Blaidd’s Love
Blaidd shall find something greater than the Greater Will
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Blaidd’s Love
Blaidd shall find something greater than the Greater Will
_That was days after you left Ranni and me alone.
The unalloyed gold ring you gave me still weighed on my soul and conscience, my friend, as well as the whistle in my pouch.
Mistress Ranni rushed me to leave her side, and without the two fingers, I could feel the freedom to do so. My heart palpitated with the rush to follow you and your steps through Liurnia, the Mountaintops of Giants, even to that Haligtree.
But… Alas, I couldn’t find traces of you.
You went here and there, but my erstwhile steps led me in circles and circles until, in the end, I thought I wouldn’t have to find you. I needed only to stay and wait for you to find me._
_It was then that I returned to Liurnia, my steps bringing me to the Inn that had a nice mushroom stew with tidbits of meat. However, the rain had been heavy, and my pelt had been heavier. So was Torrent’s fur as it weighed on him when I entered the stables.
It was then, after paying the innkeeper his due gold, I tended to Torrent.
You have been keen to offer me his whistle, but on that day, I understood its true value._
_As my hands brushed and explored our sturdy friend’s coat, I couldn’t stop peering at his body. And Torrent’s bleating was becoming more insistent. I have an inkling it was from the seasons. Alas, our friend’s bleating was regular, a sign of pain in the absence of an Ewe.
I soothed him, caressed his fur, and went over his horns just like you scratched them. But none seemed to ease him… Up until I saw that… Glory._
_It was a mace. No, much bigger. Glistening ebony in the oil lamp’s light. The flesh flared as it slipped out of its earthly sheath. Its aroma had a pungency without equal, strong to the nose and yet without the sheer intensity that might spurn a nose as sensitive as mine.
Blood rushed within, throbbing and making the organ sway under its weight. Those testes were held in a leathery pouch, but despite the icy weather, they dangled heavily.
And then, there was the median ring, delineating another growth. Power. Might._
_My eyes, so accustomed to moonlight and shadows, found that glistening flesh appealing. I couldn’t peel my eyes away; I couldn’t pry my eyes from what was to be… Perfection.
Given flesh. A paragon of all that was masculine and powerful in an ugly world.
I… I had found something that could be considered a calling, much like how Mistress Ranni had ushered me to._
_I do not think she thought it would be Torrent.
Perhaps she sent me on a crusade to find you, oh, Tarnished. But the life is that I have now… A life. Without you, without her. With Torrent.
One I sealed the moment I gave in to that appetite. My yearning for Torrent shall no longer be ignored._
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“Do not spill it or ask questions. That one is paying us well. So, do not ask. Or look down.”
Still, the young Waiter had to bend under the weight of that meal. Twice as usual.
His eldest would have handled this request, going out even in the pelting rain and returning with a hefty purse yet smelling like a beast.
But with his eldest gone to train for war, it was now up to the young Waiter to endure the weight as he ran across the village.
Away from the inn, further up the hills. Along a well-cared path, then in the midst of the untouched and yet grazed fields. Right to that stout edifice. The foundations and the imported woods were befitting a lord, but the mansion was wider than tall. And even then, the smell was strong.
Strangely enough, the Waiter saw the traces of a horse around. Only Lords had them. So it must be a mistake on his side; the young man shook his head.
He tensed, then knocked at the door and… Whispers inside. Whispers that stopped, then with stomps. Heavy steps that ended with the door creaking open, with warm air hitting the human’s nose. And so was a stench that was worse than if one room had been uncleaned for three days.
The Waiter grimaced, watching the dark shadow peering through, clad in a coat that looked like a beast. And a head that was of a wolf, if not for the wounds and scars that had twisted the muzzle, the brows, and even the ears.
It was lupine, but marked by the woes of conflict.
“The meal for you, sir,” said the Waiter, still bending under the platter.
Silence, then hands ending in claws collected the platter and lifted it with ease before the cloaked lupine disappeared behind the open door.
