"Sacrificial Lamb"

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor wasn't comfortable talking about his changing -- about what he was, or could become -- laying naked in bed next to the woman who was both the reason why he hadn't changed and the woman he would kill -- from instinct, not choice -- should it ever happen again with her near.

He rose from the bed and retrieved his fur robe and the oversize pair of pajamas that Ann had sneered at the day before. He settled her in his big chair, which he moved closer to the fire, with him sitting on a wooden dining chair facing her. He contemplated his words carefully, realizing that he'd never told the tale of the Beast in its entirety before.

"Once upon a time," he began, smiling and then chuckling. He donned a more serious expression, then apologized, "I know, it's not to be made light of, but ... well, let me just tell the tale.

"Many years ago..."




Gregor leaped from the rock ledge into the pond, causing a splash that sent a wave a ripples across the water to the far shore and back. He came up, exhaling loudly at the brisk chill. Even deep into August, the alpine pond was cold enough to steal his breath.

He scooped up a handful of sand and grit, left behind by the glacier that had evacuated these highlands long before Gregor's birth. He rubbed his hands over his skin, wiping away the sweat and blood from an afternoon of gutting and processing mountain elk.

He emerged from the pond and shook his nude, muscular form. He ran his hands over his skin, wiping away as much of the water as he could, then turned to face the sun. With his arms wide and his legs slightly parted, he called to the heavens, "I am Gregor ... and this is my world!"

He laughed, knowing that only he and Mother Nature could hear him up here, miles from the village below where his family was waiting for the meat he was smoking over a nearby fire.

No one was there to hear him...

Or so he thought.

 

[Belvino]

Gregor’s voice echoed throughout the mountain top where the poor young man thought he was alone. The beast that had heard his voice followed it quickly knowing to follow the scent of the prey on the wind. As it neared the man it emerged from the bushes walking on two legs. What Gregor saw before him was a sight any man would die to see. A naked woman with her full heavy breasts, and perfect little “v” between her legs bared for him to see. Her black hair hung free down her shoulders, brushing the tops of her buttocks as she stepped forward.

She walked with a slow grace like a cat stalking its prey. Her eyes were something to behold for they were a deep gold color, and the pupils looked more like they belonged to an animal than a human. She blinked slowly as she strode towards him a deep throaty rumble emanating from her. It sounded almost like a purr, and as she reached him she stroked her finger across his chest and back while circling him.

“My, my, what have we here?” she asked him stopping right in front of him. “You are most certainly in my world. Don’t make the mistake,” the woman said to him grasping his hair tightly in her hands as she tugged his head down to hers and pressed her lips to his.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

(OOC: Nice! I love it!)


Gregor looked about the pristine mountains and thought there could be nothing more beautiful than this place. Then, she was there.

He caught sight of her over his shoulder and spun in shock to face her. She, like he, was naked. Naked, and ... unbelievable. In his twenty years, the only females he'd seen naked was his sisters while they bathed and played in the creek down below the village. They'd only been in their early and mid teens and had only just begun to gain their curves. Yet animal instinct had caused the young man's penis to harder; curiosity had caused him to grasp and stroke it; before unknown pleasure had caused him to shoot wads of discharge all over his legs and hands; and religion had caused his father -- who found him laying there asleep, cock still in his hands -- to beat him senseless for even having such sinful thoughts.

Now, as Gregor watched the nude creature approaching him -- almost stalking him -- he was conflicted about how to react. His experience told him to cover his body, including the erection that was quickly forming; told him to back away; told him to warn her off. But that instinct that had caused him to lust for his younger sisters that day years earlier -- and often since -- told him to stand his ground and ... and see what came next.

What came next was confusing. First she spoke in a tone that somehow made him think of his mother's cat. “My, my, what have we here? You are most certainly in my world. Don’t make the mistake."

Then, she grasped a handful of his long, bushy hair, pulled his face to hers, and pressed her lips to his mouth. He'd never kissed a woman on the lips before, other than his grandmother, that was. He'd never felt this before. Her mouth opened and her tongue pressed forward, playing within his own lips and touching his own tongue.

