Failure
Another CTF story about a paladin trying, and failing, to uphold his morals
I had a strong desire to write this scene out over the past week or two, and decided to get to it today. While considering writing it... I had to wonder, is my content too similar? Do the stories I put out match too heavily in theme or content? Do I always describe things the same way? If you look through my gallery and pick out the stories that feature: 1. dragons, 2. ctf, 3. unwilling ctf, 4. Ky, you end up with a surprising amount of stories. For anyone who reads over most of my stories, do you think they are too similar? Thanks for reading this ramble, I suppose as an artist it's normal to worry that your work is quality.
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This was supposed to be just a simple rescue mission. A local lord's daughter had been kidnapped, and Ky had tracked them to an abandoned fort. Shortly after entering, he'd been caught in a trap and knocked out...
He woke up, tied and bound in a dark cave. Wet pips of moisture leaving from the cavern roof were the only sounds he could hear, apart from his own breathing. His arms were tied, his legs mostly free... Ky looked around, and found himself in the center of a circle, made out of white candle wax. Some sort of ritual, it seemed, lit candles dotting the outer rim, arcane sigils meticulously placed.
He was leaning on something soft- some sort of table with four legs, and a large, cushiony, pliable substance on top, that was completely clear. It was on some sort of track,so that it could be pulled a few feet away from him, if needed. He was resting on the middle, his arms fastened around it's side, so he could hug it and lean on it, but he still had no idea what it was for.
He did notice that he was completely naked, stripped of his armor and clothing. It made him blush, knowing his bare ass was visible, along with the dangling nuts between his legs. He barely had time to wonder who had captured him, before footsteps started to ring out in the cavern.
He lifted his head, craning it to the side, to watch as figures in dark robes and wooden masks fashioned after dragons came into the room. One was particularly large, bigger even than him, and they walked out a bound and bare woman- the one he was supposed to rescue. She was an elf, short in stature. Her skin was pale, her face in a blush. She tried to let her long, blond hair dangle over her face so it couldn't be seen as well, but there was no hiding her naked body, with her hands tied behind her back. A gag kept her from talking, but the indignant look in her eye said she wanted to curse them out. Her breasts were small, bouncing just a touch as she walked forward, her pussy just barely visible between her thighs, under a light, well-groomed coating of blond hair.
Ky turned his head- not wanting to shame her by seeing her in this state. They stopped just outside the magic circle, and the large cultist spoke first. "Hah! The great Paladin. We've heard nothing but tales of your heroics for years now; and we finally get to meet." The voice was deep, loud, and decidedly feminine, with an eager note. "You probably think we're here to torture you or something, but no! We're just here to test your faith to our God." He could hear the smile in her voice, and the statement left him confused. Why would followers of Bahamut tie him up and leave him nude?
The large cultist and the elf entered the circle, soon standing next to Ky. He felt a finger on his back, running over his muscles, down towards his thigh. He squirmed, but bound as he was, he couldn't get away. "What a fine body you have. Years of devotion, etched into every muscle, every scale." A hand wrapped around his orbs, hefting them up, feeling their weight as Ky's cheeks burned in embarrassment... Not that he had much to be embarrassed about, in that department!
"Quit that," he said, anger burning in his veins. "If you're a follower of Bahamut, then release me! What do you hope to gain by tying me up here?" The cultist laughed, freeing his sack so she could reach over and pat his head. "We do believe Bahamut to be our great God, but we also think he's... Squandering his power." She came infront of him, taking off the mask to reveal a silver dragoness, her scales shining bright in the limited light of the cave.
"He has it in his power to become the strongest dragon ever. All he needs to do is overpower Tiamat. Claim her as his own. With her as a loyal, devoted mate, he could breed a powerful army to wipe out every source of evil that plagues this land." As if Tiamat would ever let that happen, Ky thought. "Of course, we're a much smaller sect than yours. We brought you here today, to have a contest. To see who, between us, is right."
It seemed like how that would be accomplished would have to wait for later. The dragoness knelt on one knee, pulling the elf with her. "Gods above, we could make some powerful offspring ourselves," she said, making the golden blush deeply. He could hear the cultist moving, pushing the elf underneath that odd contraption with the clear tube...
