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Maidens of Hircine (1/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)Erica ran naked through the dense forest. She ignored the protests of her feet as she stepped on twigs and thorns, ignored the burning in her lungs insisting she slowed down and took a proper breath and above all she ignored the roaring of her blood. The beast within her soul cried out to be set free. She was being chased, after all, and was without weapons or armour. This was the time for fangs and claws.
She was being chased. And normally she would change to feast on the hearts of whoever had been stupid enough to dare chase her. But this time was different. Here, under the light of the full moon, running between vast and uncaring trees, she was Lord Hircine's prey and He had decreed she not change. To go against His demands would be heresy.
Something howled close behind and Erica's step briefly faltered. Lord Hircine was on her trail. Soon He would have her body as He already did her soul. Part of her wanted to stop and allow her Lord to claim her, but she would not disappoint Him so.
Erica spotted a river out of corner of her eye, glittering lazily in the moonlight. She veered off towards it. The howl had told her Lord Hircine had taken the form of a wolf for tonight's hunt, so perhaps the water would confuse His nose. Erica dived into the cold water without hesitation, relying on the beast blood within her veins to stop her from freezing.
Shortly after her head emerged from the icy waves, her long blonde hair clinging to her scalp, she heard Lord Hircine cry out in disappointment and eagerness. Disappointment because He had lost His prey. Eagerness because the hunt would last longer.
Erica lingered in the icy river for a few minutes longer, then struggled out onto the opposite shore. Stark naked and dripping wet, she had to fight the urge to shake herself dry. For one because she had to keep running. For another because shaking herself dry never seemed to work very well when she was human-shaped.
Erica broke into a run again, branches whipping against her bare skin every time she came too close to a tree. She felt her heart beating faster when she realised a branch had torn open the skin on her right arm. She was bleeding! No matter how small a cut it was, Lord Hircine would surely smell her blood and be upon her in an instant. And while of course her capture was inevitable, she'd hoped to impress her Lord by making the hunt last as long as possible. She could not impress Him if she left a trail of blood for Him to follow!
The Dragonborn stumbled into a clearing and felt her heart lifted. Lord Hircine stood before her in His proper form, three black wolves at His feet. Of course, the Lord of the Hunt could have transported Himself right in front of her whenever He liked, but if He did that He would not be the Lord of the Hunt. The fact that He had meant the hunt was over.
Erica let her eyes wander over to the three black wolves and recognised them all instantly. Well, how could she not? They were her fellow worshipers. Maidens who had accepted the beast-blessing of Hircine and were glad to serve Him. One of them had introduced her to the joy of lycanthropy, the other two she had converted herself. All three were collared, their leashes held by Lord Hircine.
Maidens of Hircine (2/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)Erica diverted her gaze. "I am captured," she replied. "You have taken my soul."
She could hear Lord Hircine slowly walking towards her, the three wolves following loyally behind. Erica raising her eyes just enough to see her Lord's robes vanishing in the wind, to delight in the sight of His naked and powerful body and, she had to admit, the sight of His naked and powerful cock.
"I could not capture your body," Lord Hircine said.
"Then I give my body to you," Erica replied.
Erica eagerly kneeled in the grass, happy that the spoken part of the formalities were now over. Lord Hircine stood still before her in all His naked glory. The three wolves looked at her intently, jealousy in their golden eyes.
The Dragonborn leaned forward ever so slightly and kissed her God. Lord Hircine's thick cock felt hard and hot against her soft lips and she could not stop the thrill of arousal running through her naked body at the sensation of His divinity. Nor did she care to.
Erica's lips parted and she dragged her tongue along her Lord's impressive shaft. She heard Lord Hircine growl His approval and so she continued her sacred work, lapping at His rigid cock like the animal lurking in her soul. She kissed and licked and lapped at Lord Hircine's godhood until the full length of his massive shaft was practically shining with her saliva.
