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The breeze swept over the land, bending grass and plants in green waves stretching over kilometers, carrying the scent of the impending solstice, of sweet nectars. And corruption. One anyone could smell by approaching one had been a great abbey honoring the Eternal Pyre.

With a disdainful gaze, the Paladin observed the caved-in slate roof, the collapsed bell tower, or even the hewn door at the entrance.

"This is it," grumbled the Orc as he jumped off his barded horse and brushed the dirt tainting his golden and brutalized armor. Used, the metal bore the sigil of the Eternal Pyre as much as etchings of conflicts. The old fighter himself represented a prime example of a loyal servant of his faith.

His face was marred with scars with his left brow bearing the marking of a feral bite; his wrinkled skin looked like crinkling old vellum with an expression just as dry; his balding head still bore a few dribs of his salt and pepper hair while sideburns covered his scowling cheeks.

He was a man of religion, of war... And Battlefields.

His blade was ready, his faith as a shield. And yet, he approached his horse to lift the caparison and unveil what was underneath.

"We have arrived," he growled.

Fettered with a harness, a Bear had been strapped against the Horse's belly while looking down. That body had been attached, bound, with the arms behind the back and the legs spread that could have befitted a criminal... However, the situation was different due to the identity of the man himself: Laion.

During a time, the young bear had been his most promising trainee with a talent for fighting equaled by the wit and kindness he offered to many. As a squire, the young lad even presented talent in riding, and this entrenched the elders to send Laion on his first mission without official support.

A pathetic choice as the Orc observed the Bear writhe and moan, knowing what caused it. Even by looking at his mount, he noticed the young stallion buck and neigh while it kept breeding and fucking the Bear like a mere breeding post. A shameful situation for the veteran, not counting the stench assailing his nose and virtue.

"No more fun, Laion," he growled, using a dagger to cut through the makeshift harness they had bought on the way here. A request from the Bear that had to be satisfied... A stupid mission where all needs of his should be satisfied before he had to purge this former holy site.

A situation filled with complaisance the Orc frowned upon. More so as he observed his apprentice crumble on a puddle of fluids from his and the horse's doing. What he the solution to this corruption?

A pathetic excuse of a male the Elder had sent him to retrieve a few weeks ago. Considering the rumors, he had to arraign the bear back until he soiled the Eternal Pyre's faith... Stories proven true when he finally encountered Laion in a Centaurs' encampment deep south.

And what a surprise it had been. Gone was the steadfast fighter and promising paladin. Instead, he had found a wanton under the guise of the Bear. Sure, it was still that same brown fur, those same green eyes, that nicked left ear from an accident. But everything else had disappeared.

From its strapping form only remained a chubby belly with buxom breasts big enough to shame a wet nurse without counting for the silver barbells through them. The abs had disappeared under a prominent layer of fat and matted fur, all reeking of Horse musk. Concluding with a magical tattoo of a pink hoof branded on those swollen guts. Ending with a manhood Laion exposed gladly, looking like a nub.

It was a glorification of his degradation, a tiny cock kept within a steel cage. And firm grape-sized testicles cinched with the symbol of the Eternal Pyre.

For a moment, the Orc had thought to leave Laion there after taking back the symbol he had crafted for his apprentice. But not only had the chains holding the symbol resisted to sheer strength, but nothing could cut what held the sigil and "manhood" together.

A holy sign he had reported to the elders, along with Laion who- GURGLL

The Paladin looked down. He was still holding the caparison lifted, but instead of moving away, the young bear had started to deepthroat the Horse's cock. He had fitted it down to the medial ring without any sign of issues. A gurgle came from the young slutty bear who not only swallowed but pinched his tits in the endeavor.

"Pyre... Burn my worries away," grumbled the faithful man. He leaned and grabbed Laion by the neck, then pulled him away from that cock he desperately gulped and worshiped with glassy eyes. A firm tug, a twist, a neigh, and a whine... Finally, Laion had been thrown on his backside and a few feet away from the stallion.

"Hrmphh... Si- Sir. I was busy servicing that Lord."

