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The Failed Rite By Olemgar For juno2420012000 Story contains: Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Drugging and Bad-End themes. (Spoilers for Final Fantasy XIV: Dawntrail) “Go ahead without me, friends! I need to go on a supply run. I need to grab potions and sharpen up my axe.” Said the cream-furred Xbr'aal, waving towards her companions. ​ “Hmmmm…” The brunette lalafell pondered. “This might be a good chance, indeed. We haven’t really eaten anything since we returned from the first trial. What do you both say? Want to grab something to eat?” ​ “After spending so long holed up in Sharlyan?” The young elezen covered in red asked, with a sarcastic tone. “I could eat a whole Behemoth right now, if it meant not thinking about that tasteless bread.” ​ “Now now, Alisaie.” Her twin brother laughed. “How about we go to some of those taco stands? Wuk talked them up so much. It was a shame that they were knocked to the ground, so why not get a taste of them?” He looked at the tall Xbr'aal. “Would you want us to grab some for you as well, Wuk?” ​ The warrior’s face turned into a beaming smile. “That would be most delightful. Very well, I’ll meet you back here by lunchtime. No snacking too much without me, okay?” ​ With a few laughs exchanged, the party split up. They were good folk, indeed. She was lucky that the Scions were so willing to help her take part in the Rite of Succession. She wanted to make her father proud and become a worthy ruler of Tuliyollal. While she was happy to see her fellow siblings competing alongside her, even if she had disagreements about their visions of rule, she would much rather see them during her trials than… ​ She shook her head. “No, Wuk. Stop thinking about that miscreant. You are a strong warrior. You will prove to your father and your subjects that you are worthy of taking the throne!” She boasted aloud, trying to psyche herself up. ​ Only then did she realize she said that part outloud, with the nearby passerby giving her weird looks. “Hahaha, sorry for disturbing you.” She did a small bow before accelerating her step. ​ Get your head together, girl. You’ve already succeeded in a trial. You did it! The Alpacas at Urqopacha were nothing before your great might. Even if they… did spit on your face initially. Gods, the smell still remained in her mind. It was so acrid, so putrid. Even if they were more friendly now, it was going to take a moment before she got truly used to them. ​ The Warrior of Light had been of great help. When fighting alongside him, she could tell that he was a righteous man. His wielding of the dual blades was something that even the warriors of her land would feel great envy. Not to mention, for how much of a silent type he was, it was clear to see how big his heart was. ​ She blushed at the thought. She felt blessed to have met so many great companions. She couldn’t let them down. She was going to succeed the throne and make everyone happy. And for that, she needed to stock up. ​ She spent a good portion of the morning walking around the leveled city. Grabbing potions, weapon oil, travel rations, fluffy bedrolls, and above all, getting her axe sharpened. She had not yet met great opposition in her trials, but that could change at any time. She couldn’t be complacent about the upkeep of her inventory. ​ By the time she was done, there was still a good chunk of time before her meeting with her party. “Hmmm… Perhaps I could get some food for the trip. The snacky kind to fill my belly instead of the stale bread.” She pondered while walking the streets. The shadow made by the giant Aetheryte made for a cool feeling under the near-apex sun. ​ “Hey, are you the great Wuk Lamat?” A voice echoed. ​ The Xbr'aal turned towards the source and saw a cloaked figure. They were short, and the cloth looked quite weathered. Hmmm… As the future ruler, she couldn’t just overlook possible suffering from her subjects. “What is it?” She asked with a tender voice. “Did something happen?” ​ “Y-Yes…” The voice said, now closer, she could hear the more feminine timbre coming from it. She also noticed the pink tail and ears barely concealed by the cloak. “I-I’m sorry to interrupt your travels, miss. I just… am so desperate.” ​ “Hey, it’s okay.” Wuk Lamat kneeled next to the figure. “Deep breaths. Tell me what happened.” ​ The small Hhetsarro raised her head. She might be short, but she was an adult lady. Albeit with specks of dirt and bruises covering her face. “It’s just… My family is in danger.” ​ “...What happened?” She asked, feeling urgency within her. ​ “A group of thugs stormed my family’s place. They’re hostages. Those fiends let me escape, saying that if I were to bring Wuk Lamat, they would let them go…” Her face looked desperate. Her eyes were filled with sorrow that must have been from worry about her loved ones. “Please! I know it might be too much to ask from someone you do not know the name of, but I know not what else to do…” Tears formed around her eyes as she broke into sobbing. ​ Heavy furry hands landed on each of her shoulders. “Worry not. I don’t know who these hooligans might be, or what they’re after by asking for me. But I promise I shall keep your family safe.” ​ The miqo’te lady looked at her with awe. A shy smile crept on her face. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” ​ And so a detour was in order. ​ Wuk traveled with the young adult girl towards the lower parts of Tuliyollal. The city’s ease to traverse up and down was something impressive, even when compared to other continents, with its myriad stairs allowing for simple traversal. While the journey was safe, it was clear to see that some of the less fortunate of her citizens were forced to take shelter within this area of the city. Some of the cottages were already beaten down, its wood weathered and its rooftops poked with holes. ​ Albeit a detour, Wuk felt like this was also a fated part of her journey. Getting to meet the parts of her subjects that wouldn’t often be seen from high above. This was certain to be an experience she would need to remember to treat and handle once she was the ruler of Tuliyollal. ​ “How close are we?” Wuk questioned. ​ “It shouldn’t be much longer now. My house is right ahead.” The girl said while holding tightly upon Wuk’s larger hands. She grasped tightly, wanting to comfort her however it was possible. She was shaking… She must be very afraid. ​ After a few more minutes, they arrived. The house was just as bad as the others they had seen on the way. The door in particular seemed to be in a rough state. Its hinges were broken, like it had been broken down with a powerful kick. “Stay close to me, okay? That way I can protect you.” ​ The Hhetsarro nodded her head, meekly hiding behind her powerful furry frame. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The inside was bleak. No candles or lights. No sounds either. The ambience was dank and battered down. The idea that this poor girl lived here brought shame to Wuk. She would need to improve the situation around these parts once the rite was over. ​ She had her axe in hand, ready to cleave through any evil-doers that would put the girl’s family in jeopardy. They delved deeper into the house, centimeter by centimeter, acutely ready for any attack or ambush that might come her way. ​ They were in what seemed to be a living room. A shabby fireplace remained unlit in the corner, with several old and decrepit wooden tables and chairs spread through the place. Weird, no sign of anyone still. Not her family nor the villains that took them. ​ Something was wrong… This was a ghost house. Were they taken elsewhere? Maybe they let the young lady leave so they could avoid witnesses to their departure. No… ​ “Do you have any clue about how those evil-doers were? Were they from a gang you knew about? Or cahoots with someone infamous?” She said, her eyes focused solely in front of her. ​ “...Yes.” Wuk Lamat didn’t have time to react to the response before she felt something surrounding her snout. Her eyes widened as she moved her body in a jerk to remove whoever or whatever it was covering her mouth and nose. She struggled hard, but… Things seemed to get slower. Her body felt heavy. Her eyes were struggling to keep themselves open. She was a warrior, but even someone with her build was having a hard time with the smell running up her nose. ​ Her knees fell to the ground, and it didn’t take long for the rest of her body to hit face-first into the mistreated floor. She fought to remain awake, but it felt like a losing battle. Two feet appeared before her, with the Hhetsarro women crouching to look at the fallen Xbr'aal. ​ “...It wasn’t just anyone who sent me after you. Great Bakool Ja Ja will be overjoyed with my successful mission.” She smiled sincerely. Her eyes were full of pride and twitching with excitement. ​ Wuk’s mouth moved to form words, but by then, her mind had slipped into a deep sleep. ___________________________________ “Grrr…” Wuk Lamat felt the touch of life bestowed upon her once more. Her eyes were heavy and her mind completely foggy. “What happened…” She tried to think back on events, but was stopped by the weight of her head. She had a severe headache that stopped her from concentrating properly. She could make out something. She had… gone alone to grab supplies and other things. When halfway back, she met… a Hhetsarro girl? ​ The girl!! ​ Urgency blasted adrenaline right into her body as Wuk’s conscience shot right back up. She pulled her arm to- ​ …Her arm stopped. She tried again. Same thing. “What in the…” Wuk looked down and saw the source of her problems. Her wrists were restrained tightly between a powerful metal shackle and the solid wooden surface spanning through her entire body. Was that some kind of table? Looking better, she realized she was nearly upright, slightly leaning backward. Both her arms were bound, and so were her legs. “Scoundrels!!! Show your faces at once and taste my fury!” She announced, putting all her might into her arms. She had