He didn't realize he was doing it, but Gregor was leaning forward awkwardly. He wasn't leaning his face into the kiss: he was holding his raging erection back from her naked body. All he could think of was the beating that had come after just looking at the naked body of females, and now he was touching one.

And ... and it felt so good. His heart was pounding and his cock ached. A chill ran up his spine and every inch of his body exploded in goose flesh. He was horribly afraid of this amazing creature while at the same time wanting to grasp her tightly in his arms to ensure she didn't get away.

He had no way of knowing, of course, that he would never get away from her ... for the rest of his life.

 

[Belvino]

The woman let out another throaty purr as she reached for Gregor’s erection. She held it tightly in her fist and pulled Gregor away from her lips.

“Someone likes what he sees,” she whispered into his ear licking the side of his face. She brought her mouth to his neck and nipped his skin, laughing as he yelped in pain. She had not bit him hard enough to draw blood, but she could see the mark it was going to leave on his skin.

“I think I’d like to keep you,” she said and carefully started rubbing her hands up and down his shaft. She felt him quiver with her touch and only laughed again. She let her hands drift away from his erection and up to his shoulders. She squeezed them tightly beneath her fingers indicating a strength far greater than his. “Lay down my young man.”

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor flinched as the stranger grasped his cock, beginning to stroke it as she whispered, "Someone likes what he sees.”

He flinched again when she bit him on the neck. He pulled his face back enough to study her. She was ... different ... different than anyone he'd ever known in his life. She was like an animal, purring and growling and biting and ... oh, what she was doing to his cock was going to affect him in a way that was going to leave him embarrassed ... and eternally grateful.

“I think I’d like to keep you,” she said before grasping him forcefully and forcing him toward the ground. “Lay down my young man.”

Gregor did so without hesitation. He dropped first to his knees, which brought his face directly before her ... before her ...

Oh father, don't punish me, he found himself thinking as he stared at the triangular patch of tight, kinky hair and, just below it, the woman's glistening folds of skin. His negative experiences early in his manhood had left him afraid to even look at a woman, let alone look at one's personals.

At her urging, he laid back onto the soft ground...

 

[Belvino]

The woman had not missed the way Gregor looked at the little patch of hair between her legs and the moistening slit. She crawled up his body biting here and there leaving her marks all over him. When she reached his mouth she took his lips between her teeth and tugged on them. Her hands meanwhile tangled themselves in his hair again and held him down while her tongue explored his mouth.

“Mmm, you taste almost good enough to eat, but that would be such a waste of such tender young flesh,” she said against his mouth her golden eyes staring into his. With a mischievious grin the woman sat upright suddenly and crawled up until she straddled Gregor’s face. “Come now, I saw you looking. Wouldn’t you like a taste?”

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The woman was crazy, Gregor had decided. She had wild eyes that looked impossibly golden in color and seemed to stare right into him, activating his lust beyond anything he'd ever thought possible. She bit and nibbled at him every where, and he was sure he had to bleeding some place by now.

Then, she did something he would never have considered in a million years: she knee crawled her body up his, her thighs parted wide, until her personals her literally atop his mouth.

“Come now, I saw you looking," she purred. "Wouldn’t you like a taste?”

Gregor looked up to her face. She wore a wild expression, staring down between large firm breasts into his eyes. He looked between her thighs, refocusing to the nearness of her pussy.

Taste...? he thought. Father will beat me ... beat me till I can't stand to ... to even look ... I need to ... oh dear God, what am...

This was so wrong, so sinful. He was with a naked wild woman, staring up into the swollen folds of her ... of that ... and she wanted him to ... what...?

With her crazed presentation of herself to him, knee-crawling forward until she was pressed up into his arm pits, Gregor hadn't even realized that his hands had moved to the back of her thighs, gripping them with excitement. He slid them upwards until he was grasping her firm, flexed ass. His heart was beating faster than it had after running up the hill, and his breathing was nearly as labored.

