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Educating the Hero

Sam might have been spared a gruesome fate. But a different purpose awaits the Hero of Fertility

Sam observed the same skill window as before.

The scraggly Human had been dejected before: he had been rejected by pretty girls, lost a hefty sum of gold due to a sword scam, and much more. But this… He was at his lowest as he remained seated on a bed, his hands cupping his face while he sighed and observed the same window.

_Hero of Fertility

Skills available: Fertility blessing (passive), Lust Drive (Cooldown), Breeding Hole (Cooldown), Rewriting (Cooldown)_

He tried to see if he had other skills, any other abilities but it seemed not. Not as he had picked what seemed to be the worst option of any classes in that damned world. He grumbled, passed a hand over his unkempt and scraggy beard, scratching it, and… groaning.

He felt that kick in his stomach, and quick enough, he looked down to his belly. Gravid belly. Only two weeks ago, he had a perfect body fitted for combat: dry muscles, nervous articulations, a robust build. But after an intercourse with a Lycan, a creature of nightmare, he was… Gravid.

Impregnated.

Luckily for him, his skin was not sore despite the sudden and quick progress as he looked heavier than a woman past her eighth month. But still, he looked at his pregnancy with disgust and frustration, sneering and yet… Taking a whiff of the Lycan’s perfume hanging in the air.

A faint smell that was only reminiscing of the creature’s musky perfume, of blood and rust, he had to breathe each night as the Beast would never let him sleep alone in that bed. Each time, Sam would have to be pressed against the Canine’s fur, against that impressive form… He would smell the musk and the scent of flesh. He would hear the Lycan’s faint breath. And then, the warmth emanating from that body as it was pressed against him. Until… Until he would have no option but to take a deep breath each time, until his nose and his mind tingled.

Sam groaned, bringing a hand to his face to rub it.

“I… Get a grip of yourself, Sam. You have to find a solution,” he said, shaking his head further as he looked at the place. The hunter’s cabin they were in was by all accounts cozy. It was well-insulated, too. With the door closed and the hearth still crackling, it was almost fine for the Human to strut naked.

He had already done a little walk around the construction, finding the promontory too steep to climb down except by the stairs. But it was a long descent and by the time he would be down, the Lycan had been on his tail and had brought him back with many snarls.

Another kick.

Sam brought a hand to his belly, massaging where he had been hit as he approached the hearth, grabbed an iron, and started to push the embers aside before throwing more wood inside. He grunted under the effort, feeling so sluggish. In his state, he could not run.

But once he had given birth and got the Lycan off his back with that spawn, he was sure he could run away. Well, he would have to run somewhere. East or West. Either way, there was a town in the vicinity. A place… He could find clothes, steal a blanket, and make a cloak out of it to hide his tail.

He grunted, feeling so ashamed. And in pain as another kick hit him. He froze. And then…

Steps.

Heavy. Stomping. Unlike the Lycan’s smooth and delicate steps, even in the dead of the night, it was different. So much so, Sam took a deep breath. The steps were heavier than most… Almost like. Yes, another monster.

His eyes wandered down to the iron he held, and he slowly stood up. In the mainly empty room, he was standing in stark contrast. His fair but hairy skin, his thick arms and wider legs. Or even his exhausted gaze, heavy with bags, as he watched someone grip the lock and… Turn it.

The door creaked open, and there it was.

One hoof. Then, a second. Gray fur around the legs that grew dark as it approached the torso. A variegated coat with blotches of white and black appearing on that body covered solely with a kilt and a single harness going over his broad torso. That head. It was one of a bovine, a Minotaur with blue and deep eyes. Worse, there was that gaze as the Beast huffed, the nostrils dilated and the nosering lifted for a second while he glanced Sam up and down. And approached, dragging along a bag.

“A human… Just like he said,” started the Beast, the voice so bass, it was like listening to a tremor.

Sam didn’t answer. Instead, he raised the iron toward the Beast, holding onto his belly despite the kicking growing insidious and frantic.

“A Hero of Fertility. In the flesh,” the Minotaur continued, huffing. “In my home. I was thinking this day would never happen. What’s your name, human?”

Sam grunted, frowned. Beasts never spoke. The Beasts never acted so calmly… Much like the Minotaur putting his bag on the nearby table. A bag Sam eyed before he returned to his host, to that large blotch covering the Minotaur’s face with black fur, except for the eyes.

