Peculiar Hunger Witch 08

Content warning: futa/male, milf

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Evening had fallen over the morph tribe, slowing down the daily activities. Many of the tribe members had fallen for the sudden surges of lust that filled them and found themselves together. The noises of their lovemaking could be heard throughout the camp, which cast a slight smile on Belor's face.

The young vampire was resting in the shaman's hut. With ever-lustful eyes, he drank in the sleeping figure of Intara. Her sizeable tits heaved gently from the rhythmic breathing, and the greedy man couldn't help himself and groped a hefty breast, kneading it softly. Motherly and desirable was her form begging to be touched.

Heavily, the air was still filled with the scent of their excessive coupling. Maybe Belor had driven her too far for a first time with him because the moment they went back to the tent, the mature morph quickly fell asleep. His inner beast was difficult enough to control, but faced with the primal scents of the morphs, it was even harder to not jump on the next cock or set of tits.

With a sigh, his gaze wandered over to the soft shaft resting against her chunky thigh. Desires sparked inside of the vampire, ready for another round as always, but before making any questionable decisions, he stood up.

As he was about to leave the tent to go for an evening walk, a quiet voice rang out from the entrance. "Intara? Are you still awake? I have some questions." The tent flap was lifted slightly, and the petite figure of Lily came into sight.

Immediately the hunger followed as Belor drank in the small figure of this young morph. Her frail form was not quite his taste, especially with that flat chest hidden behind the fur, but she easily made up for it with the hefty shaft hanging between her legs. That veiny beast was made for breeding.

"It seems that your spiritual guide is currently resting. Maybe I can help you, though." The vampire's smile made Lily shiver in delight, and she could feel the searing fire of lust igniting inside of her.

Quickly the morph stepped into the tent with a shy blush while nervously scratching her small horns. "Oh, Pale Prince. I didn't expect you to be here. I wanted to talk with Intara about something. I don't want to bother you."

Seeing that he had to once again take the initiative, Belor motioned for the girl to come closer, which she eagerly followed. The vampire took her into his arms, making her feel his enchanting form. A satisfied sigh came from Lily as she molded against him, taking in his wonderful scent.

"What a delightful little creature you are. Come, ask me those questions that are on your mind." With a slow caress, he made her feel safe in his arms.

The petite woman looked up at him with nervous eyes while leaning against his chest. "I wanted to hear some old stories about you. Many of the tribe know of the Pale Prince, but I wanted to hear the old legends and what they are about."

A smile formed on the pale man's face, and he rested a hand on the side of hers. Lily eagerly rubbed herself against it for more affections. "I could tell you many a story about the events in the past, but I think a demonstration will be far more effective, my dear."

Upon realizing what he meant, the morph eagerly followed his pull towards the fur bed of Intara in the corner. A small concern crept onto her face about disturbing the shaman in her sleep, but quickly those were washed away with another smile from this enchanting man.

"Don't worry, darling. She won't wake up no matter how loud you scream my name." The heavy red in Lily's face was a reward for his lustful words. Her weighty cock was already standing at full attention, and Belor gently grasped the hot flesh, which made the morph whimper lustfully.

His own desires were already on high alert, so he decided to skip foreplay for now. The vampire needed this rod deep inside of his tight heat. Slowly he got down onto his back and presented his desirable figure to her gaze. "Get down here, Lily, and make love to me. I need to feel you."

Those simple words were enough to send the petite woman overboard. She got on her knees between his legs, which he instinctively lifted up to give her access to that divine little pucker hidden by those cute butt cheeks.

Her lustful advances stopped as her gaze found that wonderful cock of his slowly rushing to full size. It wasn't quite as impressive as her own shaft, but it looked so beautiful and suckable.

Before the morph could descend onto it, Belor stopped her. "Later, my darling. I need you inside of me first."

Lily nodded and carefully positioned her massive shaft between his cheeks, gently prodding against that pretty rosebud. Like giving naughty kisses that pucker pressed against her engorged tip, greedy to be stretched open. From last time, she knew that she didn't need to be careful.

