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[b][u][center]A Stronger Bond

Part 3

For a-lycotonum

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Andrei had been enjoying a dream of being pursued by the hottest men in Absalom, the bunch of them believing that he was the hottest man that could be found. They were right, of course, as the draconic-blooded human had all the finest features of either species. His face was touched by speckles of scales that enhanced his own looks, like glitter, and his fingers were dotted with precious claws at the tips of his digits. He had height, glamour, everything that one needed to attract a crowd.

Critics, too, but who needed them?

Of course, he [i]had[/i] been enjoying the dream of pursuit, of being chased by his many fans and making them work for it, but then it came to an end. The world went white, and the young man groaned as he realized what it meant.

“Oh, come now, I was in my element!” he called out to the whiteness. “I had everything that I wanted, and now I have to wait another night? You know, this is why I prefer Mr. Right Now. At least he puts out and I don’t have to wait for Mr. Right to be in the mood.”

“Calm yourself, Andrei.”

“Oh, lovely. A woman. And what kind of – oh ho…”

He stopped in his tracks as he turned towards the voice, staring at the speaker. Normally, he didn’t have the time of day for a woman that hadn’t been alchemically altered to suit his tastes, but this one was one that he recognized by species, if not individually. Her beautiful dark skin, her golden ornaments, the way that the sky sang around her as she moved: such a creature could only be one of the Muses.

He bowed at the waist, smiling as he came back up. He flicked his fingers across his cheeks, cocking his head to the side.

“I apologize for my assumptions, oh glorious one.”

“Please, let’s keep this short. I don’t wish to keep you from resting, particularly with the favor I’m going to ask.”

“Ah, a favor? Then allow me to ask one in return, oh great –”

“It is a favor in name only. If you do not, then I will leave you a curse on your abilities so that every lute string breaks, every note cracks, every line quoted is ill-done, and every stage light skips over you for the rest of your career.”

“…”

“Is that clear?”

“Ah, yes, ma’am.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”

She smiled again, and the music, which had stopped like a record skipping when he had asked for a favor in return, started up again. The implications were as clear as they could be. He wasn’t to question her. This wasn’t meant to be a conversation, but the delivery of a message. His presence was only tangentially needed, at that.

Once he showed he understood that, the Muse continued. She gestured for him to walk alongside her, and he did, rather impressed with the cloud-view motif that she was going with.

“As you doubtlessly have guessed, there’s someone that needs help.”

“A story told?” he asked.

“Hardly told just yet. I want to stop it before it becomes a tragedy.”

“Then it must have already become tragic.”

“It has taken a turn, but it may yet be turned around, with a proper rescue.”

“And who is the strapping young man that might be saved?”

“Young woman, Andrei, young woman.”

“…Ah.”

“…You are less than enthused.”

“Ah, no, my Muse, but, um…I was hoping for…”

“…” She sighed. “If you succeed in this particular mission, I will visit you in the evenings, not just for inspiration, but to model various types of wet dreams for you.”

Andrei bit his lips, trying not to say something stupid. After all, no bard would ever dismiss the attention of a Muse, not without leaving themselves cursed for the rest of their natural lives, but…well, that was hardly a reward for a gay man, was it? He could admire her beauty and admit that she was among the loveliest creatures that he had ever seen, but the idea of loving her in his dreams –

“And I will model various shafts.”

“…Well, that does improve the offer, I admit.”

“Do we have a bargain, then?”

“Oh, I think we might. What are the details?”

“Demons, a sorority candidate, and a great deal of brothels.”

“Oooh, splendid.”

“You have far too much enthusiasm for this.”

“My dear Muse, Enthusiasm in my middle name. Andrei Enthusiasm –”

“Just wake up and get to work.”

She snapped her fingers, and just like that, he was falling through the clouds to his sleeping body below.

