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The floor is sticky beneath your boots. The sound of your footsteps on the gore-smeared stone rings in your ears, despite the uncanny quiet.A knot of cold dread begins to form in your stomach. The stench of rot and blood led your hunt to this decrepit cathedral, but the smell could not have prepared you for the sight you now face:The blood of hundreds coagulating on the floor like a revolting red carpet; mountainous piles of corpses, men and beast alike, which litter the cold stone hall. The largest pile of them all is towards the back, near the altar, and as you approach you notice it seems to be… Pulsing.Breathing.Your backward step echoes unfathomably loudly, mixed with the rasp of your weapon against its sheath. Your trembling hands had drawn it instinctually, and now hold it aloft in front of you, always primed to defend. The sound rouses the beast from its slumber. It seems to grow and unfurl as it slowly rises to its many feet. Many terrible beasts had crossed your path in the world of the nightmare, but none like this.The wretched creature seemed to be a haphazard amalgamation of body parts: hands as well as hooves, dirty grey fur as well as patches of pallid skin, huge gnashing teeth in a twisted human face, stretched grotesquely over an equine skull.A narrow gray eye, fixed squarely on you.The creature crawls laboriously down the stone steps, and you can only watch and wait for it to attack. You adjust your clammy grip on the hilt, trying to slow your adrenaline-induced panting and size up your opponent. Four, five, six, seven… eight legs. Five hooves, four sets of claws… Wait…
What is that??!
Your panicked inventory is halted as your widening eyes catch sight of another appendage..swaying …beneath the belly of the beast.It is the same pale grey as the rest;And so very…long…Oh.You swallow thickly, shame prickling the back of your neck. You just can't seem to take your eyes off it. You feel your cheeks flame beneath your scarf as you realise your mind turning from battle strategy to …how heavy that thing would feel in your hands. Gods, it must be as long as your arm. Could you take it? Would it let you??You are startled from your reverie by a bone crunching, snapping beneath an iron hoof.
Fuck.
The thing is far too close now for you to regain your stance in time, your focus broken as it were. Damn your rotted mind, damn it all!! You had never been very good at upholding the church's values, but now your depravity would cost you.At least your death would not be permanent…Wait!It could not kill you. Not truly… and…Time seemed to move differently in the dreaming, but even so, you could tell it had been a while since you had a chance to… unwind. The Doll would occasionally help you in times of dire need, but she couldn't provide what you truly craved.Maybe this… thing…You'd never tried to…tame a beast, but how hard could it be? There weren't really consequences if you failed… your resolve hardening, you fix your gaze on the rapidly approaching creature.Alright, here goes nothing.Your weapon clangs against the stone as you fling it aside. The beast slows it's approach, following the arc with its eyes, before turning it's gaze back to you. It seems… confused? As good a reaction as any, you suppose…Now for the truly risky part.Slowly, so as not to startle it, you begin to remove your hunters garb. You start with your belts, shucking off the long leather coat; perpetually bloodstained, you do not care if it touches the floor. You pile the rest of your outerwear atop it and begin the arduous task of unbuckling your vest. As the soft clinking fills the air, you realize it is disturbingly quiet. Glancing upwards, you meet the beasts eye.It is standing an almost respectful distance away, head craned towards you, watching intently. No sign of aggression...this actually seems to be working. You almost feel a little self conscious, but you've already come this far. As you discard the vest and begin to unbutton your shirt, though, it sucks in a shuddering breath…"What… is the meaning of this?"He is shockingly well-spoken, with a deep, smooth voice that reverberates through you. The level of sentience is also a surprise, but it may make this easier… honesty is the best policy, after all."I desire you carnally."He is visibly taken aback by this."G…good hunter, I…What??"You remove your shirt, causing his eyes to widen and dart about, trying to look anywhere else."Oh…oh, my…"Who would have thought that giant hellbeasts could be shy? It's kind of adorable. Much to your encouragement, you see his…appendage… begin to twitch in interest. Your resolve strengthened, you tear at the laces of your breeches, wrestling them down and hopping awkwardly to get them over your boots.You finally stand almost bare before him, hands on hips. He almost seems… flustered? Yes, his long cheeks had taken a faint rosy hue, and he wrung a few of his hands in exasperation."I… see."You chuckle. "Do you like what you see?"He looks away nervously, but his second smaller head gives him away, nodding."I would like to touch you, if you'll allow me?"He finally looks right at you in pure shock."But I am… Abhorrent!! Do you not feel disgust at this…This bestial form??"You gesture at yourself. "Clearly not."He huffs, the ghost of a laugh."You're mad."You smile lopsidedly at him."Isn't everyone in this place?"Poor guy, you think to yourself. He must have had a real rough go of it, looking like this.Sighing, you run a hand through your hair."Look, you're no more beast than I am."He still seems a little unsure, but markedly less tense. You take a tentative step towards him."The night has been lonely for me, too."You reach a hand towards him."Please?"His gaze softens. It is true, he has not even thought of company since his curse. It feels like a lifetime since he has felt the kindness of another.And now, here you are, earnestly asking...How could he turn you away?He extends his more human hand, gently grasping yours between his massive fingers..........................................................................................
