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At the edge of a town busy with people and merchants passing here and there, a thicket of trees marked the border of a forest where few traveled. There were creatures and beasts within the forest that made it wiser to take a detour, but there was another reason why people avoided the wilds. Along with the danger, an old legend kept most from wandering in the forest, a tale about a little cottage out somewhere near the center of the forest haunted and mystified. It was said that long ago, music could be heard coming from the lonely cottage at least once a week. There were those who went to sit in on the performance, curious to see the troupe of troubadours that made their home in the forest, but all they found was a pretty home kept clean and pristine despite being alone in the middle of the wild green. The people who had seen the cottage said it was a thing of beauty with flowers at the front with peachwood stairs that welcomed people to a rosy colored door. They had peeked through the windows and even checked inside, but found that there had been nothing at all, not even signs of life. Despite the discovery of nothing at all, every week the music continued to play and play and even the sound of laughter could be heard over and over again, or so the people old enough to remember said. The noise traveled through the night with an unearthly twang that kept people up during the latest hours of the evening until the spirits, or fae, or whatever had their fill. Still, no one complained. No one would dare disturb what they thought was a ground haunted by at the very least merry spirits. Eventually, the festivities in the forest seemed to stop. The weekly music and haunting joy that sifted out of the trees slowed and slowed until it came to a deathly quiet halt. Curious as could be, there were those who went to see what had happened, only to find that the cottage that had been so pretty, laid barren and covered in vine and bramble, the flowers wilted and grey with death. A weight had fallen on the curious, the air so thick they might as well had been swimming. None dared look inside the home, and none dared look while the moon kissed the clouds. People simply said that the forest was haunted by spirits or fae and that they had been disturbed and made upset. Most heard those rumors, those old tales, and figured there was no reason to go into the forest anyway what with beasts and all manner of ill things wandering about, but there were minds bright and curious enough to wonder what hid beyond the trees, and if they could see for themselves what lie within the cottage.

Standing on a jutting root just within the bounds of the forest, was a young feline with grey fur and bright purple eyes that reflected the deep greens and browns of the forests standing tall before her. She wore a cloak wrapped around her body tightly and held a bow in one paw with a quiver hanging at her hip. Those bright eyes were scanning the distance with a certain care, but her wide grin only seemed to reflect excitement and curiosity rather than caution. Both of her ears twitched as the wind passed through the trees, one ear notched and torn at the tip. Tepa had come out to the forest to do her normal routine and duty. She was one of the few that hunted, that kept monsters and creatures at bay with bow and arrow, fire and whatever else she could manage.

Tepa's youth had given her more bravery than most. Losing part of her ear had not taught her enough caution for the dangers of the forest and even as an apprentice her curiosity and desire to meet the forest's challenges was unmatched. Youthful confidence took many forms and typically after an accident or two, it began to bleed dry, but Tepa was not one to shy away, if anything, the danger only excited her.

The barest touches of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of strong leaves and branches above her. It was a fading scene of orange that cascaded across the thin blades of grass that made the forest floor. She could feel the evening coming along with the sun falling somewhere over the blinded sky, a cold breeze twining through the trees. Already Tepa slipped her digits inside of one of the packs at her belt to take out a small gem that would serve as her light for the nightly hunt. She had taken the night's hunt not out of courtesy toward her peers, but rather because she had a specific desire in mind.

Legends and myths were strange things and oftentimes nothing more than the imagination of some people long dead gone wild, but her own mentor seemed to believe that the cottage out in the forest was truly plagued with some sort of ghoulish presence. It was in part because of her mentor's belief that her curiosity flared like a hot flame poking and prodding against her back, urging her toward the strange cottage with a wonderment that only someone as brazen as her could have about such a ghoulish location. With the nightly watch, she had the forest to herself and could wander and explore as she desired without one of her peers or her mentor trying to persuade her away from the cottage. When the sun's light slowly began to fade away and the bruised blue of the night began to fall, she squeezed on the gem and held it aloft. A dim orange glow began to burn itself into the area around her and with careful digits, she pinned the gem to her cloak. The night watch began, and so did her game, whether or not she would find spirit or fae, would all be up to luck.

