The Face-Stealer 2
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Tybalt, the Paladin of Love, has encountered a cryptid creature that steals the faces of those it surprises. Now, entwined in a battle of endurance and of love itself, Tybalt my try to show this creature the error of its ways or risk losing his own face. Can his holy sword smite the good out of the Face-Stealer? Or will we face the climax of Tybalt's holy quest?
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Tybalt runs his hands up along the creature's thighs, pulling its legs up around his body as he scoots closer, his manhood and the creature's colliding
It gasps, a shuddering voice coming out of its mouth before it smirks and wraps its long-spindly hands over Tybalt's neck. It rocks its hips, with it and the paladin's swords clashing before it pushes forward, lipless mouth locking with the full lips of the knight.
Tybalt grabs the face-stealer's hair. Throughout the whole ordeal, he thinks not of the sensuality of the situation, but of the grim words of the creature. Of this dark queen, and all that her existence implies
He breaks from the kiss, and the long black tongue of the face-stealer wriggles out, needfully groaning for him. Tybalt spins him around, the monster's chest pressing against the wall, hands scratching at the wood as it pants, sticking its ass out.
Tybalt grips those cheeks, spreading them apart, his length running down along the crack before finding its hole. “Here it comes," Tybalt says. “I shall burn all the evil out of you with my mighty smiting blade."
“Go ahead and try, fuckboy…" the face-stealer taunts. “I'll love to put that face of yours in my collection." He licks around his mouth. “It will be so fun, jacking off in front of a mirror with that voice groaning and-" he stops, hissing as Tybalt's head penetrates his hole. Tilting his head back, the face-stealer groans out, panting as the paladin pushes himself inside.
“H… aaahh… it's… so-so warm!" he gasps.
Tybalt's hand presses against the creature's chest as he brings the creature's back against his own. “That is the healing power, cleansing the taint in your heart. If there is no good inside you, then you will surely be smitten by me."
The face-stealer shoves his hips back, taking the paladin in deeper. “Haaa…aah… If I don't fuckin' die, I'll be smitten with that cock, either way! Too bad it'll be useless without your face!"
Tybalt shoves the creature forward as his other hand reaches around, wrapping fingers around its length. The way his gauntlets are built, warm fabric and soft skin meet the phallus with a smooth stroke.
“I would rather you didn't" Tybalt says, slowly pulling out and pushing inside, his palm providing the same rhythm for the monster's shaft.
The face-stealer's hair falls over its blank face. “T… the fuck? You getting all emotional? What are you, gay?"
Tybalt lets go of the cock but reaches under his thighs and lifts him up. Stepping aside, the paladin finds the bony creature easy to carry over towards the farmer's full-length mirror. “You can see, can't you?" Tybalt asks.
The face-stealer's legs are spread apart, his cock bouncing with each bounce upon the paladin's proud pole, his mouth open in pants of lusty exhaustion. The face-stealer reaches behind Tybalt, gripping onto his hair as he sees the seen before him, his tongue out, drooling. “F… fuck…"
“You are a creature of this world. No matter how corrupted you may be on the outside. It is what is inside you that matters!"
The creature squeezes the knight's skull, shaking his head. “N… nuhgghh..!
“You have a chance to undo what you've done to these people! Give up their faces and let the healing wash over you! Please…" His last word comes as a sigh, one with a defeated attitude, despite the fact he, too, can clearly see the pre oozing on the tip of the face-stealer's cock, clearly showing that he would soon erupt with the paladin having no sign of slowing down.
“I… I can't!" he groans, moving his hands back to his own hair now.
“But do you want to? For me?" Tybalt asks, stepping forward, the face-stealer's cheek pressing against the mirror. “For the people you took?"
The creature's mouth hangs open, with each thrust, his face shifts. The farmer, his wife, their daughter, and many others. He pounds his fist against the glass, screaming out into the night as he releases, spurting out all over the reflection as the warmth of the paladin's consecrated cum coats his colon.
Tybalt stands back, releasing from him, oozing from the tip as he stands tall, looking down at his conquest.
The face-stealer groans, laying on his stomach, his legs spread, a groan rising from his throat.
“I…. I'm sorry…" he croaks.
Immediately, Tybalt scoops him up, wrapping his arms around the creature and kissing him once more, this time upon the cheek. “I'm happy for you. You have seen the error of your ways. Now please… prepare for the healing."
The face-stealer tenses up, his head bent back and his mouth wide open as swirls of light shoot out from within his throat, flying off in all directions. His screams are terrible, but Tybalt holds him close during the whole distressing ordeal.
Eventually, the light fades, and the face-stealer collapses into Tybalt's arms, sweating, panting, and totally spent.
“Now… let us stop this evil once and for all," the Paladin says. “And tell me about this queen you spoke about.
A groan from behind them make them look over their shoulders, only to see the farmer stumbling out of his bed. His eyes widen and he covers himself up, shouting. “What the hell are yew two doin' in my room!?"
Tybalt chuckles, standing and pulling the face-stealer up with him. “We were just leaving for a greater purpose, sir."