Sacred
When a hunter follows a deer he's killed he comes upon a bathing woman who is not what she seems.
She came this way... Acteon jumped down the rocks and stumbled slightly as he used his bow as a walking stick.
The blood trail was splattered down along the bushes that had been crushed by the weight of the doe that had been struck. He kept his steps quiet, his breath nearly held as he tracked his prey. The early dawn light was lifting up, giving him an uninterrupted view of the trail. She had been a large doe, large enough that he had been worried the moment he had begun to notch his arrow. He had come here for the smaller fallow deer that could be taken down by a small slender arrow, not one of the red deer that rivaled a man's weight and size. He had made a lucky shot, judging by the amount of blood, he had even managed to pierce an artery that should bring the doe down. He just had to carefully stalk her, he couldn't wait, if he waited there was a chance that she would go down too soon and he would only find her once the wolves and large cats had taken their fill. A worthless pile of bones and fouled meat, but he couldn't follow so swiftly as to risk her knowing he was behind her and going somewhere he couldn't follow.
The trail led deeper into the forest, beyond the towering fir trees that marked the boundaries of what the city held, to places where the paths were tangled and wild. He had to force his way through them, his muscled form struggling with the vines and bushes that impeded him. The further he went, the harder it was to get through them, struggling and nearly falling down, twisting and writhing away as they seemed to clutch around his ankles and forearms. Where the doe had seemed to past with relative ease, despite leaving blood splattered on the leaves, he had to duck down and crawl, or stomp over. It wasn't long before his breathing became labored, a sheen of sweat coated the line of his cheeks and forehead. The heat was uncomfortable and sticky the more he had to work, stumbling through soft patches of ground that threatened to trip him up.
If it had been early summer he might have stopped when it became obvious that he was going to have to go so far outside of the boundaries he normally travelled. If she had been smaller he would have given up as well, there would have been other chances, easier chances, but she had been magnificent, well fed from the autumn and full of rich meat. As the cold weather set in there would be less and less time for him to actually have a chance at bringing up enough meat to survive it. She was worth two of the smaller fallow deer, she would be invaluable, her hide alone would give him the material to make warm clothing to see him through the longest nights. With a grunt he kicked his way through some thorns, feeling them scraping over his bare skin and raising welts before he was free of it.
He managed to get past the worst of it, and as he did he realized he had come further than he had planned too. The forest here was filled with towering oak and ash trees, their intertwined branches cast shadows everywhere so that it was dazzling to his eyes. He slipped down a small scattering of rocks, a sweep of a hill, and saw something that made him let out a breath of relief. There was the deer, right where she had fallen in the brush. Her body was cast out, legs stretched in front and behind her as sightless eyes stared at him when he landed and reached back to grab his knife. He let out a soft whistle as he got the first good glimpse of how large she was.
Red deer were always big, but the doe was at least the size of a horse. He had gotten a good glimpse of her earlier when he had let his arrow go, but he had misjudged terribly, he had been expecting just a very large regular deer, not this. He ran his hand along the still side, sweeping down along her haunch, gauging her size with the palm of her his hand. The arrow was right through her side and it was only by luck that it had gone in deep enough to hit anything fatal. If it had been just a bit lower it would have struck a rib, any higher and glanced off the spine. Acteon leaned backwards and let out a breath, no one would ever believe him that all of this meat came from a single doe. If he could have hauled her out whole he would have, he still contemplated it even as he was aghast at just how much he would have to haul out with her properly butchered.
He was still trying to come up a way to get her out without having to resort to using multiple trips when he heard the faint sound of singing brought his head up from his work. It was a feminine voice that reached him, a soft song that he didn't recognize. He froze, for a moment his mind flitting towards the area he had found himself, had he crossed over into forest that was privately owned and held? He didn't think so, but he had travelled further than he was used too. He pushed off the downed doe and cleaned his knife off from where he had field dressed her, his ears straining to hear the soft sweet voice that was echoing in his ears. His earlier joy of finding his quarry mingled with fear while he held himself down tightly along the rocks and began to creep up towards the tree line and the faint dull roar of a waterfall that muffled the singing voice.
