Life under the sun

A couple months later.

In a dense forrest, a coach is standing in the middle of the road. It has large scratches across it's sides, and a door hanging on it's last hinge.

Weapons, clothes and armor are strewn about.

"Leave them alone, foul beast!"

The noble rages beneath you, pinned flat to the ground by one of your strong hind claws, pressing into his back.

He is trying to reach for his dagger, which was hidden in his boot and is currently a couple feet away from him, sticking out the forest floor.

As soon as you dragged them all away from the coach and the road, once he thought himself unobserved, and with the advantage of surprise, he tried to pull it on you.

But you've noticed, and spun your massive body towards him, knocking it out of his hand. You left three nasty looking gashes along his arm.

That was about 15 minutes ago. He is now entirely incapacitated, and has been screaming and threatening you since then. His eyes roll like mad, spittle flies from his mouth.

You hoist his daughter up, easily holding both her legs and her torso together in the same grip. Her still budding breasts are pressed together in a small cleavage between them.

Her feet are all the way up, left and right of her face.

She's surprisingly flexible, you muse, for someone who's lived her entire sheltered life as some lord's little princess.

Maybe she's had some experiences with a stable boy, or some other lowly commoner working around the estate.

Maybe they were doing some of the things, that would leave her maidenhood intact, so her future suitor may not find out.

She's certainly at the right age for escapades such as these. She is wearing one of the headdresses, that denote adulthood for noble women around these lands. It is currently lying on the ground next to you.

You ram her down on your large, bestial cock, making the crown braid, which her blonde, luscious hair was tied into, come lose and flail about.

For the last 15 minutes you've tried again and again to hilt yourself inside her, but so far only managed to **** half of your thick, flared member up her tight, virgin vagina.

She wails in agony, begging for her father to make it stop, as tears stream down her beet red face.

Her lithe body strains powerless aginst your grip, you can barely feel it resisting.

Young human females usually aren't stronger than owlbears.

"Try to breath, honey! Think of something else! It'll be over soon, mommy promises!"

An exhausted, female voice comes from up front, repeatedly interrupted by the loud slaps of Wolf's thrusts, as her knot and balls come crashing against the bare ass of the noble woman.

She tries to convince her, that nothing bad is happening, though she herself is not in a position that'd make this claim believeable.

Beads of sweat are running down her flush, exposed, mature body, which is being held by the futa hybrid in a similar grip to yours. Her large tits press into the noble woman's back.

Wolf has positioned herself just a couple feet in front of you. Close enough so the human female could almost reach out to her daughter, to take her hand for comfort.

As always, Wolf is trying to **** her knot past the woman's rear entrance.

Remains of a ripped bodice are hanging from the noble's shoulders, and an ample, motherly chest is jumping up and down in front, rubbing along her legs.

Her long, blonde hair has been freed from her own headdress, it got knocked right off after Wolf's first thrust.

Between the two of you, it looks almost like a mirror into a different plane, showing the same version of the same person, but at different stages in life.

One where the person grew up to be a beautiful, adult woman, only to be brutally violated by a direwolf dickgirl, and the other where it happened to her a lot earlier, and with a male owlbear instead.

One of the two is putting on a brave face, soothing and pleading for her younger self to endure, the other is wailing and screaming at the top of her lungs.

It's in every mother's nature, to put her child's wellbeing above her own, you guess.

"We'll tell them it was a riding accident! It's believeable! It could have happend! The other lords know you're a little too adventurous! And the guards won't tell, we'll make sure of it!", the mother assures the young human female, that is currently speared onto your shaft.

Ah, so that has been on her mind this entire time. Looks like you still can't stop yourself from overestimating the civilized races.

The two guards that she mentioned, and that were riding up front on the carriage, certainly won't tell anybody, you think.

Seeing how they aren't faring much better, and probably won't be eager to spread word about this encounter. It's not really the type of thing you tell at the tavern.

You can hear muffled groans, from high up in the trees.

As soon as you all had overwhelmed the nobles and their guards, Bat snatched the male one of the pair, and flew high up between the foliage.

Not soon after, pieces of armor came crashing to the ground, and a long scream echoed through the forest.

Bat is now somewhere out of sight, probably hanging upside down from a branch.

Her and the man's figures would be entirely cloaked by Bat's large, leathery wings, with the man being held secure between her claws and her giant breasts.

Going by the scream, she has hilted herself in one go. She has grown more ruthless as of late.

Meanwhile, on solid ground, one more figure is engaged in rutting with the remaining female guard.

Watching Displacer fuck is always a confusing sight to behold. It seems like she is making fast, urgent hip thrusts into the air, holding nothing in front of her massive, erect cat's penis.

