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Will had his first taste of the forbidden fruit when he was just a boy. So sickly and weak he could barely hold his head up as a strange bland stew was scooped into his mouth. His father had been so desperate to keep him well, desperate to keep a hold on the last piece of his missing wife. The winter had been so harsh, that the village barely noticed as people disappeared into the snow. Though as William grew, his father noticed that he wasn't growing like the other boys of the village. His eyes were dark, his teeth sharpened on the bones of his meals and his nails sharpened against the wooden walls of his bedroom. It was when the peak of antlers broke through his bloody skin that Graham knew he had to hide his son away.
Will growled through pointed fangs as his father slammed open the door, he lunged for the older man but was held back by the chain that attached to his wrist. "Calm down Boy, we have to go" He hissed quietly as he grabbed at the chain, keeping a good distance from the threatening maw. He pulled at the chain, though Will did not budge from his standing position. "Of course, they find out about you now, when you're being a bastard! Move or they'll kill us both" His father shouted, cursing as the chain slipped through his weak hands with merely a tug from William's hand. Will's pointed ears piqued as the sound of angry townspeople called out from the cobbled streets. He hissed as his father came close to him again, with practised ease shoving a makeshift muzzle over his snapping jaws.
"William come out right now! Bring the beast now or we'll burn him out" The hunting party yelled out from outside the cabin. Will's father turned to his uncaring son, his green eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Rage, anger, sadness. He looked down at the chain in his hands, following it to his son's blackened hands before he gazed out to the front door just as they began to bang against the clawed wood. William senior gave one last tug to the chain, trying to pull his son out from his bedroom before dropping the heavy metal. "Let them have you then you stubborn freak" He whisper shouted as he grabbed a satchel of items and slowly escaped through the backdoor as the front door slammed open.
Will cursed as the men came flooding in, his usually barred door open for all of them to see and his usual weaponry hindered by chains and muzzles. "Good gods, what is it" One of the men cursed out as he laid eyes on a blood-stained face and pointed antlers. Will hissed but did not lunge to the end of his chain, if he was careful, he could grab one of them. Though his plans were quickly foiled when several men came down upon him quickly and with a vicious hatred he had never conquered in his many hunts. They grabbed him by his antlers, throwing him down onto the hard dirt floor. His face was saved by the thick leather than covered his nose and mouth but a sharp pain exploded through his skull as a heavy boot landed on his skull. He growled as his vision began to fade, snapping weakly at the ankles of the men crowding him. "Do you think he'll do?" One of them asked but Will's mind faded out before he could hear the answer.
He woke up to more restraints than he was used to. Two iron bands clasped around his wrists, pulling him down to the stone he was kneeling on. He couldn't lean forward or backward as a chain attached to both the front and back of a steel collar kept him at the kneeling level. His knees ached from being against the rough uneven surface of the stone slab and his thighs felt weak as if they could not even hold him up if he could stand. He could feel a trickle of dried blood that stuck his chin to his neck and made his face feel tight. He breathed in the cool night air to steady his nerves as his darkened eyes flicked around his prison. He was far away from his birth village, he could tell by the smell of fresh fruits ripening on trees. His village was far too poor to indulge in such frivolities.
He growled at the aching of the trees, the whispering of the cool wind through the branches. He hissed deeply as a worrying chuckle was carried by the wind. "Well... This is different" A deep echoey voice whispered from within the thick woods. Will growled, bracing against the stone. His mouth still guarded by leather, if something was to attack him now, there was nothing he could do. He hissed as a dark tall figure emerged from the woods though his aggressive grumbling was stopped when he noticed the arching antlers that extended past the trees. Something dark and cold grabbed his heart and raked it down to his stomach. The almost burning cold caused him to whimper in pain as he rested back on his haunches. Starting up at the shadowy figure with a mix of fear... And excitement, swelling deep from within his stomach.
He caught another growl at his sternum as the black figure stepped closer, his long legs ended in sharp hooves that made almost no sound against the lush grass. Will wished he was kneeling on that instead of the cold sharp stone beneath him. "Intriguing". Will gasped as the being leaned down, solid white eyes staring at his face as a clawed hand tipped his chin up. "Young, too malnourished to tell if you're a runty Buck or a doe" The creature pulled his head from side to side, seemingly observing some hidden detail. Will lunged at the large hand, "Do not examine me!" He cursed out, his voice weak and chained by his beating. "Careful, I could always kill you before I decide what you are" The creature did not speak in anger, just mild amusement as he studied William.
