In the blackest depths of the cursed forests, at the foot of the highest mountains, a crew of ten men and women in white and red uniforms spoke in hushed voices, cowering closely to the warmth of their fire and trying to be brave for one another. These were soldiers from the Kingdom of Wiseheart.

“Only a day’s travel and we’ll be in the thick of it…” Mused a giant boar, easily three times bigger than the soldiers all around her. She held tight to her even larger axe as she looked in the shadows around them, never letting her guard down, even as she did her best to imagine she was anywhere else. “And then we’ll be there for a week…everyone’s been saying that the witch can only hold out for another week…”

“You think that’s true though?” Challenged a chameleon who sat on the ground closest to the fire, choosing to sit level with the warm light, looking into it’s heart and letting himself be hypnotized by it’s steady burn. “That’s the wicked hag…the witch that stole the moon’s youth…who invented sickness and gave birth to death. She’s the evil behind every monster that our forefathers have ever had to face. You really think we can put an end to her in a week?” Silence fell. Even the forest seemed to have gotten quieter as the group of soldiers contemplated what they were travelling towards.

From a time beyond ancient, the Kingdom of Wiseheart had been at war with the Vile Court, a mass of zombies and monsters that lived under the rule of a coven of witches, none more powerful or more feared than their Queen. Her fearsome deeds had become so enshrouded in mystery and terror, that no one alive inside the palace walls of Wiseheart had any true idea of how powerful she really was. But only a fool would underestimate an enemy that had survived and antagonized their mighty army since time immemorial.

“We can do it.” Came a strong voice from the center of the group. An old, grey lion who had a scar where his left ear should have been and a vicious blade on his right wrist instead of a paw. “If ever there was a time the old crone could be done in, it’d be now. I heard the stories about that kid who’s been leading them at the front-lines. Even saw him kill one of their giants a few years back.” The group was silent, each soldier trying their best not to make any noise and disrupt the scene their mangled captain was weaving for them. “Yeah, he’s young, not much training. But he’s got guts, and he’s got magic like no one’s ever seen on our side!” He pumped his fist in the air, doing his best to rouse his troops. “He’s balancing the field for us, making the hag sweat! We’re nothing but the bottom of the barrel and even we been able to clear this nasty forest in less than a day. You know why? Cuz she’s called every one of her beasts and monsters to her castle, throwing everything she has at our army. She’s scared, and right to be. These are her last days! One week, and we’ll be rid of her forever!” And now, his soldiers did cheer, responding to his vigor and zeal. The group of soldiers cheered and roared inside of a forest that had for years struck every trespasser into silent terror.

But they were so high on their chance for victory, they failed to realize they were in the shadow of death.

From the shadows, a young wolf looked at the rowdy soldiers.

Metal had been watching the enemy for several minutes now, on the edge of their detection. While they cheered and guffawed, he turned his back on them, disgusted with their idiocy, and marched on into the blackness of the woods.

He had hoped he would be able to learn something useful. Instead, he’d just been forced to listen to them insult his mother. His paw rested on the silver dagger at his hip, barely able to stop himself from turning back now and massacring them all. He could do it. Even though he had only turned nine years old a few days back, he had inherited much of his mother’s magical talent. 

He stopped in place and made himself take deep breaths. Except for the cloak on his back, the belt that held his satchel and dagger, and two cool gemstones that were wrapped around his neck as pendants, he was completely naked. He allowed the brisk night air to lower his temper. He was nervous. He wanted to fight that group of soldiers for insulting his mother, but that would be an unnecessary risk. He had to be smart, and wise, for her sake.
Their castle had been surrounded when he had escaped. In all her wisdom, the Queen knew that if things continued as they were, her enemies would soon penetrate her defenses and end her. The hero that was fighting for Wiseheart had cornered her, somehow able to nullify half of her strongest enchantments, and seemingly able to slaughter her guardian summons without effort. Her only hope was the blue wolf pup that she loved more than anything else in the world. With a heavy heart, she had handed him a cloak to hide him in the shadows, and a dagger to use as a last line of defense. She had given him careful instructions.

His mother needed him. Metal took one last deep breath and marched forwards, a look of determination on his face. With a huff, he climbed over a log in his path, not bothering to hide his presence and making quite a bit of noise. The luxury of his mother’s cloak was that no enemy could detect his presence as long as he wore it. It had been the only way he was able to escape the castle siege and run so quickly to his destination. 

