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A roar, a cry, the chains shaking.

The sound filled the subterranean tunnels as the cohorts of caged beasts fought against their bounds. Hellhounds, fiends, giants, goblins, wyrmlings, werewolves, lizards from chull. It was a menagerie ushered through, surrounded by many cultists wearing robes and cowls. They kept their faces hidden even when they talked to each other and questioned the motives of their missions.

“Why do we have to bring them all to the Temple? It’s the third run this month!” hissed one of the cultists, his soft voice betraying an elven or yuan-ti ascendancy.

“It's not my problem. He asked for it, and we shall serve his will,” answered another, gruff… probably an orc.

“Shut up. You’re making too much noise,” said a third, her voice calm but authoritative.

Even the cultists seemed bothered by all this. So… Why was he captured?

Balgrud wasn’t a stupid Ogre like most of his kind. He knew how to count, read, and even infer the identity of his captors. Yet, he couldn’t fathom why he had been needed among all that menagerie. He couldn’t spit fire, use claws, devour, or wield the flames. At best, he could be a good servant or slave to build something… It hadn’t been the first time an Ogre had been condemned to such a purpose.

He hoped he would have a brighter future if he proved smarter and more capable than the rest.

Yet, he didn’t dare to speak a word as they approached the tunnels’ end. In the distance, he heard chants and low notes from discordant instruments. The scent of blood, of shit, of piss, of corruption filled the air like a threat to Balgrud. Slowly, he retreated into his cage.

His fat body moved without grace as he slumped, and he watched how an eerie red color invaded his vision. Everything had been painted red as they finally pulled out of the tunnels into what seemed the ruins of a city. And way ahead was an enormous door leading to what looked to be... a temple. To whom? Well, Balgrud wasn’t a scholar, but the blood and the subterranean nature didn’t augur anything benevolent.

“The Ogre first, he requested it. And fast.”

Balgrud sighed. When he first woke up, he had tried to break the metal bars holding him in the cage, but whatever material they were made of, he couldn’t bend them. His sore-covered hands proved it true.

He observed the cultists detach his cart and pull him closer to the temple, then through the main door. Inside, the structure was massive and could welcome an entire village… The scent here was stronger, too, but mixed with incense as the cart was led on a slope before many a cultist… Until it stopped… And Balgrud looked up.

The cultists had disappeared. He was… Alone.

Even the chants were dulled in that room—a bedroom. Yes, a bedroom, as proved by the utterly massive and clean canopy bed. The red sheets even released a flowery fragrance, opposing the temple’s terrible smell.

Further, many dressers had been placed on the left and right, giving a semblance of comfort despite the cold black walls all around… If he turned to look away from the bed, he could see a discrete desk surrounded by small shelves weighed down by books. It... wasn’t a room the Ogre had been expected to be in.

More than that, he didn’t expect to hear the sudden clang, and for the metal bars against which he leaned to give way.

He cried, rolled, stumbled, and finally ended on his backside with his eyes up towards the ceiling and the cages hanging from it. As well as a face. White peppered with red, scales all over the face, red reptilian eyes, and a smile. The most perverse smile that could be drawn on a Dragon’s face, lest a Dragonborn.

More than that, there was the blood and gore. It was sickening. How could… No, many people had been killed to produce all those intestines and bits sticking to the man’s robes and face. It was like that one had been swimming in the black sludge and returned from it, just to stand before the Ogre.

Balgrud's tiny green eyes frowned before he raised an arm to smack his “host” away and roll in an attempt to flee.

“LEAVE ME!” he shouted, his hoarse voice echoing as he managed to get back on his knees and looked above his shoulders to see the Dragonborn... still standing and calm, without any effusion of emotions, anger, or surprise. He smiled before holding up a finger, and Balgrud stopped.

The Ogre stopped, stuck and paralyzed. His limbs wouldn’t answer to him: arms and legs alike were locked into position. His neck was similar, though he could still twist a bit and glance… And watch the Dragonborn approach.

