Heroes Wanted! [Commission]
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"See anything?" Boren asked s the party's mage sat cross-legged in front of the fire as the flames danced in bizarre patterns, changing colors as they went.
"You know what, I didn't until just now, but your pestering must have broken my pesky concentration. I see it so clearly now - a thick-headed, muscle-brained cock!" the lapine spat out at the lupine warrior, undeterred by the stature of the towering male who could have carried her around with one arm.
For his part Boren wasn't insulted by her remark. Tria was a gifted sorceress, but the white rabbit's personality took some getting used to. Rabbits tended to be energetic but usually very cheerful, but one look at the furious female with her lips and the pits of her eyes stained black, her long white ears bearing a myriad of mostly sharp piercings and a mages robe substituted by a dress of tight black leather festooned with chains made it clear that anyone calling her a bunny did so at their peril.
"Boren, leave her be, you know she's doing her best..." scolded Holly, albeit softly. Even though the motherly goat shared their sorceress coloring, they were opposites in every other way. Where Tria was lean Holly was lush and stood much taller than the lapine mage even without her stubby horns. The priestess also projected a very soft but subtle sort of authority and could, at times, calm even the moody sorceress.
"Look at it this way Boren - do you want to try facing an actual dragon without the Talismans?" asked the final member of the party, the self-admitted rogue called Reynard. And as much as the wolf liked a challenge, he had to cede the fox this point.
Dragons had been unheard of in ages, and now one had appeared as if out of nowhere, terrorizing kingdoms all around his lair and stealing women when they failed to offer them up as sacrifice. The reward for his demise grew every week, but so far none of the adventuring parties sent to cow the black beast had been successful, and none of the females in those parties had returned.
For all their successes so far, the four of them knew that they'd need something as legendary as dragons themselves. The last time an unstoppable dark cabal had troubled the land four heroes had answered the call for help. They came from the four corners of the world, each one bearing a mighty Talisman of their people.
Two of them were tied to fertility - one masculine and one feminine. The third endowed the bearer with power born of unquenchable lust, and the fourth granted the power to inspire lust in others. Thus armed those mythic heroes had accomplished what force and might had failed, and ever since then when heroes and villains faced off it wasn't a mere test of power that would leave only one side alive. The world had learned a lesson in different ways of defeating a foe and leaving him cowed...
"Okay, I see the first one. Good news is it isn't far..." Tria sad, releasing the flames to once again dance in the manner of a conventional campfire. "Good news is we're fairly close..."
"...and the bad news?" asked Reynard tentatively.
"The bad news is we're probably gonna have to put up with a lot of bullshit to get it..."
*******
The thing one most often forgets about barbarian chiefs is that they don't grant audiences by appointment. The only way to see one was to either get captured and thrown at his feet like a spoil of war, or to convince the warriors of his tribe that you are mighty enough to deserve to meet him. The party had been forced to lay low a great many roaring, raging minotaurs before they finally relented and escorted them deeper and deeper into their wild encampment. The center pole for the chieftain's tent could have served as a mast for a small ship, and once they saw Khagg the Mighty they realized that the tent was to scale.
Boren was the giant in their party but even without the horns the bull-men stood taller than the lupine warrior, and their chief towered even over the lesser members of his horde. The braziers burning in his tent filled the air with both heat and smoke, but it still wasn't enough to mask the more telling scents - the rut of a male, the sweat scent of wild coupling... even the scent of fresh milk reached the party's noses, and little wonder. Khagg had several of his harem attending him, the cows all bearing body-paint on their swollen bellies, the already heavy breasts resting on the baby-bulges as pearly beads coalesced on thick brown nipples. One of them was even now serving her chief, bent over the sitting minotaur and holding on to his enormous horns for support. Khagg had one beefy hand on the cow's back, pressing her chest against his face and looking as if he was draining a horn of mead and gulping lustily as the minotaur femme whimpered form the force of his feeding.
"So, these are the ones you judged worthy?" the chieftain asked, his voice rumbling from his barrel chest as he wiped his muzzle and smacked the bountiful behind of the cow attending him, the buxom bovine crying out before kneeling on an animal pelt beside her mate and ruler. "So, which one of you will it be to challenge the great Khagg?" he said, sneering as he let his eye wonder over the party before letting it settle on Boren, figuring it was pretty obvious which one of them stood any hope of besting him. And the great Khagg was as shocked as everyone else when the wolf opened his muzzle to answer only to have Holly beat him to it.
"I will." The priestess replied, her voice steady even though the great bull was easily the biggest male she'd ever seen. In more ways than one, judging by the bulge his loincloth failed to hide. His reply was a great bellowing of laughter, but when Holly remained undaunted by it he addressed her.
"The great Khagg does not fight women. If you want me to lay hands on that soft body of yours you needn't challenge me. Just drop to your knees and lift that puff of a tail when I tell you, but think hard before you do. A chief doesn't make love like you city-born softlings do. A chief like me ruts, and shows no mercy because he has none. If you offer your cunt up to me I'll take it any way I please, no matter how much you cry, squeal or scream."
"Holly, maybe just let Boren..." Reynard began, but Holly remained undeterred, politely shrugging off the fox's restraining hand from her shoulder before addressing the mighty barbarian.
"If you do not fight women, let mating be the challenge. We will couple... or rut if you prefer... over and over until one of us is exhausted, leaving the other as the winner. Now, about our boon, should I win..."
"Don't bother, it's always the same one: leave our lands, don't devour our crops, or burn our holdfasts, or steal our wives and daughters only to send them back leaking bull-cum. Fear not, if you win we'll..."
"...make me a gift of the torc you wear on your right arm." The alabaster goat finished for him, a dead silence following her words.
"Do you think this some common ornament you fat-titted slut? This is the torc borne by the chiefs of this tribe from time before even the elders can recall. Never has anyone dared ask..."
"...yet we can _ask_for anything as our prize? And after all, you've never been beaten, let alone by a woman, so why worry?" she said, the her calm and composure seeming to further infuriate the minotaur. His heavy wooden chair creaked as he stood up, a rising mountain of muscle crowned by a pair of horns that looked like they could have gored a dragon.
"Fine. But know this woman - for daring to ask such a boon of me I will take you as I have never taken a mate. All those whimpering, squealing cunts thrown at my hooves in the hopes of winning my favor will count themselves lucky they didn't get fucked the way you were. I don't care if you beg, I don't care if you cry, I won't even care if you pass out. I will use you until I decide I'm done, and then I'll let your friends carry your cum-bloated ass away. You won't be leaving here with my torc you dumb cunt, but I will give you a calf or two to remember me by..."
"Then we are agreed..." Holly said, keeping her voice steady even though the bulk of the minotaur looming at almost twice her height was daunting. But as she shrugged her robe off and began to chant in the secret tongue of her faith she felt the presence of her goddess and knew the Great Mother would guide her safely through this trail.
"What's she doing?" asked Khagg as a pair of his cows began to undo the ties of his loincloth, removing it to reveal a red tip already eliding out of an obscenely thick sheath with two enormous orbs dangling under the bovine rod.
"Praying..." Tria said, taking Holly's robe. Serving a fertility deity meant her garment wasn't made to hide the she-goats nubile form - it left her back bare, the fabric starting only under her tail, and the two high slits on either side did a poor job of concealing the thick, shapely legs that carried the full figure around with such grace. But without anything to hide the swell of her child-bearing hips or to hold her full, round breasts up, Holly was a sight to leave even the ravenous Khagg speechless.
And while Holly trusted her goddess to prepare her, Khagg was happy to let his cows do it for him. The sight of the nubile priestess chanting softly while she ran her hands over pristine fur and mouth-watering curves was getting him excited, his bovine shaft sliding out as two minotaur femmes pressed their breasts on either side of it, smothering the throbbing rod in cleavages that would have been enough to swallow most manhoods whole.
Holly wasn't deterred by the sight of the mammoth erection being polished by the two adoring cows, or the hard mountain of a male it belonged to. Khagg was a rarely virile male, and specimens like him should be a blessing upon the world rather than a bane. The aggression that fueled his spirit no doubt served him well on the battlefield but he would need to be taught a gentler way was best taken when mating. She finished her prayer with one hand on her plush belly and another between her shapely thighs, shuddering as she felt her fingers tingle against plump lips dripping in anticipation. What was to come would be a test of both her faith and endurance, but the notion of breeding with this bull was enough to make her pulse quicken and her breathing grow shallow.
As the bovine behemoth took a step towards her she did the same, while the others moved to a respectful distance but remained in the tent to witness the debauched challenge. She noticed that while the hooves of the minotaurs had stamped the ground flat, the spot where she and Khagg met was uneven and deeply rutted. She could make out prints of enormous hooves as well as smaller footprints, even gouges made by fingers, possibly of someone trying to crawl away. He comes enough to soak the soil into mud... she thought to herself, and one look at the sack swinging between the bull's legs made the notion believable.
After giving her a ravenous look, the mighty bull wrapped his hard-nailed hands around her, girdling her waist with his grip. And if that surprised the priestess, she was shocked when the minotaur actually lifted her off her dainty hooves, the muscles along his tree-trunk arms bunching as he hefted the generously proportioned she-goat.
Holly looked down at her fate - the glistening red shaft of a breeding-bull of rare size. The thing was smooth, slightly curved and tapered at the end, but she wasn't sure that she'd be able to close her fist even around the relatively slender tip. And she was sure she wouldn't get the chance to try. It wasn't her hand the bull was staring at, the gold ring in his nose glinting as he stared at the caprine sex, a plump, pink pair of soft glistening lips now less than a foot from the tip of his cock.
Holly was sure that without the coal-burning braziers in the tent the bestial shaft would have been steaming, and her suspicion was confirmed when the hot tip of the bovine beast touched her lips, wedging between them as Khagg leered. With his tip caught by the plump pink sex the bull let her weight push her down, her folds parting as the velvety softness parted around a rod so hard it could have been confused for hot iron if not for the pulse and throb of the mighty chieftains heartbeat running along it.
Holly threw her head back and moaned, her legs quivering in empty air as the bull pushed in deeper and deeper, filling her in a way few males had done since the days when she was still a novice, a waifish young thing barely into womanhood but still eager to serve the Great Mother. A male like this would have broken her back then, but her faith was strong and the body the minotaur was holding had grown under the guidance of her goddess, shaped into an alluring and life-giving form.
Every inch of the bull spread her lips further until the slit became a ring of rosy flesh wrapped tight around the barbarian's girth, but soon enough that delicate ring was kissing the fine fur of the minotaur's sheath, his entire length buried so deep in her she could feel that tapered tip pushing against her cervix as if it not only wanted to flood her womb but to breach it like a bellowing berserker bursting through a bared door.
Khagg snorted in grudging approval, but both his pride and his lust moved him as he tightened his grip on the motherly goat's waist, withdrawing as much of his shaft as he could before driving every last inch in. He let Holly fall down to meet his thrust, and true to his warning it had been savage enough to fill the tent with the sound of meat hitting meat. Most women, even the buxom cows of his harem would have screamed at that, but the soft whimper that got past Holly's lips seemed to infuriate the mountains male.
His rhythm was so savage, so merciless that even his own tribesmen were left staring in awe, the heavy bovine sack swinging with enough force to slap the plush white behind of the female being impaled over and over. If not for her Goddess' blessing, Holly knew she'd be in trouble, but the healing nurturing magic of the Great Mother flowed through her, and she felt no pain but that which served to spice the pleasure. The mighty chieftain hadn't been bragging, and as the shaft plunged into her over and over and as the hard body slammed against her soft curves she appreciated the fact that this was a male of rare potency. Her hands reached out and she grabbed the tips of the bull's horns to hold herself steady, even though the drip around her waist seemed strong. The minotaur rutting her seemed amused by her attempt to literally grab the bull by the horns even though she could do little but endure the ride.
"Mnghhh, that's a nice deep cunt you have slut. Don't know what you've been taking, but after today you'll be bending over for plow horses, and even they won't be enough..." the bull growled, barely breathing hard in spite of the force with which he was fucking the goat impaled on his shaft.
Holly made no reply, at least not in words, but she was far from silent. Her muzzle was parted as she gasped and moaned, sounding like she was in enjoying a vigorous romp with her favorite lover rather than a merciless rutting at the hands of a cruel savage. The minotaur was obviously used to less musical sounds from the females he took, and every buck of his hips seemed to be trying to coax a scream or a whimper from the buxom goat.
