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"Today your heathen blood stains the dust at my feet."

The paladin's voice echoed throughout the sombre throne room. The Lion's fist gripped tightly against a massive sword, coated in dark blood, as he glared down the line at the heretical sorcerer beyond him. On the other side, sneered a crazed looking hare, lanky but not scrawny. He was adorned in purple silks, emblazoned with gold trims and garnished with opulent jewels. On his head was a diadem, with a red, throbbing gemstone embedded in the center. He was reclined back on a massive obsidian throne, draped with blood red velvet and topped with a massive fantastical skull.

The Lion was decked out in full plate armor that seemed to glow silver in the magical torches aligning the pillars of the throne room. His full mane, ashen-blonde, and his tawny fur was drizzled with the sweat of his holy mission. His breathing was stable, even after dispatching the sorcerer's familiars, cleaving through their demonic bodies with all of his might, he didn't appear to show any hint of exhaustion.

"Who are you to call me heathen, zealot?" The sorcerer sneered at the massive lion, who brandished his silver sword menacingly.

"I am the sword of his holy might, Theodore Rosehein! You have corrupted the people of Silhain with your dark magics, I will put a stop to your unholy machinations!"

"I have corrupted nothing. The people begged me, Yanari, to use my magics on them, to...'better them'."

"You have twisted their flesh, their minds with your cursed powers, my blade will put an end to their suffering once I have cleaved the head off your shoulders!" Theodore roared. He rushed forward, his holy magic amplified his speed, and within a second he was in front of the sorcerer, bringing his sword down on the hare. Only for his sword to cleave into hard obsidian with a resounding crash, as the sorcerer escaped his wrath in a puff of sulfuric smoke.

Yanari appeared at the other end of the throne room, hands on his hips, a look of annoyance on his face.

"So rude, are all paladins this violent? no wonder your church is losing followers." A flick of the wrist, and a massive sphere of lightning shot from his hand, bearing down on the paladin. The air sizzled and seemed to bend from the sphere as it crackled with unholy might.

Theodore raised his shield against the onslaught. As the sphere collided with his blessed metal, sparks flew and scattered across the floor.

"Your magics fail against his holy might." Theodore smirked. "My faith will protect me, as much as it will end you."

"God you religious types are all the same." lamented Yanari. he nonchalantly fired more spheres of dark lightning on the paladin. "Same religious delusion, different God."

Theodore brushed each shot of lighting against his holy armor and shield. The spells fizzled and danced along the black floor at the lion pushed forward, muscles straining his his silver armor as he pushed back magic after magic. His bright blue eyes glowed from the sparks as he kept them trained on the sorcerer, who was visibly growing frustrated. His eyebrows pursed in an increasingly furrowed state, this was a war of attrition and one he was most disadvantaged the longer it went through.

Theodore was in range, he swung his sword at Yanari, who managed to deflect each blow with timed spells and barriers. However each one cracked and shattered against the sword's strikes. As soon as he put up one barrier, it would only shatter like glass. Theodore kept the onslaught up, noticing the frustration building up in the sorcerer, the fear growing on his face. Just a bit more and he would run the heretic through with his blade. Blow after blow came on, barely giving the hare a chance to throw his magic up. The lion grew confident, and it came to a peak as the hare threw his hands up and only sparks came out.

"This is your end!" The Lion threw his weight behind his sword, as he swung down on the sorcerer's head. Yanari had a trick up his sleeve, turning into smoke again right before the blade connected.

"Your tricks won't get the better of me again!" Theodore cried out as he flung his blade behind him, a gargled screech confirmed his aim as the sword embedded itself into the hare sorcerer as he materialized behind the Lion. The sword had run through his spine and carved a hole to his front.

Confident, Theodore basked in the victory for only a second, before the carved sorcerer suddenly fizzled away into sparks, not smoke. The sword that was in him fell with a clatter to the floor.