“My… My… My,” repeated the Dragonborn, leaving a trail behind him as he approached, passed by, and stopped right before the Ogre. “You are a wonderful specimen.”

“My… name. Is Balgrud.”

“Balgrud. You,” continued the Dragonborn, approaching and raising a dripping index forward. “are a wonderful specimen.”

His host’s tone was sultry, cool-headed, calm. But marred with malice as he stepped back and started to glance up and down.

“Let me go! I am no… Pet to kill!”

“No, you are not. Do you want me to release you?” asked the Dragonborn, with the same disarming attitude. “I could, if you ask nicely.”

“What?”

“Yes. Ask nicely, and I’ll release you,” the Dragonborn nodded.

“Release me? Please?”

As soon as Balgrud said the word please, his captor snapped. His limbs finally answered, and his body moved. He nearly stumbled, of course… But he managed to recover his balance and face the Dragonborn. That one was powerful. But full of openings, his mouth closing and opening while he seemingly muttered something to himself. Someone could easily-

“Twist my neck and kill me?” continued the Dragonborn, his musing turning into humming.

“Are you in my head?”

“Yes! Your mind is fascinating! Well, less than fiends. But a smart Ogre. The way you intermingle strength and logic together, it’s… Illuminating! But you don’t know my name, and I don’t plan to be your captor,” said the Dragonborn, extending a hand… Grimy hand.

“My name is the Dark Urges, as my father nicknamed me. And… You’re right; I’m dirty.”

With another snap, a breeze of fresh air seemed to fill the room. One instant, muck and blood filled and turned the room into a dirty pit. The next instant, the place was devoid of any dirt, trails, or filth. Not even Balgrud, as he felt cleaner… Everywhere.

“Here. I also thought to clean you. Before we get to the topic,” continued the Dragonborn, still reading into Balgrud’s mind and using it.

“… Oh, you dislike mind reading. I’ll take my leave.”

It… Surprised Balgrud. Before him stood a strange individual named the Dark Urges, who seemed affable and kind. Someone yet able to bathe in blood and to relish in it. He was dangerous; that’s what the Ogre’s instincts screamed. Yet, Balgrud gulped.

“What do you want?”

“Already wanting to please me! Oh, Balgrud, you are so generous,” said Dark Urges, reaching for his chest with both hands, as if holding his heart. “It’s often hard to express what I want. So many are driven by the need to flee, fight, or whatever. It’s so refreshing! You are refreshing!”

Balgrud blinked, surprised by the sudden wave of emotions the Dragonborn unleashed before he approached to grab the Ogre’s hands. In comparison, the Dark Urges' hands were... so small. They easily fit into that palm.

“I want you to breed me, Balgrud!”

“What?”

The Ogre suddenly pulled his hands away and stomped back while raising his other arm.

“Breeding, you know what it means?” asked the Dragonborn, joining his hands before his chest.

Breeding, fucking, or whatever. Yes, Balgrud knew it, though he had no chances with members of his species. And with the Dragonborn? That guy was so small in comparison, he’d split him in half!

“Yes, I know what it means! Are you crazy?”

“… A bit,” admitted the Dragonborn, tilting his head left. “But there’s a reason.”

“… A reason? To ask an Ogre to breed you?” wondered Balgrud, surprised.

“Yes! A very good reason! My Dad wants an army! See. At first, I wanted to recruit cultists, but they were tough to work with. They keep backstabbing one another,” the Dark Urges explained, strutting on his left while Balgrud glanced at him.

“I told myself. Urges! Daddy wants a proper army, not idiotic misfits! So… I turned to monsters, like you. At first, taming worked well, but leading a larger group became near impossible. The pack mentality is hard to work against,” continued to explain Dark Urges, turning and doing the same struts, pacing inside his room.

“And… It leads to breeding?” butted in Balgrud.