“Sam. And what… Who are you?”

“Huritt. Owner of this cabin. And Hero of the Beasts,” said the Minotaur, feigning a bow. “L-7 told me you’ve enjoyed the accommodations and the perks of pregnancy?”

“L-7? The Lycan?” growled Sam. “Is that your pet? And how do you know about the Hero of Fertility stuff? I’ve never met one before, never seen why. How do you know that stuff?”

The Minotaur chuckled, waving his hand before his voice lost all playfulness: “No, he’s not my Pet. He’s free, L-7 is only a denomination I use for convenience. He is his own individual, free and sentient. But for your class, I know my subject. You have selected a rare class, only a select few can pick it. Fewer the fools who confirm the selection after reading its skills. Unless you are an id-”

“You-”

As Sam was about to interject, a sharp pain hit him. It was close to a knife cutting through his abdomen. And then, there was the fire. The contractions as he was about to drop, but for Huritt’s hand.

“I was expecting a small discussion before we went on the topic. Aren’t you eager to become a mother?” teased the Minotaur, holding Sam with his strong furred while the Human felt the watery sensation between his buttcheeks and another slew of contractions hit him. His wobbly legs were barely resisting the weight… And less so the Minotaur’s hands guiding him to the bed.

“F-Fuck you! When… When this is done, I’m out. This… Damned mutt can raise its spawn itself!”

“… I see.”

The tone the Bovine employed was harsh, and a shiver ran down Sam’s spine.

Though it could also be the pain as his legs finally gave out. Whatever happened, it was happening fast. As he was led on the bed with only the thinnest fabric to absorb the waters, Sam was forced to spread his legs by Huritt and… Guided.

“Push… Keep contracting. You must never stop!” ordered the Bull, shouting through Sam’s blinding pain and suffering as he contracted and attempted to… Push.

-

Sam could barely feel his legs. Or so he told himself, despite his toes moving when he ordered them. His hand went over his face, over the small cold towel pressed against his forehead that he peeled off, grunting and throwing it aside.

He was… Still in the cabin.

He had hoped he could have made a run after the birth.

But it had been something different. For hours, he had been pushing whatever spawn had been planted inside him. His abdomen had been on fire, and often, the Bull had given him a root to chew down as it was supposed to help with the pain.

But it was not something he could have expected, even after being taken by the Lycan.

It was something different to give birth, to feel an entire new life slip through him, crown through… And leave him, until he was so empty and sore. Even then, despite the exhaustion, Sam had managed to observe Huritt’s quick movements in handling the cord before he finally passed out.

Somehow, the Minotaur had come here for that. Just to help him with his birth, as it was clear he had done this before. Like a midwife. But…

Yet, here he was. Nearby, moving.

Through the pain in his spread legs, as he closed them, Sam looked around… And then back to the little status window on his left, a discrete vision.

New passive: Birthing Hips 1 – Reduce Labor Pain by 25%

Skills available: Fertility blessing (Passive), Lust Drive, Breeding Hole, Rewriting, Birthing Hips 1 (Passive)

For a moment, Sam blinked and tried to remember. If his maths were correct, then it was… A quarter less? Still, he frowned and groaned.

“Damn you. Couldn’t you give me that instead of a tail, moron?”

“The first birth is the most painful. Even the system knows that.”

Huritt’s voice was close. Awfully close, it was akin to breathing down Sam’s nape. And yes, he was so close as he brought along a breakfast tray, complete with a jug, bread, and a bowl of a steamy liquid.

“Hmm hmm. The most painful, yeah. You can read it?” asked Sam, looking and pointing at the window, only for Huritt to nod and smile, placing the tray on Sam’s lap and a hand on the back to help him sit.

“What’s this?” asked Sam, sniffing. The liquid was brown and sweet, warm.

“Milk with a powder coming from the south. It will help you recover from the pain. Even if, with your skill, you will be back on your feet in one hour or two.”

Huritt’s voice was… Almost foreboding while Sam reached for the bowl, and grunted, feeling the sting.

“Hot!”

“Yes. It’s always prepared hot, so you should blow on it and wait for it to cool down. But, here, take some bread slices and dunk it.”

Dubious, Sam observed the Minotaur reach for one slice and dunk it into the liquid. The bread was soaking the liquid up and dripping. One vision that was proposed to Sam, but he tried to look away. In return, Huritt huffed and took a bite for himself, clearly enjoying the taste.