#

He woke with a start, and considering that a certain ‘Lord’ Densharr was just starting to go down on him, that was quite the wake-up call. Mostly for the catfolk doing it. Densharr jerked back, grabbing his nose from the sudden hip-thrust and impact, while Andrei pulled back in the process of cupping his crotch, hissing at the sudden burning feeling of teeth scrapes along the sides of his dick.

“NNnnngh…”

“That was…unpleasant,” Densharr said.

“Mmmph…all you got was a nose boop…”

“All? All you received was a mere scrape.”

“Across my dick! Oh, my precious scepter…”

“A little overly generous there…”

“Shut up.”

The pair of them moaned and groaned for a few minutes as they slowly came down from the sting and pain that they had just received. When the pair of them could stop thinking about sore noses or stinging dicks, they were able to sit up on the cheap bed that they shared. The frame shook worryingly, and they froze for a moment until it settled.

Of course, that wasn’t enough to stop the thump from below. Bang, bang, bang went a broomstick against the attic floor.

“Stop fucking each other!” an older female voice shouted up. “If you want to do that, go to the basement or the inn!”

“Sorry, mother!” Densharr called back down.

Andrei would have preferred something far grander than an attic bedroom, but when he had no money – or home, for that matter – and Densharr had collected all his money into the workings of the cult he was part of, they were limited in options for intimate space. The pair of them just had to deal with it, and that was something that they were getting better at doing.

However, they had other focuses now. As Densharr shook his head, Andrei leaned in.

“We have a rescue mission,” he said with a grin and a lilt to his voice. “You want in on it?”

“…What?”

“A rescue mission. Save someone, get paid, feel good, get fame.”

“…I’m sorry, would you mind actually explaining for a change?”

“I thought that was rather self-explanatory.”

“Victim, kidnapper, what we have to do…”

“Oh, yes. Right. That is a thing. Ah, yes, you are one to help me stay grounded.”

The catfolk rolled his eyes, but Andrei ignored that. They were together for various good and solid reasons. Mostly for being on opposite sides of another kidnapping, but that was fine and dandy. He had been looking for someone that could appreciate him and give him some good times, and Densharr had been looking for someone that wouldn’t judge him for running a cult. All in all, it worked out.

“So, what is it, exactly, that we’re doing?”

“Oh, rescuing a damsel in – oh, here it comes.”

He grinned as the information came as a ‘moment of inspiration’. Clerics got them all the time from their gods, and bards did the same from their sources of motivation and ideas. He had gotten it from music, from art, from acting…and from being fucked and fucking, to be fair. Admiration powered his imagination most of the time.

But when he got the details, he went a bit green in the face. Densharr noticed, too.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, no, indeed,” Andrei said, rubbing the side of his head. “Goodness, I didn’t expect that.”

“What kind of problems are we dealing with?”

“Demons, of course.”

“Oh.”

“And succubi, at that.” He winced, but Densharr just arched an eyebrow. “Oh, come now, you must admit that dick is superior.”

“I admit nothing of the sort.”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

“That [i]would[/i] be tastier than what you put out…”

“I [i]beg[/i] your pardon?”

“Oh, are we begging now? First time for everything. I thought you’d prefer to save [i]that[/i] for when we talk about whether I help or not.”

“Of course you’re going to help. Think of the exposure!”

“…Did that actually sound like it would work? Even in your head?”

“Not really. God, get me some soap. UGH! Never let me say that again…”

#

Once again, Caelia was in the grip of embarrassment, humiliation, and more. She didn’t know what was going to happen at the end of the night, but she knew damn well that things weren’t going to be the same for her ever again.

She walked barefoot behind the big equine demoness, trying not to notice the stink of sex coming off of her. There was something to Kaggotha that hit one right in the libido, even if you weren’t the sort to get interested in women normally. The idea of having the big horse demon over her, feeling the mare’s body pressed against her, feeling that sort of lustful, rapacious energy against her tempted her almost as much as the Muse had done the same.