He stared into the wonder that was her womanhood, focusing on the glistening flesh, the little folds, the brown and pink. A single droplet of her lube dangle from one side of her pussy, and before he knew it, Gregor tilted his head up, reached out his tongue, and carefully licked it from her.

 

[Belvino]

The woman let out a short moan of delight as she watched Gregor lap his tongue against her. “Yes, do that some more,” she encouraged him and he rose to the task licking tentatively at first and then with more vigor. She cried out uncaring if they would be seen or heard. They were so far from civilization that she did not readily fear it. Nor did she care much in any case. Gregor’s ministrations were starting a fire between her thighs and it felt so overwhelmingly good. The woman ground her hips against Gregor’s mouth and felt a rush of pleasure. She bit her lip to contain herself as her body shook with its orgasm.

“That was very good, but I am not through with you yet,” she walked backwards on her knees and took Gregor’s cock in her hands again. She stroked him for a minute before she decided he was hard enough and pressed his head at her opening. With one quick plunge she had him buried all the way inside her and paused only a moment to watch his reaction. After that she did not stop, letting her hips rise and fall against his erection.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The stranger moaned deeply and occasionally cried softly at Gregor's lapping of her pussy. “Yes, do that some more.”

He couldn't believe he was doing this. This was so wrong. And yet, listening to what he was doing to her, it seemed so right at the same time. She tasted wonderful, and the more he licked at her, the more she seemed to ooze the juices he was lapping up.

He pulled his arms one at a time from over her thighs to between them, pressing his arms against his rib cage and grasping the point where her buttocks and thighs met. With his great strength, he held her body above his face, her pussy over his mouth, allowing her to relax into his big hands.

Now, instead of having to support her weight above him, all she had to do was rocked her groin back and forth to the workings of his tongue and lips. She was crying out now, her voice echoing off the rock ledges and flooding over the mountainside. She obviously didn't care who heard her. Gregor didn't either.

Suddenly, her entire body trembled in his hands and she gave out one last, long cry. He didn't know about women orgasming. He only knew that it sounded like he'd done something correctly. She dripped juices down onto his nose and chin, and Gregor had a hard time keeping up with the thick fluids.

“That was very good," she eventually told him, "but I am not through with you yet.”

She moved back down his body again, took hold of his erection, and after stroking him for a minute or so, pressed his to her hole and, with one quick plunge, buried him deep into her pussy.

Gregor released a long groan. It was the most amazing feeling he'd ever experienced. Or ... so he thought. The woman had just barely begun rising and lowering her body above him when he exploded with a great roar.

 

[Belvino]

The woman laughed as she heard Gregor roar into the hills. She did not rise off him though and continued to keep him inside her, “Well, it looks like you will need some training,” she said laughing again. She rose her hips on him, moving carefully until she could feel him harden within her again. She rode him till her own orgasm rocked through her system and did not stop until she felt his cock twitch within her a second time. After that she stood looking down at him before she commanded him to rise.

“You are mine, you will not return to your home, but you will live with me until I see fit to let you go,” the woman said slowly as she took Gregor’s hand in her own and lead him away to her home in the mountains far away from the prying eyes of villagers. The woman had lived there for hundreds of years occasionally feeding off the villager’s livestock and preying on the men when she had a chance. Gregor was different for her though. He was the first she took into her home, and the last she would have.

Gregor and the strange woman lived for many years together before a very odd event occurred. Gregor had been unaware of the woman’s ability, but knew that she was not entirely human. He had come into her home one day to find her writhing on the floor and had gone to her side. This was the first mistake Gregor had made because she lashed out at him biting his shoulder. Her teeth were longer than usual and as she sunk them into his flesh Gregor could hear bones crunching together in her head. When Gregor cried out she released him and scrambled awkwardly out the door. She disappeared and did not return for several days, and by that time Gregor’s body had given over to fever, her affliction coursing through his system.

“You are dying,” she said to him watching him quietly as he moaned in the bed, “Your old body is going away, and it will be no more. The beast is taking hold of you, and when it comes you will kill me.” She was covered head to toe in blood and her hair was matted into wild knots.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

“You are mine..."

