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Since she was young girl, Katyusha had heard many stories of what lurked in the woods beyond her small village. Everything from beautiful forest maidens who seduced men into following them only to never be seen again to vile old hags who kidnapped naughty children to make into porridge. She remembered just how much those stories had scared her as a child, making her too terrified to ever take a single step into those woods.That’s why it had been such a shock when Katya had announced to her younger siblings, Ivan and Natalya, where her new home was located.
It had always been Katyusha’s dream to own her own farm; to live a simple yet honest life where she could raise a some livestock and harvest her own crops was one she had spent so long trying to achieve. But after many, many years of waiting and hoping her dreams had finally come true. An elderly couple living at the edge of the village had decided it was finally time to retire and with no children of their own to take over, they had come to Katya personally with an offer on their farm.
“We know how long you’ve been looking my dear, and there’s no one we’d trust more to show our old home the same love and care we did.” The old patriarch of the farm had explained when she first saw the place.
The farm itself was fairly small; consisting of a couple of chicken coops, pens, and a barn only big enough to house two stables. The house, on the other hand, was much bigger. It had clearly been made with a family in mind; besides the master bedroom were three spare rooms, two extra bathrooms, and a large, open space for both the living room and kitchen areas. Despite the property’s contradicting size, Katyusha was in love with the place. She saw it as a blank slate, a home she could grow into.
It was perfect-well, almost perfect.
She’d known the couple lived at the edge of their village, but they’d neglected to tell Katya they also lived right on the border of the dark, harrowing forest that had plagued her childhood. Katya had to push aside her childish fears; she’d waited far too long to give up on her dream now.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of my dear, the forest is here to keep you safe. As long as you treat every creature with love and kindness, you will always be protected.” Katya reflected back on the elderly matriarch’s comforting words as she looked out towards the dense trees she now called her neighbors.
The heavy snapping of branches nearly made Katya jump out of her skin, quickly trying to adjust her vision in hopes of catching a glimpse of whatever cause such a loud noise. She could hardly make out whatever was the source of the noise, with the exception oddly being a pair of antlers very similar to that of a moose’s. At first she thought it was a moose until she caught a glimpse at the silhouette; the creature was bipedal, if she had to guess somewhere close to six feet, maybe a few inches taller. Katya blinked, her thoughts swimming over what she’d just seen. Bipedal moose didn’t exist, did they?
A memory emerged from the pool of confusion; an off handed comment the elderly matriarch had made the day Katya moved in.
“Welcome home dear, we just know you’ll come to love it just as much as we did!” The elderly woman had said as she handed over the house keys, “Oh! And do look out for our dear Matthew. He’s shy, but he will come around as long as you feed and care for him.”
“So, that must be Matthew…” Katya muttered to herself, looking down at the basket of eggs wrapped around her arm.
Katya gripped at the handle of her baskets, taking a few deep breaths in and out, as she walked to the edge of the forest. With a shaking hand, she began to carefully place her eggs onto the forest ground, leaving behind a generous clutch.
“He-Hello Matthew….” Katya felt stupid, but continued to call out to the mysterious creature, “I’m-I’m going to be taking care of you from now on. I, um, hope you’re alright with eggs.”
Katya swiftly backed away from the woods, scrambled up the steps of her porch and just waited. She wasn’t sure exactly how much time had past but eventually, something did emerge to collect the eggs.
She wasn’t at all expecting the creature to looks so… human- he almost could have been mistaken for a twenty-something year old man, that is if it wasn’t for all of his animalistic features. Just as she’d believed, the creature, Matthew, stood upright at around six feet tall; a mop of shaggy, golden blonde hair covered his scalp, almost hiding hist pointed ears along with the base of his moose like antlers. Matthew slowly crouched forward, coming more into view as he began to scoop up the eggs. Katya was relieved to find him modest in a fairly tattered pair of trousers, no doubt given to him by the previous owners.
