Krimmon crouched, staring silently at the girl. She was bent over and wore only by a loose sundress that danced in the breeze. She slowly picked the tiny red flowers that grew in patches across the mostly-barren steppes, oblivious to his presence. He had hidden at the edge of a wood, using the trees as shelter. He knew she had no way of spotting him from this distance, but his new, magical eyes had a clear view of the petite blonde he knew so well.
Her name was Emily. She had lived next door to him in a small nearby village, but Krimmon was sure she’d never paid him any notice. She was too lovely to be with someone so vile and ugly as him. Her golden hair fell across her shoulders with the majesty of a waterfall, framing a soft face that Krimmon was sure was sculpted by the gods themselves. Now though, he knew she would be unable to resist him. That was the magic he’d gained, after all, having made a dark deal with a sorcerer that lived in that very wood. *Irresistible to women he desired*. His body had been transformed, bones cracking and flesh reshaping, until he no longer resembled himself at all. He was a beast now. At first, he had been furious with the witch. How was he to be irresistible with cloven hooves, or the long ram horns that had sprouted from his skull? He had wandered, dejected, unable to return to his home. If only he knew then.
He first came across a young woman, travelling alone through the steppes. He had never met her before, but even at a distance, she enthralled him. He remembered attacking her and her struggles, as he forced himself upon her. How she’d reacted when she saw his bestial cock, transformed to resemble that of a horse. Her struggles changed as he fucked her, like he had, into something else. Into need. Lust. He’d left her a useless mess, still trying her best to reach out for more of his cock. The magic had worked.
Even now, as he stared at Emily, once his greatest unrequited love, he could feel it taking over him. He stroked his unnatural cock, which throbbed as he watched her bend to pick more flowers. She was showing off now, he was sure. She knew he was there and was teasing him. He let out an angry snort, unable to control his lust any longer.
She screamed as he charged, but froze in fear. Not that fleeing would have saved her; he was unnaturally fast, and nearly twice her height. He took her in his twisted hairy paws. He could feel her slim body beneath the flowing dress, and his cock twitched in anticipation.
“Soon you’ll love me too, Emily.” He grunted, finding it hard to even speak his former language now with his twisted anatomy. Her eyes went wide at the words, as he lowered her over his flared tip.
“Krimmon?” She asked, her voice quaking with fear. He felt the heat, that which he had desired as long as he could remember, against him. Her heat. He lined himself against her entrance, completely lost in his desire.
“P-please… don’t…” She begged, tears streaming down her perfect porcelain face. But Krimmon was past human reasoning. He *was* the beast now, and he had finally caught the ultimate prey. He pushed her down and her argument became only a pained groan in her throat. He revelled in the feeling as her lips began to open for him and the huge flare of his cock started to slide into his love. He didn’t care that his shaft was nearly as wide around as her waist, or as long as her legs, he just needed to fill her.
It wasn’t long before the meadow echoed with the sounds of lust. Again and again, the beastman slammed the maiden down on his cock. It drove deep, bulging her stomach obscenely with its size. His heavy balls slapped against her sore clit with every thrust, her pussy stretched too-wide around him. But her demeanour had changed. No longer did she struggle against her assaulter, instead moaning with careless abandon. She slammed herself onto him just as hard as he fucked her, destroying her own pussy on the beast’s cock. She’d cum more times than her sex-addled brain could remember, lost now between orgasms. But it was his turn now.
His balls tensed, and he speared into her as deep as he could. She giggled in delight as she felt the cock that had erased all of her memories pulse within her. Krimmon watched his once-love’s eyes roll back into her head as the first shot of his seed splashed against her womb. She quivered, her pussy milking him in her orgasm. He filled her completely, bathing her insides with his vile cum. Then, finished, he let her drop. She slid from his soaked cock, splashing to the earth into the puddle she’d made. He watched as she reached up, her arm shaking weakly as she grabbed for his cock. He turned away, leaving her used and forever changed. He realized now that the magic he’d been given was a curse, not a gift, but it was too late.
“I’m sorry, Emily.” He tried to say as he walked away from the ruined maiden, but he couldn’t quite make the words come out.
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