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Ezzabeth had no idea what was going on. It sounded like these people had kidnapped her for the sole purpose of getting to... This dragon person. He was large, certainly towering over her by a few feet, with a body that could have been chiseled from stone with how it looked. The silver dragoness was pushing her, forcing her to her hands and knees until she was under the dragon, ass to his groin and face against... Something? She could swear she had seen something similar, but had no idea where. There was an entrance, one she had to be awkwardly pushed against, but with the way the material clung to her face, there was no way it'd go in. The tube seemed to run through the entire length, coming out the other end. It looked... Textured inside.
With the gag in, she couldn't even ask what was going on. What weird test did they have, and why did it involve her? What was she even supposed to do here, in this position? She couldn't have eggs... Right? With how the dragoness spoke, it seemed like she'd much rather have this dragon fuck her. Held in place by the silver-scaled dragon, she could do little but squirm. The golden's body was warm, above her, she could feel the way warmth radiated out of his body, and was thankful for it- in a way. She'd be freezing in the cavern without it, bare as she was.
There was a snap; the silver had snapped her fingers, and, it seemed, activated the circle they were in. A soft, blue light ran along the outside of it, and started to fill in the various sigils. The elf's breath picked up, and her blush deepened. She had felt arousal before, when looking at suitors, in her room late at night, and once on a night she had let someone into her bed, but she had no idea why it suddenly blossomed in her now!
Her nipples hardened to points, her hands squeezing as a need started to grow in her belly, her womb, spreading down to sensitive lips. Drips of moisture started to accumulate, threatening to leak out of her. She could hear the dragon above gasp, and grunt, suddenly tugging on his bonds...
Oh. Something large had dropped between her thighs, wet and heavy. She blinked, and looked down with a blush, to find the cock of that paladin above! Thick and veiny, with a fat tip and ridges down it's length, it looked downright animalistic compared to the cocks of elven males. It curved forward, hanging under it's weight, but with each pump of the dragon's heart, she could see it stiffen, thickening, pressing between her tender thighs and soon poking against her belly. The slit on the head widened, and she jumped as a line of clear pre shot forth! It landed wetly onto the stone ground, and the spice of it hit her nose a moment later.
It was thick, raw, masculine to a point that made her wonder if all the claims that elf men were girly were true. She saw a silver hand reach down, grasping that turgid length, pulling the dragon's hips back. The head of his shaft ran along her belly, down to her fuzzy pubes, and was soon pointed directly at her snatch, all while panic erupted in her chest. That thing couldn't fit in her!
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Ky was furious- whatever magic this was had flooded his body with a primal need, stoked the fires of lust within him, that he had kept cold and dead since a young age. His shaft pounded, flesh tingling with need as the hand on him pushed him back. "You can't make me do this!" he said, pleading. "It's wrong! Not only for my order, but- but for her!" The air of the cave felt cold on his length, his leaky cockhead getting pressed against something slick, hot, inviting. Wet, slick flesh rubbed over his glans, just barely parting and hinting at the existence of something deeper within.
The elf below him struggled, crying out into her gag, but Ky was just as powerless as she. "Don't be such a prude. You wouldn't be here if some stud like you didn't do this to your mother." He tried to wriggle, to pull away his groin from hers, but the silver had a firm grip on his shaft, and yanking on that hurt. The cultist had all the leverage here, and he could only watch her grin wider as she pushed his length in!
Her pussy lips felt tight, squeezing around the front part of his tip, barely opening up bit by bit. She was half his size! How could he even get inside? He tried to ignore the feelings of her slick tunnel, squeezing at him, trying to keep him out, even as he was forced in. Pressure grew and grew as his oversized member pushed at her entrance, the cunt's walls forced to accept his girth.