destroyed such flimsy metal before she could do it again! She pushed. ​ And she pushed. ​ And pushed… ​ Minutes passed, and no budging. ​ “W-What are these made of?” Her eyes looked in sheer confusion at the metal. It looked almost rusted. So why…? ​ “She thinks those are powerful binds, brother.” A voice echoed from the distance. ​ “A bitch without brains, that’s what she is.” Another followed from the same side. ​ She faced the direction where that voice spawned. Horror slowly set in her face. “Y-You! But… How?!” Her eyes trembled at the terrifying sight of her competitor. Bakool Ja Ja, the powerful twin-headed Mamool Ja. Her competitor in the Rite of Succession. And the one she least wanted to see sitting upon the throne. ​ “Tsk. Are you a fool?” The Mighty, his right head, spoke. “During an important trial, instead of advancing and giving your all to the task, you instead detour to help a measly whelp?” He snarled, contempt clear in his voice. ​ “Do not chastise her too much, brother.” The Mystic, his left head, took the turn to speak. “She is nothing but a daddy’s girl, after all. Still naive with images of grandeur, when she couldn’t even predict the simple plot we laid before her.” ​ “Plot? You mean kidnapping the girls’ family to lure me in? I had a feeling you weren’t the honorable type, but to stoop so low as to bring harm to an innocent family?!” She roared, her Xbr'aal blood rushing as she yanked harder at her bindings. ​ “See, brother? Meek as a kitten.” The left head spoke. His hulking body approached her, looking down at the completely unarmed warrior. “Just a sip of the taming brew that your Eorzean friends love so much, and you won’t even have the strength to raise your weapon.” ​ “T-Taming brew?” She attempted yet again to break free. But this time, she noticed it was true. It wasn’t the bindings that were made with a powerful alloy or substance to keep her there. No, it was her own body failing to reach its usual peak. Her muscles felt sore, like the ache you feel when you spend too long sleeping. But from Bakool’s words, this was way worse. Wuk shook her head, forcing those thoughts aside. “That does not matter! I will find a way out of this soon enough. What did you do to the girls’ family?” ​ “Hahahaha!” The right head bellowed, his laughter that of scorn and insult to her state. “You want us to unhand her family? Is that all you want?” ​ “Yes! Release them at once!” Wuk Lamat bared her teeth in a hopeless attempt at intimidation. ​ “We would.” Said the Mighty. ​ “If we have any family to release.” Continued the Mystic. ​ “...What?” Her anger ceased for a moment. What could he mean by that? Of course, he was holding her family hostage! After all, she was the one who… told her… ​ Her face went pale at the thought. ​ “It seems like you finally caught on.” The massive Mamool Ja beckoned from outside the room. “Alright, little one. You can come out now.” ​ From just outside the room, the girl peeked. The very same Hhetsarro that had begged for her help and took her to “her” house. Here she was, with pretty clothes under her ragged cloak. She didn’t look bruised anymore. Was that intentional to draw her in? Was it all… an act? ​ “Why would you do this?” Wuk’s voice faltered. ​ “Why? Silly, that’s obvious.” The young adult girl spun on her axis and landed her tiny hands on the giant that was Bakool. “To please master Bakool! He wanted you out of the game, and he promised to reward me if I brought you. Is there anything better to hope for than that?” She giggled, looking almost innocent after the treason she had just committed. ​ “A reward!?” Wuk Lamat was appalled at the response. ​ “Speaking of.” ​ “We should reward you now, girl.” ​ “Come here.” The two heads said, switching turns. ​ “Yesssss!” The pink-haired cat jumped on the giant reptile’s arms. She wasn’t enveloped by a second before the right head came down and brought his lip to hers. There was an incredible size difference between the two, and so what would have been a tender kiss was instead a lewd display of The Mighty letting out his tongue and pushing it down the girl’s throat. Tears formed around her eyes, but she had an overjoyed expression at the desired oral abuse. ​ Meanwhile, with the girl now being lifted by those massive arms, The Mystic lowered his head and used his snout to push up the girl’s clothes, revealing her humble breasts. She was definitely big for someone of her size, and the lizard agreed so. He opened his maw and brought her whole tit inside. He slobbered over it, played with her breast like it was some sort of toy. She moaned with each movement of his long tongue, albeit muffled by her current circumstance. ​ The Xbr'aal didn’t look away at the display. It was so off-putting how a pretty girl like her would surrender herself to a bulky, mean piece of scales like Bakool Ja Ja. She looked so happy, too. There must be something wrong with her. What could possibly be the reason? The way his tongue made her throat bulge each time it went up and down was uncomfortable to look at, and