He picked one of the eggs up with his large hand, his sharp, claw like nails piercing its hard shell with ease. He examined the morsel momentarily before his mouth opened wide, showing off his large canines, as he ate the egg, shell and all. A slender tail that reminded Katya of a demon’s wagged from behind; clearly he was pleased with her offering.
Matthew looked towards the house, Katya letting out a soft gasp as she made eye contact with the beast. His eyes were a deep shade of violet, his pupils shaped just like a goats’ (a detail she would have completely missed if he hadn’t looked in her direction). The creature let out a low grunt, Katya almost feeling like Matthew was trying to thank her, before briskly retreating back into the forest.
Katya remained in place, trying to blinking away the astonishment of what she’d just seen. She eventually had to slap her cheeks, shocking herself back to reality. It was getting late and she had another early morning ahead of her.
She stared out at the the woods one last time, almost swearing she could see Matthew’s violet eyes staring back.
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It hadn’t taken Katyusha long to settle into her new routine. Every morning she arose at six in the morning, feeding her animals before making breakfast for herself. The rest of her day would usually be spent taking care of the various odd jobs it took to manage her little farm; everything from simple chores to going into town to sell her goods at market. But just like her mornings, her nights would end the same; leaving an offering of eggs at the edge of the forest for her mysterious new companion the former owners referred to as “Matthew”.
Matthew hadn’t shown himself to Katya since that first time she saw him; only offering blurred glimpses or audible noises to announce his presence. She occasionally would try to see if she could lure him out, either by leaving, instead of eggs, bits of meat she’d been unable to sell that were by then a day or two old or, if she was feeling brave, by waiting at the edge of the forest to see if Matthew would actually emerge while she still was there.
It was odd; Katya had always held the belief that if she ever actually saw a monster lurking in those woods, she would die from fright, but instead what she felt was a type of yearning; deeply saddened that Matthew continued to hide himself from her. But unbeknownst to Katya, her relationship with the timid beast was far more complicated than she could ever have imagine.
Katyusha seemed to be under the impression that all she was doing was fulfilling the request of the former residents; being the one to take up the mantle and make sure their beloved patron was cared for. But in the eyes of the beast, however, Katyusha’s actions were perceived in a much different light.
While the elderly couple before her did care for Matthew, their offerings had never been consistent and whatever they did give him were clearly their scraps; as if they saw him as some sort of pet. Katya, however, left him an offering of food every night and hers were good; the eggs were always fresh and the occasional bits of meat she did leave, despite being a day or so old, was still a vast improvement over the leftovers he’d been fed in the past.
It had taken Matthew some time to decipher just why, exactly, this human woman would be providing him with such delicious meals when she could be consuming them herself? That was when it dawned on him; this must be some sort of courting ritual. It was all starting to make sense now; Katyusha was of child bearing age, plus he’d never seen a mate come around the farm. She must have caught his scent the day she arrived and decided right then and there she wanted him as her mate.
Matthew watched Katyusha from the trees, disheartened by the somber look on her face as she was once again unsuccessful in catching a glimpse of her mate. Matthew let out a quiet whine; vowing to Katyusha that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.
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It was the middle of October when Katyusha finally saw Matthew in the flesh again. She had nearly dropped a bag of chicken feed, startled to find Matthew, clear as day, watching her from the spot where she normally left him food. He was crouched down, almost like he was trying to make himself small and inconspicuous. Those violet eyes stared at Katya with curiosity, trying to figure out what exactly she was going to do with the feed. Katya gently set the bag onto the ground, Matthew beginning to back away until she held a hand out, begging him to stop.
“It’s alright,” She whispered, her hand slowly reaching into the bag and pulling out a fistful of chicken feed, extending it out to him, “Here.”
His eyes flicked back and forth between Katya’s face and outstretched palm, uncertainty painted all over his uncanny face. She half expected him to turn tail back into the forest, only to be surprised when Matthew began to approach her. He was cautious in his approach, clearly prepared to make a run for it if she made any sudden movements. His nose brushed the tips of Katya’s fingers as he sniffed at the feed, his hot breath tickling her skin as he flared his nostrils.
