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Training the Hero

Guided by Huritt, Sam is learning how to employ his skills and to adapt as a Broodmother

Sam growled. He growled as his hands rubbed his belly, feeling stuck in a rut. The fire was again crackling, titillating and reminding him he wasn’t alone. That, as much as the heavy hooves stomping on the floor in a cadence amplified by a hummed song. Its notes were rough, like those crass songs he often listened to in different inns.

For a moment, Sam felt the need to check his status windows but reflected upon it, stopping as he tried to roll and move, kicking the sheets with his feet to stand up. A difficult experience as his belly was round… Rounder than his previous pregnancy. Last time, he could have strolled and moved around even a few hours before the birth. He was so gravid those days; walking was out of the way. The pain, the weight. It earned Huritt a glare. The Minotaur seemed content to ignore Sam for the moment, his quick movements amplified by the hummed song while he prepared another stew. Always stews.

However, as he reached for the cupboard, Sam’s expression shifted. It mellowed, his smile appeared, his lycan tail, remnant of his first experience with a beast, wagged. And he scowled, reaching for his nose to cover it, not to let the pungent and wondrous aroma from Huritt’s armpit get to him.

It had been such a stupid choice. Last time the Lycan, the B-… L-7 fucked him; he could have picked anything from the rewriting skill. Claws? Fangs? Powerful legs? No… He went for the nose. For that stupid nose that left him panting and gripping with all the scents surrounding him.

At that moment, he could smell L-7’s aroma hanging in the room, that rusty musk. His smell was strong, pungent, brutal to the nose. The Lycan had grown talented in using it against him, in holding and pressing Sam’s face against those musky pits or that sweaty chest. He made the Human clean that fur while that strong and knotted dick played with his hole, teased it; The tapered tip at the entrance.

Sticky with precum. Wide. Ready to push more cum inside his guts, bloating them… Stuffing him until he would be too tired to move from the Lycan’s arms, from that warm b-

“Hmm… Where did I put it?”

Sam’s focus returned to reality, to Huritt. To the massive Minotaur who was… Too, musky. He used flowery essences to help with that, but a Lycan nose was extremely sensitive. So much more as he could even smell the faint taint of cum in the air surrounding the Minotaur.

Even at this moment, with his bulging and primitive kilt, he was…

“Shit!” muttered Sam to himself, passing a hand over his face. He had to get a grip on himself. A Hero of Fertility wasn’t the typical kind of hero. Instead of gaining skills or experience through combat, it was through breeding. Whenever he let his mind wander on dirty ideas, his skills would act-

“Potential Partner Detected. Lust Drive Activated.”

Activate on their own. That was the Hero of Fertility’s particularity. Following that, those skills evolved on their own. And they often did after a pregnancy.

Even now, Sam could already feel the Lust Drive activating. Stronger than before, maybe from all the “hormones” from the pregnancy, as Huritt said it. Nevertheless, he was already feeling his asshole burning and heating. The rim opened and closed; he felt the entrance starting to lubricate itself. His cock throbbed with life, even as he pushed one hand between his thighs to squeeze it down.

“Fu…” mumbled Sam, looking up to Huritt. He could call him to help him with that. But no, he bit his lips and tried to think of something else. Of someone else.

A granny? Uh. He had already fucked some.

An old Guard? Maybe. They were often too fat.

A-

“My, my. You’re insatiable.”

Huritt’s voice cut through Sam’s thoughts like butter. The Minotaur was standing and looking at Sam, though his Kilt was starting to stir from the Lust Drive. Even then, he seemed perfectly capable of controlling his desires. On the other hand, Sam…

“Fu-ck you. You know I’m not controlling that stuff. Not my fault.”

“No need to fret, my dear. It’s your body knowing what’s best.”

As subtle, Huritt approached. And even if Sam wanted to look away, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from that kilt as the Minotaur removed it with one pull. Just so he could show off his genitals. That massive flared cock was already throbbing with life and dripping. With the light from the fire, the organ glistened from Sam’s saliva, the sweat, and the precum already dripping from it.

And even if it had been cleaned recently, the smell was strong.

So strong as it approached, and the tip landed on Sam’s breasts. The top ones. Not the lower pair he earned last time. A glance down, and he could see the tip drool all over his hairy chest, depositing glob after glob of precum, smearing them onto the plump and generous tits.

