Deki was to be the village sacrifice. The Beast did not demand them often, but the village always knew when it was time. The body of the previous young man would be flung into the village streets, dead, ravaged, and bleeding. It was a horrific sight, but it was the price the village paid to ensure that the Beast would not invade and slaughter them all. And now, with the mangled corpse of the previous victim bleeding slowly into the dust, it was time to choose once again. The villagers had chosen Deki.
Deki was not a bad person; no one was chosen to go to the Beast for any particular reason; he was simply the unfortunate victim of a random lottery. He was a tall young man of twenty-four, with long dark hair that hung in a braid down his back and deep olive-toned skin. His dark eyes were piercing in their intensity, and he went without fear or protest to the clearing where he was tied to the sacrificial post.
The villagers stood warily in a circle around the edge of the clearing, waiting. For almost an hour Deki stood bound, clad in nothing but a simple loincloth, wilting in the sun, his arms bound back against the carved wooden stake. Then they heard it; from deep within the forest came the resounding drumbeat of footsteps.
Louder and louder, closer and closer they came until the Beast burst forth into the clearing. It was a leathery creature, with strange backward-jointed legs that were thick and powerful. On top of its monstrous thighs sat a vaguely humanoid torso, but the Beast was far larger than a human, standing at about nine feet tall, and powerfully muscled all over its body. Dagger-like claws protruded from its hands and feet, and razor-sharp, pointed teeth lined its muzzle. A long tail swept out behind it, twitching back and forth, exposing the black stripes that ran along its spine, up the pale back and into the black mane of hair that covered its large head. It was naked, in the manner of beasts, and this nakedness exposed a generous male endowment in keeping with its large size.
The creature smiled, exposing its pointed teeth, and let out a chuckle that was more like a rumbling roar in its throat. With one swift movement of its claws it severed the rope binding Deki. The Beast grabbed the young man in its talons and turned without another glance at the villagers, striding back into the forest.
Deki did not struggle, though he was frightened now. He had never before seen the Beast. It had been years since it had last come to the village, and his parents had not wanted him to view the fearsome creature. He had heard stories of course, though none compared with the sight of the real thing. Deki’s heart beat quickly in his chest as the huge monster carried him through the woods, deep into the heart of the forest, where the boughs knit overhead and they were surrounded by darkness.
They came upon a cave, a natural hill in the earth that had been dug into and hollowed out, and outside of this the Beast set Deki. The creature then moved past him into the shelter.
“Run if you wish,” the Beast said. Its voice was deep and gravelly, like the sound a bear would make if it could speak. “I do enjoy chasing my prey down again. It is often one of the highlights of my day.”
Deki was startled; he had had no idea that the Beast was capable of speech. When he finally found his voice again, he asked, “What are you planning to do with me?”
“Do?” asked the Beast. It grinned again, once more displaying its teeth. “What I do with all my sacrifices, Little One. I will rape you until you die.”
Deki gasped, his eyes widening. He had never inspected the bodies brought back to the village, and had not been certain what to expect, but this had not been it. The Beast grinned at him once again, and Deki felt his feet moving of their own accord, stumbling away from the creature, turning and running, running as fast as he could through the underbrush, tripping and rising again, darting over fallen branches and half-buried roots, dodging around tree trunks, desperate to escape, desperate to get away.
He had run for nearly ten minutes when he heard the heavy pounding of the Beast’s footsteps behind him. His breath burned in his lungs, but it was nothing compared to the desperation that burned in his blood. He kept running, though his feet stumbled. If he fell, he scrambled up again, clawing at bark or branches or anything that would help him upright to continue his flight.
The footsteps continued, however. They became steadily louder and louder behind him, until finally Deki risked a glance over his shoulder and saw the creature sprinting forward through the undergrowth just behind him. Its curious backwards legs allowed it to crouch on all fours like an animal, and it loped after him like a panther chasing its prey.
The glance frightened Deki so much that he could not turn to look away, and he did not see the tree root that loomed up to trip him, snagging his ankle and dragging him to the ground. Within seconds, the Beast was on top of Deki, pinning him to the ground. Deki sobbed and cried out, feeling his loincloth shifted to the side, uncovering his buttocks. Something large started to press itself into his anus, but it was not as thick as Deki remembered the Beast’s cock being.
