The Beast's Virgin Offering (The Dark Forest of Forced Seduction)
offspring. He wanted to share the depths of his being,
his immortality, the force within him that was the closest
substitute for love that he could experience. Tonight would be the
test of her limits, of her submission, of her desire for him.
Michael would either have her or he would be forced to watch her
leave him forever.
    With those thoughts tearing at his brain he
extended his giant hand and gently untied the silk straps to her
dress, allowing it to drift softly to the ground. With a fingernail
he sliced through the straps of the camisole and watched it fall
from her body as well. Almost reverently he untied the ribbons
holding her panties to her hips and, like a magical breeze had
blown them away, they fell to the mossy ground.
    She stood before him steadily, her gaze
continuing on his face, without a tremble or shiver, and he was
pleased. He leaned in to her and sniffed her from her hair, down
her neck and completely over her exposed breasts and telltale erect
nipples. He heard her breathing as it became stronger and deeper;
he could hear the pounding in her chest announcing that her heart
was on fire with desire, lust, and anticipation for him. The one
thing his powerful nose did not pick up was the scent of fear.
Again, Michael felt both relieved and pleased. She truly was his,
at least at this moment.
    He scooped her up into his arms and carried
her as if she were a feather to the stone platform, where he laid
her upon the cold stone. Her body was illuminated by the light from
the torches and her hair fell around her face and shoulders like a
giant halo. He moved to her head and pulled her left arm above her
head binding it with hemp to the stake at the corner of the
platform. He repeated this with the right arm then moved to her
legs and bound them each at their respective corners. All the while
he worked Michael watched her eyes; he kept waiting for signs of
fear but she showed none, only acceptance.
    When Michael had secured her to his
satisfaction he once again leaned over her body with his powerful
nostrils and began to sniff her, from her perfectly formed feet to
the hot moist liquid that had overflowed her private entrance that
he had claimed as his own. He moved his nose so close to her
swollen, engorged labia that in an instant of uncontrolled need she
tried to raise her hips to meet his face but the attempt was in
vain. He would not allow it and her bindings kept her from him.
    When Michael had finished with the ritual of
preparation he stood at the foot of the altar, raised his enormous
arms toward the sky, threw his head back and howled at the stars
with the most vicious, primal, half scream half howl that had ever
escaped his body. When silence resumed, Cassey saw the brush around
the clearing begin to sway and figures that she could only identify
by red eyes at first, begin to approach her. She knew that she
should be afraid but she had no fear.
    Michael was there and for reasons that had
never been clear to her or made any rational sense, she completely
trusted him and never doubted that he would protect her from
anything and everything. He was the one who, if he said go and jump
off the Golden Gate Bridge, she would do it with no hesitation.
Somehow she knew that he would always do what was best for her and
she felt no need to ever question that.
    One by one the half beast half man creatures
crept from the brush until they were in full view of Cassey. They
moved in around her until she was completely encircled by them. She
could hear their animalistic snarls and groans and feel the hot
sticky air that seemed to accompany and announce their presence.
She heard mild and soft howls and yelps like a puppy anxiously
waiting to be petted by its master.
    She saw the thick saliva dripping like candle
wax from their jowls, and the fangs they exposed every time their
mouths opened for more sound or to swallow. They appeared to be
anxiously waiting for a signal or order of some kind so that they
could begin to

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