the mess the other head was making at her breast made her swirl with disgust at her core. To do something like that in front of a captured warrior was uncouth and twisted! Disgusting! ​ …So why was she feeling her cheeks burn at such a sight? ​ Wuk grit her teeth and felt her will waning. She looked away, ashamed. ​ “What’s wrong, kitty?” The Mighty said, having let go of the breast in his possession. “Feeling warm at our display of loyalty to our subject?” ​ “Feeling heated and bothered?” Said the Mystic, his tongue now out of the gasping lady. ​ “Feeling your heart beat just a little faster?” ​ “Feeling thoughts creep into your mind?” ​ “Your fingers curling in desire?” ​ “Maybe getting just a bit wet down there?” ​ “Perhaps you’re feeling-” ​ “Utter and completely-” ​ “Hot and bothered.” Both heads completed together, almost like a well-trained two-lizard chorus. And yet his mouth drooled. Like an animal in rut. ​ …But she couldn’t say anything back to such a display. For how much she wanted to deny it, there was truth to his words. Her body felt hotter than any desert she had been to. Her mind was foggy like a musty day at a swamp. Her mouth was wet like the vast ocean she had traveled by. And it wasn’t just her mouth that was wet… ​ Wuk Lamat wasn’t a stranger to heat cycles. She was a grown woman, and she had fought against them before. But always alone. Whenever her heat was at its apex, she would seclude herself at her quarters and treat it with her dexterous fingers. She had managed to overcome it to this day. ​ And yet, now here she was. Exposed. No way to sate her needs. Her legs spread just wide enough so that her juices would fall to the ground. Wuk felt shame build in her gut. “What is… going on?” ​ “Maybe your female side is just warming up to the spectacle that we are showing~.” The right head said. ​ “But that would be a lie.” The left head continued. “It wasn’t just the taming brew that we administered. No, that would have been too simple.” ​ The Hhetsarro girl, now on the ground, walked to Wuk Lamat and leaned against the wooden surface, just out of reach of her massive hands. “Instead, master asked me to dose just enough of our aphrodisiacs to put you into a long heat~.” ​ “W-What?!” Wuk Lamat’s stomach felt cold at that proclamation. Surely that couldn’t be true! ​ “It’s as my servant says, Wuk Lamat.” ​ “We both know that, while you are a female and such desires are baked within your body, your pride and personality wouldn’t allow you to surrender to such a simple display.” ​ “So with enough drugs running through your system instead, I could slowly bend you to our will.” ​ “To make you drop out of the competition, allowing me to take the lead and lay claim to the throne.” ​ “But I could have done that without the aphrodisiacs. No, I realized I wish not only the throne, but its rightful heir being my sworn servant. One to speak of my greatness and to be at my back and call.” ​ “A wife most prestigious that no one would even dare challenge me. Hahahaha!” The Might couldn’t contain himself, his laugh bellowing through their hideout, ringing inside Wuk Lamat’s heads, disorienting her. And making her body crave him even further. ​ “You cretin! To think you would stoop so low. But no matter. It’s only a matter of time until the Warrior of Light and his friends find-” ​ “Oh, that won’t be a concern,” Mystic said. ​ “Huh?!” ​ “You were knocked out for longer than you realize. We’re far away from Tuliyollal. In fact, we’re headed to Kozama'uka as we speak. My next trial shall be done with, while you sit here comfortably on our wagon.” Mighty said as he approached, his shadow towering over the female Xbr'aal. ​ “We received info that they’re still looking for you back in the city. As long as we keep you here, out of the city and without a trail, they won’t find you until the rite is finished. And by then, there’s nothing they will be able to do.” Mystic drooled with sadism, his hand reaching down to grab at her covered bosom. ​ “Aaaaah!” Wuk couldn’t contain her voice as he felt her right boob being roughly handled by those scaly hands. Dammit, this was so vexing. If not for the drugs, she wouldn’t even let this bastard have the satisfaction of hearing her voice. But now she couldn’t even fight against his touch. ​ Tears formed in her eyes as she tried to stare up at him instead. She got to see that sadistic gaze from up close as he lowered his head closer to hers. His mouth was filled with razor-sharp teeth that could tear her flesh apart if he so desired. And yet Bakool remained satisfied by just touching her with his hands. To just fondle and- ​ One of his hands reached out towards the top of her leather armor, and with a firm yank, her only barrier between herself and this perverted lizard was suddenly gone… Her supple breasts were exposed to the cold air, warmed only by her natural fur. Her cunt wasn’t doing any better. With the fabric and leather gone, it was plain to see she was leaking like a faucet. “You… villain!” Tears formed in her eyes from