Maroon Cloa

The harsh caw of a crow cut through the quite forest, Blanchette barely glancing up at the gnarled and twisted limbs covered in lichen and old man's hair. A morning mist still lingered over the ground so that the trail was barely visible through the waist high ferns, the moss damp and the occasional patch of mud cold against her bare feet.

After a dozen steps she paused to glance around and shake the moisture from her cloak. She knew how pointless the gesture was since after another dozen steps the dew covering the ferns would have water dripping from the heavy maroon velvet in tiny rivulets.

Sounds were muffled and subdued in the forest, so much so that she pulled her hood back before brushing her long, straw colored hair away from her ears so that she could try to catch even the slightest sound.

Another minute passed with Blanchette standing motionless and straining to hear while clutching at a wicker basket full of boiled eggs, cheese, bread and a glass bottle of milk and another of wine.

Her other hand clutched at a small glass vial dangling on a silver chain around her neck.

"It's only a crawe," Blanchette said softly while pulling her hood back up, "You'll be jumping at your own shadow next!"

Blanchette started off once more, the wet ferns brushing against her cloak as she passed by making a soft whispering sound. Grand ma ma's small rough hewn timber cabin was still a mile away, the forest becoming ever more gloomy and shadowed when she topped a small rise and began down a steep slope into a narrow valley.

The moment she heard the branch break came almost as a relief.

She slowly turned her head until the beast came into view, a massive creature nearly seven feet tall even hunched over so that its long arms dangled almost to the forest floor. The beasts body was covered in coarse, bristly brown and black fur that did little to hide the hard muscles that rippled as it moved. Blanchette bit her lip and tried to control her trembling body as it stalked forward on the legs of a wolf, a deep, guttural growl issuing from a muzzle full of dagger sharp fangs attached to the face of a man.

"G'd day to you my lady," the beast said in a deep, gravely tenor as it approached with bright, blue eyes boring into Blanchette's brown, "On what business does such a beautiful, plump morsel brave the forest in these times of trouble?"

Blanchette gasped as the beast stepped closer and struggled to keep from turning to try to dash away. Even as her body trembled in fear her eyes were drawn from the beasts surprisingly human and even handsome eyes downward to take in the sight of his raw, pink member as long as her forearm jutting out from a mass of coarse fur and covered in a milky fluid.

"I..." Blanchette began while watching a droplet of that milky fluid hang by a thread before falling from the tip of the beasts member, "I'm on my way to my grand ma ma's house."

"Mmmmmm," the beast growled deep in his throat, "A dutiful child, what does a dutiful child bring in her basket?"

"Milk and cheese," Blanchette gasped, her head reeling with the musky smell of an animal mixed with something else, something chalky and enticing that caused her head to spin, "Bread and wine."

"Such a feast!" the beast growled and took another slow, deliberate step towards her while licking his lips with a long, flexible tongue as saliva dripping from its muzzle, "Such delicacies to be savored with your plump, ripe flesh!"

The beast lunged and Blanchette's hand that had never left the vial at her neck gave a sudden jerk, the fine silver chain snapping in an instant before she flung the bottle towards the beast. The delicate glass shattered in a burst of brilliant white light, dark spots making it impossible to see the beast as it gave a sudden roar of anguish and rage.

"What have you done!" the beast roared, the sound filling the forest and causing a sudden shower of dew drops to rain down from every leaf and branch.

Blanchette blinked her eyes until she was finally able to clearly see the beast frozen in mid stride.

"Witch!" the beast roared, "You've tricked me into your trap!"

Blanchette took a deep breath to control the trembling of her body and then began to slowly walk around the beast still frozen motionless.

"Such outrage," Blanchette said softly, her contralto voice so much softer than the beasts roars, "Forgive me, but I've no sympathy for you knowing what you would do with me if given but the chance."

Blanchette reached out a hand to run her fingers over the beasts arms, its bristly hair poking at the soft skin of her palm as its hard muscles rippled beneath her touch.

"Such arms, my beast," Blanchette whispered.

"The better to rend you limb from limb!" the beast roared.

Blanchette smiled, her fingers running up the beasts arms to caress his neck before tracing the line of his muzzle.

"Such sharp teeth, my beast," Blanchette said.

