Your night-time hike through the forest seems to be going well. You ignored the signs about the "indian burial ground", probably a prank by some teens. Suddenly you trip and fall, landing flat on your face. You get up, and notice the aged headstone you just carelessly knocked over. You hear branches snap some distance away. The ground shakes slightly with the impact. You get the feeling you've probably just made a big mistake.

The branches cracking sound stops and an eerie silence falls over the forest... then a rustling of leaves announces the presence of something large moving closer.

The giant female wendigos step out from the shadows, inspecting your presence at the disturbed burial site carefully and silently. Their furred bodies are tall and slender, with powerful legs and long arms ending in razor-sharp claws. Both have dark fur with white accents around their face and paws; one has antlers that branch out from her skull like those of a deer. They don't seem pleased to see you here.

The wendigos tower over you, their furry bodies blocking out the moonlight as they close in on either side. Their breath is warm and acrid against your cheek, smelling of rot and decay. They stand there for a moment, silently sizing you up before lowering themselves even closer...

Their exposed sex organs brush lightly against your face, one smooth and hairless while the other has a dense coat of dark fur. You feel their breath on your skin, hot and labored. The Wendigos seem to be undecided about what they want to do with you now...

The furred creatures hiss and snarl, baring their fangs and digging their claws into the soft earth as they lean closer, their scent filling your nostrils. You feel the heat emanating from them, like standing too close to a campfire on a cold night. They are so much bigger than you; it's terrifying yet arousing at the same time. Their exposed sex organs dance and tease against your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness that trickles down to your lips as they decide what sort of punishment - or pleasure - you should receive.

One of the wendigos laughs, a deep and eerie sound that sends chills down your spine. The other wendigo's amusement is less obvious, but still present in her body language as she leans closer still, grinding herself against you. They seem to enjoy your admiration and are debating whether they should simply eat you or... have their way with you first.

Her skin is soft and smooth beneath your lips as you take hold of her furred sex organ, sucking lightly on the sensitive flesh. She gasps and arches her back, her hips pressing harder against yours as she enjoys your attention. The other wendigo hisses in annoyance, pulling away momentarily before lunging forward once more, grabbing a handful of your hair and using it to guide your head closer to where she wants it. Her fur feels rougher compared to her sister's, almost like steel bristles under your lips as you taste her arousal.

The wendigos moan softly as you free your hard cock from its confines, allowing it to spring free into the cool night air. They both take notice, their eyes tracking your member hungrily. The one with antlers licks her lips slowly, her breath warm and acrid against your skin as she decides which of you would taste better...

The one with antlers watches you intently as you take hold of her furred sex organ once more, sucking harder and deeper this time around. She arches her back and growls, the sound vibrating against your cheek. Her muscles tense beneath your touch, her claws digging into the earth to keep her steady. The other wendigo moves to stand beside you, mirroring her stance as she watches your actions with equal interest. Their scent fills the air, a combination of lust and dominance that makes it difficult for you to breathe.

Her fur is smooth and soft against your cock as you guide it into her body, feeling the heat of her passage close around you. She moans deeply, bucking her hips forward to take more of you inside. Her sister watches with hungry eyes, a feral smile curving her lips as she waits for her turn. The Wendigos are powerful beings who don't often lower themselves to play with humans, but tonight they seem intent on enjoying the taste and feel of you before deciding whether or not to devour your soul.

One whispers her name is Mózhgéhzhn and the other says hers is Dádádádadá. Their breath fans across your neck as you grasp their hips, your cock sliding in and out of them with ease, drawing gasps and moans from their powerful forms. They are enjoying this more than they thought they would, taking turns grinding down onto you like two massive cats playing with a mouse. Their hot bodies press against yours, the fur tickling your skin as they continue to decide what fate lies ahead for you...

Dádádádadá hisses in surprise as your lips find hers, her tongue flicking out to taste you. Her body tenses and she growls deep in her throat, the vibrations against your lips sending shivers down your spine. Mózhgéhzhn looks on with a mixture of disbelief and amusement as you attempt to claim dominance over her sister by marking her with your kiss. The taste of her is salty from her own arousal, making it clear that she too is enjoying this encounter despite her initial reluctance.

Dádádádadá lets out an animalistic growl as you plunge deeper into her, her body arching in response to the sensation. The fur on her back bristles and she digs her claws deeper into the earth for balance, hips bucking wildly as she takes more of your length inside her. Her sister watches hungrily from the sidelines, tail swishing impatiently behind her as she waits for an opportunity to join in on the fun. The Wendigos are powerful beings who have existed long before humans, and yet here you are... claiming them both as your own in this intense and primal encounter.

