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Our little tale doesn’t start with a bunch of adventurers meeting at a tavern, with a broody rogue hiding in a corner and a bard hitting on whatever that has legs. No, our little tale begins in the depths of a despoiled temple of Selune. Here, amidst the ruins, between chasms dug by the cavernous underdark below or the crumbling structure, there was a man. Or rather, a Hobgoblin living and dwelling away from his kin.

For what purpose would a Hobgoblin, alone, lead a gaggle of goblins, bugbears, and even a few non-goblinoid around? Well, it was all for the Absolute. A faith that was soon to go haywire due to the presence of one man. Tiny man.

But let’s refocus.

On that day, the Hobgoblin had been handling his “court” and goblins, ensuring they continued to prod the nearest Druid Grove as he had been ordered to. An Illithid ship, a Nautilus, had fallen from the sky only a few moons before. Nobody, not even his superiors, knew what to make of it except that it held an extremely precious relic that was not to fall into undesired hands, heroes.

However, spending a full day sitting on a throne was more tiresome than many guessed. The pain of steel biting in the ass, the impossibility to find any comfortable posture due to the flat surface, the numb legs, or the yearning to move that befall any Hobgoblin.

In the end, it is why our adventure began in a Hobgoblin’s quarters, a former priest’s room that was filled with gold, trinkets, and all sorts of decorations. There were defaced statues, some remade to resemble a goblinoid’s rough traits. And the pieces of jewelry. The baubles, they were practically dripping from all pieces of furniture, save for the bed. Even then, peering at that room could be a rogue’s wettest dream. A lifetime of riches, enough to buy a brothel and live in it, surrounded by many whores.

But again, we are drifting. Let’s begin our tale with… Hmm.

[B]Wisdom Saving Throw: Failed.[/B][I]

[/I]Here is our beginning.

Standing near a table, with a double-handed hammer on hand, our Hobgoblin had turned his back away from the entrance and didn’t see the purplish bolt flying through the air and hitting him in the back. However, he felt the link. He felt the presence… And.

[I]“Turn. Tell me your name,”[/I] ordered a voice to the Hobgoblin, one that was far different from the god he followed those days. But a powerful and imperative voice that left him unable to defend himself.

“My name is Dror Razglin.”

[I]“Good. Let me admire you.”

[/I]

The door opened fully and a little shape snuck inside, pushing the door to. Then, with careful steps, a Gnome appeared wearing purple robes.

See, Gnomes are small. That Gnome was practically at leg level compared to our Hobgoblin in that situation. In most situations, a Hobgoblin’s first reaction to such an individual would be to beat, use, or eat him. But magic… Magic is a great equalizer, as Dror Razglin wasn’t bothered by the Gnome’s presence. All seemed normal from those fiendish green eyes, the delicately groomed beard and mustache, or to those auburn hair stylized back, Dror Razglin wasn’t angry at the Gnome, nor had any velleity, or desire to hurt.

Instead, the Hobgoblin remained still while the Gnome walked around, scratching his neck and admiring the work.

Those green eyes admired the Hobgoblin’s powerful chest as only a rudimentary harness covered it. They fixated on the brown eyes, the elongated ears, the large nose amidst the red-faced creature’s visage. Oh, and those pointy teeth. Dangerous pointy teeth, the Gnome seemed to consider as he chuckled and snapped, summoning a book with “Coin’s collection of men” written on its leather cover.

[I]“Good. You’ll make a fine addition, Strip. You don’t need those clothes anymore.”

[/I]With an order, a message, Dror had no other options but to follow. His mind was foggy, but the voice in his head was that of a messenger. It was the voice of a “True Soul,” and even though a part of the Hobgoblin screamed for freedom, there was none in sight. Not as those calloused hands undid the leather straps, the belt, the boots, until Dror’s naked toes wiggled on the cold floor. The Gnome seemed satisfied before he frowned.

His fingers tapped on the book, caressing the cover, before he opened it, scouring the pages like it was any book… Yet all pages depicted men in all forms and shapes in an art that was almost a perfect representation, larger than life. One might even say those pictures moved and the men’s eyes, of all size and shapes, followed the Gnome’s in fear, unable to speak due to the tentacles, the gags, or the cocks that were stuck in their mouths.

Their expressions were unfeigned, as much as the delight written on their faces. But as soon as Coin found a page, he faced a rudimentary representation of Dror Ragzlin, one that contrasted with those before.