With those words, Gregor's life would be changed forever. He didn't even question the woman's demands, taking her hand and following her into the mountains, leaving behind everything and everyone he'd ever known.

Their life together was a combination of the ordinary and the extraordinary.

The woman put Gregor to work, cutting wood, tending the garden, constructing out buildings, expanding an aqueduct to irrigate the orchard, and more. Most days, he worked like a slave, and by sun down, he was exhausted and simply collapsed onto the blanket covered straw pile she kept in the corner for him.

He worked like a slave for her, but it was worth it, for some days, as the sun was only just rising over the eastern mountains, she would come to him nude, wrap her body around him, and make love to him until the sun fell behind the western woods.

She became his entire life, and he couldn't imagine being without her.

But as odd and wonderful as the way she treated him was, it was what she did when she wasn't with him that left him with questions. Some days she would simply disappear without a word. Other times, her personality seemed more animal than human. She seemed to be able to see and do and anticipate in a way that just wasn't human.

Then came the night she bit him. He'd tried to come to her aid, only to feel her teeth -- no, her fangs -- sink into his shoulder. The scream escaping his throat masked the crunch of his bones and the woman's flight from the cabin.

Gregor fell to the bear rug and passed out, waking the following day in a pool of blood that should have meant his death. But he was still alive. The wounds had closed, and when he rose, he found the bitten arm twisted and mangled yet usable.

It made no sense. It made no sense that the woman had been able to do so much damage to him simply by biting him. And it made no sense that he was still alive after that impossible damage. And yet, when the door of the cabin opened and she stood there looking in at him, wrapped up in his thin blanket, wracked with fever, he was still breathing.

“You are dying,” she said to him. “Your old body is going away, and it will be no more. The beast is taking hold of you, and when it comes you will kill me.”

He stared up into her eyes for a long moment and -- somehow -- he knew he would. He also knew he wouldn't kill her because he wanted. It would be ... it would be the natural, instinctive response to what he was becoming.

He reached to her, grasping her arm and pulling her close to him, enveloping her with his powerful arms. He held her in silence, enjoying her warmth against his chilled body.

Then, kissing her forehead, he asked in a whisper the question that had never before needed an answer, "What is your name?"

 

[Belvino]

The woman had knelt beside Gregor touching his forehead, and stroking his hair in an almost loving gesture. She couldn’t really begin to describe her relationship with Gregor. The long days they had spent together working so hard, or the nights she had come to him with a fierce sexual hunger. It wasn’t love that had compelled her to do this, but nonetheless she could not deny that she cared for Gregor more than she had for anything. When she had bit his arm the beast inside her felt victorious, though at the same time she mourned for the loss of him. She hadn’t wanted to do it, but he had snuck up on her and she was so surprised, and at that moment lost control of the beast. If he hadn’t screamed she probably would have eaten him, but his scream broke her from the blood lust, and she darted out of the house.

What is your name?

The question made her sad. They had been with each other so long, and yet they barely knew one another. “Catriona,” she said after a long while. Her eyes seemed to grow wider with the revelation. It had been so long since she had told anyone. She smiled at Gregor and pressed her lips to his still stroking her fingers through his hair. His skin was burning, and she knew it would not be long before his body gave in to the battle.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"Catriona..." he murmured, pulling her so tightly to him that she could hardly breath.

He'd been a strong boy when he met Catriona, and had become a stronger man after years of hard work ... and hard love. But the strength that he would come to know as the thing he was becoming -- this Beast Catriona talked of -- would make what he was seem puny.

"I need you," he begged, already reaching for her in the way he did when he'd known she was coming to pleasure herself with his body. "I need you one last time."

Gregor had always known that Catriona came to him when she was troubled, often after she'd disappeared for days. Their love making -- some times fierce, sometimes violent, sometimes blood drawing -- had always calmed her and made her a loving woman again. Gregor could only hope that being in her now would do the same for him now.

