It was a nice night for a walk. The sweltering summer day gave way to a warm evening. Which was for the best, as Bella was wearing only her paper hospital gown with her ass hanging out the back.

She examined her wrist. The bleeding had stopped from where she removed the IV, leaving dried spots of blood that looked black in the moonlight. She would catch hell for this. The nurses wouldn’t be happy about her sneaking away. But in the dead of the night, she couldn’t sleep. She would rather be barefoot in the forest than surrounded by the sickness and gloom of the pre-op ward.

But even out here, she couldn’t escape what was growing inside her. The abnormality wrapped around her intestines. Another wave of nausea hit her, and she leaned against the tree. This probably wasn’t a good idea. The pain was bad, and since she couldn’t keep food down, her whole body felt weak. But she needed to feel normal. The outdoors was part of her. Bella was an activist; she spent her life devoted to nature. It felt wrong to be so far away.

She also felt horny. She always did, but there was an odd sense of stability in that. And scratching that itch had found her a lot of friends. An odd sort of family of deviants and perverts that bonded over a mutual love of fucking, only to find they all found emotional closeness and love in this sometimes messy tangle of friends. Bella missed them. They were only allowed to see her during the brief visiting hours. Silas had seemed especially low when he left.

Bella didn’t like being coddled and worried over. She liked attention, sure. But not pity. Silas looked at her like he was the one who was dying. She could tell he was worried, but there seemed to be something eating at his mind. Words he wanted to say that he choked back. And a strange determination in his eyes when he kissed her and told her she would be alright.

She crunched her small toes into the soil, and thought of him.

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It was an old ritual. One he had never done before. The Pagan traditions were passed down secretly within his family for untold generations. There were no words to it, for what he was doing was older than words.

There was fire and earth. Water and wind. Intention and… sacrifice. Such power had a cost, one that he was more than willing to pay for his beloved. She had pulled him from his darkest moments and taught him to love again. He needed Bella, and would give anything to save her from the filth in her belly that would take her away.

Silas set his intention deep in his mind. And he called upon the thing that dwells in the darkness. Many misunderstood the creature, thinking it evil. After all, it asked for such unsavory things. But there was no malice behind it. What it needed was as necessary to weave its magics as bricks are to build a house. First, it asked for a piece of his heart. He concentrated on Bella, filling his mind with her.

She was sweet, but kinky. Loving, but chaotic. Pure, yet filthy. It was important that his thoughts remained grounded in her reality, holding nothing back as he imagined her. This was important. It was easy to let the sickness warp his view, make her seem weaker or less feral than she truly was. There was certainly a desire to think her delicate. But this required pure and truthful thoughts.

That, and a little meat. Manifesting the dark thing meant it needed something to build on. To bridge the physical world with the in-between where the creature dwelled. “Bella.” He said her name. For her, he would endure anything. And with the garden shears he had used to prune the blackberry vines from invading his garden, he cut the pinky toe from his foot.

The blood spurted and the gaping wound hemorrhaged, but pain was fleeting. Something Silas could deal with, and far better than the agony of loss. There was a terrifying ripping sensation in his chest. A piece of his soul torn away was infused into the flesh offering.

Then dizziness. He fell to the ground and found himself in a strange dream. He met the darkness, embraced it. He let it wrap around and consume him.

And with a deep, husky new voice, he whispered her name.

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“Bella,” the voice passed like wind from the trees. Just a few days ago, such mysterious voices floating through the woods would have seemed frightening. But the revelation of her tumor had given her an odd relationship with fear. And there was something comforting and familiar with the way it spoke her name.

“Who’s out there? Do I have to go back?” It made sense to assume it was an orderly from the hospital. The nurses probably had found her bed empty during the nightly check-in and sent people out to search for her. It gave her a pang of guilt to think she was pulling them away from their job, away from the other patients.

