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In Search of a Treasure

Arcus heard rumors ever since he was a little kid about how the magical necklace of the great chosen warrior of Lathander can make the one who wears it worthy of a place by the gods. Tales of such artifacts might have been true, but it was a little too vague a clue for a cleric of Lathander to follow mindlessly.

Arcus was a cheetah standing at 6’2 with his slender physique, his fur well kept to complement his handsome, angular face. His eyes are as blue as clear skies on a clear day, and a long tail that he always paid attention to how his long tail looked. Being a devoted follower of Lathander, Arcus traveled the continent, spreading the word of his rightful and just god. His journey was full of smiles, and his bag is constantly full of gifts from the local folk of whatever town he’s visiting. However, his travels, which were full of joyful memories, didn’t last long until that drunkard merchant in the tavern planted the seed of doubt in Arcus’ mind.

It’s been weeks since Arcus took off on his journey to find the lost necklace of the forgotten warrior named Ryder the Bright, upon talking with that traveling merchant. Arcus would have never believed such a tale, let alone following after a mere rumor. So he was, in his own mind, rightfully ignoring the blabbering of the merchant until he showed him a rock with a sigil on it. Merchant was a older looking crocodile that looked like in his late 40s. His belly was big from probably drinking beer and feeding off of people’s tables all day, but his muscles underneath were still apparent to an observing eye, proving that he once was a strong man.

The old crocodile kept telling him about the rumors he heard of an ancient temple inside the swamps of Misty Marsh that could hold such treasure, just like the one the young cheetah had heard of for all of his life as a follower of Lathander. The moment the merchant took out the rock, Arcus could feel the arcane energy overwhelming his senses. That was enough to get the young cleric’s attention for more details.

Now, after talking with merchant and acquiring a map despite his warnings of how dangerous the path to the temple is and weeks of traveling on foot, Arcus’ food was running low, his clothes were tattered and ripped in multiple places exposing his fragile yet agile body to plants and insects that he wished he could get rid of so many times throughout the road here. His mana depleted, and his hopes were close to being shattered. He got attacked by many creatures and wild animals on his journey, but he kept pushing forward, convincing himself that the destination he was aiming for was just up ahead.

Arcus’s dreams of finding the artifact were running low after traversing the marsh with no sign of a temple, and that’s why Arcus just fell on his knees and started laughing out of disbelief when he saw the ancient ziggurat towering above the massive trees of Misty Marsh. The same overwhelming arcane power radiated from everywhere, but much stronger, making the stone in his bag almost vibrate. Young cheetah, with his hopes refueled once more, took off at full speed, running towards the temple. Trees were just a blur in his tunnel vision, feet barely touching the muddy ground. Arcus was navigating his way around the trees perfectly. Until he stood by the entrance of the ancient structure.

Arcus could feel the call from the place, his inner thoughts telling him that he was meant to find the artifact, not anyone else. Drunk on dreams and joy of being so close to what he came here to find, Arcus was a little too late to notice the illusion spell that was cast on the temple ages ago, possibly luring souls that are too pure yet too curious to it for corruption and dark forces themselves. Another thing that Arcus couldn’t react fast enough to was to determine the source of the pain in his neck when that sharp sensation sent jolts of pain through his veins and his spine, sending his body to the cold mossy ground now hardened with the poison that shot through the needle. Arcus’ eyes stayed locked at the entrance as his vision got darker and darker, being forced to see the illusion being dispelled until he hit the mossy ground of the stairs.

When Arcus opened his eyes, he was initially confused. All he could hear at first was the sounds of water dripping into the stone floor. His vision was coming back slowly with the rest of his senses. Following right after the sound, his sense of smell returned, causing the young cheetah to scrunch his feline nose. Earthy smells of moss, mold, and something salty that he couldn’t place were infiltrating his lungs. Arcus started looking around, making him gasp in shock as he realized he was naked.

He looked down instinctually, hoping to have at least his underwear on him, but instead he saw some sort of glowing sigil on his lover's belly right on his groin, which stole his attention from his search for underwear. His curiosity led his fingers to the glowing mark. Anxiety and panic caused his fur to stand on end. He was so scared of touching it, not knowing what it was, yet it was all he could think of at that moment. Somehow convincing himself that he had nothing to lose, he put his finger over the circular coil-like part of the tattoo, and the moment he did, instant regret came right after.

Right upon contact, his knees buckled up, along with a moan breaking out from his mouth, which he was trying to keep shut with all his willpower following his involuntary kneeling. His senses heightened as the salty smell became more noticeable and stronger, causing blood to rush towards his groin, inevitably leading to his cock bouncing with anticipation. His other paw got directed to the throbbing cock that begged for a good pump. After a firm grip in a mixture of shock and pleasure. He wanted to touch it again, to feel that sensation… and indulge he did.

While his left paw was stroking his throbbing and engorged shaft, his right paw hesitated to touch the glowing marking for a mere second. His inner voice was loud and opposed to indulging himself, while at the same time, another voice rose.

