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The wolf uttered a prayer to his God, Lupos, just before the group settled down to rest. The five adventurers had been going through the woods for so many days hunting the foul wizard that had dared put a depraved curse on the king of those lands. Remembering the meeting with the king alone was enough to make Graham had to hold back from snarling. Seeing the lion monarch with an unholy craving induced by the curse for pleasing others in a sexual way was bad enough. Worse yet, pleasing other males! It was twisted and evil. Those feelings of anger were good, though, the paladin knew. He had learned to channel such negative emotions into determination to make things right. It was part of the teachings of the Order of Lupos.

The presence of his god was weak, though. In remote or cursed locations his bond with Lupos could grow thin, that much he knew, but this forest was nothing special. It must have had something to do with whatever this wizard was or where he was hiding. It was a little unsettling to be away from the light of his god, but Graham was strong. He could feel the wrongness in the air, the hint of magic most wicked, and he hated it. He couldn't wait to end it, either.

Everyone was quiet as they settled down. Most of them sat, but not the wolf. No, Graham had his hand always near his sword, the paw never too far from its scabbard. He hadn't taken out his armor even to sleep the previous nights, which was something he hadn't done ever since his days in the Order's academy. The wolf's ears were always up and listening, his nose always trying to get a whiff of something, as if expecting to be ambushed at any point. That was a reflex he had, but it wasn't particularly good in that case. The wolf huffed and brought his hand up to rub his nose. As if these woods weren't unsettling enough by the presence of this wizard, the damned flowers growing everywhere and their strong scent bothered the wolf's sensitive nose.

It was the reason that they were taking so long to track him, too. Jevier, the group's tracker, couldn't use his trained dogs to pick up scents like he usually did. The tiger was a fine tracker even without them, Graham had to admit, even if he lacked proper discipline sometimes. His lack of such was, for the most part, an influence of the other members of the group, as far as the paladin was concerned.

Velven, the hyena that liked to call himself a bard had joined the group against Graham's will. He had learned to tolerate the bard despite his lack of decent morality because he had to admit that, deep down, Velven had good intentions.

Wayne, the small fox, was of the more shady type. Graham was glad that by traveling with them the fox could use his skills in sneaking and stealing to do good rather than end in a life of crime and, ultimately, imprisonment.

The final member of their group, Dreviren, was the one Graham had taken the longer to get used to. The dragon was quiet and rarely ever opened up, even with them, but most importantly, he was a dragon. Creatures of magic. The scriptures of Lupos had innumerable cases involving the use of magic and most, if not all, of these involved magic being used for selfish or dangerous purposes. Dreviren, however, had been born without the ability to use and weave magic according to himself. That fact bothered the dragon, but Graham believed it was a gift rather than a curse, for it had allowed him to become someone striving for good rather than ending up corrupted by the temptations of power.

For a while, everyone was quiet. Graham didn't complain. It gave him time to think, to plan and to pray. Surprisingly, however, it was Dreviren who spoke first.

"Something is very wrong," the dragon said. Graham looked up at him, as did everyone else. "There's magic in the air. I can feel it. This isn't natural."

"You can feel it? You?" it was the fox, Wayne, who posed the question. Graham threw him a small glare due to his lack of sensitivity in the matter. The lack of magic was a sensitive spot for Dreviren, after all.

"Yes," the dragon quickly replied. Graham could tell he was annoyed, though. "I can feel it as in, recognize it. There's magic up and about and it's not the good kind of magic."

"Is there any magic that is good?" Velven, the hyena, asked with a sigh. Out there in the woods, the bard was out of his territory. He thrived in the cities but wasn't particularly good at handling the hardships of traveling through rough terrain. "So, what? You think the wizard is nearby? Think he's on to us?"

"We already knew there'd be a trap waiting," Graham added himself. The wolf sniffed around again hoping to pick up something, but he definitely couldn't. He covered his nose with his sleeve. "Damned flowers."

"We did?" Velven asked, looking surprised. The hyena was pretty naive.

"Of course," Dreviren patiently explained. "This wizard is probably expecting someone to come get him for what he did. If not that, then he will at least have some sort of trap in place around wherever it is that he is hiding. If we are close to him, then we have to be wary, too."

"We'll have to tread carefully," Graham added. "When we went after those demons back in Caresham, they had wards drawn on the ground that alerted them of our presence. We didn't expect that back then, but we can expect something similar now. Be prepared. This magic in the air is here for a reason."

Everyone was listening to him, but he knew they all had already been at ready... Dreviren was sorting and strapping down the quiver of arrows he kept on his back alongside his longbow. Wayne, the fox, sat on the ground with his legs crossed, but Graham saw his daggers strapped to his belt, kept close. Jevier's hunting dogs, the three large wolfdogs he had trained to track and fight with him, had been acting strangely in the last few days, but the tiger was tending to them. Another clear sign that something was wrong. Velven was the only one that wasn't really prepared because the bard didn't even know how to fight. The wolf was still of the opinion that he should have been left behind on this one, but he insisted to come along and see everything for himself.

"Ya think they can draw runes or wards on the earth?" Wayne asked. "Seems to me like it'd, like, wash off an' stuff. Not that I know a whole bunch 'bout magic."

"Maybe the magic chalk is unwashable," Velven added with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"The magic demons use isn't necessarily the same kind of magic others cast." Dreviren gave the bard an annoyed glance, but when he looked at Graham he kept a stern expression. There was an air of mutual respect between the two of them that the wolf enjoyed. "There's the chance that this wizard is merely using concealment magic. As if, using it to hide his hideout. We must take that possibility into account."

That was something Graham hadn't thought of. The large, gray-furred wolf brought a hand to his chin, pondering over it. At that moment, however, he felt the hackles at the back of his neck rising up. Graham took a deep breath and chanted a prayer in his head in pure reflex as the wave of that wrongness washed over him. Judging by the others' reactions, they felt it too. Everyone turned towards Jevier, however, as one of his dogs whimpered then sprinted out into the woods.

"Verdran!" Jevier shouted. Graham's eyes narrowed and his hand went to the hilt of his swords, eyes on alert in case anything was coming towards them. Nothing came, however, but Jevier's other two dogs sprinted out right after the first one.

"Cardran! TRERDRAM! Damn it!" The tiger called out to them, but they didn't listen. Graham had never seen Jevier having trouble with making his dogs obey, which was something he admired in the beast tamer. The wolf, however, was surprised to see the tiger running into the woods after the dogs. He let out a small growl ready to chastise his recklessness himself, but Dreviren beat him to it.

"Jev, wait! You can't-!" The dragon was already standing up, but the tiger was gone. They all could hear the trees and foliage rumbling as they ran and getting farther away each second.

"Damn it," the dragon cursed. The tiger was out of earshot.

"We can't let him go alone. We're in dangerous territory," Graham growled. Jevier should have known that! He stepped forward to go after the tiger, but the dragon lifted a hand.

"I'll go get him," he announced. A small glance down to Graham's armor was all the communication the two of them needed. The wolf's steel armor didn't make him the fastest runner. The dragon wore leather.

"I'll go too," Wayne said. The fox was up and ready in a blink.

"We'll wait here," the wolf said, nodding. "Get him and come straight back here." The dragon and fox nodded back at him and rushed out after the tiger, leaving Graham alone in the clearing with Velven.

And then they waited. At first, there was silence between them. The hyena sat back down on the ground leaning against one of the larger trees. Graham could tell he was glad to have a little break from all the walking. The wolf still preferred to stand. It made him feel safer to be at ready, especially in a place like that.

Some time passed. More time than the wolf judged it would take to simply catch up to the tiger and bring him back, so he grew increasingly nervous. The wolf kept his hand over the hilt of his sword and, what started as a few uneasy twitches slowly became an anxious pacing that had his armor clanging with each step the wolf took. His eyes were set on the direction the others had headed to and his ears were up and attentive, listening to everything.

That's why when a loud, sharp sound came from right behind him he turned with half of his sword already out of its sheath.

"Easy there," Velven said. The wolf's eyes, searching for an unexpected enemy, fell instead over the small harmonica the hyena was holding close to his muzzle. That was the sound. The paladin growled with frustration and put his sword back on its scabbard.

"Jumpy, aren't we? I know, I know, they're taking too long, but you don't have to be so uptight. Believe it or not, they can handle themselves without your unwavering moral compass." The hyena seemed amused, following that with a small chuckle. Graham just grunted and turned away.

"I don't like this. Something is wrong." The bard didn't look worried, but Graham knew better. He could feel that... wrongness, that thing inside him, and it was growing. He could barely feel the touch of Lupos anymore and that always had him feeling insecure.

And then another sound came. It sounded like a heavy, dry thump. Like a heavy rock falling on the earth.

Both wolf and hyena's heads turned towards it, but it came from deeper in the forest to the north. Alongside it, Graham felt a small spike in the wrongness, or rather, magic in the air. The wolf's muzzle let out a light snarl as he stared at the origin of the sound.

"Something is definitely wrong," the wolf repeated. He hated standing around idly. Blind like that, it was like they were mice waiting for the cat to appear and snatch them up. He wouldn't stand for it. The wolf pulled his sword free of its scabbard again, the sound of metal and the heavy grip of his weapon made him feel a little better.

"What are you doing?" Velven asked. Even he looked a little worried.

"I will check it out," the wolf announced, voice steady with conviction.

"What? You're gonna leave me alone here? That sounds like the dumbest thing you could possibly do!" The bard stood up, put his harmonica back on his belt, then straightened up his clothes.

"I will not be reckless. I will move slowly and I will not go far. If I don't find anything, I will return."

"I still don't like that! I'm coming with you." The hyena put his foot down, frowning.

"Don't be foolish. If the others come back, they won't find us here." For once, the wolf looked back at the hyena, eye to eye. "I will stay within earshot. If you see anything, anything at all, just shout and I will come back running."

Velven stared back at him for a few moments. Finally, the hyena looked away, grunted and sat back down against the tree.

"Ugh. Fine, but if I get murdered by this wizard you better tell your god that I want a heaven filled with top quality wine and at least one hundred virgins. No, wait! Make that two hundred."

The small growl the wolf let out in response to that nonsense seemed to please the hyena. "Hopeless brat," Graham thought, then turned away.

"I won't be long," the wolf said before making his ways through the shrubs and bushes towards where he was sure he had heard the sound.

Graham rarely ever felt anxious before a fight. Even when facing monsters and demons the presence of his Lupos soothed him. The wolf knew that, as long as he stuck to his teachings, his god's blessing would help him through any hardship. That was why the feeling of Lupos' touch so weak in his core had the wolf's hackles raised.

The paladin proceeded with his sword out. All of his senses were attentive despite the forest just being more of the same. He didn't have to tread far, however, when he came upon something that made him stop.

A building. It was made of stone and while it was too big to be a simple cabin, it was still pretty small. Graham could recognize the shapes, though. Even as covered in moss and vines as the crumbling stones were, the wolf could tell it was a church. More of a chapel, really. It had windows, but they were farther up the building and none of them had any glass or anything left in it. The door was of heavy wood, but that too looked old and somewhat rotten.

The wolf stopped to study it. It could be the wizard's hideout, though it didn't look like anyone had been there for a long time. He was surprised that they hadn't found signs of that place being there earlier. Perhaps some of the tracks they'd been following were leading there? It seemed unlikely to the wolf but possible.