“I have fruits, too, if you prefer.”

Sam did not answer but watched Huritt leave and return with apples he placed on the tray, leading Sam to slowly grab one. The Child… The spawn. He looked around, expecting the Lycan’s child to be around, swathed in clothes.

“He’s not there,” commented Huritt as if reading his mind.

“The Lycan, too?”

“L-7, yes, too. Focus on recovering.”

Still, Sam didn’t feel like it. He grabbed a bread slice, dunked it, and bit the soaked-up slice.

The taste was sweet, not that he preferred. It was a tad too strung, but the warmth that followed in his stomach was appreciable as he continued, taking the food down.

“It is good you can recover. Though, it’s a shame for the cub.”

Sam didn’t pick up the answer, trying to fill his stomach. If he had to run, it was better-

“L-7 is the last of his kind, in this country. Without milk, his poor cub will be gone within the week.”

“Well. It’s not like we can do a thing. You and I,” answered Sam, slowing down on the eating. He hit his chest, feeling a bit heavy. He had no reason to feel bad for a Beast or a Monster, but killing kids wasn’t his thing. It was a line he never crossed.

“Of course you can, once I fuck you.”

“S-Sorry?” coughed Sam, reaching for his chest, hitting it, and coughing. “The fuck are you saying?”

“You need to activate your skill Rewriting, first. But once I fucked you, you can acquire the Minotaur Milk perk,” said Huritt before he shrugged. “It’s a possibility. You can leave once you’re done with the meal, should you feel like it.”

The remark was… Well, Sam blinked as he looked to his left, at his screen. His skills were no longer in cooldown. And more than that, it was… Well. Boobs were great and all, maybe getting some to grope all day would be neat. But having them, and getting stuck with them? He could not do that.

“How do you know that stuff, anyway? I never heard of someone capable of reading someone else’s status. And… That Hero of Fertility shit, you’re-”

“I know my subject. I did research. And I know more about Heroes than you can imagine. Like… Since we share the same prefix, we can read each other’s windows.”

With a chuckle, Huritt lifted his hand. A cyan window appeared, and he quickly swiped it, moving fast and placing it before Sam’s eyes. And Sam squinted at it.

Huritt, Hero of Beasts.

Beneath that, there was a long list of skills like Taming, Beast Comprehension, and more. But then, the Minotaur pointed at one little button on the lower right side: “Change Class”.

“Wait? You can change your class? Really?”

“Of course! Once your level is high enough, you have the option.”

“Huh… And how do you raise your level?”

Huritt shrugged, erasing the window with one swoop. “There are many options. As a Hero of Beasts, I help wounded creatures, rebuild habitats, maintain their hunting grounds, things like that.”

“And those skills? Are they carried over when you change your class?”

“Not necessarily. No. Is there something you would keep?”

“No.”

Sam’s expression closed as he stopped eating his meal. The status of Hero was more than he had thought. But as Huritt spoke, it was clear he knew his stuff. And he could help him.

Even if the Bovine was eyeing like a steak. Fresh meat. He gulped… By all accounts, Huritt had been kinder than the Lycan, and he was offering something that could help him. A way to opt-out.

“Can you help me with my levels? I’ll help with the cub until it’s done, and leave. All good?”

It was a good option: no guilt in killing a cub; no regrets, everyone was getting something. And he would be freed of that terrible class.

“Agreed. Let’s get down to it quickly. The earlier, the better are the cub’s chances!”

Perhaps with too much energy, the Minotaur grabbed the tray and set it aside on the table. The no-longer steaming liquid away, Sam was capable of pulling the sheet away and moving his legs. He would go on all fours and just take it like a good wo-

FWUMP!

The sound of dropping clothes caught Sam off-guard as he looked at the Minotaur. The harness had been removed, and so was that kilt, exposing his powerful back and plump posterior under that swaying tufty-ended tail.

But then, Huritt turned.

He looked down at Sam, reaching for his thighs, grabbing them in his powerful hands, and lifting the Human like he was a lightweight.

“Hey! That’s not what I meant!”

“I know,” answered Huritt as he lifted Sam while sitting down on the creaking bed. Under his weight, the wood fought… But endured. Sam was raised closer to the Bull’s groin. To that wide and slightly fattened belly… To those fuzzy nethers. And to that flared end. A cock that was so wide and heavy, and throbbing, it would be akin to taking an entire fist inside.