"This is a horse, Laion. Not a Lord. What is wrong with you?"

"Nonsense, all horses are Lords, and I mu-" recited the bear, eagerly disgorging what he had learned. However, a gauntleted fist smacked the top of his head to silence him. Then, the Orc grabbed his apprentice by the neck and dragged him toward the abbey, grunting: "I tire of the indulgence you receive from the elders, even if it's for such an important quest."

"Ouch ouch ouch! You are hurting me, Sir! I-"

"And I'll do worse if you don't knock it out and act like a proper Paladin! You have a duty, Son! And acting like a whore isn't one!"

The Orc roared as they entered the rundown Abbey's shadow, no longer blessed by the Eternal pyre gaze. Instantly, he sensed the bite of the forces at play here, like creeping fingers scratching his neck. However, still dragged and pouting, Laion seemed almost... Unaffected. The portly bruin, naked as he desired to be, seemed unbothered by the sensation creeping on the Veteran's spine.

If he weren't that disgusted with his protegee's behavior, he would have been proud... Almost.

"I- I was happy with my family, the Centaurs took great care of me. I'm a mare!"

"Snap it out, or I'll smack you again!"

In a final growl and exertion, the Orc lifted then threw the bruin forward: through the hewn door, through the large opening hacked through the massive wood. Such a wound could only have been done by a creature of great power... And the Elders counted on Laion to handle it... A pity.

"Now, son. I'll keep guard here. And I won't let you leave until you handle the corruption within those walls. Did I make myself clear?"

"Why- Why do I have to do this?"

"DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Y- Yes," pitifully answered the Bruin as he pushed on his feet and wobbly legs. After riding for hours below a horse, his feet and thighs always felt a bit numb, but he could stand up. And face the stern orc, his former master before he moved and turned left, no longer seeing the opening.

That man couldn't understand. He couldn't understand the pleasure of feeling a massive equine cock stretching one's hole wide, to have your guts flooded by their semen. Even now, Laion still sensed his ass ached for some real breeding... He was even hungry for a proper mare's meal. A pain he had to ignore while walking through the darkened corridors.

In the haze of his needs and wants, the young Bruin tried to remember that place. Formerly a bastion to the Eternal Pyre, its secluded position made it perfect for storing artifacts and other trinkets within the extensive catacombs below ground. But... He couldn't remember what happened to it, what fate came to that place. All windows had been walled off, same for the other doors. Light only came from the central cloister, an overgrown garden stuffed with ferns and desiccated trees, of dry flowers and wines creeping in all directions over and inside the tiles. When approaching it, he could only think about the tingle in his scrotum. His testicles churned and ached for a release, but he didn't stroke them. He rubbed the hoof marked on his belly. He hadn't been a good Horse slut, it was normal he was punished for it... A bad biped whore who could only punish herself.

"Grmph... Come on, Laion. I'm sure there's nothing here," whined the Bruin while stepping through the old refectory. A massive hole within the roof offered some lightning onto that dusty places and the chambers nearby, as empty as the rest of that abbey. The Bruin didn't want to investigate them, and he wanted to...

In his rambling, he smelled something.

Raw, mighty, pungent. A scent without any equal, pure... Pure equine musk. Something that brought saliva to his lips as he lifted his nose and inhaled, guided toward one room. It seemed isolated from the others, placed at the northernmost corner of the abbey below the Bell tower. Despite the rundown state of the place, this door was intact and still lacquered. Above it, written in old runes, had been etched an engram: "Tentation plague the path of the faithful, discernment shall be your guide."

Words Laion read... Before shrugging and pushing the door with one hand.

The hinges creaked, whined... Crack!

On its course, the door suddenly broke apart at the hinges until they stood hanging. While the wooden plank hobbled then fell, slammed onto the tiled floor by producing a blow hitting Laion across the face.

Rapidly, Laion brushed off his matted brows when he noticed two red eyes watching him. And another pair, then a third. Red eyes awakened in the room's shade, afar from the light from the cloister. And then came a laugh followed by a high-pitched voice: "... Femaleeeee."