[I]“That dick. It is unsightly, you know?”

[/I]“It is good enough for females. Is that a problem?”

[I]“We will fix that.”[/I]

Wagging his finger, the gnome summoned a pencil and an eraser. With the latter, he began to erase what was between the rudimentary drawing’s legs before he redrew them… Smaller, more adequate. Only four inches, no… Three.

Convenient as he turned his eyes up and glanced at Dror, watching the Hobgoblin at the ready with his genitals dangling heavily between his legs, almost reaching the knees. Those testes were closer to apples, size-wise. And that hairy groin was the source of the Gnome’s scowl and scorn. He watched the organ, pulsating with life and energy, before he taped the drawing with his fingers.

[B]Constitution Saving Throw: Failed[/B]

Dror moaned. He groaned, he trembled. Not so steady anymore, the Hobgoblin seemed to totter as his cock stiffened. Steadily, blood was pumped to the uncut shaft. The veins bulged underneath the red skin, the foreskin was peeled back from the tension arising on the skin… And as the tip was uncovered, the glans glistened with precum and piss… Dror held on.

His fingers clenched the void, clenched the emptiness… But he cried, his bloodshot eyes opening as a shot of cum jutted free from his urethra. One large shot, one almost long enough to hit the Gnome on the face if he hadn’t stepped away. Nevertheless, the dense white semen poured free from that cock from a second, then a third shot.

Each time, the angle lessened, the distance abated. And each time, both the Gnome and Hobgoblin witnessed how the Hobgoblin’s cock seemed lesser. Smaller, shrinking. One inch, two, three. Those were taken away; None could deny it, whether Dror with a confused expression… And Coin, whose smugness couldn’t be equaled as he strutted to jump on the table, kicking the warhammer off before he sat at the edge.

He still admired his work, the way that shaft seemed to wither, so go away as it shrank until most of the length, at rest, looked like it belonged to the swollen cocktip.

[I]“Doesn’t it look better?”

[/I]“It’s… “

[B]Wisdom Saving Throw : Failed

[/B]“It’s a good change.”

[I]“I’m glad we are agree. But let’s continue while we’re at it. Plus, service me, Dror.”

[/I]With another snap, Coin ordered the brutish Hobgoblin to lean forward and explore the Gnome’s body. Those calloused red hands ran over the purple robe, of poor fabric, before they pulled on it. Smug as he was, Coin continued to ponder and frown, glancing at Dror’s rudimentary drawing with his pencil in hand.

He could do more.

But for the moment, it was enough for the Wizard. He admired the Hobgoblin working meticulously, more than before in his entire life, to lift the robe and fold it, exposing Coin’s hairy and tiny legs… And the tip of a cock that was… Well, longer than expected. Almost a third leg, Dror’s eyes widened as the vision unfurled and the robe was pulled away, until Coin’s genitals appeared. A cock that was as thick and wide as one of his legs. And a pair of testicles big enough to reach his knees.

Of course, the moment the veiny cock was revealed, it started to throb and stiffen. The natural progression was then to push upward and onward, to have the dark red tip slowly unveil as the foreskin was tensed… But only a portion of the tip, of the glans, was unveiled due to the elongated foreskin that was… Fitting for the Gnome, who was full of surprise.

[I]“Tell me what you think. I’m sure a Hobgoblin like you would be so ashaaaamed to become a Gnome’s bitch, don’t you think?”

[/I][B]Wisdom Saving Throw: Critical failure.

[/B]“No, this is the most wonderful thing in my life, master. Please, I live to serve my short masters. My body was made to serve you,” said Dror with wide eyes, unable to control his mouth as it blurted such insulting and degrading words.

But Coin’s smugness grew further. His smile grew greedy as he resumed his doodling.

[I]“You are right. But your body was half-baked. Let’s fix that.”

[/I]Whistling a tune, the Gnome started to use his eraser to change parts of Dror. It wasn’t perfect penmanship or drawing… But it didn’t need to be perfect for magic to work.

[B]Constitution Saving Throw: Failure[/B]

Slowly, Dror’s tongue danced on his teeth that were flattened, smoothed until they were no more danger for a cock as big as Coin’s.