“Bella.” The voice hadn’t moved. Curious. Who was it? Again, she was overcome by the odd sense of unrealized panic. She had a hard time knowing what she felt. It was an eerie disconnect from reality. Her mind and emotions disassociated from the world around her, like wandering toward a dream.

Had she fallen asleep in the woods? Or had she never left her bed?

Bella felt her bare feet crunching into the pine needles as she was drawn toward her name, enchanted by the voice. And it stirred something inside her. A longing, an ache. An indescribable carnal draw.

“Bella.” The voice caressed her ear. So close, the speaker must have been right behind her. She felt her skin tighten and goosebumps rose above her bald cunny. Her nipples stiffened and rubbed against the paper garment. And slowly she turned. A dizziness overtook her as a dark figure loomed. It was blurred; she couldn’t focus. And its hand reached for her. She closed her eyes, and the world went quiet.

Her heart raced. Everything felt still. There was no more wind on her skin, no more grass between her toes. No birds or insects filling the air with their ambient songs. Complete stillness. And what she saw when she opened her eyes confused her. There was no ground, at least not that she could see. She remained stationary, as though she was standing. But felt no weight on her feet. She floated in a void.

A soft glow of moonlight filled an infinite space before her, but there was no moon in the sky. No stars. No clouds. And before her, a massive stump of a tree. Flat and smooth on top, with a soft bed of moss on the top and vines growing along the sides. It was a familiar sight, and somewhere in the increasingly disjointed state of her mind, she remembered hiking with Silas.

It was a good memory. One that brought her comfort, even if it wasn’t a comfortable afternoon. He wasn’t gentle with her that day; he rarely was. His animalistic nature had always made her quite smitten. They had met while hiking, passing along the trail on a cloudy evening. It wasn’t long before he was fucking her hard against the stump. He had left her quite sore with deep bruises for days. After that, they made it a regular thing. Hiking together and not getting very far.

It was then that she looked down and realized her paper dress had grown darker where it lay against her crotch. Soaking up the juices trickling from her pussy.

Then she remembered the figure, the dark shadow that had brought her to this place. Her heart skipped, and she spun around. He was there. Right behind her. Surprise gripped her. How could something so large and close have been so quiet? She stumbled backward, landing on the stump. And then, she couldn’t take her blue eyes off the creature.

It was an amalgamation of wildlife. Standing bipedal with the general body structure of a man. Yet it had the thick fur and size of a grizzly bear. A great set of black, velvet antlers grew from its head and framed it like a crown. Feathers poked out of its fur all over its body, and finally the face was canine, wolf-like. And again it whispered her name. “Bella.”

She decided it must be a dream. This couldn’t be real. And the greatest evidence she had was the absence of terror. Despite the bulk of the beast, nearly twice the height of the petite woman while hunched over, she wasn’t intimidated. Its covering of dark feathers and fur didn’t feel foreign. It was inviting somehow. And she held out her hand to touch it.

He remained still, with his soulful green eyes never leaving her. She felt a sense of worship in the way it stared at her, like its entire existence began and ended for her sake. The back of its hand was a sea of textures, and she leaned closer. Compelled to touch it more. To feel its dark belly, press her face against its chest. It stood still; it didn’t seem to need to draw breath. But it was very much alive. She felt a bristle on the back of her neck as it guided her hand downward, lower and lower.

From the fur on its hips, a cock emerged. Large, red, and bulging. As if she had summoned it, sculpted what she wanted with her mind by her very need. Its short muzzle opened as she ran her hands over the wet, sticky dick. His large tongue hung out from between his ivory teeth. “Bella,” it whispered again. She realized the words didn’t come from his mouth. But his presence. When it said her name, she felt wrapped in it like a loving embrace.

Then it reached for her. Its large hand grabbed her by the arm as she stroked the red phallus. Its grip nearly encompassed her entire bicep. It lifted her into the air with ease and laid her on her back. Her knees bent over the end, and her hair dangled from the edge as the beast set her in place. And the vines began to move and twist of their own accord, binding her by her arms and legs, holding her in place.

