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They might as well have painted a great big sign outside the crumbling entrance that read "adventure." The degraded ruin carved into the side of a mountain was as much cave as a temple, very much falling apart but clearly once a towering and dignified structure. Just the sort of place to be hiding enough treasure to share with every member of the daring party.

Few would have dared go near it alone, but thankfully they were there together as a group, all bringing their own unique treasure-finding strengths to the party in the form of might, magic, and deviousness. The trek alone had already tested them, matching them up against foes and hazards that would have defeated any single one of them, but united they stood tall and minimized injuries. It all had them in good spirits by the time they arrived at their destination, especially with the bard to lull them to sleep each night with her gentle songs and soft-spoken tales.

That bard was Keedee, and as excitable a hyena as she was, she had focus and a gift for music. Along with a little magic too, though it was as unpredictable as the wild little thing was herself. She was the smallest of the crew, only slightly outsized by her twin brother Kamili, who hefted his bow and quiver over his shoulder and kept a keen eye and nose out for danger. The two of them were prone to giggling together during the travels, but at that moment, they were all business, suppressing their excitement and their grins to focus on the path ahead, and the grand mouth-like entrance to the ruin, framed by stalagmites and crumbled pillars like wicked teeth.

The group was mostly silent, but for the tap-tap of the druid's staff and the light clink of their warrior's armour. The former was Cherno, a slender buck whose soothing natural magic had already assisted the party greatly after a conflict. He was watching the rest of them carefully, more concerned about their own well being than his own. Other, more predatory eyes were better at scouting than he was, after all. And in a fight, his slim and soft frame was much better suited to supporting his bulkier allies than protecting himself, though he'd swung that staff to devastating effect more than once so far.

Emerson beside him was always close by. The well-built dragon kept his armour light, and his head uncovered to allow his horns and frill some freedom. He had his hand at his hip, ready to unsheathe his blade as soon as it was needed to protect the rest of the party, and his gait was that of a stately knight. Even if he hadn't yet actually achieved knighthood. He and the burly lion beside him formed the frontline, a wall of metal and muscle to get through if someone or something wanted to touch any of the others.

Terry was an intimidating sight to their enemies, the unarmoured lion thickly muscled and showing plenty of scars across his tawny body. But his party had come to know him for a gentle soul, never wishing to inflict harm except to protect someone. Which was a welcome trait, given he was a tall, broad beast of a cat who could punch harder than most maces could strike, crushing armour or solid stone when he concentrated his energy.

There was just one more who trailed behind, always keeping an eye out for any treasure the others might have missed. The dragon and lion had initially objected to taking along a known thief and pickpocket like Mahiri, but the leopard had proven harmless and committed to cooperation. And they couldn't deny his skill with traps and locks - it had already kept them safe in an earlier bind. If some hidden mechanism lurked in the depths ahead, that feminine cat would surely see it. Counting out their loot at the end of their quest on the other hand was just going to have to be a bridge they would cross when they got there.

Their keen eyes didn't need a torch once they were within. Enough light trickled through the cracks in the structure to reflect off the gleaming globes of all those nocturnal predators. Cherno always found those glowing eyes rather eerie all around him, but he trusted them all, and kept close to their stealthily shuffling forms as they led him on into the engulfing darkness before them. Separated from the rest, and he was vulnerable, but even the rogue had put himself in harm's way to ensure he was never hurt. There wasn't a scratch on him, even all those days into the adventure.

The initial steps proved disappointing for them all. Not that they were especially fond of danger, but it seemed like an anticlimax that there would be no threat at all on their way to their destination. No lurking monstrosities, no deadly traps, not even an ancient cult of death-worshippers. Or so on. Mostly darkness, cobwebs, and silence, letting them hear their own breathing as what little sound they made echoed down the tunnels.

The floor beneath them had a hollow sound to it, heard especially as the buck tapped his staff along with his steps. There was emptiness beneath them, and beneath that, they could faintly hear rushing water. Muffled, but increasingly distinct as they walked on. It gave them the impression that they were passing over an entire underground river. But that was about all they had for excitement right then. Until they heard the crack.

Plenty of them were spry enough to react in time, but it didn't matter. Not when the entire tunnel was caving in behind and before them at once. The nimble cats could leap all they liked, but even they were going down with the rest of the party, plummeting into the raging waters of that river below. In the end, it was simply the natural erosion of nature that got them, as they fell together into the depths and were swept away deeper, deeper through the tunnels that stretched beneath the first, winding through flooded rooms and corridors. They had only then found the real temple, and there was so much more waiting for them than there initially appeared.

***

The lion would have taken a blow for any of them, and he knew how to withstand all kinds of punishment without collapsing. There were two problems. Everyone else was gone, and despite all his strength, he was stuck. It was a distressing situation for a muscled one like him to be in. No matter how much he tugged or struggled, he couldn't seem to dislodge himself from the bindings he woke up in. His mane was still soaked, along with the rest of his fur and minimal clothing, and it was too dark to get a proper view of his surroundings.

There was no sound, no sign of anyone else there. He worried they might have drowned in those raging waters, leaving him the only survivor. Yet he couldn't bring himself to worry too much. Not because of any sort of selfishness. Rather, he was feeling oddly, even unnaturally soothed. Like nothing was wrong, despite his solitude and inability to move from his seemingly bound up position. It was all the result of that sweet, somewhat flowery scent that wafted from the damp corners of the cave. Just inhaling it put him in a pacified state, feeling content and safe as well as just so very slightly aroused. It was sweet, sensuous, and pleasing with every breath.

The effect was potent enough that he didn't even panic as the reality of the situation came to him. Those were no ordinary bindings. The silky strands adhered tightly to his fur and skin, unable to be dislodged no matter how hard he tugged. Any sort of wriggling or struggling only made him more tangled than before, until he was so entombed in that gentle silk that he couldn't even uncross his arms, no matter how much they bulged with the muscular effort. The phobic terror of his incapacitation was lessened some by the aroma that continued wafting through the air, at least. Still just as sweet, taking the edge off any of his negative feelings. But such a potent scent meant that the source was near.

She revealed herself with savoury elegance, moving slow and careful with a certain dramatic flair. The way the soft glow of luminescent mushrooms reflected off her sleek black hide, or her eight dark and featureless eyes, painted her in a an oddly attractive light. Or maybe that was just the pheromones talking. Either way, rather than panic at the sight, he simply admired the way she moved her massive, spindly legs across the web, slowly approaching him from the shadows. Hulking yet delicate, terrifying yet strangely beautiful, she overtook his trapped form and simply began to stroke up and down him with two front legs. Even in his calm state, he was surprised to hear her speak.

"Luscious, lusty lion. Webbed and helpless for all your muscle. Hello, cat. How are you feeling?" Her voice was warm and gentle, like she were lulling him to slumber. She didn't seem to be moving her mouth when she spoke, so it was perhaps some sort of magic that enabled it, or even telepathy.

He furrowed his brow, but when anger and fear tried to push their way to the surface, they were replaced by simple passiveness, as he simply relaxed under her slow massages. Each leg was longer than his whole body by a great deal, and their motions followed an unpredictable pattern that sent a chill down his spine. Yet his words were steady.

"I don't... I'm not sure how to answer that. I need to find the others. They might be in danger."

