A fucking conflict
Guess who's back! I brought my third installment to the Olias series with me, too! This one is a little bit darker, with action segments, violence and the like. I kept it still mainly focused on sex, however, everything else is fairly short and to the point, there isn't excessive blood, and no gore, so that won't kill your boners ;). This one took a lot of time and effort to write, I kept changing my mind about how things should go, and I'm still a little worried that the description of the base came out a little too confusing. However, overall I'm happy with the final cut. I'm not sure what I'm going to do next with the Olias series, it'll probably be a little while before I release another tale. The idea I have in my mind is a treasure hunting expedition led by the tiger, hippo and lizard outlaws from my Whore of a Prince story, but it's not a sure thing. In the mean time, I also began working on a short piece written in second-person with my ram 'sona being a total slut for the reader :3 that one should be out before too long. As always, comments are appreciated, let me know what you thought whether it's positive or negative, and keep it classy, sofurry!
The sun was just beginning to set, the sounds of hundreds of different soldiers mixing together as they tied up any loose ends with the last remaining sunlight. In the center of village, there was a tent, where all of the commanding officers of the imperial army had met, as well as any that would play an integral part for the upcoming conflict.
One of the commanding officers was the head of the entire army; a golden retriever who stood just a slight bit taller than the other soldiers gathered. A set of grey armor, the standard set for his soldiers (as he refused to wear anything besides what his soldiers wore) clung to his body, covering his torso, legs, feet and arms.
The golden retriever plopped his helmet onto the large circular table in front of him, making it rattle, along with all of the little pieces on top of it. A large map was laid out beneath the pieces, marking various locations of interest. There were about 10 others gathered around the table, some impatient murmurs were drifting around the room, as all of them were waiting for the last member of their group to get there.
The tent flaps shot open as a deer boy, barely an adult, draped in a white robe practically flew into the room. Hrm, he's cute, Mathew thought to himself.
"You're late" A gruff looking pit bull spat
"S-sorry, I-ah some things came up and-"
"That's quite all right," Sir Mathew said, moving slightly over to let their last member have some room "Lets just get started"
"Do we even need him?" The pit bull rumbled, forcing a dejected look from the deer.
"Of course we need him, he's the centerpiece of our plan," The night captain countered, making the boy's ears perk up. Then he continued "As you all know, we will be raiding the bandit's fortress tonight. Calou here is a mage sent by the high order, he's has a number of useful skills, which you will all see later." Calou's eyes lit up as the retriever defended him, he was just barely a man, and beneath his robe he had a very slim body covered in silky brown fur, with white spots over his back, and then more white starting at the base of his neck, and stretching all the way under his body and over the inner part of his his perky rear. "Speaking of which," The captain moved his hand downward behind the lad, gripping his rear through the white robe, eliciting a gasp from the young buck as he fondled his cute tush "have you begun your preparations?"
"N-not yet, sir" the boy gasped, "I've been running a little late."
The gentle magics in Olias requires a spell gem, which has full contact with the inside of the body as well as a life-bearing liquid as an insulator. Some use blood, but for royal mages use...a less barbaric liquid.
"I need you ready to cast spells." The retriever says, a predatory look on his face as he stoops down to grasp the hem of the boy's robe. He lifts it up, revealing the pert rear with a blush from the deer, as well as a few snorts and smirks from others around the table.
"Nnnh. Yes, sir." The boy chimed in, his face turning red as his ass is exposed to the knight captain. He reaches into his robe's pocket and pulls out a smallish vial of liquid as well as a rather large see-through crystal carved into the shape of a butt plug, setting them on the edge of the table.
The retriever picks up the vial with his spare hand, looking at it curiously. "Lubricant?"
"Yes, its specially made to help the flow of magics through my body...it has some more qualities too, like being fireproof."
"Ah, well that's...good to know," the captain says teasingly, "Ill be sure to remember that then next time I want to shove a torch into your tailhole."
The retriever then grabs the bottle and bends the deer over the table. The boy's cute pink entrance twitches and breaths for the retriever's viewing pleasure, causing him to bring a paw down to press his finger against the ring of flesh, feeling it and making it's owner tense up. It takes all he has not to drop to his knees and rim young mage. Keeping his duty in mind he presses the tip of the bottle against the tailhole, slowly pressing it in, and making the deer squirm on the table in front of the prying eyes of the high-ranking knights. Finally the ring squeezes around the tip of the bottle, and the retriever grins before tipping the bottle up, emptying the contents of the bottle into the willing body. Quickly he replaces the container with his fingers, poking one into the deer's hole, making him shiver and moan. As the knight's fingers explore the warm, silky depths, he remembers that the meeting needs to get underway. "While I'm preparing our mage for combat, I will hand things off to our lead scout, Vellon."
A black cat, clad in brown leather and covered in lean muscle clears his throat before speaking in a slight Spanish accent, "I scouted the bandit's hideout last knight and will go over what I saw in detail pointing out points of interest." He says, before shifting around the table to get to a better place. "This point here is the entrance," he says, shifting a few figures over to the spot, "There seemed to be 10 guards here, but they have two ballistae set up, and the gate is...big. They have a couple of hostages, both male and female, at the entrance, which the guards make use of frequently." He paused as a yelp came from the mage, as Mathew's head popped through his ring. The only sounds in the room made up of his voice and the slapping of hips against ass, with an occasional yelp from the deer. Sir Mathew grinned as his cock repeatedly disappeared beneath the deer's cute teardrop tail, just to resurface again. Each push forward brought him the pleasure of tight, hot walls gripping his large malehood. A few spots of clear liquid were dropping from the deer's idle shaft as it bounced with every thrust forward from the knight.
"A-and after that there's a large open space, with more captives tied up, all of them leaking cum...some are leaking urine, I even saw a few leaking wine. The captives are not kept in great shape, often given just barely food and drink to stay alive, and I believe Sir Mathew had something to say about this." The golden retriever instantly looked up at the rest of the room. "Right, so," He said, clearing his throat as his thrusting slowed. "The advance team will be lead by David here," He said, pointing out to a doberman among the other warriors. "His team will sneak into the opening with a few agile warriors, and take the gate by surprise. He will let the rest of us in through the front. Back to you, Vellon." the slapping sounds quickly resumed as the black housecat spoke up once again. "After that there's the living quarters, a series of houses as well as some other buildings, I saw what appears to be a bar, which is probably where they serve food as well."
Damn, I really need to hurry this up While the black cat was speaking, the dog bent over and whispered into the deer's ear "I'd love to draw this out with you another time, but for now, I'm afraid we have to speed up." he growled, speeding up his pace drastically, rutting the boy's tailhole at a breakneck pace. The deer couldn't hold his voice in and loud yelps begun emanating, distracting the rest of the room. A golden furred paw wrapped around his mouth, silencing his cute little noises as its owner continued to roughly plow into him. "After that is the mayor's house, which I suppose the leader must be inside. He has a troupe of foxes guarding him, all appear to be rather agile and skilled. They almost caught me while I was scouting things out, and prevented me from getting a good view of what's in the leader's house. The house itself is two stories high, and much larger than any of the other buildings they have. It's oddly quiet around this area, the other bandits tend to not go near it."
