Horns and Heretics Ch. 02

"You're doing what?" Chiko asked in shock. It was the next morning and Tanu was saddling up to get on the road again, Chiko standing nearby.

"Can you imagine the power? Barely anyone holds that privilege in their blood anymore." Tanu retorted. Chiko looked dumbfounded; this petite half-elf girl claimed she was doing a ritual to summon the Horned God Elbruis in order to gain the boon of lycanthropy.

The only people who conjured creatures from Elbruis were battlemages and foolhardy magicians, not horny women. She guessed she had simply never considered the possibilities, as making deals with deities was regarded as extremely dangerous, for good reason.

"Sure, sure, I've heard all about it. Well, I need to come with you. To chaperone." Chiko stook up straight, showing her full height and build, pointedly flicking her tail.

Tanu laughed, "I've done worse than this, I don't need a chaperone. Don't mistake my size for incompetence."

With that, Tanu swung herself over and onto her horse, directed it toward the gate, and trotted off. Once she was outside on the road again, she guided the animal into a gallop, appreciating the wind carrying her hair back and the steady jolt of riding.

She'd found her steed in an abandoned farmstead, the only survivor of a dragon attack. She was impressed with the horse's strength and ability to be ridden, so she decided to keep it and name it Biddy. Her former horse, Nutmeg, tragically fell down a cliffside that Tanu was attempting to scale.

She was forced to slow down as she entered a wooded area, but soon reached the plains. Only an hour later and the Standing Stones rested before her. It was an ancient site, nicely hidden away by a few trees and some precarious boulders. This was the traditional ritual site for communing with Elbruis.

The morning was beautiful and crisp, the sky clear and blue. The moon tonight would be a marvel.

Tanu spent her day gathering wood to make a fire for food later, as well as sharpening her knife. She had inherited it from her grandma, who was a bit crazy herself; a chief for the hunter's guild in Bernard.

The knife was simple steel with a green leather handle, a single gemstone embedded on the hilt. Her grandma nor her parents knew what type it was. The blade was connected to a chain, meaning it was no ordinary weapon.

The way Tanu fought with it was not only sticking and stabbing, but throwing as well. She could tie the chain to her wrist and maneuver it like a flail. She learned those methods from her father, who in turn learned it from his mom, and so forth. It was a surprisingly efficient way to cut someone up quickly.

After erecting a basic camp, Tanu cut her hair short with a small, sharp knife. She was getting tired of how long it was getting and thought it may be more practical for future fights. Tanu then made her way through the woods tracking animals. Wolves, to be exact.

I'm not going to spend two gold pieces on a bunch of brittle wolf bones, watch me, she thought.

Tanu closed her eyes, focusing her energy. When she opened them, she beheld glowing green paw prints in the undergrowth. Detect Lifeform always did the trick, it was one of the first spells she ever learned.

She tracked the predator to a den, where four wolves layed around in the shade. One looked to be on the younger side, and the leader lay in a position allowing him to be wary of his surroundings.

Tanu took out her staff and cast a ball of red at one of the adults. The wolf became paralyzed. The other wolves quickly scrambled to their paws and ran away, not knowing their friend was unable to join them.

Tanu leapt out from the bushes and took out her knife, looking down at the poor canine. It looked terrified, all left alone.

With a simple stroke, the wolf lay dead, ready to be harvested for ritual parts and food for later that night. She hefted it onto her shoulder and slowly walked back to camp.

* * * * *

How long had it been since Tanu contacted the energy of the moon?

The field lay bathed in moonlight, grass swaying gently and the chattering of various night critters filled the air. The Standing Stones faced one another in a strange and ancient arrangement, forming a sort of circle that bent in on one side and branched out on another.

Each stone had a picture carved into it, representing the religion's representatives and symbols. One was the classic wolf, another a great bear, next to that one a shimmering fish, and more. Tanu remembered the significance of each one vividly from her readings as she traced one of the stones with a finger.

The most important aspect of it all was the overwhelming full moon above. It hung silently, yet felt like the eye of a cosmic being bearing down on the world; on the small green field where Tanu stood helpless before its gaze.

Tanu had already set up her ritual circle and arranged the materials. Lunar moth wings were set symmetrically to symbolize the consistency and beauty of the moon; deepwood bark lay on another corner to represent the life-giving trees of the forest; a bowl of spring water sat reflecting the sky above; and wolf bones, fresh and red-tinged, were formed to create a symbol that meant "wild and powerful." It was the most important part of the ritual.