The hunter slipped against the rocks, his hands clinging there as he pushed over the edge and wiggled between two boulders, the soft singing voice soon loud enough that he could hear her plainly enough. It was a familiar song with an unfamiliar melody put to it, a song about hunting a great golden stag. His fear at finding a grand estate that claimed the forest as their own was forgotten as he looked out over into a pool that was fed by a tumbling water fall. There wasn't even a hint of any house nearby, but he didn't exactly look, not when his eyes snapped to attention to the form that was sitting on the edge of the water. A woman was bathing and singing, her nude pale form standing hip deep in the water as she ran her fingers through long dark brown tresses that tumbled the length of her back all the way down to her ass.
She was beautiful, her body arched and coated in rivulets of water that spilled down along the rise of her breasts and down towards the sweep of her belly. The wall of water behind her offsetting her soft curves, her body arched and twisted to help wash off her skin, her free hand gliding over the curve of his shoulder. He couldn't help but stare at her, pushing his back against the line of the rocks and drew in a sharp breath, admiring her as she arched in the water. She was beyond beautiful, her body not holding a trace of scarring or fault on her. She had the broad sweet of hips, the spread running along the curve of her bared ass as she shifted and stepped higher in the water. The stream of wetness spilled down along of her ass, running towards the inner thighs as he licked his hips. Her body was lean and muscled, he could see it beneath her soft wet skin, the potential of a warrior or hunter, or a trained dancer was there and made him swallow.
He forgot about the deer, forgot about the fact that he should have been gathering her meat, he thought only about the sweetness of her body in front of him. The way that she was stretching and shifting, moving herself to show off the line of her belly as if she knew that he was there watching. He swallowed, his tongue dry while he drew in a deep breath and sighed it out again as she turned, sliding beneath the spill of the water fall and he watched her breasts sliding into view. He nearly moved from his hiding spot when he saw them, the ripe full mounds tipped with the palest pink nipples he could imagine. He wanted to reach out and feel them in his hands, to use his tongue to sweep up and lick right along the tips. She would taste delicious, he just knew it, the water on her skin and the way her nipples would feel on his tongue if he could only flick it out. He began to harden in his pants, stiffening as he moved along the rocks, beginning to slip down from them slowly.
He reached up to his shirt, sliding a hand along the band, she had to be far from home out here, there was no way there was a farm this deep in the woods. Any place close enough for her to run wouldn't be far enough, she was out here just inviting him to take her. He couldn't even smell a hint of wood smoke, there was nothing that showed a path that might head to a farm. He licked his lips, he would have her, he would feel her naked wet body beneath him. Why else would she bathe like this besides hoping that someone would come and take her? He let out a low laugh and shed his shirt, letting it fall down to the ground behind him without a thought. His pants were next, he moved out of view of her constantly, trusting in his ability to move silently to stalk game to keep her from hearing him. He reached down along the band of his pants as she ducked her head beneath the water, loosening it with a sigh as his pink cock slipped into view.
He made it as far as the edge of the water, his toes touching the surprisingly warm liquid before he made his move. He didn't dive into the water, he edged along it, his pants falling away without a care as he lunged forward and caught one of the lovely woman's bare arms, yanking her backwards with a laugh as she cried out. He dug his fingers against her, pulling her nude body back through the water and towards him, his body alive and hot with desire. The yank backwards drew her in as she turned to face her, a flash of angry green eyes met him, not fearful, enraged as he dragged her closer to him and let a grin form on his lips. Oh she would be fun.
"Who do you think you are?!" The voice echoed, boomed and crashed over his ears and mind, sending him falling back with a rough cry. "HOW DARE YOU!"
"AHH!" The last words were like picks stabbing through his ears, pain erupting so he released her arms and grabbed either side of his head.
The rocks hit his legs and fouled him up as he fell and dropped down, stumbling and struggling to remain upright, it was a losing battle. He hit a few rocks to make him grunt out while the woman loomed over him, the water roiling and bubbling around him with splashes and splatters. The water fall roared to life as she approached, glaring down at him with rage sparking in her eyes as he pushed his way back up again, trying to escape. As she walked, clothing began to slide over her, emerging from nowhere in dark brown leathers and rich green spun wool that wrapped along her breasts and arms, tightening around her so that he was left gaping at her. He couldn't move, couldn't get up, he only looked up in increasing horror as the woman stepped over him, the water boiling around her legs as she lifted one foot and shoved down against his bare chest, pinning him down against the bare rocks roughly. Not human, she wasn't human!