It extended its hand and pointed one finger. A sharp, wicked claw extended. In the strange void, only the sound of Bella’s panting could be heard until it pressed the claw against her neck. She squeaked like a mouse when she felt it press into her skin, but it did not pierce. Oh, but it could have; she did not doubt that. It could have rent her skin from her bones in moments if it had wanted. But it was here for something else.

It dragged the nail from her neck and down. The sound of tearing paper filled Bella’s ears. Smooth, slow, and always scraping down her skin, till the razor nail grazed her bald mound above her moistened slit. It split her dress open, top to bottom. There were no rough edges or fraying. The cut was clean and precise as dragging scissors through wrapping paper.

Its tongue hung out and dripped onto Bella’s exposed chest. His hands now roving over her body. She squirmed under its touch. It made her body feel heated. She managed to find her voice, to ask it, “What are you?”

It stopped for one moment. Its green eyes stopped searching her body and looked deep into her eyes. “Bella.”

“Alright, then.” Bella giggled, her eyes drifting back to his bulging cock. “So you’ve stripped me. What now?” She was enjoying the surreal scene. The beast was beautiful in its own way. Monstrous and strong, brimming with primal power. It felt bigger than life, and all its intentions were focused on her.

It continued to touch. Running its claws down her skin. Poking and prodding. There was something almost medical about the way it studied her. And it frequently seemed… distracted. Beyond the impersonal examination, its gaze lingered on her tight tits. Squeezing and pinching, it seemed to enjoy rolling her nipples around his fingers while she moaned graciously.

“Mean ol’ tease.” She looked again into its eyes. The same color as Silas’s. Was this dream of him? It had to be; every part of this great beast felt like him in a way she couldn’t put into words. It was the way it exalted her with every touch. The forced restraint giving way to a hunger he would need to feed. She liked the effect she had on Silas; it made her feel so pretty when he lost control.

It grabbed her by the waist and leaned over. It was trembling. Whatever Silas was doing, he was working hard to fight against his base desires. His large jaws opened and his teeth pressed into her neck. The massive tongue licked and tasted her. His large black nose wrinkled as he inhaled her scent, exploring her body in every way it could. Tasting and sniffing, head to toe.

Finally, Silas put his nose into her belly. He inhaled deeply and growled. Oh, it was a frightening growl. But somehow she knew it wasn’t for her. Bella understood the rage in the beast was directed at the growth inside. His fur and feathers bristled. He hated it. And she whimpered to him, “Help me.”

The beast nodded. And she watched as a second red cock emerged, right above the other that shone in the pale blue light. Nearly identical, just as hard, just as hungry. “Bella.”

The vines shifted with his will, allowing him to move her. To place her upon the stump. On her knees, her hands pulled forward, forcing her back to arch and leaving her fit ass high in the air. She felt his claws push between her crack. She could have made it easier for him; it was within her capability to loosen herself. But she didn’t. She wanted the beast to work for his meal.

She fought it, trying her best to see what sort of resistance she could put up. It turned out to be none at all. He spread her wide and lowered his face. His lapping tongue sloppily licked her asshole. She squealed as she felt her legs grow wet from his saliva and her drooling cunt. Bella struggled against the vines, finding them as unyielding as any chain.

“Bad dog! N-no one said you could do that.” Her voice was playfully evocative. She bounced her bum and panted. And as he plunged the slimy tongue deep inside her anus, it lashed like a flailing tentacle. Bulging and whipping. Getting wider. Stretching her. Preparing her to accept his crimson staff.

“Bella.” Her name, even with his mouth engaged, echoed through her mind. The lack of any noise other than hers and what was being done to her made the wet licking and her moans seem deafening. Her cheeks turned red as pleasured whimpers were drawn as he tasted her from the inside. And finally, a cry of longing as his long tongue withdrew.

