An Inn in the Snow

Leaves rustled in the wind as I wove through the trees, two feet of snow blanketing the ground. I had to move quickly, move each foot the instant after it touched the snow. Otherwise, I would break through the layer of frost and sink into the snow. I smelled smoke in the air and, despite the moons dim glow, my ranger skills drew me unceasingly toward my target.

I’ve woken up in the kingdom of Kita. To the north were the great ice sheets, and the small tribes that called them home. Circling everything else were mountains. Minami, a kingdom of elves, was to the south, accessible through a single winding mountain pass. This place was its own little bird cage.

I was in the northeastern part of the kingdom, a rugged area with dozens of cabins spaced out over miles, home to hunters and trappers. Some of them had moved into the city, to sell the pelts and meat they’d hunted. Others had already sold their wares to traveling merchants and were settled in for a long winter. I smiled when the inn came into view.

Brown scales covered my body, with twelve nubs along the spine. The only part of my tentacles visible at the moment. Lacking wings, I resembled a large lizard more than a dragon, though that was intentional. I wanted people to underestimate, me if possible, and Dragon doesn’t exactly scream not a threat. Of course, most lizards would have frozen to **** out here in this snow, so it was never going to be a perfect disguise. But I could easily grow a pair of wings during one of my evolutions, so it wasn’t a loss either.

The inn was two stories tall, with a stable on the west side. I moved over to one of the windows and sniffed. I could smell three people, two women. I started to drool, my cock throbbing in its sheath. I briefly considered breaking the window, storming in there and taking what’s mine. I dismissed the idea. In the confusion it would be possible for one of them to escape and ruin my plans. Instead, I moved my mouth up to the glass and breath, melting it with my fire breath.

Inside I sniffed again, learning that they were in the rooms by the fireplace. I pad up to the first one, the room with a single occupant. When I opened the door, it let out a loud creek. I froze. The woman on the bed started moving. She was in her late thirties with a weather worn face and long brown hair. Not pretty, but with a look that said she used to be pretty. I could fix that with a little flesh sculpting.

But that was all a secondary concern at the moment, as she groaned and lifted her head. Opening her eyes, she saw me and blinked. Unable to lunge forward, because of the noise it would make, I did the next best thing. Extending one of my tentacles and shoving it into her mouth as she opened it to scream. She struggled, trying to rip the tentacle out with one arm and flailing around with the other.

Paralyze

She flopped onto the bed, still aside from the steady rise and fall of her chest. Moving over I noticed that her eyes were still open and moving. They locked onto me.

God’s eye

Her name was Nora, and I watched a few key moments of her life. Her husband had died a few years ago, leaving the inn to his son, it’s current owner. That’s who I smelled in the other room along with his new bride.

I moved a hand to the bottom of her nightgown. She could feel it, her eyes dilating as she struggled to move even a finger. I could have taken her right then. Instead, I smiled and let my theatrical side take over.

After gathering her up in my tentacles I moved on to the other room, being carful not to let the door creak. There they were. The husband was closer to me, with his wife’s curly red hair peeking over his shoulder. Along the back wall was a wardrobe, with some empty space next to it. I put Nora there. She wasn’t hidden, but no one was going to see her immediately and she’d have a front row seat to what was coming.

With everything in place I ripped the door out of it’s frame and roared. The couple bolted upright, and I got my first look at the wife. She was lovely, with long curly hair and an athletic body. freckles covered her cheeks, giving her a forever young appeal.

“What, what is that?” she screamed,

“I don’t know, get behind me,” her husband said, bringing his hands up defensively. I smiled and crept closer, letting my tentacles loose to wave through the air. The pair ran into the back wall.

“Stay back.”

When I was within a few feet the man suddenly lunged forward, bringing his fist down on my head. I didn’t even bother dodging, just brought a claw up to his arm. The blow felt like a snowball. Before the husband could draw his fist back, I cut a line across his forearm, activating my debuff against humans. He grunted and tried again with the other arm, noticeably slower this time.

I let him land a few blows, just to drive home how powerless he was, before knocking him into a wall. He lay there, right next to his mother, as I pricked him with a tentacle coated in a sleeping ****.

His wife screamed, then screamed again as my tentacles surrounded her and tore her nightgown to ribbons. I brought her to the center of the room, giving Nora an unobstructed view, and revealed my tool. A ten-inch veiny monstrosity with bone shard barbs jutting out in every direction, ready to tear her to pieces.

“No, no, please. You’ll kill me.”

I shoved it in, and she screamed, tearing deep furrows into her pussy. She clamped down, trying to reject me, but I was stronger. I flipped he over, tearing more groves into her. After a few more turns I had torn a complex web of grooves into her vaginal walls. With one final thrust I deposit a load deep into her, along with a mild toxin that should keep her from getting pregnant. I wasn’t ready for that quite yet.

Of course, this is just the opening act. I placed my hand over her womb and cast two spells.

Heal, Flesh sculpt

Her pussy stitched itself back together while retaining its current shape. Furthermore, I rearranged the nerve endings, bringing them to the bottoms of the groves I’d just carved into her. It was a little trick Melanoch had shown me. I was literally molding her into my shape of my dick, ensuring that no one else would ever give her pleasure again.

I noticed her struggling stop, she’d passed put under me. Probably a good thing, since I proceeded to flip her over and do the same thing to her ass, turning it into an organ whose primary purpose was to serve my dick.

With that taken care of I turned my attention to the mother. Her eyes went wide as my tentacles drew near and dove into her dress.