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“Before me was an unrepentant villain."

The azure flame was an illusion, emitting no warmth but casting a ghostly light over the grotto. It flickered, grim shadows dancing across the walls as if some fell ritual was in the casting. Here was found an ancient temple long abandoned and fallen to ruin, placed at the back of a great cave which opened out onto the South shore of the island. The wood was rotted, yet had managed to retain its crimson colour, the torii which heralded the entrance of the grounds infested with shelled aquatic creatures, the stench of brine strong in the air. Sand was underfoot, though in some places could be found great stone platforms and craterous pools of water left behind from the high tide. The entrance corridor was currently submerged, and while the ocean had never reached the temple, it would always come close enough to lap at its knees.

Much of the building had collapsed, but in places the ruins had been reinforced with driftwood and a hodgepodge of castaway materials. A ventilation shaft had been knocked into the cave wall for a firepit, a defensive trench had been dug and beside its cover lay a small crossbow, and above the temple door was a crudely scrawled design featuring the smiling face of a fox. The abandoned temple was an ancient mystery, a tribute to the Moon God, but what it had been transformed into was half the hideout of a true survivalist, and half the sort of secret base that a group of children might construct.

The Zoroark surveyed his prisoner. This Beastlord had chased him through three settlements, their Cerberus ever at his heels, all the way South to his final hideout. It was here that the tables had turned, for as Raphael had learned more about his quarry, the fox too had studied him, and concocted the perfect trick. This Knight was too purehearted, and too foolish in his goodness. A suitable illusion of some damsel in distress was all that it took to have Raphael break his cover, desperate to come to the aid of a person which never existed in defence of a threat which… well, that part was real. And an excellent trick it was! What a delectable cliché!

Now he had the Beastlord in his hideout, bound to the torii by heavy rope that he'd stolen from a fishing boat, and blindfolded with a scarf he'd stolen from a young woman. The Zoroark chomped into a peach he'd stolen from a nearby orchard, and washed it down with a little sake he'd stolen from the local inn. Very easy this stealing business was when with an Illusion you could disguise yourself as anyone – or simply make yourself invisible if you found the effort of anything more elaborate to be beneath you that day.

He'd been evading that fat Dragoness, Moira, for years – but she never had a nose quite so precise as that accursed Cerberus on her side. This foreigner had come too close, and now he must be dealt with. But, the Zoroark was not a killer, and found himself at something of a loss for what to do. The tide would go out at dawn, and as the entryway passage emptied out, he had little doubt that the Cerberus would be waiting for him. Of course, he wouldn't be there – he had an emergency escape tunnel prepared after all! But he must do something to have the Beastlord abandon his pursuit.

Before any suitable plan came to mind, Raphael stirred, and as consciousness returned, he mumbled, “The boy on the pier…"

The Zoroark scoffed, incited to reply boldly, “Never existed. But that precariously balanced beam did, and your three headed bitch can't swim, so I got you! A perfect little trap if I do say so myself! You've been spirited away to my hideout, foreigner!" He leaned into his joyous Pride, relishing the victory, “It was hilarious! The deadly Spirit that's been hunting me for days, howling out, 'Master! Master! Master!' while I rowed away with my prize!"

The Beastlord tested his bonds, finding them to be quite solid. He had been bound upright, relieved of his weapon and tied to the great wooden strut of the torii temple gate with a great deal of rope. The blindfold refused to budge, and without a target that he could fully conceptualise, his [Tame] could not be applied. He ground his teeth together, roused to conscious clarity, “She will find me."

“I don't doubt that! But I won't be here - you see, I'm the Hero! I'm-“

The human interjected fiercely, “Heroes don't steal from their own impoverished people. Heroes don't do what you did to those women."

“Well, I am owed compensation for my heroics, you know? In payment for my one-fox-war against the Emperor, why should I be fed, watered, and have my nuts drained every now and again? It's their own fault for not noticing that it wasn't really their mates ploughing them! If my disguise is so effective, then they can't have been too close to begin with, eh? They should thank me for revealing that to them!"

Raphael could not see, but as the Zoroark spoke, the fox casually invoked his magic, cladding himself in the illusory forms of Kitsune, Renamon, and more vulpine creatures native to the East Island. The cost of Illusion Magic was to indulge the Sin of Pride, and this Hero found the taste of it addicting rather than troublesome, “I'm justified in everything I do, you know? These Dragon cunts ruined this place. What's a little collateral damage in taking them out? I bet you outsiders don't know shit about the realities of this East Island, eh?"

The Beastlord sublimated his disgust. The Torii was rough with the shells of a great many creatures, perhaps if he shuffled slyly enough, he might wear the ropes away? Determined to keep his captor talking, he spoke, “Tell me, then."

“Oh, I do like a history lesson! Listen up, outsider!" The Zoroark strutted back and forth, flamboyant in his pacing, “A long ass time ago, this island was abundant! More Dracite than we knew what to do with! The [Creation] Legendary Hero that spawned so many races put us here on this pristine jewel of the Stormsea – and those fucking Dragons fucking fucked it up for all of us!"

“When the second Dragon Emperor offed his dad and ascended to the throne, do you know what the first thing that scaly piece of shit did was? He ordered every last scrap of Mithril to be torn from the ground. Melted it down to make weapons and armour and works of art, put it all in a big pile, and fucking sat on it! That Dragon Racial Instinct to Hoard what they find to be most precious destroyed our future!" He gesticulated furiously, “What a fucking idiot! So long as you leave the Mithril in the ground, Dracite just keeps growing on it forever, but as soon as you mine and process it, it's just fancy metal!"

The fox laughed humourlessly, “The first Dragon Emperor subjugated the Vipers, but the second made them into their slave army, and set their sights on the Theocracy! Yeah, a Mithril Sword is super cool and sharp as hell. But an Evocation Mage with a Dracite fragment in her staff is destruction incarnate! Every generation, there's another pointless fucking war that we always lose!" He swept his arm, “There is one fucking plus – Dragon numbers are so thin that the sick fucks have resorted to inbreeding to survive as a species! That fat whore Moira is gonna marry her own father next month!"

“Dracite isn't even the only fucking answer!" They ranted, “But every time someone comes up with some new farming method or innovation or whatever, the Dragons come and fucking kill them! They say that to accept any other way would mean to embrace defeat, to admit that a near thousand years on our knees ain't a mere setback, but a place that we will stay forever! And I'm supposed to be the one with the Pride Sin!? Fuck!"