Gurgl, gurgl... Urgl- ahhh.

Laion exhaled while swallowing the sour semen. He felt the warm liquid go down his throat, then drop into his stomach. A sensation he had come to cherish and love whenever someone graced him with a real man's semen. And a second after, there was something new poking his lips, another dick.

"Needy feemaleee best."

"She ugly! But good mouth!"

"And cunt! Big clit but best cunt!"

Above him, high-pitched voices spoke and laughed maniacally. The goblins cackled to themselves, standing on their tiny legs while their naked bloated bodies were exposed without a loincloth.

Goblins are a plague for adventurers: small but intelligent, they act as a group to assail and kill those who trespass on their territory. And behind their swollen noses, their angry little red eyes, those tiny bodies, and ugly face, is a diamond of intelligence. Albeit at the service of their primary needs. Much like when Laion sensed another of those massive green skin cock probe his lips and rub that salty precum onto it, adding to the cum and sweat caking his beard.

Those tiny males were hungry and needy, and Laion was to them a perfect match.

His lips greedily opened and swallowed the gifted price, the tongue met with the grimy and greasy skin. Those creatures rarely cleaned themselves, and their pungent musk overfilled the bruin's nostrils while breathing down the Goblin's pubes. That massive cock pushed further between his lips while he removed any traces of fluids on it. And below the staunch taste stood the real tasteful prize: a veiny cock throbbing against his palate, veins swelling against his tongue... And that precum, so sour and salty, so tasteful, it took the Goblin's whole dick to silence the moans coming from the lusty Bear.

Or perhaps those hailed from something different.

Gifted by his former teammates and his curse, his massive asscheeks always interested many men... And it was those cheeks that managed to persuade the Centaurs to welcome Laion among them. The same round cheeks the goblins' happily clapped by hotdogging them and pressing those buns together.

The turgid cocks were there and pressed, rubbing the moist crack as they rocked the Bear's body.

However... it wasn't enough.

Yes, those goblins were energetic, perverted, with talented and lecherous hands. They knew how to twist his sore nipples to get a cry out of the bear or torment his caged cock. They heeded Laion's squirms when he got his tiny nuts slapped. But their dicks... They weren't enough.

The biggest among them could only reach his asshole even with his spread fat asscheeks. And their riding didn't equal the blessing of a Lord. Even if feeling their cocktip scratch his needy rim or coating it pleased him, it did not appease the lust and desire Laion had.

Nothing could beat a horse cock, nothing could best his lovers' dicks... So firm, so rigid, so wide.

With a gurgling sigh, Laion shut his eyes to let his imagination wander while the goblins worked his agape mouth. He imagined the stench coming from it, fathomed the pulsating veins against his tongue and hole... He desired that flared tip pressing against his fat crack before he would be used like a proper mare. The Centaurs called and praised him...

"Female good! Female takes dick!"

"Female large! Can please many goblins!"

Laion opened his eyes. His eyelids fluttered again. He gulped down the mix of saliva and cum churning between his lips... Even their cum tasted not the same, not as good. But he swallowed, he kept salivating over those cocks. One after another, at every turn, he closed his lips upon those fat shafts and sucked them with a passion, all the while goblins were taking turns in his ass...

Behind him, they yelped, cried, and moaned. They gasped, gripped, and sighed. More and more cum dripped between those cheeks and onto his taint, onto his testicles... onto the skirt he wore.

Laion didn't know where those goblins managed to snatch that bright purple skirt, nor the brassières of the same color they fitted him. But he bore them as ordered, for the pleasure of those creatures who humped and pumped to their hearts' content.

A situation that extended for what seemed hours to the former Paladin. The gaggle of critters seemed to be tough and enduring. Whenever one took his turn, it was for the others to rest and wait, to drink from caskets they had pilfered. And again, to return once they got their fill of mead and meat.