"Right, will that be all then?" Mathew groaned, keeping up his rapid pace
"Keep your eyes open for tricks, this doesn't seem like your average group of bandits to me."
"We will meet at the entrance in two hours, David, we expect you to have it taken by the time we arrive, want to keep the element of surprise."
"Yes, sir." He said, then everyone save for Mathew and Calou began stepping out of the tent.
"Finally, no more distractions." the golden retriever said. He moved his hand from the deer's mouth, letting his youthful cries fill up the tent, and carry outward. He moved his now free hand to push apart the deer's cheeks, granting him the perfect view of his mage's tailhole taking his cock. He then shifted his thrusts so that they roughly slammed into the boy's prostate, hammering the small nut with fearless thrusts, wracking the deer's body with pleasure. In out in out his cock went, pounding the cute lad repeatedly. He reached beneath to fondle the submissive male's cock, who was practically drooling on the war table by this point. A few well timed strokes from his paw was all it took for the boy to yell out, as his cock twitched and short his load down onto the tent floor. His tightening ass gripped and pulsed on the knight's cock, making him moan, almost ready to blow himself "Ohhh, here it comes. Nnnggh!" The knight growled out, immediately he grabbed the deer's chest in a powerful hug, and pulled the male's light-brown back against his golden chest. Their back's arched as Mathew thrust his cock forward as deep as possible without knotting, pushing the bulb of flesh hard against the deer's cheeks. God, he wanted to push that last bit of cock through the available ring, but his duty came before pleasure. His hot cum began blasting up the warm, twitching passage, marking the boy as well as giving him the gift of magic to come. He jolted, each pulse of his hips shooting more and more of his copious essence into the body. Ragged whimpers and moans came from the boy, his orgasm died down, while the dog kept filling him with golden retriever seed.
After another ten seconds, Mathew was done, but he held there, nuzzling the deer's head affectionately for a few moments before sighing, pulling his still-hard cock out, and quickly shoving the clear plug into the now-gaping hole. The effect was immediate, as soon as the clear plug holding the spell seed was shoved up the deer boy's orifice, his body jumped, the energy into his rear and up through the rest of his form. "Oh, yes! God, I can feel it~" he cooed, the feeling of magic was quite pleasurable to the wielder, after all.
"You've got a nice ass there, boy." Mathew complimented, giving the lad a nice pat on the rear.
"Thanks, sir, I hope we can do this again sometime."
"Count on it, and don't think you need to cast magic to go requesting this of me. I'd love to take the time to mate with you properly."
Calou blushed further, complimented by the commander's advances "Oh, erm, ah, I'd...Yes." the deer stuttered, flustered to no end. "So, I-I'll see you in about two hours?"
"Yes, and be ready, If you need some more...essence, you know where to find me." and with that the knight captain exited the tent, out to prepare his army for the upcoming conflict, and left the deer boy to recover from the hard fucking.
The night was dark, so dark that only the flickering light of torches and home-crafted flame allowed for vision to travel farther than a few paces. The gates were sparsely guarded. A few members from the main force were hiding out behind the veil of darkness, beyond the treeline, waiting for their moment to get the bulk of the troops in. A few moans and yells were heard from over the side of the gate, with only a few bonfires, and a total of 6 guards, most of whom were sleeping, or watching the immediate activities on the other side of the gate, hardly expecting enemies in the shadows.
The mountain within the forest just seemed to get higher and steeper with every passing foot, clearly the gods had made this hill to be a fortress, but one conquerable yet. As if the mountain wasn't impressive enough, but wood spikes jutted out, with a smooth wood blocking any foothold that might be used to scale the hill. With silent yet swift footsteps, the members of the advance team drew closer to their goal, an easily scalable break in the seemingly solid defenses. It was a small one, but an entryway nonetheless, and only the most skilled would be able to traverse it. Luckily, that's exactly what these knights were. As sir David lead his troupe of 9, mostly with felines on account of their night vision, toward the wall, they could hear louder the sounds of revelry and laughter.
As their slow ascent up the wall came closer and closer to its end, the wet sounds of plapping, and uncontrolled moans of pleasure, and of pain, permeating the air, creating a rather lustful, and unsettling atmosphere. As the members of the advance team reached the top, they filed into position, all clinging onto the final spiked fence overlooking the entryway to the hideout courtyard. David held up five fingers on his paw, and each member withdrew their weapons, and held them in their mouths, slowly each finger dropped until finally it was at zero, at that point they all heaved over the fence with no more than a few muffled footsteps.
Their silent approach caught all that were in the surrounding area off-guard. David had no time to survey his surroundings firsthand, all he could do was act on his gut, and raise the gate as fast as possible. A few surprised bandits fell beneath the silent assault, the team moving as a pack on their way in. The scared yelps echoed around the camp, none of their enemies were quite sure what was happening. Quickly they dashed up the gate, taking out any in their way. David set foot on the top, as it was only a mere 20 steps up. A fox charged at him with a knife, he swung his sword, but the surprisingly agile bandit ducked it, and came back to strike at his chest with a dagger. The heavily muscled canine reflexively caught the bandit with his arm, staggering him back so he tripped off the side of the gate. Without paying any further attention, quickly him and 3 more of his troupe got on the levers to open the door, the rest had doused the base of the steps in oil and set them on fire to prevent any bandits from coming to stop them.
It was a good 30 seconds before the gate was raised high enough, but the rest of the knights were ready and waiting, they all began funneling in through the entrance as soon as possible. Quickly with a flurry of movement they had penetrated the encampment, and were cleaning up the remaining bandits. A few decided to be fools and fight back, their lives were quickly extinguished, but the bulk of them were taken prisoner on the spot.
Once all of the action had settled down, David had time to get a good look over the layout of the courtyard. There were all sorts of mechanisms to keep people locked in place, in all sorts of positions, and all over the courtyard. Every single one of them was occupied, their inhabitants leaking various fluids with their orifices gaping wide. The muscled doberman padded down past the captives, admiring, and even groping a few. There was a fox girl, her head and arms locked in a stockade, both nether holes gaping with cum leaking from them. Another fox was right next to her, in fact probably her brother, his ass was leaking cum...and piss. It would seem one of his captors just decided to relieve himself inside of him after fucking the boy's ass.
"Alright men," David shouted out to the soldiers, lifting his arm in an authoritative manner, "Untie these captives, and lock in the bandits!". His order prompted an enthusiastic "Yes sir!" from the surrounding army.