There was no question from Huritt. No request. Only a smirk and a huff as more of that thick fluid poured on those tits, and Sam breathed the smell in. He should refuse…

Sam sighed and opened his mouth. He used one finger to correct the cock’s direction. He aligned it with his mouth, so the flared head pointed at his lips. He pressed them closer, kissing… And giving in.

The luscious taste spread all over his tongue. Strong, intense, just as good as before. And he began to suck on the urethra, letting the flow of precum slip down his throat. Some of it escaped and went over his scraggly beard. But he ignored it while he stuffed his mouth, chugged that monster’s precum, and stroked that cock.

He had a theory… Even if the skill was about enjoining him to be fucked, it was possible to trick it. As long as he got off, the method was good enough for the skill. Whether it was from sucking a monster’s cock or huffing their pits. He could feel relieved; he could get the respite he so desired.

His hands moved in return, ignoring the chuckles from Huritt. That bastard tricked him into that situation. Sam should have ignored the offer and let him simmer in his fluids… But it would be a torture for himself.

Like the one that would be to take that entire mast inside his throat; He could force his jaw open. But it was just simpler to stroke that cock, to lick it… To kiss it. With two hands, he worked on the length, pulling on the veiny skin, the folds near the base, the soft surface that begged for attention.

An attention that was somehow returned as Huritt bent forward. His black and white chest approached, the Bull’s scent stronger than before. An odor that spread all over Sam as he could only inhale the musky perfume from that beast. That excitation, that rut spreading and invading his thoughts.

Sam’s eyes closed, his mouth opened, his throat chugged. And one hand was on his head.

Huritt patted him, tousled his hair gently. So gently. Sam had all the reasons to hate him, the Minotaur. But feeling his gentle touch soothed him. It made him feel safe, protected somehow. And… He hated it. He hated it as those fingers went over his body: shoulders, tits, belly. They stroked the happy trail and descended to Sam’s genitals. To his cock squeezed beneath the belly. Blood was inside… And all that excitation, all that need, was driving him insane and sensitive.

A mere touch and he held his breath, watching and feeling the Bull’s gaze upon him, watching his every movement. Even a tiny break on sucking him off.

Why was he doing everything to please him? Why did he accept his perversion and presence so willingly? Even with the Lycan nose, the lust drive, should he be able to push back?

Nevertheless, he was giving in so easily. It couldn’t be the skills only; couldn’t be his class only. Huritt’s words were starting to dig deeper.

A slut in denial? Was he everything he would be? A monsterfucking slut denying the truth?

He inhaled, taking his breath again. Precum smeared all around his mouth as he took a long breath, ready to delve back against the Minotaur’s cock to please it.

But then… A caress. A gentle squeeze on his cock.

Instantly, his pleasure skyrocketed in his groin. His legs clenched brutally, almost catching Huritt’s fingers between them. He… Had to resist. But didn’t. And nor did he stop his loins from growing tense… And his cock from shooting a white rope of cum, going from the tip only to land between Huritt’s hooved feet.

He cried a bit, clenched his eyes. His orgasm hit him tense, even made him feel the emptiness in his asshole as his sphincter clenched.

He… He should have resisted this. He had quite a stamina before. He could have fucked girls for hours. But under the Bull’s touch? He blew like a fireball spell. He moaned, his fingers gripping on the cock tighter while he stroked it. If Huritt disliked it, he showed no signs of it. And Sam stroked it faster, using the precum as lube. It almost frothed when, finally, the Bull was showing signs of an orgasm. The legs tensed, his breathing accelerated.

Even Sam held his breath as he felt the cock throb harder in his grip.

Then came the flood.

Sticky, heavy, musky. Pure Minotaur cum.

The flavor was unmistakable. Heavy, intense, mind-numbing. Sam chugged it down, feeling its warmth spreading in his guts and somehow easing them. Easing him as the flow continued. As the spurt hit the back of his mouth, his throat.

For a moment, Huritt’s heaving breaths were deafening until his hands slipped away from the Human, letting him rest_._

Sam sighed, finally letting go of that shaft as he felt the semen dribbling all over his beard, chin… And tits. Much to the Minotaur’s apparent delight as he stepped away without a word.

A moment in which Sam slowly reached for his tits. They were coated… So coated. He picked some droplets with his fingers, feeling the sticky substance adhere to his skin. He sniffed it, inhaled the strong bovine musk, and opened his mouth… And stopped, his face red.

“You…” mumbled Sam, hastily wiping the cum on his sides.