A situation that extended enough for Laion to see the dim daylight from the ruined door disappear. Then for it to be replaced by a different one, less intense... A light with a blue tinge, a note of color perceivable despite the little bodies wavering before his eyes and occluding his view, mouth, ass. And again, he sucked and swallowed. His ass was nothing more but a mass of creampied hair used by the last goblins until they, too, gave up. The Paladin, alone on all fours, was all that remained among the exhausted green skins.

"... If I return, he will say I'm nothing but a whore," grumbled Laion as he stood up again. This time, his legs weren't wobbly in his progress across the room inhabited by snoring goblins. His eyes had accommodated to the faint moonlight. Enough to witness what had been a library, the relics of a forlorn age: books thrown out of the shelves, shattered displays missing their trinkets, heaps of ashes and charred wood.

Accounting for the poor state of the furbished room, there was also the stench permeating it. Except for that door, all other entrances or windows had been reinforced or walled off. The goblins marinated in their musk, the air stale and impregnating everything within: furniture, rotten food, the goblins, Laion. It reeked... less than what the Bear had been accustomed to. But he could notice it as he progressed through the book aisles... Deeper, farther from the entrance. Everything in the abbey had been explored. So all that was left was to explore the library... And searched what he had smelled.

A perfume, staunch and pungent. It would hardly pierce through the room's odor. But Laion was sure he had not imagined it... And it hailed from here.

On his left, he saw the emptied shelves aligned perfectly and bearing no marks of abuse anymore, similarly to his right. It extended so far and wide that every library of the order could have fit here.

Or so the Bruin remembered as he progressed, guided by his nose.

And even if he had to progress in the whole darkness, he...

With a glance, Laion looked over his shoulder but couldn't see the goblins. Neither the moonlight from afar, nothing but empty shelves expanding endlessly. Behind... Before him. At his left, at his right...

Rows aligned perfectly. Nothing remained of the books there, not even a scrap of paper...

Laion stopped, his feet hitting the cold tiled ground. He could no longer see the walls, bricked windows, or even the ceiling above. Everything had been plunged into the darkness. Where was he?

"Come..."

"Is- is there anyone?"

"Come..."

"Hellooo?"

The Bruin looked left and right, orienting his little ears toward one direction, then another to pinpoint the source of that eerie voice. It was a masculine, raspy voice, someone surely aged. Clearly different from his mentor's or the goblins', it was someone else.

"I am here!"

A breeze suddenly struck Laion's back. No, more than a breeze, it was a gust that pressed the portly Paladin further. The wind was cold, it bristled his dirty fur, lifted his skirt, made his holy symbol cling as he progressed among the rows. A turn to the right, left, back, right, then forth. It was akin to navigating in a labyrinth whose walls had been removed, guided only by that distant voice that grew stronger by the second.

"Come! I am here! Join me!"

The voice had become frantic, energetic, almost ordering the Paladin to join. Those words carried an mystical charisma Laion could feel if not understand. And... he finally perceived it: touches of an earthy perfume that had guided him. Strokes of salty sweat and raw testosterone.

Steadily, the Paladin's pace increased. From a guided march, he trotted, jogged, then ran. He ran across the row, destined by the constant breeze and his dilated nostrils. He ran... He flew... he escaped.

And stopped.

He was no longer in the library or anywhere he could recognize. There was no light source, but he could perfectly detail the brick walls surrounding him, of stones as dark as the night. Above him was a cupola etched with refined runes he couldn't read around a map. Or so it seemed until the Paladin determined those lines weren't those of continents... A sky map, a star chart of gold filigree.

"What a foolish hero... Is it all that prophecy has to offer to me?"

The voice stole a gasp from Laion as he turned toward its source, facing what had been lurking behind.

It was... A monster. A demon. A being so big it possessed the double of Laion's height. And yet, it didn't reach the dome. On his head had been fitted the remnant of a helmet reformed like a tiara: it encompassed that monstrous purplish face while two horns above it seemed to be meddling bone and steel. His dry expression lacked a nose and lips, his serrated teeth exposed. Those eyes were red like a fire, glancing and scorning. And a serpentine tongue lashed outside at every breath.