Night's darkness continued to encroach around the orange light from the gem at her chest. The light also provided a bit of warmth that insulated her from the dropping temperature, but it also played with beast's eyes in ways that perhaps she would never come to understand. She walked with a low stance for the sake of remembering her training and the sake of her mentor's heart but still smiled, giddy at the thought of doing something out of the ordinary and dangerous. Tepa's ears were kept up and alert at all times while she wandered through the night. She heard the bushes rustling with small animals darting through the early evening in an attempt to get themselves home before the nocturnal predators made their rounds, heard the leaves above her occasionally brush against one another with the passing breezing that felt cool against her body. Nothing dangerous seemed to be prowling around her, but still, she took every step necessary to recall and put into practice what she had learned from her old mentor. Tepa's destination remained firmly rooted in her mind. A trail toward the center of the direct center of the forest where the abandoned cottage laid. She had made this trip during the day many times while pretending to be out on the hunt, but never dared enter the cottage or was caught while trying to stray too close. Not tonight, tonight she had her privacy and she had all of her bravery mustered up just for this little trip. She would see whether or not there was something haunting the old cottage, and maybe she'd bring back a trophy to show her mentor if something did haunt it.

By the time she arrived at the cottage, the moon was out in full. Above her, the canopy seemed to part just enough to let the light of the moon fall on the cottage, and she could feel the terrible miasma that the myths had spoken of. It was this very same heavy air that she had felt in the day, but here at night, it was almost thick enough to drill a hole in her mind. Her eyes were focused on the cottage looming in the pale light of the moon, but it was as if someone had struck her soundly on the front of the head causing her to jolt back and pause as if she were questioning what had happened. The air filled her mind and made her head both ache and numb at the same time. For just a moment, she stood frozen, but the warmth at her chest was reminder enough to awaken from her strange stupor. When she shook her head, the heavy air had loosened its eldritch grip on her shoulders.

Monsters and creatures of flesh and blood were things that she could handle with ease. The prospect of something magical and intangible brought a shiver down her spine that brought a genuine caution to each one of her steps as she made her way toward the cottage. Excitement still coursed through veins as red and as hot as the blood the kept her alive. An unknown challenge, an unknown enemy presented themselves before her, or perhaps it was this excitement that was clouding her mind. She had at one point teased other folk for believing this place could be haunted, and yet, even as she raised her foot to take the first step up toward the door, she found herself held down by some invisible force. A stray paw came down to grab her own thigh through her trousers and pinch firmly. Tepa winced as she felt her claws dig in just a bit and hissed. The force at her shoulders subsided again and she managed to pull herself up onto the first step, and then onto the second with a nasty creak. Rotten and old wood called for her to remember the state of the cottage. With a foolish movement, she could be dropping her foot through cracked and splintered wood and hobbling if she were unlucky.

Embarrassment colored the cheeks beneath the fur of her face. Had she really been so shaken by a blighted home in the middle of the forest? With a calm breath, she took herself up the next step and noticed that she was threatening to split her bow in half if she gripped it any tighter. Bringing her arm through the string, she let it hang on her shoulder while she reached to grab onto the handle of the door. As she reached, the rotted door covered in vines with sharp thorns opened of its own accord. It did not swing open as if to attack, but instead slowly inched further and further outward as if it were an arm part of some sort of elaborate welcoming bow. Tepa's eyes watched the door come to a stop before they slowly met the black of the cottage's innards.