The more he gave in to that Bull, the more the class affected him. He… had to resist. To be better. To endure it. To gain more experience until he could change his class and then… Everything would stop.

-

“We’re almost on their territories. Remember, we will help them relocate and then repopulate.”

With a grumble, Sam reached for his back, ignored the dashing cubs running around them. He felt stiff, so stiff as he placed his hand against the soft leather, massaging his muscles that were straining under the efforts. For a moment, he growled and clenched his jaws. He closed them, his teeth gritting as he tried to adjust his weight… As he felt the four tits on the front tugging him onward. Weighing on him.

He knew why women complained about having massive tits, though he felt wronged when he had four instead of two. And he had to handle a gaggle of tiny creatures running and yapping like kids on stamina potions.

“Don’t you have anything to help with my back?” groaned Sam, turning toward Huritt. The Minotaur merely shrugged, unconcerned by Sam’s pain. It was like that ever since he had managed to give birth to the triplets with his last pregnancy. The Bovine was here to help, but whatever only concerned Sam was Sam’s problem only.

At least… Last birth had been easier with his leveled passive… Passives he had to wrangle and fight against as they were constantly targeting Huritt or L-7. The two Monsters kept their distances unless Sam asked or activated his skills on them. But…

He could feel the craving.

“Can you set up the camp. I’ll fetch some water with the kids?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Anything as long as he could stop listening to their constant yappings. The three were not weaned yet, so they stuck with him. As for the oldest, the first, he was already learning how to hunt with his “Father”. A horrible situation that kept giving as Sam watched the four Beasts leave him.

Alone… Within a forest clearing, the perfect blue sky above… With an itch he hadn’t been able to satisfy.

He bit his lips as he watched the skin that would be used for the tent… Then towards where Huritt and the kids went.

He didn’t want anyone to see him give in. He didn’t want anyone to see him as he slowly peeled his pants off. He had tried to ward the skills off. But the continuous abuse, the constant presence from Huritt and L-7, was driving Sam insane. Their perfume, their musk, their… Cocks. It was driving him to the edge, and he needed no skills for that. No skills to feel his tits heavy as he lifted one of them to squeeze it. The flesh was taut with milk, and one droplet slipped free under his makeshift shirt while he lowered his pants.

The mere breeze was enough to tease Sam as he reached down. Down… His fingers descended his spine, traced the way to his asshole under his tail. Alone at last, he could enjoy himself. Even if…

Even with one finger up his ass, it wasn’t enough. He wiggled it, teased his orifice with it. But it wasn’t enough. So he went with another finger. Then, a second. Then, a third. Then a fourth… And finally. With his face red and low, Sam slipped his entire fist into his ass. His gaping and self-lubricating sucked on his entire fist without even feeling a twinge of pain.

“F-Fuck,” he mumbled, ashamed and surprised. They had done such a deal on his h-

Smell.

Musk. Was Huritt coming back? No, it wasn’t his scent. It was the scent of another male, but it had the smell of a carrion. Different from L-7.

“Who-HEREAAAAAAH!”

When Sam turned, pulling his pants up and closing his shirt, it was to see nothing. Or rather, to see the ground as something heavy with powerful claws landed on his back. It didn’t hurt as the ground had no rock, and the landing had been careful. But his body was hard-pressed on the ground by what felt like another bovine. He huffed, glancing at the chaos of brown and white feathers, flapping.

“Oh, you already found our Gryphon. That was fast.”

Huritt’s hooved steps were closing the distance, followed by the cubs yapping and then freezing at the sight of a magnificent and fully grown Gryphon. The creature, all muscles underneath his plumage, was beating his wings and screeching toward the Bovine.

“Huritt! Get me out of there!” shouted Sam.

“Shush. We’re discussing,” cut in Huritt, listening to the Beast screeching for a moment before he chuckled and lifted one hand, waving at the Beast. “Go on. As long as you don’t kill or eat him, do whatever you want.”

“What?”

The Gryphon’s screeching nearly deafened Sam as he felt the powerful limbs grab his shoulders. His eyes widened as he was hauled around, dragged, yanked… And then, forced to half-close his eyes as a whirlwind hit him. He closed his eyes a second, only to feel the lack of weight as he was… Lifted. Above the forest’s canopy.

It wasn’t beautiful like flying mages told him. It wasn’t nice. It wasn’t a neat green ocean.