Although prepared, traditional candles strewn about and athame in hand, Tanu felt her heart beat wildly in her chest. This night would be the moment she became more than anything she could have hoped, or it could be her introduction to the gravesite she might share with many others at the Stones.

A light sheet of sweat covered her skin yet did not calm the boiling in her blood. Tanu was ready to begin, and would not leave the ritual site the same person.

She opened her grimoire in the center of the circle among the Stones and began chanting, directing her athame along the line she had scrawled out in the dirt for her protective sphere. She continued to gesture and smoothly sheathed the magical tool as she did so, as a sign of respect for the deity she was summoning.

The night breeze slowly turned into wind, tussling Tanu's short hair. A distant howl could be heard in the distance. After a short time, another howl joined, and another, another...

Soon, a cacophony of growls, grunts, and howling filled the valley, reverberating off every surface and vibrating the once quiet air. Tanu fought to hold her nerve as her senses were overwhelmed.

A cone of green mist formed a column from the sky down to Tanu. A silhouette was at the end of it, vague and strangely shapeless. Despite no clouds in the sky, a streak of lightning stabbed at the moon above.

The silhouette slowly took form, showing a muscular humanoid figure with the head of a boar and large antlers. They were covered with a thin layer of fur and spots, and scales were also present along their spine and hands. The being was completely naked, showing both an erect penis and a vulva in between their legs. A long and curling tail swished elegantly about them.

Tanu could barely contain herself. This was it, Elbruis. The horned god of nature and the hunt. They were beautiful, yet indescribable. They had features of about every animal, seeming to be natural yet too abominable to believe. The horned god stood above and in front of her, waiting. Tanu could not speak.

"A brave soul enters my circle. Brave, or foolish?" Elbruis boomed. Their voice sounded like it was echoing underwater, "Speak, creature, for you stand before the land itself. Both the audience and I await your words with baited breath." They continued, doing a small hand flourish.

Was that sarcasm? Tanu wondered. It couldn't be. She supposed that deities were perfectly capable of jokes and exasperation, but was not actually prepared for it.

Additionally, what did they mean by "audience"? Tanu cautiously looked outside the circle. Green mist covered anything lurking nearby. She decided to try her voice.

"I, uh, ahem. Lord Elbruis, you may know why I am here at these stones. I seek power only you can offer. I am your humble servant, the druid Tanu." Blood rushed in her ears and yet she couldn't help but feel silly saying such honeyed words.

A laugh echoed throughout the area, "You do not mean your high and mighty words, creature. Even you know that much. Speak like a normal person and we may discuss this." Without waiting for a retort, Elbruis continued, "You seek the fabled blessing of lycanthropy, the ancient and blasphemous transformation of the soul and very form. Do you have any idea what you are pursuing?"

Tanu gulped, fighting the urge to cry. "I do, Elbruis. That is why I collected these items. Accept my offer of fealty and our deal may be struck." Howling surrounded the area now again, but Tanu could not figure out what was making it.

"Of course, I am a fair entity of bargains and trade... yes." The god paused thoughtfully. "If your small, pitiful flesh can survive my challenge, I will reward you accordingly. I'm sure you are intelligent enough to use your knowledge of beasts to assist you. I look forward to your beating heart or cold corpse: the choice is yours." They swung their tusked head toward the ragingly bright moon above, "Many have gathered; less have communed; few survive under my full moon."

With that, Elbruis's shape shifted and withered, shimmering away until it was no more. The green mist lifted just as soon as it had descended, and Tanu stood sweating in anticipation alone in her circle.

She was not alone.

Tanu looked around her as she unstrapped her staff from her back, trying not to freeze in fear. Large, furry creatures were stalking toward her, golden eyes glinting as they beheld their new prey. There were countless moving in on her, each one looking more shaggy and having sharper claws than the next.

Before Tanu could think of what to do that wasn't entirely unreasonable, one lunged forward. Howling filled the space inbetween the closing gap. Tanu ditched her staff and whipped out her knife, slashing the beast's nose. It seemed to be no more than a paper cut.

The werewolf undercut Tanu across the chest as it rose up in front of her, knocking her to the ground. It loomed over her, breath hot and musky against her face, saliva splattering across her already bloodied body.

Was this really the end? Maybe she wouldn't be the special person her grandmother wanted her to be, the one she had promised to be every day at her grave. Perhaps she was going to be another mangled body to feed the soil, just like everyone else in the books she had read.