"Ah. The lion cares. Certainly he does. But I think they will be fine without you a little while longer." As she spoke those soft, oddly soothing words, the touches to his body proved more intimate. Not just stroking his arms and sides, but down his chest, his middle, even touching at his groin some. He couldn't hide that slight arousal from her, and it wasn't going away either. Not when she was dousing him with such an agreeable scent, swimming through his senses, blocking the many negative thoughts that remained half-formed in his head.

When she moved to start wrapping his ankles up in fresh silk, he got a better look at her underside. Amid the black hide there was that distinct red hourglass, and he knew what it meant. Knew what was lurking in those fangs, should they pierce him even for a moment. So he remained relatively still, hardly protesting but for a bit of nervous squirming as she wound him up from feet to shoulders, whirling him around and around, sealing him away in that tight binding. Even his mane was sealed up, with only his face left free, able to breathe and see everything that happened to him.

It was incredibly comfortable in that cocoon. He couldn't move beyond flexing his muscles, and he tested just how strong it was, wriggling back and forth. Her webs were unbreakable. Even by someone of his size and strength. He could feel her many legs groping him up and down from the other side, seeming to be sizing him up, taking in as many of his details as she could as if he were more a piece of meat than a lion. That thought brought a revelation to his mind, a sudden realization that he was simply relaxing in a giant spider's web as she luxuriantly webbed him up to a helpless state. Before that moment of clarity could reach his lips though, it faltered, and he could only murmur curiously instead.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Keeping you from getting away," she explained, no less tranquil than before. "I hope you are cozy."

He furrowed again. "Why would you need to do that?"

"So I can eat you, of course." She gave his exposed cheek a slow stroke with the tip of one leg. "Sweet thing. Don't you worry. All you need do is relax. There will be no pain. No need for fear."

Before he could question further, he felt her fangs. There was an initial pinch as they pierced his skin, but shortly after, there was only numbness. That feeling spread through his body, starting in his chest, and then reaching his arms, down his legs, and between them too. It wasn't entirely numbing, but it dulled every touch. He could still feel her many legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her underside as she injected him full of those tingly digestive fluids, right along with the deadly venom.

Perhaps it was wreaking havoc on his body, but he couldn't bring himself to feel distress. Just increasingly transfixed by her sweet spidery scent as she caressed him with her thin legs while she wetly sucked out his insides. A gory process no doubt, but he saw none of it. Only heard her succulent slurping, even a moan or two as she gorged on his muscular body. It took a lifetime of training to get that strong, but with every swallow she took, he grew a little weaker. A little more hollow, while his skin pulled taut to his bones. He was growing thinner, emptier, while she swallowed him from the inside out.

At least she hadn't been lying. There was no discomfort, not even the slightest sting despite those incredibly potent juices working through his insides. He could hear them dissolving parts of him, but all he felt was that gradual numbness warming him like a vast blanket. Every time she gulped from him, sucking loudly, he fell into a deeper state of comfort, until his remaining senses started to fail. First it was touch, as his whole body simply became an unfeeling shell, holding what remained of his insides while she drained them into her heavy abdomen. Then it was his hearing, the juicy sounds of being fed upon by the oversized arachnid fading into silence. Then sight as well, darkness overtaking his dulled brown eyes.

The last thing to go was his sense of smell. Those attractive scents remained dancing through his mind up to the very last moment, even when all else was gone. He had only those pheromones tingling through his thoughts in the end, filling his mind with thoughts of her shapely form. Her intricate movements, her indulgent suckling and draining of his muscular body. Somehow, in those last moments, he could feel nothing but delight, knowing he was feeding such a dangerously sexy creature, pleasing her and becoming hers. All other worries vanished entirely in favour of that final satisfaction as his once mighty body turned into a dry husk with the spider's every swallow.

She might have webbed him up and eaten him alive, but she was a merciful spider. She made sure that he had gasped his very last before she started consuming him more thoroughly. Effectively drained and softened from the inside like that, all that was left was to slurp up that dried husk that used to be a lion. She ate it right along with the webbing she used to keep him in place, recycling the protein. When the very last of his withered feet and tail vanished down her gullet, she was left sucking at the tips of each leg in turn, sampling the last of the lion's flavour just to savour him for slightly longer.

There was plenty of food wandering these tunnel systems, plenty of foolish creatures who didn't see the massive web in the darkness until it was much too late, but there was something special about devouring an adventurer. They carried the flavours of all their escapades with them, exotic and surprising with every suckle. And were always a little turned on by it all too. Her pheromones were off course highly alluring, able to suppress logic in even the wisest of prey, but it was always those who came in search of treasure that got the horniest before she sucked them dry. Maybe they just craved the danger, or maybe she really was just a sexy spider. Either way, she was full, satisfied, and feeling delighted with herself as she rested in her web, grooming herself and fixing the silky strands around her, to be sure they were ready for whoever wandered into them next.

***

The hyenas were such twins that they even washed up together. Sodden and dripping, they dragged themselves from that rocky shore, much of their equipment ruined, in search of warmth. They stood close by, shoulder to shoulder, watching each other as much as their surroundings. There was no sight or scent of the rest of the party. Merely the unforgiving rapids behind them. Kamili gave Keedee a glance, and together they agreed to press on rather than wait for them. They were all plenty resourceful - wherever else they ended up, it wasn't like two small hyenas could have made an exceptional difference to their survival. They needed to keep each other safe, most of all.

The chill of those empty tunnels began to melt away with every step as they pushed into the darkness. Kee conjured a flickering flame in the palm of her hand, lighting the way with its shafting colours, the changing hue reflecting just how unstable her unpractised magic could be. It still did a fine job of keeping their surroundings illuminated, even if there wasn't much to actually see. Mostly dull tunnels, blank walls, and cobwebs clinging to the stone.

Yet it was still getting notably hotter with their every step. It wasn't even a gradual process, but a rapid one, each footfall leaving the hyenas warmer, drying out their dripping fur in the ambient humidity, and then starting to make them tug at their collars and robes, trying to get a little more air on their spotted bodies. Even two hyenas, meant for withstanding scorching conditions, were feeling a little overheated, though they still remained close just in case something jumped out from the shadows. Two was better than one for defending against lurking horrors.

Rather than monstrosities, they were instead treated to the slow reveal of an underground paradise. It started as simply a few vines along the rocky ground beneath them. Then it became thicker, and gave way to dirt, then lush grass. A wide crack in the roof of the cave allowed the light to flood in, and they were left shielding their eyes as they stepped into the hidden garden. It was decorated with a whole array of chromatic beauty, with flowers of every colour gathered in great patches, or climbing up the trunks of great trees. Vines wove in and out of everything, and a tranquil brook bubbled in the middle.

The humidity mixed with the blissful scent, still hot, still clinging to their bodies, but they no longer minded it. They stood together, both having the same idea, starting to take great big breaths just to fill their lungs with that natural perfume. It was delicious, soothing, exotic - unlike anything they had ever experienced before, and before long the two of them were gently giggling to each other in their shared excitement. A secret paradise, seemingly untouched by anyone but them for who knew how long.

