"HEY! HEY YOU TWO! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
Waking up in a Mind Flayer Pod aboard a Mind Flayer Ship had, needless to say, left Shadowheart in something of a state. After all, she knew what happened in pods like these. If she didn't get out of here soon, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
And so, when something other than Mind Flayers or their mind-addled servants suddenly walks into the chamber, Shadowheart perks up. A female Gith and a boulder-shaped Human weren't necessarily the best rescue she could have asked for, but it was better than nothing.
Unfortunately, as she bangs against the inside of the pod and calls out to them, it doesn't seem to matter that she catches their attention. Neither moves to render her aid immediately, instead eyeing her for a moment and seemingly speaking to one another back and forth.
Just from the way the Gith was sneering, shaking her head, and waving a hand dismissively… Shadowheart can tell that she has no intention of helping her out. So instead, she focuses on the human, who she quickly realizes from the way he's dressed must be a Druid.
Looking at him as he in turn stares back at her, Shadowheart continues banging on the inside of the lid.
"PLEASE! I-!"
But whatever else she might have said… it winds up lost as her voice is stolen from her. The Human Druid was already large, both in height and in width. The 'boulder-shaped' descriptor was no joke. However, all of the sudden he becomes even bigger as he transforms into a massive werewolf right there on the spot.
Shadowheart involuntarily squeaks in terror and shrinks back as the werewolf's massive claws come down on the pod, ripping through it in an instant. Her eyes close shut as she expects the claws to continue into her body… but instead, he picks her up.
Fear paralyzes her as she finds herself held aloft in the werewolf's massive, clawed hands. Her eyes open again just in time to get an eyeful of his large, drooling teeth as he sniffs at her.
And then, much to her shock, he… puts her down?
"An Alpha never abandons his Wolf-kin."
That sentence seems to be directed at the Gith Warrior, who just snorts derisively and rolls her eyes. Meanwhile… the werewolf returns to his human form a moment later like it's nothing, showing a control over his condition that Shadowheart thought was impossible.
Mouth opening and closing, the Sharran Cleric stands there with wide eyes for a moment before the Gith finally speaks.
"Tch! What? Are you two going to just stand there forever? Fine, you've freed the dead weight! Let's GO!"
Needless to say, they go, though Shadowheart at least remembers to check for the artifact before they leave the room. Lucky that she does too, because it had fallen out and she almost left it in the pod.
… Also needless to say, nothing else that happens from that point on makes much sense either.
-x-X-x-
"Mm…"
As she slowly wakes up, Shadowheart starts to smile to herself. It was all just a dream… a nightmare really. The mission definitely hadn't gone as poorly as all that. She definitely hadn't been captured by Mind Flayers and had a tadpole stuffed into her skull. And she definitely hadn't then been rescued by some sort of Selunite Super Werewolf Druid that had terrified her to her core and declared her 'Wolf-kin' either.
Yeah… it was all just a bad dream. She's safe with the rest of her squad, sleeping on a very farm, very furry bedroll. Everything is fine… even if her bedroll is moving under her for some reason. And… also breathing hot air onto her… naked body.
Shadowheart's eyes finally fly open and she finds herself pressed against the very large chest of the werewolf from her nightmares, held in place by the long, powerful clawed limbs she'd watched shred through Mind Flayers and Devils alike. Except… it wasn't a nightmare at all, was it? All of that, from her frightening rescue to the fighting they'd done to get off the ship… all of that had really happened, hadn't it?
Terror takes Shadowheart's voice from her so at least she doesn't scream and wake up the slumbering monster laying under her. However, that's about where the good news ends because as previously noticed, she's completely naked for some reason! The wind and his fur alike tickle and tease her body while her braided hair is soaked and dripping down her back.
Despite it being night, the surrounding beach is bright under the light of the Full Moon shining down on them from above… and Shadowheart's body is growing hotter by the second, arousal building as a primal need awakens along with her mind coming to consciousness.