Tilting and craning her head, she could see nothing from where she stood. Even the light of the gem on her chest only cast an orange glow onto the floorboards just past the threshold. Warmth poured from the inky black of the entrance that felt strange. It was a scentless flow of air that felt welcoming, like the wind coming off of a fresh fire on a cool evening. Even with the invite, Tepa was wary of stepping inside now that she truly felt something supernatural was happening, but she had already resolved to enter. Turning back meant that she would have succumbed to cowardice, and besides, there was something truly bracing about the impending reveal of what was inside. Her stomach rolled and flipped with that mixture of fear and excitement. If she turned away, then perhaps she might never come back, and so, she stepped into the abyss of the cottage with her heart beating wildly against her chest, and her ears pinned back.

The door slowly closed as her body was swallowed by the darkness, but the girl did not seem to take notice of the world outside being blocked away from her. Her eyes were focused forward and focused on the fact that the light from her chest did not seem to work. A bright orange speck remained on her chest like a fading ember, but it produced no outward light. Tepa forced herself to stand still and brought a paw up to her chest, palm touching the gem as she tried to will more light out of it. She felt the simmering heat of the gem giving her all it had, but when she pulled her paw away the ember still remained on her chest, and nothing else. With a frown, she looked ahead into the darkness and started forward as if she were moving through the brush.

There was something about the black sheet ahead of her that called her to continue on rather than turn. The bubbling fear which had melded with excitement in her stomach seemed to vanish leaving only a desire to stride forward. Each step she took creaked through the darkness as her feet met floorboards which protested under the step of an intruder. Madness might have consumed her if it weren't for the strange force tugging her forward and whispering into her mind's ear that everything was going to be okay. There was still some sort of caution throbbing through her body, but whatever ghostly whispers called her forward seemed to push her on by the back with gentle little nudges.

Tepa did not notice when the lights around her flared and the home she had stepped into came alive. Flickering candle lights appeared at her sides set on desks and stands illuminating the hall she was walking through. The feline stopped in her steps and a strange haze lifted from her eyes as she turned her head left to right. Had she been walking through this hall the entire time? When she turned her head the door was right at her back as if she had just stepped inside. Her bow was nowhere to be seen and her quiver was missing as well. The gem at her chest still shone and even helped the dim lights around her illuminate the cottage. Had she not been walking in the darkness? Within a sea of black? Where were her items? Feeling a strange throbbing at her head she placed a paw at her temple and took a deep breath. Rightfully, she should turn herself around and go through the door to leave. There was something wrong with this cottage, and something wrong about the way her mind was functioning. When she tried to will herself to turn around, she instead looked forward at the mess of candles and curiosity began to grow above the impending dread. It was an unshakable curiosity that was so different from her own usual brand and yet so deeply rooted in her heart that she could not help but obey it.

A humming called from deeper within, the sound of another life whispering in the cracks of the walls. She started toward the sound with both of her ears bolting up along with her tail and eyes. Step by step she made her way down the hall and the sound of merry humming grew louder and louder until she felt like it was buzzing in her head. When she stopped, she found herself before a door that was already cracked open. Any fear or excitement that might have been welling up inside of her had suddenly been washed away by the strange humming that replaced it all with a dull feeling of being content and at home. She didn't think twice of taking holding of the door's handle and opening it.

Tepa brought the door ajar slowly before peeking her head through. Her curiosity was rewarded with the sight of a wide room with several long desks pressed against the wall with tools aplenty strewn out. Bright oil lamps on the wall kept the room lit and she could see their orange light illuminating the stark differences. Compared to what she had seen of the cottage, this room looked to be in perfect condition. The wood just outside of the room was gray and old, ready to snap, but the wooden boards inside of the room along with the furniture were still bright and full of life. She pulled the door a bit further and took a step inside, and only then did she realize that the humming was coming from inside.

The feline's head turned and turned again until she saw the source of the humming sitting at one of the desks working on something that she couldn't see. A figure garbed in black stood there hunched over the desk as if they were working on something. When she realized that she was intruding she opened her mouth to say something, but the humming stopped and the hooded figure chuckled.