"Wow. It's a shame our druid can't be here. He'd probably be having some sort of fit right now." Kamili stood with his hands on his hips, his guard lowered in favour of simply admiring the nature's artistry before him. The sights along with just how many delicious flavours were dancing over his nose had him feeling a slight euphoria. Perhaps a bit of an overload, but nonetheless pleasing.

"Yeah, he'd go crazy. Especially if I did this!" Beside him, Kee had extinguished her flame in favour of ruffling with her clothing. She wasn't much for armour, given how easily her small frame was encumbered, so getting disrobed was a simple process for her.

Kamili had only begun to sense trouble from his sibling before she was fully nude, and charging off ahead of him. He reached out as if to stop her, but that was as far as he got. His duty was to preserve and protect nature from those who sought to harm it, but there was no interrupting a little hyena mischief. That giggly sister of his went streaking off, and promptly tossed herself into a flower bed, getting her fur stained various shades of purple and blue as she rolled around in the aromatic blooms, cackling all the while.

"Kee! Be gentle! Those are delicate!"

"You're delicate!" she called back.

Well, that wouldn't do at all. He couldn't just stand there when his character had been slighted in such a way! So he was soon nude to his spots as well, chasing after her and joining her in the petals, feeling them smish and smear across his fur as he nakedly flopped about with her, joining in her slightly manic laughter.

Their intoxicating surroundings were getting to them. There were plenty of aromas to pick out from the haze, but there was one that stood above the rest. It was slightly fruity, slightly spicy, and it made their mouths water, among other things. Neither of them were exactly subtle about getting turned on. Kamili had that great big equine sheath of his, flopping as his shaft dropped from it with a little thud to his thigh. A little gift from his mixed parentage, that pitch black member slowly swelling to life there as he laid nude in the flower bed. Kee's arousal wasn't quite so obvious, but her heat and wetness rose along with an alluring scent of her own, and she was soaked right down to the thighs before long, as if they very air around them was pleasuring her.

They didn't even have to speak to each other to know what the other was thinking. The only question was who ended up on top. Their bodies were mashed together in moments, rolling against one another in effort to get into the right position. Kamili was hard, that great big shaft of his hefty enough to press right up to the underside of Kee's breasts. She was utterly soaked, all the fur around her pussy nice and matted down with her generously flowing juices in her state of utter lust. It was just something in the air. She didn't care what it was. And she didn't care that her only company was her own twin. She needed him.

Eventually she relented in her squirminess and let his warm body press over hers as they locked lips wetly. Their eyes collectively closed, and they just did their best to rub as much of their own bodies against the other while sucking on each other's tongue. They were so in sync it was more like masturbation than sex, while a broad black equine cock went gliding up and down wet folds of hyena pussy beneath, getting slick with how much messy output Kee was giving.

She wasn't big enough to take that entire dick without, say, breaking in half or something, but she was going to be damn sure to take as much of it as she could. She was ravenous for it. Throwing her thighs around her twin's hips, she squeezed tight and pulled him close, even biting at his shoulder in her lust, cackling all the while. It was loud enough to hurt his ears, but he just returned the sound while he rubbed his way down to press his flared hip to the dark flesh of her waiting folds. A grunt, a hump, and he was hotly pushing inside while those two sweltering bodies gave off steam with just how much heat they were basking in.

Slowly, firmly at first, then more wildly as they threw themselves at each other, biting and clawing and clenching while that zebra shaft pounded away at least half-immersed in hyena pussy. Neither of them had any idea what was driving them to such a state of primal need, but they didn't care. Their foggy lust felt too good to risk losing, and the tranquil garden was awash with the slick sounds of their messy mating, while they whooped and called to everything within earshot. They could probably be heard echoing right back down the tunnel they came from, announcing to anything in the distant vicinity what they were up to. Something noticed.

They were so caught up in the moment that neither of them bothered to care when they sensed the movement around them. Something was slithering, but it wasn't a snake. Smooth, green vines were creeping through the flowers towards the two naked hyenas as they fucked. Silently, moving with a sultry, serpentine quality until the twins were surrounded by at least a dozen thick vines that slowly writhed around them, almost throbbing. Their tips oozed a sticky sap, smelling sweet and sexy, and clearly the source of their uncontrollable desires. Being so near just worked them up into a messier frenzy with each moment.

Even when those vines began to join them in the incestuous debauchery, they simply rolled with the turn of events. Hyenas like them were impulsive, certainly, but they didn't usually become so unaware, so lacking in caution. When those vines began to rub up against them, stroking along their bodies, massaging their thighs and their backs, they just accepted it. Especially since the grinding meant spreading even more of those warming scents, smearing it right into their fur. And those vines clearly knew what they were doing, slipping swiftly between the legs of the twins as they fucked each other senseless.

First it was just stroking. Touching, playing with Kamili's bouncing balls. Wrapping around the bottom half of his shaft that wasn't busy plunging in and out of his sister. They were touching her clit too, applying just enough pressure to make her squeal out in delight. She was soon gushing, rushed straight to orgasm by even that tiny touch to her button, squirting out over Kami's shaft and soaking the vine with her gushed juices. But it didn't diminish her desires any, as she just bucked her hips and kept humping up against that fat cock, wanting more. That vine rubbed at some of her mess, swiping it up just to feel it slicking itself up, and then it and another pushed right under the twin's tails for the real prize.

There still were no complaints from the hyenas. Even as two vines began to firmly stuff their way into their backsides, comfortably stretching them out with the flexible bulk of the smooth plant surface. The texture was gentle, and the stick tip leaked heavily inside them, pressing deeper, deeper, until it was all but inside their bellies. Plunging, pumping, back and forth as those vine's unseen owner fucked them while they fucked each other. It all became a spattering, drooling, steaming orgy of depravity, cum gushing into Keedee, overflowing down her thighs, while she squirted right back, but not even those orgasms were slowing them down any. They just never seemed to run out of energy.

Not only were those vines nimble, but they were also powerful. The twins found that out as they began to encircle their ankles, then their calves, and onward until all four of their legs were intertwined with each other and those powerful vines. It didn't impede their ability to fuck much, and so they didn't bother even testing that tight grip. They wouldn't have been able to break free anyway. Nor could they keep themselves from being slowly dragged off, still continuing the humping even as the source of all those vines emerged from the overgrown bushes.

At first it appeared as simply another flower, much bigger than any of the others. It rose up as if rapidly growing, blooming right there before their eyes. Or it would have been before their eyes if they were bothering to look. But as it got to its full height, stretching out and tilting upwards, that set of central petals began to spread apart. Within, there was a set of short, straight thorns arranged like dozens of teeth, all leading towards an open, dripping orifice that could easily have been mistaken for a throat for how wet it was. That scent that had so intoxicated the hyenas was pouring from it, much thicker than before, ensuring they remained in that fuck-drunk state even as they were hefted towards the plant's jaws.

They only thing that could actually stop them from fucking was gravity. Those vines were easily strong enough to pick the twins up and dangle them above that pheromone-gusting maw. They couldn't exactly thrust against each other from such a position, but Kami remained deeply buried in Kee, their collective juices trickling down their bellies and spatting on their muzzles as they dripped down below, only adding to the slick outpouring that dampened those lovely purple and yellow petals.

