Your longing eats at you as the night progresses. Seconds feeling like hours as your intimate encounter with the Stag replays itself. Your bodies close, your scent mixed with his, just the two of you together. Questions emerging in your mind as your eyes wonder to the sleeping man. Is it so wrong to want him? Is this you that's wanting him or the curse? Does he want you back? Does he actually care for you, or is he just wanting to piss off the king?
You sigh, your eyes closing as you force yourself to sleep. Yet despite your best attempts, sleep eludes you. Your erection rising again as something seems off. At first you check your body for any further changes, only finding yourself to be a bit hairier. Shrugging it off you examine your surroundings, your sights locking on the source of the irritation. The cum stained wall, still wet and radiating Yuriv's scent.
You slowly go to stand, approaching the wall as you do your best to avoid waking Yuriv up. Your footsteps masked as the wall becomes closer and closer. The scent hitting you with full force as you absently grab your dick. Stroking it as pre once again coats your hands.
You stop yourself and think. You just got off but you feel ready to cum again, in fact, you feel like you're full of seed. Your hand grasping at your balls, the pair feeling larger than you remember.
Your cock throbs as need takes over, your strokes intensifying with speed as your limit approaches. Your body looking away from the wall, seed spraying on the floor as you wish to avoid altering Yuriv's pile. Your body calming for a moment, before immediately becoming hot. Your balls once again filling as you're back to rapidly stroking yourself. The curse has made you more virile than a rabbit!
Though while you keep at this display, your body feels much weaker. Your will almost broken as you once again continue marching up to the seed stained wall. Your nose pressing closer as thoughts rapidly push themselves into your mind.
'Just a sniff'
You happily oblige, sniffing the pile. The earthy and primal scent once again hitting you. Sating your addiction as you think of Yuriv. Your eyes glancing at him as you take in the source of this substance. The fit and tall stag whose been the centre of your mind all day. Another thought worms it's way in.
'Just a feel'
A grin on your face now, your hand presses against the rocks. Your finger smearing the juices. Images now emerging of you jerking Yuriv off. The stag grinning as he returns the favour. Your hand on his dick, and his hand on yours. Suddenly, a dangerous idea pops into your head.
'Just a taste'
Your tongue moves closer to the wall. Almost pressing into it as you hear Yuriv shout.
"NO!"
A furred hand grabs you, Yuriv throwing you back. Your body scraping against the hard stone as the stag looks both worried and annoyed. The man tearing off a piece of his shorts as he wipes your fingers clean of his seed.
Your hand now in shared vision as you notice a large amount of fur growing. Your hand overtaken, redefining as it begins to become beastlike. Nails becoming claws, the entire member feeling more flexible and agile, before the changes suddenly stop. Your hand midway through it's alteration as you are thankfully spared from turning into a beast.
"You just lost yourself a day, Nate. If I didn't save you, you'd have had a taste and become a beast."
You feel both ashamed and confused. You gave in to lust and almost lost yourself. But at the same time it felt right, your body craving Yuriv's sweet juices.
"I'm sorry Yuriv, it just felt so good. I needed it, I needed you."
You catch Yuriv smile, but only for a moment. A tent forming in his shorts as he turns away from you.
"Is that you talking, or the curse?"
You think, honestly unsure at this point as you find it hard to distinguish them. Your wants and the curses wants almost intertwined.
"I don't know. I just know I need you."
Yuriv looks back to you, the stag putting on a brave face as he tears off the rest of his shorts, using them to clean the wall.
"I've been alone for a while Nate. I crave you, both because you're a human, and because I want you to be mine. But the life I live is not a good one, and I do not want you to share it if the curse has made you crave me. If you want to be with me Nate, I will let you. But only after you're cured. I need you to be saying this, Not for the curse to be saying it for you."
You think for a moment. Slowly nodding as you distance yourself from Yuriv. the smell dissapearing as you break away from the source. A question forming in your head as you can't help but ask.
"You've been alone for a while right? So, you had friends once?"
Yuriv stops cleaning up his mess, the stag completely stationary as you're worried you've asked the wrong question.
"I did. There was five of us, a band of thieves dedicated to pissing off Riefclaw. We stole prisoners, annoyed guards, gave good food to the labourers. Anything done to ruin him. It was going good, until we were caught."
Yuriv takes a second, muttering to himself before he continues cleaning the cave.
"Guards had surrounded us. The five of us fighting as only I managed to break free. I followed my friends, sticking out of sight as I saw them being led to the castle. The knights forcing them to kneel as Riefclaw stepped forward. That cocky lion grinning as he grabbed his cock. The barbed piece pressing against one of my friends as I watched the man break. His eyes becoming wild as he let the king stuff his mouth."
With the wall clean, Yuriv goes to walk past you. The scent intoxicating you for a moment before he stands at the caves entrance. His story continuing.
"The other three had Knights controlling them. Their bodies pressed against Riefclaw as I saw their will break. Their hands groping the man as they gave into him. My friends and companions nothing more than harem members for the king. Since then I've been working alone. It's a lot easier even if it means I have less friends to fuck."
Yuriv tosses his shorts outside. Returning to you as he roughly grabs your arm. His gaze full of rage, though calming immediately as he holds your hand. Feeling your new fur as he looks increasingly worried.
"You only touched it... We have to hurry Nate, understand?"
You nod, Yuriv once again returning to his spot in the cave as his eyes close. Your desire and lust dieing as the scent is no longer present. Though your eyes still yearning for Yuriv, and your mind picturing him besides you. Eventually you drift off to sleep...