No, he also felt different. Warmer, hotter. Excited, too, to have his hand rushing to his posterior and touching it. He felt it, palpated it, only to find the fine muscles covered with a layer of fat, and the crevice between swampy, hairy, and… needy. Needy as his asshole was different. Grown? Pushing outward? A caress down, and the Hobgoblin couldn’t stop himself from moaning while he glanced at the Gnome.

He couldn’t stop while his digits pressed on the donut, fingered it, played with it. The Hobgoblin couldn't resist that need to finger himself, to have one digit wiggle inside his swollen butthole and stroked it, the rim, the inner walls, deeper.

“What-”

[I]“We are not done. What else should I do? Give you tits or a cunt?”

[/I]The Gnome’s rogue attitude was complete as he released the eraser and pencil. The sundries seemed to float around, ready to be grabbed. Though what the Gnome grabbed was his genitals. He used both hands to wrap around the length, squeeze, and massage. And soon enough, a musky, wide, and slightly opaque bead formed at the tip. At the urethra that was so wide, it could easily be fingered. Yet, as the Gnome advanced his cock, it was to have it press against Dror’s mouth, forcing the Fighter to sample the liquid. To lick it, to savor it, before a deep moan escaped from the Hobgoblin.

His body reacted to the taste and presence by a flaring heat deep inside his hole, one he couldn’t reach with his fingers only. Furthermore, even if he drank that liquid, Dror felt more parched than ever. Enough that he was licking the greasy cocktip, passing his tongue underneath the foreskin to collect any drop, any traces, any… Smidge of precum.

[I]“Good. Keep working and preparing me. I will have my fun with you, later,” [/I]chuckled the Gnome, leaning back on the table while he enjoyed the concert from his newfound pet.

Those pets were rare, as Coin was not the typical kind of Wizard. Some collect trinkets, some collect spells, and a few collect knowledge from other worlds. Coin? It’s men. All sorts, of all kinds, all stored preciously in his grimoire and to be used later on, pulled free from that little dimension where each is tormented, broken, abused, barely a shell.

And that was Dror’s fate as the Gnome’s hand stroked that long hair. Coin enjoyed the moment, of those thick lips closing on his cock to suck it like there was no tomorrow. At first, the Hobgoblin had been slow and tediously progressing. But after a few minutes of gargling and gurgling, Dror was plainly sucking and worshipping Coin’s cock, impaling his throat on that shaft as it shot more precum inside, making the Hobgoblin’s body flare in pain and pleasure… And his asshole quiver until the rim started to clasp on the fingers, loudly.

A wonderful song the Gnome listened to, shaking his head and chuckling, digging into Dror’s scalp.

[I]“My my. Do you want master’s cock inside your asshole? You want little gnomies?”[/I] asked Coin with a raunchiness in his voice, mocking even the act of breeding, that was so pragmatical for Hobgoblins.

“Yes. Yes… I want it,” said Dror, releasing his bulging throat from the cock but for a second.

[I]“Fine. Then make a show while I add a few finishing touches.”

[/I][B]Performance check: Success.

[/B]With his freedom granted, Dror didn’t hesitate to step back. And for a moment, the Hobgoblin seemed frozen to consider what kind of show the Gnome wanted? Of strength? Of power? No.

In the end, the Hobgoblin was smart enough to know what the Gnome wanted, and with one hand running over his body, the Hobgoblin felt the changes.

First came the chest, filling and warming up. Muscular to a fault, with a careful diet, the Hobgoblin couldn’t have gotten those moobs. Not as fat. But he felt them nonetheless, stroking and feeling the fluids starting to fill them up, faster than the fat accumulating inside them.

The pectorals lost their firmness, their rigid structure, instead to sag and have the nipple face forward.

Yet, even as Dror stroked them, even pinched the sensitive nipples, the Gnome kept doodling.

Therefore, Dror’s fingers continued, going on his belly, which had also gained a fine layer of fat. However, what seared the skin wasn’t the added matter but the colors, the ink, appearing on the belly. Only a glance down and Dror confirmed the apparition of a purple tattoo, tracing over the skin like a ritual spell made by the priests. However, it suppurated perversion and irony as the marking was crude, a parody of a fertility brand. Between that and the hearts, the facsimile of a womb drawn on his belly, Coin obviously wanted nothing more than to mock and mess with the Hobgoblin.

And the Gnome was far from over.

Dror turned his back to Coin, so he could expose his plump and heavy posterior, to spread it and show the fat rim stuck in between, like a donut stuck between sweaty buns.