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You have no idea what to expect, but you can barely contain your excitement. Would he hold you down with those terrible claws? Would he rut you into the dirt like an animal? For some reason you don't expect it at all when he bends down to kiss you.It is clumsy and unsure, more nuzzling teeth than anything due to his misshapen face, but your eyes flutter closed nonetheless. Your hands stroke under his jaw, the sides of his face, slowly making their way up to curl in his mane. His movements stutter at that.. he must enjoy having his hair played with. You hum under your breath;"Adorable…"He jerks a little, reflexively trying to deny he had any good qualities, but your tangled fingers keep him right where you want him, his protest dying on your tongue. You'd not brook any of that nonsense. It broke your heart to see how little he thought of himself…You'd simply have to show him how desirable he was to you.You pepper kisses over his nose, his cheeks, and gently coax open his mouth with yours. Your tongues clash against each other, and he grunts in surprise. Your feet begin to dangle off the ground as he presses you against his chest. The ease with which he lifts you, the way his whole hand encircles your waist, leaves you completely breathless. When you reluctantly break the kiss, panting, he gently lowers you, searching for any sign of wrongdoing or discomfort. You pat his cheek to soothe him as you catch your breath."That was…haahha…""I, huff, enjoyed it too. But… Ah, what now?"It occurs to you that he's never gotten this far before, with anyone. You want his first time to be nice for him. And relatively clean…"I want to make you feel good. Come 'ere."You pull him towards the steps, up to the altar. There's far less… viscera… up there, and for what you have in mind, the ground is still a little too uncomfortable.
"Put your hands right here,,"
You smack the stone altar playfully, and, a little confused, he does as he is told. The confusion flies out the window when you duck under his chest, your knees scraping the brick in your feral haste to finally get your hands on that gorgeous cock."Oh!"He jumps slightly when he feels your hands slide down his erection, marveling at it up close. It seems even bigger, if that's possible…Gods, you can barely fit your hands around it… As you watch, a fat bead of glistening pre-cum pearls at the tip, and your mouth floods with saliva. You surge forward before it can fall; swirling your tongue over the head, relishing the taste of salt as Ludwig's breath is knocked out of him.The angle is awkward, and your hands just aren't big enough, but goddamn do you go to town. You slurp obscenely at what little you can get in your mouth, stroking and squeezing to try and milk more delicious pre out of him. You slide your lips down the side of the shaft, tonguing at a particularly prominent vein. The smell of musk and man and sweat fills your head with fog as you get lost in the taste and smell and feel of cock.Ludwig is panting hard above you, bracing his sweaty hands on the table as he tries to stop his legs from buckling under him. "Ohh… oh dear…" he'd never felt anything like it; everywhere you touched was like a brand, heat and pleasure scraping along his spine, tingling down his legs from just the vibrations of your obscene slurping…How was something so small so…voracious??You were like a man starved, trying to get as much of him in your mouth as humanly possible…He had been expecting a little hesitation, at least.Now he worried you would hurt yourself in your enthusiasm, choking and coughing as you tried and failed to cram the massive shaft down your throat."Please be…cahHn…Careful!" He begs, and to his relief you do seem to slow down. In truth, you were simply following that intoxicating smell to where it was strongest, shuffling around to nuzzle your face behind that heavy sack. You hug the shaft down your chest, rubbing against it with your whole body as you huff the crease of his balls, doing your damnedest to suffocate in your cock-fueled stupor.Ludwig brays at the extra stimulation, bowing his head to rest on his hands in mock prayer. He's not sure how much longer he can even endure this, as a low, drawn-out groan is dragged involuntarily from his throat. He can feel heat pooling low in his stomach, prickling along his spine…The force of his orgasm manages to take both of you by surprise; the powerful torrent splashes against the ground, spattering your stomach and thighs with viscous white. You gently stroke him through it, pressing kisses to whatever you can reach, as he shudders and groans above you like an old building.Extricating yourself from his undercarriage, you push yourself up to sit on the altar next to him, swinging your legs a little. You smile down at Ludwig, the most blissfully relaxed you've ever seen him. You wait in silence for him to come back to himself, so as not to break the wonderful spell of calm over the guy. He deserved that.