He took a deep breath, “So yeah, I'm owed my due for making trouble for these assholes. All the food, drink, and cunt that I want. I'm a Hero! And everyone here should be so fucking grateful! I feel like the only two people on the whole island that aren't completely insane are me and Prince Rush! He backs me all the way!"

That name was enough to stop Raphael's twisting to query, “Impossible." The Heir was well known across the island, a Conjuration Mage cursed with the Sin of Sloth. Magnanimous, he often visited the most isolated settlements and used his Magic to resupply them, though would then spend weeks convalescing. He was an oddity, far removed from the cruelty of his father and of Moira, and the Beastlord couldn't imagine the person he'd heard spoken of with such hope to be associated with this villain.

“Oh, it's true. How do you think I knew you were on that ferry and had the Dracite to begin with? I've been exchanging letters with him for a half-year now, ever since the bastard Emperor locked him up in his rooms!" He sounded so pleased with himself, “I gave the Dracite to a Viper courier carrying his Royal Insignia! It'll be with the Prince soon enough, and he'll use that power to free us all, you'll see! We'll have a bloody revolution!"

The rope frayed, ever so slightly, and the Zoroark continued, “You're supposed to be a good guy too, right? Why aren't you on my side? We're the same." He clicks his tongue, “Or do you think you're better than me, too?"

The silence dragged on for a very long time. And then after a deep breath, the Beastlord spoke, “One of those women you raped killed herself."

“…what?"

Raphael's voice was filled with scorn, “You got her pregnant. Her mate rejected her. Her family turned their backs on her. And you didn't even know. Didn't even care to find out." He flexed the muscles of his arms, dragging against the ropes, “You're no Hero!"

“Well…" The voice quavered, “It was just a prank, bro! It's their own fault for taking it so seriously!"

The Beastlord growled, furious – despite the nature of his gambit. His temper flared, and again he started to feel that terrible Wrath in his gut. His skin felt hot, as if he was about to burst into flame, but he turned his anger into words, “You don't steal from the Viper either, because that would be too hard, too dangerous, wouldn't it? You steal from people that are barely getting by, people you're claiming to protect-“

“Tribute! In the war against the Dragons, I'm owed this!" The Zoroark took a deep breath, and then cackled, sounding rather unhinged, “Why'd that dumb bitch have to off herself? She should have been grateful to get knocked up by a fucking stud like me! I'm a Shiny! One in five hundred!"

This time, Raphael scoffed, “You don't believe that. Not really. You're devastated that you got someone killed, and you can't convince yourself otherwise – never mind me!" The Beastlord had done his research as well, sublimating his Wrath to deal a finishing blow, unleashing the most cliché line that his mind could conjure, “You're still just a frightened little boy playing games, aren't you, Hiroyuki?"

“Don't you say that name! I'm the Hero! Hiroyuki is a loser that died when the Dragons burnt his father's farm!"

“Hiroyuki is a brigand that his father would have been ashamed of!"

A wrenching howl sounded, a clawed hand grasped the scruff of his collar, and Raphael had won, “[Tame]. Got you." His body went limp with relief, “Now, [Untie] me."

“Fuck! Fuck you, you foreign cunt!" But despite their words, the power of [Tame] could not be resisted, “What the hell did you do to me! What is this power?"

Raphael freed his arms and slipped the blindfold, “My Apex Ability is called [Tame]. I'm sure you've figured out some of it already, but in broad strokes, you're now unable to attack me and must subserviently follow my orders." He rolled a shoulder, “We couldn't catch you, even with Dia on your trail. So, Bravura suggested that we let you catch me instead. Then I'd just have to prod at your Pride until you gave me a chance. I'm a little surprised that it all went so smoothly…"

“[Stay]." He held the Zoroark in place, “Before we go any further, I need to apologise. Nobody died. I had to say something despicable to provoke you, and I know you're not a killer." He took a deep breath, exhaling with force, not too pleased by his own dirty tactic, “I need to conceptualise what I'm targeting and know where they are. Easy when I can see you. But your aunt had a lovely picture of you to go along with your name, so all I needed was to have you touch me so I'd know where to aim." Dia's nose had led them at one point all the way to his old family home, and every advantage had been taken. Raphael gave a small huff, “Would you believe that I'm actually capturing you with the blessing of the family you do have left?"

The Zoroark stood a foot shorter than him, tailless and with a unique colouration. Their core was grey fur as one would expect, yet the mane was sapphire-blue, and the accents dark brown. Their ghostly azure flame shone brightly from above and behind, casting their shadow forwards to give them the appearance of being larger and more imposing than they were. Wasted theatrics for a blinded captive, though it now looked somewhat impressive, “How dare they betray me!? I'm the Hero! How could you trick me?! I am the trickster!"

The Beastlord shook his head, “You're no Hero. You're a thief and worse, a Mage on an ego trip that can't handle their own power. That's why it was so easy to lay this trap. I'm amazed Moira is having so much trouble with you." He tilted his head, and strode over to a nearby crate to retrieve his equipment, “Oh, you can't cast spells without my [Permission], so don't get any ideas."

Hiroyuki growled, “Oh, just you wait. I'll get free, and then you'll get yours!"

“No, you won't get free." The Knight slipped his rapier back into its scabbard, “By the laws of the Theocracy, a criminal may be enslaved until their debt is repaid to those that they have wronged. I claim the right to enforce that law as a Lord of the Trinity and as a Saint. It beats getting killed by Moira if I were to turn you over to her, doesn't it? How far do you think you'll get if you run from me when you can only use your Illusion Magic when I let you? You're mine now; your people gave you to me."

“Then, I'll kill you!" Though, the threat sounded feeble.

“If the power of an Apex Ability ended after the user died, then your race wouldn't even exist, would it?" Raphael shrugged, and then his expression darkened, “The Dracite alone is more of a loss than you could repay in ten lifetimes. But you're going to do your best. We'll see about recovering that later. For what you did to those women, I think I'll have you start off as a whore for me. You can suck cocks in District Eight for one silver coin at a time. But first, we'll return to the Zoroark Enclave and after you apologise, we'll see if anyone there wants to have a go on your back free of charge. That's a fitting punishment by my reckoning."

Raphael looked around, taking in the underground temple, his gaze lingering on that flooded undersea passage. The Zoroark was shaking, “B-b-but, I'm straight! Y-you can't d-do this to me!"

He scoffed, “You're not straight anymore." Was the simple response, “Did you give those foxes a choice? You're a sex-slave now. So, get fucking used to the idea."

