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[I]You have been selected to become the Hero.

Please, choose your class.

[/I]“Finally!"

With a flair and a grin, Sam took a look at the slightly translucent blue screen that had appeared in front of his face as he was cleaning his longsword. His dastardly grin was intense, joyful, and his green eyes brimmed with envy at all the possibility as he would become a Hero.

Not a lowly mercenary, not a piss-poor peasant toiling the field. And he chuckled, taping the screen.

“Took you long enough, eh? Well, well, well. What are my options, now? Something good?"

Sam wasn't… The most virtuous man who lived in the Lesbarn outskirts. Not that it mattered much in a land so profuse in monsters and creatures to slay, you could not take three steps without having to swing your sword.

Even now, it was the traces of a gaggle of Goblins that he had been wiping from his sword, enjoying the fire in his little camp. It seemed that it had been enough for him to reach a Hero's level, earning that sweet, sweet level up.

“Hmmm… Hero of Bravery. Hero of Devotion. Hero of Faith."

Frowning and his fingers wagging, Sam slowly articulated each word he read. He squinted, frowned. But made sense of them as he looked at the offered classes. A Hero wasn't a single name, but a whole lot of classes only a few humans could reach through effort and luck. Something he had been working on ever since his early adolescence and finally reached in his twenties… Even if he looked more like a scraggy old man with his unkempt beard, his uncut hair, or his general aura of… Sleaziness. One worse as he smiled, showing his crooked teeth.

“Hero of fertility, heh… What's this? Never heard of it," chuckled Sam as he flicked the name. “Hero of Fertility. Allows you to conceive with any race, blablablabla. Sweet! Pfhr… Only losers would take something like Hero of the Sword. Fertility? Hah! That's something!"

No. Sam wasn't virtuous. Even as he read that line, it was certain there were some poor women in a city or a town somewhere he had knocked up. Why? Because he was that, a bastard who used to go to a village, kill, and then shoot his load in a pretty maiden he could coerce with a bit of gold.

“Hmm… There was that little bitch. That elf, maybe I can put a kid in her with that," he smirked, pressed the button.

[I]Selecting Hero of Fertility, do you confirm?

[/I]“Pshh! What? To pass up on beastgirl babes and whatnot? Yeah, Confirm! Get me those sweet skills!" laughed and roared Sam as he smacked his knees, smiling ear to ear as he was already going over what he could do. A Hero was a paragon of their quality. A Hero of the Sword would gain all the skills to use any sword. And a Hero of Fertility? Well, it meant he had to gain something?

“Hehehe. Let me peek at my new tool," chuckled Sam, his face twisting as he stood up and threw his sword aside.

His leather armor was sturdy, efficient, with some plates added to cover his shoulders, thighs, and breasts… But it was a fight to get it off as he fought the belt, groaning in the suddenly silent forest.

“Fuck… Get off!" he grumbled, roared even as he pulled on the steel. His pants were already getting tight, his body hot and bothered. He hadn't blown his load since he got the kill order from that village, three days ago. He hadn't blown his thing, and he wanted it. He wanted it so bad as he imagined that pretty girl's ass hidden with that pretty nightgown he'd seen on her in the dead of the night.

His cock throbbed inside his pants, his balls were feeling heavy… And finally, with a grunt, he undid the buckle. He pulled the belt and the pants down in one instant, before he looked at his cock.

Six inches… Wide-tipped, veiny, musky, glistening with sweat and precum as it was stiff within the firecamp's glow. His balls were loose, heavy… Hairy. Much like the rest of his groin.

But no.

“The hells? What's happening there? Hey! Status window! Come back! Tell me why my dick hasn't changed!" roared Sam, reaching for the air, waving his hand to make the said window appear.

And it did.

[I]Potential Partner detected. Lust drive activated.

[/I]“Uh… There's a gi-?"

“Grrr"

The sound was low, so deep Sam even felt it to his core. But what he felt was the sudden weight as massive paws landed on his shoulders. He felt the pouncing creature landing on him, toppling him, and then making him fall down. Like a cut tree, he fell like a stump and narrowly smacked his head on a rock. Instead, it was only a pebble, but the hit had been enough to chink one tooth.

