Avarian
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- * * "Please! Let me go!" The pleading voice bounced off the stone walls of the dungeon, soft red, angry light cast shadows on the rough stone. Patterns in the mortar interrupted by the cold grey of cell bars. The owner of the voice was dragged along the sandy stone floor; cutting and grinding into his meat, scratching at his sensitive body, every attempt at freedom brought him more pain. A trail of dull red and yellow feathers fluttered behind, casting shadows of their own in the dark light. His body was bruised and beaten, and his once proud muscle stature showed signs of diminishing, he was in the prime of his life, yet the body that was awarded to him was wasting away. The prisoner's legs kicked and struggled but only angered the dust around him, feet with once sharp talons, now as dull as quarry. His wings were where his arms would be if he had them; bound to his chest with leather bindings and subsequently to a collar tightly wrapped around his neck. His head was adorned with a large curved beak sharp enough to pierce flesh. It once was the symbol of nobility and savagery that had complemented his life. "Shut it, Avarian bitch." grunted his green, tusked captor, dragging him along on a thick black rope. "Another word and I'm leaving you here for the others." That shut him out, sobbing quietly as a trail of tears formed from his amber eyes. He was forced to stand, his legs threatened to buck under him, every shake of his frame caused sand to fall down, he was pushed up the dungeon steps and dragged through a black, wrought iron door. Bright white light blinded him and he clenched his eyes tight, letting out a whimper. His guard snickered at this and pulled him roughly on his leash. He noticed that they were in a small canvassed tent, the only light came from a hole in the tent, shining down on the iron door he was dragged out from. He could only cast his eyes down on the ground as his captor spoke to large figure, obscured by the light. "This is he, only one of his kind down this far south. Won't find his kind again for thousands of miles." "Hmm, not a bad specimen, Everglasian Avarian?" "Sarlucian, milord" "Sarlucian? Now that is something." The prisoner flinched as a hand gently brushed his shoulder. "You, what is your name?" The prisoner kept his mouth shut, afraid to answer. His green skinned guard yanked his leash hard, forcing him forward. "Speak you weak excuse of a bird!" "....Marlin." A yank on the chain followed. "Gahk!...Marlin...sir..." The sir' came out in a hiss. He looked up at the stranger, he was a cat; A lynx to be specific. His salt and pepper fur was mottled with flecks of brown. A cloud like mane of white complemented his neck and adorning his ears were a pair of tufted ears, black as the night. His eyes bore a deep green hue, comparable to a leaf in a calm river. Around his shoulders he bore a deep blue cloak which trailed down his body but left parts of his defined chest exposed. Wrapped around his waist was a matching blue sarong. He wore reed sandals on his feet, tufts of hair covering the top. The stranger brushed Marlin's cheek; he shuddered in fear and began to tremble. "Marlin...if I'm not mistaken, that's a name of a ...fish. That's...ironic." "Bah, once you pay, you can call him anything you like." "No no, I like it. How much?" "83 Yallins. Cheapest we can offer for his kind." "I believe it's worth every one, one more thing. How is he ...built?" "Let me put it this way, what you heard about Avarians, it's true." "Excellent. Set him up for me." With a grunt, the green skinned creature pulled the leash; Marlin stumbled forward and whimpered to himself as the guard pulled the leash taut. The lynx walked in stride with Marlin. The walked out of the tent, revealing rows of rows of tents, fitted into a large courtyard. The area was bordered with high stone walls, remnants from when the slave market was converted from a prison. The group passed by numerous beings of all species, Chimera, Fae, human, demon, there were even a fair number of spirits. Some slaves, some masters. Tents peppered the landscape; the bustle of traders could be heard from some tents. While from the other tents could be heard... Marlin pushed these thoughts out of his head, denying the prospect of anything carnal happening to him. However these fears were confirmed as his green captor opened a flap in a tent by the corner and ushered them inside. The tent was dark, the only light came from what light could seep into the tent through the cloth. It was small, about 6 people could stand in the tent. The cloth was of a deep indigo color, and the smell of flower oil permeated the air. Flitting steams of the oil could be traced from a brass bowl hanging near the center piece of the room; a mound of cushions. The mounds of cushions were sitting on top of a round stuffed mat, a darker blue then the tent. The green skinned beast kicked the cushions off and turned his attention to Marlin. "No! No! Please no!" Marlin Shrieked as the guard pulled his leash down towards the mattress. "Git your self down here whelp! Or the whips will be the one on your ass!" "No! Let me go!" Marlin had forgotten about the lynx, he felt his claw tipped fingers brush against his body, he flinched violently until the lynx had brushed his cheek against Marlin's. "Don't worry young one, if you don't want to I can always settle for another..." he whispered into his ear tufts. "Re-really?" Marlin's voice cracked as he whimpered. "No." With that, the lynx pushed Marlin forward, Marlin squawked as he fell onto the