“Please! I'll do anything! Just-“

“No." Raphael scowled, “This is the justice of this nonsense world. I swore an Oath to uphold it. You've plenty of sins on your back, and rather than hand you over to Moira to die, I'm going to redeem you personally." He looked down at the quivering fox, every bit of their vanity and bluster dispelled, “We're stuck here until the tide goes out, aren't we? [Answer]."

Compelled, their voice was torn from their throat, “Yes."

The Beastlord shook his head, “My name is Raphael. From now on, you will call me [Master]. You will be Hiro for short. [Respond]."

“Yes, Master."

Fear, hate, fury, and a slyness all combined in their voice. The Zoroark was weighing his options, searching for some means to escape or to trick him. In a way, Raphael was rather relieved. If the fox had burst into tears and thrown himself at his feet, apologised profusely, and begged for mercy, he might not have been able to summon up the heart to punish them so severely. The Knight didn't find that this officious persona really suited him, an authority which as a Saint he could wield as he saw fit, there was an uneasiness to handing out such a sentence so arbitrarily. As an Officer in his previous world, he'd once had power, but also guidelines and ethical standards to follow – now the only moral compass which mattered was the one in his chest.

But the fox was truly unrepentant, and that hardened Raphael's spirit. He didn't care about the people he had wronged, he didn't even care about the people he claimed to be fighting for. He was a true sinner, indulgent in his Pride, who visited mean-spirited pranks on others for entertainment and for personal gain. He had lost to his Racial Instinct for Tricks and Grudges as much as the Dragons he scorned for Hoarding, and then he surrendered to his Sin as well.

It had been interesting to learn where the [Curse] user fell into things from the old Cerberus. While all species outside of the original five – Human, Elf, Dwarf, Orc, Goblin - were made by the [Creation] user, it was the [Curse] user which had inflicted a Racial Instinct on each species. Somewhere buried in every Wolfman was a Pack Instinct, in every Skaven was manipulation, in every Gryphon vanity – and whether an individual accepts this archetypal trait or forcibly rejects it, it no less defines them. In a way, Hiroyuki was as much a product of his own biology as much as he was the bad decisions which had led him here. Though, his agency in those choices remained.

As Raphael looked ponderous, the Zoroark tried a new line of attack, “Please, Master – I can do so many useful things! Using my Magic, I can steal whatever you want! I promise I'll do as you say! I can do chores, I can get a job to work off the debt! I know how to fish! Just please, don't make me go back to the village! You don't know what I've done! Those men you're going to give me to will be-"

Their begging came just a little too late, “You're a slave now. You do what I tell you to. And that starts with an apology with words, and then with your body." He folded his arms, “You're going to suck cock when I tell you to. You're going to put yourself on your knees at my bidding. You stole from me. You threatened my Bravura. You have sinned against your own kin. The most mercy you can expect from me is a little oil before I fuck you."

It was a good thing that the Zoroark wasn't that insightful, or he might have spotted how close Raphael was to caving despite those strong words. Hiro quaked with fury, changing his act immediately, “I'll find a way to betray you even if it means selling you out to the Dragons!"

Raphael narrowed his eyes, “Then I will have to take my time teaching you your place until you understand and accept it. Before I have you bow before your village, I'll have to break you into becoming a true submissive and yielding whore myself!"

“Get on your [Knees]." He commanded the Zoroark, the smaller male struggling against the power of [Tame] to no avail. They collapsed onto the moist sand, sitting on their ankles as bid with an expression of pure fury. It was quite a sight, and Raphael approached slowly to place his hand against their cheek, supporting the jaw, “The features are somewhat effete, and I've met enough Zoroark now to say that this one is especially so. There are traces of purplish-blue around the eyes and the lips that don't look dissimilar to makeup. The fur is very soft and perfectly uniform. But it doesn't have the feel of being this way naturally. Why is that? [Answer]."

The fox scowled, “I use special oils and shampoos that I stole from the village women." They vibrated against his hand, “Don't talk about me like I'm some sort of faggot! A Hero has to look their best!"

“Eyes are a very soft yellow, I wonder if that's what inspired the choice of colour in that glass bead at the end of your mane holding it all together? They match pretty perfectly…" His thumb trailed the muzzle, “Shorter than a Wolfman. Suitably vulpine. The features are quite angular, but not as aggressively as a Cerberus. [Open] your muzzle and hold out your tongue." Hiro was forced to obey another order, “A smaller tongue than expected, all pink." And he drew a small vial filled with a pink substance from his belt pouch and poured it down their throat, “[Swallow]. Good boy."

Hiro coughed, clutching at their throat, “What the hell did you just give me, Master!?"

“Manticore venom." Was the nonchalant reply, “From my Kali. It's an aphrodisiac which will arouse you. I'm going to fuck you until you enjoy it either way, but I'd rather have you painting your chest like good little whore sooner rather than later. You can have a little more mercy than planned for your first time." His fingers found their ear, “The fur is generally dark grey, but the inside of the ears are the same purplish-blue as the mane. They're quite striking."

“What are you doing… Master?" The Zoroark was taking deep breaths, trying to fight the burgeoning heat at their core wrought of the Manticore venom, “Why are you saying these things?"

“It's become something of a ritual." Raphael sank his fingers into their long mane, “This is the way I take possession of my Pets. I'm assessing you as a Slave. I want to see your quality, find any scars and blemishes, learn every aspect of your body before I master it." He continued as their eyes widened in the horror of their new reality, “Carefully styled, there's enough vanity here to give Talion a run for his money. There's around as much floof in this mane as there is mass in his torso, with a glass bead around two thirds of the way down to keep it all bound up.

“Ah-“ The Zoroark gasped slightly as his Master toyed with his mane, massaging his skull and slowly running his fingers down it. A little pink had started to emerge from his crotch, despite their desperate attempts to quell it.

“Like the Wolfman, the Zoroark don't generally wear clothes. There's thick fur around the crotch to allow some modesty – at least usually. This one seems to have cut theirs short. Why can I see your cock? [Answer]."

A snarl, and then a reply, “You can see it because you drugged me, Master!" And to head off what would have been a repeated query, “It feels stifling to bury my sheathe under fur, so I shear it short!"

Raphael smirked, ignoring that part for now and continuing his assessment of their upper body, “Upper arms are a little thin, but not egregiously. In fact, it all looks rather proportioned – perhaps a slight edit from the [Creation] user?" His eyes trailed them, left to right, “The fur of the forearms is a little thicker, and each hand ends in three claws. They don't look very dexterous, but they're quite skilled with them." An idea came to mind, “[Masturbate]."

