said the squire. "It was the least I could do in payment for your selfless services to the faith. Though I must wonder..." "About?" asked Murdoch as he stopped with an inquisitive expression. "Just how deep your commitment is to this land," answered Stephen as he studied a sprouting tomato plant. "I will serve all my brethren who live upon this shore regardless of nation or master, as long as I live." Stephen couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I see you've memorized your oath very well. And I have no doubt that the spirit of it impresses upon your heart as well as the words." The bishop stood to faced the younger man. "How willing are you to serve?" "What is the point of this?" "You must understand... Murdoch, we're losing the fight against the fey." The young man stood frozen a moment as the words sank in. Finally he muttered, "I've... always suspected..." "We have an idea – a plan which we need a volunteer for." "Me? Why?" "It's... Murdoch you're one out of a hundred. You have the skills of a knight, but lack the blood of a noble." "Oh. You can't risk one of the precious nobility. So why not me? A worthless commoner with the fighting skills of the trained." Stephen sighed, "I wouldn't have put it so crudely." "What has to be done?" "There is a curse that will be placed upon you. After that, you should have the strength and power to defeat any fey you encounter, possibly even a few dragons – though I would prefer you refrained from trying." Murdoch studied the bishop a moment. Though he had tried to keep his face cheerful, there was a sadness blanketing his eyes. "What will I have to give up?" "Large parts of your humanity no doubt. Also... you... can't be a knight." The last sentence hurt worse than any blow Murdoch had ever suffered. "You will have the full support and backing of every royalty in the world. You will also be granted unlimited traveling rights and complete autonomy – though some supporters might withdraw if you... disappoint them." "I want a helper too. A friend whose presence might slow the loss of my soul." Stephen could not hide his delight at Murdoch's acceptance. "Of course. We'll search the country for-" "No. I know who I want and I can tell you where to find her..." Today Alaine knew patience was a virtue but right now she was not feeling very virtuous. She had studied every detail of the stain-glass windows, paintings and sculptures in the church and was on the verge of breaking some when the deacon finally returned. "Bishop Stephen will see you now," the deacon said with a bow. "Ah, Alaine! Good to see you," said Stephen as she stormed into his office and he rose to greet her. Her anger was restrained enough for her to remember proper decorum and she bent to kiss his ring. "How is Murdoch doing?" he asked as he sat back down. "I heard the two of you had quite the crisis." "We were buried alive, but the chasing werewolf dug us out to have her vengeance." "And I assume Murdoch finished her off. Alaine nodded. "What has been done to him?" "I thought you knew." "I want details!" Ferdinand sighed and took a moment to compose his thoughts. "Some... pagan cultures believed they could imbue their warriors with the spirits of beasts. A few of these warriors grew out of control, escaped, and became werewolves. Nosferatu wages a deal with the Devil, thereafter him and his progeny are cursed to wander the Earth. Throughout the world numerous accounts can be found of men gaining great power at a price. We... figured out a way to curse Murdoch." "With?" The bishop shrugged. "I don't know what it was. Some viking traders had brought a beast unlike anything I'd ever seen from a place they called 'beyond the horizon.' It seemed ferocious enough so it's essence was bonded to Murdoch." "Can you do it again?" Ferdinand shook his head. "The creature disintegrated when the ritual was finished and we do not have another." Alaine shook her head. "I mean... could you use a different animal?" *** The water was cold enough to steal breath out of his lungs, but after sitting beneath the falls for a fortnight, Murdoch had grown numb to the temperature. Holding up his hands, the warrior sighed. The long black talons still stuck out from the tips of his fingers. He didn't have to look at his reflection to guess that his eyes were still completely black save for the red dots that were now his pupils. The tough battle against the wolves seemed to have brought out more of Murdoch's inhumanity. Would he ever be able to visit a human settlement again? Motion out of the corner of his eye interrupted his musings. Dropping back a little deeper into the waterfall, he studied the cloaked figure standing on the banks that had somehow gotten closer to him than he should have allowed. "Austin told me you were still here," the figure said. Murdoch stood up and back out of the falls so they weren't drowning out his ears because he thought he knew that voice. "Alaine?" Reaching up, she undid the clasp on the cloak and let it fall to the ground, revealing that it had been her only piece