The body of that demon was not as disfigured as the face. Instead, it was covered by a glabrous purple skin that strained from all the muscles coiling and clenching. That hulking form was made for conflict, as proven by those powerful arms and as mighty hooved legs. But it seemed age had taken its tool as that belly was not firm but slightly rotund with an ample waist that guided Laion's wide eyes towards-

"So? Is that you? The poor soul sent by the elders to defeat me? Where are your weapons, Paladin?"

The demon asked. His jaw moved as he spoke, but the sound was eerie and resonated within the Bear's mind. In comparison to the fiend, who seemed battle-ready, Laion didn't fare much within his knee-length skirt and bras.

And he looked down... Only to be scoffed at by the creature.

"Fine, you seem unable to fathom my machination. I shall explain it to you. My name is Rembrar, and I was a Paladin like you. But when our world was under siege from otherworldly beings, I sought to use the secret of our order. I harnessed the power of the Pyre and used its ashes to empower myself and my fellow brothers! Together, we slew our enemies and defended our world! But for our hubris, we had been turned into... This form. And the Elders imprisoned us."

Rembrar spoke, puffing his chest in pride, his grin visible.

"And that's how I heard about a prophecy! It was fated for you to arrive and for me to pierce your body through with my spear, earning my freedom and those of my bro-"

SLURP

"What?"

The Demon looked down, deflating his chest as he observed what Laion had been doing.

Something simple, something he had been taught: Please a Lord.

Without needing to be on his knees, the slutty Bear had already bowed and grasped the Demon's exposed manhood with both hands. From that hairless groin sprouted a monster of flesh as long as the Paladin's arm.... A turgid tower of purple flesh throbbing each second, its skin covered with veins pulsating from the firm base to the flared tip while passing through the median ring. Most of that shaft sported a coarse texture, akin to leather, onto which deposited sweat and grim in an amount that made it glisten... Its scent was potent, mind-numbing. Although nothing compared to the pendulous Fiend's testicles swaying at each of his breath: two orbs of flesh churning with cum and generous in their perfume.

It was that manhood Laion brought his lips to. His warm breath was on the Rembrar's swollen urethra before he took a lick, slurping the precum from it. And plunged his tongue within, kissing that sheer manhood with closed eyes and a delighted expression.

"... You are not listening to me," growled the fiend with his resonating voice... He huffed as his cock was scoured by that mortal tongue, feeling the muscle squirm and tease the sensitive insides.

It was... Hot, tempting. More so for the Paladin, who happily drank the salty and slightly tangy precum, gulped down the profuse liquid as if he hadn't had his fill of goblin cum not long ago. To Laion's delight, his lappings were rewarded by more of that luscious nectar whose presence stained his hair and lips, bringing forth that delicate perfume he had come to love and crave.

A stench of a real male's cock and that ebony shaft, so vigorous and mighty, was there to provide all he needed after being left needy and unsatisfied by the Goblins' presence.

"Wai- Wait... Are you not here to fight me?" asked the demon, pleasantly surprised... Before he brought that clawed hand down onto the Paladin's face to pry him away, removing that stupidly chuffed face from the urethra he was eating out.

"No-... Yes? If we have to fight, we can do it after?"

"... Perhaps."

Laion didn't need further expostulation as he pushed his head forward again, no longer restrained by the clawed hand. His lips closed and his jaw clenched. His tongue slipped out of the tense mouth and plunged within the urethra. In this instant, the Bear's tastebuds were coated in a mix of urea and precum, a robust acrid taste he gulped down ceaselessly. This was the pure and perfected taste of a male's cock, something so raw even he couldn't fathom all the nuances of it. However, the Bear knew how to savor it, how to please a Lord.

He flexed with his tongue, forming an arc he used to rub the inner walls and cleaned the sensitive skin of the fluids sticking to it: salty, acid, slightly sweet, sour. It flooded his mouth whenever Rembrar grunted.

And the Fiend grunted, overtaken by the pleasure: Laion could see it with his squinted eyes. Never before had that large creature been adequately cared for, a Lord without any mare or sluts to attend to his needs. A slight the Paladin intended to correct.