“What!?" Both of those clawed hands immediately descended to their crotch, and Raphael stepped back to slowly walk a circle around the kneeling fox.

“I'm interested to see that you use both hands. One supporting your undercarriage and toying with your sheathe, the other stroking your maleness. I'll be interested to see how that looks full grown." His assessment continued, “There's a dark brown across the chest and the shoulders, tufting up a little like the fur under my riding armour. I've found the designs to differ a small amount between individual Zoroark, this one forms natural points at the end of each shoulder. I can see the Sin Rune of Pride nestled here around the left pectoral, the Crescent Scepter..."

He found himself behind them on his slow circle of pacing, “The legs look much more developed. Digitigrade, thick thighed, and with another three purple-blue claws at the end of each paw. I always found it strange that Zoroark don't have tails, but I suppose the enormous manes take their place in terms of design." His journey brought him back to the front, “That's a fully erect cock. Smooth and pink, the knot isn't terribly large, only a slight bulge really. Maybe six inches? Perhaps a touch larger? Smaller than Alp, at least. A good third of it is the knot, so there's not much to really fuck with."

“I'm above average for my race! This is girthy for a fox!" They were quick to exclaim, their right paw furiously stroking their maleness while their left fondled their orbs. Precum was beginning to slicken the length, and the Manticore venom made their cheeks flush and their breath gasp, “How dare you shame me like this!"

Raphael ended his circle at the torii against which he was once bound, now casually leaning against it, “Why do you use both hands to masturbate? [Answer]."

A growl, and then submission, “I have a sensitive sheathe! I don't have any thick fur to support my balls, so it hurts if I let them swing free, but feels good if I hold them! Fuck you!" His pace increased, his expression became blissful, “Fuck, I'm gonna-“

“No, you're not."

“H-huh?" Hiro blinked. His pleasure reached its height, his cock was leaking precum prodigiously, and his weight slumped back over his ankles, but orgasm never came. The Zoroark found himself at a plateau, just before the peak he sought, and despite his best efforts, it would not come. The aphrodisiac dulled his awareness of his situation, the Beastlord fading to a blur, and he pumped his maleness desperately. No fantasy that he could recall would avail him, no imagined image of a whorish Renamon or seductive Kitsune, and he began to whine desperately, “Why!? Why can't I cum!?"

Raphael huffed, “It's the same for me, you know? [Tame] has evolved to be such a mess, all bound up with sex and intimacy. My Pets can't get off without me. And I can't get off without you. If you ever want to cum again in your life, your destiny is in my Monster Harem." He smirked, “Are you ready to be a good whore?"

The Zoroark gasped, but something in their core refused to yield. Theirs was the Sin of Pride, and he dug in his heels, “I'll never be your whore! I'll escape! I'll make you sorry! And your little dog, too!"

“Adorable. Keep masturbating, then. I'm going to explore your hideout." The Manticore venom was a cheap tactic, but cheap tactics were precisely what this fox deserved. Raphael took his time picking through the stolen articles, finding quite the amount of preserved foods, and no shortage of booze either. A good portion of the loot consisted of small trinkets, and he gathered them together to place into a sack, intending to return the lot to the Zoroark Enclave. The only thing of note that he discovered were a bundle of letters, all written on parchment of the highest quality, and all stamped with a jade wax seal. Those, he took for himself with the intent of reviewing their correspondence later.

By the time he returned, Hiro was openly weeping, his tears consumed by his own gasps of stifled pleasure. The fur of his abdomen and his crotch was as drenched as it would have been had he already ejaculated several times, but all of it was only precum. His yellow eyes were wild with need, and the moment that Raphael entered his field of vision, he begged, “Please! Please! Let me cum!"

Raphael drank in the sight. The Monsters of this nonsense world were oversexualised indeed, usually capable of multiple orgasms, and always quick to invoke sex as a means of establishing intimacy or hierarchy. Relationships between species were very uncommon as it was difficult for differing Racial Instincts to coexist in close quarters, but there seemed to generally be quite a lot of bisexuality and casual flings going on in the background. So much so that for such a feminine looking Zoroark to forcibly declare himself to be outright straight was mildly surprising. In fact, this was the first person he'd met here thus far to define themselves as such!

Hiro ground his jaws together, his Pride speaking to him. It didn't count if it was under duress! He wasn't going to enjoy this, he just needed this bastard to touch him so that he could cum! And then the fog of the drug would lift, and he would be able to think clearly again, and then he would escape! So, he'd never be able to use his magic again, or reach orgasm – but it beat being a Slave! Maybe there was a way to dispel this [Tame] effect somewhere? Or maybe he could just become a Monk. Then he could learn martial arts and really kick the ass of this arrogant Human! Yeah! He'd learn Kung-Fu from some Lucario Master and make this Knight sorry he was ever born!

The Beastlord set aside the gathered loot and observed them carefully, as if he could see their ridiculous fantasies playing out behind their eyes. There was still defiance in those eyes, “[Stop] masturbating." They ceased, but the need was apparent, their claws twitching to continue, their look of bliss turning ever more desperate. They were begging, but their heart was not in it. But, while exploring the hideout, Raphael had come up with a plan, “I'm going to ruin your Pride forever. Just like how the Wolfmen do it – I'll break you until you can never even imagine defying me."

He knelt before the Zoroark, only slightly above level with him, “[Kiss] me." But his Apex Ability failed to trigger, and Raphael tilted his head, “You don't know how, do you?" The Beastlord scoffed, “[Lean] into this."

Their fingers twisted into the mane of the smaller male, grasping the back of his head and drawing him forth. The muzzle was longer than Khut or Bravura, but not so egregious as Alp or Dia, with a mouth small enough for him to smother them with his own. There was a whimper, and a slight squeak as he forced himself on the Zoroark, wrapping his arms about them intimately as [Tame] forced them to embrace him back.

Little by little, the kiss grew more passionate, an expression taught and then reciprocated, the invasion of his tongue countered by theirs. Hiro could not suppress a soft moan, drawn into intimacy which he had never before experienced, a hand roaming his back, another deep in his mane, controlling him. He could not tell if it was the effect of [Tame] or his own lusts which felled him, but his eyes closed, and with a pathetic whimper his cock twitched, and then erupted between them with thick ropes of long suppressed essence.

