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A Study of Connections

Part 10

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon

"Alright...then take it...bitch."

_Bitch.

Bitch.

Bitch.

Bitch._

The word echoed through her mind again and again, and her dog cunt clenched hard at the term. It shouldn't have, it was just a word, after all, but there was something to it that made her shiver from head to toe. She curled them into the dirt, feeling the mud starting to form between her toes from how much she was dripping, and then -

Smack!

The sudden slam of his hips against her ass cheeks, the squelch of his cock going into her asshole, opening it up and filling it with his cock slime. There was nothing of her there, nothing of her juices, nothing to slow it down or speed it up or make it something wet and wild with her excitement. No, this was purely down to his lust, his power, his rutting need, and she could feel his pre-cum spreading through her guts already, sliming her up and filling her to the brim with his excitement. She shivered, gritting her teeth and gripping the tree that much harder in an attempt to keep herself grounded.

The vision was in her head again, of her submitting to Vakrozad and allowing him to use her ass. They weren't in the temple, though, not where they were supposed to be for that vision. Maybe that would mean that the rest of it wouldn't be true, either? That she wouldn't fall?

A slow pulling back followed by another hard thrust. She gasped, feeling him already starting to pull back as she leaned against the tree, gasping, not quite whimpering, but moaning, needing him again.

Thrust.

Thrust.

THRUST!

The last one left her moaning out loud, his balls slapping against her pussy, almost like this position was meant to punish her for not giving him access to that hole. She almost wanted the anal to hurt, but there was something to it that didn't matter. She could feel the friction pain that came from getting fucked in that hole, the need to take it further, the need to want to stop. There were so many conflicting sensations, but above it all -

Smack!

Another hard thrust, another hard hit of his hips against her ass. She could feel his cock burying itself, rooting through her inners in a way that felt so wrong and so right at the same time. The insides of her hole were stretching, the inner walls pushed apart by the sheer size of his cock as it went closer and closer to the base. The animalistic sheath kissed her pucker again and again every time that he hilted with her, and she gasped, moaned, shivered.

Soon, her cheek was pressed against the tree, too, her legs shivering and shaking. If it wasn't for the tree to support her and his hands on her hips, she would have lost herself completely, falling to the ground and spasming in bliss and need. As it was, she was barely keeping herself conscious.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making her moan, soon making her squirt with little jets of pleasure onto the ground. Was she standing on dirt anymore? No, mud, mud that was squelching between her toes, that was reminding her of the earthy pleasure she was getting from this.

"Bitch...you...mmmph...your ass..."

Vakrozad was beyond words at that point, and she knew that he'd be like that for a while, somehow. There was something in the bestial tone that was familiar, something about his grunts that reminded him of the wild dogs that she had taken up to that point, and the tamed ones too. She panted, trying and failing to calm herself.

No, she needed more.

She pushed back, instead, clenching down on his cock, pulling it deeper, feeling him grinding in against her. His tip was oozing like mad, his balls so hot against her pussy as he held himself hilted again.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

Hazel had never in her life felt like this. It was like all the rutting urges of the Arcanamirium times and the need of the ritual had been combined together, giving her a desperate, heated need that would not be met without the aid of another. She could fool that to an extent, but...fuck...fuck...

She gripped the pendant out of habit, and the intoxicating feeling of pleasure mixed with the submission and drunken feelings that it had given her. She moaned out loud, slowly turning, lifting her leg so that she was standing on one foot and resting her heel on the hobgoblin's shoulder.

Lewd...so...lewd...

Her posture meant that she had her dog pussy completely on display, showing off the puffy folds between her legs, the dark flesh a marked departure from the rest of her flesh. It was darker than any other part of her body, and wetter, and shinier. It had flooded with blood the way that a cock might have done, but due to the bestial nature, it shone with need, puffed out and needy.

Vakrozad looked at it, and then at her...

And then he slapped it.

Not hard, but enough to make her gasp. The impact made her tighten up on him, and he growled, almost feral with his own need as he slapped her again, making the puffy, hot flesh bounce too.

"You'll give me that...one day...you'll let me have that."

The vision popped into her head again, of her on her back, of her puffy spade of a sex pushed out on display, allowing Vakrozad to sink his cock into it. The vision said that she would betray her oaths, that she would give herself to the hobgoblin, that she would turn her back on everything else that she had.

As she gripped the pendant, that only made her feel better, hotter, hornier, like she was some slutty bitch that needed to be leashed and collared to be controlled for her own good.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

They couldn't speak further, only panting, moaning as they rutted. She took it like a good little slut, she knew. She took his cock all the way, again and again and again, feeling her pucker stretch and open up in a way that it never was supposed to. In, out, in, out, in, out, feeling the hot, thick part at the base slamming into her and holding her wide, then sliding out and leaving just the slender tip that oozed so much inside of her.