Katya was shocked when Matthew extended one of his hands, beckoning for Katya to hand him the feed. She blushed, feeling embarrassed for expecting him to eat out of her hand like some animal, as she carefully poured the chicken feed into his large palm. Matthew wrapped his clawed fingers around the feed, bringing it to his face and gave it another sniff. Believing it to be an offering, Matthew opened his mouth, Katya getting a better look at his long canines, as he licked curiously at the feed in his hand. He immediately spit it out in disgust, Katya unable to help herself from laughing at his scrunched up face.
“I guess that means you don’t like it then, huh?” Katya continued to giggle, watching as Matthew’s ears twitched at the sweet jingling in her voice, “Don’t worry, I have some leftover cured meat in the barn, wait here.”
Katyusha propped the feed bag against the closest coop and headed for her barn, unaware Matthew had followed after her until the two were deep within the confined space. Katya had to suppress a yelp, not wanting to scare Matthew away, as she found him standing up right. His full height was now on display, Katya’s heart racing as it dawned on her just how small she truly was next to this man beast. A silent gasp escaped Katya’s lips as Matthew stretched one of his long, claw like hands out towards her, his fingers carefully taking ahold of her chin. He tipped her face upward, forcing her to make full eye contact with him, as he brushed his taloned thumb lightly across her lips.
“Kat…ya…” Matthew struggled over each syllable, but regardless, it left Katya dumbfounded.
“You…you can talk?” She asked in astonishment, Matthew’s violet eyes blinking at her in confusion.
“Kat…ya?” Matthew tried to say her name again, unsure of what she was looking for as an answer.
Oh, Katyusha realized immediately, Matthew doesn’t actually know how to speak, but he’s at least capable of learning.
“It’s alright Matthew, I can teach you,” Katya cooed, placing her hand gently over the clawed hand grasping her face, “We’ll find a way to communicate.”
“Kat…ya…” Matthew growled in response, seemingly as if he was pleased with Katya’s promise, as he released his hold on her chin so that he had both hands free to scoop Katya up.
Katya let out a sharp yelp she was thrown over Matthew’s shoulder, dangling briefly like a rag doll before gently being thrown down onto a stack of hay bales. Katya was frantic, desperately trying to piece together what was happening, but Matthew would deny her that luxury.
He was on top of her in an instant, his large, monstrous hands pining her to the straw mattress. Katya could hear her heart pulsing in her ears, trying to steady her laboring breaths as Matthew’s face lay only inches from hers. The reality of Matthew’s nature finally hit her as his mouth began to crack open, his sharp canines so dangerously close to her throat; he was feral, a predator, a mon-
A warm, wet appendage dragged across Katyusha’s face; it took moment for her fear and confusion to dissipate before she realized it was Matthew’s tongue. She caught glimpses of his tail wagging happily as he licked at her flushed cheeks.
“Kat…ya…” Matthew managed, nuzzling up against her so that she was coated in his scent.
Katya was relieved, relieved to know that Matthew didn’t see her as prey and had no intentions of making her his next meal, but that also left her with more questions. What, exactly, did he want with her if he didn’t see her as prey?
She wouldn’t have to wait long for the answer.
With one hand, Matthew grabbed the front of Katya’s sweater; tearing it from her body like it was made of thin paper. Katya cried out, trying to cover herself only for Matthew to pin her arms above her head with his other hand as he ripped away at the bridge of her bra; her full, heavy breasts spilling out in freedom. Katya whimpered as the cool autumn air hit her exposed breasts, her soft pink nipples hardening immediately.
Matthew let out a satisfied grunt, clearly very pleased with the size of Katyusha’s bosom, nestling his face between her bountiful tits. Katya gasped as she felt Matthew’s tongue licking at one of her perky teats before carefully taking it into his mouth. Katya tossed her head back and forth as Matthew suckled deliciously on her rosy bud, his canines gazing the tender peak ever so slightly.
