The moon was beginning its slow climb over the sleepy village as I finally decided the time was right. For a week now I'd prowled in the shadows and trees and surrounding foothills, watching, waiting, and planning. For a week I'd felt the irresistible pull of my curse, driving me ever onward in an endless search for my quarry. Now though, the time was right, with the village sleeping and naught but the moon to witness my wretched from slinking across the wild grasses and slipping through the fields of golden wheat. Mere moments was all it took to follow the screaming urges that tore at my psyche to my sleeping prey: a fertile maiden sleeping soundly in the lazy hamlet, her lush body and flesh a bounteous field of earth begging, no, screaming for my seed to be sown deep within her.
My curse demanded I take her, no matter the cost I incurred, no matter the misery I caused. There was no resisting or arguing with the urges that seemed to wrap my very soul in primal, lust-filled shackles. So closer I crept, my hulking mass making no sound, years now of living in this wretched prison that I now called my body had trained me to step lightly and quickly like the faeries that mothers told their children about. The hut that I approached was old and rough, its wood faded and aged like a forgotten toy. She was so close now, I could smell her, sense her, even see her now through a poorly-set and slightly-open window. She slept in the nude. An understandable choice perhaps due to the warm summer nights, but in the end it meant there was just one less obstacle between her and I.
Now I began to salivate, as always happened when I drew so close to the only release now left to me in this life. Slowly, gently, almost painfully I drew the window fully open, wincing at every slight groan and creak it made on its old hinges. This was the crucial point, any alert now would result in far more pain and misery, far more tragedy and bloodshed. I was a monster yes, but I was no great sadist. This was the only way I could live, the only thing I could do, I had no choice! That's what I told myself at least, even as I twisted and contorted through the window, finally drawing up to my full height in her room and examining my surroundings.
A lone candle faintly smoldering on the end table, a wardrobe looming in a shadowy corner silently judging me as I stalked toward the bed. She looked so peaceful sleeping there, her long raven hair sprawled out from her shifting in her sleep. Her fair skin seemed almost to gleam in the candlelight, her generous curves and voluptuous breasts inflaming my arousal, visions of breeding, rutting, reproducing dancing through my head, my urges screaming at me to ravish her and fill her with seed. I could no longer resist. With a practiced motion I placed my callused hand over her mouth and began to position my aching rod at her entrance. Her eyes flew open and what I assumed to be terror froze her in place.
Taking advantage of her shock, I forced myself inside her, my inhuman tool filling her completely. She strained against my hand then, her yells and screams muffled, but I continued my task, slowly withdrawing then roughly pounding her depths like a relentless battering ram at a palisade gate. Paying no heed to her squirming and thrashing I built momentum, gaining speed until finally I was pounding her into the bed, burying my free hand into the generous flesh of her ass. Greedily, I began sucking and nibbling at her nipples whenever I managed to catch them in my lips as my forceful and unforgiving fucking caused her bosom to bounce tantalizingly like a covetous pendulum. The pleasure grew and my thrusting reached a fevered pace as I plundered her ripe and luscious body for my selfish needs.
Suppressing a howl, I drove as deep as I could and finally came, pleasure exploding in my brain as my thick seed sprayed into her womb and made her mine. Satisfied now that she would carry my progeny I finally withdrew, the first small streams of cum beginning to leak from her now very thoroughly mated body. Then I released my hand from her mouth and began to turn away, ready to sprint away into the night before anyone could respond to her screams. Something I had never heard before happened then that stopped me cold. There was no screaming. With the urges quelled for now, I had enough peace of mind turn about, curious as to why the poor woman I'd sullied hadn't yet filled the air with a bloodcurdling shriek. She was leaning upright in the bed, masturbating furiously and when she noticed I'd hadn't left and was watching her she finally spoke.
"That was fucking amazing..."
Her eyes burrowed into mine as she fixed me with the most intense look I'd ever seen, not even the noblelady I'd once accosted and impregnated in a traveling carriage had produced such a piercing glare. For the first time in many years I opened my mouth to speak to another person, not to growl or howl or otherwise try to intimidate prey or pursuer.