 

[Belvino]

Catriona leaned forward as Gregor pulled her down to him. She felt his lips on her own, and for once let him take control of her body. She could feel his tongue in her mouth and could taste the sweetness of him. She would miss all of this. She pulled back a bit to look into his eyes, “This won’t change what is happening to you.” She stroked the side of his face with one hand and straddled his lap.

Catriona’s hand moved between them, pulling Gregor’s erection from his trousers and raising it up to meet her wetness. She pressed her weight down on his shaft, rising up as her palms pushed Gregor into the ground. He penetrated her, and she arched her back in response. They were together again much like they had been that first day on the mountains so many years ago.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Unlike that day so many years ago, Gregor was an experienced lover now. Fighting through the pain, fever, and chills, he grasped Catriona by her hips and began moving her back and forth over his groin, sinking his cock deep to the hilt, withdrawing it almost fully, then ramming it fully within her again.

He'd always enjoyed being her lover, even when she treated him more like a play toy ... or a sex slave. It had made the years of hard labor worth every bead of sweat, every strained muscle. He would miss this most of all...

They made love for hours, only pausing for a short time after one or sometimes both of them orgasmed, or when they were in desperate need of water or nourishment. And while it was the greatest sex he'd had in his years with the woman, it wasn't making a difference. He was feeling great pleasure, but he wasn't feeling relief from the change that he could feel overcoming him.

 

[Belvino]

Catriona curled up by Gregor’s side after they had finished. She was exhausted and she could feel her beast curled up in the corner satiated for the moment. Her golden eyes were focused on him as she watched him flex his muscles. His back tightened just as she moved above him taking his face in her hands.

“Shhh,” she whispered, “Don’t fight it. It’s going to hurt like hell, but you will only make it worse.” She could see him clench against the pain and saw his eyes change color and shape. He was panting now breathing faster than he would normally. His body was slowly grinding, and moving bones going out of place and lengthening. She placed her hand over his heart and could feel it racing, fluttering like a hummingbird against her palm. Sweat beaded on his brow and before her eyes sprouted hair and grew into another shape. She released her grip on him and stepped away from him. She would need to give him space for the change to overwhelm him.

He gave one last cry from his lips which quickly turned into a strangled howl. Gregor did not look like himself anymore and as he writhed on the floor beneath her she knew it was done. Gregor’s beast lay curled up on the floor, the occasional growl being the only indication that he was still alive. He occupied a huge amount of space and was larger than the biggest Kodiak bear. Catriona knew she should change, but she did not want to give in to the beast. She had been controlled by the wildness inside of her for too long, and now seeing what she had done to Gregor she could not live with the demons inside her anymore. She knew Gregor was the only one who could kill her.

“Gregor,” she said to the beast, and it turned his head staring at her with the same golden eyes.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor's body was wracked with pain as every thing about him changed. But it was all lost to him: his mind was so overwhelmed with his change that all he could do was moan, then cry, then growl, and finally howl in a way that no human ever had.

Except, possibly, for Catriona. He'd never seen her change, of course, but in the first few moments of his own change -- before his consciousness was lost to him -- he would just imagine that she, too, had gone through this again and again over the years.

When the change ended, Gregor -- or what had been Gregor -- just laid there on the straw mattress for a long moment, allowing the pain to subside and his mind to return to him ... or it.

"Gregor."

The Beast heard the word but didn't understand it. It opened its eyes and with quickly, flipped from its back to all fours. It turned and looked with devilish golden eyes at Catriona. Its lips parted to show its teeth -- fangs -- that included canines as long as Gregor's human fingers had been.

It surged at her, stopping just inches short of her. Even on all four feet, it's face was level with the now standing woman. It howled so fiercely that the air it expelled caused her long hair to waft about her head.

The Beast wanted to kill her because ... because she was there. It needed no other reason. She was nothing more than prey to it. But something was keeping it from simply ripping out her throat. It was ... familiarity. There was something about her that the beast recognized.

It felt ... personal, as if she'd been a mate in the past. But that was impossible. She wasn't his kind. It shifted his head left, then right, then lower, analyzing her from different angles. It moved around her slowly, sniffing at her naked body from head to toe.