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You've just finished the third braid in his mane, when he opens his eyes a minute later.He lets them fall closed again when he sees youreasy smile, and hums to himself contentedly."How do you feel?" You ask.He thinks for a moment;"More at peace than I thought I ever would…"he murmurs, turning his head to look at you.When he spies the mess on your legs, his ears flush a deep shade of pink."Ah, I'm…so sorry about that… here, let me…"He pulls you closer by the ankles and begins to lick up the mess, and damn if that doesn't send a little thrill through you. It's just so… animalistic …filthy…. and the way he just does it without a second thought… it doesn't help seeing his massive hands completely encircling your legs…You hook your thumbs into the waistband of your soaked underwear, peeling the uncomfortably sticky garment from your skin. Ugh, definitely ruined. Ludwig briefly pauses in his ministrations …only to lock eyes with glittering wetness, strings stretching between the fabric and your body. His breath catches in his throat, awestruck that he had such an effect on you…"I'd like to… Ah, repay your ardour, if I may…"He says in a strangled tone, finally managing to tear his eyes away and meet yours. You nod frantically, pulse skyrocketing at the thought of finally getting some relief.……………………………….This certainly is a first, for both of you. Most of your encounters up to now had been beasts or other savage hunters, that took what they wanted and got it over with quickly. Not that you minded that, of course. But Ludwig was slow and deliberate in the way he lapped at you, the leisurely pace stoking the coals of arousal in your belly.His large tongue was slippery between your folds, causing you to let out a sharp gasp as it slithered over the little jut of your cock. He circles it a few times, before diving down to taste you, twisting and undulating inside as you writhe and cry out. Your heels press into his shoulders, his claws digging in and kneading the meat of your thighs.You come apart embarrassingly quickly, your keening moan echoing throughout the cathedral, ankles locking behind his head and hands tangled in his mane. He feels a gush of liquid on his tongue as you clench and shake around him, drinking you down greedily.But you're nowhere near finished with him yet. Satisfying as it was, your orgasm had barely scratched the surface of the pit of need you felt low in your stomach."I need you. Inside me." You grind out through gritted teeth, making him falter in his movements."Please."He wants to honour your request, he truly does. He's just not sure how; your body is so tiny beneath him, and he can't bear the thought of hurting you… but seeing the tears of desperate frustration pricking the corners of your eyes, the angry red of your swollen Iittle cock, he knows he has to try, for your sake.
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……………………………It is torturously slow. You feel as if you may vibrate out of your skin if Ludwig doesn't bloody hurry up and fuck you already!!! He has been gently rocking the tip into you, ever so slowly stretching your entrance, inch by agonizing inch. It is just not enough, you want him to fucking ruin you, want him so deep you can taste it in the back of your throat, want him to rearrange your insides to forever fit the shape of his cock.This just won't do.You yank down meanly on a handful of his mane:"Stop being so goddamed careful!!" You hiss,taking advantage of his momentary shock to cram a few more inches into yourself. The sudden tightness seems to stun you both for a second, before you both feel an almost audible pop…and then the flared head of his cock is knocking against your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your skull, and you accidentally bite your tongue, tasting iron as it lolls out.The burn, the immense stretch is everything you wanted, the way your g-spot is practically crushed by the massive intrusion edging just this side of painful… it's incredible. You feel like your hips have been pushed apart, like there isn't enough room inside you to breathe, your panting quick and shallow. Surely… With an uncoordinated hand, you reach down to grope at your stomach and feel… …yes!You stroke the small bump you find there, just below your navel, and you can feel Ludwig's heartbeat through it.......................
…Tight!!!
It's the only thought left bouncing around his skull. He can hear his own blood rushing in his ears…He's never felt anything like it; the wet heat squeezing around him like a vice, he can feel that pressure in his bones, the pleasure bursting in his stomach… He does his best to breathe evenly, scarcely daring to move a muscle as he tries to claw himself back from the edge. The stone of the altar cracks under his hands.You whine low in the back of your throat, feeling him throb inside you. You need, you need… you don't know… Your head feels stuffed with cotton, your tongue feels too big for your mouth… you jerkily reach up to tug at the fur of his arm, and he lets you guide his huge hand to your belly as if in a trance."Can you… do you feel that?" You slur drunkenly.He does. He can feel himself through you. It finally tips him over that edge he's been desperately hanging on to, and the feeling filling you like magma sets you off too, overworked muscles trying their best to milk him, before capitulating entirely, cum oozing down the side of the altar.You shake through what is easily the most powerful orgasm of any of your lives together, letting it roll over you in waves. It takes the last shreds of his strength not to collapse onto you, and your vision goes blessedly soft and dark at the edges………………