As he dashed through the forest, the remains of his mother’s servants paid him their graces, kneeling and howling as his shadow rushed past them, re-kindling their vows of servitude to his household in this dire hour. He never stopped or even slowed as the fairies, ghosts, and golems saluted him from the shadows, but their gestures eased his troubles, letting him feel as if he was not alone in shouldering his burden. 

As he ran, he thought about his mother’s plan. She had been unable to leave the palace, or the opposing army would have noticed instantly. She needed to stay at the helm and command her subjects. But she knew that she had hope. She seemed to be familiar with the magic that the Wiseheart hero was using against her. In order to overcome that magic, she told Metal, she would need help from two spirits.

The Spirit of the Lake, he had already visited, and now he ran towards the Night Elm, which housed the Spirit of the Forest. His mother’s red gem bounced on his chest, along with the gem that had been given to him by the Spirit of the Lake. His quest was almost done. 

The sun was rising when he slowed his steps and collapsed in front of a gnarled and twisted tree. It stood alone in a clearing, nothing else growing around it and leaving a perfect circle of soil for several yards for several yards. His body was drenched with sweat and he was panting hard, but he was able to raise his arms in front of the Night Elm and invoke it’s name. “Night Elm, on behalf of the Vile Court, and by the contract of the first blood, I pray for an audience.” Metal had kept his composure for the summoning, but he fell to his side on it’s completion, knowing that as long as the prayer was made properly, the Spirit of the Forest would forgive his condition when she arrived. 

And she arrived quickly. Right in front of him, the black tree twisted and writhed, becoming a solid shade of black as it sunk into the ground, losing much of it’s mass until what was left was no bigger than an average woman. And just like the Spirit of the Lake, this shadow stretched out arms and legs, tossed a wave of hair and settled into the familiar appearance of his mother. 

“You have travelled far, little pup.” It said in his mother’s same melodic voice, kneeling down next to him and stroking his side with a look of amusement that his mother would never have worn if she had seen him in this condition. “I wonder what trouble your mother could be in, that she would put you in such distress…”

“We need…we need your help!” Metal was able to say with some difficulty, gripping the two gems around his neck and showing them to the spirit. “My mother, our kingdom,” Metal struggled to breathe. “We’re in danger.” As soon as she saw the gems, the spirit’s eyes lit up with understanding. The lake spirit had responded the same way when he’d shown her his mother’s gem. Just like then, Metal was much too tired to care what it meant, he only wanted them to save his mother.

“Little pup, do you know what you’re asking for?” She cooed, holding out her palm in front of him and manifesting a similar gem in her palm. “Do you know what you have to do to earn this prize?”

Metal got up, standing over her as she kept her kneeling position in front of him, smiling up at him from the ground as he forced his breathing under control and took his most regal stance. 
“I’m asking for your magic, so that my mother can survive this attack.” He answered her, not caring for the details of what that answer meant, only that it was what his mother had told him to say to that question when each spirit asked it. “And for payment, I offer you children.”

Her face lit up, and she stroked her hand up his leg, settling on his hip and eyeing his naked body. “What a gracious offer, nephew. I see my sister was too greedy to offer us your first, wasn’t she?”
Metal didn’t respond, thinking to just a few nights back, on his ninth birthday when his mother had placed her pendant around his neck and taken him to her bedroom after their long and worried bath.
“Did she know that I’ve been lusting to be your first, or was she just as charmed by you as I was?”

The forest spirit was just like the lake spirit. Pouting that his mother had taught him what to expect, and jealous that she had taken his virginity. Metal could say that she only did it to teach him what he would need to do, so he didn’t fail their test. But she had whispered in his ear as he climbed onto her bed and between her legs. She had told him that she wanted his first time would be with her, and would never let another woman have it. 

The forest spirit got over her jealousy quickly, and just like the lake spirit, and just like his mother, she got on her back and looked up at him with an obscene look in her eye as she used her fingers to spread her lips for him. “Come here, then pup, and pay your mommy’s dues.”

His mother had been gentle, and loving in bed. Holding him and whispering words of encouragement in his ears. But his aunts were lewd and course, excited by thrill rather than love. That was fine with Metal, his mother’s love was all he needed.