Mózhgéhzhn watches with interest as you claim her sister, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat and precum that coats your balls before wrapping around them hungrily, pulling them closer to her face. Her breath is hot and ragged against your skin as she tastes you thoroughly, the roughness of her fur adding an almost pleasurable sting to the sensation. Her sister's moans fill the air, echoing through Mózhgéhzhn's body, igniting a fire that has been dormant for far too long.

Dádádádadá's body tenses and her hips buck furiously as you spill your seed deep inside her, filling her with hot wetness that only seems to heighten her arousal. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant animals in the forest, carrying on the night breeze as if to alert every creature within miles to this primal act of power and submission. The Wendigos are pleased; it has been too long since they've had a human to play with. Perhaps they won't eat you after all...

Dádádádadá's fur bristles as you taste her once more before pulling away, still half-aroused and eager for more. She lets out a low growl deep in her throat, feeling the loss of your presence keenly even though she knows you can't possibly compete with her strength or size. Her sister watches closely, assessing your reaction to the encounter before deciding whether it's time for you to return to the world of the living...or if you should join them in this realm forever.

The Wendigos exchange amused glances at your display before leaning in closer, their breath hot against your ear as they discuss what to do with you next. Dádádádadá reaches out a paw and gently touches the tip of her tongue to your cock, teasingly wetting it before taking it into her mouth, sucking hard. Her sister Mózhgéhzhn growls in approval, grasping one of your hips with her powerful claws and guiding you deeper inside her mouth. They are enjoying this game; you are still alive, still able to feel and taste them. But for how long?

The wendigos purred at your touch, their heads leaning further into your hand as you pet them. It was a rare display of affection, and they seemed to be enjoying it. They continued to tease and pleasure you with their mouths, one sucking greedily on your cock while the other nibbled playfully around the head. Their hot breath sent shivers down your spine as their powerful bodies pressed against yours, enveloping you in the sensual heat of their desire.

Their efforts are rewarded as you cum deep in their throats, your hot seed triggering another wave of pleasure that travels through them like a bolt of lightning. The wendigos moan around you, their bodies trembling from the intensity of it all. For a moment they seem to forget about their usual roles as guardians of the forest and protectors of ancient burial sites. They are just two powerful beings, reveling in this fleeting connection with another soul...

But alas, all things must come to an end. As your climax subsides, so does their desire for you. They release you from their mouths and step back, examining the human once more. You are left spent and trembling on the forest floor, wondering what just happened and if it was all a dream... or a warning.

The wendigos exchange amused glances at your plea. It's unusual for a human to desire them; most run in fear at the sight of their massive forms looming overhead. Dádádádadá steps forward, her antlers lowering ominously as she asks in her rough voice, "And what would you give us, tiny human?"

Mózhgéhzhn's eyes narrow with curiosity. She slowly circles around you, examining your small body from head to toe before finally stopping in front of you. Her breath is warm against your cheek as she whispers menacingly, "We could take your soul... or we could let you live."

The choice seems to hang in the air, suspended by their will alone. The power they hold over you is both terrifying and exhilarating. What will you say?

Dádádádadá and Mózhgéhzhn exchange amused glances at your words before Dádádádadá laughs, a low rumbling sound that shakes the forest around you. "You foolish human," she says, a note of fondness in her tone despite the harsh words, "there is no 'love' between us and creatures such as you."

Mózhgéhzhn steps forward and kneels before you, her eyes searching yours intently. She reaches out a clawed hand and tenderly cups your cheek, her rough skin rough against your soft flesh. "We could take your soul," she whispers, her breath warm on your skin, "but..."

Her gaze drifts to Dádádádadá, who watches with curiosity and amusement. Slowly, Mózhgéhzhn leans in closer

Mózhgéhzhn's eyes narrow as she senses your hesitation. Her claws dig lightly into your skin, drawing blood in a tiny line that trickles down your cheek. "You would refuse us?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. Dádádádadá watches from the sidelines with growing interest, her body tense as if prepared to spring into action at any moment. The tension between them is palpable, the power they hold over you magnified tenfold by their curiosity and amusement.