Her womanhood responded almost immediately to the beast’s erotic touch; the scent of her arousal soaking her walls, wafting straight for Matthew’s nostrils. Matthew continued to suckle at Katya’s teat as he took a deep inhale, her instinctual desires titillating every one of his heighten senses. Matthew unlatched from Katya’s nipple, a string of spittle remaining a brief connection before rising from between her breasts. A shiver went down Katya’s spine as Matthew stared down at her, his violet eyes swirling with a lust filled hunger.
“Kat…ya…” He growled, his hands taking ahold of her legs.
Katya let out a low whimper as Matthew hoisted her legs upwards, pulling them just wide enough for the seam of her pants to strain so perfectly against her cunt. It was just the right outline needed for Matthew’s clawed nail to tear along, allowing the rest of his fingers to wiggle in and shred the remaining fabric to bits.
Matthew nuzzled his face between Katyusha’s legs, curious about the source of her intoxicating smell. Katya let out a meek whimper as his nose brushed her blonde bush, bringing his tongue to her heat and lapping at her fluids. The taste was nothing he’d ever experienced before; it was sweet, yet tangy. Intrigued by his new discovery, he continued to lap at her juices; Katya’s whimpers becoming stronger as Matthew tasted her. Being so close to the scent of her arousal only served to fuel his own lust, bringing the beast to the point where he could no longer ignore his instincts.
Katya whined when Matthew stopped suddenly, standing up straight as he finally went to remove his trousers. He made swift work of discarding his only article of clothing; only having to yank them down and step out, Katya’s eyes wandered to his exposed genitals, gasping at the sight of his cock. To say Matthew was large felt like an understatement; her stomach began to churl, anxious over if she’d actually be able to take him.
Matthew didn’t let Katya dwell on her anxieties for long as he regained hold of her legs, thrusting them above her head so he was allowed better access of her cunt. Katya whimpered as the beast pressed the tip of his penis against her opening, rubbing at her folds briefly before slowly pushing his massive girth inside. Katyusha’s threw her head back, a loud cry erupting from her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her velvet walls stretched painfully, frantically attempting to create additional room to accommodate for the unexpected size of its honored guest. The last of Matthew’s generous shaft slid between Katya’s soaking folds but, upon noticing her distress, halted himself in an act of mercy.
“Kat…ya?” Matthew let out a low whine; nuzzling and licking at her face in a desperate attempt to comfort his mate.
Katyusha looked up at Matthew, his horizontal irises looking back with deep concern. She rested a hand gently against the side of his face, her thumb making circles around his cheek, as she guided the beast’s lips to her own. Matthew seemed confused by this strange action, but allowed Katya to continue peppering his mouth in soft kisses. Eventually he pulled away from Katya’s mouth; Katya assuming at first he’d had enough until he buried his face into the crook of her neck. Katya mewled as Matthew’s lips dragged along her throat, trying to mimic her kisses, before trailing his lips downwards. His tongue lapped at the junction between her neck and shoulder, the only warning Katya would receive before his long canines sank into her fragile skin.
Katya didn’t recall feeling any pain; in all honesty it was the immediate shock that truly got to her. Katya remained frozen, her mind reeling as she tried to process what had just happened; had Matthew just…bitten her? But it was over just as quickly as it started; Matthew unhinging his jaw from her shoulder.
“Kat..ya…” He rubbed against the side of her neck, hoping to soothe any pain she may have felt, as his tongue lapped away her blood. Katya could only smile; her arms wrapping around the beast’s neck and slowly pulling his large, inhuman body closer towards her much smaller, and more fragile, form.
Her womanhood had long since adjusted to Matthew’s monstrous manhood; his cock twitching eagerly as the walls of her vagina hugged him tightly. Matthew didn’t wait for any kind of signal that she was ready; pulling his long shaft out to the tip before slamming right back into Katya’s throbbing pussy. Katyusha screamed, feeling like she was being split in two; her nails digging into Matthew’s back as the beast began his ruthless mating ritual.
