AN/ Update more often. It is motivation to keep writing.

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Chapter 12: The Path Before Me

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The Tree-Men never let up their attacks. Their dirty little bodies fell from the sky like rain 3-4 times a day. They came in waves, mindlessly and relentlessly. They did not learn from the countless thousands I left in my wake.

But I learned.

They were savages, plain and simple. They were pack animals. The males were the warriors, the females, the leaders. They were nomadic and traveled in tribal clans of a few hundred males and a dozen or so females.

I'd been in the middle of slaughtering a clan of the naked little squirrel people when another tribe had attacked from the other side. At first I thought that they had come upon the idea of flanking, but then, they'd attacked the first clan as savagely as they attacked my skins.

They warred with each other constantly, I summarized. The females were difficult to get a hold of. They stayed high in the trees and sent their males down to the ground to fight and die like ants. The matriarchs fled quickly once they ran out of males to throw away with nothing to show.

The bear's skin was too thick to be endangered by the sharp teeth and claws of the tree-men. I kept myself armored at all times and ready for battle at a moment's notice. Vera could smell the tree-men from a few hundred yards away now that she learned their scent.

We all ate well. Tree-man flesh was sweet like fruit in some places. They were even sweeter when slow smoked and rubbed with some of the aromatic herbs that grew in the dense forest.

I had of course practiced warging into them. The Tree-men made easy skins to take. Their minds were simple, instinctual things. They had four real concepts that I could discern. Eat, Sleep, Fuck, and Fight. I'd managed to watch them in their normal behavior through the eyes of a flying lizard.

They ate anything they could get their hands on and moved during the day. As the sun began to set, they began to construct nests in the sheltered branches of the tallest trees. The females would select the males who had brought them the most that day and proceed to breed with them for hours into the night, while the other males watched jealously.

From what I could tell from the minds I assimilated of the Tree-men, they have a primitive language of chirps to signal different actions. "Breed me," and "Food," were the only ones used commonly.

The females birthed litters of 4-6 pretty often it seemed. Tiny young hung from their mother's long matted hair in death-grips, and suckled from one of their six teats almost constantly. They seemed to grow and breed quickly. They died quickly too.

I crushed the minds of around 200 tree-skins a day. I used them to take the edge off the overwhelming numbers of attackers. Most of them died everyday. A few, I kept protected and safe.

As Vera's belly swelled with pregnancy, I had to stop using her hairy little hole for my pleasure, lest I risk cursing my growing young. So I had two options... Fuck one of my bears or...

Fuck a Tree-man female.

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Vera grunted as she scented the first horde of the day fast approaching. I felt the ache in my loins yearning to be released inside my wife. The bulge in her belly had kicked at me the night before, signaling that a soul now inhabited it. I had to stop seeding the mother, lest the soul become corrupted.

I was not used to going without a hole to stick my cock into. The bears were far less desirable than they had been in the days of my youth when I was content to stick my in anything with a heartbeat.

My frustration mounted as the little... Snarks grew near. I expanded my mind to touch the horde as it grew near. I had no choice but to kill these savages until they drowned in blood and keep on killing. They never let up.

My mind stretched to it's limit. I opened my eyes. My tree-skins were all male, and even I shied away from the sin of buggery. I'd had yet to catch a female. I'd had no need. I'd had no need. I felt my groin ache.

Until now.

My skins swung through the vines like fish through the sea. They had an edge over their wild cousins with the little stone tipped spears I made by the dozen. I usually stayed on the defensive, as the Tree-men charged my skins relentlessly. Today, however, I took the fight to them.

As the first ranks of the Snarks came into view, little spears, a little bigger than an arrow, flew with well practiced precision into the leading males' bodies. No two spears were ever thrown at the same target. My handling of their bodies was far more accurate than their original controllers had ever been.

I decimated 300 Snarks in minutes, and kept on charging them. I pressed into the teeming mass of Tree-men in as close to a wedge formation as could be attained in the trees. The females panicked at the unstoppable offensive and screeched the chirps I associated with retreat as loudly as they could.

I wasn't having that today.

The skins piled onto the females like ants on a worm. They screeched in confusion and fear as the males dragged them to the forest floor. they clawed and bit to the best of their ability, but it was useless. 7 females could not contend with 100 males.

I waited on Fang's back as the first females I had laid my human eyes on were dragged before me. They chirped cries of fear as they were made to stand in a line before the defensive circle of bears that guarded Vera and I.

I looked the survivors of their tribe over. They all had squealing young bundled in their hair. A few were dangling with bent and twisted limbs that had been crushed in their mother's struggle. I took the minds of the young as I examined the matriarchs. Two, I crushed the minds of immediately, and had all of the young climb onto their hair.