"They've never sacrificed one of my own before, perhaps I was a bit harsh last winter" The being seemed to speak to himself as he weighed the chains in his hands. He leaned further into William's space as the metal seemed to bend between his fingers, the sound horrible. "If you are a doe, perhaps I'll let you stay in my woods, feast on villagers I bring to you. If you are truly a runt among Bucks, then it will be nice to chase something that could possibly keep up with me" He continued his monologue as he snapped each chain, finally pulling William up with the one that attached to the front of his collar. Will didn't try to run, but he did stare up into those empty eyes. "What if I outrun you?" He asked defiantly and struggled not to shrink back as a mouth of needle-sharp teeth grinned at him. "You won't".
Will growled as he was shoved into the thick trunk of a tree, his clawed hands finding purchase on the rough bark as he was further inspected. A sharp hoof kicked his legs apart, causing him to slide down a touch on the tree. Leaving behind parallel claw marks. "Stop it" He growled, intending to kick back at his captor but instead making himself even more unsteady. "Easy now young one, I just want to know what way I'm going to devour you tonight. I'm sure you'd like one over the other" The creature purred darkly as his much larger hand slid down William's spine, leaving light red marks where the tips of claws met pale skin. William panicked a bit when the creatures hands shifted the only piece of clothing he wore away, suddenly slick fingers prodding at him.
"What do you think you're doing- UGhnn" Will began to complain before a wave of euphoria washed over him, leaving droplets of electrifying excitement that ran down his spine and up his quickly hardening cock. "Huhn?" He weakly questioned as he rested his face against the rough bark of the tree, rocking against it with every push of the creature's hands. Despite the threat of danger from those dangerous claws, it felt right, the way Will knew that biting through the sinew and muscle of a throat was right. He mewled softly turning his head to look up at the beast that was giving him such pleasure. His expression was even, almost uncaring but the beast wore no clothes to hide his shame (If he had any) and his interest was obvious.
Will panted as he was further pushed against the tree, his bare chest and barely covered cock scratched by the roughness of the tree. Despite the sharp claw prodding at him, the rest of the beast's skin was velvety soft, like silk. Faintly he remembered this tale, the iron shackles, the stone in the woods, the man who had grown too tall with antlers that reached up to the moon. His father had once recounted the story of a local drunk who had once made his home in these valleys, who had lost a son to the sacrifice of the spring harvest. Things clicked together for him but not in full, he was supposed to be devoured. His smaller bones snapped and swallowed while his larger would remain as the pitiful evidence that he had once walked the earth. Instead he was-.
He moaned as another clawed finger carefully joined it's brethren. He rested his cheek against the tree, supported by an arch of his own antler as he slid a hand to the wrist of the hand that explored him. His touch was soft, his claws just gently resting on top of the Creature"s silken skin but it seemed to be the right move for the less experienced one. It moved closer, huffing air over Will's pointed ears as it examined his face. Will didn't look away. He stayed focused on the smoothness of his captors face, the way the dark skin made it nearly impossible to make out the shapes beneath it. The creature smiled slowly, his teeth as white as his eyes. "Doe then" He said in a slightly hushed voice, smirking as Will moaned into a particularly rough thrust of the large hand.
Will wasn't sure what the creature was talking about, he knew the words and their meanings but the way that echoes voice strung them together made little sense in his mind. Though Will was reluctant to complain or make this known, grinding his hips back into dangerous hands. His breath caught once more as his skin stung with the press of cold teeth to his feverish neck. William could've sworn time ran slower as he heard the sound of those jaws open around his shoulder, his neck was protected still by the collar but he could be bloodless in a moment still with the right bite. His eyes darted to the tree line, he could make it, he'd have to run like a bat out of hell but he could- If he wasn't so used to it, the sound of teeth crushing down on muscle and skin would've been disturbing. William turned his head. Even the smallest movement causing pain to ricochet down his body just as blood ran in to its down his spine.
He started at those cloudy eyes with betrayal in his own and was only answered with an echoey laugh. "Calm down young one, only a scratch" He said as if he hadn't swallowed a chunk of the man underneath him. His long black tongue crept out from his jagged teeth, laving over the wound marks with a certain devotion Will couldn't name. With it's movements, the pain disappeared. Only leaving a numb drum of pain that seemed to ignite a little with each frantic heartbeat. His creature chuckled deeply again as he hovered closer, his chest resting against the blood-wet surface of Wiliam's back. Will whimpered as pressure on his new wound increased but was shushed when a quick nip to the leather at the back of his head had his muzzle falling to the forest floor.
Will thought his first motion would be to turn around, grab whatever he could with his teeth and wait till the being was screaming in agony before rushing off but now... He swallowed to wet his throat and pressed back into the creature, it was an awkward sign of affection but Will wasn't exactly used to it, especially not with whatever this thing was. "Hannibal" The creature whispered, though it felt like it came from all around them. "My name is Hannibal" it spoke again, leaving Will's stomach in a knot. "I'm Willia- Agh!" His introduction was cut short as Hannibal's cock pierced him, he had been prepared but the fingers didn't exactly measure up to their master.
