A deal’s a deal

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Written by Sen

"The bones tell me that the child your wife carries does not share your blood." Galdra looked up from the reading board and let the meaning of the words sink in.
Thanks to her years of experience, her face showed no emotion as she spoke. That was part of being the reader or oracle or witch or whatever the title a tribe gave her.
Galdra often foresaw bad things. And any kind of emotion, good or bad, during the reading can be misinterpreted as malice and bring down the wrath of the ‘customer’.
For a while it was quiet. The father had much to think about. As the chief of his tribe, a child that was not sired by himself was a high risk, especially since it would be the first born. Staring out the window his mind lost in thought, Galdra couldn’t help but to admire the bull. His well tones muscles and the dense, dark brown fur made the voodoo priestess all tingly between her legs. Not that she would allow him to notice any of this.

After several minutes chief Treebark eyes focused back on the pale deer. A pitiful creature indeed. The sun was her greatest enemy, stinging her eyes and burning her skin. But worst of all, she had something extra. He could see the bulge in her loincloth, the only part of her body she covered. What a pity indeed. Her breasts were sizeable and her hips looked fertile. Without the flaws she would have been worth a high dowry. But she had a different set of gifts as well. Gifts she was respected for… and feared. Nobody dealt with Galdra unless it was necessary.

Snapping out of it he addressed the priestess again. "My dreams were right. Those are very bad news reader."
"I am not aware about every tradition of every tribe that consults me." The deer replied calmly.
"Someone has placed his offspring in the belly of my beloved. And now the child is threatening me, my family and my ancestors."
"Is that so?"
"It is the first born. Once it has grown up it can challenge me for leadership. And should I lose a new lineage is born and the old is... removed."
"You mean exiled?"
"Nobody will be allowed to speak our names or the names of those that came before us again. Likewise we will be not be allowed to make our voice heard every again. It is a fate worse than death, because even after death we can still be remembered. But when no stories of us are told we might as well have never existed."
"But who will know it is not your child? Consulting a reader to determine blood ties is not part of your tradition."
"My family has a very distinct trait. We do not grow a tail. If the child is born with a tail then everyone will know."
"Oh, I see. I had assumed you lost it in battle."
"Everyone in my family is born without a tail, boy or girl. Girl..." it was obvious the tall bull had a sudden inspiration. "Reader! Can you tell me if the child will be a boy or a girl?"
"Difficult, but not impossible. I will need to use some rare and expensive herbs to accomplish this. That will raise the price."
"I pay anything you want. Do it."

It only took a few minutes to gather the herbs from her well stacked storage. While she mashes the leaves and brews a tea out of them she has the chance to talk more informal. "I am surprised you didn't just decide to kill the child. As betrayed husband it would be your right."
Sitting with his head leaning on his hands, deep in thought the bull replies "Even though the child does not have my blood, it still has my wife's. I love her too much to do that to her. I pray to the goddess there is another way."
"Even though she betrayed you with another man?"
"I know my wife. She would never do that."
"How could this happen then?"
"Someone must have mixed goodsleep berries in her food. She would have been out for hours and not remember anything. It has happened before... actually it is happening so often lately, it is becoming a real problem. A rotten apple must be amongst us. A coward that wants more than the goddess bestowed on him. There is no way I will let that scum become the father of a new chief."

"Drink this and then spit it onto the board." Galdra offers him a cup to drink. 
The bull does so and Galdra notices that he too has learned a lot of self control, as he manages to not throw up until after he spit the extract onto the board.
The liquid dissolves the already dried blood and Galdra tilts the slightly concave reading board until patterns form.
"A girl. The child will be female."
"Good. Then I have an idea. A heifer can't challenge me directly. She has to take a mate first and then he can utter the challenge. But she can only take a mate if she is untouched. If her skin is taken before that happens she can never bond, thus ending the threat without me needing to end her life."
While certainly not a pleasant life to live Gladra silently agreed it was still a better choice than to kill it.

