"Sacrificial Lamb"

Ann talked for a long time about life in the village. She ate only a little so when Gregor brought out the wine and she had a full glass of the dark liquid it was not long before she felt the effects. It was the first time Ann had drunk alcohol in a setting like that. Her father sometimes let her have a sip or two of the variety of drinks he brought home, but these were often cheap, and therefore did not nearly taste as good. The wine on the other hand was sweet and gentle on the palate, a perfect pairing with the rabbit.

She stood up from the table only to turn around and find that Gregor had been watching her. She studied him for a moment and finally shrugged in consent to Gregor’s question. Her gaze followed him as he stood from the table and picked the kettle from the fire place. He poured the water into the large casket just as Ann bent over to dip her fingers in. It was hot almost too hot, but Ann had always enjoyed the water when it had just come off the fire. She came out of her baths red as a tomato, but happy and warm. Ann didn’t hesitate to kick off her boots and rid herself of the oversized dress she wore. She stood before Gregor completely nude but did not pay attention to the effect it was having on him. Instead she climbed as quickly as she could into the box, and felt her muscles easing into the heat of the water.
 
She was so beautiful. So perfect. So young. Gregor couldn't believe that he'd been so lucky this time around. Ann was the girl for whom every man in every village across the land would have been trading goats, sheep, and hogs to secure as a wife and mother of his heirs.

He didn't understand why her father would have sacrificed her. In the past, the young woman chosen as the Sacrificial Lamb had often been lacking in physical beauty, or had been shamed by parting her leg for some village boy, or was simply too much for a father to deal with and therefore not much of a loss.

What Gregor couldn't know was that the small village outside of which he'd hung the Robe of Sacrifice hadn't been a village with many offerings but had been a single homestead with one of age girl. And she just happened to be the most incredible young woman for whom he could have hoped.

While Ann was easing herself into the hot water, Gregor began unbuttoning his shirt. He had just removed it when she looked up at him and smiled, whether in surprise or delight he didn't know.

"It would be easier to scrub your back if I was in with you," he said innocently. But a smile spread quickly upon his lips when he realized how self serving his statement sounded. "I can stand outside, of course."
 
Ann was watching Gregor while he undressed enjoying the sight of his bare chest. She wanted to lay across that chest like she had the other night when she had woken from her nightmare. She scooted forward in the tub making enough room for him to slide in behind her. “Please join me,” Ann said waving him towards the tub. She felt him climb in behind her and the water level rose to accommodate for his presence.

When he had settled in behind her she turned in the tub until she was facing him. She stroked his chest with her hands splashing water onto him periodically. Her hands travelled down his arms and held his hands in her own while she massaged them cleaning them thoroughly of all the grime. Ann paused as her hands slid up his arms again and she rubbed his shoulders. She smiled a bit and crept closer to him until she was close enough to press her breasts against the broad expanse of his chest. Ann lifted her legs and placed them on either side of Gregor straddling him beneath her. She could feel his member between the two of them but she ignored it for the moment her hands still focused on relieving the tension from his shoulders.
 
The feel of Ann's hands upon him was driving Gregor crazy. She massaged his hands and rubbed his chest in a way that both cleaned and excited him. When she sat in his lap, the "V" of her legs pressed his shaft up against his belly, causing him to moan quietly. He shifted his hips, causing his cock to move up and down slowly between them. It felt good, so good, making him only want more.

He laid his hands on Ann's thighs, caressing them, then moving his hands up her body until he was cupping her breasts. Gregor squeezed them gently, thumbing their pert nipples. All the while, his gaze was on her eyes, watching her reaction to his touch.

He slid his hands back down her body again, reaching around to cup her buttocks. Grasping her tightly, he maneuvered her, positioning the head of his cock at her pussy. He leaned in, kissing her as he gently pushed his erection into her...
 
Ann arched her back so that her breasts were pushed further into Gregor’s hands. She loved the way he touched them, and moaned when his thumbs rubbed across her nipples. It felt so good and she wanted so much more from him. When his hand travelled down to cup her rear she bit her lip and waited with some nervous apprehension.

His erection pressed at her entrance, but she felt herself open up to him and he slid in with relative ease. Without the hindrance of her maidenhead, and the assistance of the water around them it was much easier to penetrate her. The sensation was divine though still a bit sore, but mostly this was residual tenderness. Ann let her weight fall down on Gregor wanting to take as much of him as possible.