And nobody looking at the pair (the way everyone who could fit in the tent was) could deny the brutality of the mating. Every time Holly's rear met Khagg's hips the smack rang out in the tent and ripples ran along the thick white thighs and bouncy behind of the impaled priestess, her breasts bouncing wildly on her heaving chest and her lips remained wrapped tight around the red rod plunging over and over into her.
"Your tits are almost as good as a cows. They'll look even better when they swell up and you're leaking milk while you rub your slit and remember who bred you..." growled the bull, admiring the way the priestess' curvy body rippled with every impact of a hard body against a soft one.
And why Holly was by no means silent, the white-furred cleric didn't say a word in reply, choosing to answer the mighty chieftain's obscene taunts with gasps and moans. They were the sort of noises to drive any male wild, but it wasn't the lilting cries of ecstasy that drove the minotaur on to even greater feats of brutality. It was obvious the bull had been expecting the pale priestess to scream in both arousal and agony by now as he bounced her up and down on his swollen cock with bruising force. The cows of his harem were even sturdier than this soft city-dwelling goat but even one of them would have been in tears by now, squealing as her chief took her as he pleased.
"Don't think I'm stopping at one slut. I'll rut you raw for as long as I like, and by the time I'm done you'll look like you're ready to pop out a calf. And then I'll slide this under that little tail of yours and start all over again!" he said, knowing there was no way he could put off his body's demands much longer.
This whore in a cleric's robes was the best cunt he'd had in a while, soft and curvy but built well enough not only to withstand his rutting but also enjoy it! Every sound that came from her mouth seemed to beg him to breed her, and the plump pussy he was slamming into seemed to cling to every inch he pumped in and out of it. When the she-goat three her head back and cried out loud enough for his whole horde to hear he grinned, feeling the already snug sex begin too pulse and clench, trying to coax him into breeding the female foolish enough to challenge him. And while he was deaf to most pleas, he was happy to heed this one, giving the matronly priestess a few more savage thrusts before letting her weigh bear her down until every last inch of him was buried in her quivering cunt ant the bruised folds were wrapped around the girthy base of his manhood. He heard her gasp and saw her long ears twirl as she felt the first jet of his seed surge into her womb, the meaty spire hilted in her throbbing as it flooded with everything a breeding bull like him had to give.
She gasped in time to every spray of cum, her breath hot and her nipples as hard as the cock planting a calf in her. When he was done he pulled her off his shaft with a slurp, dropping her on her hooves and looking surprised when she remained standing. And he looked shocked when the goat merely took a few steadying breaths before turning around and getting on all fours, smiling as she looked over one shoulder and raised her tail, showing everyone how much Khagg had pumped into her and how eager she was for more.
Holly did her best not to giggle at the minotaur chief's stupefied expression, knowing that he had every right to be confused. What he'd done to her had been brutal, but mating was an act sacred to her Goddess, and while she pursued it the Great Mother wouldn't let her servant come to harm. But confusion aside it didn't take Khagg long to accept her silent challenge, nor did she doubt he would. Hands that could crush skulls landed on her alabaster ass with a loud smack, and Holly cried out at the thrill of it. While every lover she took, male or female instantly became enamored with her shapely behind, but even for the big boys it proved a bit too much of a handful.
The bovine behemoth didn't have that problem and his fingers were like iron as they dug unto her soft cheeks, his thumbs spreading her open for the still glistening bovine rod. Khagg's strength was living up to its legend, and even with her Goddess' blessing it was all Holly could do to keep herself from getting her face knocked down into the dirt. The minotaur attacked her with the same ferocity, the same obscene remarks and lewd taunts, but this time Holly was speaking back. She kept pleading with him, just as he'd predicted, but she was begging for more, for him to go harder, faster, for him to make sure she left here with a foal.
The bull responded to her begging the same way hot coals respond to a bellows, savagely riding her until Holly's breasts shook wildly under her. He moved his grip to her waist, and without his hands mauling them her cheeks rippled like a stormy sea as the hard bovine body was driven into her with alarming force, the smack of flesh hitting flesh joined by the even more debauched noise of a load of bovine spunk being churned out of her.
The bull had managed to fuck her through two orgasms before spending himself inside her, and Holly had savored each one before getting down on the ground and rolling over on her back. Khagg was furious to see her still waiting for more, spreading her legs wide and sheathing himself back in her. There was no talking this time as the mighty chief bred her, muscles and veins sticking out under his hide as if they were trying to burst out from under it and flecks of foam flying from his muzzle as he bred her like a crazed beast.
After he came he didn't even bother pulling out, his eyes glazed with a mad look as he rolled her onto her side, laid one shapely leg against his chest and continued to rut her. He'd bellowed like a beast while he rutted her, and by the time he was done his massive chest was heaving but Holly's eyes still held the twinkle of a challenge.
Even though his cum-slicked shaft was as hard as steel the bull seemed to be reaching the end of his strength, and so didn't protest when Holly tactfully asked if he could lie on his back so she could ride his mighty shaft. He managed a groan as she sank down, but there were no more taunts, no more growls, nothing but stunned awe as he watched the female who should have been rutted to within an inch of her life smiled warmly, grinding her childbearing hips against his crotch before beginning to gently ride the prone bull.
"There, now what's wrong with this, hmm? A big brute like you doesn't need to prove he's stronger than a female, does he? And you certainly don't have to force yourself on them! A magnificent bull like you could have women of all kinds flocking to him if you didn't put so much effort into scaring and hurting them."
The minotaur under her made no reply other than to move his hands to her hips. But this time he wasn't gripping them so hard his fingers dug into her flesh, nor was he trying to drive her down onto him. He was just holding her while letting the buxom priestess polish his length, rising and falling in a slow but steady rhythm.
"Nice isn't it? Girls like it hard every now and again, always a thrill to see how strong your mate really is... but see how enjoyable it could be to let a woman take care of you? When you let her be a lover and not just a tight hole for you to fuck..." she cooed, getting a nod from the bull who was still trying to get his breath back.
And she wasn't making it easy for him. Her back arched back and forth, her flared hips rising and falling as the motion stirred the mess he'd left in her. She ran her hands across his craggy chest, admiring the sheer power of the male now lying under her, accepting everything she had to give. The crowd was watching with mouths agape and loincloths tempted, and she giggled as she imagined just how many calf would be conceived tonight as the cows and bulls watching this snuck off to sate their urges. That though made her pick up speed, and soon enough she was bouncing up and down on Khagg, feeling the tell-tale twitches of the enormous shaft poking around inside her.
"You've really exhausted yourself you know... here." She said, bending over and pulling on one of his enormous horns until his muzzle was nuzzling her breasts. It took a moment for the fearsome minotaur to latch on to a hard nipple, and Holly moaned out as he began to gently suckle on her pillowy breast. She was getting close herself and she knew just what it would take to push her over the edge.
"Good boy. Now cum for mommy..."
*******
"I don't think you're going to have much luck with that..." Reynard said tactfully as the naked goat huffed and strained.
"I've heard you the first time, and while I respect -mpfh!- your opinion I still want to..." Holy insisted, gripping the two wend of the torc so hard she was wondering if she'd leave fingerprints in the soft gold.
"C'mon Holly, I might be able to do it but I'm a twig compared to you..." Tria added in an uncharacteristic attempt at diplomacy.
"Look, if this is the female fertility talisman it makes sense it would... ooh, hello!" she quipped when the gold she was gripping seemed to come to life, stretching around her waist and slithering until the two knob-like ends were resting on top of her ovaries.
"Holy shit, it worked!" Tria explained as Holly tried and failed not to look smug.
"See? You just needed to have a little faith. Ooh, it's making me feel all warm down there. Okay, so one down, three to go?"
*******
It was still referred to as just the Arena - an ancient edifice of stone blocks and tall pillars, a massive ring surrounding a stretch of sand that was the arena floor. In ancient times there was a king in these parts who would send the most vicious criminals of his land and the fiercest prisoners captured in battle to fight to the death, providing bloody sport for commoners and nobles alike. But that kingdom fell, borders changed and nobody could lay a firm claim on the stretch of land the great edifice stood on. An enterprising band took it for their own and decided the majestic venue could be used for a different sort of performance, and the new 'fights' drew far greater crowds until the Arena became far famed and out of the reach of any monarch.
The brave and fierce still faced each other, and beasts both wondrous and terrifying, but it was no longer blood that soaked into the thirsty sands, nor was it the thrust of sword or spear that the crowd flocked to see. For instead of taking an opponent's life, the victor would lay claim to their body until they were sated. Apart from the thrill of combat and the sweet embrace of flesh there were riches to be earned, for money poured in with every eager visitor. A small city had sprouted around the great ring of stone, a testament to the success of the circus that had risen out of a killing ground. The party made its way along meandering streets, pushing through a crowd as they made their way past the inns, brothels and impromptu bazaars towards the Challenger's Gate.
"Are you sure about this? You know an Arena Champion has never actually been defeated?" asked Reynard, even though he suspected the lupine warrior was set in his course.
"I've never been this way before..." he replied.
They didn't know who the current Champion was but it was always the one the rest of the fighters acknowledged as the greatest among them. The champion was the one who would respond to the ultimate challenge - a claim to the Titan's Chain. It was the greatest prize, if not the ultimate symbol of the arena itself, available to anyone who could defeat the reigning champion in unarmed combat, a feat yet to be accomplished. But since the chain was one of the four talismans, the party had to get it somehow. Reynard had insisted they tried subterfuge, but Boren was adamant to win it fair and square.
The old one-tucked boar taking the names of the combatants was surprised to hear the wolf issue his challenge, but once he was certain the towering wolf was serious a great commotion spread from around him like the ripples in a pond. They learned challengers had grown scarce in the past years, ever since Talassara Bronzescale was declared champion, and a fight for the Titan's Chain always got the crowd excited. Tria, Holly and Reynard had a ring-side view as Boren's companions, helping the lupine warrior shed his armor and weapons as he walked naked onto the sand, as tradition dictated.
A clamor rose up at the sight of the massive wolf, but not actually a cheer. The packed crowd saved that for their Champion - Talassara Bronzescale. One look at her made it clear why there had been so few challengers of late. The Lamia had a cock-sure look as she slithered forward, gliding effortlessly across the sand despite the bulk of her snake-like lower body. The human half-of her was also imposing, the arms and torso layered with muscles that the coppery skin failed to hide. Even the snake-woman's breasts seemed hard despite their impressive size, the two firm globes capped with brown nipples and each of those pierced with gold, the barbells on each side if the stiff nubs shaped like grinning skulls looking down on the poor soul who dared stand against the looming lamia.
Although impressive, her arms were nowhere near as thick as Boren's, and her shoulders not nearly as wide, but that was not the real threat. The snake-like body trailing behind the warrioress -scaled in shades of bronze and justifying Talassara's name- was the real threat. It was a dozen feet of crushing, muscle, providing the lamia managed to get the lupine warrior in her coils. As she slithered close she stood a head taller than the wolf, and made a point of rising even further as she gloried in the cheers of the crowd gathered to see her break another challenger.
As the fight began she sneered at Boren, her face beautiful in a cruel way, the sharp features accentuated by rust-red hair gathered up in a thick braid that mimicked the snake-like portion of her body. Boren approached carefully, feinting with fist and claw at the human part of her body, the one covered in smooth skin that was more vulnerable that the scale-armored tail. But the snake-woman's reflexes were keener than her size would suggest, and she easily kept her torso out of reach while whipping the heavy tail to knock the wolf off his feet. When he saw that he had no hope of punching or raking the lamia, Boren gave a shrug and bull-rushed her.
Talassara met the charge with a smile, not even bothering to dodge as she let the scaled hips bear the brunt of the wolf's assault. Boren's arms wrapped around the scaled body, his face almost pushing against the reptilian woman's slit as the force and weight of him brought him down on top of her. But Talassara just gave him a hissing snigger as she took advantage and coiled herself around him. And while he did have her in his grip, the tightening of those thick bronze coils was enough to make it clear whose grip was stronger.
