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  Gift of the Beast

  By Nicole Draylock

  Copyright 2013 Nicole Draylock

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  This work contains content of an extremely graphic nature including beastiality. All characters in this work are 18 or over. This is a work of fiction intended for adults 18 and over only.

  Darcy was drunk and feeling lonelier than usual as she made her way down the dark street. She’d left another party feeling foolish. Ten years ago, she’d have never felt so out of place, but now she knew too much about the arcane for most of the youngsters these days. They preferred to play at being witches, rather than putting in the years of difficult study that were required to truly be versed. They all wanted to pretend they were Harry or Hermione rather than verse themselves in the history of any tradition.

  She had gone to the party in hope that it was only a precursor to a ritual celebration of Ostara. In her day, she’d been to several such parties that ended up being little more than an excuse to have a wild orgy. As such things went; she much preferred those to the silly Emo pretenders that had hosted tonight’s party, as least an orgy could bring the participants closer to the lord and lady.

  Darcy had known within seconds of arriving that her hosts were not part of any tradition. The party looked like a bad Halloween party, and the girl answering the door had to have still been in high school. She didn’t care if they were hoping for an orgy, she wasn’t about to join such a group with kids present. She had slipped out quietly, found a bar, and had a few drinks, trying in vain to forget the travesty of the party. She hated that her beliefs were treated with such disdain by those that refused to understand them, but those that claimed to believe as she and then made a mockery of the old ways were truly repugnant to her.

  She’d left the bar, wondering once again if she should found her own coven. She had long been a solitary practitioner. She knew she could guide a small group to find their connection to the earth as well as the lord and lady, but at the same time wondered if there was anyone that would have the discipline left. She was lost in her musings when the black dog appeared before her.

  It was a dark night, and Darcy nearly tripped over the dark beast before she saw it. “Oh, hey there puppy, are you lost?” she asked, giggling at the faint slur in her voice. She rarely ever drank, and it showed when she did. “Where is your owner?” she asked. The dog was apparently a Shar Pei, which happened to be a Darcy’s favorite breed. She’d never had one, but she’d always thought the wrinkled beasties were simply the cutest things she’d ever seen. She would have loved to have such a beautiful pet, but surely the animal had a home somewhere here close, for it was in far to healthy a condition for it to be a stray. “Better get on home sweetie, wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you” she said, walking past the quiet canine.

  Darcy was perhaps a block closer to home when she heard the soft padding sounds of the dog’s feet behind her. She turned to find him only a few short steps behind her. She hoped that he wouldn’t get too far from home following her and hurried on, checking behind her every little bit to see if he was still following her, she grew more and more concerned. The dog seemed determined to follow her home. She was only three blocks from home when she came upon him, and he sat very politely near her door as she let herself in having followed her all this way.

  Darcy didn’t know what else to do, so she slipped inside shutting her door behind her in hope that the beautiful beast would grow bored and return to its home. In her inebriated state she soon forgot about the beast and went to shower. Afterwards, she went to her altar, giving thanks to the lady and her consort before slipping into her robe and preparing to go to bed with a cup of wine and a book. Darcy was about half way through the glass of wine, which on top of the liquor that she had already imbibed was making it very difficult to concentrate on her book when she heard the whimpering sound followed by a light scratching at her front door.

  Pulling her robe tighter around her slender form, she walked into her front room, peering out of the side window of her front room which looked out on the alcove that led to her door. To her surprise the big black dog was still there, only now he was seated right before the door scratching. It was more than Darcy could resist, and going to the door, she let the beast in, hoping that he was well trained. He walked into the house as if it were his own home, and went straight to the kitchen where he whined softly once more.

  Darcy was bemused by his behavior and getting out a bowl she gave him some water, and looked in her fridge for something for him to eat. She found some cutlets in her freezer, and though they were a bit pricey for dog food, thawed a couple of the tender pieces of meat. As she worked in the kitchen, pouring herself another glass of wine, the dog politely sat and watched her. She was giving him the cutlets when she noticed the most peculiar thing about him. She had thought that the red sheen in his eyes was just from the glare of the street lights reflected in his eyes, but his eyes were indeed a sort of burnt amber color that looked almost eerie on the solid black canine.

  “Well aren’t you a cute one” Darcy said, idly stroking the dogs bristly black coat. The big dog just looked up at her with his baleful eyes, and almost seemed to smile. When he had finished the meat, Darcy decided it was time to turn in for the night. Between work, the party, and the time she’d spent seeing to the big dog, she was beat. She opened the back door to let him out for a moment, and the big dog wasted no time, darting out the door, clearly understanding what he was expected to do. He disappeared into the darkened area at the corner of the yard, and within a moment was racing back inside.

  “You are a good dog” she noted aloud, and the dog seemed to shiver with satisfaction at her praise. She had debated on what to do with him for the night, but his behavior was so polite that in the end she simply allowed him to follow her to her room, and as she lay down on the bed, he promptly jumped up on the opposite side, turned around once and lay down beside her. Idly she stroked his head as she drifted off to sleep.