Obviously as a Cleric of Shar, Shadowheart fights against such… animalistic tendencies and focuses on how fucking bad this whole situation is. Quietly, as softly as she possibly can, she whispers prayers to Shar under her breath, begging for help from her Goddess in this extremely dangerous and trying time!
… But she gets nothing back. She's met with complete silence. And not the sort of oppressive silence that's clearly just Shar telling you to pray harder either. No, this is the silence that lets Shadowheart know her prayers aren't even being heard by her Goddess at all. Because right now, the Moon Witch's influence is too strong and completely blocking the connection between Shadowheart and her deity.
Whimpering, Shadowheart realizes her only option is to try to escape the werewolf's clutches on her own. Carefully, she begins to shift in an attempt to loosen his hold, wiggling and shimmying for a brief moment before looking up to make sure he hasn't awoken yet.
Only, she immediately freezes in fresh fear as she finds herself looking right up into his very open eyes. She'd immediately woken him up, fuck her sideways! No, don't do that! Oh fuck, oh goddess, she was going to get mounted and raped by a Selunite Werewolf right here on the beach, wasn't she?! And augh, that idea was only turning her on more! Noooo!
Leaning forward, the werewolf sniffs her as his head approaches. Then, he dips down and his rough tongue licks the nipple of her breast where it's captured against his chest fur.
An involuntary squeal of pleasure leaves Shadowheart's lips as her body immediately betrays her. First, by arching her back and pressing her breasts forward. Second, by her ass cheeks pushing back and finding his damn cock, which pushes up between her thighs and buttocks with a vengeance. Oh fuck, he's so fucking huge.
Her mind screams denials about not wanting this, about not desiring this… but her body is firming up its control, announcing an animalistic need that Shadowheart finds she unfortunately can't ignore. Whining, she scrambles on his chest, pressing down again and lifting up her hips to expose her pulsing pussy and her salivating slit.
Her hands come down and claw at his furry chest, while her mouth bites at his furry neck. Not that she's doing anything either way, but it at least gives her something to do that isn't entirely about freaking out.
Meanwhile, she feels it… the meaty log of a penis down between her thighs. She'd already been feeling it, obviously… but now that she's starting to hump at it, hump at him, the werewolf beneath her begins to react. His cock twitches and throbs while her pussy clenches and drools, dripping with arousal that she can no longer fight or deny.
She should, of course. But as the werewolf grips her around the waist with one set of claws and guides his cock up to her entrance with the other, Shadowheart's mental faculties truly start to fail her. Lost in a haze of lust that she can't help but feel isn't entirely her own, she whines and positions herself all the better for the taking.
The tapered tip of his inhuman dick slips between her folds, catching on her entrance in a way that is deceptive. Why? Because he feels smaller than he actually is. His cock is that of a canine's, not a human's, meaning it's thin at the end and much, MUCH thicker near the bottom.
At first, his massive member doesn't feel massive at all. But then… then it starts to properly split her open as inch after inch disappears up inside of her.
"Hnngh~"
A choked moan leaves her lips followed by a lewd, broken cry as she feels him entering her more and more. Her back arches, pressing her chest and sensitive nipples against him all the harder as his hard, pulsing shaft stretches out her needy, sopping cunt. Her eyes roll back for a moment in involuntary bliss as she's filled and stretched in a way she's never, ever experienced before.
This shouldn't be happening. She's a Cleric of Shar for fuck's sake. She's not fucking 'Wolf-kin' or whatever this druid bastard had called her before. She's an enemy of the wolf, an enemy of the Moon, an enemy of HIM! And yet… she can't help the way her body responds.
"F-Fuck…"
A whimper leaves Shadowheart's lips, her nails digging into fur to no real effect as she struggles to accommodate the enormous size inside of her. Her inner walls, wet and drooling, clench and squeeze down hard around the werewolf's invading length, trying desperately to adjust to the incredible girth spreading her wider than she's ever been spread in her life.