When it had circled her completely, the Beast's snout pressed hard at the meeting of her thighs, breathing in deeply. Again, something seemed familiar, confusing it. It lowered its head with its eyes staring up at her, opened its fang filled mouth, and howled long and hard at her.

 

[Belvino]

The first initial rush of the beast almost had Catriona on her feet. She had not been expecting that reaction and when he opened his mouth to howl at her she closed her eyes. She could feel his breath in her face and could feel the force of it moving her hair backwards. When she opened them again the beast was staring at her as if deciding what to do. She could see his nostrils flare, taking in a scent that seemed familiar to him. He circled her sniffing all the while as little huffs of air blew around her nude form. When he stood before her and howled again she flinched. She had been expecting his attack, and it did not come.

Catriona sighed softly and shook her head, “Gregor, you must do it.” She could feel her own beast responding to Gregor’s but she would not let it come. Instead she stepped forward and pressed her hands into Gregor’s side as she shoved him, but he did not move. His strength had grown since he changed, but Catriona did not stop until Gregor stopped howling and looked at her. She glared at him tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes.

“Come on! I have lived long enough in this world. I cannot keep killing, let me die!” Catriona cried out knowing that Gregor would likely not understand a word she said to him.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The Beast stared at Catriona as she spoke, ordering him and in a way taunting him. It didn't understand her words, of course, but just like a bear cub would understand the growls of its mother -- telling it to hide or teaching it to hunt -- the Beast knew she was confronting him, pushing him, tempting him to...

To kill her...?

If it had been just a wild, unthinking animal protecting its territory or perhaps trying to invade that of another animal, it would have just leaped forward and killed Catriona. But it was more than that. It lowered its head to the hard wood, then raised it high and howled ... a long ... loud ... and sad bellow that could have been heard for miles, if there had been anyone in those miles of wilderness to listen.

It may have been a Beast -- neither animal nor human -- but it understood that this fragile, weak, tiny creature before it was something that was or had been special to it.

It knew that Catriona was something more than just prey. And it knew that Catriona was more than ... what, a mate maybe? It knew that she was a threat. The Beast could sense that she, too was some sort of beast. And if he didn't this other Beast, it would kill him.

The long howl faded away slowly, as Gregor's huge animal head slowly lowered back to the floor. The Beast looked up with sad eyes. It could see the expectation in her human eyes. She was waiting for him to kill her; to end her pain.

It couldn't -- or wouldn't -- kill her, though. The Beast lowered its bulk to the floor as if a well disciplined dog laying at its master's feet. Catriona's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in anger. Gregor couldn't have known it, but the woman he'd been lovers with for years had been fighting her own change.

Now, however, her attempts failed. Her eyes suddenly changed color, becoming the gold they'd been the first day they'd met. Her lips widened -- not in a smile but a growl -- and her teeth began to--

And Gregor leaped!

It didn't take much to kill her. Gregor tilted his head, opened his jaws, then closed it around her neck, crushing it instantly. Catriona was dead before Gregor landed on all fours.

He stood there for a long moment, her body dangling lifeless from his jaws, then ran at the door, lowering his skull and crashing through it easily. He covered the distance to the woods in seconds, and a hundred yards of the thick forest in just seconds more.

When he stopped and dropped her, the Beast stepped back and stared down at the corpse. Catriona looked like a discarded rag doll, her limbs torn and bloodied by the limbs and vines that had torn at her already dead form during the run.

The Beast lifted its head again and howled once more. This time, the ominous deep, animal howl became a pleading human cry, for by the time the noise had ended, the Beast was gone and Gregor was laying in the leaves and needles. He looked at Catriona's body ... then wept until he passed out.



At dawn, with one of the animal fur coats he'd created during their time together, Gregor turned his back to the burning cabin -- and his Love within -- and began a long walk toward his new life ... as the Beast.