"Hmm, I had expected more of you, at least a decent show. But you made a big mistake puppy..." the lamia gloated, squeezing tighter to demonstrate her point. "But don't worry, I'll still give the crowd something to enjoy. Once I squeeze the breath from that barrel chest I'm going to plant my slit on your face and ride your muzzle while the whole arena cheers me on. And when I get bored of that, I'm going to push the tip of my tail under yours." she threatened, smiling with glee was she squeezed a little harder on the hard lupine body trapped in her coils.
"You'll be hard as a rock by then, my honey smeared all over your face and fucking with hat tiny brain of yours. You might cum from having your tail-hole stuffed, the crowd always gets a hoot out of seeing that. You'll be laughed out of the arena, but you'll get to come, at least. Because losers don't get to dip anything other than a tongue in this pussy, and I have no interest in a weakling's cock. I'll send you away with your balls blue and your puppy-pecker hard, and then you'll have to find a whore who can stop laughing at the sight of you long enough to help..."
"No one laughs at me..." the wolf said, his voice deep but labored as the constricting coils left him little room to breathe. The lamia laughed at him then, just to prove her point, a cruel and musical peal that made her opinion of him clear as she slithered along his body until her scaled sex was pressed against his face.
"Take a good look puppy. See the finest pussy your red pecker will never, ever..." she began, her taunt interrupted by a low growl rising from the wolf's chest. The rumble was hard to hear over the roar of the crowd, but with her serpentine body wrapped around the lupine fighter she could feel it - something powerful and almost feral she hadn't expected to hear from a beaten opponent.
The wolf had brought his muzzle closer to her slit, and for a moment she thought he might be considering dipping his tongue in, trying to break her concentration by pleasuring her. A conventional maneuver in this arena, but a hopeless one. Even a fierce orgasm wouldn't make the coils holding him go slack, or Talassara would have been defeated long ago. But instead her just sniffed her, the nostrils flaring as he looked like a wolf sniffing a drop of blood on the ground so that he could catch the scent of the wounded beast that had left it there.
The scent he found seemed to fuel hos growling, and a moment later Talassara was shocked to feel muscles bunching under her own. She tightened her grip, but try as she might the wolf had managed to strain enough to get a few inches of slack. It wouldn't be nearly enough to break free, but to her shock breaking away from her didn't seem to be what the wolf had in mind. One arm won free, muscles bulging like they were about to burst through the grey-furred hide as a clawed hand shot out. The lamia had been sure the wolf was going for her throat, and that this would become a contest of who could make the other pass out from lack of air first, but the gnarled paw settled on her left shoulder. With a firm grip the wolf began to pull himself up along her body, rather than trying to disentangle himself it was slow going, but it served to free his other arm, and with a paw on each shoulder the wolf began to slide further against her.
He still wasn't free because his legs were till firmly trapped, but the snake-woman could feel something dragging up along her ventral scales as fur slid across her bare skin. An arm shot out and an iron-gripped hand fastened on her right shoulder, the growling wolf now dragging himself up until his face was lever with her ripe breasts. When the muzzle opened and fangs flashed she was sure he'd try biting her, a dirty trick to try and get her to let go. Instead the broad lupine tongue shot out, pressing into the firm flesh of her globe as he licked from the underside and across her pierced nipples, the firm pressure of his tongue making the nubs turn as hard as the golden skulls decorating them.
The wolf licked his chops after tasting her, and combined with the now distinct shape of the hard, hot thing she could feel against the scales just below her slit, Talassara knew what the wolf was trying to do. She had to admire him, since very opponent caught in her coils had tried to get away from her, but the lusty lupine was trying to get closer. And while her feminine instincts thrilled at the virility of this male, she was outraged by the idea of getting mounted and bred in _her_arena. Her hands flew towards the wolf's neck, but Boren proved faster, his jaws lunging and fastening around her throat at nearly the same time. But whereas her hands weren't nearly big or strong enough to do much to the wolf's thick neck except try to pull his head away, the jaws clamped around hers were another matter.
He wouldn't dare kill her, because by the rules of the arena his own life would be forfeit. But his teeth weren't as sharp as a feline's, and he could just apply a little more pressure to make her faint, the same way she'd threatened to do to him. She had little doubt what would happen to her if she did, or how the arena would react at the sight of her limp and getting fucked silly by the horny wolf. There was no way for her to stop the tip now dragging along the underside of her slit from slipping in, but she was still far from defeated.
Let the wolf slide in and waste his strength rutting her. She was sure she could take him, and as long as she kept a grip on herself the male would soon spend himself inside her serpentine sex, and while he was still dazed and spurting she'd turn the tables on him. Unwilling to remain docile she arched her back and thrust her hips against him, mashing her finely-scaled slit against the lupine shaft until the tapered end parted her folds and slid in. Her hiss was fierce, a challenge as her body accepted the intrusion even as she accepted this new challenge. The arena had grown hushed when they realized what had just happened, and the noise came back twice as loud when the combatants began to writhe against each other.
The sound of the roaring crown mixed with the rush of blood pounding in Boren's ears, another growl rumbling from his chest as the snake-woman began to squeeze down on him in a new and better way. Her threats of humiliation and frustration had sent him into a rage and the scent of the serpentine sex flaunted in front of his face gave that rage direction. Talassara was still trying to constrict him, but the squeezing of the slick, velvety walls of her sex were an improvement over scaled coils. His cock slid in undeterred, responding to every clench with a flex and a throb as it forced its way deeper into the lamia's body. Her tail was still wrapped around his legs but he didn't care. By the time he was done her whole body would be slack, and before he was done he had no intention of leaving her.
Another buck of his hips drove every last inch of him into the snake's sex, her scaled folds resisting the hard red lump that was his knot before closing around it. The lamia hissed again and acting on instinct began to constrict and squeeze the intruder in her body. It was probably a display of defiance and intimidation, a show of how strong even the supposedly soft parts of her were, but to the growling wolf's mind it felt like an eager bitch trying to hold him in to ensure she took his seed. His jaws went a little slack around her neck but his grip on her tightened as he pulled back, yanking his knot free and earning another hiss from the snake. Her coils had failed to hold him and he was about to show her that the scaled slit had no chance either.
The snake kept hissing as he began to slam his hips against her, pulling as much as her grip on his legs would allow but making up for it with the sheer speed and force of his thrusts. His knot was growing every time he felt the serpent's sex grip it but he was still yanking it out every time he pulled out, the wild cries of the crowd drowning out what he knew would be increasingly wet noises coming from where his cock disappeared over and over into the cleft in those bronze scales. He barely even registered the crowd, or the arena, lost in the near-feral need to dominate and breed this presumptuous female.
*******
"Looks like Talassara finally found her match..." said one of the fighters, with many of his spectating compatriots murmuring in agreements, all of them as hard as the gnoll as they watched the debauched scene.
For the grizzled boar the scene was raising little more than dread. Talassara looked like she might lose, and then he'd be remembered as the Arena master who lost the Titan's Chain. On one hand he knew he couldn't interfere, but the old relic was a lucky token of the Arena. Surely he could just... nudge things in his favor. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he grabbed the gnoll and spoke loud enough to be heard over the crowd, but not loud enough to be overheard.
"Go find Yandara and tell her to get out there with two of her beasts. We'll claim they got loose and she was trying to wrangle them. Go!" he repeated, hoping it would be enough to tip the scales in their favor. From the looks of things, Talassara needed all the help she could get.
*******
As he pumped against her Boren had to respect the snake-woman who'd only recently threatened to humiliate and unman him. Even in the throes of an obvious orgasm her coils remained firm around him, squeezing his legs in time to the reptilian sex squeezing his cock. Each constricting clench of her scaled pussy threatened to catch his knot but borne on the tide of berserker rage the growling lupine managed to tear it free, the lamia hissing every time he did but remaining proud enough not to beg him to be gentle. Out of the corner of one eye he saw a gate open and two lumbering shapes stride out followed by a small but vicious figure. The small black cat cracked her whip and readied her goad but the manticore and the hulking lizardman knew her temper enough not to give her cause to use it. The bestial creatures began to pad closer, the wolven warrior never pausing his rutting as he growled in anger at this obvious breach of the rules of single combat. The crowd seemed to agree judging by the outraged cry that turned to a cheer as another trio stepped onto the sands.
Trusting his companions to guard his back he turned his attention to the writhing snake under him. Talassara's climax hadn't dimed the fire in her eyes, but it had changed the way it glowed. The disdain she'd held for him had faded, but she still saw him as an opponent, albeit one worthy of her. But the tight grip her tail had on him and the way she was writhing and bucking under him made it clear she hadn't yielded, and still intended to try and wrest victory from him. No doubt she was biding her time, waiting for the fierce energy he was spending on every slam into her scaled body to reach its peak, for his own orgasm to daze him and give her a chance to strike. And it wouldn't be far now, with his knot barely tugging out of the scaled slit and his sack aching to release a torrent of lupine seed into this fierce female, claiming her along with the titan's chain.
He tore his eyes away from the sight of the coppery skin now beaded with sweat and those big firm breasts shaking and jumping with every buck of his hips, checking on how the rest of his party was doing. Holly had chosen to block the path of the manticore, chanting as the face that was a fiendish mix of leonine and human stopped snarling, the beasts scorpion tail lowering and its wings folding as it approached the priestess and began to muzzle her breasts. The busty goat petted the monster as if it was an overgrown housecat, and when the beast leapt up and landed with its paws on her shoulders she reached down and began to pump its sheath, cooing to the manticore as the monster began to murr lustily, humping against the priestess' hand.
Tria had dodged several attempts of the lizardman to grab her with darts of its long tongue, summoning up writhing vines from the ground to hold the reptile still. And while the lizardman struggled against the bonds she took a running start and leapt at him, her powerful lapine legs bunching up and launching her at the lizards face. The same legs wrapped around the trapped reptile's neck as the bunny began to fiercely clam her hips against his muzzle. When she threw her head back it was clear that tongue was being put to better use. The beastmistress wasn't faring any better - her goad and whip and indeed most the pieces of her leather armor were scattered on the ground, leaving most of the slinky feline's black fur bared to the crowd. not that she seemed to notice them, with all of her attention focused on the fox behind her as he whispered in her ear, nibbled on her neck and held her close to him. Boren could just make out the red length stuck half-way in the snug feline slit, as well as the way the whimpering cat was pushing back against Reynard as the russet rogue continued to tease her.
The crowd definitely seemed to approve of the way they'd jumped in to defend him, the roar from all around him reaching a deafening crescendo as he fucked the lamia with everything he had. When his knot finally failed to tug out he could barely hear her hiss, her face twisting into a mask of pain, anger and ecstasy as the bulge trapped in the serpentine slit began to grow bigger and bigger with every throb. Even though she was holding him in every sense of the word the snake-woman's fighting spirit wavered, her face softening as her hisses grew longer and less angry. Boren doubted anyone else would have caught it, but he could see the exact moment when the fierce fire in her eyes went out, the slitter orbs losing their razor-sharp focus as the lamia lost all control. The sound that left the climaxing female's throat was as wild and loud as any warcry issued in this arena, and the spectators grew mute for a few tense moments as the rapturous scream echoed in the great stone ring.
But after the echoes died down the roar came back harder than ever, drowning out Boren's growl as he emptied himself in the pulsing sex of the limp lamia, the engorged knot forcing his seed deeper into he powerful body of the reptilian gladiatrix. With her coils loos he managed to disentangle himself from her powerful tail, standing up to receive his ovation while Talassara hung with her hips suspended from his crotch, her folds bulging but still managing to hold on to the thick lupine lump throbbing inside it. Looking around he saw that his friend's had dealt with the beasts sent to stop him from claiming his rightful victory. Never one to let seed go to waste, Holly had turned around and was cooking happily as the growling manticore climaxed with its paws on her shoulders and it's leonine shaft buried in the motherly goat's slit. The fierce black beastmistress was biting the handle of her own whip, her tail coiled around the waist of the fox easily holding her up as he rutted her from behind, while the lizardman seemed to be doing his best to placate the ever-temperamental Tria, or at least to keep her from suffocating him with her lapine sex.
By the time the reinforcements slunk back into the Arena's underhalls his knot had shrunk enough to spread the serpentine slit open as the weight of the lamia slowly pulled her off him. The crowd gave another cheer when her hips finally hit the sand, the still hard lupine length springing up and shooting a few spurts of thick warm cum over the prone form of the panting lamia. He stared at satisfaction at the scaled sex drooling his seed, dragging his eyes along the finely muscled body until he was looking the once might Talassara in her slitted eyes. There was a respect there he didn't see before, but as he held her gaze the composed herself and gave him a defiant look, challenging him even though she couldn't even get up.
