30. Agrotera
Haera
The sound of running hooves drowned out the words as she said them. Deer, as though summoned by her hunger. It growled inside her, snarling in the recesses of her mind. It was a live thing, and it wanted live prey. Blood. She wanted blood.
The deer moved into the clearing where the rabbit had been just segunds before. There were five of them, two does, one fawn, and the largest buck she had ever seen. He was big enough to feed her entire pack of almost five hundred werewolves – too big for her to take down on her own. His horns stretched up from his head, sturdy branches that she was sure she could climb without them breaking. The yowling and snapping of her wolf grew louder in her mind. The hunter was coming to the surface, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t want to stop it.
The buck snorted, hot breath melding with the heavy afternoon mist of the Phrettes eveng. A shiver raced down her spine. Her vision shifted. The warm fluffy hair of paws replaced her hands where they were pressed palm down onto the wet Earth. Her shoulders grew. Her back lengthened. Short human legs were replaced by agile hind legs. Vision shifting, her senses expanded. Blood. She wanted blood.
In the syrises of her prime, the apex hunter of Aegon, she would never have backed down from such a big quarry. She would never have waited for her pack to catch up, or for her Alpha to give the command. On the hunting grounds, she operated of her own accord, under her own command. It was why their packs’ hunts had been so successful. Everyone knew to follow the direction that the agrotera was facing. If she ran, they ran. If she attacked, they never fell back. It was why she’d been segund only to Zyadon. It was why he’d all but worshipped the ground she walked on. It was why she’d been allowed to live in the lap of luxury in the heart of the pack’s territory. It was why Zyadon had been desperate to make her his mate. It was why he’d wanted to breed her so desperately. It was why he’d pinned her to the bed and had his way with her. She’d been harmed, but she was still a hunter. She was still herself.
Her breathing slowed, heartbeat following it. As the sounds of her own life form faded into the background of her mind, she locked in on the buck’s sounds of life. His irritated breathing. The snorting as he sniffed the backsides of the does. She slinked into the shadows of the trees, ignoring the heavy droplets of water that came pouring down on her from the moisture laden canopy. Her paws made no sound as she placed them carefully between twigs and branches, warping her steps around dried leaf litter like an elaborate dance. Body low to the ground, ears cocked forward, she inched closer from behind.
The minuxs dragged by. Her patience never wavered. Her paws only moved forward when the deer were occupied with eating. Whenever one of their heads raised to look around the clearing, her entire body ceased to exist among the trees that surrounded them. Heartbeat slow, breathing almost silent, camouflaged among the glares of light that reflected from the wet patches of ground, puddles, and leaves, she was a gkowst.
A low wind whistled through her white fur, setting her ears and nose moving in its direction. The magnificent horns lowered to sniff the behind of the deer again, and a long prehensile tongue slid from beneath a lip raised in sneer to slide along the doe’s slit. A short spurt of urine squirted out of her, and his sneer grew larger, until his lip was raised so high she could see his teeth and gums. She waited, breathing deepening as she slowly, one by one, coiled every muscle in her body tight, winding herself up for the takedown.
As the buck raised himself up on his hind legs and draped them over the back of the doe, she focused on the wildly throbbing pulse in his throat. High on the tips of his hind legs, she watched his head tilt downward, antlers shining where drops of water were sliding down them. He let down his cock, pushing the long, thick pink shaft out of its sheath of skin. Angling his hips to the doe’s, he thrust himself forward, sliding into her cunt with a loud bellow. The cold air around his sticky mouth filled with the visible fog of his grunting and groaning as his backside tightened with pleasure. Haera was coiled like a spring.
Three .
His grunting and bellowing increased as he pulled his hips back partially, sticky semen oozing between them and stretching like the sticky trails of snails. He slammed back into the doe, forcing her lips apart in a low bellow that melded with his. The doe’s head hung low, saliva stretching between her parting lips in tendrils .
Two .
The forest around Haera echoed with the passion on display before her, and the unmistakable heat of arousal surged in her blood. His hips pulled back again, before lancing into the doe’s quivering cunt. Haera could see the doe’s legs tremble, bending at the knees before she regained her balance. A low bellow echoed out of her mouth again, saliva dripping from her lips down to the Earth. A shudder raced through Haera’s body. She wound her muscles tighter still.
One .
The final grunt as the buck pulled his hips back once more. The final bellow as his front hooves slid down the doe’s mid-section to her hips, tightening there in a painful grip. The buck reared up and forwards, thrusting and leaping forwards in one movement. Forcing the head of his cock past any final resistance deep in the doe’s cunt, he spilled his seed finally, both their cries echoing into the wet air. The doe’s bellow was pained, but the buck’s front hooves kept her locked into place as he frantically fucked into her in short thrusts as he emptied himself. Spent, he released her, stepping back awkwardly and dropping down onto his hooves as spurts of cum shot out from the doe’s cunt and dripped down her back legs. A weak bellow was all the buck could manage .
Now .
Launching forward in a white blur, her paws hit the Earth once.
The buck’s long tongue was licking a slow path up the doe’s cunt, gathering his seed and pressing it back into her. Her legs were still trembling, her head hung low, mouth open as her suitor fucked her with his tongue.
Twice .
His head raised right then, tired puffs of air staining the air around them with mist. His head turned towards the segund doe, across the clearing with her young.
Thrice .
He jerked his head at the doe, grunting at her.
On the fourth soundless strike of her paws on the Earth, Haera leaped into the air, three hundred pounds of muscle colliding with the buck sideways as her canines sank into his throat and ripped through his flesh as they tumbled backwards through the air.
Frightened by the appearance of a predator much bigger than themselves, the does rushed off into the forest without looking back, the recently fucked one’s cunt still glistening from the mark of the buck’s insistent arousal. His limp body in Haera’s grip, she rolled over so that she was on top of him, and ripped her jaws back. His soft throat gave way under her vicious teeth. Ignoring his grunting and protesting, she lapped at the pool of blood that opened up where his throat was gouged open. The fresh, salty blood slid down her throat, soothing the fiery burn of desperation in her system. Blood. She hadn’t had fresh blood in syrises.
The buck’s legs thrashed and kicked as she drank, and his grunting was soon replaced by her own groaning as his blood coated her insides and finally satisfied the ache in her soul. His arteries sputtered, as his heart tried frantically to keep him alive. Swiping her tongue across her stained snout, she sighed, deeply satisfied.
Pawing around to his exposed belly, she watched him thrash as she decided what part of him to eat first. Her gaze trailed down over his underside, following a path to his cock. Its head was still swollen and leaking arousal. His grunts were getting weaker now, and letting her rough tongue press flat against his soft belly, she dragged it across his skin. As his last breaths rushed through his body, a final bellow pressed past his lips. As she watched, his cock surged, tensing and tightening, veins along its sides bulging as cum breached his tip. He died, his body still emptying itself onto his own belly.
When the orgasm was through, she leaned down to lap up his seed, before sinking her canines into his cock, and ripping it off in one large bite. She chewed through the still erect muscle, before swallowing it down and lapping up the fresh blood that was now pouring out of his lower belly.
The bond re-engaged right then, searing hot pleasure burning through her body from Theos. Now it was her legs that trembled. She sank her teeth into the buck’s guts.