It was faceless, featureless, but it was very much alive. And it was hungry. They two hyenas remained in that almost hypnotized, mindless state. Their were were unfocused, their tongues were hanging out, hair drooped over their faces, and they gasped for air as the pleasure of their multiple orgasms seemed to hit them all at once. Kee seemed to even lose consciousness for a moment or two, but she blinked back to relative awareness after a few seconds. They remained close, hot, wet, and horny as ever as they were embraced by those thorny jaws. Never quite bitten or pierced, but nibbled perhaps. Kneaded over with those relatively dull points, just enough to work out a little more of their rich flavour. It definitely tasted them, judging by the increased production of its sticky saliva-like sap.

Soon their spotty bodies were completely coated, from their drunkenly moaning muzzles, down their backs, and then to their legs. It enveloped the twins in its petals, closing them around their wriggling forms. They still pleasured each other with every slight motion. Still remained locked in that embrace, their desire fuelled by those pheromones until it felt like they could never be satisfied. Even as they descended deeper into those richly scented innards of a plant. Much less messy than the inside of an animal at least, but nonetheless wet, dark, and humid. Their curvy bodies ended up as little more than a bulge pressing out on the partly translucent stem beneath that great flowered head.

Soon they were sealed in as the last of them descended into that flowery maw. The petals sealed right back up, and the plant began to lower itself back to its dormant position, only its head visible. The rest, including the bulge of the twins, ended up hidden away beneath the dirt, only adding to the warmth they felt. They were still grinding, humping, thrusting as best they could in the cramped plant-belly, constantly bombarded by the most intense of arousing scents, unable to even cope with how horny it was making them. Squirting, gushing, cumming, soaking each other, over and over, even as the air grew so thick and humid as to be choking. They wouldn't even stop when their skin began to tingle, gently at first, but slowly building in intensity.

As ravenous as the monstrous plant was, it was going to take a long time to digest them both. A slow, gradual tingle, meanwhile giving them just enough fresh air to sustain them. They would share in the same fate, ever so slowly worked down by those light digestive fluids, wrapped up tight and outlined there inside the plant, beneath the soil. Numbing out with the minutes gone by, but never softening their shared passion. Even as their energy began to waver, and their wild fucking became more of a lazy grind. All their spots, all their meat would be eventually claimed as the plants nutrition, serving to help its flowers blossom, until there was nothing left but two full sets of hyena bones jostling around together beneath the soil.

***

The leopard worked better alone, he always said. How true that was was another story. But there was no doubt that his natural inclinations towards stealth were put to better use when he didn't have big, clunky companions to give away his presence. When he emerged from the water and found himself in that broad underground clearing, his cat eyes were put to the test in the low light as he pressed forth alone. He was eager to get away from all that water, and he was sure that anyone else who made it would want to reunite ahead rather than wait for him, so he didn't wait either.

Rather than the cramped tunnels above, Mahiri found himself pressing into what looked like an underground forest. It had everything he might have expected from a regular one but for the sky above. A little light slipped through the cracks, but for the most part he was in the dark. Increasingly so with every minute he spent exploring those undisturbed trees, pushing branches aside just to make his way along as the sunset above turned to glimmering moonlight. He could see just fine, and not much would have been able to see him in his dark leathers. Perfect.

He did have trouble keeping completely silent though. His waterlogged outfit squished with his steps, and the scent of damp leather clung to him. He wasn't so foolish as to put together an adventuring outfit that fell apart when it got wet, but it did take some time to dry, irritating the cat in the meantime. A kingdom for a warm tavern, with a fire to bask in and a drink in his hand. As soon as he got back to anything resembling civilization, that was the first thing he would seek out, he told himself.

Before he could dwell on the fantasy for too long, he caught a distant sound. Something was shuffling through the dark woods, crackling branches underfoot as it went. He halted and got low to the ground, silencing his breathing just long enough to listen and locate the source of that disturbance. It was more than just some common forest animal. There was weight to those steps. He could tell even from far away. Remaining still, he took a breath only when he needed to, keeping himself hidden, invisible, silent, even when he heard the howl.

It was an extended, mournful note that sent a shiver down his spine, as if he only remembered then how damp he was. Wet fur had a scent, and that was something he couldn't hide. Shortly after the initial howl faded into echoes among the trees, it was answered by another, from a different direction. Then a third, leaving the forest awash with that haunting sound. And that was before he heard the fourth.

It was bigger, more powerful than all the others. The first were clearly just wolves, but that one, it was something more. He'd never heard any wild animal let out such a troubling, threatening sound. And it was only getting closer, along with the sound of snapping twigs, broken beneath those many trampling paws as they approached. He could count at least a dozen, at least judging by the sound they made. As they neared, the sound of their paws went along with their growls. Deep, guttural noises of aggression. They were hungry.

Any direction he might have chosen to make his escape was covered. They were pack hunters, they knew all the tricks. And staying still wasn't going to help him any, either. Not when they seemed to know exactly where he was. A fight was out of the question. There were far too many for him to handle. Just as he saw their eyes glimmer in the shadows, near to striking distance, he did the only thing he could, putting his feline skills to use and ascending to the upper branches of the thickest tree in his vicinity, huddling there and keeping silent.

It hadn't fooled the wolves, as they loped in to surround the trunk of his hiding place, snarling up at him. He could see their fangs flashing ivory white in the low light, an expression of ferocity in their eyes. Not a few moments, and he was completely surrounded. They growled and clawed at the tree, jumping up on their hind legs, even leaping up to snap their jaws at him, but he was far too high for them to reach. If they were already hungry, then they couldn't afford to wait around there forever. He was just going to have to wait them out.

That's what he thought, until he heard that other, more threatening snarl. Much more intimidating than any of the other beasts, and each of them alone could have eviscerated him with ease. The source of that sound stepped into sight, giving Mahiri a good look at the muscles and bulk on display. Bigger even than their largest party member, that wolf was an utter brute who came forth on two legs, completely naked and exposed. His stance was slightly hunched, and his fangs were longer and more numerous than any ordinary wolf, feral or anthro. He was something more than that, a beast. More like a monster, and he led that pack. At least judging by the way all the other wolves moved aside as he approached the base of that tree, looking up towards the leopard and licking over his teeth.

That werewolf was near tall enough to just reach up and grab the cat right off his branch when he stood up straight. Mahiri slowly drew his dagger, making sure it was visible to the brute once he saw those meaty hands coming for him. The wolf simply drew his lips back a little more sharply, exposing the full sight of his jaws, gnashing teeth wetly as he snapped at the air. The leopard was ready to defend himself, even if it was a poor idea. There clearly was no reasoning with something like that. There was no sign of intelligence in those eyes, merely bestial fury and hunger.

And he moved far quicker than any wolf the leopard had ever dealt with. Mahiri full intended to strike, to draw blood and scare him off if needed, but before he could even attempt such he felt his weapon knocked free of his hand by that club-like paw. He tried to shuffle away, to get farther out on the branch, but he was snatched right up by those powerful hands, dragged down, plummeting inelegantly, especially for a cat. Rather than hit the ground, he ended up caught in those two trunk-like arms, cradled a moment before just unceremoniously tossed to the dirt.