  That night she dreamed of the Consort. He was standing over her, his chiseled body gleaming in the moonlight. “I have come to reward you for your faithful service” he rumbled, his deep voice making her quiver in anticipation. She gave herself freely in her dream and when she awoke, she felt more invigorated than she had in months. The dream had been so livid and so very real, she felt as though she had made love all night to man endowed like a god. Knowing that despite the soreness of her loins she had spent the night alone she thanked the Consort for a vision so real and went on about her day.

  She put the beautiful Sharpie in the backyard while she was out and kept a look out for any sign of an owner looking for the missing dog. When she returned home that evening, the friendly pooch seemed ecstatic that she was home, and she and the dog spent the evening quietly enjoying one another’s company. He was a very well-mannered dog, making Darcy marvel that no one had appeared going door to door looking for such a lovely specimen. When she went to bed, the big canine curled up right beside her, and she went to sleep feeling warm and comforted.

  That night she dreamed of the Consort once again and again she found herself kneeling before him, receiving his probing tool until both released in an explosive orgasm. This time, the Consort curled up against her, speaking to her softly.

  “You are pleased with
our joining?”

  “Yes my Lord” she replied, her emotions running high.

  “I will not appear to you like this again, but the one I’ve acted through will remain as your lover and familiar as long as you will have him” the Consort told her.

  Darcy was confused by his words, but the more she tried to understand them, the more confusing it all seemed. Before she could think to formulate a proper question to clarify her understanding, she awoke. The gorgeous Sharpei lay curled against her still, and for the briefest moment he opened his eyes and looked into her own. In those dark eyes she thought she saw the reflection of fire, but it was gone before the big dog closed his eyes, sighed, and returned to a comfortable sleep as only a canine could.

  Again she felt as though she had physically been joined with the Consort, and her confusion was such that she rose, going to her altar to meditate and ask the Lady for clarity. The big dog watched her, unmoving until she had finished calling upon the lady. She had no more than completed her request when her attention was distracted for the briefest of moments by the sound of the dog’s feet hitting the floor. Diverting her attention back to her prayerful meditation, she tried to clear her mind to receive the answers she sought.

  The dog, which had been a perfectly polite beast, did something in that moment that surprised her beyond the capacity to meditate. Kneeling as she was with her eyes closed she didn’t notice the beast move in front of her, nor did she see his head dip toward her lap.

  The shock of his long wet tongue as it touched her just above her pubic bone and traveled up her stomach caused her to gasp. She bit back a cry of indignation as her eyes flew open. As if from within her own mind she heard a voice speaking to her that she knew could only be the lady.

  “Will you accept the gift of my Consort?”

  The lady had never spoken to her directly and it sent a thrill through her that negated her shocked outrage at the dog’s actions. She was about to reply in the affirmative that she would accept any gifts she received of the Lord or Lady, when she realized that the gift and the answer to her question was setting before her now intently awaiting her answer. She was thinking through the Consorts words when she realized she had still not answered the Lady. Silently making her apologies for making the lady wait she made her answer.

  “Yes, my lady, I will accept the gift” Darcy said, though she was still confused by the Consorts wording. Did he mean to name the beast lover?”

  The Lady spoke again. “Twice has the gift joined with you in your dream visions, as the Consort filled your mind with his presence. Will you prove your willingness to give pleasure as you receive it?”

  The big dog reared up before her, placing a large paw on each of her sexy shoulders. She could clearly see that right before her the dog’s long pink cock had emerged from his sheath, and was mere inches from her face.

  It was all very clear now what was expected and though it surprised her, she would not disappoint the Lord or the Lady. Turning her head slightly she lowered herself toward the seemingly prehensile organ. The big beast seemed to grow in size and weight and it thrust forward powerfully as she closed her lips around it. It was all she could do to support the animal’s mass as he drove into her, filling her mouth and beyond with a cock that suddenly appeared much more massive than it had only moments before.

  She couldn’t see more than the beast’s belly and hind legs in this position, but the paws that had been able to fit in her palm now looked the size of saucers and though he’d barely weighed forty pounds before, it felt as though a very large man was holding himself erect at her shoulders. She knew something of canine anatomy, so she expected the cock to grow, but the slippery appendage now in her mouth felt as though it were over a foot long, the knot notwithstanding.

  She couldn’t imagine being aroused by an animal, much less one that was using her mouth so roughly, but she began to feel an ache in her loins that demanded her attention and soon she was fingering herself wildly and growing close at a rapid pace toward an orgasm. She had learned long ago to accept a cock into her throat, and the skill was paying off now as the great beast reared over and over again into her mouth. His knot was the size of a grapefruit, something that concerned her if she was to accept him into cunt or ass, but for the moment it prevented him from getting any deeper into her mouth and even with her talent for giving head she was grateful that he could go no further. The knot did present one problem, and that was that the force of his rutting was continually smashing the swollen and rock hard object into her lips painfully. She tried to wrap her free hand around it, which only resulted in him growling and driving in harder until she relented.

