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“I was following the World God's script."

To call it a Shrine felt like something of an overstatement, for all that overlooked Westport from this small hill was a barely waist high Guardian statue. The plinth was weathered with neglect, whatever inscription it may once have borne long since worn away, indentations in the stone indicating that perhaps long ago there might have been a more elaborate structure here. Yet, upon that ruined platform, the granite-grey effigy of a Cerberus remained flawless, with three sets of eyes watching the horizon.

There was a time when the statue was revered, a symbol of loyalty for those that remained behind while their loved ones sortied with the Vipers to wage war against the Trinity Theocracy. But, in a thousand years of clashes, the East Empire had never won a decisive victory, the generational war now viewed as being as futile as it was inevitable to repeat itself. For Dracite was required to survive in this harsh land, and only the Theocracy had it. Now, the Cerberus was scorned, mocked for its vigil, and hated for every man to not come home from battle.

Yet, it resisted every attempt at its destruction, unmoved by defacement, and in the end simply left to neglect. The Shrine collapsed around it, and the forest reclaimed it, but the Cerberus remained, watching, waiting. And today it had a visitor.

Standing beside the statue, looking to that same horizon stood the Beastlord. He shielded his eyes from the glare of a bright midday sun reflected over the water, peeking through his fingers at the scattering of fishing vessels. The world smelt of damp earth and salt spray, he could hear the activity of the port below, and he felt that it might be warm enough to perhaps acquire a tan. Though, there was little chance of that in his armour of silver plate and fur reinforcement. He'd come alone, leaving Bravura and Raine behind in the inn, hoping to finish up this directive from the World God quickly.

Raphael gave a slight sigh, and he began to talk, “I've come to understand a rule of sorts about this world. You can generally tell how prosperous a settlement is by looking at diversity within the population. Different species cannot interbreed, so small communities tend to be almost monoracial to meet the requirement of proliferation. The addition of Racial Instincts leads to some quite distinct isolated cultures and even unassimilated enclaves inside big cities, but that's something of a tangent. My point is that, if you see a wide spread of races in one location, they're there for the opportunities presented that are worth them travelling from their home communities for. Or they're Slaves."

“Which is why I was so surprised to find that the largest Port of the East Island was home to a population almost entirely consisting of Elves and Felynes. Of course, there were a few exceptions. A flash of yellow in the corner of my eye revealed a few Renamon fishermen – and the furry staple had me do quite the doubletake. A closer look revealed a cloister of Lucario monks as well, but not much else that was noteworthy. Excepting of course the Viper soldiers, which were ubiquitous."

“A full dozen of them awaited me as I disembarked from the ferry, and while they all shared Raine's orange eyes, none of them called to mind the embers of a flame like hers did. At the heart of their unit, surrounded by a fence of silver tridents, there was quite a sight. Today I met my first Dragon."

He gave a deep sigh and rolled his shoulders, placing his left hand at the crossguard of his rapier to police the point behind him as he began to pace back and forth. With his right, he gesticulated, “Blue scaled, and with horns that looked more like antlers, she had the appearance of an Eastern Dragon pressed into a humanoid form, richly dressed, and standing only as tall as I am. Though, she was certainly… wider. Initially, I found it a little endearing. She watched me walk down the gangway, and as she bowed and wide hips and large breasts jiggled in the wake of the motion, the Dragoness looked a little self-conscious. How could that not warm your heart? I was instructed that as a Saint I must bow to nobody but the Emperor, so I strode forth with a smile on my face and my hand outstretched to shake… And then she spotted Raine with my Knight Insignia on her pauldron and managed to dispel just about every ounce of my goodwill in the hour that followed."

Raphael was full of uncharacteristic venom, “Moira is her name, daughter to the Emperor himself. And such a spiteful and entitled bitch of a woman I have never met. She spoke as if the whole world should be grateful to be on their knees before her, and despite Raine having the freedom to choose her own Master, Moira took her defection to myself to be something of a personal insult. It was nonsensical for a Viper to abandon a lifetime of culture and conditioning, as well as her only hope to breed and achieve enlightenment, for the sake of 'some foreigner', after all."