Oh gods... He thought frantically as her eyes shifted, green sliding into dark red while her foot pinned him in place.
She shouldn't have been able to hold him down like this, she wasn't heavy enough, but the foot on his body kept him down as she moved over him. He could feel the air growing heavy around him, the scent ozone filling his lungs as the rocks scraped against the line of his back, right against his shoulders. He couldn't stop the pained sound from escaping as she watched him, she didn't say anything, she was waiting for him to answer her. How could he answer her? He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as the goddess narrowed her eyes.
"I didn't know..." He managed to get out, feeling the pressure of the ozone covering him and making him swallow, tongue dry. "I thought you were a woman!"
"And that excuses you?" The goddess' voice echoed in his ears, making him flinch as she refused to let him up. She drew in a breath and her eyes hardened. "You smell of blood and the hunt, human. What have you done?"
"I didn't hunt your forest!" He gasped out and let out a groan as the foot pushed harder against him, making him swallow a whimper as he felt the rocks tearing against his shoulder in such a way that he was sure he was bleeding.
Artemis.. He thought, goddess of the hunt and forest, of wild animals. He had spent his life praying to her, offering her part of his game in offering, trying to assure that he would be given luck and now she looked down at him with undisguised hatred.
"Then why does the ground taste blood, human? Did you desecrate my forest and then hope to desecrate me?" She tilted her head, watching him as she might a bug.
"NO! I thought you were human!" He protested and swallowed as the foot was coated with a thick boot, he felt the hard heel digging against him painfully, right at his chest and ribs.
"That does not improve you in my eyes." Artemis hissed and shifted back, her foot lifting away so Acteon could scramble backwards, stifling a hiss as he felt the rocks against his palms and legs.
"Please... I am sorry, I did not realize what I was doing. The deer I shot came from far away, she only ran this way and I followed her." He tried to explain, but she was stalking him, eyes pinning him in place.
"Your apologies mean little to me in the face of your sins." Artemis lifted her head, narrowing her eyes as she seemed to look in the distance. "You have killed one of my sacred deer."
"What?!" He cried out and jerked backwards a few more inches, the goddess' face went white with anger. "Just seeded with her first fawn and you shot her as she foraged for food."
The doe, the large doe, larger than any doe he had ever seen before in his life. His stomach sank with fear as he recalled her laying sprawled out on the floor with her eyes staring at him unseeing. How was he to know that it was her sacred deer? He had had no clue that he had belonged to her at all! A thousand stories of the gods' displeasure ran through his mind as he watched her breathing faster, her eyes darkening like the clouds before a storm.
"Please! Do not kill me! I will make amends!" He stammered as she reached behind her, he could see the bow forming. "I will give you what you wish!"
"What I wish?" Artemis curled her lip in anger. "You think that you, in your arrogance, can promise me something to replace one of my prized does?"
"I-I just please! I do not wish to die!" He begged, his voice cracking slightly as he attempted to reason with the deity. "Anything for my life!"
"Anything? So be it! You have taken a life from my forest, one of my herd blessed with future life, so you will take her place in my forest." Artemis pulled her arm away from the forming bow. "You will live your life as the creatures you have hunted, and pray that you live it well enough to as not find a hunters arrow in your chest."
"Wait! WAIT!" Acteon called out with a wild look, but it was too late, she flung her hand out towards him and he felt something hit his chest hard.
His call became strangled as he was lifted from the rocks by the force of her magic, his naked body hovering while the pulse of her magic raced over him and twisted this way and that. There was no escaping it, he was nearly choking on the feel of heat pouring along his throat as she stepped away and he realized his body was changing. He looked down to see his fingers elongating, the nails thickening while the digits themselves began to draw together. Horribly, he could see the bones shifting as he cried out again and tried to struggle, but there was nothing to push against or kick off of. He hovered in midair as the tightness ran along his lower legs and his bare feet began to echo the change of his fingers, the nail growing and darkening. His bones ached and joints popped as they pulled together and his wrists shifted up higher in the air.