"Welcome to my home young huntress." Said the figure in a calm voice that reminded her of the wind in the trees.

Tepa felt her heart stop in her chest. This was not some sort of monster, this seemed to be some sort of elderly craftsman at their work. Certainly, something seemed strange about the home, but there was no need for her to be rude. Clearing her throat, she said, "I...I apologize for intruding on your home. I just..."

"Heard the rumors and couldn't help but take a look inside?" Came the voice to finish her thought.

The girl nodded and said, "Yes!" Before she continued on in a lower voice, "This home is strange. The hall is broken and rotted, but here it looks so warm and lively. There are strange things happening too. My bow is missing, my gem refused to light when I first came in, and...I can't seem to wrest control of my feelings or thoughts one way or another. I feel I've made a terrible mistake. Why are you here?"

If the person standing before her took offense to her small outburst of sudden fear and caution, he did not show it. He simply stopped what he was doing and turned around so she could see the amber lights beneath the hood as he spoke, "Haunted and cursed, this is my home until I deem otherwise. Mind you, many cannot handle it, but this place has many fond memories for me." Tepa felt her heart skip a beat as she saw those amber eyes peer into her very being. They were eyes that had seen so much, eyes that commanded power and made her want to lower her head, but stranger still was that she could only see those amber lights and nothing else in the hood. When he saw that she was stunned, he brought a silver-furred paw out of his sleeve and said, "Worry not. You're my guest here. I welcomed you after all."

Tepa blinked, "That was you at the door? And the darkness?"

The figure nodded and chuckled, "Yes. I had to prepare. It has been long since I have had guests and longer still since I have had someone to perform for."

A guest? She supposed that she could stay for a little bit. Buried deep inside of her mind, concern began to bubble, but she could not muster the strength either spiritually nor physically to mouth out the words. The concern that she felt screamed against the outer rim of her influenced mind, but her waking self could do nothing but obey the silent suggestions that were rolling through her mind. Instead, she said with a small smile, "Guess I could stay for a bit. Only fair since I broke into your home, or well, just kinda stepped inside unannounced. But uh, what's this about a performance?"

"By trade, I once was a puppeteer." He said quietly as he turned to the table to grab something. Tepa tilted her head as he continued to speak, "Here would gather performers of all kinds to play their music, sing their songs, dance and all manner of arts. There were rooms for performers of all kinds, that was before it all went quiet. I came here one night looking for the usual, and no one showed up, in fact, the home was just like this. As I walked the halls I felt a terrible presence bearing down on me and wondered if my friends had fallen prey to some sort of strange entity, I wondered if I was the only one left of our little troupe." He took a few seconds, pausing before sighing, "I suppose someday I should move on, but I think I'll enjoy myself for a little bit more in nostalgia and my work."

Tepa asked in a small voice, "Are you a spirit?"

The puppeteer laughed, "A spirit! I wonder. If I'm dead or if I'm alive. I'm somewhere in between I think, but I think you saw for one moment my fur yes? Flesh and fur you've seen, but you do not know if blood flows through my veins or magic, or some other eldritch force. Maybe I am something more than a spirit, or something even else, but I can say that I am not what you are, kitty. Now. With your permission, I'd like to stage a performance for you."

There was a moment where she opened her mouth almost immediately to say yes, but then she clamped it down shut as she remembered that he had taken her bow away from her. Caution still tried its hardest to ebb its way to the surface of her mind, but again her mind could not think of the puppeteer as anything but a lonesome performer who had lost his troupe. With a little breath, she nodded in agreement rather than saying the words and all at that point went dark except for the puppeteer and herself.