When Sir Mathew arrived through the gate, he was treated to the immediate sight of his men taking out their anger on the tied up bandit captives. David was making use of a puma's tied up rear, his yowling head locked in by a stockade. Curses and insults flew like the wind from his muzzle, but those only seemed to spur on the doberman, who was grinning from ear-to-ear. As he approached he could see the shaft diving in and out of the exposed tailhole. He would describe the rutting as dry, devoid of any wetness. His upturned, nice rear was bouncing to and fro, the canine's armor-clad crotch mashing repeatedly into his bare rear. In fact it seemed like he was trying to lower it, but to no avail, as the Doberman's strong paws kept it elevated, not caring about the owner's wishes. Oddly enough, the cat was standing at full attention, despite his protests, he was rock hard beneath the dog's anal assault. Mathew playfully slapped the Doberman's rear, a compliment which drew a chuckle from both males.
Mathew's eyes drifted over to the other parts of the encampment, he was about to call in his generals, but something in particular caught his eye. The rest of the men were locked in similar engagements, a rather small leopard fucking a draft horse, gorilla on fox, horse on horse, otter on fox, husky on fox....there were a surprising number of foxes in the enemy ranks. Not just that, but each of their tails were discolored at the tips, all an unnatural bright green, almost as if they were glowing. So many of the bandits were tied up that there weren't any more stockades left, but the guards had begun tying up the remaining captives and using them all the same. Oddly none of the fox bandits had gotten placed in them. The wooden devices contained all sorts of other species, but none of the green-tailed canines.
At this point the fact that they were foxes were just a point of observation to Sir Mathew, he saw nothing of it besides it being an odd coincidence, but then he noticed something else. Hrm...thats odd The six of them weren't yowling and protesting like the other bandits, and their tails were moving in an odd fashion. As he observed them further, the odd point of interest became more and more suspicious, the retriever swore he could see them moving in a similar fashion. Its almost as if they were...communicating? Like some sort of code from the movements. He saw one tail suddenly snap to the side, and stop, then another, then three more, leaving one remaining. Mathew's eyes flashed as he sprung into action, launching into a full on sprint toward that last fox. He yelled for his troops to secure them again, but just as he did, the last fox tail swished, and all of them simultaneously broke from their restraints. He reached the fox he was running toward almost immediately as the plan sprang into action, he halted the canine's hidden dagger, and pinned his head to the ground with a growl. He looked up to see that four of the other foxes swiftly dispatched the soldiers guarding them, and the fifth was hauling a small looking cheetah by the neck. A rope drooped down from the trees above, the foxes immediately latched onto it before any of the soldiers could reach them, and immediately it flew up, carrying all of them up into the dark treetops. As they flew up, a fire was lit in the trees, which immediately made itself known as a series of burning logs crashed down, from the trees. That must have been the counterweight to whatever contraption they had built, and the logs crashed into the ground they sparked, and the fire grew bigger, as if by magic. There was no way across to the rest of the camp anymore, the fiery inferno blocked off any path that lead further in.
Mathew was still in the moment, he called out for David, who had been gawking, but hadn't removed his cock from the bandit. "David, take this bandit in and question him, do whatever you have to, we need answers fast."
"Y-yes sir. One moment, sir." He lowered his head down so the Lynx could hear him whisper "I may not be able to cum in you, but I have something else I think you'll like. After all, you seem to like doing it to others." With a sigh, he emptied his bladder of its contents, which excited his cock and poured into the cat's tailhole, filling it up more and more with each passing moment. The cat held still in shock, afraid of what he thought was happening as the liquid stung his insides while traveling deeper and deeper into his asshole, but underneath him his cock hadn't lost any of its hardness. After a moment, David felt the walls seize around his cock and the feline beneath him grunted, watching in disbelief, the doberman witnessed him blowing his load into the dirt below. He withdrew his cock, a cascade of yellow liquid poured from the displayed ass, David slapped the bound male's cheek before heading off to his duties, leaving the silent male to question if he was really a top, or just a big subby bottom.
Taking the fox from Mathew, the big doberman held the now-protesting male's hands behind his back. He easily prevented the male's flails with his powerful grip and headed off toward the gate, at which there was small room where he could cut the fox off from the rest of the troops.
The golden retriever caught sight of his stealthy black cat out of the corner of his eye and called out "Vellon, aid him in whatever way he needs." the Spanish cat bowed before heading over to the gate as well.
Mathew placed his hands over the back of his head and shouted out in frustration "What the hell happened?" His mind raced for answers, but came up with nothing. Quickly he calmed his mind and came up with another plan of action "Calou, come here."
The deer immediately walked up to him in his cute boyish manner. "How can I help Sir Mathew?"
"First I need you to tell me where they are, so there aren't any more surprises like that one."
"Yes, sir, give me a minute." Calou settled down on the ground, he closed his eyes as he focused. The fur on his rear shot up, standing on end as the energies flowed through his body, the spell gem in his rear began emitting a light, one that shined brightly through the seal of the plug in his rear. His rear lifted up, and blood flowed right to his cock, filling it as his ass reverberated with power. That power flowed onward, up into his body, each inch of flesh it passed caused his short fur in that area to bristle. Finally it reached his head, and his eyes shot open, there were no pupils, and they glowed like the moon on a clear night. His head looked around, making sure that it didn't miss any area before he began to speak "There are a number of them preparing their resistance in preparation for a rough penetration" he spoke in a manner that Mathew would describe as dripping with lust. Every word was accentuated with a feminine, sultry tone. "There are 24 of them deep in the trees, their bare asses sat on branches as long as 100 feet away." His eyes drooped shut before opening, pupils returned as well as his cute boyish personality. His rear stopped glowing and fur settled back down as well. "So, that's everything that could come as a surprise."
"Great, I'll just have to be sure to keep an eye out for any tricks from the trees." he took another moment to think. "So, think you can put out the fire?"
"Well...yes, but I need a lot more." he shyly remarked, one hand reached to grab his other arm's elbow.
"A lot more what?"
"You know...s-seed"
"Oh, well good thing we have an army full of horny males." Mathew's similar grin with his tongue lolling out returned.
"But first I need to make a magic circle, it'll take some time."
"Okay, just be as fast as you can."
David had the fox sitting backwards on a chair in the little interrogation room within the gatehouse. The fox's hands were secured to the chair's backrest, which was in front of him, and each leg was secured to the chair legs at the back of the chair, making his rear stick out, barely seated. Vellon and David both were admiring his still-gaping orifice, pink and looking oh so needy. They planned on using that to their advantage.
Vellon plopped a roll on the nearby table. He undid it to reveal a large assortment of dildos, rings, and tools to extract valuable information from a captive. "The ring, first." David said, which Vellon immediately picked it up and was about to apply it to the fox's shaft when he noticed that the canine was completely soft. "Hey, David, he's not ready."
"Heh, I can fix that." He leaned down to breath heated, dominant breaths over the male's neck, before roughly jamming his black index finger all the way to the knuckle up the pink, cute passage. The fox moaned, and as predicted, immediately his cock got hard. "Haha, little slut likes it rough, this'll be fun."