Never one to back away from a challenge, Boren planted a foot on either side of the base of the snake-like tail before bending over and picking the lamia up by her hips. The crowd murmured in confusion until he aimed his cock at the still gaped slit drooling an alpha's load and drove himself back in. Talassara's hiss was long and drawn out as the lamia let him take his well-earned spoils. A deluge of lupine spunk was pumped up with every thrust, and soon enough little white rivulets were running along the hard coppery belly of the reptilian female, her hands moving lazily as she slathered the warm white goo over her chest as if she were marking herself with warpaint. There was no serpentine tail wrapped around him now, and without her to restrain him Boren wasn't about to do it himself. He had no idea how many times he'd made her climax, but by the time both daylight and his strength were spent the mighty Talassara was fucked unconscious, and it took several of her fellow gladiators to help carry her long, powerful body away, her sex gushing white every time the sleeping snake's sex clenched up.
*******
"Well, that was our last chance for a room or two. I guess the City of Open Doors isn't also the City of Empty Beds..." Reynard announced, the blushing freckled face of the sow behind the bar standing as a testament that he'd used all of his powers of persuasion but that there really wasn't a room to be had in the city.
"Oh dear. After that trek I had been looking forward to a night in a nice soft bed..." Holly lamented, stretching and drawing wistful sighs from several people in the crowded taproom.
"Isn't Singhad supposed to be the travelers' haven? Why is it that we can't get a stinking cot for copper or silver then?" Tria growled. When her scrying told them the path to the next talisman led to the far-famed city it had neglected to mention that Singhad was celebrating a harvest festival and that the normally bustling trade-hub was even more crowded than usual.
"Well they have beds, of course, just not in any of the inns..." the fox ventured.
"Then why did we knock on the door of every tavern and hostel in this place?" Boren asked, even though the hulking wolf never had a problem with crowds. They had tended to part before him even before the Titan's Chain had left him almost permanently erect.
"Because the only beds for rent are in brothels. The city's famous for its red-lantern district. In certain circles, of course."
"So what in the name of Tiamat's tits are we doing here? We've got the gold, so we just go to a whorehouse and rent a room each, and anyone that comes along with it." the sorceress said, already rising to her lapine feet.
"I have to say the idea does sound appealing. We'd certainly all rest better after some relaxation. And those poor dears must be overworked with this festival crowd! I bet they'd welcome the opportunity to just snuggle up for a night." Holly mused and as each of the party members imagined themselves warmed by something more interesting than a blanket.
Their minds settled they found a very nice looking establishment that would, for a rather hefty price, rent them a room and someone to keep them company for the night. Boren had picked a mouse girl of all things, a small thing even though she had a generous chest and outrageously wide hips. Tria wasn't sure how she intended to take the lumbering lupine, but the way she'd bit her lower lip and rubbed her thick thighs together when she caught sight of him had made it clear she had ideas. Reynard had picked a willowy young mare who was swooning at his murmurings before they'd even reached the top of the stairs. Holly had actually snatched the only male that had really tempted Tria - a slender young buck that looked too innocent to be working in a place like this. It would have been fun dominating the timid buck and seeing just how good a grip those antlers were, but it was probably for the better. The talisman was somewhere in this city and she might need all her magical talents at their best while they were here, which meant a night of feminine affections that would leave her only partially satisfied. Her choices in that area were more diverse, so she settled on a voluptuous vixen that looked like she'd been sculpted for sin...
*******
Lettia had raised an exquisite eyebrow when the bunny chose her, trying to hide her disappointment that she didn't get picked by that brute of a wolf. Or the fox for that matter, even though he couldn't possibly had been as well-equipped as his friend. But a job was a job, and she would do it. Not prostitution, of course, that was a perk. She knew some of her sister frowned upon the idea and insisted it was lazy, but Lettia insisted it was the smart way for a succubus to do her duty. Why go to the trouble tempting mortals when they were drawn to temptation like moths to a flame? This way she did her real job of stealing life-essence for her abyssal masters while also making enough money to pamper herself and enjoy the little luxuries a city like this could provide.
Money also meant she looked breathtakingly beautiful, while the bunny climbing the stairs after her looked like something that crawled out of the Abyss, with that crude dark make-up and those ridiculous piercings. Hers were in the best of taste, particularly her favorite - a pink-tinged diamond nestled in her navel, a gift from a besotted adventurer who'd come straight from some dismal dungeon to visit her and make her a gift of the greatest treasure he'd found. The lapine trailing behind her didn't look very imaginative. She'd probably just ride Lettia's magnificent muzzle and call it a night, but it would be enough for the succubus to get what he masters needed from her...
*******
"Okay so I'm just looking to blow off a little steam before settling in for the night, so maybe I just play with your boobs a little and we take it from there?" Tria suggested, taking off her clothes as she eyed the vixen's outrageously proportioned body before the vulpine leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips.
"Mmmh, whatever you want sweetling..." the vixen purred, her voice as thick as honey and sweet as sin.
Tria figured she must have looked smitten because the thing in front of her was still relaxed. The fucking... stealing people's souls and making them pay for it!? she thought to herself, knowing that if it hadn't been for her wards she'd be putty in this demonette's perfectly manicured hands. Part of her insisted she incapacitate the dangerous fiend and call Holly in to help her banish the infernal slut back home, but a dark impulse of her own stopped her. This was a very, very bad person, if you could call it that. Evil cloaked in perfect beauty, a monster that had damned the souls of countless men and women so far. Surely she deserved more than a ticket home? Maybe some form of... ironic punishment? Tria fought back a grin as she wrapped her arms around the vixen's neck, pulling her down into a kiss as her mind raced along dark corridors. The succubus seemed surprised but was moaning soon enough, gasping prettily when Tria finished the kiss with a gentle bite on the vixens lip.
"But then again, a sleepless night could be fun too..." she said with a grin before pushing the taller female down on to the bed.
She quickly scrambled up and knelt beside her, placing one hand on a perfectly round vulpine breast while the other slipped between the she-fiends thighs. The vixen cried out as Tria pushed two fingers in as deep as they would go, treating the female laid out before her roughly than she'd ever done with Holly. But as well-build that the priestess was she was a kindly soul and a friend, so Tria had always held herself in check while they were having fun. But this was a demon, surely deserving of anything she could do to her, no matter how rough, depraved or downright _creative_it was.
"In fact, why not make this a magical night?" she asked, releasing a tiny bit of electrical energy from the fingers buried inside the demonic honeypot and smiling as the vixen's cunny clenched up on reflex.
She kept pumping her fingers in the quivering vulpine sex even as she intoned a familiar spell. From the floor, walls and even thing air dark tentacles began to twist and writhe, featureless limbs made of magical energy. Well, they were usually featureless. With dark glee Tria focused her attention on each one in turn, and as she did the limbs sprouted ridges, bumps, twists and curves. Once she was happy with them she pulled her finger from between the vixen's legs and focused on her spell and the opportunities provided by this marvelous body under her.
"Now, let's just loosen up first, huh?" she asked, using her mind to direct a particularly thick, bumpy appendage to the demonette's slick folds.
"I uhh... wouldn't you rather juuuuoOooOoooohh!" the succubus gasped, throwing her gorgeous head back as the tentacle plunged in, her deceptively snug sex wrapping easily around the intruding mass in spite of its girth. Wouldn't be much of a temptress if she had a size limit, would she?
Tria grinned from ear to ear ash she directed the remaining lips, letting one slide into the gasping muzzle of the succubus while another wriggled its way between the perfectly sculpted vulpine cheeks. Its tip was tapered and slid in easily but the vixen under her was having a little more trouble with the spherical bulges along its length. As she watched the voluptuous vulpine writhe with every one that slipped in past that pretty little pucker. As she made one ridged tendril press into her own sex Tria was biting her lip as a deep, dark fantasy played out behind her. She'd always dreamed of this - unleashing all of her might and her kinks on a gorgeous, writhing victim, a plaything for any twisted game she imagined, but she'd never dream of subjecting someone to it. But doing this to a demon lying in wait for the souls of unsuspecting perverts felt right, almost righteous.
"Mnghhhh, nice and deep. You like that you little slut?" she purred as a tentacle sunk into her own sex, albeit less gently than the one worming its way deeper into the vixen.
"Y-yes!" came a cry in a voice that could make a paladin forget his vows. The ecstatic tone surprised the lapine sorceress, so just for good measure she pushed the tentacles a little deeper and a little harder.
"Yeah, I had a feeling you were a dirty little whore who needed it deep and hard..." she said, still pretending she didn't know what the 'vixen' really was. "Don't worry, once I've got you loose and slippery I'll really let you have it!" she said, and at her will the tentacles surged forward.
The beauty stretched out in front of her didn't bother hiding her elation at being pushed past the limits of a mortal, whore or not. After all they were in a brothel, and if you couldn't scream in ecstasy here, where could you? But Tria had been expecting pleas for mercy, insistence that she was giving her too much too fast. The demonette seemed to get more into this the rougher the bunny got. She had every ball-like bulge buried in that perfect ass, and the tentacle in the vixen's honeypot had went so deep it had actually doubled-up and started slipping back out of her straining sex. A word from her and the slender tip went to work, rubbing and flicking at the vulpine clit, the vulpine back arching and showing a belly that had been perfectly flat before she'd started stuffing tentacles into her.
Not one to back away from a challenge, the lapine sorceress straddled her writhing victim's slender waist, uttering another spell and watching as the air under her palms misted and frost began to gather on her paw-pads. The vixen gasped even before she laid the now icy hands on the creamy breasts and Tria grinned at the sight of the perfect, mocha-pink nipples sticking out as they grew stiff. The demonette bucked when she pressed the frosty paws to her perfect chest, drawing in a sharp breath as the nipples Tria's cold palms were pressed against grew as hard as ice cubes.
The vixen's mounds felt every bit as good as they looked, and while most people lucky enough to get their paws on the luscious globes would have been gentle if not outright reverent in their fondling, Tria was digging her fingers into the fluffy mounds as she groped the moaning fiend. But as brutal as her violation got the sounds coming from the vixen's perfect muzzle were cries of utter rapture. Rather than be mocked by the moans, Tria directed a tentacle to sink past those pouty lips and down the vixen's throat.
With the she-fiend's lusty cries partially muffled the room filled with the suggestive wet noises as Tria's conjured cocks delved into every tight ho whole the succubus had to offer. The one dipping in and out of her own messy cunny was marginally gentler, partly because the lapine sorceress wasn't really focusing on herself.
The sheets under the vixen were showing wet patches and an intimate feminine scent was drowning out the scented perfumes and oils Tria had first smelled when entering the demonette's boudoir but the writhing vixen showed no signs of getting exhausted. When Tria unstraddled her waist the abyssal tempers began groping one of her own breasts with one hand while the other stroked the black tentacle fucking her throat.
She let her summoned shafts keep the fiend busy while she removed several items from her satchel, malicious glee glinting in her eyes as she contemplated her next move. She bid the tentacles withdraw from the writhing succubus, noting that in spite of the savage way she'd treated her the slit and pucker of the vixen remained only slightly gaped, the lips that had until a second ago pouting prettily as if begging for it to return. At a gesture from her the black limbs wrapped around the vixen's ankles and wrists, tying her hands above her head and each ankle to one of the bed-posts behind her. With her limber body doubled over her huge fluffy tail was draped on the bed while her ass and pussy were on full display. The sight of the two slick pink holes would have had any male and most females desperate to bury their face in them, but the bunny had other ideas.