Yet, they were in public, and she was naked. She walked as best she could to hide the way that her pussy was starting to puff up a bit, trying to keep people from seeing her as the sort of slut that she was becoming, but it was harder and harder for her to focus on that, particularly as she did start swelling to the point of feeling [i]everything[/i] down there. She shivered, biting her lips as she felt that pressure, her thighs rubbing against something that…that…

[i]So empty…[/i]

She bit her lips as she felt just how empty she was again. It was more than just the cursed heat that seemed to be omnipresent since being bound to a demon. It was the feeling of having something so…so big in her earlier, and now it wasn’t there anymore, The feeling that she needed to be fucked, filled, used, dragged through the dirt and left gaping again –

She squirted slightly. Not in orgasm, but in pleasure, feeling it running down her legs. She curled her toes –

Click, click.

The sound of her talons hitting the ground drew a huff from the equine demon ahead, and it was a reminder of what she had. Not much, but something, something that had been given to her to make her beautiful, to bring out the inner beauty rather than the inner slut.

[i]Hold onto that…hold onto that…[/i]

It wasn’t much to hold onto, but it was better than nothing, and she had to hold onto something. Kaggotha was trying to break her, and she only had so much time before she knew she would break.

“Almost there,” the demoness said.

“Where?”

“Sex. More brothel. More whore.”

She groaned under her breath. She’d already known that, knew that was where they were going, but that didn’t make it better. She wanted to know what the plan was aside from her getting fucked again and again and again. If she could at least figure that part out, then there was a possibility that she might be able to resist it.

Behind her, she could hear Roselle and Sar’onnath talking to each other, muttering in dark murmurs about what they wanted to do. She couldn’t make out what it was, but she was sure that it was something about her. They were the ones responsible for this, and she felt like they were keen to see her fall even further than Kaggotha was.

Then, they arrived.

The next brothel was another lower-level one, something that was made less for the high-class people of Absalom and more for those that didn’t have much money, those that couldn’t be picky. She followed Kaggotha in, past the wooden door and into –

“Ugh!”

“Ah. This my place.”

She had to remind herself that the demoness didn’t mean that literally, though the stink in the air did feel vaguely hellish. They weren’t leaving the world, but they had stepped into a den of debauchery that was far stronger and more unrestrained than the last one. There were two figures that were dressed up and body-painted as demons standing on a stage, dancing through flames that barely touched them, thrusting their cocks for all to see. One had the breasts of a woman, but she didn’t see a pussy down there, just another cock.

The raw lust that they had for each other was no clearer than when they both slammed into one another, wrestling until one had the leverage to thrust into another. The competition was a betting game for the crowd, she realized, as money was passed every time that one or the other managed to get in. They would fight, struggle, and then break apart, only to dance and charge at each other again.

And the smell of sex was strong, stronger than the other place. It left her pussy clenching, hard, something that humiliated her all the more.

A minotaur woman walked up to the pair of them, nodding. Her nipples were in the open, her large breasts bouncing slowly, a pair of gold hoops marking them. She cocked her head at the demon.

“Hazing time?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Heh, get some fun for yourself, then. What are you making her take?”

The language made it clear that she didn’t really have a choice. She was going to take whatever she was given. No chance to even say no, and at this point…

Caelia shivered, her knees shaking as she smelled the scent of cock again. God, she wanted to be fucked. She needed to be fucked. She didn’t want it – did she? – but she needed it. Her body had been warped already, and it was going to be taken further before the night was over.

Kaggotha looked down at her, shaggy mane swaying for a moment before the equine demon smirked. She turned back to the minotaur.

“Let her pick.”

“Heh, you’re being nice, honey. Why?”

When the demon shrugged, she knew that this was some sort of trap, but it wasn’t like that would let her avoid it. Kaggotha gave her a push, making her step forward as the minotaur whistled, calling up a great deal of sex workers.