The first tip of his hooves formed and curled, heavy and powerful looking, the nail built up to swallow the sensations he had of his nimble finger tips. Fingers that had once held a bow and now they were curling together as two backwards facing nubs formed just above his wrists and pushed outwards in dew claw like position. His attention dragged away from the sight of his hands and feet changing into legs and hooves to feel the pressure along his lips, his nose pushing outwards right in front of his eyes. It became bulbous as the teeth began to shift and change position inside of his jaws. The tongue thickened and felt swollen as he tried to move it, the muzzle pushed outwards and tipped with a dark splash as the pale color of his flesh became something inhuman and strange. His nostrils twitched, drawing in a breath that was ragged and brought with it an eruption of information about the forest around him.
The hunter arched and twisted, kicking out at nothing while his legs began to shift further, sliding the ankle higher up along his body as the muscles shifted positions. They became rapidly stronger, thickening and toning around the growing bone while his arms became stranger still. The feel of the knee rising up was disconcerting, but his knuckles and elbows were changing positions with increasing speed so as to become entirely foreign looking to him. He twisted his head about, shaking roughly, ears slapping against his head as they grew while his elbows moved up closer to his body and the first russet colored splash of hair blossomed where his human skin had once held way. He watched the impossible from over a long muzzle, the hair was coating his legs rapidly, rushing upwards towards his chest, his legs being coated by the chill in the air.
Acteon bleated out, his jaws opening wide in an animalistic sound, his ears burning in abject humiliation as the goddess ruthlessly changed him. His eyes drawn to his chest, unwillingly sliding lower towards where his formerly aroused cock had rested, he didn't want to see it. He didn't want to have it happen, but he could see the changes rising higher and his hips ached before there was a pop as his pelvis adjusted itself to the new position of his legs. He gasped out, sucking in a ragged breath over his teeth as his cock flopped to one side and his balls began to shed the curly thatch of pubic hair that had been his pride. It fell away as the skin grew darker and the pressure grew along his loins, the orbs pulling up closer between his legs into an almost painful position. His legs twitched, he kicked out and hit one of the rocks before bleating when he felt the balls pulling up harder.
He couldn't tear his eyes away, not even as his neck became longer, the vertebrae growing to extend his head outwards in a graceful curve that he had never wanted. His ears were sharper, he could hear the forest around him, the sound and smells deliciously sharp, but he was lost in watching the skin of his balls tightening further. He could see the sharply defined outline of the ripe eggs as they pulled between his legs and his stomach roiled. He was going to be sick, he didn't even know if he could be sick, but he felt as if was about to be. His back was changing and arching, the fur was covering him in a thick shaggy coat, and still he watched as his balls faded away. No, they didn't fade, they were being dragged deeper into his lower belly than they were ever supposed to go! He felt them sinking inwards, spreading towards his roiling loins as his cock pulled backwards under the tide of the fur that covered his belly.
The pride of his manhood darkened as it slipped backwards closer to his belly, his own stomach starting to grow larger to join his chest, helping hide the spire dragging away. His lower belly was burning uncomfortably with changes, the twisting and curling of his former testes as they changed positions and became something to be used exclusively for ova instead of sperm. He was choking, bleating out wildly as his foreskin thickened and rolled backwards to form a fat lip around the base of his once large shaft, dragging so far back that it began to disappear from sight entirely between his powerful hind legs. There was no mistaking those legs, they had no business on a man at all, they were cervine and muscled. His long neck let him watch as his lower belly extended and something perked right along the lower portion just below the navel. Twin nubs formed on either side, for pert nipples right along a tender area.
He... she jerked her head away with a shudder, feeling the ache inside of her body as things reformed to fit her new form. She was shaking from nose to tail, the padding twitching wildly on her nose as she felt the fur sliding over her chest entirely, her legs thickening. She felt her cock disappear, she intimately brushed against what remained of her foreskin as it took position between and behind her haunches, the fur coating her richly. Acteon's jaws opened up, her breathing labored and terrified as the small changes continued to ripple over her, spasms of her muscles adjusting, her head shifting with her eyes sliding to either side as the world became blurred and terrifying. She had always thought of her vision as decent at best, but now she was lost as everything far away was strangely shaped and ran together, only movement truly clear.