And he hollered.

“Fu-CK?!"

He hollered as he turned his gaze above his shoulder, with his mouth filling with the taste of blood. And fear as he saw what had pounced on him. A Lycan. Not one of the cursed werewolves turning into beasts during the full-moon. No, Lycans were a whole different type of beasts that should have disappeared, gone extinct. Hulking, massive, reaching eight feet tall and above. It was a creature made to kill, to murder, and to prey on humans ages ago.

And that creature was there, coated in black, with its golden eyes on Sam and licking its lips.

He froze.

Sam froze as he saw those clawed hands on his exposed posterior and holding him tight, holding him down as he felt the Beast's warm breath onto his hairy buttcheeks, pressing on them.

Being eaten from the back was not… Something he had been looking for. And he gulped, looking around for his sword. He lifted a hand, but the creature growled when it saw him moving.

“Shit… Shit… Shit. Activate my skills! Anything useful on that Beast!" he roared, looking at the still-open status window.

[I]Do you confirm the selection?

[/I]Sam squinted at the words, feeling the effect of the concussion, but growled: “I don't care. Yes!"

[I]Error. Lust Drive already activated. Activating Breeding Hole. Activating Rewriting.

[/I]“What… The- HRMPH! What… Is this?"

Sam bit his lips as he felt something strange. And odd coming from his backside. As he sensed it warm up and intense. As he sensed the rim, nestled between the cheeks, burn up like fire. But it was not the only change. He felt his inside heating up, too, like a scalding and twisting rod inserted inside. And then, he felt it… The caresses on his posterior, the relief in the touch. The pleasure tingled as his erection sprouted back to life from the Beast's caresses and touch. From the breath onto his butthole. And the tongue slipping inside the asscrack.

“St… Status Window! Status Window! Sh-Show me the effects! Show me… Hero of fertility!"

He pleaded, swallowing his saliva as he sensed that slick and long tongue stroking his buttcheeks' inside, swirling and brushing the hairy strands before it landed on his asshole. On his steamy, warm, and wet asshole. And as it touched, as it reached, Sam felt like water had been poured on it. Felt like his orifice had been burning hot, and the contact with that tongue made everything sizzle. He quivered, his thighs tensing as the tongue started to push inside his orifice, forcing it open in a way it hadn't done before.

He wasn't gay; he had done nothing with other guys, not even tried a finger. And here… There was the jaw of a Lycan almost gnawing at his butt and a tongue that drilled his hole, sending quivers through him.

[I]Hero of Fertility. Skill listing?

[/I]“Yes! Yes! Show them!" shouted Sam, watching as the words formed on the skill window.

[I]Fertility blessing – Passive. You can conceive with any race and bear their children. Increased gestation state and instantaneous post-partem recovery.

Lust Drive – Currently in use. Increase the sex drive of any potential partner and you.

Breeding Hole – Currently in use. Increase anal pleasure and allows self-lubrication.

Rewriting – Currently in use. Inherit traits from the partners after a coit[/I].

“What… Is this? Is that a fucking joke?"

Sam's jaw dropped as he looked at those skills. Nowhere had he heard about a Hero of Fertility. And it… Made sense as he looked at what those skills were. They were not skills that would make him able to breed anyone. It allowed anyone to breed him, to use him, to make… him anyone's bitch.

And it was what the Lycan was doing. What it was planning to do as that tongue started to wiggle against the entrance and forced its way inside. With it, each spot touched suddenly cooled off and felt better. Soothed by that tongue as it wormed deeper, deeper into Sam's hole as it opened and released the tension.

All the pressure, all the tension, all the pain he had been sensing within him from his daily life… That tongue eased it off. No, more than that, it made him feel whole. Full. Entire. Completed as he heaved like a beast on the ground and felt his own erection poke down, at a pebble, while rock solid. While spurting and shooting precum on the ground.

His fingers dug into the soft soil, his teeth gritting despite the unnerving appreciation as the Lycan planted its paws on the posterior, massaged it, and spread it. That tongue delved so deep the Beast's jaw was nudging the buttcheeks, and that hot breath was right on his sweating backside.