Mahiri was surrounded in moments, all those snarling, drooling animals closing in on him, their heads lowered. The werewolf simply stood above him the whole time, folding his arms, glaring down with an expression he couldn't' read. There were plenty more weapons on the leopard's person, little trinkets and traps that he always kept hidden in his armour, but many of them had been damaged in the journey there. He groped around his chest and sides in search of something, anything that might get him out of that situation, but he was too slow. One of the wolves lunged, and then another, and another.

He let out an admittedly embarrassing yelp as he felt those claws digging into him, felt those jaws latching on, biting, tearing. It should have hurt, but he didn't feel anything. He wasn't bleeding either. It took him some time to realize they weren't shredding his flesh, but rather just his outfit, ripping it off of his body in great big mouthfuls, spitting it out and continuing with their surprisingly precise effort. Not that it was any less aggressive. He didn't dare struggle too much, lest those powerful bites find his skin rather than just his clothing.

It wasn't long before he was completely naked, but for a few shreds and straps clinging to his spotted form. Girly and soft, it was in stark contrast to that bluntly masculine form towering above him. Still that alpha simply watched, offering no comment, no readable expression but for that constant snarl. More subdued by then, at least. Mahiri got one last look at it before that wolf pack had him face down in the dirt, shoving him onto his belly as they battled with each other for position.

Soon he realized why they weren't tearing him apart. He hadn't been wrong. It was indeed hunger he saw in their eyes. But a different kind than he had thought. He first felt one sheath grinding up against his cushy backside, one set of jiggling canine balls. Then another, and firmer. Then the pointed head of a wolf cock was rubbing up and down his spots, throbbing before it was even fully hard. Then a great fat shaft was sliding up and down between his cheeks, while weighted paws on the back of his head and his spine ensured he stayed down while the entire pack had their way with him. All under the watchful gaze of their leader, appraising the crude humping from above.

If he wanted to be remotely dignified, he failed when he let out a shrill yowl on first being penetrated. The wolf mounting up on his rump wasn't exactly precise about it, humping wildly until finally striking true beneath the leopard's tail. A broad, hot shaft went plunging into the cat's rear as that big canine rapidly thrust back and forth. As inelegant as it was, there was something about it that just felt good, and before he knew it, the cat was giving in to his inner slut, purring there and arching his back as he was pinned and fucked by a wild animal in the middle of the shaded woods. Growing hard on the scent of horny wolves, smothering him from all sides, humping at his fur wherever they liked, his shoulders when they couldn't get a position behind him.

They weren't seeking to pleasure him, though it happened anyway. That wolf mounting him fucked his ass for less than half a minute before the cat was treated to the sensation of thick, hot cum pouring inside him. A fully-formed knot was spanking against his rim by the end, pressing hard, spreading him out, but the tie never came. It was just a punishing ramming force with each final thrust, not exactly showing restraint but stopping just short of shoving that fattened bulb inside and remaining locked with the cat for the next while. There were other wolves waiting their turn, after all. No sooner had that oversized dog dismounted from him, and another jumped up on those juicy spots, shoving deep into that splattered hole. Those humps were louder, wetter, messier, and the cat could only mrowl like the bitch he was being made into with every thump of balls to his booty. Another filling of cum, and he had another cock in him. And another. And another.

Once every single member of the all-male pack had fucked him to a drooling, glazed-over state, had pounded him with those thick knots over and over, teasing him with the prospect of them jamming inside and staying there, the leopard was left hard, purring, and sloshing full of wolf cum as he sprawled there in the grass. Only then did the towering alpha move. All the other wolves had loosened him up some, and that was a good thing. Because soon after finding himself pinned completely flat by that solid wall of muscle, shoved down into the dirt and mounted, and Mahiri was being stretched out by a fat canine shaft as big as his fist, plunging beneath his tail and sinking all the way to the slightly-bulging base, where the first sign of a knot began to form.

The other wolves had been rough with him, fucked him like the animals they were. The werewolf seemed to want to simply end him, ramping up to a wickedly fast pounding in seconds, slapping balls to the cat's splattered spots, using all that lube to drive every single inch inside of him. Pounding, snarling, drooling into that lovely hair as it became all unfurled in the mating. The cat could only yowl his loudest, throbbing, dripping his own pre while he got rutted right into the dirt, his thoughts plowed right out of his head by that thumping, driving wolf dick stuffed right under the root of his tail.

Eventually he could only shut his eyes tight, calling out in a broken voice. Not a proper roar, not even a feline snarl. Just a little mewl of desperate pleasure as he got himself slammed through right to orgasm. All that pleasure, forced to a peak, the cat unable to keep from cumming on himself, jumping and bucking about, exhaustedly climaxing while he got himself tied with all at the same time. That thickened bulb lodged right in under his tail, and he was stuck, knotted deep, locked to the werewolf's body as he was filled with alpha seed. Gush after gush, feeling like half a dozen loads all at once, only adding to that sloshing mess within him.

The pack leader growled and ran his claws through the leopard's hair as that ruined cat panted, groaned, and simply whimpered in delight. Filled with enough cum to make his belly feel heavy, his mind already half-wrecked, fucked stupid. He could hardly remember his name, much less where he was, or that he had a party to worry about. He belonged to the wolves. Knotted by their leader, but used as a bitch by every single one of them. Though there was one more humiliating gesture they had to give him to truly mark the occasion.

They were all around him, surrounding him from every angle. Panting hot steam, their cocks still hanging free of their sheaths, but softened. A full dozen of those vicious, feral beasts. But rather than harm him, they wanted only to claim him. The leopard saw it coming, and just dipped his head down as he saw one wolf after another raising a single hind leg. The hot stream that followed had him soaking in the scent of wolf piss, hosed down from all sides as he laid there still deeply knotted, devastated and exhausted. He was just going to have to let them mark him, claim him as their new bitch, for all to know. That cat had a whole lot more wolf cock in his future, and he was going to purr for every single one of them.

***

Emmy and Cherno were surrounded too. The dragon kept himself in front of the buck while the druid quietly conjured up a spell to protect them both. He didn't want to fight, but his draconic friend was more than ready to charge as those many loincloth-clad lizard warriors closed in with their spears and their clubs, beating them like drums against their shields. Thump thump thump, as doom approached.

The ambush had come out of nowhere, as if they had simply appeared from the ether, but their simple weapons made it seem like magic was unlikely. They were cautious, closing slowly, especially as Emmy made a few threatening gestures of his broad, two-handed blade. If it was a fight they wanted, they were going to get it, and surely some of them would fall before the end. But they were all thick, tall, their jade scales visibly hard and taut with muscle. A single one of them would have been a dangerous foe. A whole ambush party was far too much for both of them.

Emmy knew it. He turned briefly to the buck, but never took his eyes off the approaching lizards. Cherno continued casting his spell, something that might well give both of them a fighting chance at least. Or prolonged their last stand. But the dragon placed a mail-clad hand on the deer's shoulder.

"Don't bother. Save yourself. We'll reunite when I make my escape."

Cherno shook his head. "I can't just let you sacrifice yourself."

"Who said anything about a sacrifice?" The dragon gave a small smile. "It's simply a diversion. You don't get hurt, and then I find you once these brutes are dealt with."

"That's very knightly of you."

"That's the whole point." The dragon gave a smirk, despite the circumstances.