mattress on his stomach. The guard wasted no time, with but a grunt he untied his wings from his chest, flipped him over and managed to get the wings to tied to stakes jutting from the ground. The beast then took out a belt and proceeded to tie Marlin's beak shut; amid shrieks of protests. The guard headed for his legs, however the lynx stopped him. "I want his legs undone, need to feel him squirm." The guard gave an apathetic mumble. "Just pay up once you are done." Without another word, he left the tent. "Now then..." The lynx kneeled down between Marlin's legs, he tried to close his legs together, but a loud growl from the lynx persuaded him not to. The lynx trailed his hand on the mattress, brushing along the inner legs of his avian prey. Marlin whimpered through the gag as his body shuddered, partly in revulsion. The hands trailed up to Marlin's crotch, and slid up and down his inner thighs. Marlin breathing grew deeper, and he let out a startled gasp as the Lynx's hand shot under his loincloth. "I knew it." The Lynx grabbed the gray oily rag and ripped it off, the strings holding it up momentarily cutting into Marlin's waist. The lynx surveyed his conquest, a lustful sneer spreading across his muzzle, drooling at the sight that lay before him. Marlin, like most Avarian's shared more with their beast counterparts than other avian chimeras. Such as having wings where his arms would be, or having legs like a bird. Or like having a cloaca where his penis would be. The lynx examined the hole that lay between Marlin's legs. He traced a finger around the quivering edge, eyes twinkling with interest. Marlin wanted to close his legs, but knew this would only lead him to more pain. "Are you really male?" Marlin stared down at the lynx. "For all I know you may be a flat breasted female being passed off as male." Marlin stared down, unmoving, his heart beat faster in his chest and his body trembled under the lynx's paw. The lynx moved closer to his crotch and blew across the opening to his cloaca. Marlin gasped at the cold air on his hot opening, eyes clenched tight. His legs gave a reflexive buck under the lynx, who smirked to himself. Then thrust his muzzle into the tight opening. Marlin shrieked into his gag, legs flailing everywhere as the lynx ground his head into his crotch, kissing' his opening. Marlin arched his back, tensing his body as the rough tongue slithered into his sacred area. The lynx hummed into his crotch, keeping hold onto Marlin's body, contracting in his tight grip. The tongue shot in and out of his hole, slithering left and right, getting deeper and pulling back down, swirling in the burning canal. To Marlin this felt like hours, the feeling of shame, the violation, the dirty feeling of having an intruder's tongue probing deep into him. When he couldn't shriek anymore, he began to gurgle, throat hoarse and dry. After finally relenting, tears trailed down his face as the Lynx had his way with him. The slick feeling of a tongue in his hole, probing deep, licking him. A strange warm feeling soon began to grow in his crotch; it contrasted with the cold wet nose of his molester. It spread throughout his body, arching his fine and hitting him in the brain, his eyes swam as his brain began to itch fiercely, however this did not match the burning itch in his cloaca. Reflexively Marlin bucked hard into the lynx's maw, causing his teeth to scratch at his body. The lynx only smirked at this and began to increase his efforts, gripping Marlin's hips as his teeth nibbled Marlin's cloaca's edge and tongue pushed deeper into the tight warmth. Marlin wouldn't last long; it had been weeks since he mated, since he persuaded a fellow female Avarian slave to couple with him out of desperation. However, the sensations he felt right now blew her memory out of his mind. A long moan rumbled in his throat, his hips tensed harder, unknowingly raising them off the mat, he was so close, and his mind lost itself to the pleasure, the need to erupt. The pressure grew into his loins, and the thick tongue of the feline only goaded him more. Then the lynx purred deeply and Marlin lost everything. He squawked hard into the gag as his body convulsed in orgasm, his mind exploded, nothing made sense anymore. He could feel his cum shooting out; he felt every drop splatter against the Lynx's maw, whose tongue still continued drilling for gold. The tongue bought explicit pain and pleasure against his sensitive meat, the lynx's maw made squelching sounds against his crotch. After a minute of torturing his sensitive meat, the lynx withdrew; white avian cum matting his face fur, strands of cum connected his maw and Marlin's cloaca. Marlin breathed deeply in exhaustion, his breath wheezing deep in his throat. His body trembled as afterglow bathed his body, coupled with the feeling of cum and spit trailing down his ass. "Well that settles it." The lynx remarked licking his lips. "you are 100% male. Which means..." The lynx untied his sarong; a remarkable tent had formed, leaking through the cloth. The sarong fell to his ankles, revealing the lynx's own cock. His cock was 7 inches long give or take, it pulsed and throbbed and had a deep red color. A string of pre began to drip from the bulbous head, similar to build of a human cock. He threw off his cloak, and showed his muscular build, sweat matting his fur. "I will feel no revile as I fuck you." Marlin's breath stopped, and he tried to close his still wet legs together, but the lynx brought his knees in and prevented his legs from closing. He sat his knees on Marlin's thighs, crushing them. The lynx reached over