With barely any effort, his hole welcomed her hot member. Once again her mind could barely comprehend how the entrance was so easy but yet so wonderfully tight. His inner walls clenched around that hard shaft, urging her in until she was completely hilted inside.

The bite on her own lip almost drew blood as the intensity washed over her. Belor watched the effect he had on her face with delight. His legs rested on her shoulders and locked behind her back to keep the morph from pulling away. That meaty cock was throbbing inside of him, and he was unwilling to let go.

"I am glad that you are enjoying my body, honey, but I would prefer to share some of that enjoyment." Lily let out an apologetic gasp as her mind snaps back to reality from that hazy lust. After a quick nod, the morph started moving inside of this tight hole, setting up a slow rhythm of fucking.

The sensation of her thick shaft stretching him over and over again combined with that cute face filled with lustful concentration was exactly what Belor wanted. Deep moans of desire escaped him as that meaty cock plundered his insides. This time the morph didn't need Kath's help to fuck him.

She leaned over him and gripped onto his sides as her pace picked up from a sensual fucking to a more primal rutting. Lily was still a morph after all, and those primitive instincts to breed took over. Even though there was no way of creating life like this, her body still begged to fill this needy man.

With every thrust, her balls slapped against his cheeks with a meaty whack only drowned out by her hips hitting them as well. Belor held onto the fur and the sleeping Intara next to him as the small morph now really fucked his ass. Heavy breaths followed every surge forward as she rearranged his guts in the most pleasurable way.

The vampire could feel her sizeable shaft raking against his prostate easily, which made his own cock throb like crazy. It was unlikely that the mortal would bring him to his own release, but it was delightful nonetheless.

Sadly enough, Lily did not scream his name; she was too focused and concentrated to not finish too soon. Sweat built up on her body as the small woman put in as much effort as her petite body could muster. A deluge of creamy, potent essence was building up inside of her balls, ready to be unleashed at any moment.

"Pale Prince, I..." Nothing else came over her lips as that insane orgasm finally washed over her. With a cute groan of primal lust, the floodgates opened. With wide eyes, her essence spilled into this man who had her under his spell.

With every spurt of virile seed that coated his inner walls, Belor let out a lustful moan. Lily had dropped onto his chest and was rutting this wonderful man uncontrollably. Her body writhed and shuddered while riding her orgasm. It felt like forever until the morph's cock was finally spent, leaving her exhausted but satisfied.

Once again, Belor's gentle hand caressed her back, and he enjoyed the feeling of her form on his. The purple glow in his eyes made slight light in the darkness, shining over this small woman.

"You are getting much better at that, darling. It won't take long until you have me screaming your name, but we need many more couplings until we reach that point." The vampire's words sparked another shy but excited blush in her face as her shaft spurted out the last few drops of her love inside of him.

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Chieftain Lontos stepped out of his tent with a pleasant exhaustion in his muscles. The hulking figure stretched for a moment to get the sore feeling out of his body, but a smile rested on his face. His wife rarely had such lustful needs, but he happily had obliged her desires.

His gaze wandered over the camp, seeing similar scenes playing out. Apparently the surge of lust had affected all of his people, and the chief saw many exhausted and happy faces like his own. When he spotted the reason for such an effect, the massive morph walked over to the enigmatic figure.

Belor looked up from the shaman next to him towards the approaching morph. His hand still rests on the hefty ass of the curvy woman who was still breathing heavily. Of course he had sucked another load out of her right after she woke up. "Good morning, chieftain. I hope you had a pleasant night."

"Pleasant indeed. I barely could keep my wife off of me throughout the night." A heavy paw landed on the slender man's shoulder. "I don't know how you are doing it or which spirits follow you, but I agree with my shaman here. I gladly have an alliance between the two of us."

"The spirits very much favor this bond." Intara leaned against this mysterious man, her mind still stuck on the delightful feeling of his lips wrapped around her shaft.