The buck bit his lip. He didn't like this. But he didn't like that wild look in those reptilian eyes staring them both down either. "I... will find the rest of the team. We will come to rescue you."

"That won't be necessary." Now Emmy was grinning.

And so, the buck changed his focus. Away from one of his more complex spells, and instead to a simple shape-shifting incantation. Just as the buck took flight as a small songbird, the dragon raised his blade and cried out to the advancing horde.

"So, come at me then! Stupid fly-eaters! See what a real dragon can do!"

Before he could make his valiant charge, he felt a sudden prick against his neck. Something had jabbed through his scales, leaving the pointed tip embedded in him, while a cool feeling like a spilled liquid ran down his arm. He reached up with that increasingly numb limb and plucked out the dart, managing just a brief look at it before all became blurred and dark, and he collapsed at the feet of his aggressors as Cherno fluttered away in his inconspicuous form, safe.

When he awoke, he was somewhere else entirely, and still thoroughly disoriented. Whatever that substance had been, it still flowed through his veins to some extent, placing a haze over his vision and his thoughts alike. It didn't help that he was surrounded by some sort of potent, musky scent that seemed to simply invade his senses. Such was the intoxicating effect, it took him some time to even realize the gravity of his situation.

In his time unconscious, he had been stripped completely naked, robbed of all his gear, and placed into debilitating bindings. He could hardly move a muscle, with his arms tied behind his back, his ankles to the table he was stretched out on, leaving his legs all spread out. His tail was fastened to a rope suspended from the ceiling, kept raised, and even his jaw was stuck in place by a harness and several leather straps. He tried to move his muzzle to protest, but could only manage some throaty noise, not even close to words.

There was chatter around him, in a language he didn't quite recognize, but in his travels he had picked up enough that he could understand a few of their guttural words. There was mention of a ritual, as well as some kind of god, but that was the most he could get out of it. As his vision came back to him, he noticed that all the warriors around him had removed their loincloths, which gave him a good look at the scaly balls beneath, as well as slits that spread out to allow pointed pink reptilian cocks forth. Those warriors were turned on by something, casually so as they stood there murmuring around him.

He didn't get any further explanation. Instead, he felt two pairs of hands on his back, massaging some sort of fragrant oil into his scales, drawing patterns along his back while their hissing voices joined in unison, chanting an ancient something. It sounded like a song, or a prayer. It became ominous as more and more lizards joined in. He couldn't turn his head, so he couldn't tell just how many had gathered around him, but it sure sounded like a lot. An entire village, perhaps.

The hands on his back felt good, at least. Whatever they were rubbing into him was soothing, if a bit cool. He made sure not to squirm too much in his bindings as he tested their integrity. A flex here, a stretch there, just to see where the weak points might be. It was a little something he'd learned from the leopard in their travels together. With enough subtlety, one could escape even the tightest of bindings in plain sight of their captors. But he couldn't find a single weakness, only seeming to tighten the ropes and straps as he tested them.

That was the only chance he got before those massaging hands grew much more intimate. They kneaded at his backside, squeezing deep into the cheeks, and he couldn't even get his tail down to swat them away. He just had to huff there as he was groped, snorting out as a prodding finger made its way to the base of his tail, swirling around his rim and then pushing inside without much warning. He curled his toes, tried to growl, but there came only muffled noise and a bit of his own saliva.

That finger sunk all the way inside, then drew back out. His relief was momentary at best, because those groping hands returned. This time, they took hold of his hips, while a lizard lined up behind his helplessly spread legs. He wasted no time in penetrating Emmy, sending the dragon snarling with his mouth hanging open, barely even able to keep his tongue inside his head as he started to get harshly fucked by all that reptilian muscle, hearing the hisses of approval coming from all around him.

His hanging tongue just made for a good welcome mat for another of those curved, pointed cocks. He couldn't even try to bite at his aggressor as another moved in front of him, grinding a musky tip along the bridge of his wriggling tongue, sliding a shaft right into his open mouth and fucking it. He was sandwiched between two muscular bodies, nose buried deep in scaly groin, rocked back and forth as those thrusts thumped him from both sides.

The assault on his prostate was constant, leaving him numb, tingling. Even getting hard after a while of pounding, despite his better judgment. It couldn't be resisted, not with that constant violating massage pumping in and out of him. That first lizard bottomed out beneath his tail, giving him a slap of balls before pouring fresh cum inside of him, and not two seconds after that warrior pulled out, another replaced him. Plunging in balls-deep and pounding him just like the first.

The one in his mouth didn't last long either. He was soon treated to the taste of lizard cum, layered over his tongue in heavy ropes as the brute hissed above, humping in and out. Emmy ended up swallowing some of it, unable to do much about it when it was jetted right down his throat. The rest he drooled down to the floor below. Another cock was on his tongue before long, and more cum was shooting in his ass too, as one lizard made way for another, and another. Every one of them was a beefy, brutal fighter, going at him without care. And the constant spank of scales to his own was only getting him harder, until he was fully erect, pulsing there against his belly while the tribe's entire army had their way with him.

When he felt the tingles surging , felt his pleasure reaching a peak, the lizards relented. They wouldn't let him cum. Only edge, coming ever so close to release, only to simmer back down again. It was all leaving him engorged, sore, snorting as was filled to the very brim with the lizards' seed. The taste wasn't going to leave him anytime soon, and his belly was full to the point of swollen. That was the state they left him in when they finally stopped violating him, leaving him filled and covered in their mark, gasping, desperate for an orgasm.

The chanting continued anew, though this time it was a lot more threatening. Their voices reached a deeper register, rumbling through the surroundings. And the surroundings rumbled back. Something big was stirring, rattling the entire room around them as Emmy was left to simply squirm helplessly in his bindings. At least until he was free of them. One of the lizards casually untied him, leaving him to rub at the marks they left upon his scales before shakily standing.

When he did, every single one of those lizards dropped to their knees, bowing their heads right down to the stone floor. He turned and looked around at all of them, confused. They had fucked him mercilessly, certainly without the sort of respect given to someone they might worship, but now they were reverently silent, not moving to stop him when he began to stagger towards the exit. Something interrupted him.

His eyes alone were half the size of Emmy's body. His tongue flickered near his face like a whip, flinging saliva in his direction. And his body barely fit through the massive double doors of the temple entrance. The great green serpent slithered in, blocking his way with his massive, muscular bulk, flexing and winding all around until he was surrounded in those glistening coils. The god had arrived.

He had only one opportunity to lunge out of the way, and it was swiftly interrupted by the giant serpent tightening around his body. In an instant, faster than even his own eyes could process, he was wrapped up tight in the massive snake's glossy coils. And then squeezed, tighter, tighter, until the air had been crushed right out of him and the integrity of his ribs was being tested. He stared into those eyes as the snake's head bobbed back and forth, tongue flickering in his face. They weren't mesmerizing - merely intimidating, staring right through him with a merciless, ravenous glare. There was no reasoning with that kind of hunger.

Emmy managed a good struggle, but it didn't even come close to dislodging him from all that power. The snake parted his jaws, giving his prey a good look at his fangs, at the dark inner flesh of his maw, dripping with saliva. Nearby, the lizards remained in silence, not daring to look up and watch their god feed. The dragon was to be snake food, no matter how much he thrashed about as the open maw descended upon him.