Vellon chuckled, securing the tight, stretchy ring around the prisoner's knotted shaft, making it impossible for him to get off. David grinned and withdrew his finger with a needy moan from the fox. "So, ready to talk yet?" The dobie teased.
"You think this means anything? All you are, are knights of steel and flesh, my master is blessed by the gods."
This comment took both Vellon and David by surprise, they were expecting an insult, but not this. "Really, your master is blessed by the gods, how so?"
The fox remained quiet, refusing to speak. "Well, then, hope you like getting fucked, crazy little slut." David dropped to on knee, pressed his powerful dog nose to the little male's entrance and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of the weak male he was to break. He immediately stood back up, cock in hand, and pressed it against the boy's entrance. He pressed slowly forward, just sinking the head in, receiving a sharp gasp from the fox as his rear took the tip of the doberman's shaft. He teased the fox's insides with a few flexes of his shaft before driving straight home, the rest of his shaft sliding roughly in with a satisfying whimper from the red canine. "Ahh, yeah, crazy slut has a nice ass."
"I am afraid you do not have time to enjoy it, Sir David." Vellon chimed in
"Ahh, fuck you're right, help me get him worked up, will you?"
"Absolutely, Sir David." Vellon moved forward, he stuck his head carefully in between the fox's thighs and the chair back. He opened his maw, tongue extended wrapping his maw around the tip. To the vulpine's immediate enjoyment, he sunk his head halfway down the shaft, which was about 7 inches. He had to stop there because of the way the fox was seated, but his expert ministrations appeared to still have a nice effect. His rough feline tongue wrapped tantalizingly around every available inch of that shaft, hitting all of the sensitive parts of it with sweet, scraping sensations. The cock bounced up and down in his mouth as David sped up his thrusts into his rear, which became increasingly sloppy as David's precum coated his passage. Every thrust in drew a lewd moan from the fox, and each pat, and clank of armor signified the moment that the dobie was balls deep in the captive red male's rump. The fox opened his maw in-between moans to spout more of his crazy nonsense "You are just creatures of-ahh!- flesh and lust, and the gods will smite you for it."
"Oh my god." David laughed in disbelief "I'd gag you if I didn't need you to talk." He sped up his thrusts, using his experience as a top to hit the fox's love nut over and over again. The bottom's eyes began to water in pleasure. Vellon groaned as he felt the shaft start to seize up, before with a whiney moan, the small male's orgasm was denied. Vellon pulled off his shaft "He just tried to cum, sir David."
"Alright, on to round two. Ready, crazy?" He grabbed the fox tail, pulling it teasingly as thrust a few more times. "Grab the nubbed one, Vellon"
"Right away, sir David." The black cat lifted up from his squatting position, making it over to the table with his silent feline grace, returning with a rather peculiar 'torture device' in hand. It was a phallus, every inch covered in rubbery nubs, and every slight movement made it wiggle. From tip to base it was about 15 inches, making it quite the tool for getting answers. David withdrew his cock from their captive with a wet, slurping pop, prompting a needy moan from the little fox. "You gonna to talk yet, crazy?"
"I would never betray my master, betraying him would be betraying the gods."
"Right, lets see if you keep that up after this bad boy...and about 50 more denied orgasms." David teased, a lusty smile on his face "And believe me little fox, I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
The fox just groaned, steeling himself for the intense torture session that was to come.
With an upturned palm, David brought his hand down onto his ass, making the fox shout out with the resounding slap. "Little fox likes, Sir David."
"I'll have to remember that for later, but for now," David withdrew the dildo and slammed it forward without mercy. The little ovaled dildo sunk straight in with a wet slurping sound, getting a full nine inches into his sloppy, slippery boycunt. "Aaaahhhh!" the red vulpine yelled, the nubs hammering through sensitive places inside of his tailhole."Oh yeah, give it to me, you knight bastard."
Vellon's eyebrows raised up at this, and David had to stifle a laugh to keep his imposing demeanor. "So the crazy little fox likes the rough treatment? I'll get so rough that you can't take it anymore" He said tauntingly, and keeping true to his word, he withdrew his hand from the toy, winding his hand up before punching the flat end of the toy, hitting it with such force that the remaining length shot straight up the fox's ass so his black fist was pushed against the male's white assfur, prompting another denied orgasm from the little male. The fox screamed at the top of his lungs, but David kept going. Changing his fist so two fingers were pointing forward he kept pushing the toy in, more and more, not stopping until his ass closed down behind it. "Ahhh! What are you doing back there?!"
"Nothing you need to worry about." Reaching his paw back in using his index finger and thumb, he grabbed the edges of it and pulled back. The nubs dragged roughly over the soft, slippery insides with each inch of length pulled from his horny asshole. Once all fifteen inches had been withdrawn he punched it back in, and kept repeating this process, making for a rough treatment on their poor captive.
After ten minutes of this the fox was hard as rock, a constant stream of pre leaking from his cute prick and over the chair. Finally David let up, pulling the nubbed beast free of the previously-tight confines of the foxes anus. "So, ready to talk now?"
"F-fine, I'll talk, but I get to cum...and"
"And what? You aren't exactly in any position to make demands."
"And you have to...cum in me."
David grinned gleefully, the pride of having tortured an enemy so thoroughly that he asked for his seed getting to his head...in more than one sense of the word.
"Agreed," he wielded his knotted dog shaft with one hand, pointing it at his target before slamming home into the gaping orifice on the first thrust "Now start talking"
His cock battered the poor captive's hole as Vellon stood in front of him and got the information that they were seeking. In and out he drove. So hard in fact that it made the black cat wonder if he was trying to get the fox's voice to break while he was talking. Lustful moans and vital info leaked from the little vulpine like water from a river as David practically fucked the information right out of him. It was only a minute or two before the doberman felt the telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm, one being that his knot filled out completely and hammered against the sore, battered ass. He saw Vellon nod, signaling that they had got what they were looking for, before proceeding through the door to relay the information to Mathew.
"Alright, just you and me, Crazy. Ready to get your reward"
"Ahhhh! Yes, give it to me you knight bastard!"
Instead of speaking David focused everything on making it a satisfying reward, for the both of them. His hips sped to a breakneck pace, wet slaps emanated from the meeting of their bodies as his cock slid in and out of the offered ring. Internally, the doberman doubted that he had to keep the vulpine bound up anymore, but in this position he was so easy to fuck he didn't see any reason to untie him. He was almost there, for the last few seconds his hips mashed in uneven thrusts, balls seizing up as he pushed himself as hard as he could, and slammed his knot through the ring of flesh. Finally he felt himself tip over the edge, losing his paw, he roughly ripped the preventive ring off, immediately the fox yelled, his own inferior set of orbs jumping. At the same moment they shot their loads, for the fox it shot all the way across the room and onto the stone wall on the other side. David, however shot it into the pulsing, slippery, hot ring of flesh surrounding it, pumping his litter of Doberman pumps up the red male's tailpipe, still moving his hips, fucking without removing his knot. His thrusts stopped halfway through his orgasm, just enjoying the increasingly slippery depths as they seized and milked him dry of his cum.