“No! Not yet! But clever!” commented the Dragonborn, his red eyes brimming with attention. “You’ll be a perfect breeder… But before that, I thought about using Mindflayers. They’re smart and cunning, and they don’t care about the methods. But it fell flat. They need an elder brain to wrangle them, and I don’t have one at hand,” moaned the Dragonborn for a moment, until he smiled and stopped right before Balgrud.

“That’s where the breeding comes.”

“BINGO! See, you are a wonderful specimen,” cheered the Dark Urges, bubbly as he approached and reached for the Ogre’s loincloth. He wasn’t waiting, and Balgrud felt those clawed hands on his genitals, making him both sick and nervous.

“The problem with my ideas was to force people to follow MY orders. I am a generous master, but people have their own needs.”

Balgrud heaved, silent while the Dragonborn marked a pause, expecting an answer.

But when the silence became too heavy, he continued.

“Isn’t it simpler, then, for everyone to follow Daddy’s will? He’s more pursuant to it than me!”

“… Daddy?”

“Daddy Bhaal! He brought me to this world because he can’t step on it. It was him who brought me here, gave me my powers… And taught me how the world works,” chuckled the Dragonborn with a tinge of insanity in his laughter…

His clawed hands were digging deeper into the loincloth, massaging what would feel like hairy boulders to the Dragonborn. He massaged them, rolled them, lifted them while their owner remained flustered with his tusked mouth all open.

“So… Would you please breed me? Pretty please?” asked the Dark Urges, his muzzle hard-pressed against Balgrud’s round belly.

“I-… I am unsure. Will you kill me?”

“Why? Our children will need you to learn how to kill and crush in Bhaal’s name!”

“Even if… I hurt you?” asked Balgrud, feeling the blood rush to his loin… And the pressure the loincloth was on it.

“Hurt me? Are you not interested in breeding me? I can catch another—”

“It is not what I meant… I am big. Very big. It will hurt you.”

“Ohhhhhh!” suddenly exclaimed the Dark Urges, his smile spreading wider. “You want it, too! I’m so glad we met! And… It will hurt me! But that’s what is good!”

“… By Annam,” mumbled Balgrud as he felt the scalie hands release his testicles… They felt hot and bothered. But not as much as his face when the smaller humanoid grabbed his hands to pull on them.

“Come on. Let’s get you in bed! We mustn’t wait any further to consummate our union!”

Balgrud sighed… yet relented. In that place, in that hellhole, it seemed pleasing that lustful and whimsical Dragonborn was the way to survive. The cultists had managed to capture him easily, and the Dark Urges only needed a snap to produce magic that could either paralyze or free him.

In comparison… … Well, it could be a difficult breeding, maybe he couldn’t even be satisfied. But in the end… Could Balgrud gain his freedom? Or a few more seconds?

In the end, the bed was quite comfortable under the touch. The sheets were clean and silky, soft to the touch. It contrasted the fur and skin he was used to wearing or the mat he used to sleep on. More than that, the furniture creaked but endured his weight. It was… Comfortable. Enough for him to pass a finger over the same square spot. He pressed his index there, even almost puncturing the bedding, before he heard a cough.

“Are you still clothed?” asked the Dark Urges, his bubbly voice marked by the surprise.

The Dragonborn’s head was tilted, and his red eyes were all over Balgrud. However, what struck the Ogre was the scales.

He watched the Dragonborn’s muscular and fit body with an intense gaze. Sure, he had a mage before him, but the Dark Urges’ appearance was defined. He had seen many a scrawny cultist or wizard. That sorcerer? Nah. Under those white and red scales, he had defined pectoral muscles and abdominals. His thighs were thick, the same as his biceps, which flexed while he advanced on all fours. His tail swayed behind him, noting a pace Balgrud couldn’t tell while the creature’s eyes were all over him… And drooling.

“I… Give me an instant,” the ogre explained, moving away from his bed inspection towards the leather loincloth he wore. His fingers were on the cord holding it when he heard a snap.

“Let’s not wait! Daddy wants a strong army!” chuckled the Dragonborn while the Ogre’s loincloth dissolved and disappeared.