A wave of dread crashed against her senses as if every single bit of caution and fear she should have been feeling came all at once rushing through her body and being. Her eyes grew wide and she suddenly found it impossible to move as her body went reeling through the dread she should have been aware of. It was in the middle of this feeling the puppeteer turned with his arms aloft and his amber eyes glowing as if to smile with such glee that she had agreed to the performance. When she tried to step away, he brought up an arm, claws flashing from beneath the hollows of the robe. White lines flashed from the tips of his claws and lashed out toward her. Tepa recoiled from the strange wires coming at her and perhaps if a few more seconds would have passed she would have sprung into action, but her body had been ravaged by shock and awe and the wires reached her without a problem. They coiled around her arms at first, one of them twisting about her neck and she tried to pull her head away, but to no avail. A single sharp sting ran through her body and her eyes grew wide before the purple of her gaze began to fill with a strange fog. The wires flashed again and tightened around her body, but she did not struggle and felt no pain. Bit by bit the fear she felt began to fade into abyss surrounding her. Thoughts of escape and home filtered away through a burning haze that buzzed in her mind and body.

Just as she fell to one knee, she heard a whisper in the air and looked up to see the puppeteer approaching her, "I am neither spirit, nor fae, not monster nor demon either, yet I feed either way. Lonely was this home and lonely was it since I had fed for the first few times I suppose, but now I wish for company. You'll do fine...And I'll perform just for you, but for now, close your eyes." At first, the last vestiges of her mind resisted the order, but then he uttered a word that echoed through her mind, "Slumber." With that final utterance, her eyes shut and the wires continued to twine and twine about her body, whenever she woke, she would greet her master with a smile.

Dreams plagued the feline's rest. Visions of puppet strings coming down to twine through both fur and flesh. She expected the pain to blossom at any moment, but instead, terrible sickness spread through her. Surely she must be sick to feel the way that she was right now. As the twine and string bound through her body, she felt pleasure ringing through her body. It was a sour sensation that twisted through her form and it was right. There could be nothing more correct in the world than the feeling of having those strings take root inside of her body and that was made her truly sick. In her dreams, she was in the sanctum of her mind and protected from the puppeteer's spell, and yet, all that meant was that she could watch as the puppeteer took full control of her body.

In that haunted dream, she stood on a platform in the center of her mind while the puppeteers magic worked. She had no choice but to let the twine twist through her body and the last portions of her sense of self retreated and retreated until she was at the farthest corners of her mind, hidden away and pressed into a prison. When she tried to wrest control of what she was feeling, she could do nothing but thank her master for her existence, for the love that he gave her, and when the dream was done, the world seemed so much brighter.

The feline stood at the center of a stage covered in blackened wood, but only for a second. She looked to her side and the rotted wood came alive with a rosy pink that cleaned away the grime. Other people stood by her side, wolves wearing colorful garb with various instruments held, eyes shut, smiles frozen on their faces. When her gaze caught sight of all of them, their eyes opened and she saw that their pupils were crossed and twitched with love and care. As her head turned back toward the invisible crowd, she heard the music begin to play. Brass instruments and violins began to make their tinny noise and her body swelled with such warmth that she could not help but begin to move in time with the music. Her dancing had never been the best, and even here she moved with a slow crunching twist and step that to even her felt unnatural, but her heart was in it and that was all that mattered. Step, step, twist, and turn. Step, step, twist, and turn. She did this again and again until she felt like her limbs were going to snap off, but when she was at her limit she fell to her knees with her arms at her side as if she had given up on life. But her smile remained.

The music continued around her, blaring and playing with such joy, the other people on stage laughing and some even singing. What joyous noise. When she looked up again, the puppeteer was there with both arms coming down. A soft grip was planted on both of her shoulders and she allowed herself to be drawn back up to her feet. She tilted her head and looked into her master's eyes and he began to speak, "What a lovely performer you are. In time you'll be the best I'm sure, but your mainstay is not the stage. Your mainstay is by my side."