He was about to turn back and get the others when he spotted something else by the church's door. Half-covered in vines, he could barely make it out, but Graham would recognize that symbol anywhere. The symbol of Lupos. The same crest he wore with pride on his chest plate. If that was a holy site, maybe he could reconvene with his god's presence. It was even more unlikely that a wizard as wicked as the one they were following would hide in a place belonging to their sacred order and if he did... Graham let out a small growl at the thought.

The wolf decided to push onwards. He approached the place quietly. Graham kept his sword up and, though he wasn't as quiet and stealthy as the fox of their group, he knew how to keep things silent when he had to.

As the paladin approached the door the symbol of Lupos became clearer to see. This really was a place once dedicated to his god. The wolf cleared out the crumbling vines around it to see it properly. Graham then pressed his ear against the door trying to see if he could hear any sign of movement from inside, but he got nothing but complete silence.

Graham took a deep breath. With his paw, he slowly pushed the wooden door open. It creaked in its crumbling handles and the large door got stuck halfway through, but there was enough space for the wolf to slip inside.

It was a chapel indeed. He felt the coolness of the air inside in his fur and basked in the beautiful sight ahead of him. Through the small windows and holes in the roof, rays of sun penetrated into the chapel, giving him more than enough light to see everything inside the small building.

There had been wooden benches once, but those were all but remnants of what they used to be. The crumbling, rotten wood that made the two rows of benches rested over the floor also taken over by the creeping wildlife. The stone walls were mossy and damp with most of it chipped or crumbling as the place slowly succumbed to the weather. Graham's nose twitched in discomfort. The strong smell of the same flowers that grew everywhere was present there, some of them in holes appearing here and there through the stone flooring, some simply growing through cracks and crevices. Overall, it made for a pretty sight, but what really awed the wolf sat right there against the wall opposing the door the paladin stood at.

The large, stone-made statue of Lupos was similar to those they had in every church or base of his order. The craftsmanship was a little crude, but he could still make out Lupos' features that he knew so well. The statue depicted a wolf, much like himself, with one hand forward while the other held the holy scriptures under his arm. Lupos wore no armor in this version as opposed to the more intricate statues in the Holy Order's main sanctum, but instead wore the simple clothing of his order carved in the stone. The statue was surprisingly well conserved given the poor state of the rest of the chapel. Truly a sign of Lupos' presence watching over it.

The wolf put his sword away. Weapons weren't fit of a sacred place such as that and it was obvious that he had been right: nobody had been in that chapel in a long time. Graham stepped forward, lowering his head in respect, and went down to one knee in front of the statue. Though he still couldn't feel the touch of Lupos very well, being in a place like that brought a sense of calm and familiarity to the paladin.

Graham closed his eyes and started uttering his usual prayers in a low voice.

"Danger surrounds you."

Graham's eyes snapped open when he heard the voice. It was more of a whisper really, but the wolf's ears shot up. His prayer was interrupted, his hand flew to the hilt of his sword and, in the blink of an eye, the wolf was standing and looking back toward the door. He stood there, immobile, eyes scanning his surroundings, but there was no sign of movement anywhere.

"There is no need to be cautious, however." The voice sounded clearer this time. Graham let out a small, warning growl from his throat. His head moved back and forth searching for its origin and his hand gripped the hilt of his sword with strength, ready to draw it.

"You are safe here," the voice said again. It was a heavy masculine voice, but it carried a tone that was almost... ethereal. The wolf's sharp ears couldn't pinpoint its origin and, by the third time he heard it, he figured out why. It was as if the voice was coming from inside his head.

"Who are you? Show yourself and I will be the judge of who is safe here." The paladin spoke with authority. With the hackles behind his neck spiked and showing teeth in his snarl, Graham was quite the intimidating figure.

"You know me, for I have watched over you your whole life." The voice spoke with a tone of serenity. It carried authority, power. Certainty. It was almost as if... Graham turned around again to look at the statue of Lupos and gasped. The statue was glowing.

"It can't-" The paladin stammered. His ears fell back, but his grip didn't leave the hilt of his sword. It did falter, however. The statue glowed in a warm, yellow light that resembles rays of sunlight.

"Kneel." The voice's tone didn't change, yet the weight of the order fell upon the paladin. Graham hesitated, doubt still lingering inside his head. He could not deny what he was seeing, however. The statue, the voice... his heart beat fast. The wolf, pressured, slowly sank down to one knee as he had been before, keeping his head low, but his eyes still on the statue.

"You have served me well all these years," the statue continued. Graham still didn't know what to believe, but he couldn't deny that he felt a little pride swelling inside him over the compliment. The statue's glow was growing brighter and brighter. "It is imperative that you take knowledge of the peril that lies in your path."

The more Graham heard the voice in his head the less doubt he had that it was Lupos speaking to him and answering to his faith. His emotions were in turmoil. Lupos sounded so dignified, so regal. The wolf felt truly humbled by just the idea of being in the presence of a god.

"...Thank you." Graham's voice faltered. He found himself growing nervous. He didn't know what to say or how to address such a higher being.

"Lay down your sword and stand." The order was clear and Graham did not hesitate. He pulled the straps of his sword's scabbard and set it down on the floor in front of him, then stood up. He tried to look up at the statue, but it glowed so brightly that he had to close and cover his eyes for a moment. There was a flash of light and then, all of a sudden, the glowing stopped. Graham opened his eyes and could not hold another gasp.

Where the statue had once been, stood a wolf. He looked exactly like the statue had looked, except he was not made of stone. The wolf's fur was dark brown as some of the more ancient scriptures claimed Lupos' fur being. He wore the same set of simple clothing the statue had been wearing, except those too had turned into real cloth. A white shirt with the emblem of Lupos sewn on his chest and a pair of well-woven brown cloth pants. He had seen acolytes of the order wearing the exact same clothes before. The scriptures the statue had been holding were gone. When Graham dared look up, he saw that the wolf's eyes glowed brightly with the same holy radiance that had enveloped the statue.

Lupos took a graceful step down from the pedestal the statue had stood upon to stand closer to the trembling paladin. The god stood straight and didn't even look like he was breathing. His head was held high with pride, his expression was stern and his stance unwavering. He was exactly like Graham had always imagined Lupos would be ever since he was a pup.

The wolf had to fight the urge to fall down to his knees before the god he had spent a lifetime worshipping.

Finally, Lupos' muzzle twitched in a slow sniff. It was followed by a frown.

"You are impure," the god declared. It made Graham's heart jump and his ears to fall down instinctively. He didn't know how to respond, but he didn't have to.

"That armor reeks of blood and touch of those who are not worthy." The god's hand moved up to point right at the wolf's chest. "Dispose of it. I will not stand for corruption in my presence."

Graham looked down at his armor. He kept the steel polished and shiny, but he knew that Lupos wasn't talking about just the small dents in the metal. He had had blood, even demon blood splattered over it a few times. Perhaps he had been lax in his holy rituals to cleanse it.

"Yes, Your Radiance," the wolf quickly said lowering his head. He felt embarrassed over his lack of dedication. Immediately, Graham started undoing the clasps that kept his shoulder plates in place and let them fall down on the ground by his side. His chest plate, waist and greaves followed. Lupos didn't say anything, he simply waited with his bright eyes gazing down at him and the same stern expression that befitted a god.

The wolf stopped when he was left wearing nothing but the well worn, white shirt and brown cloth pants he wore under his armor. He gently kicked the pieces of his armor away to the side and stood before his god, but Lupos didn't say anything. He merely stared at him for a few long moments leaving Graham increasingly nervous about whether or not he was pleased.

"Why do you hesitate?" The god finally said again. Lupos still didn't really speak. His muzzle didn't move, but Graham could hear his voice loud and clear inside his head. The wolf looked up at him with a confused expression before Lupos clarified it. Once again, the wolf god's hand came up to point at his chest.

"Corruption. The threads of mortals. You are to stand before me as you were the day you entered this world." Graham wasn't sure, but he thought he felt more weight in Lupos' voice. It drove him to nod and fight to keep his face steady as he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving the gray fur of his bare, muscular chest exposed. The wolf's claws undid the laces of his pants, then hesitated for only a split second before pulling them down and stepping out of them as well. That left Graham wearing nothing but the small, well-worn piece of ragged cloth underwear. The wolf wasn't used to being so... exposed, but he fought to keep his mortal notions out of his mind. This was his god's will and there was no sense in clinging to feelings of embarrassment before him. Lupos could see everything all the time anyway.

"All of it," the god reinforced when the wolf didn't move to take out his underwear right away. Graham glanced up to see Lupos' gaze fixated on his loincloth, the last source of corruption tainting his body, and mustered up his usual determination to do what was right and fight his annoying feelings of discomfort. The wolf gripped the waistline of his underwear and pulled it down, stepping out of them as well and standing naked before his god. Graham's first reflex was to cover his privates, but he fought that too. He stood before Lupos as he should, posture straight and head lowered.

"Well done." The paladin thought he could detect a hint of approval in Lupos' stern tone. That made him feel proud of himself. Lupos took another step ahead, then stepped over his sword laid down in the ground to get even closer. Graham felt himself growing anxious again as the wolf stood there, chest to chest against him. Graham was a tall wolf, but Lupos was still slightly taller. Perhaps because that was his original size when he was still a mortal, perhaps because that was the statue's size when he took it as his vessel. Still, it made the paladin feel even smaller in the presence of his all-mighty god.

"You have been a devout servant of the light, Graham Werster." The paladin felt honored that his god knew his name, then he felt silly. Of course he did. Lupos' hand came up again and this time, it was placed over Graham's shoulder. The paladin felt a myriad of things just for the thought of the blessing it was to be touched by Lupos himself.

"You have brought order where there was none. You have set others in the path of righteousness as my scriptures instructed." As Lupos continued speaking, his hand left the wolf's shoulder and instead, the god pressed his paw right against Graham's chest. "You have kept your heart in the right place even in the face of peril that would set others begging in their knees."

Graham didn't move. He stood there with his back straight and wondered if Lupos could feel how fast his heart was beating. It was such an honor to be praised by Lupos himself! His hand felt warm against his chest. He couldn't tell if that was unnatural or not, but it certainly felt divine to the wolf.

"You have kept evil from spreading. Kept your companions in the path of that which is right." Lupos' voice was still as heavy as before in his head, but Graham couldn't keep his ears from perking up when, as the god continued speaking, his hand on his chest treaded lower still. It went to his abdomen and paused there, a touch that Graham would consider intimate if it was anyone else, but he dared not question Lupos. He simply forced his hands to stand still and kept himself in place. Lupos' hand started moving, slowly rubbing the well-defined muscles of his stomach as if he was feeling them. It made the paladin increasingly uncomfortable, especially when he swore he could feel a small squeeze or two against his hard abdomen, but he just fought against it. Endured it.

"Touch me," Lupos ordered. Graham's eyes came up to look at the wolf's glowing eyes and found him staring back at his'. Lupos' hands had not left his stomach, making him uneasy. Graham hesitated.