Yet, the Gnome was not satisfied. One hand on his cock, the other doodling and writing, Coin was masturbating and etching more onto the Hobgoblin’s skin.

“Coin’s property”, “Free use”, “Goblin bitch”, “Ruin me”, “Short kings only”, they were the kind of degrading markings Coin was fond off. And fond of dealing, of etching on the red canvas that was Dror’s skin until the Hobgoblin looked like a shell of who he was. More so with the crude penis drawn on his face, and the “Cum only” written around the mouth.

There was no end to the Gnome’s perversion as he finally released the pencil and jumped off the table, his cock still at hand.

[I]“Do a twirl before I fuck your cunt!” [/I]

No longer able to resist, Dror turned and twisted, letting his fattened curves speak for themselves, from his belly to buxom bosoms, to his musculature that had been reduced to nothing. Such shame, such horror. But Dror couldn’t fight it. Nor fight when the Gnome’s cock smacked against his thighs.

[I]“On the ground, legs spread. Hands behind your head. And beg.”

[/I][B]Performance check: Critical success.

[/B]Dror followed then, lying down on the cold stone floor before he lifted his legs, spread them. And though it was his first time, he had his ankles pointed outward so his asshole, swollen to absurd proportions, could be seen by his short master. The vertical split was wonderful, no different than a cunt, especially with his shrunken and shriveled balls and cock right above it, like a clitoris.

“Please master! Fuck my cunt! It is yours! I want your Gnome babies! Use me until you see fit! I forfeit my life to you!”

Dror shouted and cried at the top of his lungs, unaware if his guards could hear him degrade himself. But he shouted nonetheless… And louder when Coin’s cock pressed against the entrance. With the organ’s presence came the peace, the cold, the almost soothing touch that made Dror howl.

“I FORFEIT MY LIFE TO YOU! MY LORD! I WILL WORSHIP YOU! SERVE YOU! THIS IS MY TRUE CALLING! MY SOLE PURPOSE! GIVE ME YOUR BASTARDS!”

Dror craned his neck, almost hit the back against the stone floor while he kept hollering, his hole clamping on Coin’s cock until the spire could barely move unless strength were applied.

But the Gnome was far from lacking it and with that same devious grin, the Gnome plowed that hole, fucked it until his cock was fully inside and his balls smacking against Dror’s asscheeks.

[I]“Is that right? You refuse the absolute? You will serve me? You will be mine?”

[/I]“YES! YOU ARE MY TRUE GOD! MASTER!”

[B]Wisdom Saving Throw: Failure[/B]

Tears streaked down Dror’s face, something wiggling and burning inside his head while his body itself was taken by an inferno, by a devouring flame. There was no resistance, no way to oppose as his asshole suckled and held on… As his belly bulged from the enormous cock firmly lodged deep within those guts, remaking them into a complete, love tunnel solely for Coin’s usage.

Dror loved it, loved the sensation of his prostate crushed.

His mind was slipping, his self driven away as that cock hammered his inside, as the plapping of Coin’s breeding started to fill the entire temple as much as Dror’s cries, as much as their united moans.

It was clear, at that instant, no guards would come to save Dror from this hell, not even as Coin was cumming after many growls and groans. There was no way he could be free as the Gnome used his telekinesis to move the pieces of jewelry around to add more to Dror’s body.

Golden pearls dangled by the dozen to Dror’s ears. An emerald was affixed to the Hobgoblin’s new nose ring. His breasts sagged from the golden chains attached to a tiny basket filled with more amulets and rings. Dror’s cocklet, shrank down to a mere one inch, had another basket attached to it.

And all was dangling when Dror was forced to squat above his Master’s groin, impaling himself over that fat enormous cock until his asshole burned bright and his legs brighter. His tits swayed, his belly sagged… His cocklet dripped on the floor, barely doing any dent to the Gnome’s thick semen. And finally, as Coin grunted and groaned, as his body tensed, another load was shot inside Dror’s belly. The warchief could only run his hands on his belly, feeling an eerie sensation as his guts bulged and radiated with an odd warmth.

[B]Medicine check: Critical success.[/B]

He was pregnant. He had been impregnated, and though it was impossible, Dror felt the life taking root inside his body as much as the burn from the womb tattoo seemingly activating. Yet, as he knew he was to bear the Gnome’s spawn, Dror felt himself floating through the air, along with all the baubles he had collected.