He moaned so desperately, and his Master smothered him, devouring every sound of pleasure, every breath an effort as his whole-body shook. Pride battled submission, the drug heightened his arousal, and the Human commanded him. In time, they parted, and Raphael smirked, glancing down at the mess between them, “I knew it. Straight men don't cum when they kiss other males no matter how aroused they are."

Hiro gasped, “No! You did something to me! The drug! Your stupid [Tame]! Something!" He floundered, far from ready to give up, “I just lost my head in the moment! Only for a second!"

The Beastlord shook his head, “Your destiny is to have better men on your back. You're going to serve as a whore for me. And when you come back from a night of work with jizz matting your fur and your cock hard and unsatisfied, you're going to beg me to mount you."

“N-no! This isn't submission! I imagined you were a girl when I closed my eyes!" It was a lie and they both knew it.

“[Stand] up. [Advance]. [Bend] over. [Grab] the torii with both of your hands and sink those claws in deep." Raphael leaned back, taking a seat on his cloak as he watched the Zoroark take position for him, “[Spread] your legs for me. [Look] back over your shoulder."

It was certainly an erotic sight. The Zoroark was presenting himself perfectly, holding tightly to the great wooden strut and looking back seductively, “Keep [Eye-contact]." Raphael opened his pouch, retrieving his sword oil and pouring a generous pool into his palm, “The Quartermasters joke that I must have a whole armoury in my mansion for the amount of this stuff I get through…"

He pulled himself to his feet, approaching the presenting male and enjoying the sight of their defiant expression cracking to fear, “I'm going to give you your first bitchgasm. And you're going to look into my eyes while I do it. This male is going to make you cum handsfree. Just like you did when we kissed."

“Please-“ Hiro sharply inhaled, desperate to find a way out, “You win! You win, okay! I'll suck your cock! Just please, don't make me a faggot!"

“Your cock is still hard." Raphael set himself at their side, his dry hand on the small of their back, his oil drenched fingers, teasing at a virginal entrance, “The Manticore venom would have worn off by now. But you're still hard. Why? [Answer]."

“You're a liar!" And a snarl, “I don't know!"

“Well, we're going to find out together." The fox shivered beneath his touch, “I'm going to defile your Pride. You're not a Hero. You're a sex-slave. You're my Pet whore." His fingers pressed forward to the sound of a gasp, and it took only the slightest twist before a twitch of the Zoroark's body alerted him to what he'd found, “This is your bitch-button. Does that feel good? [Answer]."

“Y-yes! I didn't know it would feel so good!" A wrenching gasp, and then, “It would for any male! I'm straight! I am!"

Raphael scoffed, “I don't care what your sexuality is. It doesn't matter anymore." Their body rocked back and forth ever so slightly, yet he found their entrance to be soft and yielding, a small flash of pink buried in that dark grey fur. He began to pump his fingers, his silver eyes boring into their yellow, “But, I have a suspicion. I think you like this. I think you get off on pretending to hate it. That's why even though you look defiant, even though you're fighting me at every turn…" He grasped their maleness beneath them firmly, “This is hard as a rock."

No wonder their sheathe was sensitive. There was a silken softness to it, a throbbing warmth to their modest orbs, and a significant amount of give to the sheathe itself. With his fingers, he could tease aside the softness of it and toy with the precum slicked flesh beyond their knot. Pulling at the loose skin of the sheathe tightened it, and he entertained himself for a little while making sport of so soft, vulnerable, and intimate a part. All the while, their foxhood remained solid, bobbing in the wake of his motions, straining against their chest.

His fingers twisted deep, and the fox yelped, “You've got quite the fucked-up fetish. I suppose it suits a brigand and a rapist like you, doesn't it? The defeated Hero getting fucked into submission!" He released their cock, fingers slipping down past a small knot to grasp their swaying orbs, feeling again the heat in them, “Consensual Non-Consent? Really? Rape? Humiliation? You think you're so special, but for a Pride wielder, you're a fucking cliché!"

“No! Please! Ahh!!" Hiro cried out his orgasm, his orbs twitching inside the grasp of his Master, his cock so hard beneath him that more of his essence ended up on his own chest than the floor despite the positioning, “You're wrong! You're wrong! You're wrong! I'm the Hero! I'm straight! I'm a top! I'm a dominant male! I'm a one in five hundred Shiny! I'll never give up! I'm made for breeding vixens!"

“You're a submissive faggot whore that creams his chest when he kisses his Master!" He was learning their points of pleasure, toying with their sheath as he continued to mercilessly pump them with his fingers, pressing down hard on their internal point of pleasure while staring down into their eyes from above, “You're a sissy little bitch that gets off on being raped!"

Raphael poured filth into their ear, “When dawn breaks, I will take you to the Zoroark Enclave, and I will bind you to a post in the middle of the village just like this. Every man you have ever wronged is going to form a line, and they'll either put their palm to your ass or their cock into it. I'll drug you with every last bit of Manticore venom that I have left, and no matter how hard they fuck your submissive little boy-cunt, you're not going to cum. You're going to go mad. Your mind is going to break. You'll never be the same again. And when I take you down, put you on your back, and have my turn, everyone you have ever known will see you for the pathetic slut that you're going to spend the rest of your life as!"

“No! Anything but that!" He moaned piteously, and despite the begging, the Zoroark found another submissive orgasm, their third in succession – and while lacking volume, it was no less potent than the previous two. Hiro bargained, “I'll be your whore! Just yours! You can rape me as much as you want! Just please – don't give me to anyone else! Don't ruin my mind!"

Raphael twisted two fingers deep, the accumulated oil and the slight gape he'd punished them with squelching lewdly. It amused him tremendously that the fox was pushing back against his thrusting digits quite spiritedly, “A whore like you doesn't need a mind! This is restorative justice!" He scowled, and offered a lifeline, “But, maybe I can be convinced. Maybe if you're a good enough fuck, I'll keep you all to myself. Maybe I'll find some other way to redeem you than having you spread your legs for the whole Holy City…"

“I'll be good! Please! Please, Master!" His look was pleasure-glazed, with tears in his eyes. He swallowed, and the small glint of will remaining in them hardened as an idea formed, “Please! Let me suck your cock! Let me prove it! I'll get you off so well that you won't need anything else!"

The Beastmaster released him, withdrawing the directive of [Tame] and taking his hands away for the Zoroark to fall to the ground in a small puddle of their own essence, “Are you straight? [Answer]."