They were arranged by sexes, males on one side, females on the other. She wished that she had the gumption to go for the ladies, if only for a break, but at the same time, the sheer presence that came from Kaggotha behind her made it clear that picking something without a cock would lead to her being in trouble. She needed to keep to the plan, to keep going along with her new partner’s desires.

The bond between them made those desires clearer, too, far clearer than she would like. She could feel the equine’s need, the urge to be bred, the urge to be filled with cum. And more than that, the urge for [i]big[/i] things. She clenched her legs together, feeling her pussy almost gushing with her juices.

“Pick,” Kaggotha commanded.

There were options. Not many, but some, and among them were some rather less intimidating males. Kaggotha wouldn’t approve of that, she knew, but that would be better than trying to take something big again. She could feel the clenching down below, the way her inner walls could no longer quite touch each other, and she knew that would only get worse if she took someone that her body asked for.

[i]Someone small, someone small…[/i]

Among the cheap sex workers on display, there was a short kobold on option. He stood just barely at level with her waist, and he had his cock out. About the size of a good-sized human, but no more than that. Better than nothing, and she had to admit, he spoke to her on a different level. Maybe it was the big of dragon that she had now, but she felt like he would be nice.

“That one,” she said, pointing to the green-brown kobold.

“Him?” the minotaur asked in shock. “That’s not much. You should –”

“Him,” Kaggotha confirmed.

She was shocked that the demoness was letting her get away with it, but she wasn’t going to risk losing the chance that she had. She nodded, taking the kobold by the hand and pulling him out of line. He yelped slightly, but squeezed her hand with a grin.

It didn’t take long for the others to choose their partners. Kaggotha grabbed someone that looked like he was descended from horses, while the other two picked a pair of brothers to corrupt. The minotaur led them off, then came back to her to take her to her room.

She didn’t know what to expect. Every step of the way, she expected something to be turned against her, some new revelation telling her that she wasn’t going to get the safe choice. It felt like that had been too easy, like the brutish woman had somehow tricked her.

[i]But why?[/i]

There was no reason to pick the kobold, no reason to do anything that she had done. All it would have taken was a single denial on Kaggotha’s part to make her pick something else. So…why did she…

She didn’t know, and at this point, she didn’t care. They reached the room, and the minotaur pushed her in.

“Go on. Have your fun. I’ll let you know when your mistress says you can come out.”

That wasn’t what the relationship was supposed to be, but she was starting to question whether there was something else going on. She blushed as she walked over to the cheap, barely-supported bed, sitting down on it as the kobold knelt on the floor. He was being…surprisingly servile, something that she hadn’t expected. It helped her catch her breath, even if it frustrated her libido a bit.

“So, uh…”

“Dragon-girl.”

Caelia blinked, then looked down properly. The little guy was staring at her feet, almost like he was entranced.

“You are dragon-girl. You have…beautiful feet.”

“I…thank you, but…”

She flexed her toes, only to see the kobold’s cock bounce as he looked at her talons. The way that he was so entranced with her blue, scaly claws, with her feet, with the dragon features down there, actually gave her a genuine smile. It was a reminder that she didn’t have to be just a cunt for people.

But she had to do something. She started to open her legs, but the kobold reached down, taking her by the ankle. She yelped in surprise, shaking her head.

“What are you doing?”

“You are dragon-girl. You deserve…worship.”

The kobold pressed his lips gently to her toes, and she gasped again, not from surprise, but from pleasure. The soft kiss, the gentle suck on her big toe sent a sudden swirl of pleasure through her. She curled the other digits, the longer talons touching the claw tips to her sole, while the one that he was sucking on touched his tongue. He groaned softly, stroking her foot, keeping her close to him.

As he bobbed his head along her toes, giving a weird feeling of pleasure, he used his other hand to press her foot to his chest, keeping him down, holding him in place. She felt…strange about that. It was like she was being invited to take the lead, but…but even with the Muse, that hadn’t happened. She wasn’t one that could do that. No way. No way.