 

[Belvino]

Catriona knew he wasn’t going to do it. Gregor looked like a little obedient pup kneeling at her feet. She almost decided to let it go then seeing the look in his eyes. She was sorry that it had come to this, but there was no other way for it. She would continue to live unless Gregor killed her, and that’s what she wanted most. Catriona thought briefly about kicking the look off his face. She couldn’t have him convincing her otherwise, but she didn’t need to because she could feel the beast within responding to her anger. Her eyes flashed and the bones in her head started to grow as her teeth lengthened.

Gregor’s beast looked up at her sensing her change starting. He lunged for her neck and after there was sweet darkness for Catriona. Peace at last.

**************************

Ann was speechless. She couldn’t have even imagined there was another one of Gregor’s kind so long ago, and he had lost her. She felt an intense sorrow she could not explain, and walked over to Gregor. She wanted to comfort him, but he was sitting on the chair so she sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispered softly looking into his eyes, “I am sorry that I got upset earlier. I didn’t understand everything, and I still don’t, but I know so much more. I am glad for it. I want to help you with this as much as I can.” Ann smiled and leaned forward just a bit while she pressed a kiss to Gregor’s lips.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"...I want to help you with this as much as I can.”

"Thank you, Ann," Gregor responded, pulling her tighter to him. He drew a deep breath, held it -- not wanting to say what he was about to -- then released it slowly as he told her plainly, "You will be almost a slave to me if you stay. Can you do that...? Can you do all I want ... when I want it ... for years to come?"

He gave her a moment to consider her answer, then added, "If not ... you can shackle me again. I think ... I think you could make it to the village before I killed you if I told you the way."

He didn't want Ann to leave, of course. In all his years as the Beast, he'd never felt so at ease and so happy with one of his Lambs. Even though it had only been two days, Gregor already thought that Ann could be the one who finally put the Beast to rest.

 

[Belvino]

“What do you mean, be your slave?” Ann’s eyes narrowed as she stared at Gregor. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, though she had an idea, and part of her was curious about that future. She let her hands fall down to her lap and moved them to his abdomen above the fur robe covering him.

“Do you want me to pleasure you? Does that help keep the beast under control?” Ann asked while she tugged at the robe just a bit with her fingers. She could see a look pass across his eyes, but she did not immediately pursue her actions further she wanted to speak with him more. “How did you come across this cabin? Did you make it?” Ann looked suspiciously at the baby crib tucked away against the wall. She was still curious about that and so many other things.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

"What do you mean, be your slave?"

Ann moved her hands over Gregor's body, which pleased him; and although this wasn't really the appropriate time for it, his cock began to swell at her touch. Ironically, her next question was along the lines of what both of his heads were thinking.

“Do you want me to pleasure you? Does that help keep the beast under control?”

It did, of course, and that was what his comment about her being his slave was all about. To keep the Beast under control, Ann would have to be to Gregor as Gregor had been to Catriona: a slave. What ever his Cat Woman had wanted, Gregor had given; and Ann would simply have to do the same to keep control of the evil inside of him.

“How did you come across this cabin?" Ann asked. She looked about herself, and Gregor couldn't help but notice her gaze settling on the baby crib for a moment. "Did you make it?”

"No, I didn't," Gregor answered. That was the truth, but his followup explanation wasn't. "I found it abandoned and ... well, I didn't think it should go to waste, so ... I moved in."

He wasn't ready to tell her that he'd killed the family living here while the Beast. Nor was he ready to tell her that the crib had come much later, built by his own two hands when one of her predecessors -- the one who'd lasted the longest -- had been expecting Gregor's child but, in fear of it being as its father was, killed herself prior to it being born.

Remembering her question about being his slave, he said, "You will have to do everything I ask of you, when I ask it of you, the way I ask it of you. Only then, will you be able to keep the beast under control."

Even though he didn't think it was necessary for keeping the Beast at bay, Gregor opened the big fur and revealed his solid erection, pointing up toward the wooden rafters and said, "Right now, I need you to pleasure me."

He reached out and took her by the shoulders, pulling her in between his parted legs. His movements and the way he manipulated her body meant only one thing: he wanted her lips around his cock.