“My go-“
The cloaked Lupine reappeared, handing out a purse.
“Tell your father to continue his good work,” said the Lupine with an eerie soft voice.
A calm voice, and yet… The Waiter’s lips quivered before he grabbed the pouch and ran downhill.
The door closed. Finally, Blaidd sighed, turning to the Tarnished.
His helmeted friend was the same one, his face impossible to read. Yet, his exposed body at rest while he sat at Blaidd’s unique table within the house. A large house, tall enough to accommodate his height, and adequate for his soulmate. Blaidd sat, too.
“Is that your daily meal?” asked the Tarnished, observing the stew. Carrots, local roots, potatoes, and even the juice of a fruit that grows further east, but adds a flavorful tang.
Yet, as the steam flowed through the room, Blaidd was not looking for the stew. Instead, he reclined, reaching for his cloak to open it.
“No. This is usually for Torrent. I shall prepare my own meal,” said Blaidd.
And so, the cloak opened.
Revealing that, though war had taken its toll on the Shadowbound’s body, love had had its share. No, it had the Lion’s share.
Blaidd had always been thin, but fat had started to form and cover his bony figure. Fat had coalesced on his breasts, making them sag and heavy. On his belly, with that fur that looked almost shiny and healthy compared to the rest, especially around the swirling purple mark around the popped-out belly button.
And to his thighs, generous and wide, he spread so he could reach for the ebony flesh in between, ignoring the purple flowers and vines wrapped around his legs. Or the ring against his groin.
“So… Will you continue your tale and tell me how Blaidd has become a housewife?”
“I shall,” whispered Blaidd, reaching for that black-as-night sheath. His fingers danced upon it, squeezed the skinfold. And then, without much of a surprise, blood rushed within.
Blaidd’s expression relaxed while a distant bleating echoed, making him smile and even lick his lips. “Indeed… Indeed.”
“What did it say?”
“That he is happy, and I should follow my duty,” said Blaidd, his tongue dancing on his chops while admiring the organ that started to gleam like on the first day he’d noticed it. And now, he was stroking it, guiding blood to flow within. Guiding that libido and erection as the wide end flared and the median ring pushed through the sheath.
The Tarnished might look surprised, might act distant. But he’d sworn to listen and see.
“I am still surprised you… Have enamored yourself with it.”
“With him. Torrent is more than I assumed. And I am happy… He helped me embrace that purpose,” said Blaidd, leaning forth and… kissing that flare as the length pushed way past the belly. However, Blaidd huffed due to his heavy figure. “For you. My beloved.”
A kiss. A lick. A tongue lashing on the flared end while the bleating continued in the distance. A tongue sampling the strong aroma, burning the taste buds with hints of many flavors. But nothing as satisfying as the droplets delivered onto Blaidd’s tongue.
Greasy, salty, musky. Blaidd’s stomach rumbled, and not from the meal the Tarnished was eating by slipping bread, glasses, and spoonfuls under his helmet.
No disgust or vile remark as Blaidd bent over, kissing and savouring the constant flow bestowed upon him. A flow he gulped down, his expression at rest. No, blissful. Ears dropped, limbs relaxed, breathing calm.
He was akin to a holy man in peregrination, drinking from a believer’s gourd.
He drank, gulped, and continued to stroke the flesh with two hands. Two hands as that organ protruded from between his legs, like a pillar. And…
Then, after a few minutes of silence between the Tarnished and Blaidd gulping, the Shadowbound gasped and yanked his head away.
But his lips were damp, and his fur coated. The smell, hanging in the air, was stronger as he looked at the Tarnished.
“If you are willing, you can also partake.”
A bleating.
“Well. If you are willing to let Torrent take you as his ewe.”
“I’d rather… eat. And confirm you are well.”
“I am faring better than well,” said Blaidd, tilting his head and smiling.
His tongue passed over his chops, his smile genuine as he kept stroking that shaft that kept delivering, oozing, and dripping with that thick precum. One that was even steamy despite the relative warmth within the wide house.