Obeying his mother’s instructions, he whispered one quick spell as he took his place between the spirit’s legs, looking her in the eye, knowing she would like the flash of gold that illuminated his pupils. The spell cast released his natural magic. Allowed his instincts to trigger his powers, and stimulate the spirits to their satisfaction. That was part of the deal of course. They were giving up all of their magic, so would want a memorable rut along with a litter that would connect them to Metal’s father.

The forest spirit smiled at the flash in his eyes, and he felt her buck her hips into him as the familiar tingle between his shoulder blades began to expand. Metal looked away from her, eager to finish his quest.

She gave a squeal as dark tendril sprung from his back and began to caress her body while he pressed his emerging wolfhood against her slit, blushing at the sensation of her cock rubbing against his belly, trying not to think about how similar it was to his mothers.

“It’s okay, nephew, I won’t bring this up. You don’t have to be embarrassed, just give your auntie a good fucking.” She cooed in his ear. But only his mother could talk to him like that. So he punished her with a snarl and a vicious thrust of his hips. Her walls were forced wide in an instant and greedily clamped around his shaft, already pulsing and trying to milk him for all his worth. His snake-like appendages reacted with the same aggression, coiling around her and penetrating anything worth fucking. He had been just as rough with his mother, and with the lake spirit. Though his mother had given him more time to ease into it. They had spent nearly in hour in each other’s arms, exploring their bodies with gentle touch and tender words, all leading up to the release of his wild nature and the reunion between himself and the tight walls from which he’d been born.

All three women responded the same when his tendrils wrapped around them and his meat throbbed between their legs. A wild moan and claws digging into his back. He told his mother that it was okay, and he loved her. He called his aunts whores and crammed a tendril down their throats. The forest spirit was easy, in some ways. He’d done this twice before and there was no mystery. He knew what she wanted. A tendril sliding into her ass as he toyed with her breasts, snarling angrily up at her as he rocked her back and forth on the ground like a wild animal, taking from her as much as he was giving her, making her feel like a ravaged damsel.
But at the same time, he was exhausted. He had run for several nights straight, and was already collapsed when he’d summoned the forest spirit. His blood was rushing wildly with adrenaline and the magic from his father’s side that manifested as these dark tendrils. As he lifted his aunt’s ankles and stood up to drill himself into her, Metal snarled and in the back of his mind wondered if he could keep this up.

If he tired before she was fully satisfied, she would not grant him her gem. His callous aunt would explain that the rules were clear, and he had wasted his right to ask for her magic. His mother would be doomed.

That thought pushed Metal forward. The spirit had her arms and legs gripped by his mass of tendrils, still having her mouth and ass being pounded by them, and was forced onto her hands and knees. This was how Metal wanted to finish her. He grabbed the base of her tail and watched his tendril pump in and out of her as he pressed himself into her snatch and once more slammed his length into her greedy folds. He thought of the look in his mother’s eyes as she looked up at him, coming down from the first climax he had given her. He fucked his aunt all the harder, slapping her ass and letting her know what a slut she was as he forced his knot inside her.

He continued to ravage her and give her everything his aggression could muster, feeling her body quivering against him over and over as one climax after another caused her to spasm around his pumping cock. But it would be for nothing if he ever stopped short. So he dug his claws into her hips and snarled like the wild beast he was, and plowed her moistened slit for everything it was worth. He imagined his mother, waiting for him at home, and pretended he was giving her his last thrust. He mouthed ‘I love you’ and felt a shock travel throughout his body, originating and pulsing from his pelvis as waves of hot wolf cum were pumped into his aunt’s guzzling snatch. Metal breathed hard, trying to ensure she was satisfied before he blacked out. Her screams were muffled by his tendrils, but the wild spasms that raced along her slit and ass resonated loud and clear. Once the exhausted wolf pup collapsed on top of her, and his tendrils dissipated with his consciousness, his satisfied aunt was allowed to take an easy breath.

It would take her several minutes to recover from her nephews violent breeding, but the warm pool of cum that was warming her body was well worth it, as if the satisfaction itself wasn’t enough. 
“Mom..mmy…” 
Her little nephew whimpered on her back.

She smiled and stroked his hair, deciding that she would allow him the rest he’d earned. She would be nice and allow one of her flying servants to deliver the three gems to her sister. It would show the little wolf she had a soft side. And maybe he’d be so grateful he’d fuck her again.