"Illusion..." he gasped in realization, too late. He had spun around, panic in his eyes, as he was met with the view of the sorcerer's hand in front of his face. A hand that had ignited with a blaze of lightning directly into his unprotected head.

The force threw the lion's smoking body through the air across the throne room. Pain rocked his senses and he couldn't tell up from down, left from right. There was a fierce ringing in his ears as in his blurred vision, he could see the tell tale shape of the sorcerer slowly sauntering down the hall at him.

He saw the glint of silver just next to his head; his sword! He quickly reached a hand towards it, only for the hare to flick it away with his magic. Theodore's eyes darted until he found his shield. Notcing his gaze, Yanari did away with that too, sending both sword and shield to the corners of the room, far away from Theodore's reach.

Theodore reached for his belt, a magic sigil to give him respite, maybe some potions for strength or scrolls for holy magic. But before he could reach for it, Yanari dissipated into a cloud of coiling smoke, materializing with his clutched around the Lion's mane covered throat.

"Pray to your God, pussy cat." jeered the sorcerer. As lightning crackled from his hand into the Paladin.

Theodore let out a strained silent scream as pain ripped through his body, his vision filled with white as his mind was unable to focus on anything other than the sheering agony of his muscles convulsing with unholy magic. Soon the sorcerer's onslaught ended, the scorched body of the paladin still held in the grip of the Hare's hand.

Theodore hung on to the barest thread of consciousness, weakened. The pain made him nauseous, his stomach churned from the shock and he felt he could vomit pure bile onto the floor.

"You come into my home with your delusions of religious right, hoping to murder me. Do not think I will take this lightly, Paladin. Do not think your suffering ends here."

Theodore's head spun around, his eyes opened as a dull vision greeted his eyes. He realized he was in a different room, smaller, more contained. Shelves of dire relics and ominous vials of diabolical potions lined the walls. Small instruments, like those of a doctor's kit, hung on hooks above him. He tried to move his aching body, but the weight of fatigue kept him down, as well as the leather restraints at his wrist, neck, trunk and ankles.

But most of all, the one thing that bothered him the most of his predicament, was that he couldn't feel his armor, his gloves, his tunic or trousers. He could feel by the cold air blowing against his body that he was naked. His well developed bulky muscular self was on display, as naked as the day he was born. His tawny fur covered his stocky muscular self, with the armor on it was obvious that he was well built, years of hard weapons training and manual labor in religious service made sure to give him a body men would be envious of.

His body was unmarred, free of scars and markings, save for the tattooed holy symbol against his abs, dark ink that glared from the light colors of his fur.

He struggled against his grips, grunting with effort to no avail, his body was too weak from the fight and his muscles ached with pain.

"Ah, you're awake." A voice like oil cut through the silent air. Theodore turned his head and saw Yanari the Sorcerer come into the room through an archway.

"You gave me quite the trouble, slicing through my guards and constructs like that. I wonder why don't I just have you killed here and now, your corpse would be more useful..."

"You...unhand...me..." Theodore wheezed weakly.

"But it wouldn't be as entertaining." the Sorcerer mused, as his skinny fingers brushed against the bare thigh of the lion, who could only make meek attempts to jerk away from the hare's hand.

"You see, I could have you killed, but I think it will be more fun to see just what it takes to break you. You holy paladin types always talk about being resolute in your conviction, to resist temptations, of the spirit, of the mind. Of the flesh." he punctuated that last thought by reaching in and groping the genitals of the bound lion. Theodore snarled and pulled against his restraints as violently as he could muster.

"Tell me, when was the last time this was used for something other than pissing? Did you ever use it against a fair maiden, or perhaps a youth in your order, curious about the 'unholy' sin of lust that could only bring pleasure? Was it as useless as your religious bravado? Perhaps I should do you a favor and do away with it."

Ignoring the enraged distress in the lion's eyes, the Hare continued.

"See that wouldn't be fun for either of us. I'm against violence of this nature, and I'm sure you would like to avoid the pain and the blood. So I'm going to do you a favor. See as you know, the town of Silhain make use of my services, because of my wonderful ability to manipulate flesh."