"Nice ass, crazy, and thanks for the info." David withdrew from the stunned fox, forcing his knot free with a little effort and a loud pop. He opened the door and walked outside, telling the knights waiting outside that they could get their prisoner.
"Alright, men, line up!" Mathew barked, watching about 40 different species of creatures rush to single file line in front of him. Behind him Calou was drawing his mage circle, which was comprised of intricate circles and rather beautiful artistic flares, making it look extremely elegant. Behind the deer mage a the fire still burned with the same vigor that it had before, confirming Mathew's suspicions that magic was involved in it "Your orders are to bring each-other as close to orgasm as possible without going over, then deliver your load directly into Calou's ass. Any questions?" He waited a moment, no response came, he thought it may be because of shock, but it was a very straightforward order so he didn't pry them any further.
Vellon reached Mathew, bowing extravagantly before him, opening his mouth and speaking in his exotic Spanish accent "We have been successful, sir Mathew."
"Good work, tell me of your findings."
"These aren't just bandits, their leader is more a-how you say... cult leader. Some of them are bandits, the others think he's divine, blessed by fire, and will do anything for him. The servant me and Ser David interrogated said that he'd also never been topped. The ones Calou saw in the trees have bows, flint, and arrows coated in tar-oil. The leader's mansion on the end it filled with traps, if you enter be ready for hardship."
"Very nice work, now remove your leggings and get on your hands and knees, it looks like you could use some help, and the more male essence we get for this ritual the better."
"As you wish, Ser Mathew." Mathew knew that the Spanish cat loved getting fucked. Every time he witnessed the male getting fucked he was in pure bliss, but he didn't like to admit his weaknesses to anybody. He wasn't repressing them, surely he knew that he was a total slut on the inside, but he was also a very reliable agent, and wouldn't compromise that for anything. As he watched the pink ring reveal itself from the sea of black fur, all in-between the cat's toned ass, Mathew's cock began to stiffen, withdrawing from its hiding place, poking out of the hole in the front of his knight armor. The armor wasn't manufactured with a hole in the back, which is why Vellon had to remove his leggings, but all knights had a nice hole for their cocks to poke out of. A moment later he was splayed nicely out for the knight commander's prying eyes, just a hint of pink visible beneath his black-as-night mounds, on all fours, looking back expectantly with his tail swishing oh so enticingly. "I'm ready, sir"
"I can see that, now spread your cheeks little kitty"
"Y-yes sir." and reaching back, Vellon spread his midnight cheeks to reveal his pink, needy, tight tailhole in all its pulsing glory. "Please hurry, sir...for the ritual."
Mathew chuckled, he knew that it was more for him than the ritual. His rock hard malehood was sticking out of his armor hole in its full glory now. He brought his head down to the panther's raised taihole, one hand pulling one of his rump cheeks back, the other stroking over his canine erection eagerly. His lips extended to give the kitty a peck right on the tailhole, he withdrew a moment and poked his long, broad, dog tongue out of his maw, touching over the male's perineum, and continuing all the way up over his hot, musky orifice, eliciting a shiver from the panther. He proceeded to affectionately nuzzle, kiss and lick over that hot hole for a minute or so, sampling the tasty tailhole he'd be taking in just a moment.
He couldn't wait anymore, with glorious cock in hand, Mathew stood up, and still on one knee, he moved forward just enough to poke his head against the ring of needy pulsing flesh. He could swear he heard a soft mewl come from Vellon, but the male would probably deny it. Deciding to give his loyal scout a show, the golden retriever drooped his head down, locking his jaw on the cat's scruff, before pushing forward with his red cock, slowly breaking down any resistance, before finally, it sunk through the hole, making both men shiver and moan. Slowly inch after inch sunk inward, Mathew knew that Vellon would happily take it all for him in one go. His hips finally patted at the midnight cheeks, signaling that he was balls deep in that snug butt.
The rest of the troops were in mid fuck, many of the newer knights were out of their armored leggings, taking cock up the rear for their higher-ranking peers, or sucking them off. Some were just alone jerking themselves off, others helping each-other out with a free paw or two. The one thing that was certain was all of the knights were getting closer and closer to that orgasm, upon which time they would shuffle over to the cute deer mage and plant their seed up his tailpipe. Calou was still busy drawing his magic circle, his cheeks seemed to be a permanent shade of red, however, most of the rutting knights were lewdly eyeing up his rump, all of them thinking about how they'd be shooting their virile, teeming sperm into it soon.
A senior knight, a large muscular gator, to be more exact, advanced toward Mathew, a golden-furred rabbit tightly pressed to his chest. The much smaller male's rear was pressed right up against the light-green crotch, and the long-eared knight was squirming as the gator's cock shifted around in his rear while he walked. The gator stepped up right next to Mathew, plopping his bunny on all fours in front of him, so the diminutive male was side-by-side with Vellon. The gator's hips immediately sped up, fondling those golden cheeks as he went to work on the rabbit's soft tush.
"Ey' there commander, nice pussy ya got there." He chortled, motioning to the midnight black cat with his head.
Vellon shot the gator a dirty, dangerous look with his fangs bared, making him look rather cute with his cheeks still bright red "Shush, you filthy swamp-dweller, this is for the kingdom, not your personal enjoyment."
"Tell 'at to yer lil kitty prick." He retorted, still chuckling, ignoring his little rabbit toy's moans.
"Sir Claen," Mathew cut in "Do you enjoy making wise cracks at high-ranking officers? Or Can you just not help yourself?"
"Just like tellin' the truth, sir." His teeth were bore in a wide grin as he continued, "Jest like how I'd like to get a crack at that lil black furball m'self."
"Not likely." Vellon returned, scoffing.
"Aww c'mon Velly, I gotta watch that amazing, tight-muscled ass o' yers wiggle every day, promise I'll treat yeh nice." The gator added, his sincerity startling both the black cat and the golden retriever.
"Ah, well that's..." Vellon began, his voice trailing off in confusion, not sure how to answer. "...still not likely."
"Heh, let me give yeh an example, take a good look kitty." He wrapped his massive arms around the golden rabbit's small chest, bringing his face right up to the diminutive male's. He breathed dominantly over the cute gold muzzle, his hot breath flowing over it before he finally opened his maw and forcefully mashed it against the lower ranking soldier's. He proceeded to lap at the tongue held within, coaxing it into a frenzy, and causing its owner to buck with need. Sensing the time was right, his hips angled like a true pro, just the right spot so his 13 inch shaft rammed right up against the cute pink button within, sending jolts of pleasure up the submissive boy's body as he crushed it with avid determination.