"Now that the matter is settled, we need to discuss the price. I think 10 weaselskins as well as -"
"Wait. The matter is not over yet. I need your help to do this."
"Treebark! I may have a shaft of a man but that doesn't mean I will break your daughter's skin. I offer many services, but sex is not one of them."
"No, you don't understand! Once the baby is born I have no chance to get near it. Raising the calves is done only by the women. I won't see my child until it is an adult. It needs to happen while it is still inside my wife."

That comment caught even the hardboiled Galdra offhand and she loses her poker face her for a second. As calmly as she manages she replies: "Are you suggesting penetrating the girl inside the mother? You might as well kill her then. It will certainly be safer for the mother, than your plan."
"Please! I do not wish to kill her or my wife. I only see this way out. And you are famous for your witchcraft. You have to know a way. I will pay any price you ask."
Galdra stays silent for a while as she ponders her options. "You could not afford my price. Something like that would use up a lot of my resources and favors. All your possessions would not be worth enough."
"Maybe this is be sufficient." What Treebark pulled forth from under his hide was a necklace that looked like an ordinary grey stone on a leather strand. But Galdra immediately recognized its value.
"A starstone? Where did you get this?"
"Family treasure. Given from father to son for 6 generations."
Again Galdra noticed too late she was openly staring at the object, obviously interested. Cursing herself to let her get caught off guard twice in one day she says: "That is certainly enough to cover for your... idea."

A few days later the moon was at full size. Its pale light turned the forest into world of shadows. Galdra had prepared everything for the ritual and was now awaiting Treebark. She loved nights such as this. Her sensitive eyes could see now almost better than during the day. Being colorless meant that she had to shield her eyes from the sun or she would go blind.
As the moon wandered over the cloudless sky, her hand found her sex. The last days had been stressful and she hardly had time to sleep, not to mention taking care of her needs. She loosened her loincloth and threw it aside. There was no need for clothes tonight and she had never been shy. She wore the loincloth mostly because it made people uneasy... more uneasy. Her fingers slid between her legs, rubbing over her soft, pale fur. One hand began playing with her balls, while the other hand explored her pussy lips, directly beneath the scrotum. Soon after, her penis began to rise out of its sheath. Her mind wandered back to when she had been an outcast. Powerless, voiceless, an oddity that only existed at the whim of others. But now she was calling the shots. While her double set of genitals had brought her much pain, they also gave her pleasures no one else could feel.
She slid two fingers inside her vagina and pushed the tips against a very sensitive spot inside and at the same time began massaging her sizeable cock. Her female parts allowed for a long buildup of intense feelings while her male parts let her end it in a powerful finale.

Panting and moaning slightly Galdra masturbated furiously in the shadow of the stone circle, releasing the built-up tension and stress. Suddenly her ears picked up a noise to her side and she jumped to her hooves.
“I didn’t know the reader indulges in the pleasures of flesh.”
Treebark emerged from behind one of the stones. He was as nude as Galdra was and his shaft immediately caught her attention. It was humongous, hanging down to his knees even when not aroused. The rest of his body, now without the hides, was a sight to behold as well. He was tall and muscular, trained from the hunt and warfare with other tribes and his ebon fur shone like polished marble. The view certainly didn’t help Galdra to grow soft again. She rarely shared company with such well built men. “The body is a vessel for the mind. If the body feels good so does the mind.”

