To Light the Moon by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Nay 02, 2010 ====== This story contains descriptions of an adult nature. If you are a minor or person offended by such materials, you should not read further. This story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and should not be taken as reality. Codes: M+F cons rough group oral anal a2m piv monst furry magic knot ====== The slender nymph in the center of the clearing slowly opened her wide, innocent-seeming silver eyes to look at the dim, bloody-hued glow of the slowly darkening full moon above. Fae in form, she knelt upon the ground, her eyes slowly lowering from the disc above to look curiously up at the creatures that stood at a distance around her in the Clearing of the Moon, well beyond where any mere human had penetrated the ancient forest, no touch of artifice marking this place formed by nature. On silent paw and cloven hoof they moved, muscle rippling beneath shaggy hair, the stars and dead moon shining upon horn, claw and fang as they stepped into the ancient clearing. Rough and wild creatures of the forest and the night, these man-beasts gathered close around her, feral eyes gazing towards the darkness-swallowed moon. Here gleamed the dark eyes of the Pashen and Tankar, heads crowned with arcing horns and shaggy beards upon near-human faces, and from the other side of the circle glowed the ebon-rimmed gold eyes set in the face of Kharashas. Solitary Arghur was there, towering above the others in his shaggy bulk, as were the leanly muscled forms of Raghleb, Gurrheb, and Uelgher, three pack alphas from the vast surrounding forests, territorial disputes laid aside. They listened to the Moon's song, and kept the ways of the Moon and the Forest, and by this they held their common bond. Once again it was the time of the Festival, the time to light the Moon. The darkness spread, the disc of the moon swallowed up completely in bloodstained shadow, and the creatures looked to the sky, the lunar disc seeming to bleed glittering sparkles down to the clearing. Then they turned again to the little silvery fae in the center of their circle, excitement rushing in their veins as they prepared themselves. Petite, she stood at least a head shorter than the shortest of the other creatures. Pallid as the disc of the moon when it was bright, there were no traces of color upon her figure, not in her snow white skin nor her hair, which hung in waves to her ankles like strands of the palest spun silver, her eyes each gleaming like the moon's disc, white flecked with silver. Her butterfly wings, almost invisible, had no physical form, being instead a faint aura of faerie light. Kharashas slid forward, dark as the night and moving with the fluid grace of cat-kind, reflected the fading light of the moon from his ebon coat with each movement. His lithe muscles rippled as he moved foward, the tail that extended smoothly from his spine twitching and whipping in the manner of an agitated cat. Golden, slit-pupiled eyes peered from his ebon face, the bristle of black whiskers from his muzzle capturing the breeze. He examined the fae closely with those golden discs, reaching out his velvety-padded hands to caress her hair. Raghleb and Gurrheb, grizzled grey, met him warily, each built swift and powerful, their long muzzles tipped in sensitive black noses, similar yet each with his own distinctions of coat and scent. Trailing behind, darker-furred Uelgher approached the other two, wolven ears pricked to catch any sound about the clearing. They sniffed each other carefully, finding identity in one another, the slight baring of fangs their only aggression towards one another on this night. Each in turn came close to the nymph, running their tongues over her lips, their noses taking in her faint, faerie-land scent. Pashen stood a bit taller than Tankar, his black hair growing thick all over, with a beard and long ragged locks that surrounded his arcing horns. His shorter companion was no less shaggy, but with ruddy brown hair and a slight chip in his left horn, his rough teeth chewing firmly on a leaf from an herb plant. Together they came to stroke the girl's breasts, peering at her hungrily along with the other creatures who had crowded close. Arghur, tall above the others, was the last to lumber closer, his quiet aloofness masking the true depth of his strength, but for the heavy cords of muscle that lay beneath his shaggy brown fur, great strength in his heavy skull and powerful jaws. When he approached the nymph, he patted the top of her head, a