Vellon's eyes opened wide as he bore witness to the gator loving and fucking the cute young soldier with passionate, caring, rough strokes, causing the small male to moan loudly into his maw while writhing upon the dark green male's godly fuckpole. His eyes were drawn to what he could see, he wanted a closer look, those wet, meticulous, firm sounds of a strong male slapping his crotch against a lesser male's upturned ass teasing him to no end. Sure, Mathew was good, but there was something about this gator that rubbed him in all the wrong, and right ways at the same time.
After a mere minute of nonstop gator hammering, the rabbit suddenly yelped for him to stop, the gator reluctantly pulled out, unhappy that his piece of tail had to go, but satisfied with his handywork. He watched as the teardrop-tailed rabbit stumbled over to the circle, his ass still gaping after taking such a large cock.
"Guess I gotta go find someone else, fuck ya later, kitty, " He paused, giving a nod to Mathew "Commander."
Vellon waited until the gator left before looking down, and announcing that he, too, was ready. Mathew's eyebrows raised, surprised that Vellon was ready to blow already, he had half a mind to tell the cat it was okay to feel attraction, but decided the cat could make his own decisions. He withdrew his doghood from the pink entrance, nuzzling the cat with his muzzle before letting the midnight scout rush off to the center.
The rabbit, stepped right up to Calou, who had finished preparing the circle, and was on all fours with his lubed up pink entrance pointed toward the crowd of rutting knights. He had yet to receive his first load from the nights, but was more than ready for the ritual to come underway. The rabbit immediately grasped at the deer's cheeks, and pressed his 6 inch cock right against the entrance, immediately sinking in with a gasp from both parties. It took not two strokes before the male groaned, and his hot seed burst forth, creaming the deer's pink guts in an explosion of sticky warmth.
As the gold male rode out his orgasm, a burly wolf waited, impatiently stroking his cock to make sure he was ready to go the minute a spot opened up. The very second the rabbit was done, the grey wolf tugged him unceremoniously away, earning a startled gasp from both rabbit and deer, before plunging his wolven shaft into those hot, creamy depths, immediately growling and firing off his addition to the deer's body. Immediately after he pulled out Vellon was up next, he stooped down, entered, and unloaded his panther seed into the elegantly horned male's body. He punctuated his addition with a delicate kiss in thanks to the back of the deer's neck.
By the time Vellon was done, a line had formed behind the deer, first to step up was a horse, then a German Shepard, and a husky, a cheetah, a bluejay, skunk, dragon, otter, a number of other males, all of them immediately cumming the minute they entered his hot, sticky depths, depositing the contents of their balls into the mage.
On the other side of the camp Mathew had two smaller knights, both brown labs, brothers to be exact, sucking him off and making out at the same time. Their long, warm tongues at work shining their commander's shaft. While they worked, two other men, a horse and a lion, were busy plowing them from behind. All throughout the camp, the wet sounds of mass sex were filling up the bandit's hideout. The musky, invigorating scent of males in rut permeated the air, surely turning on the knights even more as they took out their sexual needs on each-other.
So many loads, so much cum, Calou had cast spells on his body to prevent cum from escaping, but that just meant that it had to go deeper in him. Surely every inch of his winding tailpipe was stuffed full, but knights just kept stepping up and finishing in him, over and over again. He moaned out as his magic cock ring prevented yet another orgasm, making him groan as his orbs burned. This was the third time his cum had been denied. He had to keep going for the spell to work, the moment he came the spell would trigger, but until then he wasn't allowed to cum, and had to be sure he received enough male essence for the magic to work.
Almost all of the male's had came, Sir Mathew was at the back of the pack, the two Labrador brothers still at work licking his malehood, all while he fingered their well-fucked holes hungrily. When it was their turns, they took it together, side-by-side both inserting their 7 inch pricks into the deer's passage and howling out as their cocks unloaded into the cervine at the same time. As their orgasms died down they began to make out again, shooting the last of their cum before pulling out and joining the rest of the spent troops.
The last up was Mathew, he stepped up to Calou, cock in hand, and stuck his cock back into the deer for the second time that day. His insides were incredibly wet and warm, his spells kept it tight, it felt like his walls shifted around his shaft, coaxing out the contents of his balls, surely another spell the mage had in his arsenal. He thrusted once, twice, thrice, four times, and on the fifth he shoved his knot in with a satisfying 'plop'. He, too, howled out, cum rushing out of his shaft and bursting into the deer's rear. Immediately he reached down and ripped the magic ring off of the cervine`s trapped shaft, causing the deer to yell out into the woods, his love nut was smashed against his walls, and it was all too much, with massive bucking spasm, his cum burst forth and onto the spell circle, causing it to light up. The light ran through his body, the cum interacting with the spell gem to the point where it looked like a second sun had been turned on him. Intense, blinding light came from his knotted rear, mouth, and eyes, and he continued to yell out as his orgasm jetted out more onto the circle. Finally, after a minute of cumming nonstop, the light began to die down, his body ceasing its flow.
A moment of silence ensued, a few of the knights looked around confused, unsure if anything had really happened, but then it came. A downpour that embodied the gods crying with joy, Massive drops of rain fell from the sky. Droplets of water battled against the flames, forcing their way down further and further to the base of the logs, steam rose rapidly, misting with each fallen droplet. It took a mere 10 seconds to douse the flames enough to get across, the moment it was ready, a rejuvenated David yelled "CHARGE!" prompting a flurry of fur to begin traversing the previously burning logs.
Mathew had his head pressed to the back of Calou's neck, and was nuzzling it affectionately, sweet kisses danced up the exhausted cervine's nape, making him giggle with breathy sounds. Oddly, Mathew could shift around his warm insides, but felt no more cum, it had all been used up to cast that powerful spell. The spell did the trick, however, and Mathew had work that needed to still be done.
"Great job, Calou," he whispered softly, hot breath rolling over the deer's light-brown ear. "You did wonderfully, but I must return to the battle. I'm need to pull out, you ready?"
"Y-yes." The brown-furred male managed to squeak out.
Mathew pulled back, slowly and tenderly as he could, his knot hadn't deflated in the slightest, but after the stretching Calou had received, he was able to free himself with a slick 'pop'. After planting one more affectionate kiss on the deer's neck, he began to take off.
"W-wait," Calou stammered, making the Golden Retriever pause, "Take the bottle in my bag, its r-right over there."
Mathew stepped over and withdrew a large vial of lubricant, the same one that he'd used to fuck the boy in the war tent.
"Y-you never know when it'll come in handy." he gave the knight a weak smile before rolling onto his side in complete exhaustion.
The sounds of battle were all over the encampment, clashing blades, sparks flying, all amidst the downpour of magic rain. The bandit's unorthodox fighting style was surprising most of the knights, they were jumping off buildings, attacking from behind, using smoke, slings, basically using whatever they could find to get the element of surprise. Even though the bandit's tactics were fairly effective, the knights were still pushing them back and clearing out the encampment at a rapid pace. Before long they'd be at their diabolical leader's house.