"Feel my body. The resemblance between god and mortal." Lupos' other hand came to his, grabbing the paladin's wrist and guiding his hand up to the god's chest, much as he had done before. Graham fought to keep his ears up and tail properly relaxed. When he touched Lupos, he felt the cloth of his shirt above the fur of his chest. It did feel just... normal. Lupos didn't let go of his wrist, though, and slowly guided his hand downwards as well so that Graham could feel his stomach. It felt as well defined as his own over the light shirt.

The paladin failed to see the purpose of such an act. It was an honor to be touching Lupos himself, so why did it feel so weird? Graham grit his teeth. He couldn't hold himself from looking downwards when he felt the god's hand moving down even further. It brushed against sheath, then reached down to wolf's furry hanging sack to feel it. At that moment, Graham couldn't hold back anymore. The paladin pulled away, taking a step back. It was Lupos himself, but that felt wrong! He had never been touched like that before in his life.

One step away from the god, the wolf went back to his training and closed his eyes for a moment. He forced himself to push all of these swirling emotions back. The pride, the shame, the anxiety, the awe, everything. Graham let himself calm down and reached down deep inside him searching for the touch of Lupos.

It wasn't there.

The paladin opened his eyes and looked up at Lupos again realizing that, even though his 'god' was standing right before him, he still felt Lupos' familiar touch as far away as it was before. No, even farther. It was like a tiny spark he could barely grasp. And then he saw the expression of Lupos right before him finally changing as the wolf 'god' smirked.

"You are not Lupos!" The paladin accused. He was still shocked, still wasn't sure. The wolf was the very image of his god exactly as he had always pictured it. Graham felt disappointment swelling inside him alongside embarrassment. Outrage. Yet, at the same time, the pieces started falling together. Magic. Magic more powerful and livid than any he had ever seen, but there was no other explanation.

Lupos' smirk turned into a grin. A sharp set of lupine teeth appeared and, though his eyes were still glowing with light, it gave the wolf a new sinister semblance.

"Aww. And here I thought I could get you to go all the way." The voice still spoke only inside his head, but it no longer held the grave tone from before. The neutral authority. This time it was filled with amusement and mockery.

Graham growled. The wolf showed his teeth in outrage, eyes kept on the form of that... that twisted thing that dared take the form of his god. The wizard. Graham took another step back, one hand moving down to cover his privates and his eyes went straight to his sword that still lay on the ground right behind the imposter.

"Nuh-uh. Don't even think about it." 'Lupos' kicked his sword back with the ankle of one of his feet causing it to slide away all the way to the side of the altar behind the 'god'. "Silly wolf. You're in my domain now. I am in your head and I have control over absolutely everything."

Graham took another step back to put some distance between them. He could fight using his fists. He had done so before. Just as he lifted his gaze to look at the other wolf again all he saw was that wide, toothy grin before world spun. The wolf felt dazed for a moment, but he blinked and, in just a second as his vision focused again he felt different. He looked down at himself to see that his arms were behind his back even though he hadn't moved them there. As soon as he tried to move, though, the rattle of chains and the bite of steel against his wrists made his eyes go wide. His hands were handcuffed behind his back?

"What is this...?" Graham snarled at the wolf then took another few steps back creating some distance between them to give himself time to evaluate things. He glanced back as best as he could to see that indeed there were heavy manacles, the same type he used to lock away criminals, shut tight around his wrists keeping his arms behind his back. How had he done that? The wolf in front of him didn't move, he simply kept grinning. His sinister, glowing eyes fixated upon the paladin's naked body. The awareness of his deprived state made him feel a deep sting of shame for having fallen for these tricks. He should have known! He shouldn't have even taken his armor off or put his sword down. The wolf pressed his legs together feeling more vulnerable than he ever remembered feeling with his hands tied behind his back while naked and exposed right in front of his foe.

"There is no fighting. There is only... fun. You can resist, oh please do resist, but it won't change anything. I have you right between my claws, noble paladin." The voice had an arrogance behind it that made the wolf's eyes narrow further.

Graham studied his options. His eyes went by his sword on the ground between the altar and his foe. Without his hands, he would have little use for it anyways. He was vulnerable, naked and didn't have Lupos' power to aid him. As much as it hurt his pride, there was only one viable option left. The wolf didn't hesitate to take it.

The paladin took a few more careful steps back from the 'god', who still stood there grinning and staring at him, but not moving. Then, with a grunt, Graham simply turned around to flee. If he could get away and meet his companions they could have a chance. The wolf made a run for the semi-open door of the small the chapel.

"Really? And here I thought you were brave!" The voice inside his head mocked him, but Graham ignored it. The wolf glanced back towards Lupos and was glad to see he still wasn't moving. Within seconds, Graham got to the wooden door, but when the wolf moved to squeeze himself between the opening his body instead hit something. Surprised, the wolf stumbled back and fell down sitting with a heavy grunt. When he looked up, his eyes went wide. There was no door there. Where the sunlight had been coming in through the old wood's hinges and cracks there was nothing but a stone wall. Right where the door should have been.

"You still don't get it, do you?" The voice laughed inside his head. The paladin made an effort to stand up properly again even without his hands. He turned towards Lupos, or rather, the wizard's form of Lupos, and stood ready. He would not let his guard down in his presence again even if he was pretty much cornered. His eyes scanned the chapel for another exit.

"It's hopeless. I know you paladins have pretty thick heads and I do understand that you've never fought an amazing god such as myself. I can understand why you still think you stand a chance, but..." The arrogance in the wizard's voice annoyed Graham. He wanted to find a way to block it off from his head, but before he could think about any such thing the paladin found the world shifting. Everything started turning before his eyes as if the world itself was turning upside down.

The wolf fought to keep his balance, tail swinging and legs trying to keep steady, but ultimately as the floor became the walls right before his eyes he found himself losing balance and falling. Graham closed his eyes bracing himself for impact, but instead, he felt something grabbing at his ankles and holding him from hitting the ground. The wolf immediately opened his eyes, and then they went wide.

The wolf found himself hanging upside down. His hands were still bound behind his back as they had been, but a large, thick piece of rope that hadn't been there before hung from the stone structures of the ceiling all the way down to wrap around his ankles, keeping him suspended a few feet above the ground. The chapel itself still looked the same. The wizard's image of Lupos still stood there in the same place, staring at him with the same arrogant grin plastered over his muzzle.

"How?!" Graham struggled, but all he managed to do was swing back and forth, making the thick rope creak.

"I told you. It is me you should be worshipping, paladin. I can see everything in that pretty little head of yours. And everything you see, everything you smell, touch, taste... everything you feel... They're all mine to share with you." The wizard inside his head sounded like a child excited over a new toy. Graham growled more! He fought against the steel binding his wrists with frustration. The wolf bent over himself, straining his muscles in an attempt to fight gravity and reach the rope. If he could reach it with his teeth...

"It's hopeless. You're mine now... And I'm gonna make you feel so many things!"

When the voice spoke again, Graham's efforts to reach his suspended feet vanished. Everything vanished. The world spun again, everything lost focus until he was forced to close his eyes. He was disoriented for a moment, then a constricting feeling around his neck and wrists made him open his eyes again.

He was standing this time. Not really standing, but bending forwards. The paladin found himself bound to a regular set of wooden stocks right in the middle of a deserted city's square. Graham told himself that that couldn't be real, but it was hard to deny to it when he quickly found that he could take in all the smells of the city. He could feel a light breeze that hadn't existed in the chapel running through his fur, which made him realize he was still very much naked. When the wolf pulled against the stocks, the wood and metal rattled against his strength and held firm. He could feel its sting against his wrist and necks, could feel the texture of the wood that hadn't been there a moment ago. Graham couldn't tell if it was real or not, but it felt real in every sense.

"Everything is as I wish it to be." The voice had a serious tone for once. No time to let it sink in. He spent only a few minutes stuck in those stocks when the world started to shift again. He was growing used to the effect, so he just closed his eyes and fought the dizziness that surrounded whatever foul magic the wizard was employing. Graham then opened his eyes in his own accord to find himself back in the chapel he had been in. The wolf found himself sitting down with the cold stone against the bare fur of his rear. The chapel's perspective has shifted, which made him quickly realize that he was where the altar had been before. No... as Graham tried to move, he found that he was bound to the chapel's altar. Chains came from behind it connecting the manacles locked around his wrists to the altar keeping his hands at his sides at shoulder height. There were more steel chains, tight and unflinching, tied around the altar and across his chest and neck making sure he was forced to stay with his back against it. He pulled at them, but they didn't budge. His arms were forced to stay wide open as he sat there, exposed.

Everything else was as it had been before. His sword was laying on the ground, but with him bound to the altar, it was somewhat close to his feet. His armor laid spread over the floor further down towards the chapel's central corridor. 'Lupos' was still there too standing further away and, as always, staring at him.

"I don't know what kind of trick this is, but you will not get away with it!" The paladin bellowed his words with anger. Though he felt fearful and vulnerable, Graham had his training. He forced himself to stand strong. The wolf still had his companions out there! It wasn't the first time he had found himself in deeper trouble than he had anticipated. The first thing the wolf did was try to reach his sword with his feet, but as he strained himself to reach it he found that the chains didn't allow enough leave for him to quite get it.

"We'll see if you keep that attitude up after I'm done with you." The voice was back to mockery. Graham growled, showing his teeth and snarling towards the 'wizard', who in turn approached him.

Still, there was little the paladin could do. 'Lupos' approached him until he was standing right in front of him, then went down to one knee in front of him so that they could be face to face. His eyes still glowed brightly with light and his features were still so familiar. Him keeping the image of Lupos was an affront in itself!

It got even worse when the other wolf's hand came back to touch his stomach, as it had done before. The touch made Graham surge forward with a snarl, but the chains around his neck, chest and wrists kept him from doing anything about it. He felt that hand rubbing against the shorter fur of his belly in a way that violated every boundary the wolf had.

"DON'T touch me!" Graham growled. "Show your true face, coward! Fight me like a man!" the paladin spat. His leg moved up to kick the wolf away, but the wolf's hand appeared impossibly fast to hold it down. Graham tried kicking with his other leg, but in the blink of an eye, the other wolf's hand had moved to hold that leg down instead. All while still softly caressing his belly in that invasive way.

"Don't make me chain those too," the voice said inside his head. Graham growled, but let his legs rest. He knew that it would take more than physical struggle to break away from whatever trickery the wizard had cast upon him.

"You're helpless. Bound like a little pup. There's nothing you can do about it, paladin, so why don't you at least try to... enjoy it?" As the voice continued mocking him inside his head, the hand touching his abdomen went lower.

It reached his sheath. The wolf's fingers started circling the furry pouch for a moment, then moved down to fondle his balls. Graham let out a threatening snarl right against the wizard's face, but it had no effect on him. The violation made him feel vulnerable, dirty. The wolf huffed through his nose and grit his teeth, mustering all of his willpower to keep his trembling legs still instead of kicking the false god's chest as hard as he possibly could. He needed the advantage of his legs if he wanted to hope for an opportunity of getting out of there.

"Thirty-two years..." the voice continued. It sounded so amused, so pleased that fury rose within the wolf paladin's chest. "Thirty-two years and you've kept yourself 'pure' for your order. Resisting all temptation, forfeiting all that pleasure just to keep a silly notion of servitude going! It is admirable..."