He snarled as, finally, he entered her, his tip tight and compressed, but somehow finally making it's way in! He pumped his hot pre in, feeling it gush out of his shaft to lube the way forward as the dragoness kept feeding him in, ridge after ridge. The woman below moaned out, a mix of pain and pleasure, reluctant acceptance as his draconic member went ever deeper. The feeling of her was indescribable- tight, hot, each inch of silken flesh clinging to his shaft like a wet piece of cloth, contouring his member perfectly. His thighs met hers, hefty sack, bumping against her legs, and the silver pulled away. She came to his front, and lifted a hand, sticky with his pre, to her mouth so she could sample him.
Ky tried to tug away, to pull free, but he could barely move. "Let me explain how this works," the dragoness said. "It's really simple. All you have to do..." She reached out that hand, shiny with spittle, and pressed it to Ky's nose. "Is not cum." Her smile was fierce, teeth bared. "If you get through this without blowing your load, you're free to go. We'll release you and the girl. And, better yet, I'll even let you take me prisoner, to do with as you see fit." Ky could see there was something she wasn't yet saying... But she tugged on the robe she wore, pulling the top lose. It split down a seam, and she ran a finger through the break in the cloth.
He realized, her bust was massive. She was a large dragon, about his size, so it made sense, but seeing the cavern between the two breasts still surprised him. She let him gaze at her inner tits, cloth still coating the outsides, for a moment. She seemed pleased at his reaction, at least, at the wide-eyed and slack-jawed look he had.
She was quick to reveal more, letting her bosom free as the top half of her robes fell down. Each breast was large, hanging from her chest, capped in a thick nipple of soft, slightly-pink flesh. She lifted them, toying with them while he could do nothing but watch. His cock jerked below him, his nuts feeling over-ful as he pumped another shot of pre into the elf. "Of course, the caveat here..." She leaned in, over the squishy tube he laid on, until her muzzle was at his ear and her breasts were in his face. "That elf girl is gonna turn into your cock. You're gonna fuck her right into this breeding mount. And I'm gonna do everything I can to get you off."
He was shocked, eyes blinking as the dragoness retreated, smooshing her tits together. "M-my..."
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Cock. It was all the elf could think about. Ezzy had endured it splitting her open, and now could only focus on it pulsing inside of her. It was hot, heating up her body through it's warmth alone, and every few seconds she could feel it thicken momentarily, before loosing a rope of hot, draconic essence into her, pooling in her insides. She was bloated, thin and trim tummy distended by his length, and the growing load of pre.
His cock twitched at something, and she huffed as the pressure finally broke, hot pre-seed gushing out from her lips and running down her thighs. The male dragon was yelling at something up there, but the words didn't make sense. She panted, the heat starting to get overwhelming, her face sweaty against this... Thing. The surface that had caught on her dry skin earlier felt different with the moisture of her sweat, slicker. She blinked, and gazed into it, noting some off-white streaks along the bottom of the tube. Her nose pressed against the entrance, and she got a hint of a scent- like the musk of the dragon above, but faded, earthier.
With the gag still in, she couldn't yell for help. How could he do anything to help her, anyway? It looked like she just had to wait this out. He wasn't thrusting into her, and that steady heat from the shaft was starting to feel... Nice. Pleasant. The throbs from the length stuck in her made her feel at peace, almost lazy. It was easy to not focus on their situation, when that was pumping into her.
It fell into a rhythm, the shaft loosing another rope of pre into her, raising her temperature and building pressure in her, until it got to be too much, and it gushed out and made a mess below. Until, she noticed, it didn't leak out. The pressure inside her belly just kept growing. Pump. Pump. Pump... Her belly glrrgled, even though the clear liquid was trapped in her womb.
It grew in intensity, repeating as the moments dragged on, until she felt something shift within her, and the feeling of pre gathering went away, along with a flush of warmth to her middle and chest. It was odd, how just moments ago, she could feel every last inch of his length stuffed inside her, and now, she barely noticed it at all. She didn't even feel like she was stretched around his shaft.
Pump, pump, grrgle... Her thighs were warm, too. She couldn't move them. Had they been tied, too? Her toes didn't even respond, but it was hard to be worried about that while floating in this heat. The ring of the tube had pressed around her face, and she could spot the dragon's head above, looking at her in worry. Her chest was starting to feel tight, the sensation of something tickling the back of her throat. She burped a bit (how gross!), and with it, hot air entered her mouth. It smelled like... Dragon.