It was a threat for Sam to fall, to end up squashed somewhere somehow. He snarled, his tail going between his legs as he tried to shake himself off. He didn’t want to fly! He hated flying! The ground was safe!

“Have fun! We’ll catch up after we find the drake!”

“HURITT! TELL! TELL HIM TO PUT ME DOWN! RIGHT NOW!”

Sam’s frowned eyes were focused on the Bovine who was beaming. With his eyes half-way covered and one cub in the arms, the Minotaur looked satisfied by the sight. Or eager to mess with Sam as he held one of the cub’s paws to make it wave: “Say “bye-bye Mama!””

An attempt that evidently ended with some blabbering noises.

“YOU! FUCKING BASTARD!” shouted Sam, his voice drifting as the Gryphon flew onward toward a mountain further ahead.

Meanwhile, Sam held onto the Gryphon’s paw for dear life. Huritt just sold him to a beast. He already did with L-7, though it was L-7 who started it. But...

“I don’t want to be a whore!” he voiced out loud to the sky, getting only a screeching in answer.

He wouldn’t get any answer from the Gryphon. At best… It seemed he would be fucked in what… A stone cavern on a mountainside?

His eyes closed as he tried to breathe, to ignore the panic overtaking him. To ignore… The worst.

He could do this. It was a beast, yes. But if he had the eggs, he would gain experience. It was another sacrifice. Another challenging moment to bear. He had better get used to it. It was better if he simply accepted, and-

“Huh?”

Just as Sam saw the cavern, he noticed something red and slightly shimmering inside it. Something the Gryphon screeched at before accelerating. Air rushed to Sam’s face, nearly blinding him as the Beast finally landed… Gentler than he expected as he was released on the rough stone.

Still, it had been a brutal landing for him as he massaged his abused limbs and tried to recover his composu-

_SCREEEEE!

SSSSS!_

The two sounds intermingled inside his ears as he finally looked at the cavern. It was relatively clean? No heap of skulls and bones like in other monster dens. There was even a nest… In which was lying another Monster.

A powerful beast of red scales and bipedal, its reptilian appearance as obvious as its smell.

The Drake. The same one Huritt was looking for.

Yet, the two were already fighting, with the Gryphon raising his front legs to claw at the Drake. With his wings fluttering, heaps of feathers were flying and hitting Sam’s face as he coughed and tried to comprehend the situation. The Gryphon dropped him here; it was his den. But the Drake was also there.

The two were fighting for their territories; by what he knew of them, it would be brutal, if not deathly. And he could let them do that… A part of Sam’s mind would be content with one less monster around. But he knew what Huritt’s reaction would be.

“Hey! CALM DOWN!” he shouted, waving his arms to get their attention. “HERE! I’M HERE!”

But the creatures were far too aggrieved to care. They were barely giving him a glance.

“Huritt… You’ll owe me big time,” groaned Sam as he extended one finger.

The status window appeared, displaying a list he scrolled through until he poked at one button.

All partners selected. Lust Overdrive activated.

An evolution of his Lust Drive. He had not revealed it to Huritt, but it was… better than the original skill. Instead of selecting one target in the vicinity, it selected them all. Him included.

His asshole started to clench and wink. His legs were weaker. However, as he glanced at the two fighting Beasts, he knew they were taking the skill’s effects worse. Maybe it was a bad sign he could recognize the changes in everyone’s demeanor. And slowly, he felt the veil over his thoughts, he felt his body heat up, and he felt his asshole beg for attention. He stripped, his hair bristling.

He looked at the Gryphon and Drake, the two creatures no longer fighting and instead heaving. Their noses lifted, their cocks slowly leaving their sheath and slits, they sniffed the air… And pointed their noses at Sam, sniffing it.

“That’s right… You can fuck me instead,” he said, red-faced. He took a deep breath, feeling how the Gryphon’s musk, heavy and heady, was mixing with the Drake’s, more reptilian. But they were still, locked in place.

“Go… Go on! Fuck me!” he repeated, his pants dropping while he stood with a hard-on, watching them growing excited but not moving. He heaved, too, feeling his excitation growing strong… Too strong.

“Fuck me! Breed me! Do it!”

Desperation hit a high note as he finally approached. He needed this. Had to be fucked. Once he activated the overdrive, he had… To be fucked. No tricks, no cum drinking, no musk huffing, nothing. Nothing but raw dicks. Humongous cocks he watched as he approached the bristling Gryphon. He heaved, groaned, and… Without much more wait, Sam slipped between the Gryphon’s front paws to be under the fuzzy barrel. There, he faced the Beast’s enormous cock. Red, flared, wide. It had a similar shape to Huritt’s but longer. Way longer as he reached for it.