The sensation of being stuffed with monster cock is like nothing Shadowheart has ever had to bear before and it's almost too much for the Half-Elf to handle. She tries to ignore how incredible it feels though. She tries not to give in to the lusts raging through her.
Slowly, the werewolf's hips lift, exposing the intelligent mind behind the monster. She knew there was a man inside of the beast currently impaling her and Shadowheart tries to glare at him, tries to remind him that she knows he's not just some animal having his way with her.
… Unfortunately, there's no real heat to her glare. All of the heat is down below in the rest of her body. From her rock hard nipples brushing back and forth against his chest, to her sopping wet cunt gushing all over his utterly massive werewolf cock.
The deeper he drives his thick prick into her, the harder it is for her to maintain any semblance of defiance… if she had any to begin with. Indeed, Shadowheart can't help the ugly cries that leave her lips, her voice filling the air as they lay there together on the beach under the Full Moon.
She's speared upon the Werewolf Druid's massive shaft again and again, the air forced from her lungs by the sheer power behind this thrusts. Her pussy is stretched obscenely around every intrusion, her slickness barely saving her.
… Then, he begins to move faster. Shadowheart's eyes widen and then roll back in her skull again when his powerful hips start pumping upwards in a steady rhythm, fucking up into her soaked cunt from below.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
The wet and utterly obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air, mingling with Shadowheart's increasingly wanton moans and lewd cries of ecstasy. She clings to her rescuer with both hands, holding onto his fur for dear life… as she's forced to surrender herself completely to the intense pleasure he's pushing out of her.
She can't stop cumming for him… and after a certain point, she starts to feel it. The knot. After all, as previously mentioned, his cock was far from human. It was entirely canine. And that meant it had a knot too.
Part of Shadowheart knows this is where she should stop. If she lets this go on any further… well, the werewolf's knot is pressing more and more insistently against her slit with every bounce upon his cock. She shouldn't let it continue, she shouldn't let it get as far as seems likely.
And yet… in the end, she just can't stop her body from continuing its motions. And she certainly can't stop the werewolf from fucking her from below, thrusting upwards with considerable might as she rides him towards the inevitable, cumming again and again from the experience.
Until finally… it happens. With a pop, his knot disappears up inside of her, causing Shadowheart to gurgle as her eyes roll back in her head for a THIRD time. Their movement slows as his swollen knot plugs her pussy up, making it harder to move as fast and powerfully as they were before.
Not that it matters, really. She still cums from the insane sensation, much to her chagrin. And in doing so… she milks him of his release as well.
Throwing his head back, the Werewolf Druid howls as he begins to pump his hot, thick load up into her womb. In response, Shadowheart tosses her own head back and howls instinctively as well.
For a long moment in time, they're both shuddering and spasming together until they finally start to come down from their respective pleasure highs. As Shadowheart drops her head back down onto the werewolf's chest, she lets out a shuddering, raspy sigh that's half-contentment, half-bemoaning her fate.
But at least it's over now. At least it's done… right?
Wrong. Her own hips start to move again before long, grinding down and sliding up the werewolf's cock. This in turn prompts his dick to start to harden once more, even as his knot has gone down and is allowing her movement. Shadowheart moans, trying to stop her treacherous body… but it's no use. It's hopeless. Sounds begin to fill the beach again, sounds of coupling and feminine moaning and bestial growling.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Goddess forgive her… she's going to wind up turning into a broodbitch for some kind of Selunite Super Werewolf at this rate!
-x-X-x-
The Wanderer stares at the glass bottle in his hands, eyes narrowed and lips curled downwards in a thoughtful frown. Within the glass bottle is a whole lot of liquid darkness, all of which had somehow come out of the nonhuman woman that he'd saved from the eldritch ship he'd been kidnapped by.