Beneath it? Well, there was something so massive, hairy, and large it made non-Ogres faint. But not the Dragonborn at all, as his eyes opened wider, and he drooled more.

“Oh… my. You are hung!” praised the Dragonborn, crawling closer and closer like a feline.

His posture was bestial; his back arched to the point of displaying forth his generous ass. But the Dark Urges’s focus was all on that cock, as noticed Balgrud. Those eyes were fixated on the hairy scrotum, on the orbs bigger than the Sorcerer’s head. Yet, it didn’t stop Dark Urges from leaning and giving that scrotum a tongue flick. Then another… And another.

It felt like lashes, pleasing and tempting, however. Lashes of delight and affection Balgrud had… Never experienced. Was sex all this intense?

He moaned.

“What… How?” he asked, his voice quivering. His legs almost closed on the Dragonborn, but he stopped when he sensed the cold scales against his leathery skin. It was… Enough for the Dragonborn to halt his lashing lick, leaving behind a trail of saliva all over those black hair, sweaty but not grimy.

“Is this your first time?” asked Dark Urges, sitting on his backside. His tail wagged, his mouth contorted with a gentle smile… And his feline attitude remained.

“Not. No. I’ve had other experiences, but nothing like this, like the small people do,” he explained, having difficulty swallowing his saliva.

“Heh. Small people have a lot of techniques to please their partners. I could show them to you!”

It was hard not to feel or share the same bubbly energy from the Dragonborn, especially when he had extended his neck to lay his chin against the Ogre’s scrotum… And his muzzle almost touching and stroking that half-hard cock with his “beard”.

He even poked it with a clawed finger while blowing on the Giant’s pubes.

“This is… Generous of you. But… I’m unsure if I should,” mumbled Balgrud, slowly sobering up from the intense high he had felt a moment ago. His brain scrambled to find back his instinct and his sense of self-preservation… But the more he watched the Dragonborn, the less intimidated he was…

Especially with those red eyes following his cock’s movement, poking and jostling the enormous shaft around with a sort of innocence.

“Hmm? Unsure? Why?” asked the Dark Urges, returning to Balgrud… Those red eyes’ irises suddenly grew wider, and the Dragonborn went on his knees… His whole demeanor made him look smaller. He joined his hands, almost like a prayer.

“Why? You don’t want to breed me? I’m not cute enough?”

“Er…”

“Please, Balgrud. I promise I’ll be a good boy! And it won’t hurt! Breed meeeeee!”

The Ogre watched the toothy smile, the wide eyes, and the overall… Pitiful expression. Was… That the monster he saw a moment earlier, covered in gore? He gulped again.

“You promise… Nothing bad will happen to me?”

“No! As long as you breed me and be a good dad, nothing will happen to you! I promise!”

The Dragonborn even lifted his chest, puffing it up, before tracing a cross over it… This wasn’t a binding vow, but the cultist’s theatrics sold it off the same way.

“Okay. I believe you. I will breed you,” said the Ogre, extending a hand to grab the Dragonborn by the shoulders. That way, it would be easy to lift him and make him sit on his dick… But no, the Dragonborn slapped the hand away.

“Not yet! I wanna taste my reward!”

“Re-… Ohhhh!”

In one instant, Balgrud’s lifted eyebrows raised even higher when the Dragonborn’s mouth ended on his cocktip. The breath was warmer, the lips even warmer.

As for the tongue? It was a lashing and burning tendril that moved to swirl over the sweaty and precum-coated cockhead to collect the fluids on it. Like a snake, the tongue swirled and danced on the skin without leaving any spot bereft of touch. While Balgrud might have been touch-starved, his chest lifting and his mouth agonizing… The Dark Urges had been thoroughly starved as his mouth swallowed any drop as if he could find sustenance out of them… And then, his mouth approached the Ogre’s urethra.

“W- Wait!”

Balgrud’s voice echoed within the chamber, like a distant cry as he looked down at the Dragonborn… Who looked back, surprised.