His expression relaxed, followed his shutting eyes, and with an outstretched index, he guided the shaft upward just enough for him to lower his tongue and then tilt his head rightward. There, he scraped the remains of fluids that could have coalesced there before slurping and swallowing them. His gulps resonated and echoed the Lord's moans while he tilted his head left that time until remained a spotless urethra. One he could kiss before licking off the corona, teasing the flesh and the uneven texture.

"Hh... S- Stop this, Wanton. I am... I am about to-... Hhh... I," growled the Fiend in Laion's mind, forcing the bear to glance upward. Rembrar still had his puffed-up chest, but a slight twinge in that jaw revealed the impact of Laion's mouth. Clearly... He needed to experience genuine care and love.

"No worries, my Lord. I am here to relieve such pain... Heavy, heavy pain," the Bear commented, reaching for the Demon's weighty testicles. In their leathery pouch, the two orbs nearly seared his finger pads while they sloshed from their overwhelming potency.

How long he had been left so needy? Laion thought while opening his mouth wide, pointing to his throat.

"Use me as you see fit, my Lord."

He closed his eyes and lifted his hands. The pain from the touch did hurt, but nothing like leaving such a proud male unattended. And he worked, massaging and squeezing those firm testes. He clutched and kneaded them while heeding Rembrar's huffs. For a few seconds, the Bear wondered if he would take up the offer.

A doubt dissipated when two hands grasped his head. In their palm, Laion's head had been cupped and captured, retained and restrained. Those hands, they were coarse and warm, they were potent and portend. And they dragged him.

No, they brutally tugged him down and forced that enormous dick down his throat. To his surprise, the Paladin would have let out a squeak... If not for his vocal cords to be crushed under the sheer size of that dick being rammed through.

A surprise overcame by beatitude as the pressure grew within his throat and esophagus, like a serpentine progression that stretched his breath thin and culled his words. The centaurs always told him mare shouldn't say anything, only serve... Only please.

A duty he followed by pressing the flat part of his tongue against the massive cock, despite the pain from having his jaw forced so wide. It pained him, but Laion's sensations didn't matter as he licked. Licked and ensured his Lord would be properly lubed, whether with spite or throat slime. Anything would do for a male with such a massive equine black cock. Anything he would do to please...

A state the Demon abused when he hilted his cock entirely within the Paladin. His glabrous but musky groin rubbed against Laion's nose and smeared more sweat onto it.

A moment of peace... Broken. Loud, brutal thrust sent shivers through the slut's body as all that strength and might was unleashed.

Above him resonated the cries and huffs from his "host", of that needy demon who bucked his hips and used that clasped head like a toy. A mere tool to release his pent-up needs without caring for the poor slut whose head was bashed against the groin. Again. Again.

The sound of the pendulous nuts hitting his chin rang through Laion's head, akin to holy bells singing to something... To someone. The shock of his nose being hit by that groin ricocheted through the poor Paladin's spin. Jolts he endured as much as the lack of air within his lungs.

He endured, he weathered, he bore the weight of those genitals hitting and smacking him. His face was sore, his throat was sore, his whole body could be described as "Sore".

But no quip came, no tears, nothing but a chuffed lust. He was in bliss, blessed by the Demon's quickening pace, by that scrotum taut from pulled muscles, Rembrar's shallow breaths, the hooves hitting the tiled floor unevenly.

And... Came the warmth. Heat he felt at his fingertips before it crept up, and he had to trace it: lips, tongue, throat, vocal cords, esophagus, belly. A flood of scalding seed poured within his guts without end. Its presence warmed, soothed, appeased, stilled his thoughts. For he was rewarded by a Lord, given subsistence from him, a warm meal of pure semen he didn't have to gulp or force through. And soon, he felt the taut pressure within his distended belly, bristling his fur. His stomach outstretched and bloated from the sudden pressure.

He was nothing more than a vessel for his Lord's seed, and he left the delight of it devour him whole.

A bliss that endured the following assaults from Rembrar, from the former Fighter who no longer restrained himself from using and abusing the whore.