indignation. ​ “Hahahaha, don’t worry, my dear,” Mighty said. ​ “You won’t be left naked alone for long,” Mystic said as he started disrobing himself. ​ “After all, what is a Dawnservant if he doesn’t make an effort to bring pleasure and satisfaction to his biggest servant~?” His robes hit the ground, and Wuk Lamat saw with horror what she was about to have to contend with. ​ Two ridged tapered cocks. The twin pair of erections throbbed freely out of his slit. They stood over her like a looming club ready to strike her down. Each throb pulsed with intent, letting out fresh pre and scent that was quickly taken in by Wuk. Her head got lightheaded as his potent reptilian musk clouded any and all of her thoughts. She breathed in heavily, a severe mistake as she took in more of his scent. ​ In her state, she could feel her body heating up. Her insides seemed to be intent on accepting his advances. And yet, her mind was the only one not to completely yield. “You can still… stop this…” Her voice was weak, but her words still came through. ​ And yet, Bakool’s face kept his most disgusting grin. The right head licked his lips, eyeing her down like prey. “It’s not fitting for the dawnservant-” ​ “To stop once he has given his word.” The left head finished as he pointed both of his twisted cocks against her holes. Both of them. ​ Wuk felt fear as she realized what he was going to do. “Wait! No! Don’t-” ​ But it was too late. Pain covered her entire world as her cunt and ass both were split in half, both taking the rough penetration of the twin gigantic cocks. “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” She yelled in pain, for not even the drugs were able to dull the pain enough to completely get rid of it. Her body felt like being sundered by a hammer, her insides stretched so thin that she lost air. This felt so painful. ​ And yet, her brain rewarded her for it. Spasm after spasm of pleasurable feedback ran through her body. And the sound that followed from her mouth wasn’t that of agony. “Aaaaaaaah~!” But an unfiltered moan. ​ “Just like I thought.” ​ “Administering the drug already had great effects. But acquainting you with my cocks has truly sealed your new fate.” ​ Both heads smiled insidiously. She could see from her teary eyes at his display. Of them enjoyed her writing in that mix of hell and heaven. Of tormenting her in a way no one ever should. ​ Wuk hated him. And yet her body felt nothing but appreciation for the intrusion. The way his spines raked against her inner walls was true torture. A beating into her inner sanctum that made her mind go numb. And that was just entering her body. ​ Centimeter by centimeter, Bakool’s pricks managed to get further and further into her. She could feel a poke against her womb once he fully bottomed out the upper cock. The one in her ass was so deep she couldn’t even tell what it was hitting. But details didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that she felt herself debased. Humiliated. Used for this brute’s plot and pleasure like one would use and discard a food wrapper after they were sated. She didn’t know if that analogy made sense at all, but she couldn’t really think of a better one as she felt herself being pushed to her physical limit. ​ “P-Please…” Wuk hated to beg, but it was too much. “Pull it out… I… I don’t want this…” Her tears ran down her cheek to further stain the wooden table she was presented on. ​ “It doesn’t matter what you want.” The Mighty said, pulling out his cocks until they were close to the entrance. The movement made Wuk Lamat scream once more. The blissful pain was the most cruel torture she had ever faced. ​ “What matters is that you are our bitch now.” The Mystic said, pushing it in once more. Her eyes widened in horror and exertion as her body was forced to accommodate those twin dicks. Something that someone like her should never even try to get inside. And yet here she was. Completely at their mercy. ​ A pace began, with Bakool pumping and thrusting into her. His sex was nothing but rough. His hips hit against her with the power to sunder trees. His gasps and grunts were warm like the heat of the sun. And the unwanted pleasure that coursed through her cunt was… bigger than when she first ate tacos for the first time. ​ That memory remained in her head for a moment, reminiscing on the kind lady who had fed her when she needed it most. The joy of first eating that delicious treat with her kind, warm smile, heating her heart. Maybe it was her mind doing what was needed to give her some escapism from the harsh reality. ​ But it wasn’t enough. ​ When she came back to herself, Wuk felt those powerful thrusts sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. Her entire being shook with each of his thrusts. Her boobs bounced back and forth from the inescapable beating her snatch was taking. And what was worse, she couldn’t feel the pain anymore. All she felt was… pleasure. ​ “Aaaaaaah!” And worst of all. She didn’t know when, but she had started moaning alongside his thrusts. “Ah! Ah! Aaaah!” She