“You don’t want anymore?” he asked, almost saddened.

“No! I- I need to pee,” said the Ogre, pointing at his groin and his swollen lower belly. He had been given to eat and drink but never allowed to get out of his cage. Now that his cock was getting touched and stroked, he was reminded of his lack of freedom.

A detail that left the Dragonborn thoughtful before he opened his mouth.

“That’s perfect. I’m thirsty!”

“… Sorry?”

The Ogre’s eyes widened. He saw the white Dragonborn hold his mouth open expectantly.

“You can’t…”

“Pleaseeeeee!”

Balgrud closed his eyes, avoiding those pleading eyes. He wasn’t like his brothers, who had no shame whatsoever. He had always been civilized or tried not to be like those idiots. But it was hard not to give in to those eyes as they watched him... and pleaded.

“You’re… Certain?”

“Pleaseeee!”

Ultimately. He relented.

He closed his eyes and focused then on his cocktip. He clenched his buttcheeks, and contracted his thighs. He felt the warm breath against his urethra. And then, the tingly hot sensation at the base of his dick. And then… It flowed.

He felt relief as his bladder was finally emptied, and the warmth from the liquid spread inside his cock… With the weight removed, he even threw his head back while he sighed.

It felt so good. So pleasing to finally take a leak.

“Haaa… Yes. It had been... hours,” he mumbled, watching the cages and chains above. Then he turned back and down to the Dragonborn, to the Dark Urges whose mouth had locked around the Ogre’s urethra and whose throat bulged every so often from the flow.

Mesmerized, Balgrud watched how the tiny male swallowed and swallowed again, seemingly uncaring for the endless flow of urine going right into his mouth… And sometimes on the side as it managed to drip from his lips.

Even from up here, he smelled the acrid scent assaulting his nose. It was a staunch smell that hung around and should have been worse for the Dragonborn… Yet, the male seemed so eager, so earnest about drinking it.

Those eyes were closed, his jaw locked, but his lips raised in a smile… Furthermore, his limbs were relaxed. Everything from the Dragonborn showed signs of satisfaction, even his wagging tail.

And then… As the flow started to wane, and the Ogre’s bladder was emptied… The urine stopped, and the Dragonborn swallowed one last time before he raised his hands and licked his lips.

“That was…” he suddenly said, his tone low and his brows dropping.

“That… Was?” asked Balgrud, holding his breath.

“That was delicious! Let’s do that again!” exploded the Dark Urges with a large grin. His tail wagging like a pet, he plunged his mouth against the urethra once more. However, he did it not to keep a firm seal around the orifice but to probe it with his tongue.

“Fuck!” shouted Balgrud, feeling his dick’s inside suddenly outstretched by the appendage. The sensation was, of course, alien and surprising. But pleasing nonetheless, as the tongue wasn’t… hurting, prickling, or hitting. In fact, the ogre had a hard time finding a way to describe the sensation. But it felt pleasing.

Enough for one of his big hands to land on the Dragonborn’s head and keep him there, inside, playing and toying with that cock.

For a blissful moment, Balgrud didn’t move. All of the stress he had experienced or frustration melted away. Under the Dragonborn’s licks, his body relaxed, and his muscles released. He even felt a slight sensation coming from his bladder, a reminiscence, but it quickly disappeared as the tongue neared the Ogre’s prostate…

And finally, poked it, touched it. But didn’t go any further.

Everything else had been licked and cleaned, leaving his urethra bare and proper… For what? He couldn’t tell. But somehow, he knew it as he released his grip on the Dragonborn’s head and sighed, looking down at the bubbly creature.

“You liked it?” chuckled the Dragonborn, clapping his hands in that same joyful attitude.

“Hah… yes. It was good,” he mumbled. He felt a tad light-headed, and his thoughts weren’t as focused as they should have been. But he could say that… He enjoyed it.

He enjoyed seeing the Dragonborn turn away, still on all fours, with his rump raised and his tail pointed up like a beacon.