The hand pulled Graham's sheath back. It exposed the pink tip of his member. The wolf looked down and fought to keep his ears upright, to keep his growling steady and the same stern expression in his face. The shame coming from the depravity of the wizard's acts burned within him. Or perhaps it was the shame of letting himself get caught like that? He couldn't tell, but it burned it so hard it almost hurt. It made him want to sink his teeth in the wizard's neck in a way that was unseemingly of his devout self.

"But that's not really true, is it?" The wizard's question made Graham glance up at him, seeing eye to eye with the glowing orbs that were the mockery of Lupos' image the wizard chose to retain somehow. That hand touched his member, making him wince, but the furred fingers simply rubbed at it in a delicate way. It felt very, very wrong.

"Yes. I told you, didn't I? I'm in your head. You can't hide anything from me. I know eeeeverything..." The voice giggled in an annoying way as it spoke. "I can see the memories you try to hide. I can push them away from you, oooor... I can bring them forth..."

Graham blinked and, just like that, it surged in his mind. The sudden shift in his own thoughts made him let out a soft gasp. One of his most shameful memories. Himself, lying on his bed inside the quarters of his order. Barely eighteen summers old, he remembered so vividly how he laid there in the dark, breath fast and heart beating. So nervous! His hands pressed against the source of the deep shame hard against his belly. It was so hard, so big, and the knot was swollen in a way that kept it from returning back to its sheath. He couldn't even keep it inside his pants. It felt so sensitive, so wrong...

He hadn't meant to do it. Members of the order of Lupos were chaste. They gave up the pleasures of the flesh so that it could no longer distract them from their directed purpose. Lust distorted one's thoughts, made them do impure things. All of that Graham had accepted gladly as he grew up inside the order, and yet that night corruption had assailed him in his dreams. Where he couldn't control himself. Thoughts of females, of scents he had smelled, of depravity, of lust... They had overcome him while he slept only for him to wake up in a rush of pleasure that quickly turned into guilt when he found out he had had an... accident.

Terrified, young Graham had quietly taken the stained sheets out of his bed and rushed out of the recruit quarters to wash them down. The memories felt so vivid in front of his eyes that he whined again as he recalled the High Overseer catching him in the act of scrubbing hard to get rid of the stains. How shameful it had been to be forced to tell him what had happened... and how much relief he had felt when the overseer told him that it could happen when a male wolf was young.

It had been a secret between him and the overseer. They had given him an herb to chew on before he slept that, according to his superior, would keep his mind more focused during his rest in order to keep such things from happening. Graham still carried a bunch of those in his pack to that day, chewing on them every night. The paladin had never told a soul about the shameful event.

"Such a young thing you were, trying to suppress what comes naturally. So innocent, so naive!" The voice mocked him. Graham's eyes went a little wider. How could he possibly know? If this wizard could really read his memories like that, then...

"Yes, I can read your memories. How many times must I tell you before you believe me? Graham, Graham... Everything I told you so far has been nothing but the absolute truth!" The voice, or the wizard, made it sound like he was hurt, yet humor always lingered in the back of his tone. Could the wizard read his thoughts, too? That thought in itself was troubling. Graham felt his ears twitching back in embarrassment. He pulled against the chains and forced a growl to come from his throat again.

"It matters not! Those memories are nothing! I walk on the right path now and nothing you can do will make me stray from it!" The wolf made sure he sounded steady. Saying those words actually helped keep him on the right path. He made use of his training to keep himself calm and steady. He had been through worse, he told himself.

"Whatever torture you plan on inflicting on me I will endure until justice catches up with you and brings you down," Graham growled his words. He felt more ready. Memories were just memories! He had been tortured and put through pain before, but he knew that as long as he kept the teachings of Lupos firm inside his head, he could get through anything.

"Oh, I see. But... I don't plan on torturing you, big brave wolf." The voice still sounded so confident despite his refusal. It was always mocking him and that annoyed the wolf very, very much. He was stoic in not letting that be shown, though. Those hands, however... As the wizard's hand pulled his sheath back one more time, the weird sensation brought by it made Graham shift with a deep discomfort. "You see, the thing is... you've felt it before. You know how good it can be to just... give in."

Just as he said that Graham felt the memory get pulled from inside his head again. It was such a strange, unnatural feeling! It played faintly inside his head one more time, but instead of focusing on his shame, it focused on what little he could remember of what he felt while dreaming. Of how he had felt... so horny. Of how he remembered in his dream the subtle nuances of the smell of a female in heat he had smelled weeks earlier. How it made the blood inside him boil, how it directed his thoughts to what little he knew about sex in itself. All that curiosity about things he shouldn't know and shouldn't think about because it was wrong.

Graham felt it swell inside him. The memories. The... arousal. How great it had felt in his dreams to be horny. He had no real recollection of what his dream had been. Licking, touching, thrusting... He only remembered how that pleasure previously unknown to his young self had risen inside him until it finally... burst. It had felt... good.

"No!" The wolf shook his head. He realized the thoughts were overwhelming him. It was the wizard's doing and he had to fight it! Despite how livid the memory felt inside his mind, he forced himself to redirect his thoughts. The wolf snarled and pulled at the chains even knowing it was hopeless, but the strain on his body, the effort, it helped him think of his teachings and of how he had to stay in the path of what was right.

"Impressive," the voice said calmly inside his head. "You do have a bit of resolve, paladin."

Hearing that made a tiny smirk of satisfaction appear in Graham's muzzle even as he panted. His wrists hurt from the bite of steel against them after the effort and the chains around his chest felt tighter than ever, but he had foiled the wizard's plan.

"Though maybe you're not quite as resolute as you think..." The voice, full of mockery, came accompanied by a new touch. Graham let out a groan when he felt a hand...

Graham looked down with urgency. Without noticing, as the thoughts had raced through his head, his member had grown out of his sheath. The wizard's hand enveloped it with warmth, touching the paladin in a way that he had definitely never been touched before. The wolf had seen himself get hard before, of course, but every time he did he had willed himself back down knowing it was impurity that caused it.

His member, however, stood there. The tapered canine cock pulsed in a strong pink tone considerably out of its sheath. The burst of urgency and shame that washed over the wolf might have been enough for him to grow soft by itself. There was a male hand touching him! Yet, even as the wolf tried to think of his teachings, he found instead the memories of his shameful past mistake coming right behind his eyes again.

The hand grasping his member started stroking it. Up and down it went, fingers gently brushing through his member in a way that was pleasurable, even though Graham would never willingly admit it. That, coupled with his body reacting to how it had felt to wake up with the remnants of that blissful ecstasy coursing through his body, made the wolf let out an involuntary groan.

Instead of retreating to its sheath, Graham was forced to watch the hand coaxing his member out. It grew harder, then started to lightly pulse. An unfamiliar fire grew in the paladin's loins. Small veins appeared at the base of his member and the color started shifting from pink to a darker and darker tone of red as it grew to full hardness. The wizard's hand continued to stroke it, sometimes in a tight grip with movements that enveloped his whole shaft from the tip to the base, sometimes just with fingers rubbing the smooth underside. Squeezing at the base...

"S-stop!" Graham gasped! "Let GO of me! I will NOT SUFFER THIS-" The wolf began to struggle again. Every chain that held him rattled with his effort to pull away. He was just lifting his legs to try and desperately kick the wizard away, beginning to shout at the wizard's face when the wolf before him brought a single finger up to touch his forehead. Graham gasped, eyes growing wide, all struggle ceasing.

"Yes, you will. I can feel what you feel. I can control what you feel." The voice still spoke inside his head, but the wolf barely paid it any mind. As soon as that finger touched him the fire around his loins, the arousal he knew he was feeling but was trying so hard to deny and fight, swelled. It grew twice, thrice... ten times as strong. His member pulsed between the false deity's fingers, spurting precum from its tip that quickly became lubrication for the stroking happening over his length. Arousal like he had never felt before made Graham's ears fall back. It made him feel a primal, deeply suppressed urge to thrust his hips forward. To grab at something and thrust his cock into it until that pleasure he was feeling grew in a way he instinctively knew it could grow. Until his whole body was drowning in it.

And yet, at the same time, Graham knew it was wrong. His strong attempts to fight it were all that kept him from moaning out loud. As the deity still stroked him, he could feel the pleasure he had never known rising, but he frowned deeply with the knowledge that it was wrong. He was a paladin of the Order of Lupos. He was meant to keep himself chaste and he would not, could not break that vow and bring disgrace upon himself. He had been taught well that, if he felt the pleasures of flesh once, they would forever scar his thoughts in a much deeper way than his unconscious actions had ever done. He would always remember it and that would make it so much harder to keep himself in check to make sure he wouldn't succumb to lust.

"No!" Graham pretty much shouted. He forced himself to growl even though his breath was coming so fast. The pleasure was still there alongside the fire and every instinct told him to keep going. To go all the way! All that time denied of these feelings took a toll on the male wolf. He pulled at the chains again, his defined muscles bulging with the effort to free himself.

Yet, at the same time, all he could do was look down and watch as the wizard's hand slowly trailed down his length, reached the sheath at the base and, with two fingers, pulled it further down. It exposed the wolf's growing knot at the base and then, when the wizard's fingers wrapped around the thicker bulb of flesh and squeezed, the intensity of the jolt of pleasure that pulsed through the inexperienced wolf dwarfed everything he had felt so far.

"Look at you. The mighty paladin of Lupos, the paragon of righteousness, reduced to a pup squealing between my fingers!" A laugh followed the voice's mockery. They made Graham's face burn hot again as the shame of his situation was called out. His heart was racing, his breathing coming short and he had to keep his teeth well gritted to keep himself from giving in to the sounds his throat wanted to make. The wizard must have seen it coming, because his hand enveloped the base of Graham's member and gave it a hard squeeze, causing him to let a muffled groan between his closed teeth and a huff of air from his nose. Precum spurted from the tip of his member again, shooting up in the air before falling back down over his own stomach. Whenever the jolts of high pleasure coursed through his body the wolf felt all strength sapped from him. Was this natural or was it the wizard's doing? The wolf didn't even know, but he hated it.

"I will never... br-... eak," the wolf said through his raspy breathing. He was doing his best to keep himself together, but when the wizard started stroking his cock with speed he couldn't contain himself. A groan escaped his lips. The wolf's hands were clenched tightly into fists, every muscle in his body tense in a mix of pleasure and disgust over the acts inflicted upon him.

The wizard was silent for a while. The paladin did his very best to will it all away. To keep himself from being affected by these acts of extreme depravity, but the wizard had done something to him. He could tell because, when he inhaled, he swore he could smell that scent of heat he had caught a whiff of in his memories. Whenever he tried to recall the teachings of Lupos, to say a prayer in his head or to chastise himself he felt his thoughts deviating to that night. To the little details he knew about sex and had always been curious about, but had kept himself disciplined enough not to indulge in. It was all bubbling up inside his head, fueling the arousal he didn't want to feel, getting him closer and closer...

To Graham, each second felt like torture, but not too much time passed before he felt the pleasure he dreaded the most rising within him. He didn't know that feeling, he had never felt it before, but he knew what would happen when he... finished. He didn't want that. He couldn't let that happen, but he knew it was coming and he couldn't find a way to stop it. The hand stroking his cock grew faster and faster, its grip tight and warm, gliding over his smooth canine length as if he indeed were fucking something. Graham could feel the drive to push his hips up inside him, at the back of his mind, but that he could fight. He would not give in, would not indulge in those lustful instincts, so he kept himself still, but that didn't mean the hand stopped.