He was getting rimmed by a beast in the middle of a forest, alone. And it was… Great. Wondrous.

Sam knew it was the effect of the Lust Drive and Breeding Hole skills. But… It was feeling so great to have that tongue drilling into him. It tingled one good spot, it poked at one tiny nub that was like a pleasure button.

Whenever the Beast licked it, it made Sam feel… At peace. No. His body belonging to where it had to be. His fingers contracted, his breath halted only to be kickstarted again. And… Well, it was something he wouldn't have gotten from any girl, from any pussy. And he grumbled, reaching for his face.

“H-Hey! You! Wolfie!" shouted Sam, reaching for his head and holding onto it. That was crazy and stupid, but if he could try to speak with that Lycan. “Yeah! You! I… I know you can hear me!"

Well, the Beast's wavering ears were giving away it listened but wasn't keen on answering. Could it?

“Can… Can you talk? Let- Let me go! And I can let you have babes better than- Oohohhh! Shiiit!"

Did he cum? No. Was he pleased? Certainly not? Was the Lycan planning something obscene and dangerous for him? Assuredly.

But as Sam spoke and tried to coax an answer for the Creature, he felt its claws dig into his soft posterior before lifting it. Lifting and then tugging on him until he was forced to roll and land on his backside to see the Beast in front of him.

A Beast of coiling muscles under the thin and shiny fur. A Beast whose jaw was dripping with saliva. And whose cock was dripping as much with precum if not much more. The tappered end was red like heated iron, the precum making it slightly reflect the firecamp's light as it dripped and dropped over the ground and then Sam's groin. The whole length and width… massive, almost like Sam's arms. And his eyes widened when he saw the Knot, the base, popping from within the dark sheath. Taking any of that cock, and especially taking the knot, felt like a death sentence for Sam as he tried to crawl back.

“Let me-!"

[I]SHRRK!

[/I]With one foot planted on Sam's pants, the creature ripped them and freed the Hero's legs. But as soon as it did that, it reached for the ankles and hefted them. Halfway hefted him until the hips and lower back no longer touched the ground.

Despite being such a beast, the Lycan was adroit and capable of handling the soft flesh.

“Hey! Skill! Deactivate! Deactivate everything! Turn it off!"

[I]Impossible. Partner selected. Breeding ongoing!

[/I]“Cancel partner! Unselect! Whatever!"

[I]Impossible. Partner refuses.

[/I]“The hell! Why a mutt can do… no! No! No!" shouted Sam as he felt the red tip poking at his entrance. He felt his hole already gaping and oozing, maybe of lube or saliva. Either way, he felt the lukewarm drop ooze and roll over his asscrack, down, then on his lower back before it dropped on the ground. But he felt it, then its equivalent warmer and stickier that was the Lycan's precum as it was smeared all over his buttcheeks.

Then, between. Between with the tip nudging the entrance, pushing against it until it gaped in return. There was no fight, no resistance, no whatever clenching to do. Sam felt his hole open wide, enough for the cold air to rush against it. And then, the warm flesh pushed inside, spreading its warmth.

And he cried.

He shouted, cried, reached for his sword only to find it too far. And he cried, tensed, and clawed the dirt when the Lycan's cocktip poked at that “spot". Out of pain? No. Except for a bruised ego.

“FUCKING! HELL! GET! AWAY!" he articulated, frothing while he had that tip again poking at the spot, sending sick tremors through him. It was worse, way worse, than with the tongue. No pain. But such a fullness, such a pleasure, such a completion as the tension within his legs released.

And it was only the beginning.

Even as Sam saw his own erect cock, watched the tip glimmering with precum, he was aware of the size difference. The Beast had a cock that was almost twice his size, if not more. It was a bitchbreaker in full power. And he was the bitch here. His hole desperately sucked on the cock. At the same time, he sensed the warmth permeating his guts and sensed the blood still gushing from his broken tooth.

The Beast's claws were on his cheeks and one wrong nick; he would bleed out. He was the Lycan's mercy… And more than that, under his thumb as that cock again poked at that spot. His asshole closed up instantly, only to release its grip with a spurting noise from air and natural lubrication escaping.