Tepa nodded, eyes blank as the smile on her face. The old wolf reached to touch both of her cheeks, his touch gentle and caring to her, and he leaned down to pass his mouth over hers. She took the kiss and brought both of her own paws up to grab onto his wrists gingerly. It felt sweet like candy, twisted and loving like the warmth of a fresh fire billowing inside of her, and yet there was a part of her that knew it was wrong. The love she felt overpowered any sense of danger she might have had or might have buried deep inside of her. The song continued through the kiss, and when they parted, the feline heard the puppeteer whisper, "Slumber." And so she did again.

Back in the farthest reaches of her mind, her body and being were being coiled in twine and her eyes were hazed over. What had once been the last vestiges of resistance was now subdued and dreamy. Black tendrils rose from below and she did nothing as they felt over her body along with the writhing puppet twine that kept her in place. Memories and thoughts of home came to her mind and she did nothing but watch them pass on by, but something at her chest burned. An orange light flickered like an ember at her chest and it burned through the twine enough to let her think and feel. Her eyes opened in her mind and she felt the pain and panic rush through again. She reached with shaky digits and clutched the warmth of the gem. It was her light, but it was also her protection from the strange corruption surrounding her. She squeezed and squeezed until the light burned her paw, but when she looked up, there was no more twine surrounding her. Now, now she needed to wait until she woke.

Tepa awoke expecting to be able to move of her own accord, but when she tried, her body still refused. Her eyes were open and she could see that she was in a room of some sort. A bed awaited her and she was suddenly aware of the voice in the room with her, "Strip." She heard the voice say, and her eyes grew wide as her paws moved to begin taking off her clothes piece by piece. When she could feel the cool draft of the room on her body, she felt a touch at her side, drawing up and down, tracing her form. She shuddered as she felt some sort of arousal press through her. It seemed as if she didn't have full control of herself just yet, and when she looked to the side she saw her master standing there without his robe.

The beast behind the robe was a silver-furred wolf of some sort with white twine bound through his fur. His eyes were fiery orbs with one more at the center of his head. Even with the robes on he had appeared large, but now he looked more like a monster of the woods than a person. With her eyes at his head, she could see him grinning wide, pearly razor fangs on display.

Tepa's wandering eyes did not escape the notice of the puppeteer and his words came with a gentleness that threatened to pull her back into the corners of her mind, "Does my form frighten you? I am large, but I promise I am gentle."

When she didn't answer automatically with something that he desired, she realized that she at the very least had control of her mouth. She opened it at first thinking of telling him something heated, but instead kept herself calm and instead said in a honeyed tone, "You are fearsome, but I'm more in awe, surprised that you are so imposing without your robes. I had thought you were a ghost, wasting away beneath the robes, but instead, here I see you are healthy."

A digit came up to press beneath her chin gently, stroking back and forth which caused her to shudder and feel a pang of arousal that came without her permission as he leaned down to speak to her face to face, "I am no spirit, but I take spirits for my own. A witching man they'd call me, but I simply prefer a puppeteer." Ginger as can be, he reached down to grab her wrist and bring her paw to his crotch where she felt over his fuzzy sheath. She shuddered as her eyes turned down to see the red shaft growing from it. Danger had excited her, but this was a challenge she wasn't sure she could handle, both mentally and physically. Inch by inch his cock came out of the sheath, when it was all out and ready for her, the puppeteer moved to take a seat at the edge of the bed and he muttered, "And I see my puppet has awoken."

Her words were nearly stuck in her throat, but she managed to say them without an inclination of the fear she felt, "I am yours." It was such a weak response even despite the fact that she kept the fear from her voice that the puppeteer chuckled and she felt a genuine wash of embarrassment on her face. What fool would have believed her, and so she muttered, "By that, I mean I'm yours whether I want it or not." Tepa's body turned and she was forced to look at the beast sitting there with his legs spread and cock out in the open, but she did not start walking toward him. In fact, she felt her digits balling into fists before she brought them up and blinked, "What?"