William gasped as he was filled, his mind growing hazy as he grabbed onto the tree with more ferocity to remain standing. Hannibal did not stop until he was fully seated within his prize, until the soft muscular behind was planted on his hollow hips. He grinned then, licking a stripe up Will's jaw as a reward for taking what was given. "Yes, My devoted spoke your name when you were given over to the forest" he chuckled as Will sighed either in contentment at being filled or at relief that Hannibal's cock was not endless as he had thought mere moments ago. "Devoted? Ughn, the villagers hate- monsters" Will spoke between sighs and gasps as the creature began to move it's hips. "Not when you drive every single nymph and gnome out" Hannibal responded, his clawed hands sliding down to find purchase on Will's hips. "You're a barn cat then" Will prodded, unsure if he should risk teasing the beast yet. "I've heard worse my dear".
Hannibal was as even with his thrusts as he was with his face and mannerisms. He held Will as firmly as possible as he filled him repeatedly with his length. Will had never felt so... Good. It was like the first time he had sunk his teeth into a still breathing man, instead of the cold dead pieces his father tossed into the room. This felt right. He moaned his affirmations to Hannibal who took them all, though most of the time was spent with the sounds of the forest and the obscene sound of their skin slapping against each other. Will whimpered with a need as his own hard cock leaked precome, neglected and heavy. " Hanni-bal" Will tried out the name on his tongue and was delighted with how it sounded.
"Yes?" The creature asked as he lowered his head into Will's neck, the contrast of cold metal against the gentle warmth of the velvety skin. It made the steel feel sharper against his neck. "Not much of a name for a spirit" He taunted breathlessly as a long tongue slid over the wounded flesh of his shoulder, lapping up the blackened blood. He felt the hot puffs of air as Hannibal chuckled, the sound melodic and charming as much as it was hinted with danger. Will gasped as he was roughly turned, though Hannibal's movements were fluid and smooth. There was something charming underneath the black skin and fierce white eyes. "I'm not much of a spirit" The creature whispered as his hips slammed against William.
Will whimpered as he felt pleasures that we're previously unknown to him, his only sense of stability coming from his claws in the bark of the tree and his legs wrapped loosely around Hannibal's thin waist. He growled when Hannibal's face came close. Baring his rather dull in comparison fangs to the elders sharp mouth. His growl was cut off once more when soft lips were pressed to his stubbled cheek, a confused whine replacing it as further kisses were pressed against his face until Hannibal grabbed his face to steady his chin. Will's body seemed to become pliant as their lips connected softly, too softly for beasts of their nature. His claws retracted from the rough surface of the tree, sliding around furred shoulders instead. Hannibal smiled into their kiss at the gesture, Will's feral behaviour softening before him.
It had been year's since Hannibal had seen another like him, even then, the creature he had met had only been recently corrupted. Just a wraith of a man with the tint of grey discolouring his eyes. He was a simple meal, his flavour as plain as boiled meat despite any additions. This one quaking beneath him however. Even from the small sample of blood he had licked from his still weeping wound, he could tell that this William was more delicious than anything that had ever passed his lips. Though he would be devouring William in a different way. His claws sunk into the sweet flesh of William's thighs as he thought of his doe wanting for him in the autumn, his body prepared for the Fawns they'd have.
He growled into the kiss then, a primal urge to rut filling his senses as William mewled and squirmed against him. He'd need to rip that collar from his pale neck soon. Though it carried symbols that represented him to the villagers, it still marked William to another. He snarled as William's body tightened around him, his cock leaking streams of precome as his body was explored. Hannibal clenched his teeth, grinding the sharp ends together as the knot at the base of his dick began to swell inside of his mate. It made each pull more difficult but the sweet way Will moaned made the need to shift his hips more than worth it.
Will cried out when the knot had fully swelled within him, Hannibal unable to move his hips away from Will. The pair were gasping against each other, sweat slicked skin pressing together as they came down from their combined highs. Hannibal rested his forehead on Will's, chuckling quietly as their antlers clacked together awkwardly. Will stifled a chuckle of his own as he tucked his head down to avoid becoming stuck in the larger branches of Hannibal's antlers. "I always thought sex such a chore, perhaps I was imagining it with the wrong kind of person" Will panted, resting his chin on the creature's shoulder. His cheek warmed by the dark fur around Hannibal's neck.
Hannibal chuffed as he readjusted his hands to hold Will up by the rear, allowing the reddened skin of his mate's back to meet cool night air. "Mm my doe, I very much agree". Will didn't exactly know what he meant in that moment, but he knew he felt safe, he knew he felt right.