Mathew rushed into a house that had smoke rising from the windows, as soon as he got in he saw that it was a bar, and much of the liquor had lit on fire. The rain wasn't stopping it because it was burning from the inside of the house. Heard yells from the upper room, but was engaged by a pair of grey wolves that rushed him as soon as he made it in. With a few swift sword strokes he'd dispatched both of them.
A muffled cry came from the upstairs portion, he dodged through the raging flames, forging his way to the staircase, where the fire had mercifully not touched yet. He rushed up the staircase, and found the rear end of a tied up raccoon, with cum leaking down his rear end, which was also plugged up with a half-empty bottle of ale. The small mammal was laying and tied to a wooden post with a couple of crudely tied knots, a pair of underwear being used as a makeshift gag. The knight commander chopped him free, earning a delighted, drunken squeak from the captive.
He hoisted the black and grey male onto his shoulder, turning quickly to try and return the way he'd came. He was about to begin stepping down the stairs when suddenly he heard a loud crack come from above. A an avalanche of boards bombarded the staircase he'd ran up not one minute ago, sealing off that means of escape.
Damn, can't go that way The retriever thought to himself. He turned around looking for a means of escape, and found exactly what he wanted. A glass window, one that already had a crack in it, even. He hit the window with a sharp 'thwap!' from the side of his blade, shattering it into a million pieces. Just at that moment the back of the staircase caved in. Deciding it was high time to leave, the canine lept out of the burning building, captive in paw.
The landing was a little rough, the poor raccoon landed on his bum, ramming the bottle the rest of the way up his tailpipe. Mathew had rolled to absorb most of the impact, but ended up on his back in the process. He rose to his feet with a groan, his eyes falling upon the raccoon who looked a tad stunned. He'd normally wonder if the male was okay, but judging by the rock hard state his cock was in, he assumed it was so.
Extending a paw, he hoisted the teenage male up onto shaky legs. He reached down with a paw and pulled the bottle out with a slurp. The male thanked him profusely before running off down the path to freedom. He couldn't help but notice that the coon's words were slurred, and that the bottle was missing about half of its original contents.
Not two seconds later, David rushed to his side, "Hey Mathew, you okay? They sure are-hey is that beer?"
Mathew looked down at the bottle that had been in the raccoon's bum, chuckling internally as he said "Erm... yeah, you want it?"
"Do I?!" He exclaimed, immediately snatching up the bottle and chugging down the rest of the contents. "Hmmm, weird there's this familiar musky taste to it, well anyways, can't let the battle get away from us, lets go!" He shouted before rushing back into the heat of it.
Mathew had to stifle his laughter before returning to the fray, he'd be sure to mention this one to a crowd of spectators when they were all drunk at the tavern later.
They had fought their asses off, stemmed the tide of bandits and pushed through all the way to the final house, the leader's mansion. Mathew had kept wary of the archers in the trees, thwarting them at every available moment. The troops were exhausted, tired, and wounded, and still battling out in the houses. Mathew gathered up a handful of soldiers that were good to go, and cautiously pushed the large double-doors open to enter the ominous building.
The lobby was open, with stairs leading up, as well as two separate pathways to closed doors on the sides. The entire place looked lavish, entirely clean, and with artwork and furniture, in other words the complete opposite of the rest of the town. Aside from those, there was one other invention of interest. A wall of tails, is what it's called, usually reserved for parties and temporary gatherings. There are a total of 20 openings on the sides of the walls, all occupied with an ass, completely bare and open for use. There were mostly males of all sorts of species with a few females, the different shaped rears and nether parts all pointed outward from the wall, ready to receive a pounding from any who desired. He recognized one of the asses, as it belonged to the knight that was kidnapped by the foxes earlier. The poor cat had a fresh batch of cum already leaking from his hole, but looked okay otherwise.
Mathew sent two from his party of five to free the captives, leaving three to take on the leader. Him and his two soldiers charged up the stairs, and were immediately met with a hallway. The hallways had a crimson carpet laid out, with flames carved on the sides. Mathew stopped for a moment. Something was fishy, but didn't have time to stop his two knights before they stepped on a switch. Immediately Mathew his the deck as a flurry of arrows shot out from the wall in front, avoiding them himself, but the other two got the brunt of the attack.
Both knights were in poor condition, one had three arrows sticking out of his armor, the other four, both were lucky none had penetrated their helmets. Mathew dragged them back while they howled in pain, leaving a trail of blood that seemed to be the same color as the crimson carpet below. He opened the door, where there luckily was another knight standing ready, he handed them off before entering again, they'd be fine when the medics got to them.
This time he was alone, he looked at the floor of the room his comrades had been shot in, and noted that there were a few places with an indentation compared to the rest of the raised floors. He cautiously stepped on one, ready to hit the deck, but no arrows came. He found more as he continued through the hallway, all the way until the end. The door at the back had flames etched into it, he assumed this is where he would encounter the bandit leader, the source of this conflict.
He placed his hand on the dual doors, about to push forward when he remembered something. A little deer dressed in white. He pulled the vial of lubricant Calou had given to him, and poured it all over his fur, coating it in the wet, slippery glaze. He then proceeded to push the doors open, and face the last fight of this long day.
He entered into a circular room, with the center con caving, making the entire floor look like a basin, light shown in from a sunroof placed above. There was a podium on the opposite side of the wall, and there stood the bastard who called himself a god. The leader of the bandits. He was a crow, dressed in a red cape that was frayed on the edges to look like fire, and stood above Mathew atop his podium. "Welcome, knight commander, to my kingdom. I know you've fought through my followers and made your way up here in a most valiant effort to thwart my godhood, but that all ends now. The heavens will not allow me to be beaten, that's why they allow me the power of flame, why I have never been taken, and why so many follow under my rule." He paused, eyeing up the retriever, "However, since you are so persistent I'll spare your life and offer you a high ranking position in my camp of followers, and I can assure you, the foxes that are my agents have some very nice tailholes."
Mathew was fuming, he normally keeps his cool, but when somebody hurts his men, he can't stand it. "You cause all of this trouble, kill my men, start a cult and abuse innocents, then expect me to bow down? This is the end of the line, Crow!" He shouted, withdrawing his sword.
Before Mathew could do anything, the crow flipped a switch, causing the entire basin to light up with fire. The flames rose high as the podium, just barely not crossing it, engulfing the knight commander instantaneously "Sorry, Commander, but you've walked into my trap, oh and you may call me Phoenix when entering the afterlife.