The paladin closed his eyes shut. He fought with all of his will to keep it from happening. The hand continued to speed up. At one point, the strokes grew wider, going all the way to the base of his cock and it was only then that the wolf opened his eyes for a moment to realize his knot had swollen in size. It was completely engorged at the base of his member as he knew, biologically, would happen, but had never seen happening like that before. It made Graham shut his eyes even harder to fight it, but it was a hopeless battle.

He knew he was about to lose when the stroking changed yet again. Instead of going up and down his whole length like before, the wizard focused on the lower half of the canine's member. Each light squeeze on his knot made Graham grunt with unwanted pleasure, but it was when the wizard started using his thumb to make light, circular motion right on the underside of the wolf's tip that he felt himself losing it. He tried to open his mouth to curse, but the groan that came out of it brought him shame. He tried to struggle away from it, but his muscles were weak and his body trembled. Was this how sex felt like? He could see why everyone craved it so much. He didn't want to feel it, though. He couldn't!

The wolf's breathing grew even faster. A different sort of pleasure started rising within him. He could feel his member pulsing inside the wizard's grip. He held his breath pulling all the willpower he could muster through his scrambled thoughts into not giving in. Small tears from effort alone sprouted from the corners of the wolf's eyes. His teeth pressed themselves together hard, his claws felt sharp against his own paws as he pressed them together. He couldn't give in, he wasn't going to, but it couldn't be helped. It was coming...

And then the hand let go of his member. Graham felt a rush of relief, opening his eyes at once to see it hovering right beside his member, but no longer touching it. The dark red canine cock pulsed by itself, throbbing. The wolf felt shame when he saw the drop of precum dripping down from its tip and slowly running down all the way to his large knot. He could feel the pleasure still coursing through him. The need, the instinct, the urge was so strong that it gnawed in his center urging for him to go through with it, but without touch, the pleasure slowly waned down. It was a relief, a big relief, he told himself. Still breathing heavily, the paladin looked at the wizard.

"Look at you... Fighting so hard, yet so close to breaking your vows forever. Do you feel all that pleasure, Sir Graham? Is it reaaaaaally worth giving this up just so you can serve an outdated god?" As the voice teased him, the wizard in the form of Lupos used one single finger to slowly circle the tip of the wolf's member. It lighted the fire of his arousal enough for him to let out another long involuntary groan before he shut his muzzle to keep it from happening.

"We've been at this for what? Ten minutes? And you're already so close! Is this the best fight you can put up, mighty paladin?" A giggle followed. The teasing finger trailed down his length until it reached the wolf's sensitive knot. He watched the finger hover near it and dreaded the touch. When it came, the wolf held his breath for a few seconds to keep himself from making any sounds, even with his muzzle closed. The finger teased the underside of his knot, rubbing it and sending profane pleasure shocks all over the wolf's body.

"I'll... I'll put my sword through your guts for this, you vermin." Graham managed a weak snarl through his heavy breathing. His voice was dripping with the outrage he felt. So many emotions swirled inside him like a raging whirlpool. "The full wrath of Lupos will fall over yourrnngHHHNG!"

Graham had to stop talking to keep himself from moaning again. One simple squeeze around the whole of his knot left him breathless. His ears folded back at just how vulnerable he felt in the wizard's hands. He'd rather have daggers plunged into his flesh than that act of pure obscenity inflicted upon him. At least pain he could endure with pride. Without the fear of breaking his vow.

"You will? Careful there, you don't know me. Maybe I'd like that..." Another one of those infernal giggles followed. The twisting of his words had the wolf growling once more. And yet, that finger continued to tease his member. Sometimes the rubbing would intensify in a way that would make that rush of pleasure, that primal need grow closer again, but when it did the finger slowed down or stopped touching him altogether for a few moments. It was as if the wizard knew just how to make him feel as much guilty pleasure as possible.

"I'll kill you!" The wolf managed to growl again. Each time he felt the pleasure growing and the finger drew away, he cursed the wizard in his mind. He felt so many things he had never felt before and, amidst them, he felt frustration. It was unnerving, unbearable, and fighting his instincts kept getting harder and harder.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you will, wolf." The wizard gave his rock hard cock a playful flick. "Why are we keeping this little charade, though? You clearly want the pleasure, I want the pleasure, so why not just, you know... enjoy each other's company?"

Graham had ten different insulting answers to give, but he was rendered speechless when the form of 'Lupos' before him started to shift. Slowly, the brown-furred wolf that looked like his god changed. His muzzle was still as elongated, but it became sharper. His ears grew larger, his tail grew thicker. The dark brown changed to a light, cream-colored, shorter fur.

Before he stood what Graham judged to be a fox. He looked like Wayne, the fox in their group, in a lot of aspects, except that he was as tall as Graham himself. The light, cream fur color was unusual too. He wasn't muscular like Graham, but instead, he had a lean, lithe shape that was very apparent since he too was naked. The fox, however, had the very same wide grin the image of Lupos had in his face before.

"Isn't that much better? Being here with my proper, handsome self instead of some twisted image of that lame god of yours?" This time the fox spoke properly instead of having his voice happen inside Graham's head. The amusement in it very much matched his grinning figure. The wolf judged that to be the wizard's true form, but such control of what happened around him felt surreal to the wolf, so he was wary of it. He couldn't trust the wizard. Whatever magic he possessed was powerful indeed. Graham was quick to go back to growling, though.

"This changes nothing! You have already doomed yourself beyond redemption the moment you put that curse on the king!" The wolf took the opportunity to snarl properly, to regain some of his pride. It was with dread that he saw the fox's finger returning to his still erect member. The wolf made an effort not to flinch when the pleasure of his teasing returned to his sensitive member.

"The king? Hah! If only you knew!" The fox laughed. Somehow that laugh was even more aggravating coming from its real source. The fox, however, set his eyes upon the wolf's member. The way he licked his lips and how immensely pleased he looked as his finger playfully trailed over the canine's cock fueled Graham's anger even more.

"Knew what? Stop touching me!" The wolf ordered, but he felt the pleasure returning. The fox ignored his orders, of course, and instead just gripped his member with his whole paw again to stroke it lightly.

"But why? I'm here showing myself to you just so we can enjoy this time together, big wolf." The wizard giggled with delight. His fingers made small, circular motions around the tip of the wolf's pulsing cock. Graham looked down at it, then away with shame. Having the image of Lupos touching him in such ways was a deep defilement of his beliefs, but having this fox doing it felt just as wrong and outraging, except in different ways. It filled Graham with shame that he could not fight his own body's reactions, but no matter how hard or how many times he tried, the light, teasing touch of the fox's clawed fingers around his cock kept it erect and pulsing. Graham let out a soft growl of pure shame.

"Not gonna say anything? Not gonna curse at me? Tell me how my soul will be damned for eternity?" The wizard continued to mock him. Graham did his best to ignore him, but when the fox's hand enveloped his member to start stroking once more he couldn't keep him himself from growing tense. That strange, tempting ceiling of pleasure hadn't left him yet. The paladin dreaded what could happen if he was pushed too far, but he was growing confident that the fox didn't actually intend to push him over the edge of temptation. The teasing was just as bad, though. The wolf's body was trained to withstand the pain of torture, but that... that was... different. It was like he wanted it, but didn't want to want it at the same time.

The bound wolf glanced at the fox and saw him staring, but quickly looked away again. His breath was still fast, his muscles still tense, his hands still clenched into tight fists. He was doing his best to ignore it, but the fox was using two fingers to rub both sides of the wolf's engorged knot while his other hand slowly worked up and down the canine's red length. The pleasure was mind-shattering for the wolf, unlike anything he had ever felt. Graham had to chant in his mind, had to focus on the teachings to keep himself from giving in to it. That was what the wizard wanted! He wasn't going to give him that!

"What iiiiis it, big wolf? Getting cloooose, are we? You don't even need your memories anymore..." With his tease, the fox sped up the stroking. It made Graham have to grit his teeth tight to avoid letting out more sounds of pleasure. The light squeezes on his knot grew more frequent, he felt the pleasure rising and rising...

"I wonder if the cum that comes from a holy paladin is like a sticky version of holy water?" The fox laughed at his own comment. He used one finger to rub the tapered tip of the wolf's cock, then took pleasure in stretching a long, thin strand of precum that was coming from the tip. Graham let out a small growl when he saw it.

"What I will take pleasure in is stomping over you," the wolf snarled with genuine, seething hate. That was also something he was supposed to control and redirect, but he was already under so much strain to endure the wicked, defying torture that he didn't care.

"Is that so?" In one sweep, that finger that held the strand of precum came in a lightning-fast motion to touch the growling wolf's nose. Graham felt the sticky substance sticking to his nose and the musky smell of his own precum assaulting his very sensitive sense of smell. Immediately, he pulled against the chains keeping his arms spread. The wolf let out a loud, frustrated growl and shook his head, but the sticky substance wouldn't come out. The fox, as always, just laughed. The humiliation made the wolf's ears fold down.

"I will make you PAY ten times over for this FILTHINESS when I'm out of here!" The wolf's anger grew with his voice. He didn't care about anything else. He moved his legs to kick the fox away, but just as before, the fox either dodged them or held them down without a problem. All of that without even letting go of the wolf's member, always with one hand stroking or caressing it. It was driving Graham mad! He couldn't think straight, couldn't pray, couldn't focus. He just wanted...

"Is that really what you wanna do, wolfy? I mean, if you kill me, then who's gonna make you feel... this?" The big grin in the fox's muzzle worried Graham. The fox reached down to his cock with both hands again and, this time, while stroking with one hand, the other closed in around his knot, squeezing it tight. The sensation that ripped through the wolf's body made his eyes go wide. His member, aroused and ready, and his knot tied into that warmth made Graham's hips jut up without him even commanding it. A groan he could not hold back came from the paladin. The fox stroked his cock once while still squeezing his knot, twice... and then pulled both hands away. Graham was forced to gasp again just for the sudden feeling of 'emptiness' around his cock, which throbbed even harder than before. If the wolf had thought he had come close before, he had been wrong. A deep wave of frustration came over him when the touch was gone, as if THAT was what was really wrong. It made him want to whine.

"Oh, you really don't know what you've been missing all these years, wolf. And with a body like yours!" The fox was giggling again. Graham was left panting, his breath heavy after that unexpected surge of pleasure. The fox's mockery, however, was a good way to give his mind a little more clarity even if it originated from his hate towards the damned wizard.

"You..." The wolf had to stop for a moment to continue to catch his breath. "...touch me again and I'll-" The paladin was just trying to muster up a growl, but then those hands attacked his member again. The fox did the same thing. Hard squeeze to his sensitive knot with one hand, stroking up and down in a tight grip with the other. Graham let out a drawn-out moan. He couldn't hold back. He felt pleasure rising with him, an urge... an instinct to fuck, to tie, to finish it. Yet, again, the fox gave him no more than two light stroked before letting go. The wolf's member was left there, engorged, rock hard and denied.