“Good! Because we’re not done! Daddy wants a brood from us!” Dark Urges chuckled, his levity slowly influencing the Ogre.

Balgrud leaned, forced against his paunch belly, and placed a firm hand on that ass. Despite the scales, those cheeks were soft to the touch. Silky even, with a slight cold sensation as he rubbed his thumb against them… But the closer he moved to the asshole itself, the warmer they were… And the more incentive he had to approach, to explore… And to touch that orifice.

Much like its owner, it… Squirmed. But opened up under the thumb’s pressure. The orifice wasn’t tight by any means. Truthfully, Balgrud had an intimate conviction it would be a breeze to peruse that ass. Nonetheless, he pushed against the sphincter and… Tugged on it. He tugged on it from both sides, enjoying the slight contractions coming from it and the sort of slimy liquid embracing his fingertips as he explored the hole.

“You’re… Stretching me,” moaned the Dragonborn, his raised tail wagging with anticipation.

“I want to see how stretched you can be,” he said by locking his middle fingers and index within the hole, scissoring it to keep it spread while he used his other hand to explore the inside. Even with their size difference, even with Balgrud’s oversized digits… The orifice accepted the added pressure without any signs of pain from the Dragonborn or any resistance whatsoever.

That Dragonborn’s ass was… Made for this. It was stretchy, the insides silky and malleable, while the flesh seemed to produce a natural lubricant all the way through. And… The scent coming from it, it was like a delicate fragrance making any proper male twitch and desire… And get a boner.

Balgrud was no different, but he controlled himself well enough to focus on slipping his fingers inside that hole to explore it. Beneath his touch, the muscles twitched and contracted… But didn’t oppose his assault. It confirmed what he thought… And the deeper he went, the more ensured he was he could… Indeed breed Dark Urges. A Dragonborn whose body was… made for this.

The Ogre gulped, ever so slowly pulling his fingers away. He cared not to hook the sphincter on the way out and not pull on the organs.

Until… With a wet [I]PLOP! [/I]the hole was released. It gaped, obscenely… And with certainty. But it was primed and prepared for the Ogre, as his cock had been painfully erect all that time. The tip was bright red, shimmering in the candlelights here and there… Prepared, lubricated…And nudging the orifice.

As more of an instinct than a desire from the Dragonborn, the sphincter clenched upon that dick. It closed, barred any entrance, and stopped the Ogre in his movements… yet.

“Go on, big guy! Break me!” shouted the Dark Urges, egging on the massive male to disregard the resistance.

Balgrud gulped… His digits approached the hips, grabbing them. In comparison, the Dragonborn was… So small. So tiny. He could be held in the palm so easily. A mere push in the wrong way and he could break… Yet, the Dragonborn wanted to be fucked?

The Ogre watched his partner, awaiting for any sprung trap… And then, he gave in.

He pushed his hips forward while his hands dragged the Dragonborn back, forcing their bodies to meet and collide. The cockhead nudged first, threatening the clenched opening with its enormous presence. It was like spearing someone with it… But with pleasure.

Balgrud thought of it as he heard the tiny male scream and his voice rise in octaves. The orifice opened up, easily… But its pressure and tension around the cockhead was constant. Even if the Dragonborn had told the ogre, he could be fucked… That hole was still adjusting.

And it adjusted on the way towards the depths… No, not only the holes and organs. With his hand on the Dragonborn’s belly, Balgrud sensed his own dick through the cold scales and the occurring moves within those guts. As well as he sensed the heaves, the moments when the Dragonborn took in a long deep breaths.

He sensed it all… Yet continued, ramming and pressing more of his cock within.

An eighth. A quarter… A third. A half. He slowly progressed, careful yet… Answering what the Dragonborn had requested of him. He tried not to care about the screams and the wiggling in his hands, nor the spittings and coughings. He continued… Pushed. And… Sighed when his testicles met with the Dragonborn’s nuts.