He was instantly embraced by that slimy touch, shoved towards the back of his throat as thunderous gulps rumbled in his face. He had always thought snakes took their time with their prey, swallowing a little at a time. Not this one. He was being devoured. The snake was immediately stuffing him face-first into the dark gullet, and then rolling his head back so that gravity assisted in taking Emmy down faster. He was freed from that constricting grip for a moment, kicking his legs through the air as his alarmed calls were muffled in the slippery folds of the serpent's undulating gullet. But soon a different kind of constriction gripped him, as he was engulfed in the tight squeeze of a serpent's insides, gulped down along with great splashes of saliva, trickling all down his form.

That arousal they'd forced him to feel hadn't faded either. A forked snake tongue played over his hard cock for a few strokes as it slipped in with the rest of him. Grinding his way down that slick gullet was almost unbearably stimulating, making him flinch away from the slimy touch rather than enjoy it. All the way down, he was near his peak, but he didn't quite reach climax. Instead, he was just left frustratedly squirming as his feet disappeared behind those massive lips. The snake god sealed his mouth shut, and down went the bulge of Emmy's body, outlined in the scales, flexing shaft and all.

As he settled into the humid stomach awaiting, feeling his lungs growing sore from the lack of fresh air, he thought about his party. Maybe they might find his equipment, discarded in the lizard's camp, but they weren't going to find him. He was stuck down in that dark, sloshing prison of flesh, being kneaded and churned at as he lay sprawled out, hard yet not exactly horny, flinching at every little flex of the huge snake's belly around his form. An offering to their god, if such a terrible thing even could be called such. More likely he was simply an oversized beast, an animal with a feral hunger Emmy was going to satisfy for the next few weeks at least, leisurely digesting in that slow-working gut one gurgle at a time. Destined to disappear beneath those emerald scales, never to attain that knighthood after all despite his noble sacrifice.

***

Cherno pushed his way through the tunnels, finding no other threats, but no signs of his companions either. In their travels together he had always felt an unspoken bond with them, able to tell how they were feeling without even having to look at them. And he sensed none of that now. Only darkness, and emptiness as the tunnel stretched on and on. He travelled forth without rest, even as fatigue began to burn at him, desperate for at least some sign of their passage. But there were only the echoes of his hooves, and the unending darkness.

He wondered if it was all a trick, an illusion he was trapped in, that made it seem as if it went on forever. There hadn't even been a side path for hours. Just that featureless tunnel, and the distant sound of trickling water. Rest was beginning to tempt him like a siren, as he thought how good it would feel just to stop and sit for a while, to rest his aching muscles, but he wouldn't allow himself even a moment's respite when his friends were in danger.

In his fatigue, he doubted his own senses at first when he laid eyes on the beast. He wasn't sure why he hadn't heard or seen it from afar, only registering its majesty when he came near. Many of his nature-loving kind could only dream of looking upon its features, but there it was before his very eyes. A tall, proud unicorn stood illuminated at the mouth of the cave, shining in the glorious daylight, reflecting off its pristine white hide. Moreover, it was smiling at him.

"Come, Cherno. I have watched you for some time. Your bravery is commendable." It gave an elegant toss of its long mane. "There is still a way to save your friends, but you must be swift."

There were a lot of questions to ask, but it simply seemed to make sense that a legendary creature would know so much. And that he could help him. The unicorn's voice was soft and soothing, and Cherno could think only of following him, shuffling along on his weary legs. When he approached, the unicorn bent a knee to offer him his bare back.

"I will carry you to where you need to go. Come, come."

Cherno was exhausted enough that climbing up was an effort, but soon he was up upon the unicorn's back, gently clutching his mane as they trotted off together. Out of the darkness and into the light, across a gently rainy field as morning dew soothed his senses. He breathed in and out deeply, sighing. Trying to enjoy the moment, to trust this mysterious animal, and to stop worrying so much about the rest of his party.

Simply basking in the unicorn's presence was helping. There was something so relaxing about the touch of his mane, and the gentle clop of hooves upon wet grass was like a lullaby. But Cherno couldn't bring himself to sleep, or even to close his eyes. He remained ever vigilant, fighting off fatigue with every step. The unicorn seemed to sense it.

"Not much farther. Soon you can rest. Hold on to me."

Cherno held on. He found himself somewhat disappointed when their short trek took them from one cave and into another, though the new one was better-lit and less confined than the first. The mouth alone was big enough to fit a castle through, a great big slash in the side of a mountain, and in they went, until hooves were trotting on solid stone once more, echoing through the emptiness.

He didn't know what to make of it when he saw mounds of coins and treasures lining the cave before long. At first it was simple bronze, then onto silver, and finally gold. Then it was precious jewels, sceptres, crowns worthy of kings. Just what sort of unicorn needed such material goods? Was it simply to keep it out of the hands of those who didn't deserve it? He once more was filled with questions, but he remained silent, following the unicorn's lead. What sort of druid would he be if he didn't trust such a noble warden of nature?

"Here it is. Touch the stone, Cherno. It will give you my blessing. My power. With it, you can save them."

The unicorn lowered himself, allowing the buck to slide off his back in front of a black, faintly glimmering orb. It thrummed with unknown power, and Cherno could sense magic in it, but he wasn't sure what kind. It didn't feel like his own. It felt dark, mysterious, unknowable. He cast the unicorn a look, and only got a nod from that maned head. He had always been a trusting one, even when he had his doubts. So he did as told.

Instantly, there was a jolt that ran up and down his arms, and his fingers were sealed tight to the warm surface of the magical object. It held him there, running its energy through him. Cherno felt his heart quickening, his breath going short, his mind racing. He didn't feel more powerful. Instead, he felt even more tired than before. His legs buckled beneath him. His muscles screamed for rest. And all the natural energy that usual flowed through him was fading, fading, and then gone, until he was ordinary as any other deer. He collapsed to the floor.

As he did, he heard the unicorn laughing. His voice wasn't so sweet anymore. It had grown deeper, nastier, with a hidden growl that rumbled through that glittering hoard. Cherno should have recognized it as a dragon's stash upon first seeing it, should have known to flee at the sight of it, especially alone, but the false unicorn had simply intoxicated him with his presence. That beautiful creature was gone by the time he looked back up, replaced by a gargantuan form entirely devoid of the unicorn's enticing glow. Rather, those cruel white scales seemed more prone to absorbing all light than reflecting it. The cave grew darker, gloomier, and that soothing aura that had lured him there had faded entirely, replaced by something much more unsettling.

The dragon towered above him, arching his back and stretching out his neck, giving a gruff cackle at the fallen, powerless buck. Cherno knew each of them to be wicked in nature, but some of them at least put forth an elegant appearance that made them look like they were part of nature. Not this one. This was a spiked, jagged, harsh monster. Covered in unforgiving scales that often led to dangerous points, so that merely touching him from the wrong angle would have been dangerous. His teeth were nasty and twisted, jutting over his lips. And his eyes were the worst of it all. They glared down at him with a vicious crimson glow, as if to pierce right through him. A druid like him hated to use such terms, but they gave the immediate impression of evil on first glance and beyond, especially combined with those long, elaborate black horns above. They bent off into multiple points, rather resembling the deer's own antlers yet twisted in such ways as to be unnatural.