“Hhh! Fuck you, why do I have to do everything my-HAH!” he cried.

His mouth about to touch the Gryphon’s cock, licking and sampling the sticky precum attached to it, Sam felt something cold pressed against his posterior. Followed by a long and prodding presence going against his asshole. It was long, serpentine, sinuous… And it reached so deep Sam felt like it was poking at his stomach.

But at the same time, the coiling presence massaged and pressed on his guts. It rolled, pressed, squeezed his delicious prostate like Huritt used to. And it was good. So good as his hips were shaking weakly and his mouth pressing on the Gryphon’s urethra.

“Y-yeah. Keep using that tongue! M-Move it faster!” he ordered, shaking his posterior and almost taking it away from the muzzle before he felt the Gryphon’s claws landing on his exposed back. No, they did not pierce his skin. But they held… Held him down.

“Coll-Collaborating? To fuck me? Fu-cking unfair,” he continued, taking a loud gulp and wiping his face before he returned to kissing and licking the shaft’s head. He couldn’t take that cock as much as he could stuff Huritt’s inside. Too wide, too big, too long. Instead… Instead, Sam had his hand rubbing the cock’s underside, brushing it, pulling on the wrinkled skin while he had his tongue delving against the urethra. Inside, the taste of piss welcomed him. Salty, potent, pungent. But soon, it was entirely washed away. And so, like L-7’s smell sticking to him, Sam’s face was sprayed with the precum, branding him. Marking him… Slipping inside his nostrils as he snorted and coughed.

His nose burned. But burned good again. Good as the Gryphon’s scent penetrated it, took it whole, conquered it. It was strong, extremely dense. It would have made Sam frown and growl, and grimace before. It was a beast’s musk, unbearable compared to the feminine scents he had been used to. But… With his new role, his new nose, his habits… No. He snorted that scent, rubbing his nostrils against it, and sighed. Sighed while his prostate was getting massaged.

“Oh… This is so good. Why does your cocks always taste so good,” he moaned, slurping that precum as it was growing more dense and stickier, and whiter.

Snorting Beast musk… A part of his mind hit back, trying to tell him he shouldn’t do that. He should only focus on getting off and slipping away before they do something nasty to him. But why?

Why when he could have those cocks? Why fight when he could find such an enthralling pleasure from those greasy monster cocks he could worship?

Why bother with the fear and worries when he could feel those cocks plunging inside his asshole and stretching it? When he could feel the roundness of his belly as he stroked it? When he could feel the joy of birthing, the strange afterglow that followed? When he could be a good broodmother like Huritt wanted so much?

Could he bear their eggs or their spawns? He already did for L-7… And that what Huritt wanted…. What he asked him to do once they were done relocating them.

“Go- Go on! Breed me! Fuck me! I want your children, too! Use me, you big beasts!”

No answer. No… Even the Drake removed his tongue from Sam’s hole, leaving the gaping orifice aching and winking back. But no movement.

“USE ME! ABUSE ME! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH! MY HOLE’S YOURS!” shouted Sam, no longer caring as he slipped away from under the Gryphon’s legs.

He couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t control anything as he went on all fours, then lifted his torso despite the weight from his four tits. His back strained, still… Still, he reached for his posterior. Still, he pried his buttcheeks open to expose his swollen rim, abused again and again, and the needy entrance. He let them look. He observed them, watched for their reactions. And then… A hiss.

Finally.

The Beasts moved, turned. Their stunned attitude stopped as they came around and sniffed Sam. First was the Gryphon, his beak pushing against his back, pressing against his hairy cheeks. But then… It was the Drake’s muzzle that was back and pushed the beak away, much to the Gryphon’s dismay.

The Hybrid clawed the ground, the tail swaying to signify his frustration as much as his cock slapping against that belly.

But the Drake did not care as he clambered further. Slowly, Sam felt the cold scales press against his back. He felt them rubbing on his skin as he heaved in anticipation. As he held his breath and felt that powerful belly pressing against him.

His hands dropped to the ground as he did not resist the tapered cock poking at his cheeks. He felt the burning-hot precum smeared on his hair. On his hirsute crevice. It burned. It burned hot. But it burned good.