The flames were hot, magically so. They melted steel and iron alike, burning all in their path. The crow laughed maniacally as the flames continued to blaze throughout the room, nothing but fire could be seen. A moment later a flash of gold exited the fire, leaping upward toward the podium. Mathew wrapped his hands around the crow's neck, crashing the surprised 'god' into the ground behind the podium with his weight. The fire had burned off all of his equipment, the iron was all gone. Internally he thanked Calou for the fireproof lubricant, before addressing the crow in his grasp. The male was still squawking nonsense, confused, but still shouting that he was a god.
The retriever ripped his cape off and eyed the black male's ass, it was perky, and looking oh so nice at the moment. Instead of countering the avian's argument he decided to make things a bit more physical. He took cock in hand, and rubbed it over Phoenix` tailhole, holding his tail feathers up with one hand. The crow began to thrash, but Mathew had about enough from this little prick, he drove his hips forward, immediately pushing through that unused, virgin hole and sheathing all the way in. The crow cried out as his false godhood was taken from him, clawing helplessly at the ground.
Mathew's face didn't change, he was pissed, and going to take out every little bit of unused anger on his enemy's rear end. His hips began to move, driving his retriever length in and out of that pink hole amidst the sea of black feathers, punching his way through those depths that no male had ever been in before. That little ring of flesh tried to close around him, squirming as its owner groaned in pain. He didn't plan on giving the bird any pleasure, he just kept haphazardly hammering his entire length in and out. He was proving a point here, making sure that this little bastard knew just what he deserved, as well as what to expect in prison.
His hips changed angle, he began raising them up more, just so smack against the bird's black tail feathers, which were quickly becoming wet with pre and sweat. The heat of the raging fire was making this even more taxing, he may not be getting burned, but it still felt like he was fucking in a furnace. Beneath him the crow's caws of protest began to change tune. Seems like the false god is a slut after all.
He withdrew his hand from the filled crow-ass, pulling it back before slamming his upturned palm on the black-feathered cocksleeve. Instead of pulling back to do it again, he grabbed a fistful of the crow's feathers on his ass cheek and pulled back hard, ripping them out and leaving a bare patch showing pink skin on the right side of his ass. The bird squawked in pain as Mathew brought his fist above the crow's head, still clutching the soft, black butt-feathers. He released them, letting them drift down in front of the impaled male's head. The bird sounded his dissent as he watched his perfect sheen of feathers drift down in front of his face.
He ripped his cock out, causing a loud pop that could be heard above the roaring flames as the suction in his unwilling bitch's ass was released. Mathew was far from done, he hoisted the crow up and shoved him up onto the podium. He pulled the crow's cock so it was just barely dangling behind the speaking platform, and bobbing in the air, while forcing his legs up onto the stand as well. One paw gripped the back of Pheonix' neck feathers, the other pushing down against the bare patch of skin on his ass. He angled his tip against the pucker, which was open and waiting as it kissed along the tip of his cock, singing quite a different tune than the crow's helpless protests. After taking a brief moment to enjoy the sight of that ring practically begging for him to return, he slammed all the way back in in a fraction of a second, earning another pitiful, loud squawk from the ring's owner.
He quickly returned to his pace, fucking in and out, rapidly slamming whatever buttons he pleased inside of his beaten ass-prisoner. The retriever pulled the crows head up, letting him feel the burning heat of the raging inferno as he fucked more squawks into the flames, preaching a rather different sermon than usual to the room in which he'd undoubtedly indoctrinated so many more before him. Mathew grinned a in a toothy, savage show of teeth at the sight, before slamming the male's head back down onto the podium's end. His length battered in and out of the upturned hole, now sore and pulsing, he could even see the abused, red ring of chaffed flesh as he piston-fucked the hell of of the ex-monarch.
The heated room caused droplets of sweat to run off both male's bodies, drops pattered from Mathew's soaked fur onto the Phoenix' black feathers, all while the crow's ass sweat flowed down over his back and over the retriever's cock as it slipped to and fro into his tailhole. Each thrust was taxing, as the dog felt as if each breath was fire, but he'd trained in difficult situations before, and nothing would keep him from claiming this ass nice and proper for the good of all Olias. Hips met ass as the two hot, exhausted forms writhed, taking the biggest toll on the crow, as he seemed to be losing the energy to protest by the second.
Mathew himself was getting close to the big finale, and didn't plan on slowing up. His hips continued to mash hard against the black presented ass, he's sure if there weren't feathers it would look beet red at this point. His hard cock slipped to and fro, battering over the avian's love nut every once in a while, sending powerful electric sensations throughout the bird's system. He felt the passage tighten as a croon of pleasure erupted from Phoenix's beak, telling him that the bird was blasting his load on the floor. Mathew latched his maw on the slut's neck, growling and breaking skin as he felt himself fall over the edge as well.
His dick pulsed as the shock hit his body, up, up, up and boom, his first shot of cum creamed the birdy's guts. He pushed his knot in, sinking it through the protesting ring of flesh, just to mercilessly rip it out again, knot fucking the bird's ass while breeding it with his doggy cubs. His balls seized repeatedly, working overtime to complete their job of shooting all of their contents into the dog's chosen orifice.
With one final thrust, he pushed his knot in again, tying the bird, and leaving it, just for the last spurt of sperm into the bitch's battered ring. "There, see, now you've been taken." Phoenix just remained silent, unsure of what to say as the entire life he'd built just came crashing around him with his orgasm.
Ten minutes later, the golden retriever exited the door, he had to stop his soldiers in the lobby from playing with the captives from the wall of tails, who were more than happy to show their appreciation to their liberators. As soon as the knights saw him they began cheering, the bandits that remained either fled or stopped fighting.
As he carried the crow along, still tied to his crotch, he could see the foxes in the trees looking on in disbelief at the sight of their prophet, knotted and leaking cum. He practically paraded the blushing avian throughout the village, receiving cheers and praise, and for the crow, jeers and insults. He went back to the courtyard, where all of his loyal knights begun to gather.
"Knights, today we won!" He shouted, prompting a chorus of cheers and celebration from all around. "It was a rough battle, not all of us made it out, but we were successful, and the kingdom is a safer place because of it. Return home to your loved ones, and rejoice, remember the fallen, but look to the future, because that's what they would have wanted, and soon, we save lives again, For the Glory of Olias!" At that last phrase, the knights shouted it back, making the sound light up the night.
The night was well on its way, Mathew had been to a banquet at the king's palace where he'd turned down a royal invitation to the bedroom, from both the king and prince. In the corner of his eye he'd seen a familiar gator chatting up his midnight black scout, a hand on the cat's rear as he whispered lewd things into the blushing feline`s ear. He'd told his wife that the king would have him partying all night long, much to her disappointment, but he had someone else on his mind. He rounded the last stair to the mage tower to find a certain deer mage waiting, completely nude, outlined only by the light from a fireplace, the flame dancing shadows over the deer's lithe form in the doorframe. He entered the room, and the door shut behind him, the night had just begun, and he'd more than earned his night alone with the royal mage, and soon, to no surprise, growls and yells of passionate lovemaking could be heard to all within earshot of the winding tower.