Do some work on both of them.

I tossed the pitchfork aside, watching it clatter against the dirt next to Donnie and Thag. The dirt was dyed red, both bright and warm and a cooler shade. Part of me felt like I should be disgusted or regretful or grieving, but the greater part felt nothing. The hunter, the blood of the monster, simply cocked it's head and asked me this, 'How do we work this to our advantage?'

I could easily stalk out, take the two of them by ****. It didn't feel an arrogant thought, but it extended the slightest risk; A passerby could see something, one of them could hide or run, and bring suspicion upon me. Bring a mercenary down on my head. In another world, another life, I might have simply taken that risk. But here, now, I felt that it was a deal not worth taking. To maximize my profits, as before, I simply needed to wait.

Sure enough, in time, a woman's voice began to call. A questing query, anxious and growing shrill. May's voice, growing closer as her footsteps began to grind in the dirt and soil. She approached the barn, the scent of blood speeding her steps. She enter the doorway, sweating and pale, and caught sight of her men in a pile. She breathed in, perhaps to scream, and I cut her off with, "I could use a hand, May."

She froze, her eyes flitting to the dark corner where I stood. "What-!"

"Turn around and bring your daughter here, Tell her nothing of what you saw. Bring her by **** if needs be."

May obeyed after a few slight seconds of hesitation, defiance. I pulled my clothes off, there was no point to them, and waited. I found myself growing hard with anticipation, with need, and I felt a wolf's grin creep across my face.

Voices preceded their arrival, Anna asking questions and May replying with strained words. Anna, her doe-eyes wide, got out a sob and a shriek as she caught sight of her father and brother, and May's face flashed back into lucidity, but it was too late. It had been too late for them for days. "Would you care to have a sip of this?"

Anna followed my gestured hand and went white as her body was drawn to the crimson liquid seeping into the dirt. It wasn't much, merely a way to keep her still and quiet as I turned to May and said, "I could use some comfort, you bitch."

May's horrified eyes moved from her daughter, body fighting desperately against the compulsion, to my throbbing cock. She crossed the barn, fidgeting and constantly glancing to the side, and knelt before me. In a single smooth motion she took my whole length, her lips touching my balls and the roots of hair. I put my hand on the back of her head and held her there, the depth of her throat desperately working my shaft as she tried to breath. My nails shifted to black talons as my blood rose, and I looked over at Anna, who was sobbing as she lapped at the blood.

I felt a laugh bubble up, the power making me giddy. What had I been wait for? What had I been worried about? The hunter could have felt this on the first night, if only the mortal flesh hadn't been so weak. I let May off my cock, and reached down. My claws easily tore through her bodice and the fabric came away in clumps. I looked over at Anna and sneered, "Hey, bloodlicker."

The girl sobbed, her eyes empty, and looked at me. Red rivulets ran down her chin and painted a ghastly image of her face.

"I'll give you a choice. Come here and help your whore mother with my cock," I gestured at May's bobbing head. "Or finish cleaning the barn with your tongue."

May made a distressed noise, but she couldn't pull herself away to weigh in on the conversation. Anna held my gave for a moment, her eyes quivering, before something broke in her face; even the phantom of hope left her and she crawl up next to her mother and began licking at my balls. I pulled May off, holding a head in each hand and pushed their cheeks together. My cock rose between them, black precum at the tip, and I smiled. "Kiss my cock."

They didn't move, not quickly or earnestly, so I flexed my hands and let the sharp talons whisper against their skin. A primal fear crossed their face, one after the other, and they each placed a chaste kiss on the side of the shaft. "Good girls. Best get used to that."

I stuffed my cock half into Anna's mouth, enjoying the tension, and then thrust into May's more experienced mouth. "From this point on, my cock is your husband. My cock is your only purpose. Pleasing it, loving it, honoring it as your god."

The widow gave me the most profoundly hateful look I'd ever known, and I felt my cock pulse. Anna just nodded, a faint blush coming over her as pleasure, manufactured or real, peered through the veil of her despair. I came, spraying thick demonic cum over them both. A line of it covered one of Anna's eyes, and two powerful shots coated May's bare tits. The familiar, intoxicating, dazed look came over them both as my cum took effect.

"Anna, get on your mother and clean her tits off." I said, watching as the young woman pushed her mother down and started kneading and licking May's bountiful chest. There was some resistance, the vestigial ego of Anna, but it was quickly overwhelmed by my power and the circumstances of the day. I ripped her clothes off, exposing her pussy and taking it in a single savage thrust. She shrieked, biting down on a nipple as my length filled her. "This is what you live for, Cocksleeve."

She released the nipple and continued to lap up my cum.

"Those two meatsacks on the ground mean nothing to you, either of you." I began to slowly thrust, pushing Anna's face into May's cleavage. "I am your only concern. If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to suck my cock, then you'll do it on the spot. You'll fuck who I want, when I want. Your will is mine."

"My will is yours." Anna repeated into May's chest. Her tongue lolled out as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. She drooled into May's valley, sighing sweetly with every word.

"Your family is mine, Your friends are mine, Your home is mine. Your thoughts are mine. Your faith is mine. Your love is mine." I thrust deeply, distending her stomach with my length, and plastered her womb with black cum. I took a chunk of her energy and shoved her from my cock. She fell off and I took the moment to use that stolen vigor to pull May's dress away and shove my cum-covered cock into her cunt. "Kiss me, my ****."

Anna climbed back onto her mother, placing her cum-filled pussy right in front of May's eyes, and deeply kissed me. I violated every inch of her mouth before ordering May to suck the dripping cum from her daughter's cunt. I violated every inch of their bodies, drowning them in my cum and leaving them weak. I violated their minds, scouring away every drop of love May had from her husband and enthralling Anna completely to my will.

In the end I asked, as the two lovingly worked my cock together, "Who are you?"

"I'm everthing you want me to be, Master." May said, running her tongue up the length of my cock. She met Anna on the way up and their tongues danced on my cockhead, before Anna's tongue slid down to the root.

"I'm your cocksleeve, I'm your ****, your wife, your daughter, your tool. I'm anything you say."