The puppeteer answered her quietly, "Service me of your own accord and I will let you free without struggle. My twine still works through your body as we speak and I could take you anytime I want, but hearing those words of yours soured my mood. I am not totally without empathy." He then took hold of his cock to give it a gentle tug while he leaned back and chuckled, "Besides, you found the danger that you sought didn't you? What a tale would it be to say that you conquered what you believe is a demon in the woods?"

Hatred flared through her body, hatred, and disgust from the fact that some part of her still felt arousal. What she thought had been forced on her, was still ringing through her insides with a sort of throbbing that made her nearly sick. She looked around and saw the blackened wood, the corrupted surroundings which had looked so rosy and beautiful and knew at once that she was in her own mind. She reached down and pinched her thigh and sighed, realizing that this was no dream. To be free, she would indulge in some sick portion of her body that told her that giving herself to an eldritch beast amounted to a good idea.

With slow and careful steps, she made her way to the moth-eaten bed and stood between the beast's legs. She took brought her paws forward and took hold of his cock, eyes shut as she began to feel down the length. A pleased breath brushed past her shoulder from his lips and she wondered if what she saw of him was an illusion. What warmth she felt was from her own body, his cock and breath had been cold like the Winter's chill. The cold melded with the bits of fear inside of her and toyed around with the strange, sick excitement she felt at playing at such a dangerous game. Her youthful ignorance and bravery played against her better judgment as she leaned down to kiss the tip of the monster's cock, much to his delight. She kept her lips against the tip wondering what to do, her body shaking just a bit as she kept passing her paws up and down, pressing her palms to the shaft while biding her time. She had only ever toyed with a few others and she was not yet experienced. When she looked up for guidance, she saw the truth behind the illusion.

Billowing darkness with orange glowing eyes stared down at her. Trails of white twine curved and twisted through the fuzzy form. Those same pearly fangs remained in a grin as he looked down at her and her body froze in fright. Wisps of fiery shadow came up to touch her cheek from his hand, the digits brushing what felt like a cold wind beneath her fur. Her eyes trailed back down and she saw that she still held in paw a thick red cock, but now there were fleshy barbs around the tip. Tepa trembled and when she faltered he brought his hand to and around her head to bring her lips back down to the tip.

His voice came and did not sound like soft wind this time, but rather, his voice came as a rumble that vibrated her body, "Pass your tongue down to the base, kiss every inch, worship me."

After the initial shock of his form came to pass, Tepa pressed herself to obey. She dragged her tongue from the tip of his cock all the way down to his balls where she gave a kiss to each orb, she then brought her tongue around both of them and then down a bit lower until she dipped underneath. Fear and adrenaline urged her to take her time despite the taste and scent of a beast's shaft being foreign and new to her. When every inch was slick with her wet spittle he reached down and seized her by both shoulders. She gasped as she was brought up onto his lap and trembled as she felt a thick tongue press against her throat. One of his massive hands gripped her rear and brought her hips up by force so that the tip of her member was pressed and point against her pussy.

Shuddering, she found arousal shifting uncomfortably inside of her, a feeling she tried to push away. There was no sorcery pushing her to do as he desired, so why did she feel so inclined to enjoy this? His tongue against her neck and chest caused her to twist and writhe, her tail twitching and flicking from side to side. She expected him to spear her down all the way on his cock without mercy or thought for her, but instead, he poked and prodded against her heat until it pressed inside of her gently, almost lovingly. Warmth struck her form and she gasped while leaning forward, eyes shut as she tried to steady herself against the sudden onslaught of his cool shaft grinding against her inner walls. Had he slammed it inside of her, she might feel more pain from being stretched open and that was preferable to the shame she felt from loving the feeling of his member slowly dragging up against her sensitive insides. His entrance had been a gentle parting of her pussy and perhaps it was some sort of foul magic, but she barely felt any pain at all. Down and down her hips went until she felt as if the tip pressed up against her gut.