It was clear Matthew had no intentions of being slow nor gentle; the wet, hot sounds of his hips pumping brutally against Katyusha’s echoed through the barn. He was in a truly feral state; the most animalistic sounds vibrating through Matthew’s chest as he snarled with a lustful hunger. His fat cock slammed repeatedly between her velvet walls, hellbent on fulfilling the wishes of his most primal instincts.
“KKaatt..yyaaaa…” Matthew growled deeply at her ear, his tail wrapping itself around her waist and taloned nails pricking the sides of her hips, keeping her secure during his feral pollination.
“Mm…Matthew-HA!-Matthew!” Katya’s voice sang out as the creature continued viciously thrusting his cock deeper into her dripping heat.
Her walls burned in blissful agony as she was forced to open wider for her inhuman lover, her eyes glazing over as Matthew’s penis began to strike her most sensitive spots. Matthew’s growls only grew louder; ramping up his already ruthless pace as his fat cock began to twitch. His knot was about ready to burst; straining painfully against Katya’s pulsing walls, desperate to flood her womb with his hot seed. The beast rolled his hips vigorously; a chorus of deafening cries ringing out from Katyusha as his aggressive thrusting finally pushed her over the edge.
“Matthew!~ I’m!~” Katya screamed, cool waters soaking Matthew’s swollen cock as she reached climax.
Katyusha was only allowed a moment of recovery before Matthew followed suit. Katya whimpered out when her feral lover’s knot finally burst; forcing her incredibly sore cunt to stretch wider than she knew was possible. Matthew, however, could only growl in satisfaction; buckets worth of cum spilling into her womb.
“Kat…ya…” Matthew purred, licking at Katya briefly before scooping her up once again.
“MATTHEW!” Katya yelped; legs dangling awkwardly due to his swollen knot plugging her up, heart racing as she wondered where Matthew could be taking her.
Not far it turned out; in fact, they didn’t even leave the barn. Matthew walked over to one of her two empty stables, carefully swinging the door open to reveal a nest of blankets assembled on the stable’s floor.
Katya blinked, the sight leaving her utterly speechless. How long had Matthew been living in her empty stables? Had he always been living here? It would make a bit of sense; that he’d consider this hIs home long before she had, plus it explained where he got all those blankets.
“You’ve been living in here?” She knew it was pointless asking, she was just struggling to wrap her head around the fact that she’d gone months without noticing that this beast was using her vacant stables as his den.
“Kat…ya…” Matthew nuzzled the side of Katyusha’s head; bringing her into his den so he could tend to his mate’s every needs as she began to recover from their feral lovemaking.
Matthew propped himself in an upright position, carefully adjusting the still knotted Katya so the she sat comfortably in his lap. He wrapped his long arms around her weary body; resting her head upon his bare chest, allowing Katya to listen to the soft flutters of the beast’s heartbeat.
Matthew’s inflated cock pulsed occasionally at the walls of Katyusha’s heat, a reminder that as soon as the knot holding them together softened it would be back to another round of vigorous breeding. She had no idea just how long he planned on breeding her; how long it would take until he had drained every last drop of his seed into her fertile womb, how long until her belly grew round and heavy with his brood.
"Kat…ya…” Matthew’s taloned fingers stroked her cropped blonde hair; the soft purrs vibrating through his chest aiding to lull her into a state of relaxation.
Katya’s eyes were beginning to feel heavy; she struggled to stay awake as Matthew hugged her small body closer to him. His broken voice continued to chant her name, those low, muffled purrs reverberating through his torso deafening every one of her intrusive thoughts. Katyusha surrendered to her exhaustion; eyes fluttering to a close as she drifted off to the gentle beating of Matthew’s heart.
It wouldn’t matter what happened to her in the next few hours, or the next nine months for that fact. All that mattered was that Matthew would be there, devoting every second to keeping his expecting mate safe and happy.