They were both old and wrinkled. Their six teats sagged and drooped with age. I had them climb up onto the back of one of my bears to feed the young. Two more joined them soon after. They were both too young to show the signs of aging of the first two females, but they were heavily pregnant, and I was curious how fast the Snarks would grow. I'd leave them unfucked until their young were born.

The last three could pass for short humans... in the dark... if you squinted.

I couldn't tell the tree-men apart very well, but one of them appeared to have wider hips and smoother skin than the other two. I had the male Snarks hold her still as I climbed down from Fang's back. I was naked under the steel mail I always wore. I had to lift it up to my waist as I dropped to my knees in the dirt.

I lifted up for a moment and had two males lay under my knees to cushion against the rough roots that lay under me. The smooth skinned female looked over her shoulder and screeched as the males turned her around and bent her over.

Her eyes went wide as I rubbed my hardening cock-head against the hairy cunt lips peeking out from between her legs. She shook with fear as I found the hole at the bottom of her slit. I pushed.

Too tight.

I spit on the head of my cock and put it back at her entrance. I could feel the tight heat as my head slipped in. Her eyes grew to the size of the sour fruit that grew in the trees as I started to slide into her. She howled like she was dying as I sank into her hot little hole like a knife into flesh.

I had the males next to me put the other two females in a similar position as the Snark under me and had a male thrust into them as I hit the back wall of the tiny pussy I impaled. I enjoyed the sensations of all three of the females' grasping holes.

The smooth skinned female under me started to shake as her chirps took on a higher pitch as I stretched her to the limit and then some. I was soon thrusting more than half my cock into the hottest and tightest hole I'd ever felt.

Her chirps got louder as I thrust ever harder, shoving more and more of my cock into her little body. I noticed that she was pushing her ass back at me with every thrust, trying to take me even deeper. Her cunt walls clenched me tightly as she howled like the rabid animal she was as my cock exploded inside of her.

I pulled out of her with a wet sucking pop and had another of the females shoved to the ground before me. I held the new female down at the back of her neck to keep her teeth from reaching me. I gripped my still stiff cock in the other hand and fumbled to find her hole.

I felt heat and thrust in with a jerk of my hips. It was even tighter than the first Snark. The female jerked and squirmed under me as she screeched like a dying animal. I grunted and felt some surprise as I slid all the way in in a single thrust. The female under me stopped breathing as my hips met her ass with a slap.

And then she clenched, hips bucking wildly, as she let out the loudest howl I'd ever heard from one of the tree-men. I glanced down at the ass that took my human cock so smoothly.

Oh...

Wrong hole.

Felt good enough as the female bucked and squealed.

Maybe buggery wasn't that bad.

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I decided to just call them Snarks. They were a similar enough to the stories that it was a simple transition to call them Snarks. They sure as hell weren't smart enough to be the mythical Children of the forest. They were crude and simple savages. With tight cunts.

I quickly became an expert at making stone weapons. Throwing spears and stabbing spears were created anytime I wasn't fighting off a new Snark clan. I lost about as many skins as I captured everyday. I started collecting the best of the females of every clan by improving my tactics.

I started arming the females I captured with small bows, suited to their size. They waited in the highest branches of the trees and rained down hell as the common males died in droves. The females were more intelligent and difficult to control in the mass numbers of male minds I could grip like a vice.

I reached my limit with around 30 females and 500 males. I couldn't split my mind any further without a loss of control. The only minds I didn't control were Vera's and our newborn son, Ven.

Despite the birth of our son, and having access to her cunt once more, I only bred her on occasion. The Snark bitches had far tighter holes to burrow myself into. I spent the next six months bouncing their little bodies up and down on my hard cock as I made my way deeper into the forest, searching for the end.

Smooth gave birth to a litter of 4 Snarks that were a good deal bigger than their usual size. Her captured cousins soon followed suit. I compared the growth of the human/snark hybrids and compared it with the growth of the pure Snark youths.

The hybrids were fully mature after 4 months of rapid growth. The pure Snarks took around 3. They were slightly larger and lighter skinned than the pure specimens, but were just as stupid. I only had one female birthed out of a dozen litters.

She was still half grown, but growing fast. I was weary of breeding her once she reached adult size. I had not heard good things about the products of incest. Perhaps it would be smarter to skip generations before breeding with them again.

The days of constant battles began to blur together.

One day, a massive flying lizard came barreling down through the canopy. I huddled to Fang's back as the... dragon... come straight at me. I didn't have the chance to scream before the winged beast was in my face. My entire life flashed before my eyes.

It was too soon to die... I had so much to do. Why was I even here to be devoured by a dragon. Time stood motionless as I stared into the maw of the beast that would finally put an end to my life.

Then I noticed blood trickling from the edges of it's massive fanged maw. I heard Vera grunt, and the massive winged lizard hit the ground at my feet. Vera's spear protruded from it's still chest. She had impaled it through the heart in the blink of an eye.

"Thanks." I breathed out.

Maybe I should leave something for someone else to explore...