“Go on one more touch, you know that it will make you feel just as good.”

Voice sounded familiar, but more than that, it felt strong and overwhelming as it shut down Arcus’ doubts, and his right paw started to trace over the lines of the sigil, so that he didn’t even question the reason for its existence anymore.

“Good kitty. It feels so much better when you indulge isn't it?”

The question felt like thrown out there without an answer, more than a question targeted towards the lost kitty. The jolts of pleasure shot through his whole body, making the cheetah shake and whine as his cock dribbled copious amounts of pre. With every second that passed, with his small paws tracing over the glowing mark on his groin, it pulsated in harmony with his cock twitching. He was feeling that he was getting super close, but he couldn’t cum no matter how much he pumped his cock.

“Something is missing, don’t you think?”

That familiar voice spoke again, surpassing the lost priest’s moans, causing his head to turn to find out the source of the person speaking to him. Instead, he caught a glimpse of the variety of toys on a nearby desk. Were they always there? He didn’t have time to check his surroundings carefully, so maybe he just didn’t notice~ his train of thought got cut off by another synchronized pulse coming from his dick and the mark over it. Right after the pulse, nothing else mattered more than his prolonged and promised orgasm.

“Told you, kiddo, this path was dangerous. You got yourself into this mess, not anyone else.” Croc finished his sentence with a smirk and added. “I’ll be sure to make you useful, don’t worry. However, training comes first. You shouldn’t be a stranger to following orders after all.”

Arcus trashed his paw over the table and grabbed the first toy that his fragile claws could get a grip on. He looked at the toy in his paw, roughly six, maybe seven inches of, seemingly crocodile-like cock crafted for pleasure. He paused one last time, looking at the girthy cock that he is holding in his hand. He shouldn’t have done anything like this; he was feeling guilty and ashamed of the sins that he was actively committing. Yet, he hasn’t stopped pumping his cock for a second, even amidst self-questioning of his supposed to be unbreakable morals.

With each pump, his inner monologue got more silent while his moans echoed in the chamber that he’s in got louder and louder. His eyes closed in a euphoric state as his paws guided the crocodile cock towards his tight and puckered entrance. Even though his hole resisted the thick shaft that was trying to invade his insides, his entrance got loosened up soon after he took a deep breath of that salty smell, which he was now sure of that it was the scent of sweat and cum clinging in the air. Just how many souls were here before him? Yet in the end, instead of feeling disgust as he normally would, it awakened a hunger that the horny kitty didn’t know he had before. With deep breaths, Arcus almost gripped the sigil, leaving slight claw marks on it and eventually letting the toy in, causing Arcus to scream his sluttiest moan so far.

With the girthy crocodile cock invading his now wet hole, knocking at his prostate with each thrust he’s making, Arcus’ last remaining thought that carried any pride and self-respect disappeared as he mindlessly started bouncing on the cock that was as if it was specifically crafted for his tight hole. Once his hole adjusted to the toy he was riding like there is no tomorrow, he let go of his cock, now going limp yet still making the warmth and tingling sensation around it felt to the kitty.

Time flew by fast as he was lost in this euphoric state. He screamed and screamed and screamed… Each thrust erased his one memory until he was left without any inside his dumb kitty brain. Each thrust made him more needy for more cock, and each thrust convinced Kitty to ride the toy even faster. After hit after hit to his prostate, with one last scream, he spurted his seed everywhere and all over his body, not knowing that this was the last time he was ever going to be allowed for any release in the future. Hunger still on his mind, he tried to scoop up any cum splattered around and guided his paw to his mouth, tasting his own seed and losing himself in the pleasure it gives with its incredible taste.

Right as one would think the exhaustion and lust would wear off and he would get up to move on to his life, Arcus grabbed the cock that just recently left his hungry hole and thrusted it back in for another hour-long session. Then another one, and another one, and another one, and another… The more he rode that cock, the hungrier the dumb slutty kitty got.

Actually, it made him so hungry for cock that he didn’t even mind as the merchant he spoke to weeks ago- no, his master came to the room and untied the laces of his pants and showed his girthy crocodile cock in his dumb kitty’s needy mouth. He was lost in pleasure so much that he didn’t mind when he signed his life away to his new master with an unholy contract. In fact, he was so deep and lost in the submission and service, he didn’t mind when his master engraved him with more sigils. He didn’t mind when his master locked away the useless thing he once called a cock, and he didn’t mind when his master used his slutty body and shared him with his friend, boasting about how useful a slave kitty had become. And more importantly, he most certainly didn’t mind when his master ordered him to gather more acolytes for their unholy cause under the name of the demon lord of indulgence, Graz’zt. Now, dumb kitty is just a tool for his master’s pleasure and in service for his lord, Graz’zt. Swallowing loads after loads as the unholy cumdump of the unholy church of indulgence.