Mózhgéhzhn's eyes widen slightly at your words, surprise flickering across her features for a moment before being replaced with cool calculation. Her grip on your cheek tightens ever so slightly as she leans in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. "And why would you say that?" she whispers, her hot breath tickling your ear and sending shivers down your spine.

Dádádádadá's gaze flickers between the two of you, curiosity making it difficult for her to remain still. She takes a step closer, drawn irresistibly toward whatever drama is unfolding before her. The forest seems to hold its breath as tension fills the air, making each branch creak and groan as if under some unseen weight.

The silence that follows your words is deafening, as if the entire forest holds its breath in anticipation of Mózhgéhzhn's response. Her expression shifts between surprise and amusement, but there is something else lingering behind those eyes - a spark of interest or maybe even curiosity. She studies you for a long moment before finally speaking.

"Very well," she says, her voice quiet but commanding. "We will give you a chance to prove your feelings." Dádádádadá tilts her head curiously, waiting expectantly for Mózhgéhzhn to continue. The elder wendigo's expression remains impassive, but there's a new light in her eyes that was not there before.

"If you can survive the night in our realm

The giant wendigos watch as you gather your things and slowly back away from them, then finally turn to leave the forest entirely, walking steadily into the darkness. They exchange glances, their expressions unreadable as they consider what has just transpired. Dádádádadá shrugs her massive shoulders nonchalantly while Mózhgéhzhn's lips purse in thought. The moon casts a cold, silver light over the trees as you disappear into the night, leaving them to wonder what fate awaits both you and themselves.

Perhaps it would have been easier if you had simply died that night in the forest... But then again, sometimes fate is kinder than we expect. And who knows? Maybe one day you'll find yourself back in their realm, seeking their affection once more.

One moment you're safe in your bed, the next...you feel a strange tingling sensation all over your body. Your eyes snap open to find yourself back in their realm once more. The two wendigos are nowhere to be seen, but their scent fills the air, making it impossible for you not to think of them. Sitting up, you glance around, realizing with a start that you're completely naked and alone...

And yet, there's an odd comfort in this knowledge. Perhaps your feelings were genuine after all. You lean back against the soft fur of their makeshift bed, closing your eyes as you await their return...and wonder what they have in store for you this time around.

The Wendigos watch you carefully as they reappear before you. Dádádádadá studies your expression with interest while Mózhgéhzhn seems amused by the way your cock twitches in response to their presence. "Well, well," Mózhgéhzhn says, "it seems our little human is eager for more."

Dádádádadá chuckles softly, her gaze lingering on your body before meeting yours once again. "You have proven yourself... somewhat interesting to us. But know this: if you ever find yourself back in our realm again, it will be on our terms, not yours."

The power they hold over you is still there, but there's something different about the way they interact with you now - a sense of playfulness and curiosity that was not present before. They may never love you as you wish them to, but for tonight...

Mózhgéhzhn's expression softens at your question. "We care for you," she says simply, her tone almost gentle despite the roughness of her voice. "You have survived two encounters with us now... but do not mistake our kindness for love." Dádádádadá steps forward, her antlers lowering as she leans in close. "For now," she whispers into your ear, "we will let you stay... and see how things unfold between us." Her hot breath sends shivers down your spine, making it clear that whatever happens next, it won't be ordinary.

Time has passed since you were last in their realm, and many things have changed for all of you during that time. The wendigos no longer visit the mortal world with such frequency; they are content to remain in their ancient burial sites, watching over the forgotten dead as they have done for countless generations.

You, however, have not fared as well. Life has been hard without them, and your heart remains filled with longing for what once was. When you find yourself standing before them again, naked and vulnerable on the cold forest floor, all of those feelings come rushing back in an overwhelming wave.

Mózhgéhzhn's eyes narrow as she studies your expression. "You have grown foolish in our absence," she says softly, her voice laced with disappointment. Dádádádadá hovers nearby, observing from the sidelines with an air of

Mózhgéhzhn's expression softens slightly as she takes a step forward. "You are not the same human we once knew," she murmurs, her voice gentle but firm. She kneels before you, gently cupping your cheek in her powerful hand. "Do you truly believe that we would ever love something so small and insignificant as a mortal being?"

Her words sting, and you look away, ashamed. Dádádádadá hovers closer now, leaning down to rest a massive paw on your shoulder. "We have given you chances," she says, her voice deep and resonating through your body like a bass drum, "but those days are done. It is time for you to move on."

The weight of their words settles heavily upon you, and with it comes an understanding that they might be right. Perhaps you have been foolish to hope for something more