Her pussy swallowed his length greedily and she rose up using the pressure of Gregor’s hands as guidance for her own movements on his erection. Her small hands pressed against his chest and she threw her head back and moaned. Each stroke within her was so much better than the last. All the pain had ceased and now she only felt pleasure.
 
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Ann was divine...

Gregor simply couldn't believe how incredible she felt as she rose and fell upon his shaft. In concert with his mighty hands raising and lowering her buttocks over his groin, she used her legs and rocked her lower body to move Gregor's entire length in and out of her.

His breathing intensified, his grunts and moans sped with their accelerating movements, and soon -- too soon -- the pleasure in Gregor's groin swept through him and he exploded with a mighty grunt. His head fell back against the wooden cask as he dropped her form down upon his cock and held her solidly in place, allowing himself to empty within her.

For the moment, all that was in his mind was the euphoria of spewing within Ann...

It was heaven, not just because orgasm was such a marvelous feeling, but because Ann herself was also enjoying the act that made it possible...

When his mind began to return to him and his groans lessened, Gregor opened his eyes and looked to Ann again, a smile trying to spread his lips even as he was continuing to gasp for air.

He wanted to thank her for how she made him feel, but Gregor wasn't sure how to do that. He'd never really thanked the women before her. They had rarely done anything more than they'd had to to please him, so compliments had been uncommon or, with some, unheard of.

Instead of words, Gregor tightened his grip on Ann's buttocks once more ... and began driving his cock in and out of her again, knowing that she, too, was capable of enjoying such pleasure as she'd given him.
 
Ann could tell that Gregor had reached his climax. His cock had thickened with her, and then rhythmically twitched while his ejaculate pumped into her womb. His eyes closed briefly as he seemed completely enthralled with pleasure that coursed through his system. Ann smiled, enjoying the fact that she had once again given more pleasure to him. She wanted to do this as much as possible, and when Gregor started moving in her again grabbing her hips as he guided her on his shaft she felt a moan of delight escape her.

Ann rode him her hips twisting up and down, forward and back, chasing her own orgasm as she rubbed her clitoris on his hard abdomen. The water was sloshing around them, but she did not care. Her thoughts were only focused on the sensation of pleasure between her legs. It was delightfully good, and Ann could feel herself beginning to tighten in response. With a quick release her orgasm flooded through her, exploding and spreading outwards as her sex clenched repeatedly around his own. She cried out, and shuddered collapsing against Gregor’s chest while her senses tried to come back from all that she had experienced.
 
Gregor watched Ann's orgasm with great joy, even as he continued to pound inside her, knowing that he was again close to climax. It pleased him to no end to know he could make her feel this way. He'd never really cared much whether her predecessors enjoyed his touch. Things were different with Ann, even after just a little more than a day together.

He came again even as Ann was still coming down from her peak. He grunted loudly as he clasped her stilled body and held her tightly to him. They sat there for a long time, just holding one another, caressing one another, kissing one another. Gregor couldn't get beyond how wonderful it was to feel his mouth and tongue against Ann's own.

When a chill ran up Gregor's spine from the rapidly cooling tub of water, the emotion of the love making caused him to take a risk.

"Ask your question," he whispered, kissing her softly. "Anything..."
 
Ann was quietly enjoying their time together as she lay against Gregor’s chest after their pleasure had been taken from each other. Her fingers played on his chest tugging the soft curls of hair gently. Gregor was warm, and though the water was rapidly cooling around them she did not want to move from this spot. She looked up at him while he once more reminded her that things were different and she was still very much in a dangerous world.

She thought to all the things that bothered her, all the questions that she had for Gregor. There were so many and she did not know which to ask first. She wanted to ask them all, but she didn’t think that Gregor would be so forthcoming. Suddenly then she knew what she wanted to ask. It was something that had bothered her for some time, something that had always seemed out of place, more so than the beast itself which she had been accustomed to since she could learn to talk.

“Why were you naked the other night when you found me in the forest? I had left you fully dressed and fast asleep here, but I came across you naked, standing in the snow looking furious. How did you even know I was gone?” Ann knew that was more than one question, but she hoped she could loosen Gregor’s reluctance.
 
