Content Warning: sex pollen, plant sex, temporary mind break, noncon, compulsive breeding, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, unnatural pregnancy, labor/birth, transformed genitalia, cervix penetration, giant dick, accidental incest (father/son)
It'd been a long time since Alaric's son, Hawk, had returned home to their barony and the aging lord was looking forward to seeing the boy again.
Not that he was a boy at all, these days- he'd grown into a fine man fit to inherit their family's lands in the years since Alaric and his wife, Ella, had sent their child off to become a knight's page. In retrospect, Alaric regretted not spending more time with Hawk in his youth but things had been hectic in the barony after he'd inherited the title from his own father and he'd had little time to spare for his only son.
Truth be told, the baron hardly knew the man his son had grown into thanks to his being so long away as a page, then a squire, and now, at last, a knight. Hawk had been knighted in the wake of a particularly vicious border incursion by an orcish warband where he'd proved himself by taking down their leader single-handed.
The family was all very proud and now Hawk was home at last with the intent of staying there for some time in the wake of his noble victory.
With things more settled around the barony now, Alaric intended to take some time to finally get to know the man his son had grown into, and so they found themselves on a day hunting trip at the edge of the forest a few miles from their castle.
"We'll not go too far in," Alaric said as they both dismounted from their horses and tethered them near a gently babbling brook that wove between the trees. "But like as not we should be able to come across a deer or at least some rabbits here at the fringe."
"Nanny used to tell such tales of these woods when I was little," Hawk mused while he strung his bow and checked his quiver before taking a good look around. "I was terrified of coming in here as a boy."
Just under six foot tall, Hawk was a powerfully muscled young man in his early twenties with fair skin left freckled by the sun and his mother's golden hair. Alaric had heard his son drew the eyes of women wherever he went and it was no wonder given his handsome features and lively green eyes. He looked a great deal like his mother at a glance but the boy had undeniably inherited his father's strong jawline and heavy brow.
"She was a wise woman, God rest her soul," Alaric replied as he did the same. "You'd do well to mind her words even now-- these woods may fall within our border but the deepest parts of them pay no heed to the laws of man or God," he warned.
"You'll not find me so easily frightened now that I'm grown, Father," Hawk replied with an amused huff. It was obvious he did not take the older man seriously but Alaric knew only experience would teach the boy his folly, though he would do everything he could to avoid that given the opportunity.
They started off into the woods, bows at the ready and eyes on the lookout for prey, and while Hawk lead the way Alaric had no trouble keeping up. Despite being well into his forties now, the man still had a few inches on his son in height and plenty of muscle to spare. While he'd never pursued a knighthood, Alaric was well learned in the sword arts and kept an active lifestyle that left him much more fit than most lords his age. He'd overheard more than one visiting noble lady tell his wife, Ella, how envious they were of her handsome husband with his broad shoulders, trim waist, and handsome face. Unlike his son, Alaric had dark brown hair that was starting to go gray at the temples, lending him a distinguished air only enhanced by his thick, salt-and-pepper beard.
"There! Just ahead," Hawk called quietly to his father and Alaric followed his gaze to see a stag striding gracefully between two great oaks in the distance.
It wasn't just any stag, however, it was pale as moonlight and larger than any either man had ever laid eyes on.
"What a trophy it will make!" Hawk said, eyes bright with excitement as he put an arrow to his bow and drew the string back to his ear.
Alarmed, Alaric grabbed his son's arm. "Leave it, fool of a boy! That's no natural stag-- we've come too far into the woods!"
While Alaric had never seen the white stag before himself, he'd been raised on stories of the creature that claimed it was intelligent as any man. His huntsman, Connell, swore the stories were true as well and none came and went so freely from the woods as him.
The string slipped from Hawk's fingers when his father grabbed him and his shot went wide so his arrow thudded into the trunk of an oak rather than the heart of the fantastical beast. Startled, the buck sprang away, sunlight glittering off its silvery pelt as it fled.
Irritated, Hawk swore under his breath and shook off his father so he could give chase.
"Hawk!" the baron called, then ran after the boy, less afraid of the stag itself than what might happen to Hawk should his son actually get his hands on the creature.
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The stag moved with a speed and grace Hawk had never witnessed before and his heart soared as he gave chase, heedless of his progress deeper and deeper into the forest he'd been so afraid of as a boy. It was always just out of reach, though, darting around trees and springing over bushes too quickly for the knight to stop and line up a shot with his bow.
Consumed by the thrill of the chase, Hawk didn't notice when he ran through a fairy ring of mushrooms and straight into a field of flowers the likes of which he'd never seen before. Thick, grasping vines lurked beneath the innocent veneer of the lovely blooms and Hawk didn't make it more than a few strides before he stumbled over one and fell.
The flowers erupted in a burst of pollen and pale petals that left Hawk gasping and sneezing on the ground, prey well out of his reach and completely gone from view.
"Damn!" the knight swore between sneezes and tried to get to his feet so he could better catch his breath, but failed, even when his father caught up and lent him a hand.
"Blast this pollen!" Alaric complained as he too caught a lung-full of the stuff and was left a helpless, wheezing mess.
Hawk's body felt heavier with every breath and it wasn't long before he was on his back amongst the flowers, breathing deeply of their intoxicating fumes, head spinning like he'd had too much strong drink while an unbearable heat began to build inside of him.
"
Hot
," his father groaned from somewhere nearby. "It's too bloody hot!"
The knight agreed but couldn't get the words out. Instead, he fumbled thoughtlessly free of his tunic, shirt, and breeches until he lay blessedly bare under the clear sky, cool afternoon breeze taking the edge off the heat, but only just. He had begun to sweat, chest heaving as he panted for breath while the heat spread to his nethers and left his cock standing painfully at attention like the mast of a ship at sea.
