The Beast's Child

Hi, if you think this work is familiar you might have already read this on AO3 or Tumblr under a different pen name. I use Drew Harrison, Bump-O-Lantern, and Moondjarin for my fan fiction work and kink space stories.

Very graphic and sexual birth. MDNI. 18+.

This is pure filth with very little plot--if there's even a plot at all. LMAO. Not beta'ed, we die like men here.

This story is for a very specific kink space. If this isn't your thing, move along, please. Thank you.

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In a remote village surrounded by dense, foreboding forests, there lived a peasant woman named Elina. She was known for her beauty and resilience, with thick, dark hair that cascaded down her back, bright eyes that hinted at secrets untold, and a spirit both gentle and defiant. Elina lived on the outskirts of the village, alone in a quaint cottage where she grew herbs and vegetables to sell at the market. Though her life was simple, she was content. But that would change one fateful evening, setting her on a path she could never have anticipated.

It was a sweltering summer night, the kind where the forest seemed alive with unseen eyes. Elina was returning home from gathering herbs, her arms heavy with wildflowers and fresh leaves. The moon hung low, casting a pale glow that filtered through the treetops, when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She paused, her senses alert as if someone—or something—was watching her.

Turning slowly, her breath caught in her throat. Before her stood a creature unlike any she had ever seen. It was massive, towering over her by several feet, its broad shoulders hunched slightly as if perpetually ready to pounce. The beast was covered in thick, silvery fur that glinted under the moonlight, its eyes a piercing yellow that bore into her with a strange, knowing intensity. Its features were almost human—hands with thick, claw-like nails, a face framed by a wild mane, and a body that was undeniably muscular, exuding raw, primal power.

Elina should have been terrified. Every instinct told her to run, to scream, but she was rooted to the spot. The beast's presence was overwhelming, but not entirely frightening. Instead, she felt a pull, a deep, inexplicable attraction that she couldn't deny. The air between them was electric, charged with something far beyond fear.

"You're not afraid," the beast rumbled, its voice deep and resonant, sending a shiver through her body. It was a voice that seemed to vibrate in her very bones.

Elina swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the creature's. "What are you?"

The beast chuckled softly, a sound that was both menacing and oddly soothing. "I am what you see—a creature of the forest, bound by no rules of men." It took a step closer, and Elina felt her heart quicken. "But tell me, why are you not running?"

Elina could only shake her head, her breath catching as the beast's scent—musky, wild, intoxicating—filled her senses. "I... don't know."

The creature's gaze softened, and with a slow, deliberate motion, it reached out, its large, clawed hand brushing a strand of hair from Elina's face. The touch was surprisingly tender, and Elina found herself leaning into it, her body responding in ways she couldn't control. The beast's thumb grazed her cheek, and she shivered, a flush rising to her skin.