But at the same time, there was something right about it. Something right about holding someone in place, something right about keeping the kobold under her feet. Something [i]right[/i] about having someone licking her sole clean.

Because that was what the kobold was doing. As he licked her toes, getting between them, he was licking them clean. No more blackened muck on her scales, no more of the dark dust. It was just the bright blue shimmers again, and that, too, was heartening.

[i]Was that something that Kaggotha didn’t like?[/i] she wondered, remembering walking through the different puddles and muck spots in the streets when the demoness shoved her around. [i]Was she pushing me into that intentionally?[/i]

The thought was pushed out of her head as she was brought back to the moment. The kobold licked from her heel all the way to her toes, giving her a tickling, happy feeling that was completely at odds with the needy sensation between her legs. The emptiness was growing, and she groaned under her breath.

“Dragon-girl?” the kobold asked in mid-lick. “What’s wrong?”

“I need…more.”

“What need?”

“Here.”

She rubbed her sex gently, spreading her legs slowly. The kobold nodded, getting to his feet and gripping his cock. As she leaned back and he hopped on a stool to reach her pussy properly, though, she was all too aware of the limitations of that shaft. Still, seven inches should be enough…right?

Right?

Wrong.

It only took one thrust for her to realize how very wrong she was. He plunged in, alright, but he didn’t end up battering at the entrance to her womb the way that the horse-dicked orc had done in the other brothel. He was nice, but not nearly big enough, and with how stretched she’d gotten, she needed something [i]big[/i].

“Nnngh…mmmph…”

She tried to get in the mood, tried to rest her heels on his shoulders properly so that he could go deep, but each thrust was like having too short a toy down there. She tried to be happy, to be grateful, to be encouraging about what he was doing, but it was like trying to be happy with a single grain of rice when she hadn’t eaten for a week. No matter how well-prepared it was, it just wasn’t sufficient.

Caelia bit her lips, trying to tough it out, but rather than giving her something to work with, something to dull the edge of that arousal, all she felt was more. Everything the kobold did with his dick made her feel like she was losing herself, like she was falling further and further into that hellish pit of need.

She lasted maybe two minutes before she couldn’t take it anymore. Gritting her teeth, she lowered one leg, pushing her scaly foot into his face. The kobold stopped immediately, looking around it down at her.

“What’s the matter?”

“Not…enough.”

“Do you need more?”

“Need bigger.”

“…Dragon-girl gets what she wants.”

He pulled out of her, and she was shocked at just how little she felt. Guilt hit her, but before she could say anything, he took her by the hand and helped her up to her feet. Leading her back through the brothel, he gestured at the various customers, the various men working there, and let go of her hand.

“Pick,” he said, and she was all too well reminded of how Kaggotha had said the same thing.

This time, though, it was harder. She was trying not to make it worse, but her entire body felt like it was on fire, like she was fighting an infernal lust that had already been lit and was slowly burning deeper and deeper. It felt like, if she didn’t put it out somehow, she would be lost to it forever.

[i]Can’t go…small…again…[/i]

She felt like such a whore thinking that. The kobold’s cock was bigger than anyone his size should have had, but it was so tiny inside of her. The idea of getting something bigger again, ruining herself further, only stoked her fires, and she…

She needed something bigger than the horse cock…or if not bigger, someone with a good friend.

It didn’t take her long to spot them. She was grimacing over the pain in her middle as the fire burned hotter and higher, leaving her twisting in place. She clenched her legs together, gritting her teeth as she slowly pointed a shaking hand at a pair of minotaur males. One looked like he worked there, one looked like he was killing time, but they were both well-endowed, wearing little to cover their heavy bull cocks that hung almost too easily in the open.

“T-them,” she whispered.

“What, dragon-girl?” the kobold asked.

“Them.”

The minotaurs chuckled, slowly getting up. The more naked of the two, the one that looked like he worked at the brothel to begin with, walked right up to her and shoved a hand between her legs. He was so big and strong that he was able to force her legs apart without even trying, and she yelped as she was pulled up from the ground, standing on scaly tiptoes as he worked a finger into her.