He looked over his shoulder to see that the beast had penetrated him with the end of its tail, working the fleshy appendage inside him until Deki felt unbearably full. It went far deeper than a human’s phallus would have gone, and stretched him wider as well.
The Beast lifted Deki with one clawed hand and held the boy in front of itself, his legs dangling uselessly in the air. Deki’s body jolted as the beast plunged its tail in even further. It hurt, and hurt badly. Deki felt liquid seeping down his thighs and knew that he was bleeding.
One of the Beast’s hands moved up to his face and the clawed thumb pressed into his mouth, stretching it open. Deki felt helpless at the invasion of the digit, tasted the dirt on it from their race across the forest floor. He opened his jaw hopelessly, and was almost unsurprised when the Beast lowered him down and placed Deki’s open mouth on the head of its penis.
The Beast’s cock was enormous, and Deki’s mouth could barely stretch around the head of the thing. In the end he managed to fit the tip of the head inside, after Beast pressed him down a few times. It was a tight fit; even the very tip of the head was nearly as large as Deki’s fist. He grunted, unable to move his jaws, his tongue, even his lips around the mouthful. He whimpered in his throat as the Beast withdrew its tail partway from Deki’s anus before plunging it back inside once more. Even the scream that wracked his poor throat could not stretch his mouth open any wider.
The Beast held him up with one hand, keeping him at a slightly downward angle with his mouth pressed to the end of the Beast’s member. With the other hand, the Beast began to stroke its own member quickly, the large taloned hand moving back and forth right in front of Deki’s face.
When the Beast came, its orgasm was so powerful that the force of the spray knocked Deki’s head back off of the creature’s member. The cum barreled down his throat, coated his head, crusting on his face and matting his hair. It dripped down his neck and shoulders and trickled down his back.
The creature grinned and lifted Deki up with its hand, sliding its tail out of Deki’s anus. Deki groaned as the enormous filled feeling disappeared, leaving in its wake only a burning ache. Then he felt the Beast’s tail curl around his body, pinning his arms to his sides. It wound about him several times, until the Beast could let go of him with its hands and hold with simply its tail alone.
Deki gasped as the Beast fell back on all fours and began to lope back towards the cavern. Deki was wrapped in the Beast’s tail in such a way that the very tip nudged against his anus, twitching back and forth, teasing at his entrance, pressing against the tight muscle but never quite slipping in.
When they got back to the cave, Deki was unceremoniously dropped onto the dirt floor, and a clawed was hand placed in the middle of his back, holding him down. This time something enormous poked at his rear, and Deki knew that the Beast was about to rape him.
He screamed as the Beast entered him, the creature thrusting forth in short, sharp motions, managing to cram a few more inches of its enormous member inside Deki upon each thrust. It was nothing like the tail, which had at least widened gradually the further it was pressed inside him. This was a large, thick cylinder, pressing into him all at once. He couldn’t help screaming at each thrust, tasting the dirt of the cave floor against his tongue as his head was mashed against the ground. His anus burned and widened and Deki wondered if his hips would crack and split in two. He wondered if the Beast would stop even if they did.
He was definitely bleeding; his anus felt slick with the blood. The lubrication was small comfort as the Beast finally finished seating itself inside Deki and began to thrust. The member was not even entirely inside, but it seemed as though it could not be pressed any further. Or perhaps the demon simply didn’t want to bother trying the whole thing that day.
Deki whimpered and cried as the Beast’s hips rocked back and forth, spearing Deki on the end of the enormous member. The thrusts were harsh and forceful, and more than once Deki nearly blacked out from the pain. An eternity it seemed to go on, the ruthless pounding of the Beast’s cock into his anus, until finally he felt the thick flood of semen rush into him, widening him further through sheer volume and seeping out of his asshole around the Beast’s member. He gasped as the Beast withdrew in one rough motion, leaving Deki suddenly empty.
Deki lifted his head weakly to look behind him to where the Beast had already lost interest and wandered towards the mouth of the cave. His ass was a mess, covered in a frothy paste of the Beast’s semen and his own blood. Deki let his head fall back to the soil, tears seeping into the dirt. His only consolation was the thought of his own death.
And then he remembered that it was generally years before the Beast returned to the village for its next victim, and he wept bitterly and angrily indeed.