She was lowered, the magic that kept her hovering above the rocks dropping her so that her forelegs splayed open and she dropped all the way. Her nostrils were sucking in deep heavy breaths, trying to keep herself controlled as she locked her legs in place and looked this way and that. She nearly buckled as her haunches dropped, the hooves barely touching the ground before a great beast shoved against her side and made her swing around blindly. She had never used her legs before like this, everything felt wrong and the changes, small ones, were still rippling over her so that she felt out of balance and ready to drop at any moment. She swung around to see a slightly blurred shape standing behind her, huffing and grunting with a magnificent rack of antlers swaying above him. A stag, a hart, and Artemis stood beside him with one hand on the shaggy shoulder.
"I have held him while you changed, it is up to you to keep your word and give me what you have taken from my forest." The goddess spoke coldly as the stag tossed his head and bellowed out again, the thick shaggy throat quivering.
Oh goddess above me.. Acteon's eyes widened at the sheer size of the beast walking towards her, the closer he came the clearer she could see him.
If the doe had been large, the stag was something out of legend, something hunters would talk about over a fire low into the night. The heavy rack swung above his head in great hoops, colored like burnished gold and copper in the sunlight, every tine perfect and tipped in what appeared to be gold. His body was muscled and was larger than a war-horse, easily moving across the ground towards her with the blunt muzzle parted to cry out in a voice that shook the very forest. This wasn't a mere animal, it was a god among deer, a creature so perfect that it made her heart speed up just to see him. If she had been a man she would have gone after him, no matter the price, the sight of his majestic form passing by his Mistress and the ease he moved begged to be taken and conquered. Except... it was not the stag that was to be conquered, he was to be conquerer.
She was jarred from her staring by the scent of him on the air, the lavish thick wave of male musk that nearly brought her to her knees. It woke her up, her ears flattening back before she tried to leap away from the beast, he wasn't coming after her just to see her. The goddess wanted what she had lost, a doe filled with her first fawn, there was no mistaking the reason that she stood on four legs as a female. Acteon scrabbled over the stones and down the hill away from the fall, her hooves scuffing the ground as she ran without grace or poise. Her body was still changing with little twitches and spasms, but she ran as the stag gave chase with an easy lope behind her, not even bothering to break into a run as she hit the flat ground and tried to dart towards the trees.
It was disorienting and strange, the area around her was reduced to hints of the hazards that she knew was there, her legs sent her leaping when she wasn't ready for it. She ran like she was wounded, hitting the tree line at an awkward scrabble before one of her hooves hit a root and stank down into the earth before she could go further. She felt the ground swallow up her foreleg all the way up to the knee, only keeping herself from crashing by splaying her hind legs wildly and bucking to one side. She bleated out and yanked backwards, throwing her weight against the leg, but it was only drawn down more firmly into the earth that latched around her. She swung her head around, eyes wide as the stag continued after her at a leisurely trot, his head tilted so far back his antlers brushed his back, snuffing at the air around her.
"PLEASE!" She tried to yell, but the bleat that came out echoed through the forest, her eyes focused on the blur of movement that could only be the goddess.
The rank scent of the male came with him, the thickly muscled beast snuffling towards her with his head tossing back and forth, hooves scuffing the ground. She jerked around to face him, her nostrils working rapidly at the scent of him on the air, she could almost taste him on the air. It should have been foul and horrible as it rolled down her tongue, but it wasn't, it was almost sweet tasting as she sucked down a breath and let it out again in a rush. The burn ran over her lower belly, sending the nausea towards the back of her mind as the beast kept approaching her trapped form. She writhed and twisted, her hind hooves dug long furrows into the ground, ripping them to either side as he continued forward and snuffed towards her. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't get out, the heavy spread of the antlers dipped down towards her and bristled right above her head.