"It's so incredibly pleasant to watch you struggle! You're like a pup! Who would've thought that breaking your precious vows would feel so great, huh?" More laughing followed by the fox. Graham was still catching his breath, but he still managed to glare at the wizard with his best killer stare.

"I will not break my vows." The paladin spoke with conviction. With faith. It did make the fox stop his laughing, but only for him to open a very, very malicious grin.

"You won't?" The teasing tone in the fox's voice worried Graham. So did the fact that the fox slowly got on all fours in front of him, then receded a little. "Not even if I do... this?"

The wolf watched as the fox slowly lowered his muzzle towards his member. Graham started growling, prepared himself to kick the fox away. Perhaps he could get him straight in that smug muzzle like that. The paladin barely got to bend his knee when a hand came to squeeze at his knot. The hard grasp made his whole body tremble as that jolt of pleasure shot through him. He had to close his eyes for a moment and, when he opened them again, he saw the fox's long tongue out of his muzzle, half an inch away from his cock. Before Graham could say anything the sharp, long appendage touched his hard cock. The fox dragged his tongue up the wolf's length in a deliberately slow motion. It drove him wild. Graham felt every muscle in his body weaken with pleasure. The wolf heard the whine of pure bliss he let out, but it didn't even feel like it was him making that sound. It just... came. Graham looked down again to see that tongue drawing close to the tip of his cock. He saw the fox's grin growing wider...

And then another harder, harsher squeeze came to his knot. The smooth tongue trailing on the underside of his tip, the pressure on his sensitive knot, it was too much. Graham felt the rush of pleasure in his body and, again, faint memories of that fateful day came back as he recognized the sensation coming over him. He was past the point of no return. The wolf felt panic rising inside his mind as he was about to break his vow, but that was quickly drowned by the rush of pleasure that Graham felt for the first time in his life while fully awake and conscious. The fox kept the pressure on his knot steady, that tongue started another lick from the base of his throbbing cock just as the first spasm came.

"N-no!" A pleasure like no other took over the wolf's body. The wolf's words were faint, drowned in a moan that came involuntarily. The wizard kept his cock aimed upwards so that, when the pleasure reached its peak, the first strong jet of thick wolf cum came shooting up straight over the wolf's broad chest, making a perfect line of creamy, white seed leading down to the source of his sin.

The pleasure only intensified. Every muscle, every fiber of his being felt overwhelmed as the pleasure reached its peak. The wolf's mind was empty. Not even the soft laughter of the fox licking his cock from below or the warmth of the following jets of seed that matted his fur registered. The ecstasy only lasted a few small, yet stretched out seconds, however.

Graham picked up his breathing. As his cock let out the weak remnants of his orgasm, the fox's tongue attacking it made him wince with the discomfort of overstimulation. Only then did his ears pin down against his head. Only then did the paladin look down to see his own cum sticking to the gray fur of his muscular chest. He saw how his knot, even more engorged than before, kept his member still hard and throbbing even after...

"No...!" The wolf's tail curled itself by its side. It would go between his legs if it wasn't pressed against the altar he was leaning against.

"Oh, yes." The wizard gave the tip of his cock one last lick, causing a last, delayed spurt of cum to come with a groan from Graham. It matted the fox's nose with the small jet of white. Graham could only stare at him gracefully picking it up with the claw of his finger and licking it right up. "How does it feel? The pup's first time ever! But don't worry, wolf, we're far from done here..."

Graham didn't answer. The weight of what he had done was crashing down on him. He'd have to confess to the high overseer and then, perhaps he could atone somehow. He'd heard of other paladins that had broken their vows, but he hadn't done so willingly! If it was his choice, he wouldn't have! Then again, just imagining himself telling this story to the high authoritative figure of his order filled the wolf with more shame than he could bear. That is, if he managed to escape the damned fox's grasp in the first place. He looked at the wizard with seething hate in his eyes, but the fox just chuckled in response.

"Come now, don't be so sour! I just made you experience the best thing any male could ever feel!" The fox's fingers came to his member again. Graham growled when he saw them approaching, but when they wrapped around his engorged, knotted cock the squeeze made him tense up and pull at his chains out of sheer discomfort. The wolf's red, veiny cock pulsed and let out another weak spurt, but barely a few drops came out of the tip. The wolf had heard that males felt sensitive after experiencing an... ...orgasm, but he had never thought it would feel this uncomfortable. He had never thought he would ever feel it at all.

"Stop," the wolf grunted, trying to muster up a growl. The fox did no such thing, however. He used a finger to rub wolf's cock in small, circular movements. That alone made him flinch and grit his teeth.

"Why? Is the big wolf getting a little sensitive after cumming? Is that it?" The fox giggled and turned his teasing into a full-fledged stroke, making the wolf grunt with more discomfort. "I have to say, noble Sir Graham, I was admiring your masculinity while I watched you tread through my forest, but I've seen actual boys who had barely just reached adulthood last longer than you. All it took was one little lick to your prick!"

The fox's mockery bothered the wolf greatly. Perhaps it was all the anger and frustration he had already endured piling up, or perhaps it was how the wizard's damn hand made every muscle in his body tense up with flinching discomfort as it rubbed up and down his cock in the most perverse and obscene type of torture he had ever seen. Perhaps it was both, but the paladin cursed inside his head. Screw his teachings, he wanted to put this fox in his place. He wanted to punish him, to make him suffer!

"Aww, am I making you uncomfortable now?" The wizard came closer to him, still on all fours right between the sitting wolf's spread legs. "You should've said so! Don't worry, I can fix this for you..."

Graham looked at him. The hand finally let go of his embarrassingly hard, knotted member, making the wolf let out a small groan of relief. The paladin watched that hand going up, trailing right beside the line of splattered cum he himself had left on his own fur. It went up to his chest, the fox playing around it with a claw for a little while, and then it poked him there.

"Done," the wizard announced. Graham stared at him, snarl beginning to form again, but he didn't feel or see anything different.

"What? What are you saying?" The wolf pulled at his chains. "Foul, dark creature! Are you going to keep me here, in chains? Release me and fight me like a man instead of playing these... these... games of profanity!"

The fox looked like he was nothing if not amused by the wolf's recovery. All Graham could do was watch his hand teasingly going down again. The wolf's growl took a new warning tone as it approached his member again. He was not going to suffer more of that! The paladin was about to curse some more when the fox's actions managed to surprise him again.

When the fox touched his member again, it twitched. It didn't feel tired, spent and sensitive as it had felt just moments ago, but instead, it felt like... like before. The delicate fingers wrapped around his pulsing flesh had drops of precum sprouting from the tip. Pleasure shot through the wolf again. Delightful, forbidden pleasure. The wolf felt his legs grow weak when the fox's hand teased his knot again, it stroking him lightly just as before. The wolf did not know much about sex, but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to work like that.

"What is this? What did you do? Don't- Stop touching me!" The wolf grunted, ears lowering themselves just a little at the thought of having to feel more of that cursed, unwanted pleasure again.

"I told you, I control everything. Doesn't this feel so much better?" The damned wizard brought his other hand along, toying with the wolf's knot, rubbing at the tip. It had Graham huffing and struggling to deny the pleasure, just as he had before.

"Stop! I will hang you by your-hnggh.. entr... hnghf-" Every time the wolf tried to speak the fox teased his member again. A new squeeze, a new stroke. It was like those fingers always knew just where to hit and what to do. Graham had already broken his vow, had already been humiliated and beaten by the scrawny bastard that was that wizard. He could not fall for it again, and yet...

"We have so much to teach you about pleasure, big wolf. You haven't seen anything yet! Maybe this time you'll be able to... properly enjoy everything I'm giving you." The fox grinned. That damned, superior grin that told the wolf he was planning something. It didn't take long for him to figure out what it was, though.

Like before, the fox lowered his muzzle towards the wolf's pulsing cock, but this time he didn't give him a teasing lick like before. This time the fox's long muzzle enveloped the wolf's dick with the warmth of his maw right away, taking half of the wolf's cock into it. The very moment Graham felt that tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, the wolf let out another moan.

Graham's eyes went wide. He was a paladin of the Order of Lupos, yet he had a fox with his muzzle wrapped around his cock. The wizard slowly started to lower his muzzle, taking in inch after inch of the wolf's cock into his maw in a way that made the wolf shiver from the pleasure being inflicted upon him.

"No!!" The wolf managed to growl, but the fox all but ignored him. He kept going, lowering himself, taking more and more of the wolf's sizeable cock into his maw until Graham felt the fox's lip touch the base of his knot. The wizard's paw came to hold the wolf's cock at the base, his fingers teasing that engorged knot again. The wolf had just released his seed. He had done the unthinkable, and yet he already felt like it was about to happen again.

Graham's mind went through that whole painful process again. He couldn't let it happen, he didn't want any of that, and yet as the fox's muzzle started to bob up and down his length in a slow motion he was too weak to even hold back his moaning. He could see the disgusting smile at the corners of the wizard's muzzle, could stare at the fox's eyes looking up at him, could see the pleasure in them as he watched the wolf struggle against the needs of his own body. It was a battle of wills, yet one the paladin could not find a way to win.

Everything happened as it did before. Graham groaned with frustration, then with pleasure. He pulled against his chains, he cursed at the fox with every breath he could spare towards it. He tried to struggle, tried to kick him away, everything to get rid of the pleasure, and yet it continued to grow on him. It grew and grew until the frustration started to shift from being about watching the fox smile as he slowly trailed his tongue around his cock to instead being over how agonizingly slow that tongue was.

It brought back the guilt and made him fight his drive to hump forward. It made the wolf feel angry that the fox was making him feel that burning need to shove his knot up and feel that warmth enveloping it. Somehow, it all felt worse with him knowing what was coming when it ended. His body craved more of that forbidden pleasure. The fox could see that, Graham knew that much, and it made everything so much worse. He felt it coming, felt the inevitable pleasure he was trying so hard to fight for and against at the same time rushing through him and just like that, as it rose, the fox slowly withdrew his muzzle from his cock until his lips rested just an inch above the tip of the wolf's pulsing member. It gleamed against the chapel's sunlight, coated in the wizard's saliva.

"You horny wolf," the wizard teased with a giggle. Graham was catching his breath. He felt so much pleasure. Too much. He knew he was about to go over the edge again, yet he fought with all of his will to keep trying to keep his mind clear of the thoughts of what his body wanted.

"Let yourself feel it. You've already broken your vows. What's the harm in admitting you're my big, horny wolf? Isn't that so much better than being a paladin?" The fox's voice was full of mockery. He used his tongue to lap at the tip of the wolf's cock as he spoke, but the words dug deep nonetheless. The mockery made the shame of his actions burn within the bound wolf.

"I will never yield!" Graham managed to keep his voice steady despite being short of breath. The fox, however, just smiled.

"It's not really your choice..."

And with that, the wizard's muzzle enveloped the wolf's member again. He tried to resist. He tried with all of his might, but maybe it was exactly because he did that, when Graham felt himself succumbing to the pleasure of the fox's tongue, his frustration rose to a peak alongside his orgasm.

He grit his teeth as hard as he could to keep himself from moaning to the fox again, but he could not deny the powerful pleasure that overcame him for the second time. Guilty, blissful pleasure that had his cock pumping another load of cum that the fox took into his muzzle willingly. Graham could see through his unfocused eyes as the fox swallowed a mouthful of cum, then another, all while smiling and looking up at him with that same look of mockery that HIM the joke of the situation.