“She stopped short of calling it trickery, for the base effects of my [Tame] have been shared with the Empire already, and it would be quite weighty to accuse the Pontiff of falsifying that information. But we were lambasted for our disrespect - and in my mind, 'chubby and cute' quickly curdled into 'fat and arrogant'." His voice had carried quite the sour tone in it for some time now, “Moira bears the Magic of Necromancy, and along with it the Sin Rune of Gluttony. She's the head of Internal Security within the Empire, and uses that power to seek out those that dissent against her father and to destroy them. Then, gorges herself afterwards. Not on them, I hope. But I wouldn't put it past her."

Raphael ground his teeth together, “Moira has business in the region that will keep her busy for some days, and I'm quite thankful that no offer for us to travel up to the Jade Palace together was forthcoming. In part because we need the opportunity to track down our thief and recover the stolen Dracite without Imperial eyes on us, but mostly because she might be the worst person that I have ever met – and I generally consider myself to be quite difficult to offend..."

His tirade concluded, and the Beastlord ceased his pacing to again stand alongside the Cerberus statue, placing his free hand between the shoulders and slowly running it up to between the ears of the central head. He'd heard the history of the thing, and couldn't help but imagine Alp waiting for him back home just as loyally, “Ah, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be praying, but you've heard nothing but my complaints and exposition. Honestly, I want nothing more at this point than to politely meet the Emperor and hand over this gift, and see if I can concoct some backhanded way of calling Moira a cunt to her face before leaving. I'm glad that this journey resulted in Raine becoming my Pet, but I absolutely cannot wait to just go home!"

Raphael's fingers twitched with anger, and a crack formed beneath them, a stone ear shattering away in his hand. His eyes widened helplessly, “Oh, shit!" The Beastlord stepped back, “Fuck, this is a cultural landmark! I need glue! Does this world have glue!?" The crack spiderwebbed down the back of the statue, accompanied by the unique sound of dividing stone, “Fuck, fuck, fuck – please don't fucking break! Didn't people used to hit you with hammers!? My luck can't possibly be this-“ An idea caught, “The fucking World God! He set me up!"

And then something unexpected happened. From within the darkness of the hole of the missing stone ear, a quite fluffy one popped up in its place. Another piece of statue fell away to reveal a muscled shoulder, the flexing of claws revealed forelimbs, and with a mighty shake, scattering scree like a wet canine would water, the Cerberus was freed from their stone shell. They cut an imposing sight, jet black with a small tail and eyes which glowed crimson, and all six focused on him. Their growl was savage, their mouths salivating, and murderous intent emanated from them. But then they sniffed the air, and the rumble died in their throats, the threat diminished.

“So, this is why he told me to bring my sword."

There was a period of quiet, the three sets of eyes reading him carefully, the heads breathing deeply. And then they seemed to come to a decision, “You won't need that yet, Master." The central head spoke.

“I hope we didn't scare him, he looks pretty weak." Chimed the left.

“I'm hungry. Let's eat him!" Added the right.

Raphael hesitated. [Tame] was an obvious answer, but as the ability had evolved over time, it had come to be the last thing he would reach for now rather than the first. To use that power meant that to be able to call himself a good man, he would have to take responsibility for everything which came after – for there was no way to ever dispel the effect. At the start of his adventure, he could sanction a few Wolfmen in the mountains being subservient to him if he ever chanced to encounter them again. If he used the same trick these days, their destiny was his Monster Harem, for none of his Pets could find sexual relief without him – nor him them.

“What were you doing inside that statue? Why did you call me Master?" He put a decent amount of space between them, but did not draw his rapier, instead raising his free hand defensively. He had been granted the power to understand all languages by the World God, but surprisingly this creature spoke to him in the common tongue as well as any other.