and picked up a pitcher, aiming it for Marlins cloaca, the yellow, honey colored oil in the pitcher dribbled down in slow trails, hitting dead center of Marlin's opening. The cold sensation on his sensitive body caused Marlin to whimper. Clenching his body and vainly attempting to clench his cloaca shut. The lynx aligned his dripping cock head against the opening, nestling the hot head against the hot passage. The lynx grunted and thrust all of his meat into the spasming hole. Marlin tried to scream but his voice no longer came out, body arching as the pain of penetration multiplied a hundred times over after his climax. The lynx growled deeply relishing the wetness and burning warmth of the passage. Sticky with cum and slick with oil, he ground his hips against Marlin's, eliciting a forced moan of pained pleasure from him. The lynx pulled out slowly, letting Marlin feel every inch as he was raped like a female. The sounds of the sticky meat reached Marlin's ears. Without a second hesitation, the lynx rammed forward again. "So tight! You must be a virgin!" The lynx growled in sadistic pleasure. Gripping his hips and pounding deep into his crotch. It was true, Marlin was a virgin, in that sense, nothing bigger than a finger, or a tongue made its way up there, not even the tip of his beak; the standard aid tool for an avarian. The lynx continued at a slow pace, thrusting his hips and pounding the slick passage. Focusing on hard thrusts and slow pulls, letting Marlin know who truly was male here. Marlin gasped with every thrust, his head thrown back. He soon could not help but moan against the savage attack. His legs reflexively curled around the cat's hips, as tears started to flow freely, sickened with himself. The lynx grunted and began to pick up speed, raising only his ass as he pounded deep into Marlin; he lowered himself Marlin, and sensually kneaded his body as his cock drove Marlin to new levels of revulsion and sick pleasure. The oversensitivity was driving Marlin mad, his body bouncing up and down the mattress, impaled by the feline's cock like a bitch. His body clenched open and shut, tightening around the lynx's member. The lynx growled lustfully, his thrusts getting shorter, but harder, melting his own body against Marlin's as he grabbed Marlin's hips and ground against them. Marlin lost himself in the hot cock, piercing his sensitive insides, threatening to spear him completely. The lynx's body tightened, his thrusts almost non existent, opting to grind into Marlin's body, panting like a dog, eyes closed in pleasure as a hint of orgasm started to show itself. He hissed as his hips slammed in Marlin. Wet smacks filled the air. Marlin threw his head back; his own sensitive insides were refueling his own orgasm quickly. He was so close, as if he was about to step off a sheer cliff, an intense pressure inside, both painful and demanding pleasurable release, but it was too soon, his body refused to allow it, so the pain and pleasure grew larger and larger within him. He made tiny whimpering sounds, sounds which the lynx relished, finding something desirable in Marlin's neck; he sank his fangs into the feathery flesh in a loveless mating bite. Marlin gave a sickening gurgle, feeling the sharp pain of feline fangs and the lynx's burning breath against his neck. This pain, this touch over sensitive areas...was enough to finally bring him over the edge. Marlin's eyes clenched tight as orgasm once again visited him, his legs spasmed and squeezed the lynx's own hips. His cloaca tightened and loosened around the invading cock, all control lost. The lynx loved the feeling of uncontrollable tightness; a sound came from his maw that sounded like the cross between a growl and a purr as his own cock erupted. The lynx felt every shot his cock fired into the writhing Avarian, Marlin felt the foreign heat within him, as well as the spasm of the lynx's cock, and the filthy wetness that accompanied it. After what seemed like hours, both their respective orgasms ebbed and Marlin felt the lynx's weight as his body lost tension and sank onto Marlin. "Mmmm, that was delicious." The lynx hissed. Marlin said nothing, trying not to make eye contact with his rapist. "Now then," The lynx grunted and slowly pushed himself out. Marlin cringed as the slick, cum covered cock was slowly pulled out of him, dragging along his sensitive walls. "There we go." Marlin looked down; a soggy white mass of feathers greeted him. He stared at the lynx, or the lynx's cock to be precise, still hard and whitened as well; with both of their cum. The lynx took his sarong and started wiping his cock clean. He stood up and put on his jacket, but he threw his sarong over his shoulder. A wet spot where he cleaned his member prominent on the front. "Now then, I'll be taking my leave of you." The lynx turned around and parted the tent opening, the outside light stung Marlin's eyes. "But I'll be back." As Marlin's eyes readjusted, he noticed the lynx was already gone, showing the rest of the camp his naked self. What happened next was a blur, the green skinned jailer untied him and drug him back to his cell. Cum was running down his legs and those around him could see and smell it on him, he could tell, he could smell their own arousal wafting on the wind. He was thrown back into his cell and the remnant of his loincloth followed suit. As he curled up against the sand stone wall, Marlin curled up into a ball. He knew the lynx would be back, it wasn't a feeling, it wasn't a hunch, he knew he would be used again like a female. And the itch between his legs told him he wanted it so.