And yet… As the tip pressed against Sam’s asshole, he didn’t feel any pain. It was… Like with the Lycan. Instead of feeling any frustration or pain at the intrusion, it was like being filled, being fulfilled. But the penetration was slow… Dry. His heartbeat accelerated, his breath grew heavy, but already was his brain getting foggy. And yet, as he looked at his status window… No skills were activated.

He moaned and reached for the skill window, pressing one word. Then, he glanced at the other two. He wasn’t doing this for the pleasure, only to get rid of that problem. But taking that cock dry… He sighed, and pressed. No Lust Drive… For the moment.

_Activating Rewriting!

Activating Breeding Hole!_

“Do… Do it quick. I- Let’s get over with it.”

Sam felt his asshole going wet… And then, the pull down. As that fat and flared cock pressed his insides, as it stretched his lubricating guts so much his abdominal muscles were gone again, he knew. He had made the right choice as he stroked the imprint of the Minotaur’s cock, from the flare to the median ring, to the veins. The base was not inside; it was only a matter of actions, and yet, instead of the fire he had felt before… This felt like cold and pleasant ice being pressed against his rim. His rim that swallowed and suckled, massaging the cock while he sensed Huritt’s hand guide him.

Closer. Closer to the Minotaur.

The black and white was strange, like someone had tried to paint the Minotaur but went drop by drop. Even then, spots were utterly white and others black. Such was the area around the Minotaur’s shoulders, around his arm… Beneath it.

Here, the fur was caked with sweat but glistening in the daylight. So much sweat, its aroma tingled. It was a pleasant contrast, salty and strong, to the flowery scent emanating from the Minotaur’s fur usually. A mix of scents underlined by the natural touches of beast musk. A perfect mixture Sam took in as he inhaled and sniffed, then took a lick.

And a second.

His nostrils dilated. So did his irises as he took the aroma in, filling his lungs and sighing.

What… Was he doing?

Huffing a Minotaur’s pit, licking it, savoring the perfume? He was currently doing that and yet, as he pushed against Huritt’s pectorals and torso to get his head away, the Minotaur kept his grip and maintained Sam in the depths. No, he forced the Human to rub his head against it.

“L-7 told me an interesting detail about you. You move in your sleep. But when you’re given the opportunity, you’ll always press your nose in his neck, his bits, his crotch… Even his ass.”

Sam blinked, taking a deep breath and yet feeling that intoxicating scent going inside his lungs. It was not true. It was a lie. It was a perversion. Probably…

“It’s impossible!” he managed to say, coughing. “That’s… That’s the lust drive! It forces me to do that!”

“The skill that had been on cooldown for an entire week and you did not activate, yet?” scoffed the Minotaur. All the while, he moved his hand, almost rubbing Sam’s face against his sweaty pits.

In doing so, he impregnated that beard with that smell, forced the fur to rub against the nostrils and well… Forced Sam to taste it, leaving him with no retort, no remark, no smart-talk except for a scoff.

“I have a theory about Heroes of Fertility, why they are so rare. The choice only comes to sluts… People who are made for this, even if they’re hiding it deep down. You were made to take cocks, and birth kids. You were made for this… Little breeding bitch. But you did not know it, right?”

Sam might have answered properly before, when he had his full wits.

But as he was intoxicated with the Bull’s aroma, there was the hammering. The hammering of the crude words, mocking him, teasing him, belittling him. And the hammering against his “spot”, against that place the Lycan had massaged so thoroughly, he came twice that time.

“You feel it? That’s your prostate. And when I crush it, it feels good. You know you love it. I hear your moans and smell your envy… You’re in heat, slut.”

Sam moaned, indeed. He moaned and quivered as his groin started to heat up and burn. He was feeling so good, much better than his previous experiences outside the Minotaur and Lycan. Was Huritt right? Was it true? Even then, Sam was gritting his teeth as his testicles were clenching and his groin heating up. His feet arched, and his eyes rolled while he took another deep breath, another lick… And wrapped his arms around the Bull’s chest, no longer pushing it.

“That’s right… Take it in.” chuckled Huritt, mocking while his hips moved faster. His hands even left Sam’s head, allowing him to peel back. But Sam did not. His mouth and face remained pressed on the pit, on the fur he licked while the cock sent tremors through his body, his pleasure heightening… Rising and… Reaching its climax.