“Oh ho ho, look at that. This girl’s been fucking something big.”

“Oh?” The other minotaur grinned, coming up behind her, shuffling his leather skirt out of the way. His cock pressed against the back of her thigh, while his finger pressed in deep alongside the other guy’s. “Oh, ho. This is a whore, alright. She’s just begging for something big.”

“Nnngh…please…”

“Don’t worry, bitch. We’ll give you what you want. Little breeding slut, looking for the biggest guys…”

Caelia didn’t even have the presence of mind to protest. The humiliation of being touched like that in public, of being hoisted up on her tiptoes by fingers in her…her pussy, and the sight of those two big dicks that were going to use her almost broke her. She needed them.

Back to the bedroom they went, and this time, she was more than willing to be tossed onto the bed. They touched her, stroked her, teased her. They made her spread her legs, showing off just how big she was down there now, how much she had puffed up from the last fuck and how gaping she was. She hadn’t even known that it was that bad, but looking at it, she could tell that her inner walls were no longer naturally touching. Anything smaller than a horse could barely have any effect on her.

[i]And a woman’s tongue…[/i]

She didn’t even know if the tongue play from before would compare. All she knew was that a cock had worked before, and she needed something as rough this time as she had had before. Caelia was losing herself, slipping further and further down as her pussy squelched without warning as she brought her legs together.

“How…how do we…”

“Heh, look at him.”

The sex worker pointed to the client, and the bigger minotaur laid back on the bed. He pushed one leg out, spreading his legs and stroking his stiffening cock. It was nearly as big around at the head as her fist, and she wanted it. She needed it badly. Without thinking, she crawled across the bed, taking hold of the base. It felt so hot, so wonderfully, beautifully hot and sexy.

She was about to brainlessly shove it into her pussy when the other minotaur shoved her from behind. Gasping as she stumbled forward, falling against the big guy’s chest, she looked over her shoulder to find the minotaur employee grinding his cock against both the client under her and against her own sex. She blushed, her cheeks burning.

“You…both of you…”

“In one hole, yeah,” the brown-furred sex worker said. He was smaller, yes, but more experienced by the way he moved, gripping both his own and the black-furred minotaur’s cocks in hand, slapping the thick shafts against her sex. “You wanted that, right?”

“I…I…”

The heat inside of her was overwhelming any ability to think clearly at that point. She had gone without what she needed for only an hour, maybe two, but it was enough to make her feel like she had been exposed to the worst of demonic corruption. Everything ached. Everything felt so empty. Her pussy felt hungry, like she needed to feed it, and the only meal in sight was a feast that would leave her gaping.

Yet, she didn’t care. The common sense, the urge to resist the curse, everything was gone. All that mattered was getting rid of that ache.

“Yes…”

Caelia lifted her hips, curling her toes in anticipation as the big cocks rubbed against her nether areas. They ground against her, then pushed forward. They almost popped in on the first try, then they pulled back, rubbing against her again, smearing her with pre-cum. The thick musk filling the air only enticed her further, leaving her groaning and huffing, panting and shaking from the sheer size. Another push, another stop, another push –

POP!

And then it was in. The first one, at least. The second one pushed against her so hard that she felt like her breath was going to be squeezed out from her from down below. Her mouth hung open, and the black-furred minotaur under her laughed, saying something that couldn’t get through the sound of her blood roaring in her ears.

As they went in, she felt something tingling down there. She didn’t know if it was magic or something breaking, but didn’t discount the possibility of it being both at the same time.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Caelia is having some serious issues trying to keep herself together. For a moment, she finds some help, but that help is taken away all too quickly.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, human, size difference, foot fetish, magic, minotaur, demon, demoness, horse, mare, brothel, prostitution, getting fucked, vaginal, double penetration, breaking, corruption, series, fantasy,