“Yes! Stuff me with your eggs! I want all of them! I want to be round with them!” he shouted, slurring.

He swallowed his saliva, gulping it down as he looked at the Gryphon, watched it approach sideways and present those genitals back to Sam’s face. He rubbed those fuzzy nuts against his face, hit the Human’s forehead with his cock.

Sam… Merely followed the implicit order, licking those cum-churning and heavy orbs. He kissed them, depositing little peeks while he sensed the Drake aligning his hips and…

Went in.

He didn’t cry. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t surprise him. Not anymore. But he moaned loudly as the pleasure skyrocketed through his body. As his entire self was overtaken by the sudden massage on his prostate.

Error! Activating Rewriting! Activating Rewriting!

Sam’s glazed eyes went over the tiny blue window popping in and out above the Gryphon’s balls. He looked at it, focusing on the words. He knew them. He knew them well, but why were they here? Why… No.

“Heh… Mo… More cocks!” he chuckled, his mind breaking apart at the wondrous sensation of the Beast rumbling above him, massaging his sore back, and the wondrously long cock rubbing against his prostate.

His love spot. His dirty secret. The place he so desired to play with constantly when Huritt wasn’t looking.

And here they were… The two beasts, one whose musk he snorted and inhaled. Another who pumped inside him, filling him with that frothing and thick precum.

The Gryphon was evidently the longer… But his musky aroma was the most refined. One of a beast scouring through the air, with a slightly rusty aroma reminiscent of L-7. The Drake? It was more brazen, more brutal, more sulfuric. But at the same time, he offered something the Gryphon couldn’t… Girth.

“Please! RUIN MY HOLE! I WANT YOUR SPAWN!

Such a girth.

It rammed inside his guts, stretching them. His abdominal waist had long been reshaped, turned round. Any traces of muscles had disappeared, vanished under the successive breedings and pregnancies. But in return? It accommodated as that fat shaft was digging within him, hitting his guts so far he was lucky to survive, thanks to his skills.

“Y-Yeah… K-Keep going! I… Want it all!” he quivered. He had the Drake’s legs pressing against his… He had that slit smacking against his asshole and tail. All the while, he was allowed to huff the Gryphon’s nuts. And to lick the Precum, the wondrous sweet precum for that flared cock.

Sam’s legs trembled. Pleasure. Pleasure was rising inside his body, so powerful he couldn’t resist as he felt his balls suddenly lifting and dropping. And… A weight was released from him.

Coit- Coit reached! Rewriting Rewriting condition activated!

Within the daze, Sam looked at the superimposed windows and the list. It had never happened before. But was it important? His mind was drifting on that list, trying to comprehend it despite the hammering his asshole and backside received. Despite the pressure his body endured from the Beast. And then…

He pressed two words: Drake tongue. Yet, as he pressed it, the first window disappeared, and then the second. Two windows? Two choices?

Sam’s eyes wandered on it he tried to make sense of it. Yet, he did not. And he dropped. His hands and mouth, both were hurting like stung.

He dropped, his face first on the ground as above, the two creatures hissed and screeched. He opened his mouth, only to feel it impossible for him to speak, like he had an entire potato stuffed inside. He tried to close his jaw, only to find his teeth scrapping against something fleshy and sensitive. His tongue.

He tried to move, only to find… The ground was harder to his hands. And yet, easier to feel.

“W-Wha?” he said, slowly pushing back against the ground as the Beasts were seemingly fighting… Or reaching something. He felt his stomach pumped with fluids, but the surprise and the receding pain were taking the forefront as he looked at his hand… And the pads, similar to a Gryphon’s paws.

“Is th-IIIIISSSSSSS!”

Sam’s mouth opened, finally managing to control his jaws. But then, his teeth closed, and a whistling escaped his throat and body as he felt something different. His hole had been yanked in one direction. Nothing… Nothing surprising, right?

Yet, it was to feel something hot and rigid prod at his asshole.

He looked up. The Gryphon was gone, and the Drake’s barrel had moved. He looked over his shoulder, watching the flurry of feathers and scales. The tangling hind legs, the fighting parts. And… The flared cocktip pressing and squeezing against his posterior.

“You… Bas- HHHH! Put! PUT IT THERE! PUT IT THERE!” he cried, feeling the burn, the squeeze, the massage on his prostate. It flared, it burned, it exploded with sensations.