“And yet…” said the Tarnished, eyeing Blaidd’s belly. And those swirling patterns, something that looked like a curse on a belly that was evidently taut. “Something happened to you.”
“I am Torrent’s ewe,” said Blaidd, reclining back and slowing down the strokes so he could rub his precum-coated fingers on his belly. “I have to give him his lambs.”
At the word, the massive cock stuck between Blaidd’s legs even throbbed harder while a bleat echoed in the distance.
“Yes. I do not belong to you anymore, Tarnished. Though my… Experience with you, our nights, was something else. Alas, you cannot approach the glory of my new husband.”
A click of the tongue, a frown behind that helmet, a tension in the arms. A bleat.
“Let me prove this,” said Blaidd.
His hands reached for that cock, for that organ, for the base. And just as easily as he wrapped his hands over it, Blaidd… Pulled on the ring at the base, slipping it higher and higher up the shaft. Yet, as he did, the organ seemed to vanish. Then, by half, the whole shaft slunk into the aperture, disappearing faster than if Blaidd pulled on the ring.
Finally… It was gone. And remained then the golden ring Blaidd licked before widening his legs. Standing up… And showing it.
The silver cage.
The fashioned metal that was to hold and constrain his genitals. A work of a craftsman with intricate work to make that cockcage truly appear as… A wolf’s muzzle. A creation of silver with verdant eyes. Its teeth were to limit and close, forming the edge of Blaidd’s genitals.
And yet… It was so small. So ridiculous. So tiny. Practically a flat presence above a scrotum that couldn’t contain more than… grape-sized nuts. So small, they could be held between two fingers. Less so, in Blaidd’s case.
Yet, the Shadowbound was not bothered by it? Not when he had his fingers scissoring his ballsack, pulling on it… And groaned while a watery liquid dripped from between the fake wolf’s teeth.
“Do you remember how small I was? How tiny my cocklet was?”
“It was… Bigger,” commented the Tarnished, though his hand reached between his legs, on the bulge he possessed. “And not caged.”
“Torrent wouldn’t let me have it. He prefers it tiny and caged… And all his cum helps me… Become more adequate,” said Blaidd, his hands going on his chest, stroking an erect nipple as he approached and… sat on the Tarnished’s lap. Let him feel the Shadowbound’s weight.
The Tarnished did not push Blaidd. But his hands were opening and closing, eager to have a feel. To touch. To sense.
Then, he stopped when the hoofed steps echoed closer, with a presence arriving with a musky smell that was… Stronger than before. Much stronger. Muskier. And Blaidd’s face contorted in a further grin, his stroking earning him a white bead at the nipple’s tip.
“You need not be introduced,” said Blaidd, stroking Torrent’s neck as the ram bleated. “He is glad to see you.”
“He’s living here and not in a stable?” asked the Tarnished, his hand going for Blaidd’s leg, stroking the fur that had become softer, somehow.
“Why would the Lord of the house live in a stable? That’s where I sleep. He has the bed for himself,” snickered Blaidd, pointing his chin further into the house.
And true, it seemed the house had been made without doors, so the Ram wouldn’t have to bother with them. However, Torrent approached and rubbed his horns against Blaidd’s side, bleating.
“Of course… I was about to invite him.”
“Invite me to what?” asked the Tarnished, only for a sound close to a squeak to come forth from his lips. And… For Blaidd’s hands to stroke his bulge.
“Before we ride altogether to our next mission. Torrent would like to show you how we are forever bound.”
“This is-“
A bleat.
“It is. Or Torrent will refuse to bear your weight tomorrow,” said Blaidd.
“He cannot.”
“I broke his whistle. My husband shall never be bound unwillingly, oh, Tarnished. So please… Indulge us this.”
Perhaps the Tarnished pouted or frowned. Or desired to fight this.
But in the end, with only his helmet on and a raging erection, the Numen stepped inside the ‘bedroom’. The air was thick and musky, each breath carrying the flavor of a former breeding. And though some might frown and growl at the stench, Blaidd took breath after breath and smiled… Before approaching the haystack that was their nuptial bed, then reclined.