felt awful. Feeling good about being used like this. To be his toy. To be his- ​ “Kitten.” The Mystic head said, his tongue lolling out and drooling above her breasts, leaving her fur sticky and clingy. ​ “Get ready. You’ll receive the greatest honor.” The Mighty smiled. ​ “To receive the seed of the future Dawnservant.” ​ Her blood ran cold. No! No, he couldn’t! She could get- ​ But it was too late. Her entire body spasmed and shook as one last powerful thrust into her being changed her life. His cocks throbbed, and they both unleashed a powerful torrent into her. The one in her ass sent his seed all the way to her belly, making her belly bloat with the sheer amount there was. But that was nothing close to the one in her pussy. She could feel every pump of his thick and powerful seed being shot directly into her womb. Her most sacred chamber was intruded upon and defiled again. And again. And again. Her body was his receptacle. To deposit his… dawn seed. ​ And she hated the fact that she came non-stop during the entire thing. ​ Minutes passed before Bakool finally pulled back. The movement alone made her cum one last time as her fluids mingled with the Mamool Ja’s cum. The leftovers of their act spilled out like a river during the rainy season, ruining the table below, and possibly the cart’s ground as well. ​ Her head felt heavy. She felt warm and yet so… tired. She had fought worse fights before, but something about this… It left a scar she would never be able to see… or heal. ​ “That was a good start.” The Mystic said. ​ A start. He… was going to rape her more than just once… ​ “But that’s enough for all.” Mighty grunted as he stretched his body. “I have a task to complete.” He said, and the Hhetsarro girl, who had watched it all silently from the corner, came rushing with him and helped him clean up. Although she seemed more inclined to clean his stained cock with her mouth instead. ​ “Rest, kitten.” The Mystic head said as Bakool grabbed his tools and weapons. “Once I’m back, I’ll train you further.” ​ Wuk Lamat would feel despair if her body wasn’t at the brink of exhaustion now. Her eyes were twitching, struggling to stay open. ​ The last thing she saw was Bakool Ja Ja leaving the cart. Not even giving her one last look. Such a brute… ___________________________________ A month had passed. And Bakool Ja Ja was the new Dawnservant. He conquered every trial in front of him and defeated both of her siblings. Not in a fair trial, she imagined, but still. His victory was indisputable. ​ During the coronation, Koana disputed his rights as the true winner of the rite. Wuk Lamat knew how, albeit he wouldn’t be open about it, how protective he was about her. That trait of his was his downfall. Bakool Ja Ja goaded him and talked about how happy he would be to be the Dawnservant with herself as his wife. That pushed Koana’s limit, and he attacked. He was promptly subdued by Bakool. After spending a week in jail came his verdict. He would be exiled from Tural, never to return. A kind fate that the Dawnservant only allowed due to his “respect” as a fellow rite participant. ​ Wuk Lamat heard that her companions looked for her all over the place, albeit unsuccessfully. Once Bakool Ja Ja had won the throne, he offered “kindly” for the Warrior of Light and his scions to leave. She heard that the atmosphere at that moment was very tense. It seemed like the Warrior of Light would jump and attack the Dawnservant at any time. But with such diplomatic repercussions for Eorzea, he couldn’t do it. ​ And so they left. And her last hope left with them. ​ And now here she was. At the Dawnservant’s chamber. At his bed. With a chain around her ankle. Two months ago, she would have been able to break it off easily. But after a month of constant breeding, lack of exercise, and non-stop drug administration into her body, it was nothing but a dream. ​ She couldn’t break out. Not out of the chains. Not out of the castle. Not far from Bakool Ja Ja, who opened the door to enter his quarters. His steps were heavy, as he wore the crown of the Dawnservant upon his twin heads. ​ “How do you do, wife?” Mystic said with poison in each word. The way he looked down on her was disgusting. ​ “Tsk. What do you want? You already have the throne and the city. And my father is… What do you even want with me anymore? I’ve failed the rite. My allies are gone, and any chance of me or my siblings to recover the throne is shredded. What, do you wish to parade me around as a way to cement your status?” Wuk couldn’t even pretend she wasn’t mad. She had seen everything go wrong in the past month, and had been reduced from a great warrior and candidate for dawnservant, to a mere sex slave. ​ “Hehehehe. That would be fun, wouldn’t it?” Mighty said as he circled around her. ​ “But not quite.” Mystic continued. “No, no. To humiliate you in such an uncouth manner would damage our reputation. We don’t want to put down those who have already lost. No no. Completely wasteful.” ​ “So what do you want?” Wuk’s patience was