The Hero
Alright, this will be a new start of a series that I'll hopefully finish or complete without losing interest. As you tell from earlier on, the content and subject matter will be a lot more graphic than previous stories, do be advise.
C/W: Contains parts of Non-con
“Bring him in!” Echoed through the Hero’s mind as he was dragged across the bridge by a pair of hadns. All around him he could see goblins, orcs, orgres, incubuses and so forth. Almost a pyre of debauchery, the Knight couldn’t stand seeing it.
The doors crept open. The yawning of the gate shrieked hiss ears. He thorught he’d seen the worst of it. However, the outside was rather tame compared to the inside.
Clerics being corrupted. Knights tortured both with physical and sexual devices. Whips, paddles, chastity belts, dildos of all shapes and sizes, blades, and pliers were only a few things on the rack.
“So this is the Hero that was supposed to stop me!” outspoke a voice. The earth quaked with each thunderous step. Standing as almost as big as the castle itself, and as wide as a barn, the demon loomed over the man. His face resembled a boar while crude bat wings grew from his back.
“And now he stands!” the Boar went on. “Kneeling at my home while his men lay dead or ‘tainted’.” A thunderous laughter echoed as the word ‘tainted echoed through the courtyard.
The Hero stood tall. “Aye, here I am! You have what you have! Why don’t you just cut me down now!” Another round of laughter came from the pig’s men. The beast’s laughed rumbed through the courtyard.
“You think I want to strike you down! After all you did to my army!” The Boar then unwrapped his loincloth. Veiny and dark red, his cock was almost the size of himself and as girthy as the pillars of the structure.
“No! It’s time to induct you and your squadron as our own!”
As he said that, hordes or orcs and demons all grabbed his clothing and ripped it to shreds. Bits of chainmail and leather flung into the air, leaving the Hero naked for all to see. He thrashed and flailed but it was no use. He felt his ass slapped, his balls tugged. He even felt two fingers go into his throat.
“How’s his mouth?” one demon in the back screamed.
“Perfect! This little whore can fit anything in it!”
“Silence!” Out cried the Boar.
He walked closer and closer to the Hero, everyone else parting away. The Knight could only see its feet. He didn’t have time to look up before the beast grabbed his head and pulled him to his scrotum.
He tried not to breathe. He tried to hold it in as much as possible. He knew that if he were to faintly taste the scent, he would be gone. Like a dog in heat.
“Don’t try to fight it. Sniff it. And smell how a true alpha smells like.”
The Knight felt the Boar’s two measly fingers squeeze his stomach. He exhaled. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. And with that, and a gasp of air, the musk took over. His eyes dialated, amost to the point of becoming black. His lips parted into a smile. Drool ran from both his tongue and his cock. Those that could look saw his anus parting back and forth.
The Boar laughed as he dropped the Knight.
“Look at you! Just a little piglet! On your hands and on your knees no less! Where’s the Knight that was supposedly going to ‘strike me down and restore his kingdom’?”
The Knight couldn’t think. He couldn’t even talk. All he could do was wrap his fingers around his cock and start stroking. A howl of laughter came from the demons.
“Looks like all we got was a squealing piglet!” And with his cock aligned to his anus, the Boar pushes in, the heat, sweat, and pre acting as lube. The Knight cried out. Miraculously, his pucker was stretched out but not ripping. Still, as the Boar went in further and further, slowly, tediously, a bulge started to form out of his lower abs.
Just as he felt it was over, the boar pulled out to the inch and slammed right in. The Knight howled in pain as he almost felt his insides pounded to mush.
Cheers and laughter echoed through the courtyard as with each thrust, the Boar tainted the Knight. His pacing never slowed down either. Just a piston of sweat and semen, ready to corrupt. While parts of his faded mind was telling him that this was wrong, the other felt nothing but euphoria. To the point where he was squealing in joy with each inch entering. The Boar chuckled as he slammed the Knight’s head into the mud. The Knight rubbed his head even further. This is where he belonged. Not to the Royal Guard. Not to his country. Here. In this castle. Only to please. Only to serve.
And with that, the Boar slammed in and grunted. His semen started to overflow and trickle down the Knight’s taint. Black, and thick, with a tar-like texture dripping onto the ground. He was still in the midst of orgasm when the Boar pulled out and shot over his crack and back. The Knight, dazed and having lost all sense of humanity, grabbed whatever he can from his back and floor and proceeded to drink it. But it wasn’t enough.
“More!” He shouted. “More!” He pleaded. “By all the Gods! I have to have more!”
“Well there more where that came from!” Shouted out an orc from the crowd. His skin as pale as snow, his nose crocked, started to flick and wiggle his cock with his hands.
All of a sudden, the Hero crawled over to the orc, hands and knees and licked the tip. Many joined in and chimed.
“Don’t just lick it! Suck it!” Shouted one.
“What are you waiting for? Just shove it right in!” Shouted another.
As the orc got harder, he became less gentle. When he was fully erect, he grabbed the ears and proceeded to skull fuck him.
“I call his ass!” Shouted a troll from behind as he tossed his loincloth and penetrated with only the semen inside as lube.
Two ogres stood beside him, their shafts erect. He adjusted himself accordingly and started to stroke to ogres.
Meanwhile, a goblin proceeded to sneak through the crowd and got under the Knight, engulfing his tool in his mouth.
The spectators either masturbated or fucked and sucked one another.
The spectacle of debauchery was too much for the Boar as he gained his erection.
Finally, the Hero came, as well as the orc, troll, and ogres.
“Enough! Bring him to the court!”
Hands grabbed the Hero by the shoulder as they dragged him into the castle. He was still shouting for more as he thrashed against his hold. The demons within the court rolled in a large wooden device with four straps and a seat. The Hero was laid on the floor as they gagged his mouth and inserted a phallic object up his hole.
Then, they pushed him up and tightened the straps against his wrists and ankles. Even with the gag, they could hear him shouting for more semen. More cock.
The Adventurer kicked down the door and drew out his sword from its sheath. He crept in, making sure there were no signs of demons around. Well, it would be hard to say, being that it was almost a hundred years since the war ended. And yet still, a prop caught the Adventurer’s eye.
A man, with blackened veins, and eyes sunken in. His manhood well endowed, he looked quite alive.
“This can’t be.” As the Adventurer whispered to himself.
Yet, there was a beckoning in the back of his head. Asking him to move further. To investigate. To want more. The blackened veins that were around the man’s thighs were now crawling on the back of his neck by the skin.
His steps were wary, his fingers trembled as he removed the gag from the man’s mouth. In a flash, the eyelids flipped open. His breathing heavy and rasp. Black sludge trickled down his lips.
“More!” shouted the man. “I want more! Please, I beg of you!”
He could only hold his breath as what seemed to be a well preserve corpse was brought back to life.
“Oh my god. Cleric!” the Adventurer cried out.
He unbuckled the man down from the wooden device and carried him to the camp.
“Cleric!”
A head popped out from one of the tents by the courtyard.
“Yes?”
“This man, he’s in need of aid.”
The Cleric could only turn his head away.
“My Gods, he’s been corrupted!”
“Is he at the point of saving?”
The Cleric looked into his eyes.