Slime, wetness, warmth oozed from her hole, running down her leg as she was fucked, leaving her marked. In, out, in, out, the foot still on the ground sliding through the mud, her toes buried in it, her heel sinking in.

"Ah...ah...Va...Vakrozad..."

"I'm gonna...gonna mark you...bitch!"

And as he said that word again, she came. She came from a cock in her ass, and the feeling of becoming something so low, something so needy, and slutty, and uncontrolled.

She came at the thought of being a good bitch.

Hazel screamed in pleasure, arching her back, her pussy squirting through the air and the thick juices landing on the ground. She could feel the heat of it, feel something off about it, and she wondered, briefly, if there was something corrupt about her that was spreading through her needy fluids. Was she like Vitus, in that it could affect others?

And then, Vakrozad came.

The sudden hot, wet feeling running through her ass was so distracting that it blasted all other thoughts out of her head. She gasped, her eyes going wide, her nipples hardening under the dress. Every spurt was its own kind of pleasure, its own distinct feeling compared to the others that came before and after. She shivered, feeling each one squirting, grinding, rubbing, soaking into her depths.

"Ah...ah..."

She panted for breath, sucking it in whenever she could, only to huff it out when Vakrozad ground into her like a wild boar, rubbing his cock in deeper, pushing his seed further into her, as if he could breed her through her ass.

Considering how he was still cumming, maybe he could.

He held her against the tree, keeping her leg in the air for the whole time, and he kept cumming. One minute passed, then two, and she could feel her belly bulging from just how much she had taken. The feeling was intense, and the stretch likewise. It was like...like a boar cumming in her, going on, and on, and on.

By the time it finally slackened off, three minutes in, she felt like she had become pregnant if only from the weight that she carried in her guts, now. She pressed down on her stomach and immediately regretted it, groaning under her breath.

"Heh, a lot?" Vakrozad asked.

"Mmmph...your dick...has to be swimming in it..."

"It is."

"How much..."

"Were-boar. We cum a lot."

"Mmmph...going to need...a spell..."

"Don't worry. It's not going to affect you. Melchiresa's touch will keep you from being turned."

"I don't want to risk it."

"Fair enough. It won't, though."

She shook her head, but she was too tired to argue. Instead, she slowly lowered her foot back to the mud, shivering as it squelched beneath her soles. There was something dirty, something naughty about that, and it spoke to her in a wild way.

Of course, then she had the other distraction of Vakrozad pulling out of her and the sudden flood that followed.

"Nnngh!"

She gritted her teeth as the fleshy plug that kept all that seed inside of her suddenly came loose, sending most of it to the forest floor. It was a sudden flood, white and thick and heavy, and it came out in waves. She felt it rippling her hole, making it flutter and open and close, and she bit her lips at the weird, erotic feeling of that.

Vakrozad reached around, pressing down on her swollen stomach, and she bit her lips as he squeezed more of it out. There were a few embarrassing moments when air passed before more seed did, but there was so much wet inside of her that it all came free with ease.

When she was standing in a puddle of his cum, soaking her legs and soles that much further, the hobgoblin rubbed her back and knelt behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just finishing the clean-up."

"What? But that's - ah...ah!"

Once more, her fingers sunk into the bark, her cheeks burning as she realized what he was doing. Dragging his tongue up and down her cum-marked pucker, dragging the last of the seed out of her ass. His tongue dove deep, going further than she thought that it could, and it curled against places that his cock had barely touched.

Oh gods...oh gods...

She bit her tongue, whimpering as her cheeks went red. She was sure that there wasn't another soul on earth that would put their tongue there, particularly after doing what they did. Oh, gods, oh gods, that felt weird.

...But good.

She shivered as he worked it in and out of her for a few minutes before finally getting to his feet. Almost collapsing against the tree, she looked back at him. He wasn't even ashamed, merely wiping his face clean on his forearm.

"That should about do it," he said.

"Mmmph...that was...rough..."

Rough, brutal, bestial...and good enough to leave her feeling less heated than she had for a few days. Getting laid was much better than fingering herself to get rid of the worst of the heat, just as she knew it would be, but she wished that she could have done it in a different way. She let go of the pendant, and all the things that she had been thinking came rushing back to her, from the shame - yes, shame - of doing that with a hobgoblin to remembering what she had been trying to do and realizing how badly she had failed.

It was enough to take the happy, post-sex smile off her face, and enough to make Vakrozad sigh.