The Beast rammed again, this time not touching the spot but merely rubbing against it as it gripped Sam's legs and dragged him closer.

“A-Away! Get! Away!" shouted the Hero, his asshole burning bright like a fire from the intense pleasure. The Beast's enormous cock was ripping his mind apart. From below, despite the splashing from his cock spurting, he watched his belly bulge from within. His guts, chiseled and perfect, were bloating and reshaped to conform to the Lycan's cock.

His abdominal waist the girls admired? Gone, vanished. Away.

“You're… Ruining… MEEEE!" roared Sam, only for his control and wits to break when that Beast's cock once again smacked against his spot.

His voice went higher as his spot was reached, and he somehow reached what was the best and worst orgasm in his life.

The best as his body quivered, as his legs trembled, as his entire self was swallowed by the sudden rush of heat and pleasure coming from his groin. It was the most stupendous and enjoyable thing he had ever felt. His cock was like spewing hot fire, and it was good. Excellent. His balls were tight and pulled. His… Everything, whether it was his legs or arms, or lower the waist, was getting into shock.

Even his asshole as he sensed his rim closing on the cock, tugging on it like he depended on it. Like… There was nothing else he could do but make sure that Lycan's dick would remain firmly inside, rubbing against his spot, the knot against his rim.

But no… It was the worst as he was giving in. As a straight guy who never had anything with guys, not even touching, he was feeling… Blissful. This… This was as pleasing as shameful. This was the most disgusting thing he had done in his life as a pervert. Watching, cranking one out in public, and so on.

But be fucked by a Beast? Like a slut or a whore? Never.

And it felt good.

It felt so good, it was so wrong to imagine he could go back to normal after that.

His cock still strained and shot through the air, hitting his face and coating that pungent seed. Cum stuck everywhere: on his scraggy beard, his brows, narrowly his eyes. It got everywhere, and even as he closed his lips, clenched his teeth, locked his jaw… Some of the pungent cum landed in his mouth, spreading that salty and strong aroma. Its peculiar touch of salt and acidity were wrong to Sam's taste.

But again… Not as wrong as getting hammered.

For… It was not done.

The Lycan was still going at it, still pummeling his guts. Even as Sam was cumming and trying his best to retain his composure, to stay silent and not cry, the feral Beast was still rushing his insides. He plunged his cock deeper, each time drumming the prostate, and pulled it away.

Each time, narrowly pulling and yanking the sphincter out.

And with it, that imprinted cock popped in and out, definitely ruining Sam's guts.

“Sh… Shit. St-Stop!" he cried, his voice coarse and sore.

But there was no end to this as the Beast continued to hammer, and another hit went on his spot, the same spot again, sending a buzz through the Hero's mind as he bit his lips. And listened.

Beyond the knot hitting his hole, the thighs smacking his cheeks red and raw, their raspy breaths.

A buzzing noise.

A window. A status window, he looked on the right.

[I]Coit reached! Rewriting condition activated!

[/I]“Heh?" managed to moan the Hero by swallowing his saliva.

[I]Select a new trait to acquire!

[/I]The status screen opened on… More words. More details, more information. In his lust-addled state, Sam tried to make sense of them. Too many, so many to read. Someone smarter might have skimmed through easily. But no… His eyes locked on two words. The ones before his very eyes.

“Tail? Lycan… Tail? What's… That? Lycan tail?"

Words Sam watched, then blinked at. Only for them to be replaced with another sentence.

“Heh?"

[I]The trait selected is Lycan Tail! Wait for intervention

[/I]Blinking at the words, trying to make sense of it, Sam didn't look… So good. His traits were extinguished, his eyes closing and opening without coordination. The semen dripped from his brows, nostrils, and more.

And then… Everything clenched.

It was not the Lycan.

Even though the Beast's hammering continued and it was dedicated to hitting the Human's inside to the point of breaking those guts apart, it did not cause the sudden and intense suffering.

No. It was a whole different ordeal when the pain sparked right from Sam's lower back. And then, vanished to become something odd and strange.

His traits relaxed. His face opened. His mouth did so as he gargled some spit.