"I turned that boorish town into a bounty of beauties and comely studs. I took the wicked and made them uglier than sin. I took the weak, the lame and disabled, and gave them legs, eyes, hands to live their lives again. And you tried to take that away."

"The body...immaculate...gift from God." he lion grimaced as he snarled each word through gritted teeth.

"Yes, the body is a gift from God. As our gift, we should be able to do with it as we like. Unfortunately I'm not giving you that choice."

The Hare leaned in, until he was face to face with the lion, their muzzles inches away from each other. "I'm going to change you, give you a form that is more pleasant, more useful than whatever it is you are now." he whispered.

"But your body is a gift from god, a rather handsome body, quite pleasing to look at. I'm sure you've been the object of someone's carnal fantasies."

The lion grimaced at the thought. His vow of chastity made sure his body was to remain untouched, pure and immaculate. The idea of being someone's fantasy disturbed him.

"I'm merciful, so I'm going to change one thing about you, Paladin Theodore. But I'm going to change you in a way that will make sure you can never spout your religious drivel with your head held high."

The sorcerer held his hand out, and a glowing orb of light seemed to grow from his palm. It was different than his magic before, unlike before this wasn't diabolical, or unholy, it glowed green; a telltale sign of a blessing from the earth, from nature.

"I call upon the forces of the world, the energies of the earth, the call of the flesh. Let me shape the flesh before me" the sorcerer chanted, through magic not his own. As if in a trance, his monotonous droning filling Theodore's ears "As the seasons change, as the mountains crumble, as the seas dry let me call on the forces of change to shape the flesh before me."

The lion's mane and fur stood on end as a strange primal energy filled the room. Something about this magic scared him more than the unholy magic the Sorcerer had wielded in their battle.

"Heed my call! shape the flesh before me!" The sorcerer called out, before slamming the glowing green orb directly into Theodore's stomach. There was a flash of emerald light that illuminated the room, Theodore weakly cried out as his eyes blinded in magical light again.

It was a long minute before the room dimmed enough for him to see, he could see the Hare, sporting a wide grin from ear to ear. His eyes wide in glee.

"Yes, yes! Perhaps my finest work! Take a look paladin, at the form I have bestowed on you."

Panicked, Theodore's eyes darted over his body seeing...nothing has changed?

His body was the same, the same muscles, the same fur, he couldn't see but he was sure his face felt the same. "What have you done to me?" he called out, weakly.

"Oh you can't see, can you?" the sorcerer gleefully snapped his fingers, and the table that the lion was strapped too, bent and warped. Soon he was sitting up straight, and his legs were spread, exposing him to what the sorcerer had done to him.

The hare had taken away Theodore's manhood, the symbol of his temptations of lust, an obstacle to meditate on. And replaced it with unfamiliar slit of a vagina.

"What did you do!?" He cried out as much as he could, his muscle strained as he pulled his restraints taut.

"I told you. I was going to give you a form that was more useful than what you had before. You weren't using your cock, so you can say I was doing you a favor. But I wasn't." The Hare's hands brushed against the knees, stroking Theodore's leg.

"I did say you were pleasing to look at, I find you quite enticing, quite....ravishing." Yanari hissed the last word in a sneer.

"No! No!" Theodore cried out as he struggled in vain in his restraints, the weight of the words of the mad sorcerer crashing against his being as he realized the fate that was going to befall him.

"Yes! Yes!" the sorcerer gleefully laughed. "I'm going to rape you Paladin, I'm going to desecrate that body of yours, you can never face your order, your god, with the knowledge that my prick is in your cunt." The sorcerer flicked his wrist, and the Bound lion's table creaked and groaned as it changed shape.

Now the lion was bent forward, arms bound to his sides, his legs bent and spread apart wide. Adrenaline surged through his body as he made a last ditch effort to break free.

"Holy one save me."