"It wasn't the right time, was it?" he asked.

"No. We...we shouldn't have done that."

"Damn."

"It's not...I let you."

She sighed, then groaned.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Just...a lot of that stuff...a lot of your...stuff...still in me."

"Oh."

"Yes. I...I need a little privacy."

"Do you want me to -"

"No. No. You...you just go back to camp. I should spend the night at the temple, anyway."

"..."

"Please. I need space to think, Vakrozad."

"Alright. I'll...I'll let you be."

She could tell that she'd hurt him to an extent, but what was new there? She seemed to be hurting just about everyone at the moment.

As the hobgoblin left, she felt her guts complain again. No surprise, either. That much...stuff...probably served almost as much as an enema as a marking tool. She shook her head as she walked around the tree, pulling up the front and back of her dress. With all the slimy feelings in her depths, she had a feeling that she'd be here for a while.

Get all that out, then take a bath in the river, and then get back to the temple...

She had a feeling that the last one was going to be the most difficult. With how she was dressed, how barefoot she was...and how good that was starting to feel...she had a feeling that she'd face a number of...distractions.

Sleeping through the night in her own bed rather than in the hobgoblin camp was a good start of the day. She felt more rested than she had for the past couple of nights, and tried to tell herself that it was due to a good night's rest rather than getting laid. Hazel wasn't sure if she believed that, but she tried to pretend that she did.

Getting out of bed, however, she could see that the bath hadn't washed away everything from the night before. The looking glass that was twisted between different branches showed her that her feet were still marked with the brown and dead-green of the forest floor, and as she got up and turned around, she could see that her asshole was still a bit stretched, too. She was surprised that it didn't hurt, but as she held the cheeks apart, she could see that the hole gaped on its own, and that the rim was a bit puffy, rounded. Not quite red, but...darkened, she supposed, compared to the rest of her skin.

She looked down at her dog pussy again, blushing as she realized that there was a similar shade down there.

Is that...no, the corruption's not spreading. It wouldn't...would it?

Oh, she needed to talk to Tristan and baaaaaad. If it was going further, then she needed to get it contained, and soon.

But first...she had a meeting.

Sister Oakhoof...oh, I really hope I don't do anything stupid this time...

She didn't remember the other meetings so well, but she knew that she had to have done something stupid the last time to get the books on Primal Points moved from the library to the Vault. There was no way that was just circumstantial or coincidental. She didn't remember what she'd said last time, but she knew that it had bitten her in the ass.

Be smarter this time. Be. Smarter.

Hazel pulled the dress off the branches that it hung on, sliding herself into it. It was going to be at least a few days before she was allowed to have her normal clothes back, and she knew she needed to get used to showing off her body.

At least, enough to not glow as bright red as the dress while wearing it.

Shuffling her feet a bit as she got used to the way that it lifted her breasts and the way that it teased her ass, Hazel took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. She really did look like one of the streetwalkers of Absalom in this thing, showing off her breasts to the point where the nipples almost popped free - and the little dark flesh around the nipples was definitely visible - and where the dress didn't do anything to hide her hips. All it would take was one person lifting the front of the dress, or a bit of wind coming from the wrong direction, and everyone would see her corruption and transformation down there.

She would have to be very careful while walking. It was just a good thing that there were no transparent floors between the different layers of the temple.

Hazel left her room, the half-elf doing her best to walk with confidence rather than with shyness. She managed to get out of her chambers, walked up to the stairs further along the corridor, and she made her way to the bathing rooms without much difficulty. She drew the eyes of the novices that weren't aware of her situation, and more than one young man followed her with his eyes and tried to lean down to look under her skirt, but she kept that to a minimum.

It was the feeling of walking barefoot through the temple that bothered her, however. It felt like she was tracking filth through it. Even though she'd cleaned herself, even though she'd washed the seed off of her feet, hell, even though Erastil was a lord of the wilds as much as anything else, she still felt...unclean. When even the lowest farmer at least came to the temple in sandals rather than barefoot, she felt like she was being made to be the lowest of the low, unworthy of even being there.

That, combined with her naughty dress, almost made her feel like some sort of whore again, and she shivered at the sensation. That should be a feeling of shame, not a feeling of excitement.

As ever, Aster Oakhoof was waiting for her in the bath, and this time, the elf was waiting with a bit of a smile on her face. The antlers that stuck out of the top of her head were laden with little towels and other, smaller things, and it looked almost...silly.

Almost.

"Sister," Hazel said, bowing her head.

"Sister," Aster said.