It broke apart, and so did he as he felt the flared cock squeeze through, although the Drake was halfway pulling away. How did they organize? How did they communicate this? Sam had no answer as his mind was blanking, his fingers delving into the hard stone while he felt the two creatures pummeling his guts in tandem.

Saliva dribbled from his mouth… His tongue even slipped away as he felt the tremors from the two creatures pushing, pulling, screeching, hissing, rumbling, stampeding.

He no longer resisted. He no longer resisted as his chest dropped against the ground. He kept his legs lifted. It was… The perfect posture to be bred. Whatever it took, scrapping his face and tits on the ground… Whatever was necessary, Sam enjoyed every second as he closed his eyes. As he enjoyed the sensation of the united cocks rubbing together, the precum frothing inside his butt, while their movements grew frantic… Ecstatic.

They were too big, too large. Yet, his orifice was not only accommodating but sucking on them. Each movement from them was followed by spurts and splashing from the natural lubricant. His belly was a mess of fluids and cocktips rubbing together. And whenever they moved, it was to feel their bodies hitting his posterior red and sore… And wondrous.

He rumbled with love… With joy, as he felt their nuts clenching. As he felt their nutsacks lifting and their cries ascending. He did not even squeeze with his sphincter; he was too gaped for that. But their rubbings, the flared and tapered, were enough to push them to the edge. And in a concerto, they came. He felt the Drake first, the large hiss filling the cavern and shaking the Human to his core. Then… There was the Gryphon’s screech, the thrust forward, the sudden impalement until Sam felt semen almost at his tongue tip.

He moaned with desire as words no longer left his mouth in strung-up sentences but a slurry: “Whore” “Breed” “Fuck” “Mother” “Brood”. Words. Words that came to his mind, to his lust-addled soul as the creatures continued to push, to force themselves into him.

For what? Minutes? Hours? Days?

In the daze, Sam didn’t feel they stopped. Or if they did, it was in tandem, never leaving his hole unattended. Never leaving him unattended as cum poured over his back, over his balls. It seeped everywhere, it pooled everywhere around him until he was… He was a bred mess. A mess that didn’t even resist as the two Creatures were growing bold and sometimes forcing him to suck them off. Their stamina… It was beyond his. Yet, he continued.

He continued, his body no longer answering his heeds until he was finally… Released.

The cocks were no longer pummeling his guts, he knew. He knew his asshole gaped so wide, air rushed inside. Yet, his guts were still heavy as if crushed. Even his prostate as he slowly rolled on his back. He smiled stupidly, looking at the ceiling above. And the two Creatures’ faces, the beak and the muzzle, pointing at him.

“He-Hello studs… You… Can still use… Me That’s… What I’m for! A Beast whore,” said Sam in that dazed state. Yet, the two Beasts were looking at him at an angle that made it impossible for them to penetrate him. But he still felt something up his ass.

“What… What is th-HRMPH!”

Sam’s legs lifted and were brought closer. The knees bent and pointed in different directions. His feet planted on the stone. And his back arced as he felt something. Not round but oblong, not a cock but something rough, large and larger than his fist. Whatever it was, it was inside him. And his body was pushing against it. His inner walls were clenching and pushing against it, forcing the thing to move out.

Those contractions… He was used to them.

He was giving birth? Already? So early? What about the gestation? What about-

“HHHH! Fu-Fuck!” he moaned as his asshole was stretched. Further than the two dicks together. His asshole was stretched so thin, it felt like a ring of fire as the orifice closed and opened up in the attempt to move free.

It wasn’t a normal birth. It wasn’t a regular push. He had to do it continuously. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t halt.

“M- My cunt!” he cried, closing his hands into fists. His nails dug into his paws, burning them as he hit his fist down. It hurt. It damn hurt. But the pain in his asshole stopped as he felt the thing crowning and finally slipping away, covered with slime and cum.

An egg. One that was as black as night and covered with little scales.

As soon as that one was out, Sam felt another of those eggs. Rough, oblong, wide. For the second one, he managed to push it out faster. He heard a hiss from the Drake.

But the third egg? It was… Smaller? Smoother? Rounder? He outstretched his neck back as it was more difficult to push it away. Somehow, that egg was more slippery. Yet, he pushed and contracted. His legs contracted to the point of tensing. And… It slipped.

White. Round. A screech welcomed it.

Another screech. Then, a third.

Then, a hiss. A screech. A hiss. Nothing… And they resumed.