Deciding to just go with it, the hermaphrodite left her place near the rocks and entered the full light of the moon. She moved as she had learned from her mentor, swaying her firm rear and squeezing her bust. Maybe she could get a nice fuck out of this as well.
“Your attempts to seduce me are futile. I only love one woman. And you… you are not even a woman.”
The comment hurt, even through her thick skin, but she didn’t let it show. “I am not looking to steal you away from your wife. I merely wanted to help you get ready for your… performance.” Galdra pointed to the altar in the middle of a stone circle.
Treebark startled visibly as he saw the small body lying there. Only at second glance he noticed it was a puppet and not a real baby. He slowly walked over to give it a closer inspection. It looked like a female calf. “She is so… lifelike.”
“Yes. One of my best works so far.”
“It even has a love cave.”
“Of course it has. I must have for your idea to work. It resembles your wife's unborn daughter in almost every aspect. Once the ritual is done, everything you do to that doll will happen to your daughter as well. So be careful.”
“So I just… put it inside?”
“Basically yes. But you must cum in her too to seal the ritual.”

Now that the moment drew near the big bull began to hesitate.
“Can’t I just put my finger inside? It looks like my shaft is way too big.”
“A service like this is very complicated. I had to contact some very… peculiar spirits to aid me. While your finger would break the skin of your daughter, it much likely would enrage the spirit that offered his assistance. It might kill both you and your daughter if you tried that.”
“Why? What does the spirit have from me fucking a doll?”

Now Galdra was hesitating. In her line of work it was sometimes necessary to work with some very nasty things, forcing one to make a deal with the devil almost literally. “I… Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes. This concerns me and my wife’s daughter. I have the right to know everything.”
Galdra resigned and replied: “If you wish, but remember: The deal has been sealed, there is no way for you to back out.” The bull nodded.
“Do you know Red Pebble?” Treebark’s face derailed and he could only whisper “Oh no. Don’t tell me…”
“Yes it is him. I have made a deal with him.”
“Red Pebble has taken the skin of dozens of calves. Damned them to a life of shame. Even uttering his name is a sacrilege.”
“He was the only one willing to help with this. And his condition is that you penetrate and ejaculate in this puppet as part of the deal. I think the irony that you of all people have asked for such help amuses him.

“I… can’t do it. Not knowing his tainted spirit would touch my wife inside her most sacred place.”
“He will not be able to harm her. The deal forbids it. But when you break the deal he will be free to act as he pleases. You must do it. For your sake and that of your family.”
“You don’t understand. I don’t want to break the deal. But I can’t… get it up. Not for a lifeless doll, knowing an evil spirit takes joy in my actions.”
“Let me take care of that. I know some ways to get you… into the mood. Give me the hair from your wife so we can begin.”

Treebark was shaking as he handed the bundle of fur to Galdra. She took the bundle and stuffed it into the doll’s sex. Then she began to chant. He voice rang back from the stones in the circle and the wind picked up to carry her voice far. Within the blink of an eye a white light appeared and hovered over the circle. “He is here. The ritual has started.”

The bull was not reacting to Galdra’s words, his eyes mesmerized by the dancing light. Mischievous laughter filled the area. Galdra used the situation to her advantage and reached for Treebark's cock. The intense smell did all kinds of things to her body and she longed to feel it inside her. She began licking along the length until she reached the tip where she began to suckle, the fat head hardly fitting inside.
“What are you doing witch?” Treebark called out as the pleasure from between his legs pulled him from the light. “No! I will not lie with another woman than my wife.”
“So do it then!” she had expected his reaction and as he bent down to pull her head off she reacted quickly and drew a rune on his forehead.
Suddenly his expression changed as the magic let him see what Galdra wanted him to see.
“Treeflower! What are you doing here?”
“Saving our family my dear Treebark. Now come and lay with me. Do me like you have done me before and wash away that evil spawn in my womb.”
Tears run down Treebarks cheeks as speaks. “Everything for you my love.”