The pain was gone, and instead, he felt like a third hand was growing on him. But rather than one that was… Well, where hands would be, he felt it growing near his back. But when he moved that “hand", it didn't answer. Though he felt the hair growing on the “palm" or the wiggling from it.

If he could look at his posterior, Sam would have understood what was happening. He was not growing a hand, though it was how his body familiarized it with the sensation. But a tail.

One that started right above the posterior, poking and reaching right. It would have poked, then, at the Lycan's nuts if not for the muscles relaxing and the tail dropping down as it grew like a furless appendage. But what “hair" Sam felt growing on his palm, it was the fur starting to appear. From the tip and the base, before it grew all over the tail like a silvery coat.

A luscious silvery fur that expanded all over the tail until it was the perfect reproduction of the Lycan's tail above, except for the coat that was clearer for Sam.

And shinier, as the fur seemed to have grown in perfect condition rather than exposed to the elements.

Still, he felt the odd sensation anchor in his mind as he was getting conscious of that tail now dropping down and the fur tingling his sweat and precum-ridden back.

A novel sensation… One that almost took his mind away from the Beast. An eerie realization for the Human as he had been fucked… But at no moment had he felt any pain or displeasure, only a sensation of fulfillment.

And one… That grew tenfold when the Lycan's grip on the ankles tensed, and it lifted him higher.

“W-Woah!" he cried, surprised, slipping on the ground, and scrapping against it.

But he cried it higher when that knot was again knocking at his backdoor. No, when the raging base was throbbing and squeezing through the sphincter but for less than an inch.

He cried, surprised, at the sensation of his hole opening up from the abuse. And at watching a similar kind of tension across the Beast's face.

It… Too. Was cumming.

Cumming once that knot had slipped inside and stretched Sam's guts beyond any measure. But again, no pain. Only a sensation of fullness, of pleasant warmth, of being… There. Something he couldn't have experienced with any girl or somewhere else. This… Was a new experience.

As much as the sensation of tempting and sticky cum pouring inside him.

It was a wetness his guts caught on, as well as a warmth spreading from his belly to his aching body.

One that followed the path as that semen poured and poured, filling his guts so much his belly started to soften from the flow. The Lycan's cock, so delineated, so precise, you could draw its shape through or count the veins, was starting to vanish and disappear.

The length, the width, the tip. Everything was swallowed by that flood at Sam's guts grew rounder and fuller. A bloating sensation he felt and experienced by rubbing his belly despite the Beast's snarl.

He watched it stay and hold onto him, keeping him with his ankles and legs up while that cum was pumped again through weak thrust.

And none of it was escaping Sam's plugged hole, the Knot keeping everything tidy and locked.

“He… Hells," he finally moaned, giving up as he hit his head against the soft soil.

He hit the ground, too, as he felt the rummage in his guts, as well as the Beast starting to shake his hips. It didn't pull out, it didn't slip away. But the massage and pressure were enough to make shivers crawl through Sam's skull and mind. He heaved, closed his jaw, and looked above. At the night sky. And then… Gargled when the Beast suddenly appeared in his field of vision, above him.

The teeth white and glistening, covered with saliva, the tongue licking its lips; it seemed about to devour him.

“F-Fuck! Don't! You can't eat me! I taste bad!" he shouted, but something appeared before his eyes.

[I]Impregnation accomplished

[/I]He blinked. Sam blinked and didn't resist when those hands, clawed and dangerous, went on his sides and hefted him. Like it was nothing.

The Beast hefted him like a deadweight. It grabbed and nearly planted its claws in his soft back, eliciting a cry of surprise and narrow fear when those claws poked at his ribs. And pleasure when the sudden lifting, the change in angle, led him to have his spot crushed by the Beast's cock firmly anchored to him.

“Shit! Fuck! HHHh! Release me! Pull back!" he cried, his voice vociferating in the Forest. But the Beast didn't release him, and he found himself hard-pressed against the Lycan's torso through the embrace.

He was so close. He heard the Beast's hastened breath, saw the muscles coiled so perfectly under the fur, the tension in the throat whenever it swallowed its saliva. More than that, with his nose pressed against the fur, Sam smelled the rough aroma coming from it. Sweat. Blood. Rust. A mix that joined the earthy smell that was the Beast's natural musk he inhaled.