“I…" They looked so pitiful, and [Tame] almost failed to produce an answer, “I don't know! I think I am?! I'm a Shiny! I'm supposed to be sought after by vixens! I'm the best breeding stock! I don't understand why thinking about you raping me makes me so hard! I don't get why kissing you makes me cum! I just want to suck your cock! I need to know!"

“Are you still trying to trick me? Are you still saying whatever you need to say to get away? [Answer]."

The Zoroark resisted fiercely, placing his hands around his own throat, but the word escaped, “Yes." This time, rather than defiance, it came with apology, and a further thrusting of himself down this path, “Please! Please don't break my mind! I don't want to be a whore! I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm straight! I'm straight! But I still want to suck your cock! don't understand! I need to suck your cock before I run away!"

The fox remained defiant, still seeking advantage, still searching for some chance to escape, but their submission had such a vulnerability to it that Raphael couldn't help but be incensed. For him, this was the moment that taking possession of Hiroyuki ceased to be his obligation as a Knight, and became a genuine desire. He wanted this Zoroark. He wanted to make them his Pet. And inside his head, his priorities shifted, his plans changed, and as he unclasped his broach to let his cloak fall to the floor, he considered his options.

He could not let Hiroyuki know. Because it would break the illusion. But the truth was – Raphael no longer wanted to share. If this brigand, thief, rogue, and worse – if the Zoroark got off on being ruined and non-conned into submission, then he would be the one to do it… and perhaps Alp and Talion. Hells, maybe even Bravura just for the humiliation of being topped by such a small Felyne. As for how they would redeem themselves as a sinner, balance out their many crimes, well, he had an idea for that as well. But that part would come later. Right now, he must be as sly as Khut and as insightful as Dia.

The draped cloak made comfortable seating for him, and he reclined alongside the Zoroark, setting his back to the torii in a seated posture. One leg extended outward, the other bent, he allowed access to his crotch from the side, and at last shuffled his armoured pants down to reveal his own masculinity, a perfect foot of smooth Human cock, empowered with vigour from the ridiculous evolution of his [Tame]. There was no need for a command.

Here was a chance! Hiroyuki fought the urge to grin in victory. Humans only had one or two orgasms in them! Nothing like the stamina of Monsters! All that he had to do was suck off this Knight, and he'd get out of this without them fucking him. Perhaps if he did a good enough job, then this is all that Raphael would ever ask him to do? Yes, that could be withstood, couldn't it? Better than becoming a Monk and never cumming again. All he'd have to do was put his Master's cock in his maw every now and again, and things would be fine!

Their mind cleared as the Manticore venom wore off, and his thoughts continued to race. Yes, this was the way! Screw the East Island! Screw the Dragons! Screw everyone here! He could go to the Holy City and live a life of luxury, and all he had to do was suck the Beastlord's dick! Maybe he'd even let him have a go on his female Monsters? Or maybe he'd hug him and kiss him, and use his fingers to make him bitchgasm all over- No! Not that! He was drugged! He was under duress! The Manticore venom is what made it the best orgasm of his life! It's entirely the fault of that!

He swallowed. Were Humans supposed to be this big? His nose twitched at the heady scent of the bead of precum at the summit of a masculinity near twice the size of his own, and his ears flicked back in the equivalent of a blush. There was a strange sense of defeat as a male, a wounding of his Pride. But, if he could trick this Human, then even if he pretended to be their Slave, he'd be the one getting everything that he wanted! All that he had to do was suck this dick.

Hiro positioned himself below the Beastlord, setting one paw upon their downed thigh and leaning in. His small tongue extended, and he licked from base to tip in a single curious draw, finding that there was a small amount of give in the skin clinging to the shaft. The Human maleness was so different to his own, with no sheathe for him to toy with, and a great deal less fur. He glanced up to find Raphael looking down at him with a smugly superior expression, and with a scowl the fox set to his task with their voice in his ears, “Such an unwilling look on your face, but your pathetic little cock is leaking a string of precum so long that it's reached my cloak."

No guidance was offered, and Raphael found this amateurish technique strangely endearing. Believing that the effort was teasing rather than simply frustrating, the fox was slowly licking his cock down its full length over and over, applying only the smallest amount of pressure. When they met the head of it, they might find some small amount of precum, and their expression always become so conflicted as the headiness of it washed over them. He'd expected the fox to drool it away, yet they seemed to gulp it down every time.

Hiro's free hand had found his own cock and was slowly pumping, the Zoroark seemingly unaware that he was pleasuring himself as he worked. The technique may be sloppy, yet quite an amount of saliva and precum had been accumulated, and Raphael gave a slight growl in eagerness for some grander stimulation, “Do better, or I will take your head into my hands and fuck your throat."

The fox shivered slightly, but could do nothing but acquiesce in the wake of such a threat. What troubled him most was that the thought of the Beastlord taking such control of him so mercilessly had his own maleness throb in his paw all the harder, “I'm not a slut…" He didn't know if he was saying it to their Master or to himself, but those were his last words before his purple-blue tinted lips parted around the head of the larger maleness, and he clumsily lowered himself.

Hiro withdrew quickly, coughing and spluttering, having immediately overestimated himself. He tried again, and lasted only a few clumsy bobs until achieving the same result, and a frustrated Raphael had finally had enough, “You were warned. [Grab] my hips. Both hands. [Open] your muzzle." Claws pressed against his bare flesh, but [Tame] prevented the Zoroark from causing him any harm. His placed a hand on either side of their head, pressing his thumb around each large ear, and forcing their face against his maleness.

“Pathetic. You look so eager, you beg to suck my cock, and you're so shit at it that I have to take over this quickly? I've not got the patience to wait for you to figure it out while you huff my cum and fuck your paw." His fingers flexed, “You think being born a Shiny makes it your destiny to fuck vixens? Maybe it was. Maybe you were straight. But then you became my Pet." Raphael growled, “That's not your fate anymore. Now you suck cock. Now you spread your hole for males. I won't even let you be bi. I'll teach you the pleasures of being a submissive gay whore, a bottom to your very core, until the sight of a fertile vixen cunt won't even get a twitch out of your pathetic cock."

He placed his maleness at the opening of their maw, pushing forwards to fill their mouth with the first few inches, and their tongue lapped instinctively, “You are a slut. That's why your cock is hard while mine is in your muzzle. That's why you stroke yourself while licking up my precum. I will fuck every ounce of masculinity out of you." He'd some experience now in brat taming from Kali, but this was a step further, “You're going to be trained to love this. My Gryphon is going to ground your head into the floor while he unloads his balls into your submissive whore hole. My Wolfman is going to knot you while you bounce in his lap. You'll suck the cock of my Felyne and hold the load in your mouth until I command you to swallow."