Her question didn't surprise Gregor: he'd expected something to that affect, though maybe not put exactly such. And he wasn't surprised that he didn't have a quick answer for her either. The topic wasn't one that he'd had to explain before in great detail before, and the last time he'd discussed anything similar to it, he'd simply lied.

He didn't want to lie to Ann, though. There was something different about her, and he felt that an open and truthful conversation might be just what was needed.

The obvious problem with answering Ann's question was that Gregor didn't know all of the answers!

He answered her as simply as he could. "I'm the Beast."
 
I’m the Beast

Ann started to laugh as she pushed herself away from Gregor. She thought he was telling a joke, but when she noticed the rather serious expression on his face Ann stopped laughing. She felt the breath suck out of her body, and withdrew from his lap. His cock which had still been in her at the time slipped out and she stood to her feet.

“How…. How can this be?” Ann asked disbelieving.

Ann was trying to step out of the wooden tub, but her gaze was still focused on Gregor as she did so. She nearly fell backwards on the floor, but caught herself just in time. She was still backing away from Gregor a sudden discomfort settling within her.

“The girls…” she whispered softly, “How? Is this really your home, or did you kill the people that lived here too?” Ann felt nauseous. She turned from Gregor and ran outside still completely naked. Ann gripped onto the wood railing of the porch, but it was no use. Her knees grew weak and she collapsed tipping her head over the rail of the porch just in time to empty her stomach onto the snow outside.
 
Gregor did nothing to stop Ann from leaving the tub, but when she sprinted for the door, he grew concerned. Once before when one of her predecessors had come to realize the truth and fled into the woods, he'd let he go, thinking she'd stop and come back. It hadn't turned out that way.

He found her leaning over the railing, expelling their wonderful dinner onto the snow. He stepped up close behind her, asking softly, "Come back inside, Ann. Let me explain."

She wasn't eager to be near him it seemed, but she was already trembling from the cold ... and the news. Gregor had to get her inside, so he simply swept her up into his arms and took her to his bed.
 
Ann did not fight Gregor as he picked her up in his arms. When he laid her gently on the bed she crawled underneath the blankets, and pulled them up almost over her head. She felt like hiding from Gregor, but there was nowhere to go. She could run to the forest, but then he would only kill her. She could never return where she had been. She was forced to live here with this beast until the day she died.

Her death seemed to be imminent. The cycle always restarted every three years. It had been so for decades. Ann looked up at Gregor and shuddered. Whatever magic he held was not only allowing him to be the beast but also preventing him from aging. Though Gregor looked older than Ann he did not look older than her father or her father’s father, but she suspected he was much older than them. “So when am I to die then?”
 
"You're not," Gregor responded quickly. He stood and stomped away a couple of steps, spinning and stressing, "You're not going to die!"

He turned away from her again, pacing about -- or trying to in the small, cramped cabin. He was trying to find the way to explain to her that if she stayed with him here in this cabin, that if she pleased him every day -- physically, emotionally -- as she had this past day, that if she...

He looked over his shoulder at Ann, then turned to face her. He studied her for a long moment, then went to the window and pushed open the wooden shutters. The sun was dropping, but he knew that there would be enough sun for Ann to reach the village if she left now.

He went to the dresser, reached into the gap between it and the wall, and removed a pair of heavy shackles. He crossed the room and stood over Ann for a moment. He could see in her eyes what she was thinking. He shook his head lightly.

"They're not for you," he reassured her. "They're for me."
 
Ann stared at Gregor like he had grown two heads. “I don’t understand… what am I supposed to do with those? Why do I need to shackle you?” Ann pushed herself up from the bed and stood next to Gregor. She took the shackles from his hands and held them up to her gaze inspecting them.

She looked over her shoulder at the sun outside the window, frowning. She was getting the feeling that Gregor was letting her go. This prospect frightened Ann she had heard what he said about the other girls. All dead. Ann looked back at Gregor and suddenly she understood, “You want me to leave?”
 
Gregor walked to the far end of the cabin, looking back to say in a gentle tone, "No, Ann. I don't want you to leave."

He clasped one of the shackles around his wrist, wrapped the other around one of the log beam supports that held up the roof, and clasped the second one around his other wrist. He jerked on the chain, showing her that he wasn't going anywhere.