Suddenly, Ezzy could feel hands on her legs! Rubbing up and down along the curve of her thigh, it was strangely soothing. It started a sensation that was alien to her, like the pressure in her gut earlier, but starting in her knees, pressure growing and releasing with the pulse of the dragon. Those hands rubbed at her, lifting, running along the underside of her knees, then coming around to the front in a straight line... Wait, that wasn't right. What happened to her shins? Her feet? Silver hands squeezed gently, lifting those elven 'legs', letting them drop so they dangled freely in the air!
Broken from her lazy, warm pleasure, the elfess squirmed once more, pointing her head down along her underside so she could see what was going on. And... There were no legs. Where there used to be dainty, soft feminine flesh, now hung an enormous pair of testicals, wrinkled flesh leading up to the golden dragon's body, silvered hands enjoying their weight and size!
She screamed, as best as she could into the gag, and fought against her bindings! That pressure in her was growing tighter now, and she coughed, feeling slick, salty-tasting flecks of something coming from her throat. She looked up with fear in her eyes, back to the dragon, and caught only the expression of someone deeply sad. Glk. Glrrk! She retched once, and suddenly, her mouth was packed with salty dickslime, bloating out her cheeks and running from her nose, her nostrils burning. She retched again, but the pre had nowhere to go! Tears ran from her eyes, as she felt a claw rub against her cheek...
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Pent up was a new feeling for Ky- The heavy weight of the new orbs between his thighs was hard enough to handle, but he felt like they were going to explode! The silver had been toying with them for minutes, sending hot pleasure through his body with each rub, each lift. The masculine, draconic male in him felt pride at their weight, at the constant amount of pre they produced, but the paladin felt guilty, awful, especially as he saw the face of the elf, nearly stuck inside the breeding mount, eyes teary and mouth full.
Just when the pressure was getting to be too much, his captor slit the cloth holding the gag in the elf's mouth. The relief was instant. The gag was blasted free, along with a river of his pre, flooding out from her mouth and making the mount slick! He moaned out, unable to stop the insane sensation of arousal, and he could see the exact moment where the elf realized what was happening to her.
Pump! Pump! PUMP! His new nuts did their work, making her body bounce, until the stink of male dragon had filled the cave. He couldn't help it- he thrust forward, hips driven by overwhelming lust and need, forcing her body into the breeding mount, where it squeezed her on all sides. He thrust, and thrust again, growling out with his eyes closed, until... Pop! He grinded against the mount, nutsack swaying below it, the elf's face coming out the other end to let loose a volley of his juices.
She coughed and sputtered, gasping for air, as Ky released his death grip on the mount, his claws having scored lines in the wooden base. He wasn't given any time to try and come to terms with these changes, as the dragoness cooed, coming around to the front of the mount. "That's just what I like to see in my men! Gosh, when you cum, there's going to be no chance I don't get knocked up." She leaned down infront of the bound elf, who's head was sticky, hair matted, messy. The dragoness sniffed, and dipped a hand into the front of her robes, between her thighs.
Then, she leaned down, and took the elf's face in her other hand, giving her a fierce and sudden kiss. The strangest part was that he could feel it- lips meeting lips, the tongue of the dragoness feeding into the elf's mouth and pushing down her throat, slurping up the taste of Ky's manliness. His hips bucked again, and again, pushing their faces together until another splurt of his pre-seed came out, filling the dragoness's throat until she was forced to pull away and take the rest of it over her throat and tits.
"You're a monster," he panted, watching as she rubbed his shot into her scales, using it as lube to squeeze her tits, pushing them against once another. "You're weak," she said. "You're just like him. All the power in the world, but too much of a chicken to use it." She stood up, and pulled on her robe, taking it off to expose her body to the world- to him. Muscled, but less than him, she was thick around the middle with a puffy, drooling cunt between her legs. She reached down, taking some of her juices, and swiped them over Ky's nose. His nostrils crinkled, but the warm scent of her fertile need drove his new, improved nuts crazy. "Gluk!" he heard the elf try to resist, but it was futile, more of his pre pumping out from within her. Ky looked down, seeing that the elf's body was mostly intact- except that around her stomach, where her hips had been, she had taken on the color and shape of his member.