Raphael advanced, inch by inch, “But above all else, this is the cock that owns you. I'm the only one that can make you cum, and I'll make sure to addict you to it. I don't need the men of the Holy City to break your mind – I can do it myself!" The fox was panicking, but with [Tame] preventing him from using his jaws, he was forced to figure out how to breathe around the shaft bulging his throat. His nose came to be pressed into the small amount of fur around the base of the Human's shaft, and the scent of their maleness made his own cock twitch.

The Zoroark desperately grasped at reason. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? His fingers felt amazing, so his cock must be- no! He couldn't submit! The Human could say whatever they wanted about forcing him to breeze straight past bisexuality to being some sort of cock-addled gay whore, but it didn't make it real! “Glck!" His throat expelled a sloppy gasp as they withdrew and thrust into him, the Beastlord taking control of his body and using him as if he were the whore he'd described them as.

It hurt. It ruined his Pride. Why did it also feel so good? Having his throat fucked by this powerful male was more arousing than sinking his knot into the most beautiful Kitsune – no! It was their [Tame], or perhaps the lingering effects of the drug! He wasn't going to cum! He mustn't cum! Only a true faggot would-

Hiro moaned, a deep whine which came from his core and vibrated over his Master's cock as his own unloaded vulpine cream beneath him. The feeling of submission was poisonous, and his eyes flicked up… the male using him hadn't even noticed. No. He had noticed, but he just didn't care. Hiro was nothing but a sex slave, just a slut, a Pet whore, and he was going to be fucked until everything which constituted his Pride had erupted from the end of his cock.

He was going to lose.

The realisation dawned on him with that orgasm. The Beastlord could actually do as he had promised. He could fuck him until he lost all desire for females, he could make him a willing whore that sucked the cocks of other men and offered himself up for them to use – so long as his Master would give him a fulfilling bitchgasm when he came home. He'd be the sport of their Monster Harem, and the sensation of his precious Pride being so thoroughly trampled on, the ruination of his self-proclaimed title of Hero, it was so deeply erotic that his head swam in an arousal deeper than anything that the Manticore venom could have wrought.

It was so hard to think. Fight! He must fight! If he took that cock, then he'd never be able to go back! Even after having his muzzle fucked, he could still recover the broken pieces of his Pride and reassemble them! Even after finding orgasm to the kiss of another male, he could blame the drug and still be straight! But he knew it in his Soul, if Raphael fucked him, he'd never escape him – even if he resisted, even if he fought, he wouldn't be able to live without them.

The feeling of thick jets of essence poured straight down his throat, large heated orbs pressed against his lower lip, it made him whine as the sensation overwhelmed his body. Raphael quickly pulled free, the rest of his orgasm painting their face and mane, ruining that carefully groomed floof with pearlescent white. He shoved the fox back, providing some space, his own chest rising and falling as he gave a dull huff of satisfaction. Even when guided by his own hands, the Zoroark was a mediocre cocksucker at best. Maybe Bravura could give him lessons? Alp had certainly gotten better after a few pointers from that Felyne.

[Tame] offered him some insights into the state of his bond with his Pets, and he sensed the tipping point inside the Zoroark. So, he shuffled further up the torii post into a more upright seated posture, “Get in my [Lap], [Wrap] your arms and your legs around me." He grinned, “Put your head onto my [Shoulder]."

The position was intimate, and the last vestiges of resistance had Hiro fight against the compulsion with his feeble will. He found himself before long to be embracing his Master, his smaller cock pressed against their spire of masculinity. He swallowed, “Please… Please don't do this! I'll do anything! You can use my muzzle as much as you want!"

His claws curled against the Human's back, twisting into his shirt, “I know! I know that if you fuck me, I'll break! Please! You've won! Don't make me a faggot! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for the stealing and the threats and the pranks and everything else! I don't want to be a whore! I know! I know I'd go crazy! I know I'd turn into a slut for real!"

Raphael spoke into their ear, “Is that the truth? [Answer]."

A wrenching gasp, “Yes! Yes, it's the truth!"

“Good." Raphael took a deep breath. A brigand. A thief. A troublemaker. A prankster. A rapist. This was the justice of this nonsense world, “[Lower] yourself onto my cock."

“No!" But there was no resisting the power of [Tame]. The Zoroark shuffled forward, their solid length leaking precum all over Raphael's shirt, and then they leaned back, pressing their oil-slicked hole against his cock. There was less resistance than expected, a hole primed by their ruthless fingering and the whorish need of the broken male, and he sank inch by inch into the heat of a silken vice of pleasure.

The effect was instantaneous. Hiro's whole world was consumed by white, his consciousness fading entirely for a moment as the single most potent orgasm of his life wracked his body. He embraced his Master crushingly, and was squeezed intimately in turn, his drained orbs churning up another orgasm to herald his descent into pure submission. This is the only cock that he would ever want, and every male that his Master had him take onto his back would make him want it all the more. Tears fell from his eyes, his moan was voracious, and he rolled his hips like the needy slut he was being conditioned into being.

Raphael lowered his hands to their hips, providing some gentle guidance, “Yes, that's right. You're my lifetime slut now. I don't want to share you, but I can't rape the willing, can I? So, now that I've had time to reflect, I think I'll whore you out after all. Every time you have a man you don't want on your back, this is the cock you'll be dreaming of. I wonder how many men in your old village will line up to rape you? I wonder how hard you'll cum when I fuck you afterwards? [Ride] me."

Their musings barely registered to the near-insensate Zoroark, but the order at the end found comprehension enough to stir their hips into motion, “Good boy. You're going to learn the pace that I like. [Faster]. A little [More]. There we go." They remained clinging to him, their face in his neck, “Do you feel good? [Answer]."

“Yes, Master!" The cry was a stifled one, but enough to return some clarity to the fox, “I feel so full! Your cock feels so good against my bitch-button! It's so much better than your fingers!"

“Are you still thinking about escaping? [Answer]."

There was a will buried in them somewhere, yet as Hiro reached for it, their last fragment of masculinity shattered in his hands. His Pride was defeated, “No, Master!" There was a bulge against his abdomen, and while he couldn't see it, he could feel it, “I'm your lifetime slut! You will have to make other males rape me, because you can't rape me with the cock that I want!"