On his knees, on his back, lifted against the monster, left laying and suckling on that shaft while his lord rested, on his sides with his legs opened and spread wide. Each new position was complemented by another flood, gruffs, and moans from the massive creature. All echoed by the beatified Bear who received such love and wants without a complaint nor a cry.

No, Laion was happy. Satisfied to fulfill his duty.

He was happy as he stroked the master's bulging cock through his distended belly, sensed the male deeply inserted in him as he was back on all fours and enclosed by the demon's presence. The creature's belly was against his arced back, those round guts pressing on his spine.

But he didn't bear the weight, his exhausted and weakened muscles did not have to work... Bare attempting to clench around that gargantuan cock, in vain, or sucking on the cum-drenched finger.

Rembrar, above him, was on his knees and elbows, allowing him to offer a finger for Laion to suckle on... And another to tease the needy nipples through the thin fabric of the brassière.

"So... Is that the new attire worn by our order?" asked the demon while giving the nub a twist.

"Hhh.." shivered the bear, feeling his cage become wet again, some worthless fluids dribbled from it and added to the pool they were soaked in. "Hh-... I. No, My Lord. Some... Goblins made me wear it while on my way here."

"It fits you well... I am left surprised they also managed to find you a chastity cage."

"Oh- it's not them. My friends, when I was an adventurer, gifted it to me. They helped me find out who I am. And handed me to a clan of Centaurs_._ My new family even rewarded them with gold."

"To me, I have the inkling they sold you."

"They wouldn't dare. They were good, my Lord. But they could not please me like you did?"

"I see... Why do you keep calling me your Lord?"

"Every horse, centaur, or creature gifted like you are Lords. That's what I have been taught."

The Demon pondered, pulling the finger away to stroke the Paladin's caged manhood instead.

"And you are satisfied with this? Caged, bound, nothing but a lecherous wanton?"

"Y- Yes, my Lord. I am a good mare, and I want nothing more but please real males."

"It... Does suit you. But you could be more, you could be anything, Laion. Your friends abused your magnanimity. The Centaurs and the Elders are another milestones in that long path of submission. What of your hopes? What of your aspiration?"

"Well..." stammered Laion before shaking his butt and rubbing his prostate against that equine cock. "I... Can I be your mare? I promise my clit will remain caged, and will never leave you craving!"

Laion's cry echoed in the vast empty room for seconds. Until the body above him was traversed by jolts and shivers. No, it was a repressed laughter from the Demon. Who gave up and laughed to his heart's content while ticking his claw against the cage.

"I believe you, wanton. If my brothers and I were imprisoned, it was due to our pervading lust following our transformation. But with you by our side? ... Yes. You will be me and my brothers' mare. Let me... kiss you."

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"Hrmphh! So! You! You have cleaned this site, and you must... Find other prisons! That's what the Pyre told you?!"

Laion nodded weakly as he was back on all fours before the ruined abbey. Behind him, he felt his mentor's clasped hands gripping his massive ass and grinding his cock against the bear's ruined rim. But while the Orc seemed to find satisfaction in such manhandling, it was unlikely since Laion could no longer feel anything as small without clenching his rim, and he was too exhausted for this.

Right as he stepped outside the abbey, Rembrar's blessing took hold of his mentor until the poor Orc had to mount and use the bear... Much to Laion's dismay as he watched nearby his Mentor's horse grazing the plants.

"I have doubts about your anointment. Have you ever been nothing but a whore?" asked the disincorporated voice from Laion's shadow, two red eyes fixated on the bear who tried to shrug despite the Orc humping and groping his chest.

"Well. I guess you can't be helped. However, I can't let you enjoy such perversion without advancing on my quest. I will only mount you if you get closer to my brothers' prisons."

"... Please?" asked the Bruin with a plaintive voice, only to be rewarded by a smack on his cheek from the orc.

"BEG HARDER FOR MY DICK, WHORE!" hollered the veteran, his dick way too small compared to a real Lord. But Laion did respond.

"PLEASE! MY LORD!"

"... Be prepared tonight."