“A Saint used a power called [Curse] to seal me away until my destined Master came to claim me!" Spoke the central head. The voice was very peppy. Bubbly, even. It didn't suit such savage features, nor such a predatory grin.

“You're a little disappointing though, even for a Mortal…" Said the left.

“I hope that [Curse] bitch got raped to death by a pack of angry Wolfmen! And her [Creation] bastard man, too!" Contributed right.

Centre clarified, “Sorry. I'm Dia. Left head is unfiltered thoughts. Right head is intrusive thoughts. Mortals find it a little confusing."

As if to underscore the point, Right interrupted, “I wonder what it feels like to get raped to death?"

And Left threw in, “We're scaring him. We need to shut up. We're blowing this."

Raphael blinked. So, this was the plan of the World God? They required a Monster with advanced tracking abilities to help them find their Dracite thief, and such a creature had been prepared a whole millennium in advance? His brow furrowed, “Do I even have any free will at all?"

Dia appeared inquisitive, but there was a wariness there, “Are you alone, Master? We were told that you would be accompanied by a whole group of Elf, Dwarf, and Human slaves? A small Adventurer army that you'd subjugated to do your bidding?"

That made some sense, and strangely came with a feeling of relief. The World God had prepared this before advancing time in this nonsense world and before granting Raphael the power of [Tame]. Their expectations then had been that he would create some sort of messed up non-con Harem of Adventurers. Perhaps he did have free will after all. To an extent. Just like when he faced Kali without his sword. He lowered his defensive arm, “Whatever the World God told you, he's absolutely wrong. I'm not that guy. If that's the sort of Master you're looking for, I'm not him."

The two outer heads sniffed the air again, “Viper." Said one, “Felyne." Said the other. Then Dia inhaled, “And… Deathclaw, Wolfman, Skaven, Gryphon, and Manticore. He has been busy."

Raphael huffed, “You don't have to put it that bluntly." He shook his head, “I'm happy for you that you're free and all, but since the World God was expecting me to be quite a different guy to the one he got, and you were prepared for that asshole, we're probably not compatible."

Dia was insistent, “You're absolutely wrong! In fact, it's completely the opposite! You are our destined Master after all! You must accept us! We watched boring fishermen for a thousand years waiting for you! You cannot reject us!"

Right only growled, and Left followed up, “Maybe that was a little too pushy?"

“It was a little." Raphael added disarmingly, doing his best to hold his nerve, “Fate can be overturned. Even the will of the World God can be denied. Aside from being directed by prophecy, why would you possibly want to become my Pet?" The Beastlord took his hand off his weapon at last, attempting to appear non-threatening, “I could use your help tracking down a thief if you're willing, but beyond that – why not be free to live your own life?"

All three heads tilted, then Dia spoke, “You don't smell like blood."

“What?"

“We planned to eat you." Dia licked her chops.

“You can't [Tame] all three of us fast enough!"

“We still want to devour him!"

The Cerberus pawed at the earth, “Every Apex Ability user has been awful. Every one of them used their powers in arbitrary and self-serving ways. And every one of them stank of blood. The World God said that if we let the [Curse] user seal us away, then we'd get to meet the very last Apex Ability user, the [Tame] user who would be our destined Master. And we could decide his fate." Dia scoffed, “We wanted revenge for everyone. We were going to kill you. Until we got your scent. You don't smell of blood. You smell of the love of seven Monsters."

Raphael took a step back, “That's ludicrous. You spent a thousand years in stone just to kill an Apex Ability user?"

“Yep." Left beat her to it, but Dia continued, “If you'd been the person the World God thought you were, you'd be in our belly. He bet that you'd defy fate just like you told us to, even after he set up so many pitfalls for you. That free will of yours won! Your scent tells me everything that we need to know about you. We choose you. So, be a good boy and [Tame] us."