Balgrud let out a raucous grunt, completed by a slight shiver when that hole closed on his dick. He was entirely into a small man, and he could feel his bulging dick through the scales everywhere he put his hands. Yet, he heard no more sounds from the Dark Urges. No more movement.

He wasn’t wiggling anymore, and the Ogre stood silent for a moment.

“Are you… Done?” finally hissed the Dragonborn. His body was a wreck, his internal organs certainly squeezed, and his limbs were limp. But he still managed to look over his shoulder to glance at Balgrud.

“I-… Are you okay?” asked the Ogre, starting to pull out by tugging on the Dragonborn’s body.

“Hrmph… Yes! It’s like a Wednesday for me… Don’t pull all the way!” he ordered, his weak voice carrying all that intent and strength—something that still managed to hold onto the Ogre’s mind. Balgrud pulled… And pulled, until he was on the verge of departing from that tensing hole. If he so desired, he could. That hole couldn’t resist; the Dragonborn’s cravings were suicidal.

But… He sensed the small Dragonborn’s squeeze from that hole.

“Pleaaaasee… Use me. Make me your fucktoyyy!” moaned the Dragonborn with his limp tail dropping by his side.

Balgrud… Bit his lips, tasted the blood within… And. He pushed.

That time, he didn’t wait, and their hips met right away. In a loud clap, their bodies united, and the Dragonborn howled from… joy? Wouldn’t it be in pain from the belly so swollen he looked pregnant if not for the veiny shape beneath the scales?

Yet, the Dragonborn kept screaming while his toes curled from the sensation.

“Yes! Yes! Breed me! You vile beast! Abuse me!”

Balgrud barely listened to the Dragonborn’s words. If… The small one was fine with him using that hole… Then he would. He did.

He used the Dark Urges and gripped him with two hands, tangling his fingers beneath the belly and then… He pumped.

Back… And Forth. Back… And forth.

Faster. Stronger. More intense was the Ogre’s pace as the seconds passed, and the Dragonborn’s voice kept echoing within the room. Even if he abused that little one, even if it was wrecking him from the inside, the pleadings and screams continued.

“FUCK ME!” “TAKE ME!” “STUFF ME!” “I’M YOURS!”

The slew of berating yet pleading requests from the deviant Dragonborn continued… One that seemed to find no end as the breeding held on.

The movements were rough, brutal. The bed beneath them creaked and squeaked but endured despite the rocking movement from the Ogre. It was… Endless. Ceaseless. Without so much of a break as his enormous cock plunged within the hole with only a split second to spare, welcomed back by the warm inner folds soaked in with all the pre.

That… Was pleasing. Tempting even for the Ogre, whose mates have always been so despondent or uncaring.

Even if his ears started to ring from the high-pitched pleas, his face… Relaxed. His jaws half-dropped, his eyes closed… And a bead of saliva dropped from his stuck-out tongue to fall on the Dragonborn’s backside.

He was in heaven, blessed, his dick massaged by what was the best and most skillfully crafted hole. The velvety surface held onto him like loving hands and their slightest of squeezes were able to steal out a whimper out of him.

Whimpers that slowly grew in pace, in a staccato. Their frequencies increased, followed by the sounds of clapped cheeks and smacking balls.

Ever so steadily, the pleasure grew in Balgrud’s groin. A pressure rammed itself against the dam of his groin and his mind. It threatened to overtake him, swallow him, and break apart who he was by its shearing sparks.

His eyes closed again. He squeezed his eyelids. He didn’t care for the drops of saliva on his partner’s back. Nor did he listen…

And then… It exploded.

He exploded… He felt his mind enraptured, taken away, stolen by the sparks and the moment.

He held his posture, with his arms firmly digging into the Dragonborn’s sides. He felt his muscles locked in position, and only his hips could move.

And even then, it was to pump within, to weakly… Give a firm push.

All the while, semen spouted out of his dick like a wave… Beneath the scales, Balgrud felt the pressure building up. The skin was starting to get taut; his digits were slowly swallowed by the rolls due to the cum pouring in.