“Come now, join me.”
“It’s-“
“It’s more comfortable than it looks,” said Blaidd, opening his legs wider…
So much wider was it that it was possible to admire and see a rim. A glistening purple, a swollen ring, a sphincter that had taken such abuse it had lost its primary shape and now looked akin to a pastry. Glazed. Lubricated. And winking at the Tarnished.
Tarnished, who lie by Blaidd, allowed the Shadowbound to lean and nuzzle that helmet.
“Tell me, Tarnished. Do you remember our nights when you used your powerful tool to hit and abuse mine? When you derided me, making me feel inadequate in my petite manhood?”
“Yes,” answered the Tarnished, sighing when Blaidd’s hands reached and grabbed his erection, stroking it on the bed, gripping on that uncut shaft, and pulling on that thick foreskin. “You were so pathetic and small. And eager.”
A nuzzle followed by a huff from Torrent.
“You shall find it adequate, someone… Fixed me,” said Blaidd as the cloven steps echoed and the Wolf moved, opened his legs, lifted them… And through an impressive display of flexibility, he had his arms locking his knees.
Exposing then those powerful glutes, round and appetizing, with the muscles forming wondrous mounds that caught the eyes… As much as the orifice itself winked… And a jet of steamy fluids, cum, spurted out. Cum that must have been inside, whose smell was similar to what permeated the bedroom. The haystack.
Blaidd smiled, grinning as Torrent approached, a towering, overpowering presence.
“I promised you my blade, Tarnished. But my Husband caged it and broke it.”
“Broke… it?” asked the Tarnished, curious, his hands going on that posterior before he recoiled when the cloven steps passed above them… And something ebony and powerful smacked against Blaidd’s entrance.
A monster of flesh. It ended in a flared end, yet its presence was not only heavy but promising. Waft of steamy musk elevated from that rod, from the potent equine-like shaft that had slipped forth from Torrent’s sheath and now smacked against Blaidd’s belly… Before the bleating Torrent stepped back, and that shaft, in its might, rubbed against the dark fur and smeared its juice on that belly.
The Tarnished himself seemed in awe, his voice cut short… And his erection lessened.
“Is-“
“He broke it… Go on… You can open the cage before he takes me.”
An encouragement followed by instruction, all while the Beast was not idle. No, that cock had slipped and delivered its fair share of fluid along Blaidd’s body. Over that tattooed and swollen belly, over that cage, and then on that eager asshole it nudged with that flared end. Nudged and lubricated, the wide urethra is generous in fluids and precum.
A gift that made Blaidd sigh and moan while the Tarnished’s hands worked on his cage, undid the slight mechanism and… The wolf’s mouth opened before the metal dropped.
Beneath, there was but a reddish peek, a point of pink compared to the sea of fur. And yet, the Tarnished expertly grabbed it, touched it, poked it.
But the pinkish note wouldn’t grow any further. It wouldn’t go stiff and erect. It wouldn’t throb or harden. It would be there, still.
And cold.
Even when the ebony shaft, wider than Blaidd’s arm, stronger than his former might, more threatening than armies, pushed against the orifice which ought to resist but did not.
Not even when Blaidd moaned, and that shaft slipped inside with a loud schlorp that echoed through the house. Not when the Shadowbound cried, tears streaking across his face, from utter joy.
Blaidd’s lips curled, his tongue licked his chops. And his belly bulged even further as Torrent’s barrel was above him, the shaggy fur stroking his own.
But the Tarnished? His hands were on that shaft, playing with it.
“It is…”
“Broken, oh, Tarnished,” moaned Blaidd. “My blade isn’t mine to wield anymore. Torrent took it and broke it. He crushed whatever pathetic hints of manhood I had… left.”
Blaidd’s voice was calm, collected. The words were not chosen at random. They had been rehearsed. Much like the position. Much like the smile. Much like the thrust at the end when Torrent’s cock slipped further, and a watery jet spurted out of that pinkish spot.