"You are safe to leave now," he said, looking away from her and adding, "If you want to leave."

He jerked the shackles again, this time making a frustrated sound. "You need to go now, Ann."

Gregor leaned over, pressing his forehead against the pole. He looked like he was in pain ... and as the seconds passed, he only looked more pained.
 
Ann watched Gregor with a mixture of surprise, and sadness. She stood before him as he was bound studying his expressions and noting his pain. She wanted to see her family, she wanted to be with them, and despite everything that Gregor had done in his past she also wanted to be with him. She felt a bond she could not explain. Thus, even as he told her she could leave she did not move from her spot before him.

Her gaze rose to the beam he had attached himself to and she worried if it would hold him. She was not entirely sure what to do now with him chained to the ceiling. “I don’t think I want to leave. What are you going to do when I go? Are you going to find another girl? How are you going to survive chained to this roof?”
 
"The beam will not hold me," Gregor said, his words filled with the pain that was beginning to run through his body. He attempted to speak again, but failed: his chest felt as if he'd run up a steep mountain at full bore, causing his breathing to get deeper and faster. "You must ... make a choice ... leave now ... go--"

He cried out in a way that sounded animalistic, his body seized by a sudden spasm. He recuperated, then continued, "Go home ... to you family now ... leave now..."

Another pain ripped through him and his entire body jerked. He began to cry, not verbally but with a stream of tears beginning to flow from his eyes. It wasn't from the pain itself: it was from the disappointment. He thought he'd finally found a mate who would stay with him forever, possibly breaking the cycle of the Beast.

In all honesty, he didn't know whether the cycle could be beat. It might only be a fantasy that one day the Beast would disappear forever. Gregor simply didn't know.

But even after just one day, he'd begun to think -- to dream -- that maybe Ann was the one who could put the Beast to death. Now, after having moved to quickly and told her what he was, Gregor had scared her away from him, and now he would never know.

He was able to speak again and he finished his entire statement in one quick breath. "Leave now, come to me now, or die."

He didn't know whether it was too late to stop the Change. If Ann came to him now, held him now, soothed him now, the Change might cease. Then again, the animal in him may continue to come forward ... and he might kill her even before the change was complete.

Anything Ann did now was a risk. Anything Ann did now could get her killed...
 
The beam will not hold me… you must go now… make a choice… go

Ann had made her choice. She was not leaving Gregor here as he was. She knew something was happening to him. He was breathing so heavily that she could his muscles tightening and straining against something. He was fighting a battle inside him, and as far as Ann could see, he was losing. She stared up at the beam and felt a ball of anxiety settling within her. Ann had come here thinking she was to die, but had received so much more. Even with Gregor’s revelation to her she still felt an attachment to him that she could not explain.

“I never wanted to leave,” Ann whispered while she reached up and cupped Gregor’s cheek, “I am frightened, but I do not want to leave. I want to help you.”
Ann still as naked as the day she was born wrapped her arms around Gregor. She laid her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was much too fast, beating wildly out of control. Gregor cried out again in pain and Ann clutched him tightly to her. Ann could not know that she was the cause of this sudden change in Gregor.

“I’m sorry. I see now that you can’t control this creature, but please Gregor. Do you want me to die?”
 
The mind of the Beast had been coming forth, and Gregor had nearly been gone. Then, suddenly, the panic and terror that was being felt by the still present human portion of his consciousness began to wane. After a long moment, Gregor realized why, realized that Ann was clutching her naked body to his, speaking to him. He didn't understand the words, but they were soothing and reassuring somehow.

He fought back the flood of animalistic fury, stopping it, then reversing it. His mind was filled with thoughts, as well as of memories ... memories of his day with Ann and of his years with her predecessors. He remembered the good of the prior and the bad of the latter.

Suddenly, he realized that his cock was growing. His human part couldn't help but laugh. It meant that he -- the human, lustful male -- was back, for now anyway. He didn't know for how long this feeling of relief would last, but if it lasted for even one day...

Ann was within his shackled arms, her back to the vertical log pole, her breasts and groin pressed to Gregor chest and newly solidified penis. He lowered them both, causing her knees to part as he knelt and she came to rest upon his thighs. He couldn't use his hands, so he begged, "Put me in you. I need you."
 