"He can't hear you, and soon he won't want to." The sorcerer strode between Theodore's quivering legs, he raised a delicate hand, reaching in. Theodore was forced to watch as the Sorcerer's fingers stroked against the new opening.

And a pure jolt of pleasure throbbed from his new crotch. The unfamiliar sensation caused him to gasp through pursed lips.

"Did that feel good? I made sure the one I gave you was more sensitive than a normal woman's. Because, I want you to enjoy this too." The sorcerer leered as his index and middle finger spread the lion's new vulva apart, as he observed his newest 'creation'. All the while, tendrils of pleasure snaked their way through Theodore's nervous system, his body tensed up as unfamiliar feelings of lust and heat pulsed inside of him.

"Look at that, I barley opened you up, and you're getting wet already." Yanari chuckled. "You paladin types are always so pent up, I could probably get you to cum with a finger." With a gleeful laugh, Yanari slid his two fingers into the Lion's cunny with a soft squelching sound.

"Aaargh!" Theodore screamed in protest as he was opened up by the sadistic Hare, a force of pleasure rocked through his body as he was invaded. He jerked and struggled in his bonds as Yanari twisted and thrust his fingers against the sensitive walls of the lion's pussy.

"You should thank me, I went through the trouble of not giving you a hymen. As satisfying as popping your cherry would be, I'd rather we enjoy tonight with no issues." The Sorcerer panted as his fingers manhandled and thrust into the Lion, all the way to his knuckles. "Yes, such a good shape, my finest work..." he breathlessly exclaimed.

"Please...stop..." whimpered the Lion as his body jerked in both shame and pleasure, he could feel the mound between his legs get wetter and wetter as his body was forced into arousal. He could feel weird sensations between his legs. His body jolted and he cried out as the hare's thumb flicked across something just above his pussy.

"Ah, such a wonderful clit. You probably don't even know what a clit is." mocked the Sorcerer, as he withdrew his hand from the depths of the lion, tendrils of fluid briefly connected his fingers to the lion's cunt.

"A beautiful flower, opening up for me. How is it? I'm sure it's quite the pleasure to enjoy, Paladin."

"please...let me go...I promise to leave you..." begged the Lion, his strong facade breaking away .

"But i no longer want you to leave, I want you to stay, be my bitch." The sorcerer bent down as he sniffed the pungent aroma from between the lion's legs. "Such a sweet aroma." Yanari whispered before he dove in, pressing his mouth against the Lion's cunny.

"No! Get out!" begged the lion, delirious as unwanted pleasure shot through his spine, his throbbing cunt opened up to the lips, and tongue of the sorcerer as he violently ate out the lion. The sounds of the lion's whimpering paired with the wet slurps and sounds of messy oral sex. The sorcerer moaned as if enjoying a delicious meal, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled away, strands of spit of vaginal juices staining his face. Without a word he locked his lips around Thedore's tender clit, swirling the nub with his tongue.

"Aaah! Aaah!" The paladin cried out in over stimulation, unlike before the pleasure exploded in him, but it wasn't until the sorcerer shoved two fingers back into his wet cunt that the Paladin was pushed over the edge.

He screamed out loud as his first yonic orgasm ripped through his body, he twisted and jerked as his nervous system sparked up in climax, his mind went blank for a second as his mouth twisted open, his voice growing hoarse. His body shuddered as his strength was sapped and he lay in a crumpled heap against his restraints.

His delirious mind raced with several questions. 'This was pleasure?' this was sexual pleasure? This was wrong...this was unholy...but it felt good, it felt so good.' it was the first bit of pleasure he had been awarded for a long time. His vow of celibacy, his vow to resist temptation was against any hedonistic pleasure. Good food, good companionship, everything was restrained in his service to the Lord. Why was this hidden from him for so long...

No, he had to resist, he was a paladin! He was a fighter for the Holy Might, his god, his strength! His wits began to collect again, as he meekly built up his will again.

"Why, you really liked that didn't you." the hare said mockingly as he wiped the remnants of fluids from his chin, staining his silk sleeve.

