Sam's New Purpose WIP
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They called it Gods wrath. It hit early and with it came bitter cold winds. Most of the lords stayed holed up in their castles while the serfs froze. Sam was lucky, his family lived outside of a Lords ownership but with that freedom came uncertainty. During the long winter Sam's parents died. Being a boy with a considerable aptitude for hunting he found his way going about killing the beasts that terrorized peasants. By twenty Sam was a swift hunter. He could kill most any beast with nothing but his hands, although his skill lay largely with his weaponry; Bows and knives. He was well known and greatly sought after by many of the woman around him. Even some Ladies would wish after him during long, cold winter nights. Despite this he remained to himself and his endeavors had brought him a small cottage outside the capitol and a fine stallion to match his spirit. He was content with his humble living.
With his bow strung across his back Sam rode out, early as ever, to the woods. His ride was always the same every morning. But this morning, He rode North, to the dark-wood. Few times had he ventured there. It was, approximately, a two-day ride. Most people said witches and goblins hid in its mossy depths, but Sam knew better. He had never seen anything remotely unnatural or magical in his whole life, even in his few ventures to the dark-wood, and he wouldn't let rumors stop him.
The first day in the wood was uneventful, he saw nothing, and the wood itself was quiet as death. "Its quite strange, I've never seen a wood so quiet." Sam said to finch, his stallion as he pitched his tent for the night. Sam lay in near total darkness looking up through the thick foliage to the night sky. Every so often a light breeze would find its way through the leaves make the branches sway. Just as he began to doze off he heard soft movement in the brush. He snapped awake and grabbed his bow. With an arrow notched in place he crept along the edge of embankment that he had set up camp under. His movement stopped with a jerk as he beheld a most spectacular image. It was a great wolf. It appeared to be almost as large as his horse and its brilliant white fur seemed to glow in the still night. Sam slowly drew back his arrow while keeping a steady eye on the beast. Its large ice blue eyes were fixed intently on Sam. "What a prize this pelt would be", Sam thought to himself. He would never need to hunt again. He held his breath. The beast stared. Sam was puzzled by the beast's stillness, but it didn't matter. It probably had never seen a human before so it didn't know to be afraid. Sam released. The arrow cut the stillness. Its mark was true. The beast jolted when the arrow imbedded itself deep into its neck. Then it fell down its life gone. Sam smiled to himself, what an easy kill. But before he could make his way the corpse another wolf appeared. Much like the first but with deep emerald eyes. Sam quickly drew back an arrow expecting the beast to jump. But it didn't. He was about to release when his hands dropped the bow.
"Wha.."
Sam dropped to his knees. He couldn't control his body. It was as if great weights her on his arms and he could lift them.
"What the hell?!"
The wolf walked calmly towards him. Suddenly a voice spoke into Sam's head. It was deep, but gentle.
"Why"
"W-What?!" Sam exclaimed in confusion.
"Why did you kill my sister, she was a mother, a mother of the wood, she was kind"
"What do you mean?" Sam's heart was racing, he franticly tried to reach for his knife but his hands would not respond. The wolf was now directly on front of Sam. So close that he could feel her breath.
"How could you rob the world of life"
"I, I don't understand"
"You will, nature will balance itself. You have taken life, and now you will give life back, it is only fair"
"Give it back?"
The wolf stepped close to Sam. Her snout was nearly touching his nose. He tried to pull back but couldn't. Then she pushed into him. Sam though she was attacking him but with a jump he realized she was kissing him. It was passionate, he felt her great tongue working around in his mouth and he tasted her saliva. He felt her hot breath, he could smell her, feel her heat, he wanted her. No, no, he snapped back to consciousness. This is wrong. Just then she pulled away. The wood was still. A single thread of saliva lingered between them and glistened in the moonlight. Her smell still hung about him like a fog. Her great green eyes pierced his being.
"Every full moon from now on you will accept the creation life within your body, from any beast that choses you, as payment for the life you stole, you understand?"
Sam caught his breath, "h-how am I supposed to create life within my body?". Sam's vision began to fade. The last thing he heard was the wolfs distant voice.