In this state of flow, of the pain guiding him forward, Sam’s mind… Blanked. Again. He was not there. He was only pushing. And pushing more. He was only there to push those forms out, to get them out of the way. His body did what it had to do.

It moved on its own. It forced, dull to the noises and the events around. Dull to the helping hand. Dull to the voice. Dull to everything.

The vision of the ceiling was etched into his mind as he finally looked away from the stone… As his eyes lowered. As his nose picked up a scent that wasn’t the Gryphon or the Drake. Flowery. As he felt no fluids sticking to his body. As a fabric brushed his legs and belly, covering them.

He sighed and inhaled, feeling a strange and warm sensation around his breasts. It was good. Appeasing. Soft.

Soft like the shy perfume, his tail wagging at it. It belonged to someone he… Knew, didn’t it? Someone close? A guide? His thoughts continued… Then stopped when a sudden puncture hit one of his nipples.

His eyes blinked, and he looked down at one of the three cubs currently nursing, their tiny mewling almost touching. He… Even smiled as he saw the ashamed cub’s ears drop before giving the biting mark a lick as an excuse.

Sam chuckled a bit, reaching for the Cub’s head. His tiny whine was adorable, even if that creature would grow strong and dangerous. But for the moment, it was only capable of biting slightly by mistake. He didn’t know what to make of it. He birthed them, fed them… But being a mother?

He was still questioning his status. His life. Birthing a Lycan’s spawn was far from his former dreams. And yet, it was a reality he couldn’t deny. He… Sighed, then raised his eyes. To the shadow looming above him. The floral scent. It came from that one. From Huritt as he smiled, amused.

Sam’s cheeks burned. Did he see him pat the Cub?

His hand withdrew, and his breath quickened. He did not want Huritt to see him weak… To see him give in to those changes. If he only gave him a finger, the Minotaur would take the arm.

“Took you long enough… To find me,” mumbled Sam, exhausted as he looked around. He was in a bedroll. There were no traces of the Drake or the Gryphon for the moment.

“Aw. You missed me, babe?”

Sam frowned at Huritt, at the offered canteen. For a moment, he thought about refusing it. But no. His lips were parched, and Sam reached out, his paws pressing against the cold metal before he took a chug of fresh water. It felt good.

“I had a little chat with our friends while you were out. They were surprised… And I am glad you’re taking your role with such… Enthusiasm. An inspiration for everyone of all board, heroes and sluts alike!”

“Fuck you…”

Huritt’s suave and sarcastic voice was enough to drive such an irked reaction out of Sam. Yet… Why did he say that? Why did he…

Sam’s eyes widened as he remembered what he had said, what he had begged the Beasts to do to him; he spat. Not on the cubs, his reflex going for aiming at the left. He spat and coughed, half-way choking. And then froze when Huritt’s hand was on his chin, wiping the water off his beard.

The way he held Sam’s chin, it was almost… Tender? Soft?

“I am sorry. I did not anticipate for the Drake to find you first. It was smart to use your skills on them… You did good, Sam.”

“I… yeah. Sure.”

The hand leaving his chin, Sam looked away and embarrassed while Huritt went for the neat pile of eggs in the corner of the cavern. Was it praise or sympathy? Sam growled, reaching for his head.

Why did Huritt praise him? Why did it feel so good? Even with the cubs? He should hate it. He should not find any pleasure in it.

And yet, here he was… Taking in the role of a broodmother for a bunch of cubs and under a Minotaur’s guidance. The monsters he sought to exterminate, he was helping them.

But as he sighed, he didn’t feel ashamed. Not one bit about what he did. Not even from being stuffed by a Drake and a Gryph-

“Hey… Sam. Can you check your Skills for me?”

Huritt’s voice was back. And its owner was there, too, holding out an egg. White and covered with tiny scales, smaller. It was not as round or oblong, it was… Well, just like a chicken egg in terms of rough shape.

A strange egg Sam frowned at before he lifted one finger, willing his status window. He had become more adept at it. He scrolled through the various options, down to the skill list. Finally, his eyes focused on something new and… Unexpected.

Crossbreeding: When inseminated by multiple males, grants a small chance of developing a healthy chimeric offspring.

“What do you see?” asked Huritt, looking at the egg.

“I… Can crossbreed? Wait? Do you know what that means?” asked Sam, looking as bewildered as Huritt. A silence remained between the two before he yelped.

“FUCKING HELL!” he cursed. Another of the cubs bit his nipples.