[I]“Enough fun, Dror Bitchzin. I have a quest to complete,”[/I] ordered Coin, holding his grimoire on Dror’s page. And as the Hobgoblin floated toward it, an intense fear struck him.

He tried to move, to swim away, but the book’s attraction was too intense, and in a flash, Dror was gone.

Instead, there was a larger-than-life drawing of Dror on that page, covered in gold and swollen. His expression was broken in a stupid grin while he had one hand playing with his asshole.

“Another to the collection. That was fun.”

And that’s how Dror Ragzlin, one terror among the Goblins in the wilderness was handled, leaving behind only a puddle of cum and the distant echoes of his plea.

It didn’t end in death but in sheer pleasure and bliss… And another victim added to Coin’s collection. However, this is far from the end of our hero’s tale.

Dror’s capture was not the first of its kind, nor would it be the last for our Gnome Wizard on his path to Baldur’s Gate. A few more pages were added to the Grimoire: some Duergar slavers finished with their holes stuffed by massive poles in their little prison; A traitorous Guard ended up bound and blindfolded; A bearded General became a lovingly milking cow.

Yet. It is known of all, Coin, the Gnome Wizard, reached Baldur’s Gate in a time of need. A ploy had spread across the city, with many murders and a few more troubles that led him to delve within the city’s depths and find… One of its sources.

One source that would soon be added to the book, to the Gnome’s collection.

[B]Perception check: Failed

Wisdom Saving Throw: Failed

[/B]Sitting on his throne, Sarevok Anchev watched over his Murder Tribunal. The echoes of rivaling Bhaalspawn were looking up to him, failures. However, there was a feeling that something watched him in the corner of his mind. He looked left and right, stirring from his throne, only to face the empty room.

He felt bored, oh so bored. And so, he turned to the echoes, waving each away.

“Go. Leave. And I don’t want to see any of you until I call you forth!” shouted the Bhaalspawn, his golden eys glowing with power and authority as each echo bowed and seemed to vanish.

He even chased the guards, until nothing could be heard in the room but the flickering flames… And a breath right by Sarevok’s ears.

“Good boy.”

Hands reached for Sarevok’s helmet, undoing the straps and throwing everything away. And yet, without his helmet as his symbol of authority, Sarevok could only watch the Gnome facing him. Watch those lips go closer, and that mouth kiss him.

Then, a flickering purple light escaped from the Gnome and Sarevok. Right away, Sarevok reached out to push the Gnome away, only to find his body not answering his call.

“Release me! Foul-blooded bastard.”

“Ah… I forgot how mouthy villains can be,” laughed Coin, snapping his fingers and conjuring a ball gag right into Sarevok’s mouth, forcing the glabrous human to be silent… Except for his groan. “Better.”

[B]Strength check: Failure[/B]

Then the Gnome strutted away, reaching and glancing around the “Murder Tribunal” while its owner was bound to his throne. The place was… Ugly, dirty, reeking of so many fluids and foul substances, it was better not to wonder. However, there was a certain… Value in it as the Gnome strutted, then returned to Sarevok, who hadn’t moved an inch despite his wiggling.

“Honestly… I could have made a lair or a library out of this… But you made such a mess. It’s terrible!” said Coin, snapping his fingers as Sarevok’s armor started to heat and burn.

However, instead of burning Sarevok, the melting metal only seemed to drip over his body, taking away any fabric, any cloth that might have been stuck, as well as the grime. That heat wouldn’t burn the skin and body, but it devoured even the dirt that might have stuck to the most private place before it froze and formed two dollops by Sarevok’s feet, by the throne.

And the human, now stripped, looked like… A mere target for Coin’s desire as the Gnome clambered on the throne, admiring his prize… His eyes went on the Bhaalspawn’s genitals, on that slightly pudgy belly, on those chiseled pecs. And he sighed.

“What a shame.”

To complete his words, Coin even shook his head in disappointment at the sight of Sarevok’s genitals, which were not as impressive as many. Assuredly, he was a Bhaalspawn and should be endowed like a demigod. Rather, the Bhaalspawn was… Average. Oh, so average, his testicles barely enough to fill the Gnome’s palm.

His eyes went on the Human’s face, the glowing eyes taking a hint of red while the mouth continued to dig inside the gag. It wouldn’t be long for the surface to be covered with dents. A moment, and the Gnome leaned forward, scratching his chin, frowning.