of clothing. Murdoch felt a stirring in his loins more powerful than anything he'd ever experienced (even that night with the succubus) and his heart began thundering against his ribs as she approached. Like a dam bursting, the realization of how deeply he'd fallen in love with her consumed him. Before she reached the water, Murdoch pulled his gaze from her stunning, sparkling eyes and realized there was something different about her. Her short dark hair was not tucked behind the ears as usual, but instead a pair of triangle, furry ears stood on the top of her hair, as dark as her hair. Other stripes of dark fur followed the curves of her body. There were a pair of points just beneath both eyes that accented her cheekbones. Two more stripes of fur began just below her luscious breasts and circled around her back before twisting down her thighs to perfectly frame her vagina. Behind he could see a long, furry tail sway with her stride. His tongue was paralyzed until her body pressed against his, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down into a passionate kiss. Murdoch savored the sensation of her body against his, his hands tracing her curves as she pressed her crotch suggestively against his while her sandpaper tongue entwined with his own that had grown fairly extended. Her tail tickled his balls beneath the water before lightly gripping his hard cock and placing it at the entrance to her womanhood. "Alaine," Murdoch gasped as he barely pulled back. She tried to quiet him but he persisted, "I don't want you to be—" "I do want this," she replied before shattering his resolve with another passionate kiss. Yielding, his hands gripped her hips as her legs wrapped around him. They both moaned in the kiss as they pulled together and he entered her, shattering her cherry. For a moment the two lovers held each other and let the separation between them dissolve. "You're... bigger than I thought," Alaine gasped. Murdoch gasped as her impossibly tight pussy caressed him. "What... happened." "Don't hold back," she said as she pulled back just a little before slamming back down on his cock, eliciting a moan. "Take me." Nothing more was said between them as they began to thrust except for moans and gasps. Murdoch's vision became blurry as pleasure drowned his senses. A low rubble began to emit from Alaine's stomach and he realized it was purring before the vibration upon his cock pushed him over the edge. Thrusting as deep as possible, he exploded and drew out her orgasm as well. "Don't pull out," Alaine gasped as the wave subsided and his cock began to grow in thickness and length. Murdoch started to head toward shore as Alaine began moving upon his hard member again, moaning, "Oh god, don't stop." The sensation of her eagerness buckled his knees and they fell upon the soft grass next to the river. Propping himself up, Murdoch began to pound his lover with full force. Beneath her lover, Alaine grew more vocal as she tried to meet his thrusts, "Oh Murdoch... fuck me! Fuck me like you've always wanted to!" Suddenly another orgasm ripped through her and a roar from her lips scattered nearby birds. They begun a few hours before sundown and by midnight they barely slowed. "I guess we know exactly how large I can get," laughed Murdoch as he rested his head a moment upon Alaine's breast. "I'm so full... don't ever leave me," she moaned as she stroked his hair though her entire body felt like porridge. "You know what I have to do to stop," Murdoch replied as he moved up to gaze into her slitted hazel eyes. "What we both must do," said Alaine with a smile that revealed a pair of extended canines on the top and bottom of her teeth. "When I said 'take me' I meant absolutely." Murdoch stared at her a moment before raising her up with him until he was sitting on the ground and she straddled his lap. Alaine slowly ground her pussy upon his rock hard cock as their eyes gazed into one another. Her pace grew faster and more frenzied until, she slammed down upon his cock one last time and she felt his teeth pierce her neck as her own bit him. The blood rushing into their mouths drew one final simultaneous orgasm from them that was so intense, they passed out, and spent the night entangled within each other's arms. Hunter of Evil Ch. 06 Chapter 06: Theft "Give the boy to us." Gracia looked up at the two intruders in her court. One was a man, tall though he hunched over as if bearing a terrible burden. His eyes were black save for a small glint of red from his pupils. He reeked of humanity but she could taste a hint of one of her subjects upon him. The woman at his side wore little under her traveling cloak exposing the stripes of fur that matched her raven dark hair. A tail swayed behind her and a pair of cat-like ears twitched upon her head. "I don't know what you mean," the Faerie queen said as she shifted in her chair to give her perfect form the best presentation. "Paul, he's a werewolf," said the woman, speaking for the first time since they arrived. Gracia studied them with a bemused expression. "Come