She felt the vines twist and tighten. Her knees pressed into the stump. She tried to thrash against her bindings, but found them unyielding. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. The strange feeling of the monster aligning his doubled cocks to her primed holes was overwhelming. “Silas,” she said softly. He stopped, waiting on her word like it was divinity itself. “You know how I like it.”

It growled. And she felt herself penetrated. A scream was torn from her lungs as his plunged cocks filled her cunt and ass in one thrust. He had slammed his great weight against her. She wouldn’t have been able to endure it on her own. She would have fallen flat beneath him, if not for the iron-like vines holding her in place.

Silas fucked with strength and intent, but never with mercy. The intrusion had filled her body with an explosive assault of pain and pleasure. Bella’s toes splayed out, and her fingers dug into the moss. Her head spun, and she considered begging him to stop. She was so glad she didn’t. And besides, she’s not sure he could.

The beast leaned back, his cocks barely budged. Bella felt a pulling inside her. The thick bulge in the cocks had swelled upon his entry. The knots were set inside her. He leaned back further, and she felt pressure building most unnaturally. “Mmmm, mmmm, that… that hurts.” She felt the tears welling in her eyes. “Keep going.”

The monster obeyed. Silas slammed himself hard against her again. The ripple of his impact spread across her skin in a way that would almost have tickled if it weren’t for the otherwise distractingly rough butt fucking she received. He wasn’t in a rush. Silas never was. He enjoyed using her, and never wished it to end. Savoring the demeaning grunts that were forced out her mouth with every pounding assault on her holes. And amongst Bella’s cries, he found the perfect pace.

It gripped her hair and pulled. Each shriek from her lips was gratitude, and he gifted her with an orgasmic storm brewing. Her eyes rolled back as she teetered on the edge, pushed over by the sudden gush of hot cum filling her cunt. She began to giggle. Bella had just assumed the cocks to erupt together. The sloshing in her cunt as he continued to fuck her was divine, and the scream in her throat distilled down. And out came the most adorable squeak.

She often squeaked when she came. Silas often told her she was a good little rabbit when he fucked the adorable chirps of pleasure from her petite body. The monster leaned and let his weight sink his cocks deep. Bella shuddered with pleasure. His large hand pet her head, a brief moment of gentleness. “Bella.” And her ass felt like it would burst under the pressure of the load his spasming knot pumped deep inside her.

Bella reached back and wrapped her hand around two of his fingers on the back of her head. And she worked the words out between her gasps. “Th-thank you, S-Silas. Enough foreplay, don’t h-hold b-back.”

The vines loosened, and he pulled her back. The beast sat on the log and made her feel so little in his lap. So tiny. So helpless. His claws stretched and wrapped around her torso. Rough fingers pressed into her pert nipples as she felt the air being squeezed out of her. And then he bounced her, his ravenous double dicks pushing upward as she found herself impaled up the beast again and again. She felt like a rag doll being used for the pleasures of the great monster.

And an unnatural thought occurred to her. She was full of cum, filled to the brim. But it barely leaked out. The knot had sealed her tight. Her holes were becoming a foaming cauldron. The vile brew built up in her. The orgasms rolled together. His. Hers. A helter-skelter jumble of his cocks and her cunt firing off, and the pressure inside built uncomfortably. The cum felt like it was pushing up through her. Filling her petite frame.

Her body dripped with sweat. She was crying. Gobs of tears fell down her face. Drool and snot dripped. She was beyond caring, fucked into a stupefying emptiness. Both a slave to Silas, and his Goddess. The fullness of the cum felt like it was working upward. And suddenly a wave of nausea overtook her.

“Can’t… can’t…” She wanted to beg him to stop. Or did she want him to keep going, even if it killed her? Never had she been ravaged with such loving savagery. Never used with such malicious worship. Whatever he was doing to her, it felt like she was being scraped from the inside. Like she was being hollowed out to make room for his thick, viscous seed.