At the same time, a couple feet away and on all fours, a mewling and moaning guard is being fucked into the soil by the actual Displacer, her appendages projecting her own form for her to observe.

Only the lower half of the female guard is exposed, her chest is still concealed by armor, and a slightly tilted helmet sits on her head, hiding her eyes from view.

Under the helmet, her mouth hangs open, and her tongue is hangin out. She is moaning, you notice amazed, and even backing into the futa's thrusts.

Maybe you're wittnessing the development of a new fetish, that'll she have to deal with later on. Touching herself at night, at the thought of rippling muscles under fur, sharp claws gripping at her flesh, while a powerful, beastial cock is railing her wet, needy cunt.

For the past couple thrusts, you have been doubling down on your own efforts, while feeling yourself slowly approaching climax.

But you also feel something else, inside the girl that is mounted onto your cock. Something like a second entry, slowly giving way to your flared penis.

You realize what'll happen next, and take pity on the girl. With a whistle you signal for Wolf to come even closer, since you yourself are kind of stationary at the moment, stepping down on a by now completely insane husband and father.

Wolf rolls her eyes.

She always tells you, that you are still too soft on the city folk, especially the younger ones, but beginns carrying her prey forwards until woman and daughter are able to embrace each other...

Or they would be able to, if you weren't pinning their arms to their bodies. Now the two females are just kinda being mushed together by you and Wolf.

The daughter's face is being smothered by her mother's full, round teats, with both of their nether regions becoming slick with each others juices.

But the mother is still whispering soothing nothings to her daughter, and this should be enough for mercy.

You thrust hard, and finally manage to break into the womb of the young noble lady. Wolf's knot breaches the mature woman's anal ring at almost the same time.

Now both of the females are wailing a long, almost guttural scream, and you see birds in the distance take flight over the forest.

The tightness is too much, and you begin to shoot copious amounts of cum deep inside of your prey, while Wolf does the same to hers.

Sperm oozes out of the young girls vagina, and starts dripping onto her father's head beneath you, which makes him rage and strain against you even harder. But to no avail.

He's shouting obscenities and, almost gleefully, promises you a slow **** and a nice spot in his trophy room.

Bat lands nearby, leaving a semi-conscious man behind her. She saunters over and winks at you with a sly grin.

"More people sugar, still at the edge of the forest though. It's still too early for a search party. Maybe they're adventurers."

An adventuring party would be bad. Usually they are nothing special, but you'll never know when a strong one might show up, making the threat they pose somewhat unpredictable.

"We're finished here anyway." You're eyeing Displacer's projection in the distance, pulling out of... well, nothing apparently.

At the same time, the female guard in front of the actual Displacer slumps forward. You'd swear you're able to make out a blissful smile underneath that helmet.

Not really the message you wanted to send, but four out of five broken humans should do the job just as well.

You start to pull out of the girl, making even more cum flow out of her and onto her father.

He just starts into a long, wrathful scream, as you finally manage to free yourself of the tight embrace of her cunt, unceremoniously letting her drop forward and onto her stomach.

A thick cone of cum splatters out of her gaping pussy and across the ground, hitting her fathers face and mouth. His scream is interrupted by gurgling, coughing noises.

You look down. He finally seems to have snapped.

His eyes have rolled back into his head. He is convulsing, with foam-like spittle, mixed with your jizz and his daughters pussy juices, sputtering out of his mouth.

It looks like you won't have to knock him out anymore to make your getaway. You carefully take your claw off of his back.

His daughter has lost consciousness too, spurts of cum are still squirting out her pussy, as she twitches and shakes. You can't make out her expression, as she is lying face down in the dirt.

"UUUHNFHAAaaa." With considerable effort, Wolf manages to pop her still partly inflated knot out of the human woman, who in turn has become strangely silent. Her eye's are fixiated on the girl's body lying in front of her.

"And what am I supposed to do with this now?", Wolf asks, pointing along her hard, red boner and big knot.

"I don't know why you knot them in the first place", Displacer hisses, "we never stay long enough for you to go flaccid."

"It's just not the same without it!", Wolf snaps at her, as she drops the human woman to the ground.

The mother immediatley crawls over to her daughter, to pick her up and out of the dirt. She's sobbing, kissing her face and rocking her body in her arms.

If the female guard didn't learn hers, someone here seems to have learned two lessons instead.

"Go ahead, I'll be right behind" you say to your pack, as you lean down to the man on the ground. They disappear between the trees.

You pick up his head by the hair, making sure his half lidded eyes are at least somewhat focused on you.

"This is not your forest to hunt in anymore. Stick to your fields of grain. Stick to your cities and your castles. Nothing here is yours, nothing here ever was."

With that you let his face drop back into the dirt and jizz. You go down on all fours, and you run after your pack.

-Druid's Normal Ending-