She lifted up a generously proportioned butt-plug, the dark-grey stone polished to a sheen and shining almost as much as the vixen's eyes as they focused on it. Her tail twitched and the vulpine pucker winked eagerly even before Tria pressed the cold, hard tip to it. She took her time pushing it in, and if the succubus realized it was more than just a naughty toy she gave no sign, groaning glamorously as the smooth stone spread her open. Once the succubus was firmly plugged, Tria took out her other toy, pushing one end of what looked like a short, thick wand of some dark-purplish metal until one end sank between her dripping folds. The moment she felt her sex spread around the cold length she uttered the magic phrase of her prize creation, feeling the hard rod stir to life. The part inside her grew and twisted, spreading her and filling her sex in such as to assure it stayed in no matter what happened. The other end responded to her touch as she let her twisted imagination run wild as she sculpted a cock nature had never seen. The tip was like a meaty spearhead, while the thick shaft sported ridges slanted backwards towards the lapine crotch. The thing that had been cold and lifeless was now filling her with a maddening heat and the whole surface of it was pulsing and throbbing with a life of its own. The expression on the vixen's face was one of pure awe.
"So slut, ever been fucked by a girl before?" the lapine sorceress asked, letting the heavy length slap against the slick vulpine cunny as she dragged the ridged shaft up and down the pink lips.
"N-not like this..." the succubus breathed. The demented demoness hadn't even realized Tria was warded against her abyssal magic and didn't seem to have any thought in her head apart from the need to be fucked silly by this strange rabbit and her inexplicable but impressive cock.
"Well you're about to. And I'm going to make you cum like no one ever has before..." she said, knowing she pretty much had to. The succubus wouldn't stay cock-addled forever, and she had to make sure the fiend wasn't a threat by the time she came to her senses.
She almost roared out as she pushed the monstrous length into the bound vixen, the perfect pink lips of the demonette wrapping lovingly around the bizarre shaft as it plunged into her. The other side of the wan flexed and throbbed in Tria's own stuffed sex even though the hard mass filling her barely moved.
True to her promise, the sorceress used all the strength in her lapine legs to rail into her bound playmate, making the vixen's pillowy breasts bounce wildly as the succubus squealed like a virgin sow. She'd tried this wand out with Holly, but the shape she'd used had been more modest and less savage, as was the pace of their lovemaking. Even though the priestess' body could take a rutting she always tried to coax Tria into being a 'good girl' when they fooled around, and the motherly cleric all too often succeeded. But the vixen under her wanted no mercy and Tria had none to give her as she hammered away at the vulpine slit that managed to look pretty even when wrapped around the monster pistoning in and out of it.
"Fuck, you really are a slut as well as a whore... Don't you -nghhh!- even think of cumming before I tell you to! Otherwise I might -argh!- get mad and find a more obedient piece of ass..."
"Do-Oooohh!- don't! Ahhhh-I'll be good, promise!" the vixen moaned, a ridiculous statement coming from a demon.
The twisted toy was pumping a deluge of sweet, sticky vulpine nectar from the demonette's crammed cunny even though not a drop was leaking out of the lapine slit the other end of the wand was stuffed in. Tria could feel her own sex drool at the sight of the gorgeous female writhing and squealing as she railed her with the monstrous shaft, but the mass rubbing around inside her just drank in every drop - her pride and joy and no doubt a surprise for the slutty succubus. The thought made her smile as she traced the vixen's straining slit with her fingers before pushing the now messy digits past the full vulpine lips. The writhing fiend sucked and kissed them clean, too far gone to notice that there were strange words mixed into the grunts and gasps of the bunny nailing her. Once Tria was done she pulled her fingers out and admired the sight of the bound and stuffed demonette as she bounced her rear up and down with every savage thrust.
"You want it girl? Then c'mon, show me what a needy slut you are... beg for it!" she growled lustily while slamming away at the bound vixen's soaked crotch.
"Nghhooouuu yes! Please, make me cum! Make this slutty vixen c-aaAahhh!-um around your thick...nghhh!... hard..." the succubus mewled, her voice rising in pitch until it broke in a depraved cry as the vixen's pretty eyes grew glass behind their long lashes.
With her hands on the fiend's thighs Tria spent what strength she had left, pounding her in short, jack-rabbit strokes that made the voluptuous demonette's eyes roll back. She growled as she thrust deep, feeling her own snug sex clench and flex as she came, spraying every drop of lapine love juices the wand had absorbed into the vixen trying desperately to hump against her. Acting quickly while the succubus was still dazed she pulled the fake cock from the panting female, taking a moment to admire the flawlessly beautiful vulpine vulva gushing and winking before she spoke the final words of her spell. There was a flash and a brief glowing outline of the demonette's true horned, winged form until the whole thing seemed to sink into the piece of polished stone still warm after being stuck in that perfect ass.
"Shouldn't have fucked with a sorceress, slut. Now, let's see where you've been hiding the talisman..." she said, but a quick rummage around the vixen's possessions yielded plenty of skimpy clothing, jeweled combs and brushes and vials and jars of perfumes and scented oils. Her scrying showed that none of it was the artifact she sought, but that it was in this very room. "What the fuck? I mean it's not like she could have been wearing it, I had the bitch buck ass...naked..." she said, trailing off as notions flashed in her mind. She remembered the flash of a very pretty pink gem glittering in the demonic vixen's navel, and the very word 'ass' made her look back to the plug she'd trapped the fiend in.
"Auuuugghhh, fuck me!" she swore, yanking her 'cock off and throwing it on the bed even as the appendage began to turn back into an innocent looking wand. She needed the talisman, but she had no intention of freeing the fiend. She'd used trickery to get her in that toy but if she was released even for a moment she could flee back to the Abyss, taking the artifact with her. "Well, I suppose I can still 'wear it, so..." she said, grabbing the still warm toy and guiding the blunt tip to her pucker. The moment stone touched flesh she could feel the thing tremble and the warmth blossom into heat. It would appear the succubus was still somewhat aware of her surroundings and hesitant to go where Tria intended to push her. "Don't get bitchy with me! It's not my fault you didn't take the damn thing off..." she said, gritting her teeth and popping the thing in. The heat did down only to be replaced by a burst of cold until the trapped succubus finally wore herself out.
*******
"Imagine that, a succubus working in a brothel! Talk about fiendishly clever..." Reynard remarked as they left the establishment, after explaining to the Madame why one of her girls was missing.
"And she had a part of the talisman too. That was a stroke of luck!" Holly said, quite shipper after her night with the cute young buck.
"So what is it?" asked Boren.
"It was... I mean is a piercing. And I have it... equipped. Let's just leave it at that..." Tria mumbled as the rest of the party began to examine her ears, brows and lips for a new one. *What is it? A pain in the ass, that's what it is!
*******
"I can't believe it... captured by women!" Boren growled but marched along with the rest of the party, all too aware of the spears leveled at them should they try and run.
"You'd rather we'd been taken by males? Frankly I can see an advantage to this situation..." remarked Reynard, subtly taking in the sight of the amazons marching in front of them as they made their way deeper into the jungle. The lioness and the cow offered different notions of female beauty and he was trying to decide which form he liked better.
"Shows what you know about amazons. Males are only good for one thing to them, and once they've used *that up you're goners..." Tria whispered.
"Well I'm up for a challenge." the fox said, his cockiness undeterred by the grim fate awaiting him and the grumbling wolf.
"What are you going to do, steal from them?" the bunny mumbled.
"Maybe. If I steal the right heart I might be able to soften it. I'll just..." he began but was cut off when the butt of a spear jabbed into his stomach.
"Pipe down or I'll smack your muzzle next!" growled the lioness, and the party marched the rest of the way in silence.
The jungle path emerged into a clearing dotted with huts and dominated by an ancient ziggurat, a towering edifice with vines snaking through the cracks in the weathered stone. There were women of all sizes and ages around them, including a gaggle of girls playing under the supervision of keen-eyed matrons. It might have been a homey scene but for the way everyone's behavior changed when they saw the party. The more nubile females were eyeing Reynard and Boren like they were the day's catch being carried on the shoulders of successful hunters, and even the girls started tittering and pointing at them in the casually cruel manner typical for adolescent females. No matter their species, the life of an amazon left all the females quite robust, and the jungle heat meant clothing was restricted to the barest necessities of modesty. The humid air was saturated with the scent of femininity, so much that even Boren's grumbling quieted as his shaft grew so stiff that it slipped past his loincloth. And while this usually had quite an impact on any female chancing to see the red spire, the females just leered at it without any hint of being intimidated by such a rare example of male virility. They were led into the stepped pyramid, and somewhere mid-way into the lowest level they entered a chamber dominated by a stone throne, dominated in turn by the biggest, bustiest she-bear any of them had ever seen.
"Outsiders, you stand before Laksha, daughter of Grodhana. And you stand as trespassers into my tribes hunting grounds, subject to our Law." she said, an imposing figure with a tiger skin wrapped around her waist and two ornate bronze plates bound with chains carrying the heavy burden that was the ursine amazon's chest.
"Great Queen, we came here to ask..."
"You dare address me? Do you know what we do to males who speak without being told?" the she-bear boomed.
"Am I not already sentenced to death?" the fox asked, sounding far to calm for someone embracing his own demise.
"Yes, but not every death is merciful. We need your cock and your seed foxling, that is all. I could have your tongue torn out for your insolence."
"A pity, because it is precisely women who agree that my tongue is my best feature. My cock comes in at a close second." Reynard quipped, and there was a brief tense silence that was broken by a rich, deep chuckle.
"You are an amusing little thing. I heard that rulers in your lands keep things such as you around to caper around and make them laugh. Is that why you came here, foxling? To be my fool?"
"I came to ask a boon of you, great Queen. A treasure in your possession, for which I would be willing to pay..."
"Save your breath, little male. We have little use for your gold and the trinkets and stones you outsiders prize so highly..."
"And do you see me carrying chests laden with such baubles? I meant to pay pleasure for treasure, ecstasy such as you've never known. I will show you that you can get more form a male than just his seed." he said, and this time the gathered amazons echoed their queen's laughter.
"Foxling, we take our pleasure in the hunt, in battle and the joys of motherhood, not males." the she-bear said, crossing her arms under her titanic bust.
"Well, why not let me try? If you are proven right you'll have my seed and my life will be forfeit. But should I be able to make you cry out in joy you will spare me and my lupine companion, and grant us freedom as well as a kerchief of golden cloth in your possession." the fox said, undaunted by the towering amazon looming over him.
"We have such a thing. It was a spoil of a long-past war, and he hold it as tribute to our goddess. And the females accompanying you are already free to leave or stay as their wish, for the bonds of sisterhood protect them. But little fox, you speak of simple release, and that comes from fingers or tongues and is not so scarce as to be worth your life, let alone our treasure." The she-bear said, filling Reynard's devious mind with visions of what these robust women get up to without males around to sate their needs. While brief the vision was vivid and enough to leave him with a clear bulge in his tight leggings.
"But since you're obviously very eager to prove yourself I might as well let you try. It can get boring around here, and your little display might serve to amuse me and my sisters..." the ursine queen said, turning her back to the fox and swaying her wide hips with every step as she climbed back upon her throne. "But I will not have your friend standing idle. Even should you succeed and leave here with your prize my sisters deserve a chance to get a few pups out of him, so we will handle him like we do less glib male prisoners. Now come along foxling, and show me what you can do..." the she-bear said, purring out the taunt as she spread her legs wide, opening up a pair of magnificent thighs that looked strong enough to crush the russet rogue's skull between them should the queen so choose.
Reynard flashed her his most winning smile, striping as he sauntered over. Boren was furious over being at the mercy of these women but as much as it irked him to be shackled spread-eagle on the stone floor the river of pre leaking from his tip made it clear that a part of him wanted a taste of at least some of these strong, nubile females any way it could get it. Figuring he would easily endure what the amazons had in mind, Reynard sank to his knelt in front of the smiling she-bear, placing his paws on her knees and running them along the thick ursine fur covering the insides of her thighs.
"Kneeling down? Did you change your mind and decide you wanted to beg for your life?" the bear taunted, but failed to wipe the grin from the vulpine rogue's muzzle.
"I did tell you I have a golden tongue, didn't I?" he said, before running it from the bottom to the top of the she-bears slit.
He felt the muscles in those thighs tense for a moment but the amazon queen didn't reward his effort with so much as a sigh. She no doubt thought her stoicism would break Reynard's confidence, but the fox liked nothing more than a challenge. Women who held themselves aloof, who looked at him with scorn or contempt, it was always so fun to chip away at that resistance with nothing but his charm and his carnal cunning. Boren might enjoy fighting a woman into submission, but he preferred to drive one wild until she was ready to pounce on him.