She stripped out of her dress, something that was becoming easier and easier around the other, older woman. The elf watched her the whole time, not with the lustful stares of the men or the condemning looks that she had started to grow accustomed to from the older priests, but rather as a way of studying her. She didn't linger, but she didn't hurry, either. Hazel had almost grown...comfortable...with that.

As the water embraced her, Aster offered her hands. Hazel obediently extended one leg, biting her lip as she tried to brace herself for what was coming.

It was futile, as per usual. The sudden pressure on the bottom of her sole sent her into a moaning fit, leaning her head back and letting out a deep sigh of pleasure and relief.

"Oh goooooooods, why does that feel so good?" she groaned.

"Because I know what I'm doing."

"Mmmph...better than anyone else...apparently."

"It helps to have experience. Now. What has happened lately, hmm? I hear that you are in trouble, and that dress rather confirms it."

"It...was a stupid mistake."

"I'm sure. But do tell me."

No. No, she shouldn't do that. She shook her head, trying to ignore it, but the elf's thumbs jabbed into her sole again, making her groan. Each little rub was easing some of the tension and shame and...and doing something else, too. Making it hard to think, making her feel a bit more excited. Her legs spread almost despite themselves, allowing the hot water the chance to reach her sex again.

"Mmmph...mmmmm..."

"You can relax around me. You know that."

"I...know..."

No, no wait...do...do I? There's...something...

She was struggling to hold on. She had been working with Tristan, and Tristan didn't trust Aster, right? There was no reason to trust the conservative woman, the traditionalist of the church. Why was she -

The gentle rubbing along the arch of her foot had her melting, though, her spine no longer so tense, her arms and lower back going limp as noodles. She leaned back against the branch that formed the side of the tub, feeling her stress and tension oozing away. She panted softly, her breasts floating up over the water, bobbing slowly.

"That's it. Just let it all ooze away. Let yourself relax. We'll talk in a moment. Relax. Relax, and open yourself..."

Open herself. Relax. Those had two different actions associated with them, but they were not exactly incompatible. She moaned a bit, letting herself relax enough to open her mind, but...but this time, she started to spread her legs further, sliding forward on her seat.

There was a tingle along her head, through her neck and along her spine. Was it magical? Was it something else? She wasn't sure, but she felt something pushing back. It was almost like that growling, heated feeling that she'd gotten when she cast that spell down in the Vault, when it was both Erastil and the demonic power inside her that had mixed together. This time, when the tingle came, that growling heat answered.

And as it did, she felt something hard rubbing up along her thigh. She had a split second to wonder what it was before -

"Ah!"

She gasped at the feeling of the slender hoof rubbing along the extremities of her dog pussy. She shivered, feeling it giving a bit, then puffing out as she got more and more aroused. As she rolled her head back down, she saw the horned priestess cocking her own head to the side.

"Well...that is something..."

"Mmmph..."

"Well, I suppose there is no harm in helping you 'relax' in a different way."

The hoof worked against her again and again, and Hazel shivered and gasped, moaned and whimpered as she felt her sex giving and bending against it. The water kept her from humping, exactly, but the two women soon found the right rhythm to slide, grind, press, and rub. The feeling of that hoof between her legs was hotter than she expected, and particularly with the smoothness of it.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Ah, you like that?" Sister Oakhoof asked. "I knew that you were becoming a little bit of a bad girl, but I didn't expect this."

"Mmmph..."

"Do you want to keep grinding?"

"Nnngh..."

"Do you want to ride my hoof, then?"

"P-please..."

"Then you will tell me what I need to know."

"Nnngh..."

Something was trying to hold her back, to keep her from talking too much. She didn't know what it was, but it was the only thing keeping her mouth shut. She reached down with one shaky hand, gripping the priestess's ankle and trying to pull her closer, but Aster shook her head.

"Ah ah. I didn't give you permission."

"Please..."

"Tell me what I want to know," she said, the elf's cheeks ever so slightly red. "Tell me that, and I will allow you the pleasure you crave."

"I...I..."

"You know the rules, dear. Now, tell me."

If she'd been more herself, if she hadn't been so relaxed, so out of her own mind, she might have noticed a thing or two. She might have noticed that Aster was red-faced from more than the heat of the water. She might have noticed that the other woman was gasping a little herself at getting her ankle grabbed. She might have smelled something different in the water than usual.

But she wasn't herself, and she didn't notice anything of the sort. She was completely in the thrall of the elf priestess again.

Slowly, the words started spilling from her mouth. She whispered about the fight from the day before, and why they had been in the Vault in the first place. She revealed that she could read from the book, something that seemed to startle Aster in the first place, and it was almost enough to pull that hoof from her crotch.