Stretched wide and trembling, she started to move her hips in some attempt to keep her dignity, but as he thrust into her she gasped unable to hold herself up. The monster brought his cock deep inside of her, his shadowy form coiling around his body as he continued to stuff her. She felt some sort of tendril or digit press against her rear and slide up and down teasing her rear. Tepa wasn't sure if she could anything in her rear, but at the moment she was being overwhelmed with the fact that his cock was pressing inside of her. Up and down he began to drag her hips to use her like a toy, her body shuddering violently as she tried her best to maintain her sanity. A heated haze broke off against her senses and filled her being with a miasma that threatened to take her thoughts from her if she didn't focus. Already she could feel the twitching of his cock growing in frequency, the swell of his canine shaft bulging out against her inner walls. Soon her pussy was kissing his growing knot and she wondered if he would try to force that thing inside of her.

With every single one of his thrusts, she had to remind herself to keep sane. A spike of pleasure and shame rose through her whenever she felt his cock kissing the deepest portions of her pussy and her own orgasm soon began to threaten her. A pressure deep in her gut continued to boil and her toes curled in as she tried to keep herself from it. Almost as if he could tell, he began to pound in more fiercely than before with that stray tendril pressing inside of her rear. Tepa gasped as the tendril dug deep inside of her rear, breaking her concentration and will all in one blow. Her orgasm came with a rush and her eyes fluttered and her toes splayed out as she finally released. When her climax ended, her body grew limp and her ears folded back as she shut her eyes and panted while moaning from the fact that he was still fucking her thoroughly despite the fact that she had just cum.

When she felt the knot begin to slide inside of her, she started to panic for just a moment until his mouth met hers. The thought of him knocking her up crossed her mind for just a few seconds before everything went blank. Her paws had come up to push him away, but now they were hanging limply at her sides while she felt the knot press inside and root them together. Her eyes were shut as their kiss began, and her eyes only cracked open slowly as she felt hot cum start to fill her. The tip of his member was pushed up against the deepest point inside of her pussy and it felt as if the warmth of his seed was being planted directly into her womb. The strange and sudden warmth ran counter to the cold of his shaft and only seemed to make the heat of her own body throb wildly. Surely she would get pregnant from such a massive load being dropped inside of her pussy like this, but her mind refused to register the danger. It was as if he was drawing her back into his spell again just to make her his puppet. She could feel the ghosts of his twines twisting about her arms and legs and her own arousal began to bubble against her body reminding her that she was enjoying this threat and danger. That budding warmth in her womb made her feel complete and whole despite how wrong it was, even without the creature's control over her mind she still felt the pleasure of being bred. She could hardly believe that his cock was still pumping more and more seed inside of her, his shaft swollen and his knot keeping it all inside of her where it belonged. When it was all done, their mouths parted and the feline was left panting.

With his voice returning to a soft breeze against her ears, he whispered, "Now that you will leave me, I at least will make you remember who I am, with what I have planted inside of you."

Orange and purple fluttered together in her eyes as she looked at the creature dreamily, "What do you mean by that?"

He leaned in, shadows and tendrils coiling about her body along with the puppeteer's twine, "Sleep."

Again the black of sleep found her, but this time she did not dream. When she woke, she woke outside of the cottage against a tree, fully clothed with her bow and everything else in place. She stood with a start and looked around with her heart racing miles per minute. She saw the cottage and felt her heart stop for one moment. There was no compulsion telling her to go back and the miasma around the cottage seemed to part for her. Memories of what had happened, of what he said curled through her mind, and she felt her abdomen where the warmth of his seed still plagued her. When she finally managed the will, she tore her gaze from the cottage and ran. Through the forest she went forgetting her training and moving through the woods at a pace meant to leave the cottage far behind her, embers flickering in her purple eyes. That evening after she got back, the music of the forest was heard again along with the laughter, loud as ever. Tepa would surely not forget what happened.