wearing thin. ​ “Besides being our wife and staying at our side. You still have one last duty that you must fulfill.” Bakool traced around her, but that question bugged her. ​ A duty? What kind of duty? Bakool had won. He took the city and every bit of her dream with it. Her people were his, and even her body was his. What more could he- ​ Her eyes shot wide, and her blood ran cold. ​ “Ah. I see your dumb little head got there, huh?” Mystic laughed, his joy being echoed to be heard throughout the castle. “While we have the title and a wife. We still lack one last guarantee of our power.” ​ “A Successor.” ​ “Of which you’ll give to us.” ​ This couldn’t be happening. No, but she hadn’t even shown signs of pregnancy in the past month. After so much breeding, surely they weren’t compatible?! Surely- ​ “You must be thinking why you haven’t gotten pregnant yet, right?” ​ “Huh?!” She looked up at Mystic. ​ “That’s simple.” Mighty continued. “While we did give you several aphrodisiacs at the start of our… relationship, we secretly administered a simple but effective one.” ​ “A contraceptive. Strong enough to make sure not even our powerful seed would give you kids too early.” ​ No- ​ “But for the past few days, we have stopped administering it to you. In fact, we don’t even need to drug you anymore.” Bakool came close and grabbed her by the chin. “The contraceptive effect is gone, but your heat shouldn’t be going away anytime soon. Your heat should be strong enough to sire even from me.” ​ “Two-headed Mamool Ja might rarely be able to sire children, but your brother Zoraal Ja proves it’s possible. And with a strong enough heat, I believe you’ll suit my needs just fine~.” ​ Now it’s the perfect time. With the throne secured, we have no more opposition.” ​ “No. No! Please! I don’t-” Her words were interrupted as she was backslapped into the bed. ​ “You struggle now, but in time you’ll come to accept me,” Mighty said, crawling atop the bed and forcibly tearing her clothes away. ​ “I will make sure you give us heirs. For now, stay still.” Mystic said as he removed his loincloth, rendering his familiar twin cocks out into the open. Their throbbing need was clear to see for the poor Xbr’aal. And the musk immediately hit her nostrils. ​ For as much as she wanted to resist and to fight back, perhaps even struggle, she couldn’t do it. A long month of constant rape had seemed to instill something in the back of her mind. Something Wuk Lamat couldn’t tell apart. All she knew was that, even if she had her power back, she would not push him off the bed. ​ Even in a desperate situation, she wouldn’t. Like his twin cocks, both being aimed at her cunt. “W-What? No! One already hurts enough! Both will-” ​ “I don’t want to hear you say anything but call me master or dawnservant. Bitch.” Bakool didn’t even wait for her to prepare herself mentally. With a single thrust, both cocks entered her pussy together. ​ “Gggggggrrrrr!” Pain surged through her body once more. It was one thing to take one of his cocks after so much training. But two?! It was so much! Her body felt like it’d explode, and she would become a million tiny pieces. Her walls could barely contain such a beast of a penetration as both cocks forced themselves up and up. Her body extended to accommodate him, but the pain wouldn’t go away- ​ …What. What happened to the pain? It was gone- “Aaaaaaah!” A moan escaped her lips, and she quickly pressed her hands against her snout. ​ “That’s what I like to see.” Bakool laughed as he got to work. His hips used the practice he had acquired in the past month to really hammer into her. His body pushed roughly against her insides. Each shove of both cocks, rubbing against one another, drilled into her with machine-like precision. ​ In a most vexing realization, Wuk noticed that he was getting entry into her body more easily. She thought it would just be his pre, but no. Her body was lubricating his cock to make way more easily towards her womb. They were sliding in so easily into her. She could feel the way both tips were poking against her entrance. Having her womb kissed by a cock. It felt incredibl-y awful! Not incredible whatsoever. ​ Wuk tried shaking those thoughts away, but they wouldn’t. Not this time. With her body accustomed to the head and so properly used by Bakool, it was no longer a matter of if. It was a matter of when. When she would succumb to him. ​ No. No, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t give this creep the satisfaction of liking him! She had to… resist her hormones. Resist the way the drugs messed with her body. It was just temporary. Just hold on, Wuk Lamat! Just hold- ​ “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!” A particularly powerful thrust broke her concentration, and she suddenly forgot what she was fighting against. She felt good. The way his cocks pummeled into her sent butterflies through her stomach. Getting to feel her womb be knocked against, leaving her tender and sore. It felt amazing. Was this… her role in life? ​ …Because it wasn’t