It really was just one thing after another, wasn't it? Lilith, Mephisto, the Burning Hells and so many more world-ending apocalypses… he'd survived them all. Frankly, he'd been damn near the center of them all. Fighting on the frontlines in his Alpha Wolf Form, taking the battle to the threats that plagued his world.
And now here he was… this was not his world, that much the Wanderer knew for a fact. He'd been taken, stolen by the eldritch ship that even now was spread in pieces all over the coast. From there, the eldritch ship had teleported to other places… other Hells, he's pretty sure. And then… they'd wound up here.
The Wanderer should probably be more upset about everything that has happened to him. But at the same time, he's never really been one to stay in one place for long anyways. It's in the 'name', after all. And yet… to be so far from home… not to mention the thing they'd tried to shove in his brain by way of his eye.
It'd destroyed itself trying to nestle into his brain, unable to contend with everything else that had marked him over the years, but the experience was still something he could have done without. Especially since he was pretty sure the woman still had one of those tadpoles in her head…
However, strangely enough, he was pretty sure the liquid darkness she'd vomited up had nothing to do with the creature that had been stuffed inside of her skull. Curious, that. Very, very curious. Admittedly, he already had a few ideas of what it is and why her body had decided to purge herself of it… but nothing too certain just yet.
Snorting, he sets the glass bottle down and turns back to check on the fishes he has cooking in the fire pit he'd built. It was to be a late breakfast… or maybe an early lunch considering the position of the sun. Even as he makes sure the fish doesn't turn to charcoal, the dulled senses of his human ears manage to easily pick up his companion's shuffling steps on the sand off to the side.
Finally, the nonhuman woman comes back from behind the rocks she'd been using to give herself some privacy from him while she bathed and cleaned herself up in the massive river they found themselves beside. At first glance, the Wanderer had thought it to be an ocean truth be told, or even an inland sea. But not only was the water freshwater, when he peered off into the distance, he could properly see the other side of the river. Strange, but nothing too special.
As his companion makes her way back into view, she's unknowingly trailed by the minutely shifting sand of the burrowed Poison Creeper he'd grown last night to keep watch while they'd slept. At least before she'd woken him up to fuck.
Dressed once again in the dark metal armor that had nearly drowned her last night, she pauses in her approach and looks him over. After a moment, he snorts derisively upon realizing she seems to expect him to shift into his Werewolf Form at a moment's notice. She needn't have worried; he'd already removed the Mad Wolf's Glee Chestplate and stored it in his bag.
Grunting, he nods his head to the firepit.
"Fish."
Then, he lifts up the first of the skewered cooked fish to her in offering. In response, the woman hesitates, looking exceedingly wary for several moment as silence stretches on between them. The only sounds are those of the wind, the waves, the burning fire, and the carrion birds overhead circling the very dead squid ship that brought them here.
The Wanderer is just starting to wonder if he should eat the first skewer to prove its safe when suddenly, her stomach roars its hunger for all to hear, a growl that makes her blush deeply in response. However, it also prompts her to step forward quickly and snatch the offered skewer from his massive hand, immediately biting into it with all the restraint (or lack thereof) of a starving wolf.
Scales and bones easily crunch in the jaws of the previously lost Wolf-kin as the Wanderer continues to cook more fish for her. She's barely finished her first fish skewer and is already hungrily eyeing the others. Which of course, he'd anticipated. He hands her the second the moment she's done with the first and she grabs it with angry, teary eyes.
"What the fuck did you DO to me last night?!"
The Wanderer grunts and shakes his head.
"Introductions first. Didn't have time on the ship."
Indeed, names were not exchanged while they'd fought their way through the eldritch ship and wound up here. So… best to figure things out now, he figured. The nonhuman woman stiffens… but finally nods.
"Fine. You can call me Shadowheart. And you?"