"The better to devour your sweat flesh!" the beast roared.

Blanchette stopped and stared up into the beasts blue eyes, something oddly familiar about them

"Such beautiful eyes, I know I've seen them before," Blanchette mulled softly as much to herself as to the beast.

"The better to gaze upon your full breasts as I suckle from your teats!" the beast growled.

Blanchette reached up to untie the drawstring from around her neck before releasing the sash around her waist, the deep maroon cloak falling open to reveal her naked body beneath. She reached a hand in to run slowly through the curls of her pubic hair and then up her stomach before finally reaching into a hidden inner pocked of the cloak to remove a second small vial. The beasts blue eyes stared hungrily at her naked flesh before she held the vial up an inch from his muzzle.

"Do you know what this is?" Blanchette asked quizzically.

"No, but I know what you want!" the beast growled, "I can smell your sex, the stink of your wet cunt like a bitch dog in heat!"

Blanchette licked her lips and brandished the vial towards the beast.

"Seaholly and mandragora, wormwood, milk of my own breast and the blood of my moon," Blanchette whispered, "Do you know what that is?"

"You wouldn't!" the beast roared, "Release me witch, I can smell what you want and will give you all that you wish for and more!"

"Ahhh, it is that 'more' that I take issue with," Blanchette replied and broke the wax seal on the stopper.

"Nooooo!" the beast roared causing a second sudden shower of dew drops to fall all around the forest.

Blanchette lifted the small bottle up to the beasts muzzle before pouring the softly glowing blue liquid into the gaping maw.

The beast gagged and would have fallen if not held firm by the potion of Wolfsbane, the body covered in bristly fur suddenly shuddering and shaking as if in the throws of a high fever.

The beast was incorrect on at least one point, Blanchette was no hedge witch casting magical spells. Her magic resided in the roots, the leaves, mushrooms and moss of the forest. An art learned at her grand ma ma's and mother's feet, and one she would pass down to her own daughter.

When she finally chose to fill her womb.

The beast roared and then let out an anguished howl that filled the forest. Muscles strained and shivered, saliva dripped from his muzzle in long ropes while he snarled and gnashed his teeth, but Blanchette's eyes were drawn to his member still standing at the ready and covered in the thick, milky cream she had noticed earlier. It was a raw, red thing just as beastly as rest without a foreskin or even skin for that matter and easily as long as her forearm. She stared at the beasts girth while her heart raced.

Blanchette knew when the beasts will shattered like an ill tempered sword struck against hard stone, the bristly, muscular body suddenly quiescing, the shudders suddenly stopping just as abruptly as the low growls so that it was standing quietly next to her.

"What is your name, my beast?" Blanchette whispered.

"Nate," the beast replied.

"Nathaniel?" Blanchette asked in surprise as she suddenly remembered a woodsman's blue eyes, eyes that so perfectly matched her beast.

"Aye, Nathaniel," the beast replied between pants.

Blanchette slipped her maroon cloak from her shoulders and spread it over a cushion of moss and ferns.

"What will you do if I release you, my Nathaniel?" Blanchette asked while reaching up to cup and squeeze the full globes of her breasts.

"I can still smell you," Nathaniel confessed, "I know what a bitch dog in heat wants."

"Then take me," Blanchette said before tossing a third vial towards Nathaniel so that it burst on his chest.

Blanchette gasped as Nathaniel surged forward and then cried out as she was picked bodily up off the ground before being spun around. In an instant she found herself on all fours and cried out at the prick of sharp claws digging into the flesh of her ass as Nathaniel spread her cheeks apart.

"I should have seen the trap the instant I smelled your cunt," Nathaniel growled from behind Blanchette, "Fear, yes, but your smell, your heat nearly gave your trap away!"

Blanchette could hear the sounds of Nathane sniffing at her sex, feel the press of his nose against her wet inner lips, could hear the deep inhalations as he took in her scent and then cried out at the feel of a long, rough tongue running from her clit up to her ass, the tip even poking at that small, dark rosebud.

"If you knew it was a trap, then why come to me?" Blanchette managed to gasp.

"The smell of a bitch in heat, the smell of your wet cunt and your excitement.... your... your anticipation?" Nathaniel growled, "You set your trap with a honey no beast... no man can resist!"