“Your fetish is degenerate." Raphael scoffed, rubbing salt into the wounds of the defeated, “Lucky for you, over this last year, the World God has made me depraved enough to fulfil it. I'll enjoy watching you get fucked hard, it will be a good show to see you so unwilling when another male pushes you down and fills your boy-cunt with their seed. Then, you can pour yourself into my lap, cling to me like the most effeminate femboy faggot that ever lived, and cream your chest riding my cock. How does that sound? [Answer]."

Something inside him snapped, “Yes please, Master! The only cock that I want is yours! I'll struggle and I'll fight all other males! They'll have to rape me hard! I like it! I love being fucked against my will! But I can only cum for you, and you can't rape me because you own me! I'm your pathetic little faggot whore, I'm your slut and your Pet and your Slave!"

He took another deep breath, his head spinning, the whole world shattering around him, “My cock is worthless! I'm not straight! It wouldn't matter if I was! I just want cocks! I just want to be fucked by bigger, better males! I want to be your whore! You're the best male! You're the only one that can make me cum! Please, Master! Please fuck me!"

Raphael hadn't quite expected such a thorough breaking of their mind, nor such desperate enticement. His plan of humiliating the fox by having him slowly and intimately ride him went up in flames, as he found himself unable to resist his own Lust. The power burgeoned within him, but there was no need to invoke it, for the Beastlord required nothing but his own strength. He rolled forwards, a colossal heave throwing Hiro onto his back, the grasp of their legs pushing the smaller male over himself.

It was a mating press, and the fox's leaking maleness was left pointing towards his own face, a long string of precum landing on their cheek, “[Open] your muzzle." The command landed, and Raphael immediately went to work. His hips pitoned downwards as he slammed his submissive Pet with all of his might, abandoning any thought of finesse to tend entirely to his own pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Ah-“ Their knotted maleness twitched and disgorged a great droplet of cum, no longer capable of the jets of a true orgasm, it landed on their tongue and they swallowed their own essence with whorish devotion. It was sight enough for Raphael to steel himself, grunt with effort, and begin to fuck them with all of his might.

An hour passed, and the mating press became missionary. Another hour, and the Zoroark was again holding onto the torii while Raphael draped himself over their back. Another hour and the fox was riding his cock while intimately kissing the human, his own maleness completely drained. And then he was barely sensate, on his knees with his muzzle hanging open while Raphael painted his face with cum. And then unconscious, rolled over onto his side, the Human still claiming the hole that he owned.

Dawn broke, and the underwater tunnel was nearly drained enough to be passable, Raphael finally finished. Or perhaps merely sated for the moment. He'd made a point of directing the product of as many of his orgasms as possible towards the great mane of which the Shiny Zoroark was so proud, ruining their fur with a deluge of essence. Their gaped hole was streaming with his cum, and the Beastlord looked upon the sight rather proudly.

“Well, that is one way to wield your authority as a Saint, I suppose. But is retribution truly redemption?"

He didn't need to look up to know that the World God was present, “It's a start." He took a slow breath, and reclined on his cloak to view the old man stepping from behind the other torii pole, “As for redeeming him in full, that part is for outside of his whole non-con fetish. A rapist can't complain if he's raped. If he's going to pretend to be a Hero, then I'll make him play the part for real."

The World God chuckled, “Oh, I do like how you have grown, Mortal! You really will do anything to accommodate your precious Pets, won't you? Whoring out your Zoroark just to fulfil his rape fetish, while trying to reform him as a Hero on the side? Most excellent! Most excellent indeed."

“Well, you taught me the value of a good show." He huffed, “I don't want to betray myself. I've found my picture of a Knight somewhere between what that word means in my world and what it means in this one." Raphael shook his head, “I'm not that dull-witted. There's a conspiracy in motion, obviously."

“Is there?"

The Beastlord took a breath and assessed what he knew, “The Prince, the Heir and Reformer is confined to his rooms for six months. A thief is contacted by him – or someone impersonating him with letters and a Seal. The Emperor invites me here for some reason. The Dracite gift, a potent weapon for any Mage is stolen. Delivered to a Viper which only the Royals could control. There's tension in the Imperial Family with Moira soon due to marry her own father. The whole thing is a mess."

“You've read too many trashy Light Novels, Mortal." The World God chortled, “It would certainly be interesting for you to become embroiled in such a plot. Quite befitting of this nonsense world. I suppose if you're so interested, why not find out a little more? I think you might uncover something if you got to know the Princess a little better." He spread his arms wide, “Fortunately, you're going to have the chance to do precisely that! After all, she's just arrested your Wolfman and your Manticore! Something about piracy? Hijacking a ferry? Best hurry back to Westport quickly, eh?"

“She's… They've done WHAT!?"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to User SlaaneshiCultist for their encouragement and nudge to the Apex Ability users. User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for helping me realise some of the double-ups (I'm counting the Zoroark as vulpine rather than canine!). User Eleco for their kind words, and suggestion of another avian. User Etnom1 for the vote. User Newking for their suggestion of a Braxien Witch (that'd be a fun one for arc three). And User Airwall for their encouragement (sorry again about the Kobold - I hope the final pair will do!).

As always, thank you for every fave, vote, comment, watch, and read! I always credit the comments especially as they're where so many ideas come from - as well as direction on the creatures that you want to see. Zoroark and Kitsune ended up neck and neck on votes in the last entry, but as Zoroark had a slight lead in the previous one, I ended up falling on that side. As well as being a Trickster, a Zoroark has Grudges to its name, and there's some scope to play with that after the fugue of lust disperses. I just want to put him in a room with Moira next entry for the Interlude!

This one was very rough to get off the ground - I ended up restarting four times until I found the flow that I liked. The scene was a lot of work, too - as Hiro is quite an expressive fox, and has a lot of guile to employ against what was ultimately an unyielding Knight. The final two creatures of this arc are pretty set, and the current top contender for the male creature that remains is a Yagudo. As for the third and final arc, pencilled in are currently Unicorn, Gnoll, Minotaur, Braxien. As always, everything is subject to change based on the comments! Your ideas and suggestions are shaping the Monster Harem as we go!

Next up is an Interlude, where if possible, I want to fill in a little bit on what Dia is as a Spirit, how her Blessing works, and how things like Pokemon function in this world. In between the porn, of course. The Beastlord has to go and bargain with Moira to see if he can get back his naughty Pets. I've been looking forward to having this chubby dragoness out live rather than just part of monologues. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this latest entry.

Have a most excellent day.