The Shadowbound cried and teared up, his belly bulging while the swirl and tattoo on his belly glowed with an eerie aura.
But under the Tarnished’s touch, there was a faint warmth that had a welcoming and soothing quality, contrasting with the throbs and squeezes that were underneath, by the feeling of that shaft that was inside. A shaft that was… Bigger. And harder. And more powerful than even the Tarnished’s erection.
And easily overbearing what Blaidd had when the Tarnished’s fingers returned to it.
“Can you… Feel it? The cold?” asked Blaidd, wincing while his cock was pinched.
“Yes,” confirmed the Tarnished, his fingers at work. “It is-“
“Broken. Taken. Torrent wouldn’t like a fellow to have such… An- An impotent tool. I cannot serve you, oh, Tarnished. But Torrent shall accept… If he can be satisfied.”
“I- What do you mean?”
Followed the sound of Blaidd’s sphincter being pulled on. Of the air being sucked outside. Of the rim being pulled, of the cum firmly lodged inside to slip out and ooze on the haystack before Blaidd turned to the Tarnished. Torrent bleated above.
Blaidd smiled. More so when Torrent’s shaft, covered with precum and cum and anal lube, smacked against Blaidd’s groin, smacking his genitals and making the Wolf wince.
“My Husband has needs, oh, Tarnished. Whenever I couldn’t endure his shaft, he would have me… Use our golden ring band to unite us… So I would breed women on his behalf,” pointed the Shadowbound, pointing at the gold band at the base of Torrent’s cock.
The fingers dropped; the Shadowbound craned his neck.
“For days I would breed on my husband's behalf, sowing his lambs while denied my pleasure. No one knew about it. No one knew of the pain that was to breed with his cock, to act as a stud. But he decided I shall take this task no more. But… His needs shall be answered,” said Blaidd, reaching for the Tarnished’s shaft, the Tarnished’s erection.
“Please, oh, Tarnished. Tell us. Would you breed for my Husband… Would take up the band and accept that your spawn shall be his?”
“Wh-What? No!”
“It is easy. His manhood is much better than yours, too. Can you compare?” asked Blaidd, passing another hand on Torrent’s shaft.
On one side, the Human shift filled his palm. On the other hand, the ebony equine shaft was practically crushing it, erasing the palm and fingers beneath its weighty presence.
“I- I need not compare,” replied the Tarnished, though his cock throbbed at the comparison.
A bleat.
“Yes. We all know yours is inferior, my Liege. Therefore, Torrent lets you borrow his blade and might,” said Blaidd, nuzzling forward with his caked-up fur. “His lambs will be stronger than your spawn. And if luck has it, you might even be given the chance to have a bastard of your own.”
Blaidd’s voice was torturous, mixed with spite and envy and desire. Emotions that soared and continued as the massive shaft moved, rubbed, and then crushed his pathetic genitals.
The Tarnished found them with a request for their presence, for their help. They’d answered with the promise he’d hear them and would only step out once daylight returned.
A promise that would remain as Blaidd’s hands stroked that shaft, teased it… Pulled the foreskin back.
“I- I refuse. I will not breed in Torrent’s name. I- It is a beast, not a husband.”
“It is a shame. I would have offered you the pleasure of experiencing my hole. As it is reserved for men whose blades can only compare to Torrent.”
“I would not defile myself… But I assume you will not fight. That you will break your promise.”
“Please… Oh, Tarnished. Let this question come with the early dawn. And enjoy what a true union of love is. You swore.”
“I…” A gulp, the helmet turning from Blaidd to Torrent’s barrel. “I swore.”
He swore.
And that was all that was needed as Blaidd’s muzzle pressed against the cold helmet before Blaidd returned to his position and sighed.
“You might, Love,” he answered to the hoof stomping on the other side of the Tarnished.
Torrent stepped back, his hoof stomped on the hay, his shaft slipping and delivering a hefty dose of precum onto the Shadowbound. And then… Without much of a surprise, the organ was back at Blaidd’s entrance. Back at the orifice.