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Ezzabeth felt sick to her... Stomach? Did she even still have one? Pushing out what felt like a gallon of dragon ball-sludge had left her exhausted. The pumps of dragon-blood that had once felt almost reassuring, relaxing, now filled her with dread. She couldn't be a cock! She was supposed to marry a lord, to go on walks around her flower garden, not...
Her train of thought was interrupted as her head was grabbed by the silver dragon, forced between thick thighs. Right into the wet, stretchy embrace of her cunt. Hard silver scales turned into surprisingly soft lips, beneath a pointed clit. The strong, feminine scent was rubbed all over her face, slickness running into her mouth and nose. She spat it out, but there was always more, trickling down as the dragoness rubbed against her.
And, gods forbid, it was hot! She had never considered herself into women before, but the way that cunt smushed against her face, parting to reveal a pink tunnel that could so easily be filled, made her moan out with wanton lust. "You see, Ky? This world is meant to be taken over by dragons. This little slut wants nothing more than for you to fuck me." Her back popped, straightening out and beginning to point upward. Her arms were still here, her fingers pushing against the inside of the mount, but the overwhelming feeling of rigidity was making it's way up her, nearly to her chest.
Pre trickled into her mouth, drooling out of the side of her lips in a lazy line. "N-no..." she said. "Ky, please. I don't want to turn into your cock!" It was the first time she had gotten to speak, and the silver's reaction was to shove her face hard against those nethers. Thoughts came to her mind, unbidden. Wouldn't it be nice if that cunt spread around her head right now? The rest of her body was getting squeezed so nicely. The mixing fluids of Ky's pre and her slickness tasted so good...
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He had never before felt the need to fuck so badly. The smug look on the dragoness's face just filled him with anger. But if she kept on squeezing his tip like that, working it against herself... He wasn't sure if he could last. He shook his head- Not his tip! The elf! He had to get her away from that very... Breedable... Welcoming... Cunt.
He drew his hips back, taking a step backward, finding that he had more than enough wiggle room to draw back into the mount. The elf yelped as her head was pulled back in, stuck in the sticky breeding mount, but at least it kept her from teasing him as much.
"Poor boy. Just give in. Look at that miserable excuse for a 'person' in there." The dragoness's hand pushed on the top of the mount, squishing it down against the elf. Her head was so sensitive... "There's no world where she isn't better off being yours! Just a slab of meat, but one you can use to do so much good." She squeezed around the sides of the clear latex, making Ky's legs tremble.
He tried to stop it. He wanted to hold back. But his body couldn't. He thrust forward again, and the elf's head popped free with a gasp! The tight, slick embrace of the tool squeezing everything up to the neck of his member.. He pulled back, and thrust. Out, in, out, in... More of his pre flowed from the entrance of the mount, the elf girl soaked through.
Positioned right at the exit of the mount, the silver took a moment to squeeze her thighs around the elf's head, just a touch, to make him pull back again. There was something brewing in him... Deep in that sack, he could feel something beginning to mount. He had to take the edge off. Just a few more thrusts... He pumped his shaft in and out of the mount, just a few times. If he could clear his head a bit, this wouldn't be a problem to resist.
His nuts felt so full.. They swayed, back and forth, under the mount. The elf's head felt so sensitive, and it was wonderful to feel it pop out of the tool, again and again. His cock felt so hard! Like it might just burst the mount. Wouldn't that be a great achievement for any stud dragon?
He thrust forth again. It felt like something was about to happen, his nuts drawing up, the elf's head so sensitive, like he was about to burst...! No! He opened his eyes to find the silver dragoness leaning in with a look of lust, her head mere inches from his own.
He couldn't do this! His nuts roiled and bobbed, the sensation of what he now figured was his own cum rising through his shaft... He clenched his abs and fought off the near orgasm. The trapped elf made moans and gulps, while he bit his tongue to keep from loosing his load. The silver rubbed against his neck, smooching his jaw. "Aw... So close... Doesn't that hurt? Keeping it all in?" fingers brushed against the elf's head, but bit by bit, the urge to cum started to die down...