firm, affectionate pat. The silver nymph drew herself up in their midst, and Uelgher and Pashen, being eager, reached out to caress the nubile curves that framed her hips and bust. Her nipples and her lips, both upon her mouth and her sex, were pale but darker than their surrounding skin, a slight shade of silver. Clinging about her shone an aura of light, the soft, pearly light of the moon, and in its glow, the eyes of the gathered beasts gleamed in feral greens and golds. Smiling softly, she turned her gentle, innocent face towards the beasts around her, seeming inquisitive, yet instinctively knowing what was soon to come without fearing it. The creatures regarded her with an odd mix of reverence, lust, and the ache of the predator, their eyes alight. But tonight, she spread her arms and cried to them in an achingly melodic voice, like faerie song, "Come to me... share your passion with me!" The creatures, straining with eagerness now, advanced, their veins coursing hot with passion as each one approached, fire in their feral eyes as they strained towards her silken flesh. They cried out in lust, the sounds strange in the voices of beasts, but with its own melody. It was time for the Festival of the Moon Lady to truly begin. The looming eclipse seemed to grow ever more ominous, a balefully glaring bloodstained orb, dark and withered, no light in the clearing but for the moonlit glow within the little nymph, her body glittering weak and wan, her hands beckoning to the fearsome things around her, their half man and half beast forms looming tall above her. Bestial they were, but in their way each matched the shining vision amidst them, firm muscle, sharp tooth and claw, hardened horn and hoof, and solid erections sprouting between each pair of legs as they crowded to the beauty who beckoned to them. They were embodiments of maleness to match her rounded female curves, hardness to the softness of her lips and bosom, strength to her beauty. Crowding close, rough hands seized her from all around now, pawing and clawing at her breasts, tugging her hair, groping her sex. Leering and bestial faces came close, licking her skin, tasting her plush lips. Claws extended from the ebon fingers of Kharashas, tracing their razor trails shallowly across her back, bringing forth glowing silver ichor to be lapped up by greedy tongues. Huge cocks stood rigid, unsheathed and wet in their ferocity as the beast-men crowded close, their noses drawing in the faint sweet scent of night flowers about the glowing beauty. These creatures had no human notions of courtesy, only pure, primordial passions, untainted and wild. They touched her as they wished, sniffed her, licked her, even bit and scratched her lightly as they explored her body, their touch welcomed as her head rolled back, lips parted to breath out a sigh. Were humans to see this, they might that think they were about to witness a beautiful maiden being cruelly assaulted by monsters, but little would they know the nature of the Festival. Lost among the jostling mass of fur and muscle, the nymph stroked and kissed in return, offering her body adoringly to her faithful servants, grasping now at a muscled arm, then at the hardened shaft of another's erection. Her face showed soft concentration, a fascination that somehow failed to completely efface the look of gentleness upon her features. Roughly now they lifted her up, jostling her this way and that as her long, trailing hair tangled from their attentions, passionate dishevelment as hand and tongue explored her. Passed from beast to beast, she was grasped and squeezed, rough grabs leaving light bruising upon her flesh, and then, as if by sudden decision, she landed in the arms of Kharashas, clinging close to his velvety black coat, her arms thrown about his powerful body as he curled his lips in a bestial snarl and raked his claws lightly along her back, cutting light scratches up its length once again. Then, his whiskers bristling as he licked her cheek with a sandpaper-like tongue, he lowered her roughly onto his greedy cock, parting the lips of her sex as he drove into her and began to thrust, the tiny nodules covering his shaft bringing a cry to her lips as his cock drew back within her for the first time. Her arms went around his neck, her silken lips kissing his bestial mouth as her hair bounced in the night air, catching the faintest hue of red from the bloodied, deadened moon overhead. Gurrheb, the eldest, came up behind her then, and throwing steely arms around her, he thrust between the perfect curves of her bottom, finding