"The same way all mothers do"
Sam woke up with a start. He was laying on his back, where he had gone to bed last night. He sat up. Finch was eating a tuft of grass next to the tree to which he was tied. Sam's weapons lay neatly next to them right where he had placed them before laying down last night. He flopped back down with a sigh and rubbed his forehead. What bizarre dream. He shook his head. He had never looked at animals in a sexual manner before, but that wolf, with its powerful, graceful body. Sam sat up, it was just a dream. His head would clear up eventually. He looked back down at his bow. He had sworn he had a full quiver when he rode out yesterday, but an arrow was missing. Must've dropped out somewhere, he figured. Sam walked along the embankment. Funny how real that dream felt. He walked over to where he had slain the beast in his dream. No blood. No tracks. He sighed and walked off. Last night's dream really put Sam out the hunting mood. Going back to his camp and began to saddle up finch. "We'll come back next week" Sam said when finch gave him a confused look. Sam's hunting trips usually lasted a lot longer than a day.
Sam didn't go back the next week, or the week after in fact. He wouldn't admit it to anybody, not even himself, but every time he let his mind wander it would make its make back to that cool night. One day the tanner, for whom Sam worked, found him distracted from his work.
"what on your mind, never seen ya so distant."
Sam snapped out of thought.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I've not been quite myself as of late."
The tanner pat Sam on the back.
"It's all right son, you've been givin' me good for your whole employment. Come to think of it you should take some time off, it's the full moon festival tonight, go enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, sir,"
"No need Sam."
Just as Sam was about to walk out the tanner called to him from the back of his shop.
"You know what, take a couple weeks off. I reckon we have enough skins in here to cloth a city. And my fat sow's bout to give birth to a whole litter of piglets and I best stick around out at my farmstead to make sure nothin' makes off with em."
Sam stepped out into the city street. Some say that country folk hate the city, but Sam would beg to differ. Of course, nobody enjoys the filth, and stench, and the stray dogs; there was one on nearly every street corner and they took up residence in old abandoned buildings. The city was lenient on them, at least they kept the beggars out. Sam stepped into a market square, one of many packed tightly in the thin, crowded streets of the city. This is what he liked. the diversity, the people. The Capitol itself was built like a great wheel. The hub was the grand castle and all its minor buildings. While Five major streets reached out from the hub to the outer wall, like spokes. The city was massive. Even though the main streets were almost always crowded, the further you wandered off them, the thinner the crowds became until, you were completely alone. The deep inner alleyways were small, claustrophobic even, crammed between the tall sandstone buildings. If you were unlucky enough to find yourself here, you would probably have a nasty run in with thugs or strays. The city guard didn't even wander into those depths.
Sam wasn't interested in those alleyways though. Not today. Today he was heading to the moon festival. It was nearly dusk when Joerg, the tanner, let him off work. Sam figured some festivities would set his mind at ease so he made his way the castle hub just in time for the beginning of the celebration. It wasn't a large celebration; as having one every month would very nearly bankrupt the crown. Sam enjoyed himself. He ate, and drank, and talked to friends. Before he knew it, it was over. Sam strolled casually down a side street. The main was too busy for his liking. Just then Sam's mind recalled the dream, something, something the wolf had said, was it to do with the full moon? He couldn't remember. He looked up at the bright moon. Sam had never felt so alive that night, maybe it was the party. He felt like all his senses were homed in, alert, powerful. He yawned. The streets were nearly abandoned. Sam smiled to himself, what a great night.Next update: Sam's night takes an unexpected turn.
Sam strolled past a small alleyway taking no heed to the stray mutt that was rummaging around in it. The dog's ears shot up. He looked around. It was unmistakable, that smell. He knew what it was.
Bitch.
Bitch in heat.
He didn't need much. He had only gotten a distant whiff of it, but he knew. And this smell wasn't anything like a normal. This bitch was desperate, she needed to be fucked, her smell was intoxicating. He ran out into the street. The night was still. There were no other dogs around. But he was certain of what he smelled. A man strolled down the street to his left but the dog didn't care. He breathed heavily searching for that smell. And then, there it was. Even more potent. His panting became heavy. He had never smelled a bitch so ready, so wanting. He would conquer her, she wanted his pups and he could smell it. He franticly looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. He wined as he frantically paced around looking down each alleyway he passed. The red tip of his hot cock began to peek from its sheath, its hot smell finally released. Sam's absent-minded stroll came to a sudden stop. Something pricked at his nose. Something unfamiliar. It was a hot, persistent smell. His heart raced with each breath. His legs began to feel weak. He stumbled to the side of the street and leaned on a wall. His chest felt tight.