But he looked up: two hands, and it would be enough to close on the Creature's neck, to close upon it. But no. Sam's arms were too weak. His fingers trembled. No. His entire body trembled as he was pressed against the Lycan's chest, feeling that tuft pressing against his torso, his belly… His cock.

His again hard and needy cock that throbbed and spurted against the Lycan's groin.

“Hey… Wait. Where… Are… HRMPH!" tried to articulate Sam as he saw the Creature look at his camp and turn away.

He tried to shake his legs, open and close them, but they did not answer him. He was far too weak to resist as he was abducted by a Lycan, impaled on that cock like a lawless whore. His face was red, flustered, and yet he couldn't deny the pleasure he sensed.

Hard-squeezed against the Beast's groin, same for his testicles; Sam was getting massaged so thoroughly his mind was abuzz, taken. Same as that spot the Creature's cock was so hellbent on knocking, on tapping, on teasing him with each step.

There were already signs he was on the verge of losing it, his control over his orgasms, over his pleasure. His fingers were tight on the Lycan's shoulders, his mind adrift and unable to see where he was going, his testicles were pulled higher. And he felt like everything down his waist was about to burst.

His breath quickened as he tried to turn his head away from the musk-ridden fur, from the mind-numbing aroma. But as soon as he did, his mind and eyes were taken back by a sudden thrust, a lift, one of the Lycan's legs lifting and tilting the Human's precarious balance.

He held. Oh… he held. He held against that fulfillment or the sensation of cum bloating his guts, adding to the pressure on his cock. He even felt the Lycan was not done ejaculating or pumping cum within, adding more to the pressure… To the weight. To the… Strokes.

Strokes, yes.

That was how Sam felt it when his cock rubbed in between, titillating by the finest strand brushing his urethra or corona. Or the meatus. Or the veins. He huffed… He huffed the intense perfume. He growled. He grunted. And… His asshole clenched. His fingers dug deeper into the Lycan's fur. And he grunted, swallowing his pride as he came against the Lycan's muscular belly, again.

Again from being taken and carried like a vulgar whore taking a whole knot.

And yet?

It felt good. So good as he watched the Lycan's impassible face while it led him… Somewhere. As pleasure waned and the afterglow followed, Sam's eyes drifted elsewhere. He did not know what part of the forest he was in. He could hardly tell what direction the Lycan had taken amidst the ferns and tall pine trees.

His mind bounced, sometimes taken back to the ministration the Lycan did to his spot, his lovespot he so tenderly brushed. But he tried to look around, to peer into the veiled Forest.

And then… At the place, they approached.

Wherever they were, it seemed the Lycan had found a strange wood cabin nestled against a rock. Somewhere on a promontory that made it easy to keep watch as the Creature climbed with many moans from Sam. And yet, without a break, the Beast slammed the Cabin's door open.

The inside was stale, with faint fragrance of dried herbs and cold ashes. Whoever had lived there, they left only a few days or more ago. Yet, the Lycan seemed unafraid as he sniffed the air, still carrying Sam through his dick. It made no effort to pull away, maybe due to the fact it would take hours before the Beast could finally pull his deflated knot.

It solely watched over that single room, going over the extinguished hearth, the wide-open closets… And then, the bed. A massive covered bed that could have been used by a Giant if not something taller.

“FOR SOLAR'S SAKE!" shouted Sam, surprised to see the wide open jaw when he turned his eyes towards the Lycan. But no, it was merely yawning and seemingly tired as it gripped Sam tightly, kept him close to his chest while it approached and clambered onto the bed… Before it dropped.

It dropped right onto Sam, narrowly knocking him out as he was suddenly crushed under a pile of bones, muscles, and fur. Warm… Fuzzy. Hot. Fur. Everything he could breathe was the Creature's so intrusive, so… Assaulting musk. The notes of wood and rust ccame to Sam's nose as he desperately tried to breathe from under the Beast.

“Get… Get me out!" he roared, waving his fists and managing to sleep them away. But no. The Beast did not release him. The Beast had… Fallen asleep.

And it snored, ignoring his movements as he was about to spend his entire night knotted up, buried under a Lycan's belly.