the pucker of her anus with the slightly moist tip of his shaft, and with eager vigor he slammed into her, that tight little ring opening far easier than one might expect, as if the little female's body had been made to receive such a vicious entry, a dewiness there that no human girl could offer. Her cry of pain still passed her lips, though, sweet and melodious, a pain that in itself was pleasure. Face to face over her shoulder, Gurrheb and Kharashas snarled at each other in ritualistic aggression as both loosed their harsh thrusts into the sweet little form between them, hammering into her front and rear in a dance of passionate intensity, her flesh like liquid pleasure upon their cocks, gripping like an oiled silk glove and setting their eyes to narrowed slits of emotion as they pounded into her. Buffeted between them, the nymph's eyes formed two crystal droplets of mingled pain and joy at their corners as she turned to kiss first one, then the other of the creatures that sandwiched her between them. All around, the other beasts danced close, erections bobbing eagerly as they awaited their own turn, her hands, tiny in comparison, reaching out from time to time to give encouraging strokes to those specimens of wild maleness. Kharashas spilled his seed into her first, a great yowl of ecstasy escaping the ebon-coated beast as his tail lashed, hot cum spewing into the nymph's tight, pleasuring cunt as he rammed into her, then drew back, golden eyes narrowed, licking his lips, tail still switching in the air as he savored the sight of her before drawing back at the approach of the most massive creature in the circle. Slow, mighty Arghur came forth, his thick, wet tongue lapping out to lick her breasts as if they were a sweet honeycomb, tracing all over her chest and throat as he tasted the silvery fae, rumbling deep in his own throat. Gripping her shoulders, he positioned his fearsomely thick cock against the nymph's cunt, pushing into her eagerly as he rumbled and grunted with pleasure, edging into her bit by bit and enjoying every moment of it. Gurrheb continued to thrust deep into her ass, nipping at the back of her neck and flicking his tongue over her elegant ears. His strong hands gripped her hips as Arghur held her shoulders, holding her in place between them as their opposing thrusts rocked her slender body. While Arghur's strong, steady thrusts pumped in and out of the little nymph's tight sheath, Gurrheb grew more urgent with his ramming of her rear, finally howling as his bestial cock formed a thick knot within her and his hot seed spewed forth into her bowels, his hands reaching around her to squeeze her breasts, his leathery-padded palms rough against her skin. Arghur, lying down upon his back after Gurrheb had freed himself, seized her and lowered her onto his fat cock, pulling her arms down so that she sank onto it faster, its girth stretching her lovely little cunt out wide. Nodding playfully, she bucked atop him, grabbing and licking other cocks as she rode the great shaggy beast while his massive, hairy hands gripped her sides, helping to guide the pace that she rode him with. As she rode Arghur's fat shaft, feeling his massive claws touching lightly upon her, she watched Pashen and Tankar approach, the two presenting their cocks to her face. Immediately she seized them, stroking vigorously with her tiny hands, placing licks and kisses on each massive shaft in turn. They grinned down at her, their feral eyes gleaming as their horn-crowned heads bobbed with pleasure. Their near-human hands caressed her hair, watching it shimmer with inner light as she rode upon the mighty beast below her, her luminous wings fluttering slightly. After a while of her strokes and kisses, Pashen moved behind her to penetrate her anus, thrusting the full length of his equine-shaped cock into her and giving her several minutes of pumping, thoroughly reaming out her bowels with his length and girth as he took his pleasure in her. After he had pulled from her, she kissed and licked the massive shaft of Pashen, savoring his taste, the scent of his musk so close to him, while Tankar took his turn to enter her backdoor. She suckled Pashen until he gestured, and she nodded, seizing his shaft in both little hands and stroking it to a rapid climax, the beast's bearded face twisting in ecstasy as a huge load of sticky cum shot into her eagerly waiting mouth while his companion pounded her tight ass. Seed splashed all over the gleaming nymph's face, her eager tongue licking it up hungrily, a purr of pleasure in her