The strokes of his tongue against the pink ursine sex were confident and amorous as the fox ran it over the silken smoothness of the plump labia and every so often flicking it over the surprisingly diminutive clit at the top of the ursine cunny. After a few minutes of this low murrs of appreciation reached the ears keen enough to pick it up over the more pronounced sounds of a pup-starved amazon riding the bound Boren.
Pushing his hands closer he pried Laksha's flower open, admiring the glistening pink folds before diving in. This time he was ravenous, his slender muzzle wedged between the plump folds as his tongue dipped in and out, coaxing more amorous noises from the she-bear he was devouring. Reynard could read her body and her voice quite clearly, and made sure to ease back a little whenever the amazon queen came close to what she'd referred to as release. By the time he was ready to move on it had been only his diligent licking that kept the she-bears crotch from being s sticky mess, and with the scent of her arousal he rose to his feet, meeting the queen's eyes.
"You were doing so well foxling. Why did you stop?" the she bear asked, a hint of menace in her breathy voice, but the rogue didn't fail to notice how hungrily she was eyeing the vulpine cock aimed at her well-tongued sex.
"You can get that from any of your sisters, my queen. But you deserve so much more..." he said, leaning over and planting a kiss on one enormous ursine breast, noticing the dark brown nipple of the she-bear was already as stiff as an acorn.
"Mhhh, you lick like a woman, suckle like a babe... tell me foxling, are you sure you are a male?"
"You tell me, my queen..." he said, laying the tip of his cock at her steamy sex before plunging a few inches in.
"Ooohh, so you are a male after all. Now how about you be a good one and lie down, so I can take what I need from you?" the queen growled lustily.
"You tempt me, but I'd much rather give you something..." Reynard said bending down and giving the she-bear's other nipple a kiss, this time pinching the nub slightly in his teeth as he slid himself deeper into the ursine woman's sweltering depths.
"On your life be it then..." Laksha said, resting her paws on her throne as she let the vulpine male do whatever he wanted.
While Reynard had to admit this was the most imposing woman he'd ever seduced, as he began to slide himself in and out of the ursine sex he had little doubt he'd succeed. It was clear from the way the matronly bear was reacting that while she might have mated and while she had no shortage of attractive females who'd eagerly lap at her sex until her urges were satisfied, no one had ever made love to her, at least not well.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a rhino who's curves exceeded even those of the reclining queen mount the firmly bound Boren and it told him everything he needed to know about how these amazons mated. The smooth-skinned giantess just slammed down on the wolf, a maneuver that would have broken the pelvis of a lesser man. And if it hadn't the force with which she bounced on top of him would have, a sure sign that the female was in heat and doing what she needed to satisfy the urge to breed.
With that in mind he kept his strokes languid but deep, pushing his knot into the queen's sex every time as he ran his hands over the plush fur, licking and nipping along her bountiful chest, up her neck and finally laying his lips on hers. The look of surprise on the she-bears face was almost comical, a sure sign that she'd never been kissed before, but as her vulpine lover murred against her muzzle her lips soon parted and her eyes closed.
Soon enough even the sisters waiting patiently in line for their turn to drain Boren of his seed were watching their queen receive these strange attentions from the russet male, many of them rubbing her thighs together as the she-bears feet left the floor and rose slowly into the air. Reynard's strokes were becoming less smooth as his knot swelled up, already big enough that he would have tied with a smaller lover, but he doubted anything smaller than Boren's cock could have tied with the amazon queen.
But the growing bulge was making the she-bears toes curl as it dimpled her sex when going in and forced the ursine pussy to cling to it before it popped out. Laksha also seemed to be quite taken with the idea of kissing, and the fox could hear her moan even as their tongues twisted against each other. And all the while his hands roamed that plush fluffy body - a pinch here, a stroke there, and every now and again a good grope of an ursine breasts as big as big head.
"You're loving this aren't you?" he said, breaking the kiss and leaving the she-bear with her eyes lidded and her tongue hanging a little bit past her lips.
"Mhhhh's good... I might just keep you for my personal use." The queen murred.
"Now that isn't what we agreed, was it? Would you rather I stopped and you took me the way you've always taken a male?" Reynard asked, momentarily pausing his thrusts and smiling when the she-bear began to fidget, wriggling her wide hips to coax him to keep rutting her.
"Nghhhhhhoooo! Wicked little foxling, don't you dare stop now! I'll give you everything you want, just give me what I need..." Laksha moaned lustily, crying out and drawing all eyes to her when her russet lover began moving again.
As the amazon queen's cries rang out through the pyramid the chamber filled with amazons of all shapes and sizes, crowding to witness this bizarre yet spellbinding spectacle. Even the next female to mount Boren did so with her back to the wolf so she didn't have to crane her neck to see her queen enjoy this new kind of mating. If the lupine warrior felt offended by the gesture he didn't speak up in protest, but he did occasionally curse as he spat out the brush-like tail of the cow riding him.
When it finally hit her Laksha's orgasm was as impressive as she was. As the ursine sex clamped down on the fox caught in it she threw her head back and cried so loud Reynard was sure he would have been deafened if his head hadn't been pushed between two massive mounds that muffled almost all sound save the beating of the she-bear's heart. All of the amazons queen's limbs wrapped around him in a quite literal (if intimate) bear-hug, griping him as tightly as the walls of the climaxing queen's. The long climactic howl softened into gasps as the trapped fox joined his buxom lover, filling the amazon queen's womb with spurt after spurt of hot vulpine seed.
Once the russet rogue had been extracted from the amorous bear's embrace Laksha had little choice but to honor agreement. Even if she had been in a mood to despite the vulpine male's victory, half her tribe had seen her moan and writhe from nothing more than breeding with a male. They were led to the sanctum at the top of the ziggurat where they retrieved the final talisman - a cloth of gold kerchief that the smug rogue promptly tied around his neck. The queen did insist that the relic be returned to them every year for one week beginning with the summer solstice for a holy festival honoring the goddess, during which Reynard would be her personal guest of honor...
*******
Rather than a cave in a desolate mountain the dragon they were after had made his lair amidst a network of caverns leading to an ancient citadel swallowed by the earth in some long-forgotten cataclysm. Finding and fighting their way through the twisting tunnels had been easy enough for the seasoned adventurers, but they knew they'd meet actual challenges before they reached their quarry. The next passage ended in a door, two massive slabs of black stone with no handles or a lock but carved with the same words in various tongues. A plinth stood on either side each one with a lever and an imp lounging on top. The two tiny red-skinned females had looked bored until they spotted the party.
"One of these levers will open the gate, pulling the other will seal your fate... how charming..." Reynard remarked as he read the words. "Take care who you put your trust in, your life depends on it. Any idea what that last part means?" he asked the others, but it was one of the imps who answered.
"Please pick mine, mine's the safe one!" piped up the one to the right, her bat-like wings fluttering as she sought to get their attention.
"Don't listen to her! She's a meanie who gets off on watching people die! Please just pull my lever, you'll be safe I swear!" interrupted the red-skinned waif on the other pillar.
"Ouuughhh you... she always does this! She waits for me to speak up and then lies, because she's a lying liar!"
"Okay, so one of them's not telling the truth, and the point is to ask them the sort of question that will reveal..." Tria began but stopped when Boren just walked past her towards one of the tiny fiends.
"Got a better idea..." the wolf rumbled before reaching out towards the imp on the left pillar, easily picking up the three-foot tall female and flipping his loincloth out of the way.
"Yeah, so like I was saying, if you just pull my lever, you'll all beeeEEeeee!" the little she-devil began but ended the sentence in a high-pitched squeal when the burly wolf pulled her hips down and speared her snug slit with his drooling cock.
The lupine endowment should have been too much for the nubile but diminutive female, but the rest of the party -as well as her counterpart- stared in shock as her trim belly bulged out with every inch Boren pushed into her. The wolf was certainly blessed to be so amply endowed, but in spite of that his shaft wasn't actually a blessed weapon, nor was the rest of his body, and being an other-worldly being the still stunned imp couldn't be harmed by it. Knowing that was one thing but seeing the red-skinned female wriggle as her body adjusted in a way no living being could was another.
"Agghh! L-leave it in! It's too small!" the wide-eyed demonette cried out, her shapely legs kicking the air as the burly wolf just kept sliding her lower along his rosy rod.
"Okay, so I guess that's a way to do this..." Tria conceded. "...so are you actually gonna pull the lever or?" she asked, and a growly grunt from Boren was her answer. Just because the burly warrior accomplished what he set out to do didn't mean he was done with what he was doing, namely the mewling she-fiend now firmly impaled on his cock.
"S-serves you right you meanie! I hope it really hurts!" said her companion, and Holly couldn't help but notice the shapely red rump was sliding back and forth on the smooth surface of the plinth as Boren began to raise and lower the little liar, polishing his cock with the demonette's splayed slit.
"Unghhhh, it hurts! It feels awful!" the imp said, the words sounding strange as she cried them out in a high, fluttery voice.
Holly, Tria and Reynard watched in fascinated silence as their party's fighter sated his impulses on the tiny red female who was alternating between squealing and moaning as her body was rutted by a shaft reason insisted should have been too big for her. But in spite of her childish stature the two imps were from hell and had been shaped with temptation in mind. There was nothing childish about the way the impaled demonette's hips flared, proving the lusty lupine with a good firm grip, or the way her ample breasts went from swaying to bouncing as the rutting male picked up speed.
Nor where they the only ones watching. The truthful imp still had an expression of righteous indignation on her face, but she had one tiny hand mauling a perky red tit while the other pumped away between her legs, her tail whipping behind her as she watched the other red mischief-maker get fucked silly.
"S-slower... I'm -mpffhhhh!- I'm not even close!" the little liar insisted, her wings fluttering as she gasped and squeaked two words out.
The juices of both a demonic cunny and a leaking lupine rod were dripping on the stone floor as the room rang with the meaty slaps of a hard knot against soft feminine flesh. Tria's big incisors were digging into her lower lip as she watched the muscular wolf rut his miniature mate, while Holly observed with a little more decorum, her mouth curved into a warm smile as her generous thighs rubbed together. But watching that red lump slam into he imps stretched cunny had given Reynard an idea.
"Boren, demon or no I'm not sure she can take your knot..." he called out, the frazzled fiendling's head shooting up and the expression on her face making it clear she was apprehensive about taking the final part of her massive mate's endowment. But she couldn't fight her nature...
"Yes! I can take it, it's not too big! Please tie with me, knot me, I can take..." she babbled before realizing what she was doing and clamping her hands over her lying mouth.
But the damage had been done and the wolf's mind could only react in one way after hearing a female wrapped around his cock beg for his knot. His hands were big enough to wrap around the imp's waist, giving him a firm grip as he yanked her down and thrust. The stunned spectators could actually hear the knot slip into the tight red slit as the lying imp's tail curled and her eyes rolled back. The wolf impaling her groaned as he blasted his seed into the diminutive devil, letting go once he was done and leaving imp hanging from his crotch.
"All right, now I'm done..." he said, pulling the correct lever and opening the door.
"Aren't you gonna...?" Reynard asked, gesturing to the comatose creature dangling limply from his crotch as her tail twitched and twisted.
"Nah, she'll drop when she's ripe..." the wolf said and strode through the passage with the imp swaying with every step.
"S-serves you right for lying!" the other imp shouted out sullenly, wiping her hand on her thigh as she settled back on her plinth.
*******
"So this is it, is it?" Boren growled at the sight of a massive marble door at the end of the dark chamber. Their summoned light didn't reach the walls and the shadowy alcoves, and the statues and pillars in the room made the party wary of ambushers lying in wait.
"It certainly looks... ominous enough." Holly said, as Tria spoke a magic phrase and revealed glowing lines of magical script snaking their way across the polished stone. "Holly, help me dispel this. You two just... keep an eye out or something. Try looking at something other than our asses for a change." The bunny said, with the two males of the party just shrugging as they checked the darkened corners of the stone chamber.