“What should I do with you? You could be the prize of my collection… Too dangerous to be let loose. But you could as well ruin my pristine collection with your… Status.”

The words came as a loud reflection before the Gnome’s expression relaxed, and a wide grin appeared.

“Here it is!”

“HRMPHH!”

Snapping, the Wizard started to mumble and look up as if there was something… Before he began to chant. Those words, they were of old. Potential spells Sarevok ought to know since he was older than most people in the city. In turn, Coin was gleeful to see the Human’s reaction, as the Bhaalspawn felt the melted metal start to creep all over his legs, like tendrils.

“It’ll be better that way,” said the Gnome, watching the tendrils wrapping over the arms and legs, forming something adjacent to a web, a webbing… no, akin to fishnet gloves and stockings. But far from being over, the metal, in ample amounts, crawled upward.

“Let’s see if it works.”

[B]Strength check: Failure

[/B]One instant, that was all Sarevok needed to try to fight against his bindings. The hold spell that had maintained him paralyzed was dispelled. Once more, he could control his hands, his fingers, his movements. Only then for the metal to harden and hold him, forming a cage around Sarevok’s limbs and slowly dragging him, forcing him to stand up against his will.

He cried, tried to shake his arms and shoulders off. But soon, a harness was passed over the glabrous chest, holding it tight and tighter while the Gnome seemed eager to observe, jumping onto the throne’s armchair… Then, sitting, watching his prize.

“No need to fight. I have everything planned for you!”

With his eyes still focused on Sarevok, Coin admired the Human forced to squat, his stance wide. Likewise, his arms were forced behind his head, to lock on that nape before those arms were covered by the metal fusing and forming one collar.

“I’ve always fancied a fountain. A milk fountain, you could do that for me, would you?”

With another snap, Coin summoned his grimoire as well as his typical pencil and eraser, going through the many pages of men gagged and begging, to Sarevok’s page. Eraser in hand, the first action was to erase Sarevok’s chest and redraw it, making it perkier, curvier… Tempting. No, generous even.

Each redraw was more power poured into it before the Gnome was satisfied and taped the paper, sending forth the spell that would twist and reshape the human.

[B]Constitution saving throw: Success

[/B]With a groan, Sarevok twisted and shook. He watched the Gnome acting all mighty, as well as the power rushing to his body. One power that was twisting and reshaping him, making his body more sensitive, more… Heavy. Amidst all this, there was a bursting sensation, one the Human crushed instinctively. He didn’t want to partake in it, nor to give the gnome his satisfaction. And soon, the rush abated.

But Sarevok could still glance and see how his pectoral muscles had fattened, the areolas widened, and those nipples erected. Furthermore, he sensed the heaviness in his breasts; the tension within, the presence of something that was not before. And he groaned.

“No milk? Tchh. For once, it failed.”

Again, the Gnome showed his disappointment as he snapped again. Still in control of the metal, it was only a matter of shifting the harness holding Sarevok’s shoulders. He extended it, extended the webbing underneath Sarevok’s chest and watched how those buxom breasts were lifted. Then, as the structure, akin to a bra, hardened, a softer and more refined webbing crawled to the nipples, much for Sarevok’s displeasure, before the metal pinched the nipples by forming a tight circle around it.

“HRMPHHHH!” cried Sarevok, shaking his head.

But it was pointless as the Wizard was still in control. The ring shifted, to have soft teeth digging against the fleshy nubs and massaging them. And as they twisted and turned, as the pressure on Sarevok’s breasts continued… Well, the Human muffled wails culminated with his first droplets of milk.

The ducts were opened, forced so. And rather than letting Sarevok get used to it or get back in control, Coin smirked.

His wicked smirk was completed by his hand going to his groin, massaging his bulging erection. The Wizard’s robes were not tight, but the sheer volume inside was enough to put a strain on them until Coin whisked them away with a mere spell. Only one and the hairy, muscular, and monstrously-endowed Gnome stood on the throne, mimicking the poise of a tyrant before a court’s jester.

He watched Sarevok’s pitiful fights, heard the muffled cries… yet, continued to cast the spell that send tendrils and more of the metal digging inside the Bhaalspawn’s nipples, digging into them to extend the ducts, to pry them open until the shy rivulet became a torrent of milk, warm and luscious, that was to be collected in a bowl strapped to the Human’s belly. A wondrous sight, a tempting one, as the Gnome jumped off his seat and walked. He walked on the air, on an invisible surface, to reach the bowl to sample the milk with one finger.