It pressed on the rim, on the sphincter, on the entrance.
Moans followed, groans… And then, there was that schlorp. Once more, Torrent’s shaft was fully entrenched within the Shadowbound, defying Blaidd’s resilience as that belly was stretched and swollen beyond measure through fluids and flesh.
Yet, the Shadowbound was again all smiles and huffs. All moans as that shaft, that ebony shaft, was slipping further and further, the queefing done by then.
Remained then the suction, the pressure, the delicious pain as Blaidd’s fingers drummed on his belly… And his cocklet, his tiny nub, squirted on his balls.
Above, Torrent’s expression couldn’t be discerned, but the bleating was loud, followed by sighs from Blaidd. Whispers, susurrus of desires and envy.
Yet, as the shaft plunged deeper, as that median ring sank into the Shadowbound’s depths, as that cock bulged through the fur and skin… The atmosphere itself shifted.
Blaidd’s hands reached out, extended to reach for Torrent’s barrel, stroking the shaggy fur below while the Ram’s front legs lowered.
While the Tarnished’s hands, tired of being idle, danced upon his body. Upon his cock, upon his shaft, as the moans from the Shadowbound filled his ears.
Moans that had been, at one moment, for him and him only. But now they were bound to Torrent, to the beast that had been his mount long ago.
“Go… Deeper, my Love. You can do it,” said Blaidd, replying to the bleat. That cock was but a few inches from entirely slipping inside. A few inches left, and yet more than half of what the Tarnished had.
A few inches from the sheer size that was already swelling Blaidd’s guts, stretching his inner walls, stretching his belly that must have been prepared for breeding.
And… The Shadowbound craned his neck while Torrent lowered his head. The Ram’s tongue, longer and prehensile, went to lick all over Blaidd’s face, covering the fur with that sticky saliva while that cock plunged… And finally was hilted, with the hind legs bending and Blaidd’s body bucking under the assault.
His legs were pressed on either side of the barrel, his posterior and lower back forced to be lifted. His belly had practically the organ’s shape imprinted. And Blaidd’s hands were now gripping the fur, holding onto it while Torrent bucked and humped, bleating.
“Harder! Go on harder, Love! Breed me! Fill me!” cried Blaidd, his voice breaking through the silence, through the pelting rain outside, through the moans from the Tarnished.
The Tarnished’s calloused hands were restless, pulling and yanking on his foreskin. Pulling and milking the dense and denser precum that was to drip from the folds while the other hand went on his testicles to massage them… To stroke them as his moans were growing intense. Yet, they were but a droplet compared to the Shadowbound’s cries. To the howls.
To the tears streaking across Blaidd’s face as he smiled. As his guts were getting utterly churned by Torrent’s enormous cock.
His belly not only bulged, but through the bucking, the shaft was pumped in and out. Rocked, pushed, swaying, every little movement was to send echoes through Blaidd’s body.
That shaft, that mace of a cock, was to hit the Shadowbound’s inner walls. To smash, to break, to abuse until Blaidd’s stoic and bashful expression would break apart and reveal bliss, joy, satisfaction.
“FASTER! I WANT YOUR LAMBS! FILL YOUR EWE! MY LOVE!” teared up Blaidd.
He was answered by Torrent’s bleatings, by the hooves stomping and breaking the tiled floor under the haystack, stomping until those legs were a threat.
Yet, none stopped.
Not Blaidd as he dangled from the mount’s body, nothing more than a rocked toy for Torrent’s pleasure, his body imprinting the utter shape of that shaft.
Not the Tarnished, whose moans and groans were growing in anticipation, whose muscles clenched, whose shoulders grew stiff as he listened to his former lover, his former partner, getting bred.
Yes. Bred.
Bred not as an act or a play between two individuals of the same mind. Bred, thoroughly.
The purple swirls on Blaidd’s body were growing, gleaming with a power the Tarnished had never encountered: a spell or a curse of a new sort.