"What the hell"
His legs were growing even more weak, he wanted to drop to his knees but he fought the urge as best he could. He turned and looked down the street. A dog stood looking at him in quizzingly. He swallowed and tried to regain he composure. He pushed off the wall and was about to begin down the street when the smell hit him with new intensity. He fell to the ground. He groaned and tried to pull himself to his feet but his legs were too weak. He looked up. The dog was still standing there, but now he noticed something else. The dogs red cock was fully unsheathed, a small bead of precum was at its tip. Sam's mouth became dry, the hot smell was overpowering. He moaned. He was suddenly aware of his own penis, it began to grow. Sam whimpered.
"w-why is this happening"
The dog was puzzled. He had never seen a man act so strangely. But something else mattered more right now. He had never been so hard before; the smell of heat was heavy on the air. Then something clicked. Was that smell coming from the human? He walked over. It must be! The smell was only intensifying as he grew closer.
"S-stay back you mutt"
Sam tried to push himself away but he couldn't muster enough strength. His penis was now ached with excitement, he couldn't remember being so hard before. The dog stopped above him. Sam's eyes fell back down to its cock. He now knew where the smell was coming from.
"no, no this is wrong"
The bitches smell was now the only thing that occupied the dogs mind. He didn't care if his bitch looked like a human, her smell told him everything. He lunged forward and tore away Sam's pants. Sam whimpered with fright. Despite Sam's best attempts the dog buried his snout between Sam's legs and tried to get a taste of as much of Sam's heat as he could. The dog furiously licked away on Sam's penis and ass. Sam turned over and tried to crawl away but he only gave the dog a better position to happily lick up his heat. His mind raced, he tried to regain control of his thoughts but one sensation slowly became stronger; An aching in Sam's belly. A want, a need. An emptiness that needed to be filled. He needed the dog to mount him, to conquer him as its bitch. Sam's body wanted to be bred. The dog's licks slowly climbed down Sam's shaft and up to his ass. Satisfied that his bitch was sufficiently prepared the dog pulled away. Sam whined. Why did he stop? Sam stuck his ass into the air, whining for the dog to continue.
"What the fuck am I doing"
Sam suddenly snapped back, but before he could get away the dog mounted. He felt its claws push down on his back, and its smooth body against his. Catching him by surprise, the dog pushed Sam's upper body into the ground. Sam's face was up against the ground and hot with shame. His penis ached for relief. The dog shifted its weight off Sam's back and lets its front legs fall in front of his thighs where it locked on to him. Sam felt its hot body on him, it was strong, and powerful. He could feel its drool dripping on his neck and the dog's smell was filling Sam's mind. The dog's grip tightened as it began to thrust at Sam's ass. Sam felt its hot tip hitting him searching for entry, and then it found its mark. Sam grunted. The dog pushed the full extent of its dripping red dick deep into Sam's ass. Sam struggled. It hurt. He needed to escape, this wasn't good. The dog, unhappy that its bitch was protesting, grabbed Sam's neck with its powerful jaws forcing him to stop fighting. After a moment, it began to thrust. Powerful thrusts. Each thrust brought their bodies together with a meaty slap.
"What the fuck is happening?!"
The dog was slamming Sam's ass ferociously. Sam could no longer think straight. The smells of sex became too powerful to overcome around him. A new sensation started to grow in his chest. He could feel a hot wetness coming from his nipples. He vaguely was also aware of six other nipples that where slowly perking out from his chest. The dogs pace quickened. Sam could do nothing. He felt the slippery cock filling his ass, and with each thrust a knot slowly beginning to grow. No! No wait! This is wrong! Wrong hole! I can't have puppies this way! Puppies? Why? Yes! Yes, puppies! I need his cum to fill my womb! not my ass! It was too late now. The hot, sweaty knot was fully buried into Sam's tight ass with one final, deep, thrust. Sam gasped. The dog's massive pulsating member began furiously shooting hot ropes of semen deep into Sam's ass. The sensation pushed Sam over and he came as well. His semen shot all over his chest and the ground. His penis shot all the cum it had until it shriveled up into his body. Sam was almost unaware of this change as he could feel a growing warmth deep in his ass as the dog filled him. The pleasure from all these new sensations sent Sam into a convulsing fit of pleasure which lasted for minuets. Waves of pleasure shot through him with every movement of the dog. the dog finished dumping his load into Sam's ass and unmounted with a turn to face opposite from him, its knot still in Sam's ass. The dog's swift movement sent Sam into even more fits of pleasure. Accouple minutes later, with Sam still shaking, the knot had shrunk enough so that it came out of Sam's ass with a pop. The dog retreated a few paces away to lick his sore member. Sam collapsed onto the ground as hot semen drooled out of his ass. He was so full that any movement