Boren swore and growled in annoyance as a step in near-darkness ended up with him almost knee-deep in something cold and slimy, wondering why his normally keen nose hadn't warned him of some disgusting scummy puddle before he trod into it. It was only when the odorless slime began to creep up along his limbs that he realized he'd stepped into a trap rather than filth. He could hear some sort of commotion from the direction of the door and their two spell-casters, but the echoes in the cavernous chamber made it hard to make out words and with his legs held firm to the ground he couldn't turn to see what was going on. When the thick, clear ooze reached his hips he laid his paws on it and tied to tear it away, but while it was firm enough to the touch the surface was covered in something slick that made it impossible to get a grip on the thing. Growling in frustration he twisted his hips trying to pull his legs free, his ears perking as he felt his ever-erect shaft stir through the thick goo trapping his lower body. With his paws still on the gelatinous mound he gave a few thrusts, his growl taking on a more appreciative tone as the cock trapped in the clear mound of slime throbbed.
The ooze tried to climb further along the now instinctively thrusting wolf and the grip of his powerful paws merely forced the thing to narrow down to pass through them, after which it began to bulge and billow out against his chest. It occurred to Boren that his paws now looked like they were gripping a very slender waist rising from what looked almost like flared hips. And as the ooze rose, there was quite a lot of material on top. The warrior wolf had never felt an artistic stirring in his life, but as his hips continued to pump something clicked in his mind and his paws slid up along the glistening mass, squeezing and pulling as the lupine began to sculpt...
*******
"Oh my!" Holly gasped, in contrast to the profanity Tria spat out at the sight of the form lumbering towards them. What had seemed like another one of the statues was now moving slowly but purposefully toward them, the dust falling from the stone body of the guardian golem.
It was featureless above the neck, with just the outline of a hairless head, but everything else on the stone man had been sculpted in detail, including the monolithic erection sticking out from its crotch. It made slow progress across the hall but when they started hurling spells at him it became apparent why. Magic slid off the thing and the fact that its surface was entirely unmarred suggested that even a sledgehammer and mining pick would be of little use.
"Damn! Must be something that works on this walking dildo!" the sorceress growled, summoning up her twisting tentacles only for the striding golem to pull them off as easily as the cobwebs still slinging to it.
Holly was about to raise her voice in prayer to help the lapine spell-caster when a jet of cold water against her back made her gasp in shock. She turned around and saw the stone wall had fissured and that water was seeping and gushing in through the crack. She was about to warn her friends that the whole room was in danger of flooding, but when the growing puddle began to rise and take on a vaguely humanoid form she realized that this particular water had broken through the stone with a purpose.
The elemental swelled as more of him flowed through the cracks and before Holly could utter a banishing spell it had thrown itself on her. It was cold as an underground spring and as the elemental seeped into her fur she felt the cold leave her breathless. The creature seemed to flow even as it stood, wrapping tendrils around her to keep her arms at her sides even as another shot from what would have been its face. The tendril shot into her mouth, filling it and preventing the goat from speaking let alone praying, cold and with a taste that brought to mind a mountain spring running white and rapid as it carried fresh snowmelt.
Holly tried to fight the thing off, but it was as if her fists were made of cork - she could splash the surface of the elemental, but her hands would wind up 'floating' to the surface of it. She felt the thing bunch up the part of her robe covering her chest, exposing her breasts to the strange surface of the elemental and making her nipples stiffen and poke out from the chill of the creature. And when a chilly tendril plunged upward between her thighs she screamed around the one stuffed in her mouth, watching the cry travel through the creature as a stream of bubbles.
What had at first felt like a jet of cold water was slowly becoming a surge, a strong flow that had the walls of her sex expanding as she shivered from the unfamiliar sensation of something icy rather than warm entering her. But when her sex began to quiver around the elemental the creature's attitude seemed to change, along with its temperature. Holly had half expected the water-spirit to start thrusting into her and was shocked when the fluid filling her sex instead began to surge and gush, moving around in her until it felt like she had small but powerful whirlpool spinning around inside her.
Soon enough it seemed that even the flavor of the creature changed, the clean spring water taste of the limb filling her mouth becoming vaguely sweet. Looking down Holly realized what was the cause - the parts of the elemental that were pressed against her bare breasts were as clear and translucent as the rest and she could see little streams of her milk leaking from her nipples and mixing with the water that made up the elemental's body.
Whatever the water-spirit's intentions had been, for now it seemed happy to explore her body, and as its temperature rose the priestess found herself enjoying the sensation of being held and rutted by something that was starting to feel more and more like a warm bath. She even didn't mind when a new watery tendril plunged between her pillowy cheeks, but she did release a fresh stream of bubbles as she squeaked in surprise.
*******
"Holly, I could really use some... well, so much for divine aid." Tria muttered at the sight of the matronly goat writhing in the grip of a water elemental, giving her an apologetic look as the creature flowed and surged over and into her.
She'd thrown everything she could think of, and the maddening buzz of the plug stuck under her tail had lent power to every spell, to no effect. If she tried any harder she might bring the roof down on them all, and the ironic thing was that the golem would be the only one not harmed by it, as long as nothing damaged its precious...
"Fuck my empty skull! Words!" she cried out, dashing past the grasping man of stone and lumping onto its shoulders. The golem was still trying to figure out where she went as the lapine sorceress smiled at the tiny, neat gouges in the back of the automaton's smooth head. It was an ancient, long-dead language, words made with a stylus making marks in clay and spelling out 'guardian', giving the stone man purpose and motive force.
Tria started chanting as she fiddled with one ear, drawing a spike-stud from it and focusing on the bit of silver until its tip began to glow. Pressing it carefully to the stone skull she poured as much power as she could into it until the little spike sank into the statue's head as if it had been made of wet clay. The ever the sore loser, the succubus imprisoned in her special toy kept trying to distract her, the stone plug going from hot to cold and even emitting light shocks that only made the lapine mage clench up harder. A particularly powerful jolt made her paw twitch as she carved away. She couldn't erase the words, but a few more strokes would change 'guardian' into 'builder' and the this marble moron would leave them alone and settle for fixing this place up. But the demoness' mischief made Tria's hand unsteady enough that she put a gouge in the wrong place, and before she could survey the mistake the golem had reached up and plucked her from his shoulders.
"Look, I don't know what you think I wrote back there, but it was meant to be... fuuuuuuuuUUuuck!" the rabbit cried out, when the stone man gripping her by the waist slammed her down on to the hardest cock the bunny had ever taken.
Her legs kicked empty air and her fists battered the literally sculpted chest, but the golem didn't notice or feel any of it. His grip remained steady as the stone hips began to move, slowly but surely sliding the marble member in and out of the stunned lapine's sex. With polished stone now stuck in both her holes Tria managed to remember those long-ago lessons on ancient writings, and while the golem used her quivering sex to polish himself she remembered that 'builder' was just a stroke or two away from becoming 'male concubine'...
*******
While the girls were still inspecting the magic seals, Reynard had wandered off to use his own talents to find either a secret way past the warded door, or possibly some long-forgotten treasure. He was walking along a row of darkened alcoves when he heard a commotion behind him, but before he could go to his friends' aid a figure stepped out from one of them.
"Halt mortal!" commanded voice that was a little too high to issue such commands.
When he laid his eyes on the speaker it turned out to be a feline covered in pale yellow fur the color of a dry wheat field, standing a few inches shorter than the vulpine rogue. In spite of her stature and slender build the feline held her head at an imperious angle, the golden head framed by straight hair that didn't go past the line of her jaw and that seemed to have an almost blue sheen in the dim light. Combined with the white cotton skirt wrapped around nubile hips and the perky breasts riding high enough on her chest to be covered by the heavy necklace of turquoise and lapis lazuli she had an exotic look, but it was the wings of a desert hawk sprouting from her back that betrayed her for a sphinx.
"I am one of the guardians of this chamber, one whose challenge is thought rather than strength." She insisted, giving her tail a flick for emphasis. "You must try to best me in a riddle challenge. Victory will grant you freedom, but defeat or forfeit will spell your doom." She pronounced, and Reynard did his best to keep a straight face at the way her grave demeanor contrasted with her adorable appearance. "Are you ready to begin, mortal?"
"Yes. Forgive me for my silence, but I was struck dumb by the sight of you. Are all sphinxes as beautiful and beguiling as you are?" Reynard said, fingering his kerchief and wondering if he'd even need it with this one. The feline ears had perked up and a blush bloomed across her cheeks, the nervous twisting of her tail making the fox realize she didn't often get compliments and wasn't used to dealing with advances of this sort.
"I... my body is merely the vessel for an immortal spirit and an intellect beyond your ken. But... thank you for your compliment." She said, averting her eyes as she mumbled the last part out. "So, my challenge to you: What walks on four legs at dawn, two during the day and three at dusk?"
"Easy - a man crawls when he is born, walks on two legs during his life until resorting to a cane in his old age." The fox replied, pointedly making his eyes go up and down the feline body while the sphinx insisted on glaring up at him.
"That's merely the opening that tradition demands. Speak your own riddle, and we'll see how you deal with my next one."
The vulpine rogue almost spoke before catching himself. The sphinx had regained the confidence his compliment had shaken, and Reynard knew she could stump him if he played the game her way. And she really was a sweet-looking thing, even when she frowned and tried to look stern and implacable. He could be doing so many fun things with her that didn't involve guessing games, strictly speaking.
"All right. My challenge then: what do I have in my pants?" the fox said, letting his eyes fall and watching as the slitted eyes of the sphinx followed until she noticed the bulge in the fabric covering his crotch.
"That's... that's not a proper riddle!" she stammered out, and Reynard was sure she'd just barely stopped herself from saying something else.
"Why, just because it isn't one you already know? Surely you're smart enough to think of an answer to a new riddle, rather than just remembering old ones?" he chided softly, smiling at the way the feline face was almost glowing red at this point. "But tell you what - just to make things fair I'll let you use your sense of touch. The light here is so dim even a cat's eyes would have trouble seeing properly..."
"I... I can touch it?" she said, her voice quivering a little as her tail lashed about nervously. "Just to figure out what it is?"
"That's the deal." The fox said, trying not to grin too wide. He could tell she already knew deep down, but the sphinx had led such a sheltered, bookish life that her mind recoiled at the notion of telling a male that she could see his erect cock tenting his pants. And there was no telling when this immortal intellect last found time to see to her more personal needs...
"I... okay..." she said, looking away as she extended one hand slowly until her palm was laying against Reynard's cock, with nothing but thin fabric between them. When he saw the brown-spattered wing fold out, the fox knew he'd guessed right.
"I... it could be a..." the sphinx muttered, her perky chest rising and falling behind its curtain of gems as her ears swiveled all around. The sounds would be little help concentrating since by now the room was echoing with the lusty growls of their party's warrior, the colorful language of their ever-horny sorceress, and what sounded like cries of orgasmic ecstasy coming from someone at the bottom of their bathtub.
"Tell you what - since it is an unconventional riddle I'll let you use every sense apart from sight. How about that?" he said, knowing that thanks to his talisman every work he spoke to the sphinx would fan the long-neglected embers of her arousal.
"I... I could sniff it?" she asked, her eyes wide as her tongue flicked out.
*******
Boren had never considered himself an aesthete, never one to have an appraising eye for beauty. The physical reaction the sight of an attractive female had always been enough for him, and most of the time enough for the female in question, but he genuinely found himself admiring the beauty he was now rutting. Part of it might have been vanity since he'd sculpted the lump of clear goo into the voluptuous form now jiggling mutely with every buck of his hips. But part of it was because he was in the middle of his second climax into his malleable mate and the ropes and streaks of lupine seed looked very pretty as they spun and twisted through the clear goo the creature was comprised of. It was also the first time he'd been able to see his erection while he was knotted.
The red rod was easy to spot, buried deep within the gelatinous mass that he'd sculpted into a pair of generous hips, the goo inside thick enough for him to feel like he was properly tied. His knot was throbbing and with every flex of the canine cock it sent a fresh swirl of sticky lupine cum hurtling through the gelatinous figure impaled on it.
Not far from the wolf Holly was also in the grip of a fluid lover, the water elemental steaming as it rippled against the lush body of the caprine cleric, the motherly goat moaning through the aquatic shaft stuffed in her maw while similar appendages protruded from between her thighs and the lush cheeks of her behind. The summoned creature was sloshing and gurgling while it coupled with the priestess, making altogether more soothing sounds than the feisty sorceress swearing at the golem dutifully humping into her.