"And once again, I grow stronger. Thank you for your contribution."

Cherno tried to summon up his magic, tried to conjure something, or shield himself in magical protection, but nothing came. He couldn't even feel his connection to his other forms any longer, unable to shape-shift. With horror it dawned on him that he was nothing more than a lean deer with a staff. Defenceless before the dragon, only able to meekly crawl across his treasures in search of an escape.

He was pinned beneath a massive foot before long. A claw on the other began to work across his body, letting him feel the sharpness against his skin, but slicing only his modest clothing. There was precision there that seemed unnatural for such a large beast, but then dragons were far from natural. For all his devotion or protecting and preserving the balance of nature, now he was naked and exposed before the great unbalancer, a destructive force who couldn't have had good intentions for him.

"Of course. There's are more contributions you can make." The dragon's voice grew lower, rumbling right through to Cherno's ribs as he pinned that deer down with a great ridged dragon cock pressing from his rump to his shoulders. "There is much I can do with your precious little body."

That great reptilian beast pinned him a while, humped him, rubbed back and forth against his vulnerable body. There was nothing the buck could do about it. No magic he could use, and without those natural blessings his strength alone wasn't going to get him anywhere. Just used like a little toy by the white dragon, a rag for his pre as it began to ooze in great gobs. It was heavy with musk, sinking deep into his skin as it stuck to his fur, marking him. Just something that belonged to the dragon now. To be kept and hoarded. If he was lucky.

While no stranger to being mounted and pounded, Cherno's first reaction to the dragon's intentions was to simply flinch and squirm away. It wasn't going to fit, no matter how much pre lubed him up between those ample cheeks, no matter how much the dragon rubbed at his tight rim, spreading it out little by little. But enough humping, thrusting, and absolutely insisting, and the beastly reptile was making progress. Sinking past that resistance, introducing Cherno to the feeling his tip oozing within him, followed by the bumpy texture of that ridged spire, stimulating him to firmness whether he wanted to be aroused or not.

The penetration was overwhelming enough that Cherno was having a hard time even breathing right. He writhed and gasped there, never able to steady himself as inch after inch filled him to the point of swelling out his belly. His body was barely on the ground, just held up by the sheer strength of the cock throbbing inside him. A dominant grip to his antlers became a handle, and he found himself plunging up and down that shaft, his limbs flopping up and down helplessly as he held onto his shaky consciousness.

Not that it didn't feel good. After the initial stretch, he was finding the texture of the dragon's cock pumping in and out of him almost overstimulating, threatening to make him go numb with pleasure as he throbbed all throughout the violation. He was dripping even, and moaning too, his eyes closed, head falling forward only to be yanked back by the grip on his antlers. Driven, fucked, pleasure to a huffing, breathless, bulging peak in minutes while the massive reptile snorted and growled above him.

By the time the dragon filled him with cum, he had gone numb enough that he heard it before he felt it. A sudden messy splat as his belly bulged, and a steady sloppy deluge down to the treasures below as he overflowed. The heat and the stretch to his belly alone was enough to send him over his peak, and he shook all over, losing control of near his every muscle as he came. At least he had the satisfaction of pouring his seed all over several of those surely priceless treasures, milked out of him by the assault on his insides. As those jets slowed to a trickle, he slumped, just hanging there limply from the dragon's cock, seeming perhaps like he'd left the mortal plane for a moment.

Despite how oversensitive he was post-orgasm, the dragon wasn't any more gentle with him. He wrapped his long toes around the buck's whole form and yanked him off his shaft, letting him gush and unload some of that cum that simply didn't fit inside his stretched middle. Up Cherno went, helplessly held, able to do little more than flinch away from the scent and heat of the dragon's breath as he found himself at head level with the toothy beast. That cruel reptile was grinning.

"Poor druid. Who's going to protect nature now? You should know by now that I am the most natural thing of all. It was meant to be that you would serve me. And now, you shall become part of the great food chain, as you were always meant to be. Meat."

Cherno couldn't even muster a good struggle. He held his hands up weakly, feeling them shaking, when the dragon's maw stretched open before him. Gaping, dripping, great strands of drool swinging back and forth. Steam puffed forth from the depths, speaking of just how hot the inside of the dragon would be. Certainly not hospitable for someone so soft and mortal like the buck. His last words, if one could call them that, before being consumed were little more than a murmured yelp of fright before he was plastered up against that soaked tongue, slathered in near scorching saliva and kneaded all around from cheek to cheek within the dragon's maw. Just to be sure all his flavour was sucked out of him.

The dragon spoke just slightly muffled by his mouthful. "And now, you descend, druid. Your body will fuel me, at least slightly. A little extra energy as I ascend to the skies, burning your precious forests, consuming your beloved beasts. But mostly, you will bring me pleasure. I am going to enjoy you digesting you, deer."

And then came the gulp. Cherno was embraced in humid darkness, constricted from all sides by the slick, powerful gullet. He rushed down into the heat below along with a great torrent of drool, still leaking dragon seed all the while. The air got hotter, thicker, choking him just to breathe it. He was surrounded by the scent of digestion, along with a ferocious, ominous gurgle much like the dragon's own growl. The walls were closing in. It grew hotter in there, until he thought he might be simply cooked. He was coated in a tingling fluid, unable to avoid it as it oozed out from the walls around. And it was dark, so very dark. He wasn't going to last long in such a powerful stomach, digestive fluids overtaking and immersing him within seconds, calling forth the darkness as he felt himself wrenched from his grip on life by the dragon's merciless gut.

Yet even as the void took him, his thoughts never quite faded. He couldn't feel his body. Nor could he hear the assault of digestion around him. There couldn't' have been much left of him even after such a short time in the dragon's belly, but he couldn't even tell. There was only emptiness, and it remained that way for some time. He was alone with his thoughts, and the creeping horror that perhaps it was all death was. Forever in the darkness, where no one could hear his cries.

But before he could wallow in despair for too long, there came a light. Not a bright one, more a dull orange like faintly flickering flames. He returned to sensation, feeling his body, somehow seemingly intact. When his senses came back to him, he blinked in awareness, finding himself reclining on some glittering treasures, clinking beneath him as he startled awake. His body was whole, but he was not free of the the dragon. The grinning beast was right there above him, looming, looking amused. His cock was still hard, and his gut was still audibly gurgling.

"And here you are again. Welcome back. Don't look so surprised, little deer. A morsel like you isn't going to fill me all on your own. I have your soul now. And you're going to keep coming back, every single time. No matter how many times I eat you. How many times you digest deep inside of me. Get used to your new life, food."

The buck could only flinch when that huge tongue swiped him from hooves to antlers, bathing his newly formed body in drool all over again, tainting it once more. A terrible fate had befallen him, but he didn't beg or protest. Instead, he tried to hide just what those words were doing to his sheath. Used, devoured, yet kept. Over and over again by the tyrannical lizard. Stripped of all his power in the meantime. It shouldn't have turned him on to think about it. But there he went, showing some pink. Some part of him always wanted a bad ending like this one, and just like that, he accepted his new role, his new purpose, forgetting all about the rest of his party who had vanished in the echoing depths of that forbidden ruin.