He admired the flow, the cascading liquid as much as the sweet taste, and like one would turn off a faucet, Coin turned his wrist and… The rings around Sarevok’s nipples closed while the metal inside them formed a plug, both pressing and pinching on the sensitive nubs.

“HRMPHHHHH! NRPHHH!”

[B]Constitution saving throw: Failure[/B]

Sarevok’s cries were loud, enough to echo within his tribunal. But far from being over, Coin seemed eager to play for more as he descended between the Human’s legs, watching those genitals dangling free. Not for long.

A caress on the testicles and another webbing… And those proud testicles were held tight by the metal joining them to the knees, yanking those orbs down and squeezing them in a constant state of torture. One completed with a sweep of the eraser and a quick penmanship; it ended with Sarevok’s testicles swelling beyond measure and adding more to the woes of that human whose orbs were constrained, full… And well, covered with a little doodle of Coin’s face on the left testicles, proof of the Gnome’s property.

“Much better,” commented the Gnome, continuing his tracing by passing a digit along the Human’s half-erect cock. Unlike the others, Sarevok managed to keep himself in control and did not give in to the pleasure. Yet.

Yet, the Gnome was eager to show his talent in “renovating” and “improving”.

Such talents involving the metal crawling to Sarevok’s groin, despite the troublesome and vain shaking.

“HRMPH!”

“It is not gold, but it will do. But imagine… A Sarevok-sized statue!” laughed the Gnome, the tendrils dancing over Sarevok’s length, going over the cocktip. Over… The glans. They circled the cut cock, danced on the swollen corona, forming another webbing akin to a cap. However, as soon as the webbing was over and the entirety of Sarevok’s cocktip covered, the cap seemed to split open.

But it wasn’t… Not as the split formed a metallic hole, accompanied by much of the Human’s screams.

“Wayyy better,” chuckled the Gnome, passing a hand on the cock’s underside to feel the hollow rod inside, feeling it stretch the urethra until the skin below thinned and bulged. However, far from stopping, Coin admired his work and traced the path the rod would take as it descended and seemed to disappear inside Sarevok’s groin.

“But still imperfect.”

[B]Constitution saving throw: Critical failure

[/B]As the Gnome reached for his grimoire, he didn’t use his eraser this time. It wasn’t an act of replacing but changing, adding more. A drawing, a symbol… A stranger eldritch symbol formed on Sarevok’s lower belly, different from the womb tattoo the Gnome used. Instead, this one represented something akin to a cascade.

However, the result could be seen. In Sarevok’s expression crumbling, in tears forming at his hardened and rigid eyes, in his groin seemingly bulging… And in throb shaking the cock. Finally, as the marking was filled, Sarevok could feel, and Coin watch, as watery precum poured from the cock cap like… A fountain.

“Perfect.”

Coin chuckled, his wicked grin completed as he approached Sarevok’s cock, stroking himself. He used Sarevok’s fluids as lubricant. Coin showered his immense cock in it, bathing the skin with the Bhaalspawn’s fluids as he saw Sarevok’s groin still bulging from the change. The rod was firmly lodged, blocking the path to the bladder while pressuring the prostate, massaging it constantly… And allowing the everlasting flow to go outside, to leave, to drip from the tube Coin had forced inside. Now, this was a perfect addition to his collection.

One Collector such as him had to make do… And if breaking a very well-endowed male was pleasing, giving purpose to something less adequate seemed more befitting.

More satisfying as Coin massaged and stroked his cock, feeling the throb inside, the blood rushing in as the skin reeked of gnomish and human musk mixed, the skin glistening from the precum.

The cocktip, almost reddish, pointed upward at an angle that perfectly proved the Gnome’s excitation as he strutted, admiring his work…. And adding a few more touch-ups to Sarevok. Like a set of stairs placed right behind the squatting human, one railing… And a support so Coin, and any person of smaller stature, could peruse the Bhaalspawn’s ass.