 

[Belvino]

Ann slid off Gregor’s lap and carefully knelt between his knees. Her eyes were focused on his erection following his length up until she met his eyes. She knew what he wanted, and a part of Ann was glad that she could provide this for Gregor. So without any further hesitation she wrapped her lips tightly on Gregor’s erection and pushed his head farther into her mouth until she could feel him at the back of her throat. She tickled his shaft with her tongue and pulled her head back so she could suck on the tip of him.

Ann felt Gregor buck his hips against her mouth and surrendered her mouth to his thrusts. She could hear him groan in satisfaction as he slid further into her throat. She moved her head up and down his cock taking his full length with every downwards motion. He grabbed her head and stilled her suddenly. She looked up at him, but he was not really looking at her. His eyes were clouded over and his head was slightly back. She was about to pull away from him when he started thrusting hard and fast against her mouth sometimes using her head against her as he held it tightly between his hands. Ann closed her eyes and gripped his thighs tightly. It was all she could do to keep her lips wrapped around him. Finally she felt his cock leap in her mouth and a shot of hot cum poured down her throat.

Gregor let go of her head as his orgasm finished and for a while he just lay against the chair trying to come back from it. Ann watched him for a while before she stood to her feet and stoked the wood stove. There was still some rabbit stew in the pot, and they could eat that before retiring to bed once more. Ann filled a bowl for Gregor and herself when it was warm and they ate quickly. Gregor led her back to the bed after they had finished eating and settled in behind her as soon as she laid down. Ann rolled to face Gregor and curled up beneath his arm with her head on his shoulder.

"I hope I can be what you need," Ann whispered softly her thoughts turning towards Catriona, the women that had made Gregor who he was.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The feeling of Ann's mouth around his cock was incredible, so much so that Gregor was, he realized later, a bit aggressive about helping her to drive him to orgasm. He didn't concern himself with whether or not she would want his discharge in her mouth, but she didn't fight him when he held her over his leaping cock, nor did she spit his cum out once he'd released her head.

As he sat there, his heart pounding and his lung swelling and emptying, he marveled at how erotic this mouth sex was. It pleased him somehow, though he didn't know why.

When they were finished, Gregor simply slumped back into his chair and watched Ann rise and begin working around the cabin. She stoked the stove and scooped him a bowl of rabbit stew. He showed her where he'd hidden a bottle of better-than-average wine from her predecessor, without explaining to her that he'd had to hide it from the woman who had taken to drinking away the depression that had set upon her in her last days.

Eventually, Gregor led Ann back to what was now their bed. She rolled up close to him, facing Gregor

"I hope I can be what you need," she whispered.

"You can," he whispered back to her, kissing her forehead. "You will. I have confidence."

Gregor's words were sincere. Ann was different than any woman he'd ever met, and even though they'd only been together two days, he already knew -- or at least hoped -- that she would be the woman who would keep him a man for the rest of his life. Things were going to be different this time around...



But, then, things were the same as well. As Gregor had told Ann two months earlier, she would essentially be his slave. Just as Catriona had worked Gregor hard and often, Gregor did the same with Ann. The spring had broken just days after they'd come together, and within a few more days the snow was gone.

The work never seemed to be done: preparing the fields, repairing the out buildings, digging out the collapsed well, and more. In addition to helping Gregor outside, Ann also took care of most of the interior labor, too: cooking, cleaning, sewing, and more.

It reminded Gregor a great deal of his time with Catriona in this way. It reminded him of that time in another way, too: most nights and some full days, the two of them made love, filling the cabin with their cries and moans of pleasure.

It was the happiest time of Gregor's very long life, and Ann was -- as she'd hoped -- being every thing that her master needed. He hadn't felt the beast even threaten to rise in him since the day he'd told her of Cat.

Today, he got up early and went to the woods to check the snares. It turned out to be a good morning: two rabbits and an opossum. As he returned to the cabin, he found Ann outside at the end of the porch, leaning over the rail, throwing up. She'd been doing that a lot recently, particularly in the mornings but sometimes at other times. He didn't understand what it meant, but he was sure she did.