Blanchette cried out at the feel of Nathaniel's long tongue penetrating her, slipping deep into her wet sheath and then cried out again at the feel of the tip of his tongue circling the dome of her cervix, poking at the pinprick that led even deeper into her body.

Nathane quickly pulled his tongue out of Blanchette's trembling body and then with a growl mounted her. She had only a moment to gasp as Nathaniel's member slipped past her vulva and stretched her open, only a moment to cry out at the sudden pain. She could feel his length inside of her, filling every inch of her, pressing deep inside of her and knew she hadn't taken all of him.

Nathaniel growled deep in his throat and she could feel his teeth nipping at the back of her neck even before he began to thrust, her body being rocked forward until she was forced to lower her forearms so that her face and chest were pressed down on the velvet cloth of her cloak.

Wet slaps filled the forest along with Nathaniel's deep, animal growls, Blanchette quickly forgetting the pain of being stretched as the pleasure filled her. She could feel her body responding as her pleasure increased, Nathaniel's thrusts getting deeper and longer even as his pace increased. Sharp, bristly hair poked into her ass and her back, even her labia wasn't spared the sharp pricks and she cried out in her own pleasure to match Nathaniel's incessant growls.

Nathaniel's thrusts became more insistent, his member stabbing deep into her until she was positive that if she only looked she would be able to see his length dimpling her stomach beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes and savored the pleasure as well as the pain coursing through her and then cried out as Nathaniel's pace redoubled.

Suddenly Nathaniel roared at the same moment his body stiffened. Blanchette felt his seed spurt into her, felt the warmth of his seed turn to molten fire, her own screams of pleasure and pain matching Nathaniel's roars.

There was always a cost that came with the old ways. The old magic. It was only a question if one was willing to pay.

The fire inside of Blanchette continued to burn like molten metal even as Nathaniel pulled his length out of her and collapsed onto his back next to her. She bit her lip and tried not to moan, the fire never abating as she felt Nathaniel's seed spill out of her gaping vulva and down the inside of her thighs. Blanchette whimpered and cupped her hand over the mouth of her burning, gaping vulva to hold as much of Nathaniel's seed inside of her as she could before rolling over onto her back.

"My witch," Nathaniel gasped, the timber of his voice changed, "My beautiful witch in heat, I hope I gave you what you desired."

"You've only just begun," Blanchette said and then blinked when she rolled over and caught sight of her lover.

Nathaniel's face was once more that of just a man, the long muzzle having melted away, his sharp teeth now an even, white smile, the only thing left of the beast was the bristly hair of a beard left to grow for a day. Blanchette's eyes traced down his body, his muscular chest and flat stomach until she found his member no longer raw and covered in milky fluid, but still handsome and well endowed with the shape of his glans outlined against his uncut skin.

"Only just?" Nathaniel asked and reached out a hand to cup one of Blanchette's breasts before tweaking and pulling on a nipple painfully, "Even if the pleasure I give is that of 'just' a man and not the beast?"

"Ow!" Blanchette gasped and slapped at his hand while still cupping a hand over the mouth of her burning, gaping woman's mouth.

"Remember, Nathaniel," Blanchette said with a glare, "You are mine, body and soul so do not test me!"

"Test you?" Nathaniel said with a laugh and reached over to grab the handle of the wicker basket and pull it near, "I have no intention's other than to fuck you my witch... but a man needs his strength!"

Nathaniel pulled the bottle of wine and loaf of bread from the basket before pulling the cork stopper with just his teeth. Blanchette watched as he took a swig of wine straight from the bottle before offering it to her. One hand still covering her burning sex she reached out to accept the bottle.

Grand ma ma would understand, she had helped select what would be needed for Blanchette's little adventure, helped Blanchette brew the potions, set the plans in motion and didn't expect her until sunup.

The day after tomorrow.

Blanchette took a swallow of the rich, red wine and smiled at Nathaniel's wide grin, the fluid warming her stomach just as his fluid still burned deep inside of her body.

The old magic, the oldest magic had pulled Nathaniel out of the beast so she would make do with the man for the rest of the day. But tonight.

Tonight and possibly even the next the pale light of the moon would once more set the beast free.