Just as before, as soon as the pleasure started to fade the fox's tongue on his cock started to feel uncomfortable instead of pleasurable. The guilt of what he had done, or let it be done to him, washed over the wolf all over again, bringing an exhausted, faint growl from his muzzle. The fox slowly rose from his member, making sure to suckle and slurp it all the way up to the tip on the way up and making the wolf wince as he did.

The wizard licked his lips.

"Now you get to tell all of your friends you got your first blowjob. It's what every young man wants!" The excitement with which the fox spoke made the wolf glower at him. Hatred towards the wizard burned within him in a way he had seldom ever felt before. He had to get out. He WOULD punish him. But where were the others? Not even Velven, which had been left nearby, had come to check on him after all that time! The fox trailed a finger through the wolf's knotted, hard and sensitive length in a playful manner.

"Now now, you're almost a man. Isn't that wonderful? But... I feel like there's something missing..." The fox made a face that was, obviously, an exaggerated mockery of a thoughtful an expression. Graham, angry as he was, tried to use the opportunity to, in one swift motion, bend his leg over and kick him straight in the muzzle. He would have hit him, but the fox, without even looking at him, dodged the kick simply by leaning to the side at the last moment and, in the process, also took hold of his ankle with one of his paws. The wolf growled and tried to pull his leg free, but the fox's grip was impossibly strong.

"Tsc, tsc, tsc. That's not nice. And after all the good times we had together!" The wizard made himself sound offended. He brought his other hand up and gave the wolf's erect, sensitive cock a hard flick with his fingers, which made Graham let out a soft grunt as his cock bobbed back and forth.

"When I get out of here, you will not have the benefit of mercy. It will just be my sword against your throat." The wolf meant every word he said. It was uncharacteristic of him and he was aware of that. He hated the fox for bringing out that in him as well, but it had gone too far. Too far.

"Your honorable paladin threats are starting to get old, you know." For once, the fox didn't seem all that amused when he spoke. Graham was glad for a moment. The fox, however, brought his paw down to get a hold of his other ankle as well. The wolf tried to pull his leg out of the fox's hold right away, but just as the other grip this one was impossibly strong. The wolf growled and looked at the fox just in time to see him opening a smirk again.

"I think we should continue your teaching." With those simple words, the fox retreated, then stood up with both of the wolf's free ankles still in each paw. He forced Graham's legs to be spread and, with wrists still spread and bound to the altar behind him and chains holding his chest to it, he couldn't do anything against it.

"Let go!" The wolf ordered. The muscles of his legs bulged with the strength with which he tried to pull away, but the fox didn't even look like he had to make any effort to hold him. Slowly, the fox lifted his legs up. He kept going higher and higher and the wolf who was leaning against the altar found himself sliding downwards. The chains against his chest and neck loosened enough for his torso to slide down somehow. Then, his rear got lifted up as the fox started pushing his raised legs forward towards himself.

Graham was as flexible as any canine, so soon he found himself with nothing but his upper back and head still held against the altar. The chain that was around his chest before rested against his neck, just under his chin. His arms were still forced to be up against his sides in an even more uncomfortable position that pulled at the chains holding his wrists to the limit. His still erect cock was pointing straight at his face with him slightly bent over, enough so that the smell of his own musk mixed with the faint scent of the fox's saliva made him twitch his nose in disgust. The wolf struggled as much as he could to get out of that position, grunting and cursing at the fox who just kept looking down at him with a growing smile.

And then, the fox simply let go of his ankles. Yet, when he did, his legs didn't fall. Not even the pressure around his ankles faded away. Graham saw the fox take a step back, hands free and waving towards him, then with urgency, he looked up to see that chained manacles, just as the ones that held his wrists, had appeared around his ankles. The chains were also linked to the altar behind him through hooks that didn't exist a moment before and were stretched to their limit, meaning that even though the wolf forced against the chains right away, they didn't give in. He couldn't change his position. He was stuck with his arms still spread, rear lifted up and legs spread up in the air above him.

"What is- Undo this! Undo this right NOW!" Anger overcame the wolf. How had the wizard done that? Just how much magic did he possess?! Graham knew that his physical struggling wasn't going to break those chains regardless of them being real or not, but his anger urged him to try. He tried and tried until he was left panting again. And the fox just watched.

"Had enough?" The tone of unceasing mockery had the wolf snarling up at him again. The new position wasn't just uncomfortable. It was also humiliating! He had to fight to keep his ears from folding back in further embarrassment.

"Break these chains! You foul, perverted, degenerate deviant!" The wolf felt like he could shout in frustration.

"Unshackle you? And then lose this beautiful new view I just got?" The fox went down to his knees in front of the wolf. Graham growled with more vehemency as a warning, but the fox, of course, didn't pay it any mind. It was only when the fox's paw came to his lifted read, when his finger playfully circled the wolf's most intimate, exposed place, that Graham noticed what else that new position could entail. The wolf's eyes flew wide at the very same time the fox's grin spread over his muzzle.

"NO!" The wolf's shout echoed through the empty chapel space. The fox's grin did not fade, nor did his finger stop playing around the wolf's rear. The wizard didn't even say anything. He simply moved to stand up. Before, Graham had been avoiding it and trying not to look, but both because of his new position and because of the threat it posed... The wolf looked up to see the fox towering over his bent over, bound self. With a pair of hanging, furry, cream-colored balls just like his own and a sheath above it, the fox's member had a light pink tone to it even in full hardness as it was. It was obscene to the wolf, looking at another man's privates, but the fox seemed to continue to enjoy every bit of it. His hand came down to casually caress and stroke his own hard member.

"You will NOT defy me in such a way! I am a HOLY paladin! I am bound by the will of Lupos! I am a MALE and such depravities will NOT be forgiven!" The wolf's snarl was angry enough for droplets of spit to fly out of his muzzle as he cursed. He pulled and pulled against all the chains not minding the steel chafing his wrists and ankles, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get away.

"It bothers you so much, doesn't it? Such a sweet, sweet mix of feelings spinning inside you. Going around and around like a tornado..." The fox licked his lips as he spoke. His grin hadn't faded, and then the vulpine moved forward, kneeling right in front of the bound wolf. Graham's efforts to get away increased tenfold as the fox calmly set himself over him, one paw caressing the underside of the wolf's thigh. He positioned himself so that his erection sat right over the wolf's lifted rear. Just feeling the hard member against his rear sent the wolf into a frenzy.

"I WON'T let you do this!! By my honor, I SWEAR that if you touch me I'll make you pay for it! Get that... that THING away from me!" The wolf's voice was law, his teeth showing, his hackles raised. His own member was still hard, but only because his knot was still inflated keeping it out of its sheath. Seeing the red, throbbing meat bouncing in front of his face while he struggled only served to further fuel his rage over what the damn wizard had already done to him.

"You're starting to get a little loud for my tastes, big wolf." The fox looked mildly annoyed again, which for the wolf, was a win.

"I will continue to be as LOUD as I have to be in order for yo-MMFGH!" The wolf's fervent wording got cut off as in another one of the fox's lightning flash movements, Graham felt something get shoved straight into his muzzle. He bit down on it, then immediately used his tongue to try to push it out, but as soon as he did his face twisted itself into a disgusted expression.

The wizard above him opened a brand new grin. His paw came back to the wolf's muzzle, calmly this time, and gently pressed what was obviously a piece of cloth deeper into the bound wolf's maw. Deeper and deeper it went until the paladin was gagging a little with the cloth almost touching his throat. He shook his head and continued to try to push it out, but with his tongue alone he would never succeed. The cloth was too big and too firmly lodged inside. He needed to pull it out himself, but all his hands could do was clench into hard fists of rage.

"Hmmghhf! HMMMGH! HMHGF HMGHF!" The wolf wanted to continue shouting his frustrations at the wizard, but his voice was no longer more than a few muffled, barely intelligible, quiet words. What really, really angered him wasn't just the gagging itself. It was the fact that, with his tongue that still actively insisted on pushing the disgusting piece of clothing out, he could taste and know that the wizard had shoved his own worn loincloth into his maw. The piece of clothing he wore under all of his armor in the heat. He hadn't changed that ever since they had begun their journey through those woods all those days ago!

"Ah, that's much better." The fox pretty much hummed with delight while Graham still thrashed in his bonds. "Now we can get on with the main act, right? Aren't you looking forward to it? I know I am."

Graham made an effort to growl, but not even that came out properly with his underwear stuck inside his muzzle. The paladin didn't want to admit he was helpless, but all he could do was watch as the fox licked his lips. As he took hold of his cock again and stroked it a few more times, then made sure to keep making eye contact with the raging wolf while he gave his own paw a few erotic licks. He slathered his own saliva with a slow rub over his own member. It was everything the wolf loathed. Every moment that passed, every time the fox used his hips to grind his member right against the wolf's forcefully upturned ass made the paladin feel more and more violated. More helpless. And he hated it.

There was no avoiding what followed. Graham tried with all of his might to protest, but he was still forced to watch as the fox slowly used his hand to line the tapered tip of his cock right against his entrance. To feel as he held the tip there, pressing right against it, threatening to violate him in the most intimate way possible.

At that moment the paladin's ears finally fell. A rare display that was almost one of fear came from Graham. He shook his head, he looked at the fox, tried to make out words, but the wizard wasn't interested in any of that. If anything, his anxiety seemed to feed and delight the twisted fox just as everything else had. He licked his lips, looked extremely pleased with himself and grinned. And then he pressed forward.

"HMMMGHFFF!" The first thrust had Graham pretty much shouting over his gag. It was something he had never dreamed of feeling before. The fox sank half of his member in one swift, brutal thrust that brought pain to the wolf, then laughed as Graham tensed up at rattled every single chain holding him down with his struggling. He kept his member there like that with the wolf's tailhole clenching hard against the intruder in pure reflex. The fox above him let out a groan of delightful pleasure but held himself right there.

Being forced to look up at the wizard with half of his cock buried into his tailhole and his own hard, knotted member right in front of his face was, without a doubt, the most humiliating experience of the paladin's life. The wolf was panting, but the pain of the initial rough entrance was fading away. It didn't make the experience any better at all, though.

"Mmmm... You feel so tight, wolf. How lucky of me to be the first to have the honor of fucking you!" The fox giggled as he taunted him. It brought sparks of anger back to the humiliated wolf. Enough for him to tug at his chains, but applying strength only made his muscles tense in a way that made him feel the wizard's member lodged inside him. The wizard leaned forward bringing his muzzle closer to the wolf's and, though Graham turned his away, the fox still dared to give the side of the wolf's furry muzzle a lick. Graham let out another faint, muffled growl right away. "Thank you for granting me this privilege."

The fox laughed once more. That irritating, mocking laughter of amusement. Graham began fighting against the chains again, but the fox's respite was over. The wizard pushed forward, making the wolf tense up again as he watched the wizard's member sinking further into him. Defiling him. The amount of anger and frustration the wolf felt was almost unbearable.

Inch by inch, the fox slowly pushed it in. It hurt to some extent, but not nearly as much as the first penetration had. Still, the wolf grunted as the small seconds stretched themselves by until the fox's cock was hilted inside. All that sat outside was the fox's sheath which, in turn, was slightly bulged due to the canine knot still hidden within.