Normally, somewhere around this time, Lord HIrcine would take command of whichever woman had evaded capture and had been granted the honour of pleasuring Him. He would take their heads and force His sacred rod into their mouths and down their throats, fucking them until He unleashed His blessed seed into them. That He did not do so now was a bit worrying. Still... the fact that His delighted growling filled her ears reassured Erica a little. Lord Hircine was not subtle when He was displeased.
Shoving her concerns aside, Erica decided to just continue her holy task. The moonlit hunt had strict rules, of course, but Lord Hircine had never proclaimed that the woman who had evaded capture would not be allowed to bring Him to climax on her own terms.
Erica raised her right hand (pausing a moment to check that it was indeed a hand and not a paw) and wrapped her slender fingers around the base of her Prince's cock. Already slick with her saliva, Erica easily moved her hand up and down her Lord's impressive shaft and delighted in her Lord's pleasured growling. Part of her idly wondered if anyone had ever given the Lord of the Hunt a handjob. But of course someone must have. There were plenty of women running across His Hunting Grounds who no doubt loved Him as she did.
Erica moved her hand down to the base of Lord Hircine's godhood once again, pulling back the skin from the tip of His cock. The Dragonborn licked her lips eagerly, then softly kissed Lord Hircine's shining head. Her lips parted and she took His divinity into her warm mouth where her tongue caressed Him further.
Erica tried sucking and licking Lord Hircine's cock from above while she squeezed and caressed Him from below, but found that she couldn't. Not at the same time. She couldn't quite bob her head and move her hand in rhythm with one another. One would always get confused and stop while the other continued.
But that didn't prevent her from trying. As Lord Hircine's growls grew ever louder, Erica sucked and stroked with ever greater enthusiasm. She heard Him grunting and snarling and panting, His divine body filling with pleasure. All because of her.
Lord Hircine howled and Erica felt His sacred seed slamming into her mouth and coating her tongue. Her naked body shuddered as His orgasmic pleasure crashed into her body, forcing her to come and share in His pleasure. The three black wolves howled as well, equally incapable and unwilling to block Lord Hircine's climax from their bodies.
(On the edge of the forest, a farmer and his wife woke up in cold sweat, fearing that wild, ravenous animals were about to break into their home.)
Lord Hircine howled and moaned, still more of His seed coming forth from His twitching shaft and flooding Erica's mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but couldn't and His seed spilled from her lips and down her chin and onto her breasts.
Maidens of Hircine (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)"You are my Beloved. Until the next full moon," He said, and vanished.
Erica blinked, suddenly feeling alone and cold and wet now that her Prince had left her. She comforted herself with the fact that the three black wolves will still with her.
"Change."
As commanded, the three black wolves shivered and rose, shedding fur and losing claws. Before long, three naked women stood before her, still collared and leashed. Erica smiled. She couldn't not. She ran with these women every night she could, had hunted deer and boar and man and had often shared her body with them. She loved Lord Hircine, of course, but... His hunt was only once every full moon.
Erica smiled turned decidedly sinister as she firmly squeezed the leather leashes in her hand. They had been captured by Lord Hircine and so now He owned them. He had given them to her and so now she owned them. In private, anyway. It would probably still be... unwise... for the four of them to admit to their religious feelings in public. For now. Erica fully intended for the four Maidens of Hircine to become the many Maidens of Hircine.
But that was a concern for later. Right now, three beautiful naked women stood collared before her.
"I am Beloved of Hircine," she declared.
The first woman kneeled.
"You are Beloved of Hircine and my Mistress," said Aela the Huntress.
The second woman kneeled.
"You are Beloved of Hircine and my Mistress," said Lydia the housecarl.
The third woman kneeled.
"You are Beloved of Hircine and my Mistress," said Elisif the Fair.
Re: Maidens of Hircine (1/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Maidens of Hircine (1/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-14 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)Sorry 'bout the italics, by the way.
Re: Maidens of Hircine (1/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-06-15 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)Moar, when you've got the inspiration.