  Some instinct gave her the idea to grip the knot at its base near her body, and to her surprise and great relief, the huge beast suddenly slowed to a stop and whined. She felt great gouts of his seed shooting deep in her throat and had to swallow around his shaft rapidly to avoid choking on the hot thin fluid. She wasn’t sure how long this went on, but it seemed to continue for far longer than the precursor, and Darcy had one orgasm after another as she swallowed the beast’s juices.

  Finally, the weight and pressure of the beast lessoned and the cock returned to normal size, eventually slipping from her lips. A moment later the big dog sat back, before her, only a hint of his former arousal still peeking out of his fuzzy sheath. He stared at her for a minute or more as she tried in vain to collect her scattered thoughts, and then returned to her bed and seemed to fall instantly to sleep as he lay down again right where he had earlier. Darcy gathered herself up and joined him, and soon both were sleeping peacefully.

  The next morning Darcy awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated, but without the soreness in her loins that she had experienced before, and she began to suspect that she already had some idea of what the experience of mating with the dog would be like, as she was becoming convinced that her visions of the Lord rutting with her had been assisted by the large dog. Calling him a dog was obviously not a completely accurate term she realized and decided he needed a name. As she prepared the two of them breakfast, she pondered what to call him. Surely he already had a name, but she had no idea what it was.

  “If only you had another head I would call you Cerberus” she said jokingly.

  As if on cue the dog, which was standing broadside to her, extended his cock from his sheath slightly and looked at her with what she could only imagine was the canine equivalent of a smile. She couldn’t imagine that any normal animal could have deliberately made a joke, even one so juvenile, yet she knew this was no ordinary dog. For a while she was lost in thought, wondering just how intelligent the beast was. The intelligence in those amber eyes suggested that he knew more than she, and it was very difficult not to shiver when he looked at her expectantly as he was doing now.

  “What is it? Didn’t you get enough last night?” she said laughing.

  Cerberus walked around her, and stuck his cold nose deep into the cleft formed by the joining of her legs and ass. Before she could react to the sudden movement his long tongue darted out finding her sex and sliding between her folds. Darcy’s primitive brain took over, causing her to push her ass out and lean forward. She was aware that the motion indicated her willingness to submit to the beast, but she couldn’t stop herself and really didn’t want to. She realized even then that she needed to feel him filling her. He had been sent as a familiar, a creature that could aide her in her workings and provide her a companion that could anticipate her every need and she wanted to know if indeed he could.

  Without thinking it through further she pulled a low stool close placing it under her and grabbed onto the bar in front of her for support. Looking back over her shoulder she was surprised to see that the beast was as large now as a tiger, easy looking over her bent form. Usually he rose just past her knee, but now he was enormous, and she had a moments doubt, until his long hot tongue slid up into her body making her shake with unbelievable pleasure. She had never experienced anything of the like as the great be
asts tongue bored into her. She couldn’t breathe or think, all she could manage was to hold on and hope for the best as the great tongue plowed deeper into her wriggling like a great prehensile worm working into her very being.

  Darcy loved sex, and in her days had enjoyed some men and a few women that she thought were fantastic lovers, but none compared to this. She was howling like a beast herself, her heat rising and her willingness gone beyond simple obedience to the Lady. In only a moment she was become a beast in heat herself, and was screaming out her pleasure without thought or care for who might hear or witness this beastial coupling. She lost all sense of awareness for anything beyond the pleasure he gave. When it was over, she couldn’t have told whether she came once or a hundred times, but in the moment it felt as though she were experiencing an unending climax that only grew in intensity until she thought her mind might break and this was only the foreplay.

  When he finally mounted her, the beast did so with such force that she was nearly thrown forward despite having braced herself against the bar. Indeed she would have fallen in not for the great paws that wrapped her hips like bands of steel, pulling her back from the brink and impaling her in one fierce thrust upon the great beast’s rigid cock. The thick tapered shaft slid deep into her cunt without mercy making her groan at the painful insertion, and when it finally stopped Darcy was certain that she could feel its pointy tip buried deep in her belly.

  She had the briefest moment to collect herself and stabilize her weakened balance when the beast began to undulate its powerful hips in a flurry of movement so rapid that the eye could hardly follow. Darcy felt as though she were being taken by a jackhammer. It was painful but at the same time a warm feeling of bliss crept through her loins.

  The base of the beast’s giant cock began to swell, popping in and out of her widely stretched orifice, and she knew that soon she would be locked to him, his bitch willing or unwilling until he had finished with her. As it continued to swell, the rigid knot became more and more painful, but some part of Darcy welcomed the pain, for she knew that the Lord and Lady would not ask of her more than she could bear and in the end her pleasure would outweigh her pain.