"Wonderful. I would keep the conditions the very same as they have been in the past. We will help each other out in times of need; our borders are open to each other, and a constant diplomatic channel would be appreciated." The muscular chieftain raised his brows at the vampire's words, especially the last part.

"Diplomatic channel? Speak with simpler words, will you?" Slight annoyance sat in the large morph's tone.

"My apologies. I am used to company that actually puts value on veiling words. A semi-permanent visitor in my manor would help both of us with a deeper connection. I would actually suggest your shaman here for now unless you have a better candidate." A soft smile rested on Belor's face.

"This would be very good for us. I'll gladly keep good relations between the tribes." Intara could not hide the excitement in her words. The thought of having more time with this amazing lover made her blood pool once again between her thighs.

After a few silent moments of thought, the hulking morph slowly nodded at the suggestion. "Good. We might miss our shaman, but if you promise to take care of her and send her back sometimes, I shall agree to these terms."

Belor took the large hand of the chieftain and sealed the agreement. "Do not worry, my friend. I will take good care of her. Like you said, if she is needed, I will bring her back safely, and you can send someone else who would want to visit me." Of course the vampire did not mention who he had in mind with those last words.

"I will get my things ready." With much enthusiasm, the mature shaman rushed back to her tent.

"Actually, there is something else that I would like to ask you, Lontos. Do you still have contact with other tribes, especially in the north?" Belor stopped the chief before he could leave again.

"Hm, we have loose contact with the other tribes, but my people are aware of them. Why are you asking?" Surprised by the strange question, Lontos looked down at the slender man with intrigue.

An innocent, mysterious smile was not answer enough for the chieftain. "You see, there is someone that I would like to contact. Have you ever heard the story of the Frosthound? It is a legend of your northern brothers."

Lontos shook his head in unknowing, but if this enigmatic figure wants to meet another figure, it must be of importance.

"Well, I would only want you to send a messenger there to inform the Frosthound that her favorite pup would like a visit." The strange message and relation didn't tell much about Belor's intentions.

"Sending someone of my people that far could be dangerous, but I am willing to do it if you could help me out with something as well." Curiously, the vampire followed the chieftain, who slowly started walking through his camp, waiting for further explanation.

"Some of my hunters reported that the northern part of the forest is afflicted by a strange condition. Life does not grow easy there." Every step of the massive morp required two steps of Belor. The other tribe members gave respectful nods towards their leader as he walked past and curious and lustful glances towards the vampire.

"Of course, I asked Intara about the matter, and she told me that magic is causing such a corruption. Plants wither and die away while animals don't even step there." From the tone of his voice, it was clear that the problem had been festering for a while. "We tried rituals to stop the decay, but nothing worked. At least my hunters managed to find the center of it."

At the edge of the camp, Lontos' steps stopped, and he looked towards the slender man next to him. "If you are of powerful magic and spirit, you also must be able to withstand the decay and therefore be able to take care of the problem. I am willing to send a messenger wherever you want if that corruption stops spreading."

With a thoughtful look towards the north, the young vampire stood silent for a second, but then he smiled. "Very well, Lontos. I will look into this problem and do what I can. The message will be a nice reward, but the issue might be bigger than that."

Before the chieftain can say anything else, the slender figure continued. "Of course I only know that if I take a look at it, we have a deal for now."

Without another word, Belor's form melted into fur and teeth, and Lontos could only look on baffled as the transformed wolf made its way into the forest.

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Soon the lush forest gave way to the very corruption the chieftain was talking about. The greenery was not visibly decaying, but the process was still tangible. Belor could feel his own body hurting from this strange aura, but the regenerative abilities of being a vampire kept him together. It was surprising that his body was actually affected because technically he was already dead.

Curiously he stepped through the dead plants and gnarly trees. The closer he got to the center, the stronger the aura got. It didn't take long for him to figure out that something or someone was sucking all the life out of the land. He also did not miss the similarities to his own kind.