Suddenly, something large and warm was felt against her leg. She dared to look down and saw a thick, penis. It was almost the size of her forearm.

Tanu gulped. She wondered if she would have preferred to die.

Slowly, the wet member slid against her, until the wolf violently shredded the rest of her tattered clothes off with his claws. The razor sharp nails could easily do major damage to Tanu's soft, delicate skin.

Soon the beast had lifted itself so that its large, full testicles hung over her face, and she got a full view of the rock hard cock. It glistened and jumped with every heartbeat, indicating the overwhelming arousal the creature felt, and was now a little bit longer than her forearm. He then positioned his dick in front of Tanu's mouth.

Before Tanu could protest, he shoved the enormous rod down her throat. She gagged as he pumped in and out of her, his large balls slapping against her chin and neck. She could taste the werewolf's musky, earthy precum seeping out of the cock, and something about it made her body tingle uncontrollably. Her nipples were hard against the night air, and her vulva filled with blood and she became incredibly hot, not just in the temperature way.

The wolf continued, panting as he moved desperately into her mouth. Before long, scalding hot semen was ejaculated deep down her throat, almost a direct deposit into her stomach. The cock throbbed as he unloaded for a full two minutes, and Tanu felt as if she would pass out.

The werewolf eventually pulled his limp dick out of her mouth and backed away. Tanu didn't have a chance to do so much as spit out jizz and gasp for breath before another shaggy beast jumped onto her. This one licked her stomach and breasts, lapping and sucking on her nipples. Tanu couldn't help but moan, the tingling and irresistible feeling from before pulsing throughout her body.

This time, the creature put one long claw against her neck and rubbed his sheathe next to her vulva. Tanu panicked. Would these animals be fine fucking her both dead and alive?

In desperation, she reached for his growing erection. It was soft and extremely hot. She massaged the thick member as the wolf panted harder and took a claw off of her, returning to lick her skin. She moved her hand up and down, feeling the cock swell and grow to its great length in her small hand. It dripped on her and she couldn't help but feel she wanted to lick and suck it like the other one.

In a swift motion, the beast moved forward and positioned his cock in front of her entrance. Tanu shivered and wondered if it would tear her in half. The oozing mass rubbed her up and down, and she suddenly didn't care. She wanted it inside her.

The werewolf granted her wish, sliding easily into her wetness. He grabbed her sides possessively, pushing his raging member deep inside her. She moaned loudly as it hit all the right spots with each thrust, reveling in the overflowing lust present in the air around them. The wolf pounded into her, over and over, his large and swelling balls slamming heavily against her ass.

Eventually, what felt like even more girth started to push into her. She realized he was going to knot her. With a groan from both of them, he filled her up entirely, shooting copious amounts of semen into her body. She bucked her hips, crazed, as contractions shook her body as well. The beast then forcefully pulled himself out with a pop, letting his seed flow out onto the ground. No wonder the vegetation grew so nicely here.

As expected, yet another creature took the last's place. This one was even bigger than the previous two, hairy and menacing. Tanu reached for his already raging erection, stroking it firmly. The beast growled as she massaged his balls and took his cock into her mouth, sucking vigorously and pumping with her hands as well.

What Tanu didn't expect was for another large member to poke at her rear end. Another werewolf had positioned itself at her asshole, ready to move in. Before she could stop it, he did just that, plunging in deeply before rhythmically thrusting into her. She already wanted his seed unloaded within her body as she moaned around the large dick she was deepthroating.

Soon the large wolf positioned himself underneath her, and Tanu realized he was planning on fucking her pussy as well, double penetrating her. He slammed into her pussy, aroused beyond thought from being blown, and soon Tanu was screaming as two beasts pounded away inside her.

Her hands were on the large one's chest, and she could feel the soft fur and smell the overwhelming scent of sex and animal. She orgasmed countless times, wave after wave, the sensations covering her entire body taking over her mind. Her moaning turned into its own type of howling as the werewolves gave a final thrust and both knotted her, emptying themselves deeper than ever before. Tanu felt full and heavy, yet her head was as high as the moon above.

The rampage of throbbing cocks and furry lovers went on until the light of dawn could be seen on the horizon line. Tanu lay barely conscious, exhausted and covered in fluids as the last of the wolves stalked back into the wild.

She barely noticed the green mist hovering around her as the horned god Elbruis descended, smiling.

He whispered, "Skin and clothing, bloodied and torn, yet through this you may transform." With that, Tanu fell into a deep slumber.