Almost. She had a grip on it herself, and while she couldn't force the pleasure to start, she could keep it from stopping, too.

Hazel almost reached the point of talking about what happened at the camp, including what Mol had revealed about Tristan, but Aster stopped her before she could spill those beans.

"Hmmm, so you were able to read that book. We seized that off of a crazed philosopher long ago, but none of us could see what he had written, nor what he had drawn. It seems that, perhaps, one needed more than purity to read it..."

The hooved woman looked her in the eye.

"Was there more about the book?"

"Tristan...Tristan said...he would give me the chance...to read it again...to try and sneak it out so that I could keep...going through it..."

"Hmm..."

The slight point of the hoof worked up along the side of her sex, grinding over her clit for a moment before sliding down again, almost sliding into the puffy lips. She whimpered, craving something inside of her, the odd shape so appealing in its own way.

"Tristan is pushing an agenda...I wonder where we will end up...Oh, well. I might as well give him enough rope to hang himself. And if it goes the way that I want...and from what you tell me, it might...then we will certainly have a better church at the end of it."

"Mmmph..."

"...I really shouldn't indulge you like this...but I admit...I have a little curiosity myself..."

The hooved sister of the church hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed forward. Haze moaned, drifting further and further into the obedient heat that had been woken in her. She bit her lips, gasping softly, her hips twitching to take that hard-tipped hoof right into her body, feeling it opening her up ever so gently, every so slightly, then that little bit more, and more, and more.

"Ah...ah..."

"You are...so deviant...and foul..."

Yet, she could see that one of Sister Oakhoof's hands were under the water, rubbing at something, stroking at something. She couldn't think of anything that the other woman could be doing besides the obvious.

She was too out of it to comment, to tease, to do anything but roll her hips forward and back like some dumb beast. The feeling of that hoof inside of her, so raw, so dirty, only emphasized that. It was like being a bitch in the woods again, and she started to sink down into that mental state again, remembering what it had been like to allow someone else to take control, allow someone else to violate her and use her.

It was...hot. Horny. Sexy.

And the more that she rode that hoof, the more that she humped it, ground on it, the more that Aster's hand busied itself below the water.

"You are a creature of the woods. Nothing more. Demon-touched, of course. Marked and...and foul..."

"Mmmph..."

"You should be cast out...I should cast you out...get rid of you, show you for the rutting thing that you have become."

"Ah..."

"Worthless little slut...humping my hoof...grinding on it...marking it with your foul secretions..."

And yet, the elf priestess was pushing it into her as much as she was grinding on it. For all her statements, Aster was just as lost to the moment as the half-elf was. They both suffered from the 'curse' of lust that was upon them, and both of them were getting closer and closer to getting off from it.

The older woman finished first, suddenly arching her back. If she'd had feet instead of hooves, doubtless there would have been some toe-curling inside of her. Instead, there was just a spasming, a clenching, a slight flicking back and forth of the limb in question. A new liquid, one that wasn't just water, floated to the surface of the bath before dissipating in the heat.

Aster sunk further into water, almost deep enough to hide her reddened cheeks. The hoof slipped from Hazel's sex with a near-inaudible slurp.

"You may go," Aster said. "Dress and leave...and let come to me again soon..."

It was not their typical departure, but Hazel heard the tone of command there. She hadn't cum, but she had enjoyed herself, and found something new. The obedient priestess stood from the water, more shamelessly exposing her body as she got out and walked to the towels laid out. She dried off, put the dress back on, and then started making her way through the temple again. The massage had cleared one foot of dirt, at least, so when she walked, she only left mud on one footprint rather than the other, and even that soon cleared.

The same couldn't be said of her mind, but that was a given. She had been dropped so far that even without climax, she couldn't drag herself out of it so easily. Hazel walked through the temple with a sort of blind directive, something that didn't know where it was going, consciously, but knew where the destination was.

Tristan. Tristan.

The high priest of the temple was going to fix her today, hopefully, and they had the book to look through.

Tristan. Tristan.

They had stuff to talk about, and she had questions to ask him.

Tristan. Tristan.

And she had a bone to pick with him, considering he'd been a whore and was going to judge her, of all people. That, finally, started to drag her out of her trance.

The End

Summary: Hazel finishes some fun with Vakrozad, and then goes back to the temple. Aster Oakhoof decides to push her again, and something pushes back.

Tags: M/F, F/F, anal, hoof play, hoof, vaginal, creampie, hypnosis, corruption, arousal, barefoot, mud, rimming, cleaning, fantasy, series, magic, canine pussy, canine anatomy, half-elf, hobgoblin, elf,