The Wanderer's eyes flick back to the bottled liquid shadow in the sand next to him and he valiantly resists the urge to bark in laughter. Her little made-up name doesn't really make much sense anymore, does it? But… he can tell it won't be productive. He restrains himself to just a snort and a mere lift and fall of one of his shoulders.
"You may call me Wanderer."
Shadowheart's eyes narrow at that but before she can complain, he cuts her off.
"You are not human."
That prompts a jerk as if he's slapped her.
"I am half-elven, yes! But you're one to talk. You're a werewolf!"
Hm, that seemed to mean something different to her than it meant to him. Strange. Rolling his shoulders, the Wanderer just grunts as he categorizes that 'half-elven' identifier. He has no idea what it means… but he doesn't think she's demonic at least. So she has that going for her.
Finally, he answers her question from before.
"As the Nautiloid came crashing down, my claws allowed me to cling deeper into the flesh until it came closer to the ground. That form's agility allowed me to leap off to safety and not suffer any damage. You, however, were flung into this river in front of us. The impact knocked you unconscious and the weight of your armor started dragging you down to the depths. I dived in after you and brought you ashore."
Shadowheart pauses in her devouring of his fish and raises one hand to her wet, braided hair, furrowing her brow as she no doubt remembers those last harrowing moments before she lost consciousness.
"… Tch. I would thank you for saving my life a second time, but you've already taken any and all gratitude that you're owed from my body. More than you'd earned the right to, some would say."
The Wanderer tilts his head to the side as Shadowheart bares her teeth to him in a grimace, finishing her second fish while flashing her fangs at him. Hm… she had to know she was only enticing and arousing him even more by doing that sort of thing… right? Then again, if her words were to be believed, maybe not.
Showing off his larger teeth in a return baring that has her jolting in response, the Wanderer offers her a third fish skewer before continuing his retelling.
"Once ashore, I made sure your lungs carried no more water before finding the best position to shelter from the wind and cold of the night. I removed your armor and soaked clothing and embraced you with the warmth of my transformed body to keep you from sickening."
He looks the 'half-elven' woman right in the eye then and snorts.
"You then proceeded to wake up some time later, your aroused scent and lustful intentions making it obvious you wished to mate with me. When I reciprocated, you did not refuse my advanced upon your body. Instead, you quite vigorously demonstrated your enjoyment of our mutual pleasure for the rest of the night."
A picked-clean fish skewer angrily bounces off of his head a moment later, causing the Wanderer to sigh. At least she wasn't throwing rocks or trying to use that mace of hers. Not that either would have been any more effective, he supposed.
"Don't try to turn this on me, you filthy mongrel! I know who and what you are! I know you serve the Moon Witch! What Selunite Ritual did you cast on me to… to make my body burn with desire and force me to mount and ride you over and over again, huh?!"
Hm. Moon Witch. Selunite Ritual. These were names that were unknown to him… and yet, the emotion behind them declared them to be enemies to Shadowheart, that much he was sure of. In the process of roaring her accusations angrily in his direction, the half-elven woman has gotten closer and closer, until she's right beside him at the firepit, only towering over him because the Wanderer remains seated.
Seemingly realizing how her emotions have gotten her within range of his grasp, Shadowheart freezes up for a moment… but when he doesn't bother grabbing her, she snarls and yanks another fish skewer to herself, this one straight from over the firepit, uncaring of the heat of the flames as she bites into the newest cooked fish.
"Grrr! What have you done to me that I starve despite eating three fish? What have you done to me that makes it so I can bite through scales and bones and chew them all up as easily as flesh? Everything is louder and brighter! Everything is so fucking sensitive! And I feel better than I can ever remember feeling despite… despite throwing up whatever is in that fucking glass bottle!"
She's getting hysterical now, ranting and raving and gesticulating wildly. Honestly, he's not afraid of her hurting him… she couldn't do meaningful damage to him if she tried. The Wanderer is afraid of her potentially hurting herself, however. And since she's now Pack… well.