“You hate it? Don’t you? This is fine. I might spare you the shame to have been bested by a Gnome… Or not,” laughed Coin, smacking Sarevok’s untouched ass. But as soon as the hand met the skin, metal rushed inside. Metal that again formed a thin webbing on the cheeks, prying and pulling on them. Much like the one going all over the Human’s face, slipping along his cheeks, along his lips, inside his mouth before the conjurated ball gag was removed. Alas, the jaws were locked…

And so was Sarevok’s fate as he felt the Gnome’s erect cock press against his orifice, warm like a second sun, and ready to take that plump ass, that thin and innocent rim. It seemed to be clean. Enough for Coin to be trustful and to thrust fully inside Sarevok, pummeling those godlike insides with a cock that was of inhuman proportions.

Of course, Sarevok cried, and his eyes went bloodshot, the golden hue entirely turned red. His tongue lolled out, dripping saliva all over his chin and chest alike, unable to find any comfortable position in that mouth that was forced open, and stretched wider and wider by the metal that composed a tunnel, a passage, right to Saarevok’s throat.

More tendrils rushed all over the human’s glabrous face, the eyes dancing left and right to see the crawling metal grow thinner and thinner as it formed something akin to a mask.

It was a design akin to the devilish creatures delving in the far east, with tusks and blue skin, the eyes visible. A mask that was set to mimic those Onis. And in return, as Sarevok’s face was fully covered, Coin no longer restrained his control.

He had Sarevok locked and in his grasp. The human’s wavering cries and whimpering were perfectly tantalizing. As much as feeling the tight grasp of those insides around his cock. And Coin, far from resisting the call, eagerly shot inside that tight orifice, hearing the suave relieved moans from Sarevok.

“This is… My first ejaculation of the day. There will be more,” chuckled Coin.

And true to his word… Coin continued. He might have ejaculated a few shots, bathing the Human’s inners with his fluids, scalding hot. But he was far, extremely far, from being over. And as he thrust and punched, Sarevok felt his prostate crushed from the inside, felt the drumming pleasure digging its way upward.

[B]Wisdom Saving Throw: Critical failure.[/B]

At first, the pain… The devious pain made it impossible. But the pleasure, the never-ceasing assault, was undoing that wall, destroying the resistance, passed the barrier around Sarevok’s mind.

It was impossible to resist, fruitless, even for one who had inflicted those gruesome assaults. For once, he was the subject of it, the assaulted victim of such depravations. And where Sarevok left his victims after a few moments, battered and bruised, Coin didn’t stop.

The Gnome wouldn’t. Didn’t want.

The Wizard’s sheer constitution, grit, and will was dedicated to fucking and abusing that hole until those covered cheeks were red. Until that asshole no longer constrained and instead was reshaped by that tool. And at the utmost, until the Human’s moans were louder than the clapping of Coin’s nuts hitting those cheeks.

It took… Long.

Long enough for the torches to burn dimmer, for the sweat to pour all over Coin’s body, forming a sheen over that skin. But then, behind the mask, Sarevok’s expression shifted to utter pleasure and abandon. For his cock to throb with excitement and his prostate to clench. For his testicles, still cinched and blocked, to be pulled upward with a spike of pain and delight.

Then, as the Bhaalspawn’s tongue no longer lolled but licked his lips, Coin… Gave in.

It had been three ejaculations in, and the Human’s belly had been gaining some rotundity from it. But the latter ejaculation was a culmination, the last shot from the Wizard who, with huffs and gritted teeth, hit upward until his cock was firmly lodged and he… Shot.

So many times…. So much… So much that Coin’s mind almost blanked, and he nearly lost his focus on his spell.

His hands trembled, his eyes rolled, his hips were almost collapsing. But the Wizard had one task to finish as he heard the pleased muffle from Sarevok. As the mask completely covered Sarevok’s face, it also encompassed his ears, the ear holes. All that time, more tendrils, thinner than any other, had been delving inside and digging in ways that were more than private, intrusive.

As Coin’s pleasure reached its apex, with his cum swelling Sarevok’s guts, the tendrils reached the inside of that skull… And started to scramble it, touch, reach… Lock. And finally, block.

An enchantment within the transmuted steel was all that was needed…

One that would maim but heal back, locking Sarevok in a loop whose apex was the pleasure the Bhaalspawn experienced at that moment, from feeling the Gnome’s cock crattering his inside.

Only a faint whistle escaped from that wide-open mouth when Coin pulled free, satisfied with his magnum opus. Of his perfected work that stood almost like a statue… A fountain of milk and precum, ever-locked.

One… He was happy to add to his Grimoire’s collection.