"You took it all! Aren't you proud? How does it feel, hmm?" Despite the fox's continued taunting, the wolf simply looked away. He was so beyond breaking his vows. Shame washed over him as he thought about it.

"But, what's that? Are you not enjoying yourself, by any chance? Oh no, we can't have that!" The wizard made a small act of acting surprised by that fact. Graham glanced at him mustering another growl. Again, it frustrated him to no end that there was nothing he could do when the fox took hold of his own member which was only starting to flag. The wizard stroked him once, then twice, then thrice... and at first, it was uncomfortable as it had been before. Then, just as it had happened the first time, something changed. From one second to the other it no longer felt spent and sensitive, but instead, arousal filled him. Graham felt and watched his cock hardening again right in front of his face. The wolf's dark red knot was still engorged and the tip almost touched his nose. The smell of his own musk was disturbing and disgusting. The fox's stroking started bringing him pleasure again even if that was the very last thing he wanted in that situation.

"That's beeeetter..." The fox cooed with a grin. "I'm a very considerate partner, you see. I make sure my companions get as much enjoyment as I do. It's good manners, really." More giggling. Graham pulled at the manacles holding his wrists up with agony. He wanted to punch that grinning muzzle so badly.

Yet, the stroking continued. Soon the fox started pulling out of him, which brought the wolf that plethora of feelings to deal with again, but this time there was little ceremony before he sunk himself back in. Then out, then in, and in a matter of minutes, the wolf was being forced to watch from up close as the fox fucked him right there and then.

He was very vocal about it, too. The wizard had absolutely no reservations about moaning out loud or occasionally dropping another taunt at how tight his ass was or how good it felt. Graham hated every second of it. Or, at least, he wanted to hate it. At first, it was easy. It hurt, it was wrong in so many ways, it was outrageous!

As the fucking grew in rhythm, however, the pain slowly gave way to a whole new array of feelings and sensations he didn't know existed. The orgasm and the blowjob had been tainting experiences by themselves. They introduced him to a pleasure of the flesh he wasn't meant to feel. The kind that led to corruption and temptation. The fucking was the worst kind of it, Graham knew in his head, and yet he couldn't deny how intense it felt.

Every time the fox thrust into him, it was as if he knew just how to do it. Every time that cock penetrated him, violated him, another small burst of unwanted pleasure coursed right through his body. To make matters worse, the fox didn't let go of his member either. He kept stroking it in tandem with his own thrusts, which made it resonate with the unwanted pleasure he was getting from the fucking in an even better, or worse, way. It made all the pain and aching of the awkward position he was bound in fade in the background of all the pleasure.

Graham fought to keep the pleasure from clouding his mind, but it was so hard. When his body was experiencing such bliss, the wrongness didn't seem THAT wrong, but he couldn't allow himself to think that. Small groans and moans escaped even through his gagged muzzle and even when the fox's knot started growing and pulling his sheath back, the sight of it didn't feel as terrifying as he felt it should feel. He got to watch as it pressed against his entrance with every thrust, got to feel right against his ass with full knowledge that the fox would want to shove that into him somehow.

For Graham, every second felt like a minute. Every minute felt like an hour. The fucking went on, but it wasn't that long before his dark red, throbbing cock was drooling precum over his already matted stomach and chest fur again. The fox's moans echoed through the chapel as the fucking sped up, the feelings more intense. The wolf knew he was getting too close to cumming again, but though he did try to voice his objections through the pleasure of that wrongness, he couldn't. He could only struggle helplessly, groan and feel it. He was close and he knew the fox was too. His moans grew more frequent, the thrusts grew more potent. But, after hilting his cock inside all the way, the fox suddenly stopped. His hand still had a tight grip on Graham's member and the wizard himself was panting, but he came to a halt.

"I knew you would come to enjoy it..." The fox grinned down at him. Why did he have to do this? Stopping right as the wolf was about to achieve his guilt always made it worse. It made the pleasure tone itself down just enough for him to feel aware of everything. Graham shook his head and huffed at him.

"Yeah, right. I don't know, though. I think you might be enjoying it a little too much. If only..." The fox's grin never faded. It was as if all of his words were carefully measured to taunt him and make him feel worse about himself. The wizard's eyes lighted up, though, and he gave the wolf a malicious look. "I know what to do!" He exclaimed in a happy tone.

The hand holding Graham's cock let go of it, but not before going past the tip to take the drop of precum lingering there into his fingers. He licked it up tauntingly, still grinning, and then right before Graham's eyes, he started to... change. Again.

The fox's fur darkened. His features became somewhat blurry and his form grew bigger. Every small shape changed and, in a matter of seconds, Graham was no longer looking at the fox anymore but instead, he looked upon the form of his god, Lupos, that the fox had taken to trick him at the beginning. Even his cock still buried to the knot inside his ass had changed to a deep, dark red just as his own was. Graham could also swear that the knot looked bigger.

Just as before, his eyes weren't really visible but instead shone with a golden light as if he were some kind of god indeed. The malicious grin remained, however, looking quite unseemly in Lupos' serious appearance. Graham's ears lowered themselves slightly.

"Better? I mean, you spent so much time worshipping Lupos. Might as well let your little god use you in... other ways!" The fox's original voice was gone, replaced again by that rougher tone that he had used to impersonate the wolf's god before. His tone was still the same mocking one, however. The sight was truly disturbing to the wolf. The image of Lupos, as he had always envisioned, brought him more guilt over what he was doing. Or what was being done to him.

"What? Never pictured your god fucking you silly? I bet some of those other paladins have!" The fox's laughter sounded weird and wrong in that rougher voice, but it was still the same in essence. The sight got more disturbing when one of the fox's, or rather, the god's hands came to his thigh and the other returned to grip his cock. Then he started pulling his cock back, which was indeed dark red like a wolf's, like his own, and resumed fucking him.

The pleasure had never felt so wrong. Graham closed his eyes in an attempt to forgo the sight of Lupos fucking him. It was the wizard's illusion, he knew that very well, but that didn't erase the wrongness of it. The blasphemy! And the pleasure... Every thrust, as rough as they were at that point, made the wolf shiver. Made his cock throb with renewed arousal. The stroking came back faster than ever and he knew he was about to give in to it.

"Such tightness..." The wizard said in the voice of Lupos, grunting with effort as he kept thrusting in and out. "Such delightful tightness. Can you feel it? Graham, Graham, you're going to be closer to your god than you've ever been!"

Graham wasn't sure about what that meant. He didn't care, he didn't want to listen. The wolf had a different focus in his mind and that was avoiding the point of no return. He was so close and he already knew he couldn't fight it, but he had to try. The wolf bit down on the cloth inside his maw, but every stroke against his length, every thrust... They were growing more and more intense, pressing harder and harder against his tailhole every time. He was going to-

"Not yet. Not quite yet, wolf. We need to sync!" The wizard's voice came just as he felt like the pleasure was about to hit him, but then it didn't quite come. Graham had to moan, he couldn't hold back, for he felt himself at the very, very edge of orgasm. He didn't want it, but his whole body trembled and tingled anticipating it. Yet, it still didn't come. Instead, he just heard the wizard grunting in Lupos' voice against him. He felt each harsh thrust hard against his ass while his body screamed for the pleasure he was about to feel but wasn't coming.

Graham's eyes snapped open. He felt a new kind of pain, Lupos above him pretty much howled and then he got to see right in front of his eyes how that large knot spread his ass apart, finally beating its resistance, and then sinking into him. Graham himself would have screamed if he could, but instead, he just bit on his gag and felt his eyes watering.

"YES! Now, wolf, NOW!" Lupos's voice echoed above him. He could feel the god's, or the actually the wizard's, cock deeper inside him than ever before. He could feel as it started throbbing when the wizard started to cum, but he had no time to feel bad about it. The wizard's order was like some sort of release. The pleasure that had been building up and begging to be let out washed over him all at once and, for the third time, Graham experienced a forbidden orgasm that flooded him with pleasure.

He saw his own cock throbbing right in front of his face, then the first jet of wolf spunk hit him right on his face, splashing on his right eye. He felt a sting and closed both of them, then simply forced himself to suppress his muffled moans as he rode the forbidden pleasure. He felt each jet of warm, sticky seed hitting his own muzzle, one right over his nose filling it with its smell, another right into his semi-open maw hitting the gag inside it and forcing him to taste a hint of saltiness. He turned his muzzle away and got some on his neck too, but the pleasure he was feeling was too high for him to really worry about it at that moment.

For a few blissful seconds it was all about the pleasure, and then it started winding down again. His cock drooled the last remnants of cum over his chest, joining the dry patches of it from his first orgasm. The fox, wolf or whatever he really was was panting above him. Graham opened his eyes slowly, though his right one was still stinging after getting hit with cum, so he kept it closed. The paladin could no longer keep his ears up. They stayed folded over his head in shame and disgrace as he stared at the form of Lupos with his knot stuck to him.

The wizard didn't mock him right away. He could see Lupos' bright eyes looking down at him with a triumphant smirk on his face, but the wizard said nothing. The silence only made Graham feel more ashamed of himself. He broke his vow of chastity, felt the pleasure he wasn't supposed to feel, let the wizard take him in the most perverted way like some common whore. He was covered in his own seed, the smell lingering on his nose, his eye still stinging from it. His shame felt... overwhelming.

"There there, my brave paladin..." The fox finally spoke, though still in the voice of Lupos. His hand came to his muzzle to caress it, but Graham pulled away with a muffled growl. "It's not so bad, is it? Mmmmm... so much shame. So much of it... It's delicious."

Graham got to see the form of his own god licking his lips in the same lewd way the wizard had done before. That hand that had come to his muzzle slowly lowered itself to the wolf's spent member again.

"It will be alright. All you have to do is focus on the pleasure instead. Isn't that great? We'll have you begging for more of it soon enough..." The wizard's hand caressed the underside of his cock. As that paw passed over it, the same thing happened again. The exhaustion was gone in a blink, replaced by arousal that Graham felt as soon as that hand came back up to tease the tip of his member. Then it gripped it again and started a slow stroke once more.

The wolf groaned with frustration. He pulled against his chains in a weak, yet desperate way, but his will to fight against the rising pleasure of that hand stroking his cock was already considerably weaker than it had once been. He was more and more sure that he wouldn't be able to get out of there on his own accord. If only...

"Don't worry that little head of yours," the wizard said in his original voice. "Your friends will be experiencing the same kind of pleasure. Well... some of them will." Graham's ears folded back even more. Could he really read his thoughts? Who could possibly possess such incredibly powerful kinds of magic? Just as he thought that, the wolf lifted his head and blinked in surprise.

The form of Lupos was still in front of him, cock knotted to his ass, hand around his member caressing it. By his side, however, stood another figure. The fox. The wizard. Except that this time, there was one main difference. Instead of one fluffy tail swinging back and forth behind him, there were... two. The wizard simply grinned at him and nodded towards the form of Lupos, who immediately gripped the wolf's member harder and started stroking it faster again.

Graham grunted with more unwanted arousal, but before he could say anything the fox simply winked at him, then disappeared. The 'wolf' god in front of him, however, simply gave his stuck knot a tentative tug and sped up his stroking.