"Then I'm sure you're really going to like this." He grabbed the waistband of is silk robe, and with a tug, let them fall to the ground, revealing an erect, throbbing 7 inch cock jutting from the Hare's brown fur.

"No! You're not serious, you can't!" Theodore pleaded, eyes wide as he tried to pull away against.

"I'm not going to hurt you." The sorcerer mused as his fingers traced the holy symbol, smearing vaginal juices against it. "but you'll probably wish I had." Yanari stepped up, with a hand gripped around his erection, he pressed the leaking head against the wet lips of the Lion's pussy.

"Please, I'll do anything you want!"

"You're already doing everything I want. Now let me bring you to heaven." The Sorcerer thrust his hips as the head of his cock split Theodore's cunt open and the first few inches of manhood deflowered the Paladin man.

"NOOOO!" Theodore cried out in defeat as the cock continued it's journey into his body. Tears streamed down his cheeks as hot shame and anguish filled his mind. Only to be replaced by pure sexual pleasure flooding his body like electricity. Soon the sorcerer was bent over him, balls deep against the quivering flower.

"So hot....like a silk fire." breathed the hare excitedly, as he leered over the sobbing lion. He pulled his hips back, letting his cock slide against the lion's sensitive walls achingly slowly. Until the head was inside. Only to thrust back inside all the way in one go. He built up a thrusting rhythm, in and out, in and out, as he violated the Paladin.

Theodore lay there, trying to resist the pleasure that was overwhelming his senses, but he wondered what was the point. Even if he resisted, the state he was in, he couldn't face his order, his brothers and sisters in the religious Might's church. If he died he couldn't face his maker like this, he was defiled, carved with sin, only made worse that on some twisted level, he was beginning to enjoy this.

His soft cries began to be replaced with moans as the rape continued. The Sorcerer gripped his hips for leverage and his thrusts grew harder. Juices dribbled down both their thighs as the perverse love making continued. Theodore threw his head back in defeat as his eyes rolled back, the pleasure mounting more and more.

He cried out again as orgasm shot through his body again, but instead of respite, the thrusting continued. More juices gushed out around the invading member, his body shuddering through the rocky sensations. It wasn't the only climax that ran through him, again and again he came violently, his body jerking, his mane drenched with sweat shook and trembled as he through his head back and screamed his pleasure over and over. With each climax his mind grew more and more dazed, he couldn't think straight, all he could think about were those orgasms, the pleasure rushing through him, creeping into his very soul.

The feeling of shame changed and in its place was the heat of desire, wanting more and more. More pleasure, more cock, more fucking, more and more. The Paladin's mind slipped into something depraved as it was assaulted with more thrusts.

Sweat poured down Yanari's forehead as he continued gyrating his hips. The Lion's cunt was one of his finest work, the other was the delirium forming on the Lion's face as he fucked him more and more. The Lion was drenched, the hot juices dribbled into every nook and cranny of his cock and balls in a way he didn't expect. He wouldn't last long. The comparatively lanky Sorcerer's thrusts grew more and more erratic.

"Take it Paladin...take my heretical seed." he grunted mockingly, as he shoved every inch, getting balls deep into the Lion's cunny as he unloaded a powerful cum load into the deepest depths of the new cunt. At this point, Theodore experienced a magically aided final orgasm, deeper and more powerful then any at this point. His jaws wrenched open in a silent scream as his mind blanked out, no more rational thought, pure hedonistic pleasure. Every inch of his being was gone, replaced by this feral, primal sexual climax.

Once both of them came down from their respective orgasms, The sorcerer wiped his brow as he looked down triumphantly at the ruined paladin in front of him. Eyes lidded over, slumped in his chair with his tongue hanging out, a trail of cunny juices and cum dribbled down his taint, over his hole onto the stonework below.

Theodore was at the cusp of unconsciousness, mind scrambled as it tried to piece together what had happened. However no rational thought came to his mind.

Only the pure desire for more.