with me and we will negotiate his release," she said as she stood and lead the way to her private chambers against her advisers' wishes. She made sure to sway her hips in the most tempting way possible as they followed. When they entered the lavish sleeping quarters she shut the door, locking it with her magic. "I know well of both of you, Murdoch and Alaine," the queen said as she shed her translucent dress, her gossamer wings catching the sunlight to give her naked form an unearthly glow. "You've been hunting my children and subjects for awhile now. Yes I know of you two very well." "If you're going to refuse our request, then why invite us into this farce?" growled Murdoch, his curved fangs glistening. "Because I'm not going to refuse you," smiled Gracia as she settled onto her bed. "What do you want?" gasped Alaine as even her breath was taken by the queen's beauty. The faerie traced a hand over her plump breasts and waiting hips. "As I said, they are my children and so I am without a suitable mate to keep me company." "You cannot have my husband," growled the other woman. "Of course not!" laughed Gracia. "I am not asking for him for a lifetime. ...Just tonight." The request did catch them off guard. Murdoch reached out and took Alaine's hand for since their union they discovered they could now share thoughts when touching. Could you try to hide your lust of her? Alaine laughed at him. Even you find her attractive to an extent he scolded back. I know you're just dying to fuck her brains out, but I don't want to share you. As if she was listening to their exchange, Gracia suddenly said, "Of course, your lovely wife is more than welcome to join us and partake in the fun." This does seem to be the most peaceful way to get Paul back noted Murdoch. "Oh what the hell? This could be fun," said Alaine out loud as she reached up and tore the leather bra and loincloth off, leaving her as naked as the queen. In the blink of eye Murdoch shed his own clothes and approached the Faerie's bed. In truth he had been extremely horny since their arrival. The queen's body was beyond flawless, muscular and trim, every curve a testament of perfection. Her hair was a multicolored hue of blues, reds, greens and so many more that sparkled like the night sky on a moonless evening. Small tattoos in the corner of each eye heightened her beauty and contributed further to her exotic air. Her wings faded away as she leaned back and opened herself to him. He studied her bald pussy that seemed to long for his intrusion. But before he could enter her, the queen reached out and drew Alaine to her. He watched his wife resist a moment before her body shuddered with pleasure. In a trance, she climbed onto the bed as well and straddled the queen's face, grinding her pussy upon the other woman's face as a meow of pleasure escaped her lips. Overcome, Murdoch moved forward and brushed the head of his engorged cock against the queen's cunt. Immediately juices that sparkled like her hair spilled out and the lips of her pussy pulled at him. Murdoch barely had the head of his cock in before he felt resistance -- she was so tight. For a second he wavered until her strong smooth legs wrapped around him and pulled him forward. With a groan he pushed himself forward until his cock bottomed out in the queen. He growled with both pain in pleasure for Gracia was impossibly tight and he felt as if at any moment he might break off inside her. Her body shifted, whithering in pleasure as she gripped Alaine's hips and increased her oral ministrations. At this the cat-girl graduated from moaning to full blown screaming. Murdoch pulled out slowly before slamming deep within the queen again, this time causing himself to cry, "Oh FUCK!" "Oh fuck is right," gasped Alaine as her husband started a rhythmic thrusting, pushing Gracia's face deep into the other woman's cunt. Murdoch leaned forward to better penetrate as Alaine braced herself against his shoulders. Gracia's pussy did not loosen even as he pounded her harder and harder, his hips moving of their own accord. Suddenly her cunt loosened and he slid a little deeper before she clamped hard onto his cock again, pulling a cry from his throat as he erupted inside her. Murdoch felt Gracia pull his cum deep into her even as her pussy pulled even more insistently upon him. Suddenly Alaine lifted his face to hers and they shared a passionate kiss even as his balls swelled toward another orgasm. *** It was a full day before the two humans departed, taking the werewolf with them. Looking in on her mistress, Ariel saw the Faerie laying exhausted upon her bed, covered with the sexual juices of the prior evening's orgy. "Did it work?" she asked as she drew a sponge of morning dew and started to clean the queen. "Of course," Gracia laughed as her hand trailed to her stomach. "The fool girl didn't even know she was with child when I took it from her womb." Sitting up she looked at her hand maiden with a mischievous twinkle. "Let the humans have their champions for now. Soon my own knight will arise..."