Yet, it was without doubt that Blaidd’s smell was softer, his fur had changed… And his aura, the heat that permeated him, revealed but the truth… Blaidd was in heat.
His asshole clenched, held, and stroked onto that enormous ebony shaft… It suckled, milked, forced onto the organ while Torrent, above, continued to bleat and outcry.
“MAKE ME YOURS! MY LOVE!”
The Ram cried, craning his head too. No more kissing, no more licking, no more caring for Blaidd as his testicles, fuzzy and heavy, no longer smacked the furry ass but were lifted.
The smacks stopped. The deafening breeding halted. And though the Tarnished groaned, his cock shooting all over his body, another sound filled the room.
A gurgle filled the void as the testicles were lifted and dropped, and within the Shadowbound, something warm and sticky was pumped. Something definitely musky, hot, and something whose presence was so immense, it erased Torrent’s imprinted shaft, eased the curves, the veins, the tension.
And left behind a belly that was to grow. And grow. The skin became taut, so taut hints of pink skin could be seen amidst the purple swirls.
The belly button bulged, the belly began to press, then sag slightly in every direction. Yet… Blaidd smiled. Blaidd cried. And Blaidd turned to the Tarnished, to that faceless helmet.
Then, as his lips opened to reveal his grinning teeth, something white oozed between them. Something white oozed from Blaidd’s nostrils before cum poured free from the other end.
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“This is him? The Tarnished?”
“Yes. I was told he would come to help us in battle!”
“But what about his Shadowbound Beast?”
“Blaidd, the Half-wolf? I heard… Strange rumors. Blaidd, the Beast-Wed.”
“What’s this, an insult to his honor?”
“I… I don’t know,” whispered one of the many fighters in the line by the castle entrance. There were many to see the Tarnished, to see who had felled Radahn and Malenia. Many were eager to see how the powerful Tarnished would ride to battle and fight the enemy.
Yet…
Yet their expressions, all different, crumbled into the same. Disgust.
The Tarnished had its head low, tilted down in shame. Yet, the powerful Ram he rode was bleating and clamoring its presence to the castle. To the world itself, its powerful hooves kicking up the red dust.
Yet, the eyes were drawn to something else.
To those arms tied around the saddle. The legs, spread and bound around the back.
The belly sagged down and almost touched the floor due to its sheer rotundity. Worse was the sight of those purple tattoos, like vine shades, growing all over that furry belly and sides.
To those breasts that were leaking milk onto the ground, leaving twinned white trails that were to merge with the constant leaking cum from a ruined and constantly penetrated orifice.
Each step was a rocking motion, a moan, a cry… And then the smack of those hefty testicles against the caged genitalia, against the pitiful testicles. Then followed a cry, a contraction, and another elicited shot.
A constant action, a constant movement that led to that cum churning further and further before the Lupine belly-riding the Ram gargled and coughed up cum.
“Th-Ank you for this blessing,” mumbled Blaidd, the Beast-Wed. His expression was one of utter pleasure, but his tears continued to streak as he was observed by the crowd.
Though he wore no ring on his fingers, it was obvious Blaidd was wed, taken by a lowly beast.
Whispers came, the crowd quickly fanning out and becoming but a trickle of vagrants whose desires could be noticed by the tension in their pants.
However, some were frowning, pointing fingers. And one approached; the Commander.
“What is this display, Tarnished? You said you would return with allies,” said the stout and well-armored human.
One that eyed the Tarnished up and down when the fighter jumped down the mount and stroked Torrent’s neck.
“What do you have to say, Tarnished?” repeated the Commander.
“Have some respect for my trusty Torrent and his new wife,” said the Tarnished, though with a lower voice for the latter part.
“What? Have some respect? Repeat yourself!”
“I said,” replied the Tarnished, taking a sharp breath. “Have some respect for my trusty Torrent and his new wife.”
As he said that, so came a bleat. A cry… The commander turned his head to see Blaidd, again coughing up cum.
“This is their honeymoon. And they want it to end with a fanfare… Marika, help me.”