He cried and moaned when that hard cock finally squeezed an orgasm out of him. His cock, hard-pressed between the Minotaur’s belly and his own, finally shot white cum against the fur, smearing it. And he sighed.

_Coit reached! Rewriting condition activated!

Select a new trait to acquire!_

“Do it. Select Minotaur Milk. Don’t forget it.”

The tone, the disdain, the… Displeasure in the Minotaur voice. Sam instinctively picked on it and yet, slowly descended the list of traits he could pick. Then… He pressed on the Minotaur Milk.

Minotaur Milk selected! Proceeding!

A sharp sting hit Sam’s chest. Twice. No… More. In the end, Sam felt four stings hit, and as he looked down, he saw something different. His two nipples were there amidst the sea of body hair. But as he looked down, he saw… Two more nipples.

“Aren’t you lucky? Only a handful of minotaur get four tits!”

The remark… Sam would have gladly ignored it, but no… Not as he felt the Minotaur continuously rubbed his dick against Sam’s sensitive prostate, nudging him closer to another orgasm.

“What do you think about bre-” started the Minotaur, stopping only to glance over Sam’s shoulder. The door opened, and the Lycan entered, still naked and alone, licking his claws as he sniffed the air and… Yes. The Beast sensed the excitation in the air, enough for a red spear to poke through its sheath.

“Come in, L-7. Help me with your wife,” chortled Huritt, uncaring for Sam’s recriminations.

Not that Sam could utter more as he was again cumming his brain out, his mind stuck in a fog the Minotaur maintained by pressing the Human’s face inside his pits. He did not allow Sam to get a proper breath, a proper moment of respite.

Not even as the head was pushed away and Sam was lifted, the pressure on his guts lifted, it was then to be turned, twisted… And forced to look at the Lycan licking his lips.

“Prepare his tits.”

Tits. Well, that was not what Sam had been planning. But as the pressure on his guts returned, he was allowed to rest on Hurritt’s chest. And he saw them. His pectorals. Well, they were the first to change as his body was starting to change beneath them, forming another set of breasts.

But the first? They were already growing large and heavy, losing in tonicity and muscles to gain fat. Fat the Lycan pressed against, explored with his paws only then to have his muzzle nuzzling the right nipple.

Soon, that nipple started to heat up. No, every nipple, even the two recently added ones, was starting to heat up. To tense, to go erect. He felt them like tiny nubs, electric and burning, yearning for touch. For the Lycan’s touch, as that muzzle opened and closed on the right nipple, starting to suckle on it.

“Good job. Stimulation is the best to get a bitch lactating,” encouraged the Minotaur.

“Fu… Ck you,” groaned Sam. And moaned, too, as the Minotaur’s gruff fingers went on his lower nipples. His calloused digits were so rough, so abrupt, but they sent shivers and shocks through Sam’s spine as they brushed the tips.

And made him cry with delight, his asshole clenching like in a deathgrip, And it seemed to please the Minotaur who sighed, grumbled… And shook his hips.

“You were made for this… Right L-7?”

The Lycan didn’t answer, but his ministrations on the nipples were careful. He suckled as much as he could, pulling and tugging on them until they were so sore Sam’s cry went higher. Only then was he giving each a lick and passing to another, unaware it was the Minotaur who got Sam crying.

The Minotaur, with his way of twisting, tugging, and torturing Sam’s nipples as his tits were growing.

Fat was accumulating inside them, the shape getting round and plump enough to be felt under the caress and touch. Soon, the skin was starting to sag, too, and the lower ones would soon follow.

Still, they were not filling in. At most, they were A-cups. But Sam gritted his teeth as he was… Growing two pairs of them, like a monster. He was a monster. He was a monster-fucker, too, letting two of them have their ways with his body.

But it was good. Pleasant event as his tits were heating up in their entirety, and a new wave of pleasure hit him with their constant prodding and touching.

His cock was getting harder again, and not only from the constant pressure on his prostate. He was getting hard and excited while he looked down at the Lycan, his face contorted with anger, pleasure, and frustration.

That Beast had ruined his life. But it was the same that was so firmly tugging on his nipples, he was on the verge of cumming again… His legs tensed, his back pressed further against the Minotaur’s chest… And his arms wrapped around Huritt’s neck, holding dearly.

“You like it, don’t you?”