He even heard a weak gargle from the Dragonborn in front, although he couldn’t care any less.

His… Body was appeased. His testicles were at peace, no longer churning and burning with need. His cock was… Sensitive, but the orifice wasn’t closing on it, giving a moment of respite to the bright ogre. His prostate felt… Relaxed.

He sighed, finally sensing his muscles easing off, and he relaxed his grip.

He closed his eyes… And sighed, dropping on his backside. The bedding welcomed him, so soft against his skin. It was a shame about the cum pouring from the gaping hole, more so when he pulled out. But he was too tired to care. He was too exhausted to heed the slight movements from the Dragonborn between his spread legs.

What was happening? He couldn’t care less… And yet, he heard again the movement… Something was pressing against his thighs. A clawed hand?

Slowly, with difficulty, the Ogre lifted his head. It weighed a ton at that moment, and his neck muscles were sore for whatever reason. Yet, he lifted his eyes to meet with Dragonborn’s weird gaze…

The small humanoid had his belly swollen, he even had some cum dripping from the corner of his mouth. But he had managed to climb and lay on Balgrud’s lower belly, his muzzle in his hands while his feet kicked the air.

“Wh… What?” asked Balgrud, surprised to see how the tiny creature had managed to drag himself up there. His body should have been wrecked and ruined, necessitating healing. Yet… The Dragonborn smiled back at him.

“Surprised?” asked the cultist, so cheerfully. He even let out a slight whistle, followed by a cloud of cold steam from his left nostril, followed by a gush of cum coming from that one. He…

“Oh yes… Surprised. Don’t worry, Balgrud. I can resist everything. And more than that. Let’s give Daddy an army. A biiiig army!”

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The Temple’s halls were filled with joy and praises as the Dragonborn squatted by the Altar, his body fighting against gravity and the additional weight beneath the scales. Yet, the Dark Urges kept his body steady while he leaned forth.

With a delicate hand, he stroked his exposed belly, taut from all the eggs inside. He had ridden that Ogre until his body gave out and his mind broke… But still, it hadn’t been enough to produce an army for the Dragonborn.

Not nearly enough, even as he cupped the belly bump he had. But it was possible to salvage it. His followers had brought him more monsters. And… if necessary, Balgrud’s children could sire him again. Oh… Merely imagining those thick massive cocks ruin and gape his hole made the Dragonborn moan and relax his grip over his asshole… just for a moment, but enough for some slime to ooze out of his hole and land on the stone.

An instant followed by a cultist rushing on all fours, drooling and snarling, to get a taste of the Bhaalspawn luscious fluid.

They were hungry…. The Dragonborn could give them that. He smiled, watching all the priests eagerly watching him with anticipation. Those eggs were primed, bearing the energy of an Ogre in each of them… And they would be the firsts.

Without any prompt, the Dragonborn extended a hand towards each side of the Altar. He planted his posterior on the bars there to support it. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. And moaned.

The mix of slime, cum, and precum started to pour from his ass. Balgrud had filled him so much in a matter of days, even when his eyes had started to be glazed over, even when that shriveled body could no longer raise even a finger.

So much cum fluids had been pushed inside the Dragonborn. And now, with his ass spread over a basin, he could finally release it all.

Already, the priests and the cultists rushed to get their fill from that makeshift trough. Their incessant lapping managed to plant a smile on the Bhaalspawn’s face, even as the flow started to recede… And one egg crowned.

Its lustrous white surface pressed on and… For a moment, the Dragonborn thought it couldn’t leave on its own.

The surface was too slippery, and the hole was too big. Even his sphincter, so used to all the breedings his Daddy had requested, was pushed to its limit. And… Finally, in a moan, the egg dropped.

It dropped into the basin, protected by the fluids.

And from the gorging cultists, from those whose stomachs were filled with that luscious liquid emanated a chant. A chant in the glory of Bhaal and the firstborn for his new army.