Reynard was out of sight but from some alcove within the chamber they could hear the occasional mew and someone insisting that it was her first time and asking him to be gentle. Whether the fox did as asked wasn't quite clear since the mewling sounds that followed were more intense, but the purr that eventually echoed in the chamber made it clear that the unseen feline got what she needed if not what she asked for. When his cock had shot it's last Boren released his strange partner, looking a little disappointed as the heavy mass of jelly-like ooze simply fell to the ground in a thick but inert puddle. After a few pokes and prods failed to coax the creature into forming into something more substantial he went off to see if Reynard needed any help.
"Still think that was a dirty trick..." spoke a soft and slightly sullen female voice.
"Yeah, but I feel a girl as smart as you could have guessed it, if you had really wanted to..."
"I guess. Do you think maybe..." the feline nuzzling up against him began, but stopped as her eyes went wide and her tail puffed up at the sight of the towering wolf. "I... I have to go study!" she cried out and dashed away as fast as her wings would carry her.
"What's her deal?" Boren asked as Reynard sighed and buckled his pants back on.
"Oh nothing. She's just really serious about riddles. C'mon, let's see if the ladies need any help..."
As they made their way back to the huge door they noticed that Tria was no longer swearing and was just trying to balance with her back against the golem's chest and her legs spread wide and held below the knees by the tirelessly humping automaton. Holly's assailant was slipping, or rather draining through the cracks in the floor, steam rising from the priestesses fur as the last parts of the elemental trickled from her slit and from between her cheeks.
"Are you all right Holly?" Reynard asked as the party's healer caught her breath and steadied her legs.
"Oh, fine... I'll just need to dry off a little. Goodness, I don't think I've ever felt so... clean." She said, and the way she'd emphasized that word somehow made it profoundly dirty. "Now let's all try and get Tria out of her spot..."
"I'm fine!" the lapine insisted as her sex polished the stone cock pistoning in and out of it.
"Okay, we'll let you finish, but you know that thing isn't going to stop, so we'll have to..."
"No I mean I'm -nghhh!- fine, let's get this door opened and get going..." the sorceress grunted, her modest breasts bouncing with every buck of the unfeeling statue's hips.
"What, you're going to... keep it?" Reynard asked.
"Yeah! You have any idea how valuable a golem is? It can carry me around anywhere but unlike a horse it doesn't need to eat, drink or sleep and there's no dung to clean. What are you all looking at me like that? I can ride whatever kind of mount I like!"
"I don't think the world is ready for you and your mount..." Boren mused.
"Like I care! Now let's get going, and if we run into another endless fucking staircase none of you gets a ride on my golem!"
*******
As another pillar of red fire struck the ground and missed then bi so little that the air smelled of singed fur, the party began to wonder if they'd made a mistake. They all bore one of the four Talismans, but as the great black beast swooped in the cavern above them they weren't sure how they could use any of them against him. Pained bleats and savage grunts had led them to the great cave that served as his lair and they had caught the dark wyrm taking his pleasure on a distressed doe, one of several dozen nubile females trapped on a high ledge where they couldn't escape from but that was easily accessible to the winged beast.
The hulking dragon had tossed the poor girl aside at the sight of the party, proclaiming himself Garlax the Black Dread and demanding their surrender. When the party refused him he laughed at them, before taking wing and beginning his assault. He was out of reach of Boren, and even if he wasn't the scaled brute was taller by far than even the mighty warrior, and even the cruel-looking shaft still slick from the fleeing doe looked like a match for the knotted length swinging from between the wolf's crotch.
Reynard was understandably anxious of using the power conferred by his golden kerchief. Not that he'd hesitate to seduce a male, but he didn't like the idea of the over-endowed and undeniably rapacious wyrm becoming irresistibly attracted to him. Holy didn't have much luck trying to soften his temper and it was all the priestess could do to ward her allies against the searing flames and rending claws of the winged wyrm.
Tria was putting her plug to good use, even though the succubus trapped in it was trying to use the opportunity to distract her and win free. The sorceress had learned long ago to channel sexual frustration into magical might, and with the golem humping dutifully into her and the stone plug buzzing violently under her tail she'd have had plenty even if she hadn't been bearing the relic that fueled lust beyond mortal ken. But the dragon was nimble in spite of his size and it was hard for her to strike to land a blow solid enough to stop her making from deflecting off his scaled body.
"Fools, the lot of you! I will take you two females as my brood slaves while your friends watch! For daring to challenge me you will be fucked over and over until your bellies swell with my offspring!" Galax threatened, opening his maw and spitting another lance of roaring flame.
Narrowly escaping the scorching spray Boren growled in frustration of dodging the attacks of an enemy he couldn't reach. His heckles rose and his growl echoed in the cave as red rage overcame his mind. With a feral growl he unfastened the Titan's Chain, holding one end as he swung the heavy length of engraved medallions at the dragon. The age old artifact had barely touched the wyrm's taloned foot, but the moment metal met scales the heavy necklace tore itself from the wolf's mighty grip to wrap itself around the dragon's ankle.
"The fuck cock-brain!? Are you arming this flying fucker!?" Tria growled.
"I don't think so. Look!" Reynard said, pointing to the glowing length of gold and the dragon wearing it.
The black beast was growling as his massive wings pumped, as if the necklace wrapped around his foot was weighing him down like a boulder. Dust and sand flew into their eyes as the grunting dragon exerted more and more force just to keep himself aloft. Acting on instinct and cunning, Reynard launched himself at the lashing tail, managing to avoid getting struck by the whipping appendage while wrapping his golden kerchief around it. The thing had weighed next to nothing but the roaring and raging drake was now sinking to the ground in spite of his effort to stay aloft.
Sensing a chance, Tria summoned a swarm of dart tendrils to bind the furious drake as the black-scaled brute spat flames even as he was forced to the ground. Once one of the magical limbs wrapped around his muzzle Holly moved quickly and fastened her torc around the muscular neck. With all three relics growling brightly, Tria descended from her golem and pulled her own talisman from under her tail.
"Well you wanted out you prissy bitch. Now say hello to your new home!" she said, addressing the succubus who was making the stone go from hot too cold as she raged in her rather intimate prison. Garlax raged and thrashed, the muscles bulging under his scales and smoke rising from his nostrils as he fought to break free, so enraged he didn't notice the black-clad rabbit sneaking under him. Behind the dragon's mammoth shaft lay the bulging outline of his testes but behind that Tria spotted what she was looking for, and a second later the black beast went still as she pushed the plug under his tail.
The air in the cavern crackled with eldritch energy as the dragon's wild thrashing freed him of his bonds, but even as his hands began to claw at the glowing artefacts his form began to shift and distort. The party watched in silence, not sure what to expect as the enormous black form of Garlax began to shimmer and shrink. The mighty roar changed in pitch to match the dwindling form, and through the dust whirling around him they could see his scales lightening. When the air settled a small white form stood with three of the talismans hanging loose on his diminutive body.
"Owwwiiieee! Take it out, it hurts, it huuuurts!" wailed the tiny white-scaled form in a voice that would have suggested a female if not for the slender and still erect shaft sticking out from between his soft looking thighs. The party, along with the captured females looking from their ledge stared in stunned silence, but ever the soft-heart Holly was the first to move, lifting the alabaster kobold's tail as she carefully pulled the plug stuck in the winking orifice.
"Who... what are you?" Reynard asked the sniveling form.
"I'm Garlax, and you had no right! You... you ruined everything!" the tiny reptile whined, stamping one foot in impotent anger.
"Did... did we just turn a dragon into a kobold?" Asked Boren, ignorant of the workings of magic at the best of times and now reduced to scratching his head as he towered above what had until moments ago been the most fearsome foe he'd ever faced.
"No. We turned him _back_into one, didn't we?" asked Tria, taking a few steps closer towards the obviously frightened ex-dragon. "So you want to explain, or should I shove this back in?" she growled, brandishing the plug that had brought down the Black Dread. The kobold got so scared that he clung to Holly and cowered at the sight of both the sorceress and the toy.
"Tria, maybe you could help the ladies got down from there?" the motherly goat said in a soft tone that tended to make others do what she wanted. Tria wanted to argue but had to cede the cleric her point. Turning to the chasm, she used her black tendrils to pluck the imprisoned females from their perch, passing them over to the waiting Boren and Reynard.
"I was close... you've ruined everything and now I'll always be the last one!" the kobold pouted in a squeaky voice.
"The last what?" Holly asked, cradling the scaly male against her.
"The last of my kind!" he said, and the four of them tried to remember if they'd ever seen or even heard of a snow-white kobold before. "I... I was looking for more of my people... at least one female but I didn't find any. I did stumble across a scroll, and even though it was really, really magic I could read it, because I'm smart!" the pale scalie insisted in a piping tone.
"And it granted you a wish, didn't it?" Holly said, guessing how this creature became the Black Dread.
"You mean we've been getting fucked over and over again by this little sissy?" said one of the newly freed females, a mare clopping angrily towards her now former captor. "Not so tough now are you? C'mon, why don't you try making me your brood slave now you girly little..."
"I'm not a girl, don't call me that!" the kobold cried out, ironically in a very girly voice. "That's what all tall women said! I tried going to cities at first, to the places you can pay to mate. I offered them gems and they just laughed, poked my thingy and told me they'd never let a sissy breed them! So when I got my wished, I wished to be a huge male so I could take them and make more white kobolds! But the breeding didn't work so I had to take more and more... I had to try! I didn't want to be alone!" the white-scaled waif insisted as more and more stern-faced women gathered around him.
"Well what you did was still wrong, but no one deserves to be alone..." Holly said, shocking everyone as she shrugged off her robe and once again donned her golden torc, the thick band of yellow metal wrapping around her waist with almost affectionate familiarity.
"Holly, tell me you're not really going to..." Tria began but the matronly goat cut her short.
"I serve the mother goddess, and I can't let this poor thing's whole race die out when I can help it..." she said, gesturing to the talisman wrapped around her that would allow her to conceive with anyone she chose to. "Now come here... is Garlax even your real name?" she asked as she laid down, watching the awkward kobold toy with his tail as he took sight of her body.
"It's... Garli but when I told people they'd tease me. Called me 'girly', but I'm a male!" he insisted, not realizing that pouting and stamping his little foot like that did little to make him look manlier.
"Then come here Garli, and show me what a male you really are..." she said, and the warm tone of her voice along with her voluptuous body laid did the trick to luring the kobold to climb onto her.
And while the former dragon worked to get his little stiffy into her waiting sex, a number of the scowling females had remembered that they had yet to properly thank their heroic rescuers. And as the girls of Garlax's harem broke off to lavish their attentions to the rest of her party, Holly gave a moan of delight as she felt the waifish male on top of her slide into her sex with a huff.
He was hardly the most impressive male to father children on her, but she was thrilled to be able to save a whole species from vanishing from the world, and had to admit that the tiny male was endearing in his own way. The poor little thing had grown bitter with worry and ridicule, but now that he was in her embrace he looked content just to huff and hump against her, the head fringed with stubby white horns resting comfortable between her pillowy mounds.
More intimate noises joined theirs as the heroes received their rewards from women grateful for both their freedom and less savage lovers than the Black Dread. Holly hoped they'd find it in their heart to forgive their captor, but glancing around she noticed that the scowls of those who'd remained gathered around her were softening as they realized that it had been desperation rather than villainy. She supposed it was hard to keep a grudge now that Garli looked so small and fragile.
But to his credit the white kobold was doing everything he could to show her that he was indeed a male, slipping his slender cock in and out of her as fast as he could, huffing every time he drove forward in an obvious attempt to get as deep as possible. He'd never really be handsome but he was a pretty little thing now that he wasn't pouting or scowling. And when that slender white muzzle opened and fastened around one of her nipples, Holly couldn't help but coo at her feisty little lover.
She petted his head and cooed encouragingly, even managing to reach orgasm before the feminine male laying on top of her did. His eyes glazed and her nipple popped from his muzzle as he came, his face tensing every time his cockle flexed and sent a rope of kobold spunk into her waiting womb. And such was the pale scalie's determination that he didn't climb of her, cuddling and grinding against her until he was hard again, at which point he once again humped furiously, hoping to finally leave a female carrying his children. One he spent his second load his energy was spent and he fell asleep resting on top of her. He was small enough that Holly could easily have scooped him up in her arms, but a look around told her the girls of vanquished dragons harem were still expressing their gratitude to their saviors, so she just said a quiet prayer to her goddess, asking her to bless the life she was sure was taking root within her...