The doe shuddered, swallowing as the hot breath blasted against her muzzle and the padded nose slipped against her own, drawing in her scent. She leaned as far as she could, but he extended his head and pushed along the line of her muzzle and cheek, snuffling busily as her eyes squeezed shut. He smelled like grass and sun and male, the whiskers scraped against her while he continued to advance on her. She couldn't run around further than her trapped leg, even side stepping just had him stepping forward instead of to the side. He snuffed down her neck, sliding his chest against her as she snapped her tail down flat to her haunches, the slender appendage doing little to hide herself as the beast snuffed along her haunch and grunted slightly. She felt the graze of his teeth against her side and bleated out again, the former hunter horrified as the nose continued on and the antlers raked against her back.
She tried to lunge away, but one of her hind hooves slipped into the earth and held there hard enough that she had to remain still as the massive buck moved around her with his head tossing this way and that. Inspecting her. Inspecting his new doe. The sick feeling in her stomach being outdone with a fluttering sensation as the nose snuffed right against her tightly clamped tail. He didn't even bother trying to coax it up, the beast shoved his nose up and under, his nose stuffing itself against her newly made cunny with a wet smear that had her arching her back and crying out wildly. This wasn't right! She had only hunted to feed herself, she had not known it was Artemis who guarded these woods! This punishment didn't fit the crime!
The newly made doe froze and her ears snapped out as a rough slippery tongue shoved itself under her tongue and smeared right against the soft virginal folds. It was invasive and pressing, nudging against the outer lips as she tried to blindly kick back against him. The stag dragged his tongue up in a wet line, huffing out with steamy breath. The tongue tip swirled and shifted along her puffy outer lips, rubbing and driving downwards before scooping up again. Parts of her body she had never had in her life were stimulated, the flesh feeling swollen and tight as the push of the tongue made her tail flip up against the muzzle. She shuddered and kicked her hind leg back again, only to stop and let out a belling cry of shock as the monster's tongue shoved it's way into her body. The thick length of it forced a passage she had never experienced to open up and hug tightly around him, he dragged himself back and forth to scoop up along the area.
The next push forward had her ears going back, her unwilling muscles contracting down as the beast tasted her and forced wetness out from her. Strands of saliva clung along the edges of the tongue as the stag dragged backwards and snuffled hotly, stepping to one side with a flash of something dark red swaying beneath him. Acteon's eyes opened wide and she turned her head to see the low slung sheath was disgorging the boned tapered tip of a cock jutting out into the air. It was real, it all became terrifyingly real at that sight. The stag's tongue slipped free with a wet sound and a grunt, his head lifting up to push over her haunches until she was kicking and bucking in place wildly. Her wet cunny dripping in the light from the attention as she tried to find a way free of the forest's hold, the soil tightened around her hooves. This was really happening, this was all real.
The former man hit the stag with one hoof, hearing him bleat out and grunt before the head pushed up higher against her spine and his tongue flicked out to lick his way up against her. Her fur was forced the wrong way, her struggles utterly ignored as the heavy stag shifted his weight onto his haunches and suddenly lunged up and along her back. The weight crashed down against her, the forelegs hooked to either side as he strained out to lick wetly along the back of her neck, he reeked of her arousal, the wet muzzle snuffled against her as he pulled at her haunches and forced her to lean backwards. She could smell him, smell herself, the acrid bite of the scent making her crinkle her nose back as she flattened her ears. Something hot sprayed against her haunch as the beast jabbed against her, the wide thighs spread open wide to wrap around her and nestle her into the hollow they formed.
The cock jabbed up, stabbing against her underside to hit against her belly with a hard stroke that startled a shrill sound from her throat. The former man's head drooped, her legs shuddering against the powerful press of the body weighing her down as the bestial cock pushed it's way upwards roughly, tapping and jabbing against her, the muscled haunches swaying in practiced movements as he sought out his mark. She was left shaking, helpless and horrified as the cock nudged up and slipped, rubbing back and forth over her swollen vulnerable folds wetly. She felt the wet ooze running along her folds, coating her inner thighs in the harsh male scent, and then he found his way into spreading her outer lips.