Galdra began to suck the bull's cock again as his hands grab her head and he shoves his shaft down her throat. The deer begins to choke as the much too large meat stick makes its way down her gullet. “You are so tight my love. I hardly can get my dick inside you.”
As she is struggling against the strong arms of Treebark, she realized a tiny flaw in her plan. Treeflower was much bigger than her and also probably better trained in sucking dick than she was. With the impossibly large cock blocking her breathing, she was about to dismiss the illusion as the bull pulls out again on his own.
With only moments to catch her breath as she feels herself getting lifted up and the male presses his snout against her pussy lips. His tongue invades her insides and it was so large it felt like a penis was shoved inside. Now that was something she could enjoy. Treebark's tongue was skilled and surprisingly strong. He managed to press and caress all the hotspots inside her. Even the entrance to her womb, got an intense lick. Since she already did some preparatory work with her snatch, it did not take long for her to reach a powerful orgasm. Her entrance clenched down on the slippery muscle of the handsome bull and she screamed with joy.

“Someone is really sensitive today. I hope you got room for seconds.” The illusion spell seemed to work too well as Treebark has completely forgotten the situation. Galdra wiggles from from his iron grip and steps back to the altar with the puppet. The lovedrunk tribe chief stumbles towards her, his cock fully erect ready to split her body at the thighs. Then she gets an idea how to turn the situation around. Quickly she climbes on top the altar and calls out to Treebark “Then take me my love!” before he can reach her she draws another rune, this time on the puppet, transfering the illusion to it.

The trick worked and now Treebark saw his wife lying on the altar spreading her legs and waiting for his cock. Galdra managed to just slip off the altar before the big bull came over the puppet. The veiny, bovine shaft was glistening with her saliva and his precum. As he places the tip at the lips of the fake pussy Galdra swallowed hard. She made the doll larger than the fetus, to compensate for the size difference, but the puppet still looked tiny by comparison.
But it was too late to do anything. Treebark rammed his flesh into the doll and via the link also into the unborn child. Thinking it was his wife he began pounding the little doll hard and in her mind the priestess saw the seams popping up, the puppet coming apart and killing the child. But it didn't happen. The seams held. The puppet stayed in one piece. The little one however must have gotten one hell of a ride. And then the bull let out a terrifying howl. She could see his balls contract and his urethra bulge out as he pumped a massive load into the doll. The dolls innards were mostly dry weeds and as such they soaked up the load like a sponge.

Panting from the intense fuck Treebark stumbles back. As the illusion's magic fades he comes back to his senses. “Wha- What happened?”
Galdra got back on her feet, the worries sliding off her. Whatever happened had happened. Worrying would not change anything. In a calm neutral voice she replied: “The deed is done. You got what you asked for.”
“I... it worked?”
“I cannot say for sure. Time will tell.”
“I saw... my wife. She... she was not here, right?”
“No. I had to deceive you. You were hesitating. But once such powerful magic is unleashed you cannot hesitate or it would break out uncontrolled.”
“I understand... I swore never to betray my wife and now...”
“We all have a burden to carry. If it is any consolidation, you never stuck your penis into my vagina.”
The bull sunk to his knees and looked at the soiled doll on the altar.
“Even if everything worked out. I have damned my wife's child to a life of humiliation and shame. She can never take a man. She may never have children of her own. No voice, no rights.”

While Galdra collected the remains of the ritual she thought of something to soothe Treebark's mind. “I too stem from a similar situation. No rights, no voice, no life. But know that someone who has nothing to loose has everything to win. She can walk paths no one else would dare to. One such path is that of the reader. When she comes of age it would be the time for me to train a successor. She has been exposed to powerful magic even before she was born. The results could be... potent.”
“You mean she could become a reader?”
“Among other things. The mystic forces often come to those that are... different.”
“But what will I tell my wife? I have done these things. Broke my oath.”
“Don't tell her. It won't make you feel any better and it would only make her feel worse. Carry this burden for her and for her child. This is the greatest gift you can give them. Apart from sparing her life.”
She came to his side and lay a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes bad deeds are necessary for good to prevail. There is no more I can say to help you. Go on and live your life. For your wife and your family.”
With that she turned around and walked away.

Another mark on her soul was made today. It was not the first and it would not be her last. But life goes on.