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Ezzy felt so full! There was a burning, boiling line of arousal leading right up to her throat...! She could feel it as those nuts pumped out seed, preparing for his orgasm, she felt as her body jerked in that tight breeding mount, and knew that this could be the end for her. A thick, textured glob pushed out of her throat, coating her tongue, and... She stayed there, twitching, as white cum flowed out of her lips. No more came, so it was gone fast enough, but it still left her face streaked. Glrrg... Some of the tightness in her left, but she didn't have to look down to know that there wasn't much left under her neck. She hadn't been able to feel her arms for a bit.
She felt so... Thick. The mount had gotten tighter and tighter over time, and as she thought about it, that must mean she was massive! Even now, she could stare out at the silver dragon, between her thighs. Gods, she wanted to be there. Stuck between those silver scales, plundering her depths.
It was so hard to think... Why wouldn't he just cum? The elf's expression was slack-jawed, eyes glazed, cum leaking out from her in a thin white line. She could see the silver dragoness's smug expression, but didn't care. She was simply excited to watch those thighs press in around her face, making the whole world disappear, except for that drenched pussy. She weakly let out a pulse of his pre, and didn't try to resist it at all, letting it flow freely down her. "Please..." she gurgled, as a sodden pair of lips met her own once more. She kissed them, licked at them, craned her head forward to press against them. "Just... Just let me cum."
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He was shocked, to hear the elf begging... For him to give in. "No!" he said, his voice trembling. The woman before him turned around, and backed up, her tail waving in the air, momentous cheeks waggling, until she straddled the mount, bringing the elf's head between her thighs, poking out the other side.
He could hardly process it. Hands squeezed over the elf, and he could feel that tip changing, finishing it's form. "She wants this. Just give it to her... To us. You know you want to." Her voice was sultry, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't. It would be wrong! The most wrong thing he could possibly do- to claim someone else, a free human being, and use them for his pleasure? That went against everything he was taught.
A silver fingertip rubbed under the elf's chin, as the cheeks bloated out, a perineum growing in. They caressed the reddened lips of her mouth as the flesh grew firm, turning into a slit. Thumbs rubbed around the other side of the head, up and over shrinking ears that turn into bumps of a large crest. That forehead began to fill out, the elf's glazed eyes closing when her ministrations started to run over them. Finally, that nose disappeared, leaving her... Him, as cock.
The dragoness split the front part of the mount, freeing the first foot or so of his shaft, and started to rub along it. Her wet pussy kissed his heated tip, running over the ridged shaft, back and forth around his most sensitive area. He had to fight it, but the same pleasure from before began to grow. Rising up from his balls, as he struggled against the binds once more. "Stop!" he yelled, but the silver only grasped his tip harder, squeezing around what used to be the elf's neck.
Splurt. Pre rocketed out as his cock grew firmer in her hold, Ky gasping as the sensations overwhelmed him. Cum was rising up his length, building again in that spot under his tip, and the dragoness started to stroke, quickly, back and forth! He snarled, he twisted, but he couldn't hold it back! He was right on the edge! Seeing his state, the dragoness quickly dismounted, getting to her knees infront of him, letting him see the angry-red shade of his shaft, and the bulging cumtube. She smooched him on the tip, and let her long, wet tongue run around his glans...
And he could hold back no longer.
Cum blasted against the dragoness's face, covering her smug and satisfied smile with a deluge of white cream. She moaned, revelling in Ky's failure as pump after pump left him, sealing the elf to her fate for eternity. He tried not to enjoy it, wishing he could take it back, watching this woman rub his seed into her scales, letting it pool between her tits, before running down her front. She had more than she knew what to do with... Ky kept pumping, more and more, giving her a fountain to taste, swallow, and stuff inside her slit!
When he was finally done, she laid there for a moment, streams of cum still running off her large form, and enjoyed her victory.
She got up after a bit, freeing Ky, leaving him sitting on the mount while dealing with the fact that he had failed. His cock, too large now to even fit back in his slit, hung out while dripping the last few white plips of seed.