Shadowheart has truly let her guard down as she worked her way through this fourth fish skewer. In the end, she can't do much more than yelp in surprise when he suddenly grabs her and pulls her in close, holding her tightly to his bared, tattooed chest. Forcing her to breath in the musk of his body and the instinctive knowledge that he is her Alpha and she is safe with him in this present moment.
She doesn't even get as far as hitting him ineffectually before her rapid breathing and rapidly beating heart both slowly calm to a much steadier rate. Only once she's breathing much more naturally does the Wanderer finally speak.
"I do not pretend to know your precise circumstances, Wolf-kin. However, I do know that you have been lost and alone for a very long time."
His chest rumbles with his deep, baritone voice.
"Now though you have found your instincts tell you something you struggle to believe. Your heart says you are safe and welcome so long as you follow me. That you will never be alone ever again, so long as you follow your Alpha and help him build a Pack to call our own."
She's listening, he can tell as much… but at the same time, her hands are starting to press against his body, demanding release. He doesn't let her go just yet.
"However, your head and the lessons put in it say that I must be your enemy. That I am a 'Selunite Mongrel' in service to this 'Moon Witch'. I tell you now, truly, I know neither of these things. Studying the stars last night, I have confirmed that I am not of this world. I am the Wanderer of Sanctuary, and a Druid that prefers the form of Alpha Wolf to that of a Man."
She pauses at that revelation, shocked into a stupor as he continues on.
"You though… you are Wolf-kin. The offspring of a Werewolf and a human… or maybe a 'half-elf' as you call it. You have been taught to fear your own kind without understanding why you are afraid of them."
That gets her to freeze completely, even as her head shakes against his chest in denial. But he doesn't stop laying truth upon her. She needs to make an informed decision going forward.
"Whoever has taught you, whoever has raised you… has lied to you, Shadowheart. These are not the actions of allies that care about your wellbeing, but rather methods of enforcing control over the unwillingly deceived. You demand to know why your body purged itself upon waking? Ask yourself how long that darkness has been in your body and who it put there in the first place. Why do you feel better now than you have ever felt in your entire life?"
Only once she's completely limp does he slowly lower her down to the ground so she's knelt in the sand next to the firepit. Whispered denials and fervent prayers fall from her lips as she stares at the glass bottle of liquid darkness she'd vomited up in disbelief… but also burgeoning horror.
The Wanderer is just considering how to best help her through this breakdown when sudden barking interrupts it and causes them both to look up at the same time. Over, off to the side, his massive pack is resting against a rock… and a white and grey wolf pup is digging his way out, only to plop down onto the sand.
"… Hail, Hratli."
He greets the eagerly barking pup as it races over to them, a true and honest smile spreading across his broad face. Apparently the pup had stowed away in his pack before his abduction. Hm, at least one member of his former Pack had managed to come along with him to this new world, he supposed.
Hratli comes to a halt at his feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he pants and looks up at him. Then, the pup glances at Shadowheart… before immediately going back to looking at him. Shadowheart stares blankly at the pup, a smidgen of interest in her eyes.
Seeing that the Wolf-kin's breakdown has been halted by the appearance of the excitable pup, the Wanderer decides the solution is obvious.
"Hratli, this is Shadowheart. She is the newest member of our Pack. Shadowheart, this is Hratli, the youngest member of my Pack."
Introducing them to each other, he adopts a toothy grin.
"Hratli… say 'hello' to Shadowheart."
A moment later, Shadowheart's back hits the sand as a white and grey missile of fluff collides with her and begins to greedily lick at her face. Shadowheart tries to protest of course, but her resistance quickly dissolves into helpless laughter and cooing over his cuteness as she pets him and scratches behind his ears.
In the end, Hratli was the least frightening thing imaginable and even Shadowheart, who seemed to hate and fear wolves despite being Wolf-kin, could tell as much.
Hm… yes, he could work with this.