After half an hour of wandering, something else crept up between the decaying flora. To his surprise, a small hut nestled in the middle of this corruption was surrounded by a small garden and a pond. The whole scenery felt quite eerie because the immediate area around the hut was unaffected by the decay. Vegetables and herbs grew happily while everything else around them slowly withered away.

Cautiously the vampire kept his distance, watching for any changes or inhabitants. It didn't take long to spot a robed figure stepping out of the building with a watering can and a small sickle. From the form, Belor could tell that it was a woman who carried herself with a certain grace.

With knowing movements, she took care of the small garden, watering the plants and collecting some herbs. Throughout her work, the slender man caught a glimpse of her face. The hermit was quite attractive, but wrinkles of age and a life of concern marked her features. In Belor's eyes they did little to minder her beauty. She must be around fifty, but the vampire also knew that looks can be deceiving.

The feeling that the usual deception would not work was clear, so Belor decided on a plan that his mother would heavily advise against. His form shifted back into his usual pretty self, and he simply enough walked towards the hermit.

It didn't take long for the mature woman to spot this beautiful man walking towards her hut, and her eyes squinted in suspicion. No weapon was on her body except the small sickle, but Belor knew that physical weapons would be of little concern.

"Good day, stranger. Quite the nice play you have here. A rather strange area to set up shop, don't you think?" A confident smirk rested on the vampire's face as he stopped just a few meters away from the hermit, who had cautiously stood up.

Her figure was still full beneath that robe, and the ever-lustful man's interest was immediately awoken. With a hand on his hip, he looked her over, not displaying his interest too openly.

"I think it even stranger to walk all the way here unharmed especially in a fancy suit like that. What are you, and what do you want from me?" The smoky voice of the woman was pleasant but clearly filled with suspicion. She removed the hood that was hiding most of her head to reveal long brown hair with some gorgeous gray streaks.

"What I am is mine to keep, and there are many things I would want, especially from a lady like you." The flirtatious attempt was met more with confusion than anything else, but the hermit let out a slight chuckle. A rush of desire ran through Belor because that little amusement only added to her attraction.

"A creature of power of some sort risking life only to flirt with an old woman. You are something else, I see. That can't be your only interest." Feeling no danger coming from the stranger, the lady continued her gardening, at least willing to not send him away. He was quite attractive after all.

"Is it that surprising that a woman like you would have someone trying to court her? You are giving yourself not enough credit. I would know a few people who would risk their lives for a moment with you." Belor walked next to her and watched her work for a moment. "But you are right; getting you into bed isn't the only reason why I am here."

The hermit could feel the very aura of lust sparking from this elusive figure. Sensations of desires rose within her, feelings she hadn't felt for a long time. With cautious movement, the old lady glanced up at him. "Some kind of lust demon, maybe?"

A rare flicker of annoyance sparked in Belor's eyes after being called a demon, but he did not act up. "My darling, a demon would do many awful things I would never even consider. They are vile creatures who deserve nothing but destruction, and anyone even talking with them is a fool."

Just as expected, the words had some effect on the robed figure. It was strange for Belor that she first thought of lust demons when faced with something she didn't understand, as most common folk wouldn't even dare to speak of devilry besides idiots.

"I think a more private conversation would be in order. I would love some tea." Without asking, the young man turned around and walked towards the small hut, leaving behind a stunned lady. It took her some moments to collect herself before she finished up and followed him.

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Sometimes Belor was surprised how far silly confidence got him every time. Maybe his looks also played a role. He looked around the small hut while waiting for the hermit lady to prepare some tea. It was a very frugal interior with the bare necessities. The woman was working in a small cooking area that also served as a workplace for herbal needs. Dried plants hung around the room while bottles and other small containers held plenty of different herbs and tinctures.

The room was of little interest to him, though, and most of his time was spent drinking in the form of this strange woman. Her figure might be hidden beneath the robe, but with every movement the young vampire saw more of her features. She was clearly aware of his hungry gaze but kept up her work.