so bad. ​ Wuk Lamat heard grunts from above her. The powerful Mamool Ja, her husband, was pushing every bit of his cocks deep within her. Doing his best in his role. “So, bitch. Where do you want it?” Mighty asked. ​ “I’ll give you the chance to choose. Do you want me to pull out and coat your fur instead?” Mystic asked, not stopping his pace at all, hammering himself within Wuk. ​ A choice. A wonderful choice! Wuk Lamat was waiting for this! A chance to- ​ To… ​ To what? ​ “P-Please, inside me…” Wuk Lamat couldn’t remember why she even wanted to consider the other option. There was only one to take. The one that her husband would be the happiest with her. ​ At that response, Bakool smiled. “Good choice, wife.” And so he hiked his hips back, leaving just his tips within her folds, and pushed one last time. ​ “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~!” Wuk Lamat shook as her whole body reached nirvana. The warmth of reaching her climax was amazing. It felt so fulfilling. And the way she felt her womb getting quickly filled by the Dawnservant’s seed only made it better. She could feel it. Both cocks cumming together in a joint effort to claim her. His warmth filled her heart. His seed took residence within her womb. She wanted to believe in his words. That she would be carrying his young. ​ Still within her, Bakool Ja Ja remained still. Cumming again and again. Leaving no space in her womb untouched by his royal seed. He breathed heavily, but was calm. She could feel his gaze on her. His love, surely. ​ One hand reached down and roughly grabbed her left breast. She didn’t fight it this time. She just moaned at his scaly touch. “Not bad. But I will make sure you are knocked up by the end of tonight.” ​ “So you better get ready.” ​ “Because you won’t be getting any sleep until dawn arrives.” ​ There was something within the back of her mind trying to say something. Something like she shouldn’t accept those words and just take them willingly. ​ But her heart knew it better. “Okay. I’ll do my best.” ​ Bakool smiled on both heads. “You’ll make for my finest servant,” Mighty said before they began once more. Fucking the entire night away. ___________________________________ “With this plan, we should be able to afford better farms for your people. That way they’ll have better produce by the following crop cycle.” A Hhetsarro consultant said by the throne room. ​ “Very well. Make sure they have enough supplies, and that the roads are free from any bandits. I don’t want my fellows suffering from hunger anymore.” Mighty said, leaning his head against his knuckle. ​ “Make sure to keep us updated. We won’t tolerate our kind to suffer.” Mystic said. ​ Wuk Lamat got to hear it all with a smile on her face. Well, as good a smile as one can make while her mouth is filled with cock. ​ Ever since she had been properly recognized as the Dawnservant’s wife, he insisted that she should be a part of all meetings. What most didn’t expect was that her place would be on his lap, sucking off his twin royal cocks, or taking them within her cunt. She usually preferred to have her womb filled, but with the way her belly felt heavy as of this past month, she had to just content herself with feeling his taste within her mouth. She could always wait until the night when he would satisfy himself properly with her body. ​ Ever since she accepted her place, her life had never been better. She had the best job in all of Tural. Getting to please the Dawnservant and be his biggest confidant was very rewarding. Not to mention incredibly delightful to be filled by him. ​ She was so lost in her thoughts that Wuk Lamat didn’t feel her beloved reaching his peak. She dutifully closed her lips around his head and swallowed everything. Each serving of spunk made her cum on her own. And she got to feel her tummy being completely filled by his divine seed. It was the best. ​ Obviously, only having one mouth and still practicing dislodging it a bit, she could only take one at a time. But the Dawnservant didn’t mind. Getting to coat her body with his spunk in front of his closest officials was a delight to him. The way the cum clung to her naked body, coating her boobs and ass and leaving clear traces of her faithfulness to him, made her feel special. ​ Once the throbbing had stopped, she let go of his meat and looked up at her husband. “You’re quite needy today, aren’t you? I know you’ve been busy and only came to me five times yesterday. Do you want me to keep going?” She asked, her voice now submissive and tame. ​ “Tsk. Sure. Your mouth is better used to suck my cock than to bother others. Get to it.” Mighty said as he clapped, ordering the next official to start his report. ​ And so her afternoon continued, sucking him off and making sure their heirs would grow strong and healthy in her belly. For that was her life now. She didn’t know why she resisted so much in the beginning. But she knew one thing for sure. ​ She loved Bakool Ja Ja, her Dawnservant. Her husband. And she couldn’t ask for a better life.