Acteon was given no chance or hope of escape, she shrieked out as the haunches plunged forward and the cock slammed home with a brutal strike that tore through her aching body and forced her to stretch around his cock. It pushed right up against a fleshy barrier just a few inches in and tore through it without a thought, the thickness of the base forcing her to stretch open wide in an obscene O as her eyes bulged and she tried to frantically get away. His weight bore down against her as his haunches plunged forward and his tip nudged right against the barrier of her cervix as he held her in place and began to pump his hips in place. The near violent movements dragging the thick girth through her quivering passage and making her body jerk in reaction as wet splatters hit inside of her, wetting her down even more than the tongue ever did.
Her body ached, it hurt, she was shaking with her head held level with her knees as the forelegs yanked back against her and the girth dragged back through her in a smooth stroke. It pulled over nerves she had never known she had had, caressing places that forced to react to him as her eyes squeezed shut all the way and she bleated out again when he bucked forward. The weight of his balls slapped forward as he began to thrust in wild powerful strokes, his hot breath hammered along the back of her neck as she trembled. It hurt, gods it hurt, it ached to have muscles newly made strained open, but the cervine body was made for just this thing. Endorphins and hormones turning the ache into something else entirely, something that has her shivering and squirming as he worked over her, caressing and dragging his way in and out.
Every time he drew back he stuffed himself home, glutted her body on his cock in a way that made her feel every last smooth inch of him. The cock tip was sharp and hard as it bumped her cervix, bouncing over her while the buck's head slipped down and over her shoulder with hot puffs of his breath against her neck. The way he moved was designed to seat him deep inside of her vulnerable channel, forcibly parting it until her walls began to contract down around him no matter how she felt. She felt the little quivering twitches and squeezes, every movement pulling along the bestial cock as the blunt muzzle opened to chew along her neck, grabbing at her with a rough grunt. She heard the wet squelches of his cock stuffing its way into her frantically, her body hunched strangely while trying to brace herself as she was violated.
The stag began to grunt faster his hooves sliding against her haunches as the thrusts grew harder and faster, shorter, working through her until she was nearly knocked forward as he drove himself up to his sheath grinding right against her outer lips messily. She felt the guard hairs rubbing up against her roughly, stirring along her outer lips until she was left panting in place, her eyes squeezed as far shut as she could make them. She couldn't think, her body was reacting to him, suckling and pulling along his cock in ways that horrified the former man, but she could do nothing to stop it. His hot breath teased the back of her neck as he began to shudder and tense up, she intimately felt his cock starting to thicken inside of her, spreading her just that much wider. Acteon opened her jaws and cried out her protest, belling it loudly before the stag slammed forward with all of his weight.
He hit her hard, his hind hooves lifted from the ground and all of his weight took that thrust as he pierced as far as he could go and a sudden pressured stream of sperm rich cum sprayed down her newly made passage and womb. Her forelegs crumbled under her, the trapped one being freed as her weight was thrown far forward and rope after pressured rope of the cum was emptied into her newly made body. She felt it, so warm and thick, pushing deeper into her as the haunches rested over her and pressed forward firmly, the cock twitching while the buck shuddered and huffed his pleasure, the forelegs remaining gripping her upturned rump. Not a drop escaped, not when she was tipped forward, able to feel the heavy balls churning to fill her empty and waiting womb with every drop that he had to offer her. Her neck was damp with his slobber by the time he was done, her sides damp as he dragged his cock back with a wet slurping noise and pulled away from her.
Acteon struggled up with a weak noise, her body shaking as she hunched her haunches down and flipped her tail up, her folds feeling sore and exposed as they drooled out a stream of thick cum. But not all of it, not even most of it, her passage was painted in the thick streamers of fertile stag cum, already the millions of sperm were spreading towards her vulnerable womb, wriggling deeper to try and claim her waiting ova. Her stomach twisted in disgust, feeling sick with the knowledge of what had been done to her. She had never been so punished in her life, the injustice of it painfully humiliating.
"And to keep you from leaving my forest.." Artemis' hands slid down along the former hunters neck and something closed around the base. It was heavy and cold, a gold collar clipped neatly into place as she crouched down at her head. "Do not think you can escape, human. You will live your days here, replacing the doe who's life you claimed, and every spring I will make certain you bear twin fawns in her memory."
Acteon's ears fell back and she tried to stumble away, but the movement brought a nose pushing against her tail firmly and a blast of heat as the stag began to sniff her again with interest. Her punishment had only begun.