Ann had been quietly listening to Gregor’s heart again trying her best to reach him through the contact of their bodies. She had only been mildly aware of his cock swelling between them and growing outwards like a steely rod. When Gregor practically squatted and parted her thighs with his legs pressing his hardness into her abdomen Ann knew what he wanted. She was nervous as she raised herself up on her toes and grabbed the shaft of his penis. She hadn’t been expecting this response, and thought that he would have grown into the thing that she feared.

Ann held Gregor’s cock in one fist and guided him carefully to her entrance which had already grown wet with the thought of Gregor sliding into her. It was all Gregor needed for guidance and with one hard thrust of his hips he speared Ann through her sex. She cried out with surprise at how easily he’d gone in and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck using Gregor as leverage to hoist herself up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He almost slipped out of her pussy then but he pushed his weight into her and she could feel the pressure of the beam at her back just as his cock opened her below to his thrusts. Ann could feel that Gregor was different this time. He seemed to be just barely on the edge of control and pounded into her with a rawness she had not felt before.
 
Gregor was still hovering between Man and Beast as he sank his cock into the smallish teen. The Man in him worried that he may have hurt her, ramming his full length so forcefully into her; but the Beast in him simply didn't care, with the animalistic lust and need to breed only wanting to deposit his seed in the quickest manner, regardless of the female's pain, discomfort, or disinterest.

Gregor used his arms and thighs as best he could to control Ann's body, gripping her against the pole as he rammed deep inside her, again and again and again. Something was different about him this time, definitely different: although tbe animal in him wanted only to spew its load, the man in him was somehow in control. Gregor didn't understand how, but he was able to hold back his climax, to lengthen the pleasure of being inside Ann.

He continued to pummel her pussy on and on with no end in sight, and it wasn't until he'd gotten what he wanted -- Ann's unmistakeable satisfaction -- that he finally slowed the savage fuck and simply pressed his body to hers.
 
Gregor was most definitely different. Ann could feel it in the way he moved in her and see it in his eyes. Some of the beast must have taken control of him, because he fucked her harder than he had before. Ann clung to him trying her best to hold on and follow in some sort of rhythm but he was going too fast and hard for her. She could feel herself beginning to rise to the top of her climax and just as she reached the crest, Ann let out a long moan tossing her head back while the orgasm coursed through her system.

She felt Gregor slow within her, but Ann did not let him stop. She had reached her pleasure, but she wanted him happy as well so she squeezed her legs around him and raised her hips up on his cock. She brought them down once more, and Gregor got the idea. He started pumping into her again and it was not long before she felt him tense and his cock thickened as he came within her. Ann kissed his forehead gently as she carefully pulled him from her pussy. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and released her hold around his neck pausing long enough to kiss him on the cheek. She had to stand on her toes to reach. Ann moved away from Gregor long enough to clean herself with a rag she found and dipped in the cold water from the tub.

“Where is the keys?” Ann asked gesturing to the shackles around his wrists.

Gregor told her and Ann took the keys from their hiding spot working quickly on the shackles. She let the chain hang from the beam but took Gregor’s hand and led him to the bed. Ann guided him down and laid next to him raised on her elbows so she could look at his face. He seemed to be calmer than he had before but she could not be sure.

“Were you changing?”
 
Changing...

It was such a common, safe word. Changing seasons, changing your socks, changing out a lamp's depleted wick. So normal. So innocent.

Gregor's changing was the most horrific thing he could ever imagine taking place in this world, let alone to a living being. While it was occurring, he was so overwhelmed with pain, panic, and grief, that he was oblivious to the details of it. But later, often when he was laying naked in the snow covered in blood -- lamb or Lamb -- he would remember every last detail.

He answered Ann's question simply. "Yes."

He was going to let it go at that, but he knew she deserved more...

(OOC: Heading home. Thirty minutes. You can post for her if you wish or just wait until I get home. But right now, I am out of time. See you in a bit.)
 
Ann sat upright in bed looking at Gregor before she asked, “Why?”

He was withholding information from her again though Ann could not know the reason why. She felt like he should tell her everything, but then she felt that he should have done so from the beginning. She frowned as she watched him her gaze falling to the still open window outside. She could see the meadow and the forest beyond that knowing somehow that it all tied to Gregor’s transformations.

“I want you to tell me everything,” Ann said after a moment.
 
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