Physically, Sam loved it. Every sensation, from the pinching and touching and suckling; they were a tidal wave of newfound pleasure, sensual and perverse. Something so new, he could grow addicted and accustomed to it, yearning for Huritt’s strong fingers and the Lycan’s needy lips.

But then, as his voice was starting to form words, as his lips opened and closed, he felt something strange.

His tits were heavier, growing faster now that his body was getting accustomed to what was humped inside him. But… There was now a pressure inside, a nasty sensation growing inside his perky tits. Something so novel and odd, he heaved and gasped for air. His body was getting tense, his genitals again lifting… His cock again so hard. His… balls lifted again while he pressed further against the Minotaur’s chest.

“Hhh… So… Much,” managed to moan Sam, heaving as he was about to cum. And…

He groaned. His face closed as the pressure inside his tits released and so did the pressure at his cocktip. He groaned as he felt something wet drip from all his nipples. All of them until it dropped on his stuffed and swollen belly. He felt it, the milk. Soft, scalding, and sweet, landing on his guts like droplets. He was… Lactating. Lactating like a female.

He remained agape, the mouth wide open even as Huritt’s fingers reached for his mouth with a bead of that sweat liquid at the fingertip. One Sam instinctively sucked before he was given another finger to suckle on, holding onto the two.

“Hmm… You did such a good job preparing your wife, L-7. You ought to get rewarded,” chuckled Huritt as he pulled the fingers higher and followed Sam, outstretching his neck as if he could stop them from pulling away. But no. They slipped from his mouth in a wet plop.

And for a moment, he felt at a loss.

Then lost in a tempest as he was lifted, Huritt pulling out and lifting him, manhandling.

Too exhausted, too drained, Sam didn’t fight or shout as he landed on his backside on the bed. His hair dropped, his arms spread in all directions, his legs opened further. He blinked as he looked at the wooden ceiling above and then… Something dropped on his face. Heavy, twinned, furry, soft, warm. Exceedingly warm. He could not see what happened and only feel. Feel the Minotaur’s cock again going back inside his cratered hole and stretching it so thin, it would be impossible to feel anyone else except another monster’s cock.

“Wh-… What?” said Sam, huffing and sniffing the soft surface against his face. He took a deep breath and instantly felt better, relaxed, his thoughts again foggy by the now familiar and pungent stench. One that went over the rust and blood to be merely bestial, brutal. And pleasant. To his mind, to his soul as he was stuffed again.

He opened his mouth and without listening to the huffs above, he took a bit of the furred scrotum in mouth to suckle on it. Just enough to have that taste of sweat titillating his tongue while his belly again throbbed with life.

“Give your bitch some time,” encouraged Huritt, the hands reaching for Sam’s hips and the lips for one of the nipples, the lower ones, to start suckling on it. With it, the milk poured and flooded freely inside Huritt’s mouth while he started to pummel through Sam’s guts, no longer retaining himself from going crazy inside the Human’s plump ass.

His balls smacked against the sore cheeks while he kept the numb legs lifted, on his shoulders, and bent like a mere toy. But it didn’t hurt anyone… And it allowed for the Minotaur to go all in, pumping and pumping, his enormous nuts leaving red fuzzy marks in their paths while Sam continued to slurp onto those nuts.

Then, as the Lycan seemed bothered and needy, it peeled off. It removed his nuts from Sam’s face, leaving it sweat-caked and covered, only then to let his hard, red, and tapered tip land on the Human’s face. All with a wet slap as precum landed and smeared all over Sam’s face, leaving him surprised… And yet, needy.

Needy, as he huffed the smell, the masculine musk, started to suck on the tip. Then, as he moved the cock with his fingers, sore and pained, he aligned it with his throat. It was long, an arduous process filled with snarls and growls from the Lycan.

But by the end, the Lycan had his cock nestled inside Sam’s mouth, stuffing it… Filling it. Bulging that throat from inside while it started to hump and pump. It pumped, smacking that firm and red knot against Sam’s mouth and jaw, trying to force everything to open up and take the knot inside.

Yet, the Human’s jaw and mouth resisted the assault, only allowing the tapered tip to enter and roam free, to nudge, push, and tease his throat.

Despite the exhaustion wrangling him, Sam was aware he had no gag reflex. Not only that, he was audibly huffing the Lycan’s cock, his nose pressed against the throbbing knot.