throat. Still her body bobbed sensually over Arghur's supine form, his thick, hot cock giving her warm cunt a slow and steady reaming. Tankar thrust into her anus more vigorously, holding on to handfuls of her shimmering hair as his body bucked and slammed against her undulating form, delighting in the tight sheath that gripped his bestial cock. Finally, he snarled, his horn-crowned head tossed back as he thrust deep into the nymph's ass, his massive shaft throbbing and heaving within her as great gushes of his hot seed spewed into the coils of her bowels, a triumphant cry echoing from between his parted lips as he filled her. Cooing as she felt Tankar release in her ass, she tossed her head back with a shimmer of pallid tresses, closing her eyes tightly, stroking herself up to her breasts, covering Tankar's hands where he squeezed her bosom until he finally released her, presenting his shaft for a parting kiss and suck which she gladly granted. Once Tankar was done, Raghleb and Uelgher hurried forward, long eager for their turn. Uelgher pushed between her plush lips, while Raghleb took up the place vacated by Tankar in the nymph's anus, both reddened, veiny cocks throbbing hungrily as they entered her soft glowing flesh. Eagerly they thrust, too wrapped up in their pleasure and lust to be much perturbed when Arghur's great roar finally shook the clearing, his fat cock throbbing and heaving as he spewed great ropes of his fertile cum deep into the riding nymph's tight little cunt. The big shaggy beast reached up to squeeze her breasts, savoring her for a few moments more before Uelgher lifted her up, claiming the spot in her glittering, seed-stickied cunt as Arghur rolled away. Growling, the two wolven beasts thrust into the nymph as she was one more sandwiched between two hot, hairy bodies, her moans muffled against Uelgher's furred and muscled chest. The silken sheathes of her cunt and ass gripped tightly around wolven cocks as the Uelgher and Raghleb gripped her tightly, her breasts massaged and kneaded by rough, leathery hands. Wriggling sensually, she undulated between them, her gleaming silver hair flowing in wavy cascades as the two creatures pumped into her with eager lust. Arousal flaring higher and higher, each of the two grey-furred beasts thrust with greater vigor, their individual rhythms rippling through her in an unplanned harmony as both her ass and pussy were thoroughly reamed yet again with thick beast-cocks. Uelgher knotted first, filling the little fae's cunt with his own seed as it gushed forth, his pleasured howl rolling over her ears, and Raghleb was close behind. Sandwiched between the two knotted beasts, she moaned, bound to them both, glittering between the pale silvery fur of their muscled chests. She kissed and stroked them lovingly, waiting until their knots once more subsided and they pulled out, panting to catch their breath after filling her. Finally, all the beasts pleasured, the nymph fell to the ground, the glow of her skin rippling more strongly with her body filled and splashed by feral seed. Her glittering lips gasped for breath and her tongue reached out to lap drips of bestial seed from the rich black earth, eager for every last drop she could claim. Her creatures watched her still, each one enrapt after having given her their seed. Gleaming, the nymph rose to her knees and kissed each beast's shaft or sac, lovingly stroking the cocks by which they restored her, and then, returning to the center of the clearing, she spread her wings, the butterfly forms glowing more strongly, sparkling silver fairy-dust surrounding her. Slowly she began to rise, filled with the offered life force of her servants, until she gathered speed and became a glittering streak of light which ascended to the rim of that disc in the sky. The dead crimson darkness shattered, and light once more spread from the edge of the disc to reclaim the whole of it. The beasts below howled with delight as they gazed up at the moon flaring back to life, its light once more shining down upon the night-shrouded forest. And the creatures, all awash in pleasure, gazed up at it, its light reflecting in the joyous eyes of each before they turned and each went their own way. And thus, the light of the Moon overhead was once more brightened, to shine out over the night when its power was strong. And the creatures listened to the Moon's song, and kept the ways of the Moon and the Forest, for they knew that sometime once again, when darkness devoured the silvery disc in its blood-hued maw, they would see her once again. ======