made the cum squirt out even faster. As the cum slowly worked its way down Sam's ass he was given a sudden shock. Something was wrong. There was something new. A small mound of flesh just below his penis. He shuddered as the warm cum found its way down the slit of the new mound. Sam looked down at his sex. His once proud penis was barely visible against his scrotum. It was very small. Behind his balls and just barely visible before it stretched underneath him was the mound. It was dark, and velvety. A pleasant smell wafted up from it. It was also very sensitive, just a light breeze of it made him shudder. With a shaking hand, he reached beneath himself to touch it. he slowly lifted his finger up to it. He yelped in surprise as his finger slipped between swollen lips and into his own body. There was a sudden felling, a sudden want, for more. It wanted to be filled. He pulled his finger back with surprise and stared at it as it glistened with his own juices in the moonlight. He looked up at the dog who was now taking interest as to why its bitch was acting strange. Then the dog saw it. Why had he missed it before? There was no mistaking it. The female had a wet black cunt right beneath the hole he had just used. And what's more the smell of his female was even stronger than before. What he needed to do was obvious. The dog shot towards Sam. Realizing all too late what its intention was Sam had no chance of escape. This time the dog knew what he was looking for. Sam cried with shock as the dog buried its wet snout into his wet cunt. The smell and taste was glorious, the dog had never wanted a bitch so badly. Sam's fluids began to flow freely as the dog happily licked them up. Sam arched his back. His eight perky little breasts were now clearly visible in the night. Their nipples each had small beads of milk slowly leaking out. Sam could no longer hold himself back. He moaned and ground his hips against the dog's snout trying to get the most of each lick. His thighs shone in the moonlight with his own pussy juice and a growing puddle was forming beneath him. He was now moaning freely with the immense amount of pleasure that was flowing through his body. The dog stopped. This time, Sam new what it wanted. He flipped around and stuck his ass up into the air. The aching in his cunt was unstoppable. The dog's frantic licks could no longer do. He needed cock, no, she needed cock. Hot, hard, smelly, red, canine cock. Her womb ached for rich, heavy semen. And she needed puppies, she needed puppies to please her conqueror. After waiting for his bitch to stick her ass up he mounted. This time his penis found its mark perfectly. Sam's new cunt was right where it needed to be for breeding with her fellow dogs. Instead of immediately thrusting, the dog sopped when the full extent of its throbbing member was inside Sam. It was shocked, it had never felt a bitch so wet, so hot, so perfect. Her cunt was sucking him in. On entry Sam came, hard. The way the thick, hot, red tip of her master's cock had spread her swollen lips and slid slowly into place made her spasm with an orgasm ten times more powerful than before. Cum and piss shot from her canine cunt. Her teats leaked milk furiously. What remained of her male organs shriveled up into her body and an empty, waiting womb formed in her belly. Regaining his composure, the dog began to thrust with passion. Sam pushed her cunt back to meet his thrusts with loud wet slaps. Sam's tongue hung out one side of her mouth as the dog's hot cock stirred up her insides. This is all she wanted, to be bred, fucked, all day and all night. Sam's teats grew out into modest breasts and a small brown fuzz began to grow around her body. Sam's pussy sucked furiously at the dogs swelling cock. As the knot began to grow, it became obvious that once in, the knot wouldn't come out. But what did it matter? Just the thought of being filled with a knot and pumped full of semen made her orgasms stronger. The dogs pace became faster. Her smell was driving him insane. Sam loved being beneath the dog, feeling its hot sweaty body push down on her, felling its knot being driven deeper into her pussy, smelling its sweat and passion and penis. Sam was a bitch. With one final powerful thrust the dog pushed his engorged knot deep into Sam's cunt. Sam's pussy viciously clamped down on in and milked the cum out. This time the dog came even more than before, and so did Sam. Sam's body shook beneath the dog as he pushed his enflamed member as deep as he physically could. Sam's face was covered in her own drool and sweat as she came. thick milk shot freely from her teats and her pussy shot hot juices in a spray all over her and her mate. She was now shaking uncontrollably. The dog continued to cum. Its hot rich cum had no doubt fertilized Sam's womb. Sam's belly grew warm as the thick ropes of cum covered every inch of his insides, staining them with the dog's scent. Sam was happy, she would soon have puppies and she wanted to be a mother. Sometime later, as the last squirts of liquid shot from Sam's swollen cunt, both her and her mate collapsed, exhausted, knot still firmly logged inside of her. Sam lay in a puddle of her own semen, piss, cum and milk. Her body was covered with the scent of her new alpha. She didn't care, after all, she was his bitch.
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