But it was pointless to note it, to comment. At best, the Minotaur would jeer at him. At worst, it would do nothing but push the Beast to go further and stronger, maybe even breaking his jaw to get in. And so… The Human continued to suck, on the thin thread between bliss and mindfulness. A state of flow where he was feeling the rapturous hit on his lovespot, on the prostate, by Huritt; the constant suckling and milking of his nipples… And the hammering down his throat followed by the flow of precum stuffing his stomach, filling it no different than the warm preparation Huritt had cooked for him.

And he saw the excitation in their movements, the growing tension in those cocks, the balls tensing and lifted higher by the muscles holding them. The movements were growing tense, the distant breaths were even starting to turn into moans. Wondrous and lustful moans as Sam was the object of their desire, of their pleasure, of their abuse.

He loved it… As he, too, was feeling his orgasm coming close. A spark, then a fire, then an inferno climbing up to his head until he came. Again… He shot and with it, his asshole clenched.

With it, his lips were tight and his sphincter tighter.

So tight it took them just a few more thrusts, a few more huffs to get them coming and pulling.

To feel the warm cum pouring down his asshole and throat, different textures and yet all stuffing him and filling him to compensate for the loss of his gravid belly.

Enough for his skin to go taut, and for him to feel rested, soothed, as he laid on his back with his arms spread.

It was without a fight that they pulled out, releasing his mouth and legs, letting him rest and gargle on the best, coated with enough fluids he was growing sticky… At least, that was until Huritt threw a towel at Sam and kept one to wipe himself.

Of the Lycan… No traces. But it was not something Sam was fighting and inquiring about. He was too… Tired. Too taken by the events that were constantly swarming him that he wiped himself clean, removing most strands of cum and milk out of himself until he could consider himself clean… Enough to sit, to look up… And look at the Lycan who had returned with the cub in his hands.

The Beast’s eyes were all over Sam. Sam’s eyes went over the Minotaur, who glanced back with an impression, with a focus that intimidated Sam into taking the lethargic cub.

The little creature was… Small. So small, it was almost a wonder it could be compared to the Lycan. How such a little thing could… Become so tall. Sam sighed, closing his eyes as he approached the Cub to his chest, hoping that he would not have to use his fingers to guide one nipple to the child’s mouth.

But no… Without any help, the little creature was suckling, finally getting something to eat. And it seemed enough for the little creature to spring back to life, to stir, to wave those little paws and knead against Sam’s breasts while he sighed, feeling… Strange. Odd.

The Lycan, L-7, growled and approached, laying on the bed around Sam, snuggling against him while the Human was feeling… Good. Just good. Satisfied. Not blissful or something. Just… Lost in the moment as he watched the little cub stuff his stomach.

“That’s damn cute,” said Huritt, already putting his kilt on, once cleaned up.

“Shut the fuck up, this is just to help. Once I’m done, you’ll show me all your tree-hugging tricks to level, and I’ll change my class,” growled Sam.

“You’re a whole case of stupid, dumb bitch,” scoffed Huritt, approaching. “Helping beasts, that’s the role of the Hero of Beasts. Didn’t you get how a Hero of Fertility gains levels?”

“… Fuck.”

Sam’s mouth dropped as the realization hit him, and he looked around. There was no relief from the Lycan nor the Cub… Instead, the somber realization as he looked up at Huritt who had put his harness, pointing at Sam.

“If you want to gain level, you can still return to human life like a whore. Sure, humans will love to fuck and impregnate a four-titted and dog-tailed freak. They will treat you and your children well, I’m sure. Or just imprison you,” scoffed the Minotaur, rolling his shoulder. “Or you can stay with me. Nobody will know what happens, you’ll be fed and treated well. As long as you help me save monsters like L-7.”

“You… Trapped me in this.”

“You did that to yourself. You couldn’t bear to let a child die. But I won’t drag you kicking and screaming. If you want my help, you gotta do what I say, when I say it.”

“Or…”

“Or humans will treat you like a bitch or a freak. Once they understand what happened with your tail, they’ll know you fucked a monster, and they’ll hate you for it.”

Sam’s face contorted. Huritt was right. Monsters were not liked. Monsterfuckers less so. And as the realization hit him, he looked down at the Cub. At the tiny creature happily cooing from finally eating. And he sighed.

“Fine. You’re a bastard. But I’ll do as you say.”

Right as he said that, the Minotaur’s towel hit his face square while Huritt’s teasing voice echoed in Sam’s ears: “Good Girl.”