The orgasms flowed together, now far too fuck drunk to figure out when one climax stopped and the other began. But the largest yet was building. Her insides churned. Her arms pinned against her body as she pressed her trembling finger against her clit. Her humanity was gone, no more words. No more shame. He had made her like himself, a beast that lived for fucking.

And her head swam, and she felt like she was outside of her body and everywhere all at once as the beast rolled her onto her stomach. His massive weight jammed the twin fuck sticks inside her. She felt sick. She felt alive. It was bliss. It was hell. She felt….

No. No more words. No more words left to describe it.

Silas grabbed her by the hair and held her head up, her face looking down into the void over the stump. His knees set around her sides. And the way he thrust into her. Bella felt like she was being broken. Like mountains collapsing and the earth falling into the sea. And her mouth opened, and a terrible gurgling from down her throat. And with another thrust she felt him cum and a vile black liquid was coughed out her mouth and nose.

And she knew. Bella didn’t know how she understood, but she did. Her tumor. Another thrust and more came out. It dripped down into the void below. What he was doing to her… for her… this was medicine. Good medicine. The beast fucked the wretched tumor from her soft flesh, and it collected into a mass underneath her face. And finally, with the last thrust, the beast whispered, “Bella.”

The gratification was torture. Her mind couldn’t handle it. And she went limp. Her eyes closed. The hateful sickness dripped out of her face. And she felt Silas fuck every bit of disease from her.

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Bella didn’t know when she passed out. But she had a strange vision. A dream within her dream. The black mass she had thrown up floated before her, and took shape. A totem. Bear. Crow. Stag. Wolf. It was beautiful. Like obsidian. She reached to touch it, and she suddenly felt the flesh around her ankle burn.

She woke up in her hospital bed. Bella was dirty and naked. Bruised, savagely so. But Bella insisted nothing had happened to her. They had watched the security footage later, finding where she had snuck away but never seeing her return. Not until she was found dirty and dehydrated. The doctors had worried about aggravating her condition and ran her tests again.

But the results befuddled them. The tumor was gone.

Bella had become quite the center of conversation in the hospital. There were theories. Finger-pointing and blaming of botched scans and mixed-up test results. Though no one could quite piece together the puzzle. But Bella knew. She knew what had been done to her, how Silas’s medicine had cured her.

And on her ankle was the proof. A black tattoo where she felt the burning in her dream. The four beasts from the totem, connected by vine and lace. And she knew it was powerful magic. Protection. And she would never be sick again.

The doctors wanted to study her, but she had had enough of this place. Bella was soon discharged and refused any further tests. Silas hadn’t visited her, but she knew he would be waiting. She went to his cabin and knocked on the door. He smiled at her, walking with a curious limp. Bella jumped into his arms and kissed him. He nearly fell over.

“Sorry, feeling a little weak.” He smiled, and Bella suddenly grew concerned. She realized what he had done. The medicine wasn’t free. Silas had paid dearly for it.

“Silas…” She helped him get to his chair. He sat down carefully, and she sat on his lap, letting him hold her as she kissed him gratefully.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll be better soon. Though I won’t be up for the rough stuff for a few weeks. I’ll need to recover.”

Bella looked at him; he seemed older. Worn. “Silas… what have you done?”

He kissed her and took a heavy sigh. “Don’t worry. I just gave up a few years.” There was horror and guilt on her face. He tutted and pulled her closer, kissing her and comforting her. “None of that now, little rabbit. What’s a few years between friends? And besides, I wouldn’t want to live them without you.”

She nuzzled close. “Thank you, Silas.”

“You’re welcome, little one.” And she felt a stirring under her bum.

She giggled. Same old Silas. She dropped to her knees and licked her lips. It was time to thank him properly for her treatment. And thanks to Silas, she had plenty of time.