The Beastlord blinked, trying to process exactly how far back the manipulations of the World God went, the ways in which he had been tested. But something else seized his attention, “Did you just call me a 'good boy'?" He scoffed, “Absolutely not. I'm supposed to be the one that calls you 'good girls'."

“Not this time, Master!" The three heads grinned, “You mate with all of your Pets, so you will mate with us! And we mate from the top!"

Left added, “It's been a thousand years! We need a bath, some dinner, and a good mating!"

And Right, “Shut up and do as we say!"

“[Tame]. [Tame]. [Tame]." Raphael reeled off his Apex Ability to take possession of the Cerberus, and Dia gave no resistance. The Beastlord closed his eyes for a few seconds. He'd started to get used to this, a nonsense world where the people were a lot more sexually charged – and every time he took a Pet, things always seemed to turn out this way. Not that he was complaining, “You know what? Fine. It can be interesting to let someone else take charge for a change. I try my best to be what my Pets need me to be. So, I'll do what you say." His silver eyes narrowed, “But make no mistake. I am the Master. You are the Pet."

“Of course, Master!" A victorious looking Dia beamed, “Now, you can begin by being a good boy and brushing the stone fragments out of my fur!"

Raphael's nose twitched in frustration. A Pet was not supposed to call their Master that! And it seemed even more out of place coming from a canine of all things. He steeled his resolve. [Tame] could force the target to obey his commands, but do nothing to force loyalty and affection. If this is what she required of him, then it was her right as his Pet, and his responsibility as her Master. This was not like Kali – Dia was not a brat hoping to be tamed, but a true dominant female. And while the dominant role was always Raphael's as the Beastmaster, this time he chose to yield to the desires of his new Pet. He would indulge her. Within reason, of course. This time. But damn, it was difficult for him.

“Just so you know, I'm going to talk the whole time I'm doing this." It was his ritual after all, and he had no intention of restraining himself in the way in which he took possession of his new Pets. The man dropped to his knees, beckoning the canine forth and taking the central head into his hands as Dia approached, “The sclera is as black as the pupil, which makes the crimson iris even more vivid. It's not a metaphor when I say that they're glowing, there really is a little projection of red light here…"

He brushed a little grey rock from the bridge of her central nose, “The face and form remind me a little of a Doberman, but everything is like coal in colour. The eyes really are the only splash of something else." Dia smacked her lips in answer, and Raphael conceded, “Of course, the tongue is broad and pink, the inside of the mouth as well. There's a strange smell to them, like molten rock, but inoffensive. Somewhere between a hot spring and boiling saltwater. It's a hard thing to describe. But it's good."

The Left head of unfiltered thoughts spoke, “He likes my scent! I'm so happy!"

Raphael grinned. He could see himself having some fun here once he came to fully understand how to get the most out of what the two outer heads might unveil for him, “The muzzle is long, and the features quite angular." He swept his hands back, brushing away more debris, “The ears are very pointy, perfect tall triangles, every line is so straight, it's quite impressive."

The Right head of intrusive thoughts offered, “I am a spiritual being! No mere Mortal! Superior! Perfect! Worthy of the title of God! You should build me a mighty temple!"

The central head swept clear of debris, he took the left, “Each head looks the same, but when they are at rest, they all wear a different expression. I suppose I'd say that this one looks a little anxious. I'd be anxious too if I just blurt out whatever I was thinking without a filter."

“I'm supposed to be a Spirit! What if I say something to embarrass myself?" The Left whined into his hands as he brushed away a little stone from inside the tufted fur of their ear.

“It's like touching velvet in parts. Certainly the softest fur of any of my Pets, and the shortest as well, though it's very thick. The neck is especially soft, and there's a bit of give at the throat as well." He ran his nails through it, combing away some small fragments of the stone shell, “There's something strangely comforting about this. With this smaller body size, they'd make quite the lapdog. A good bit bigger than Khut and Bravura, but not unwieldy. Without the plinth, the standing height doesn't even come up to my hip."

Dia intruded, “We wouldn't mind some time in your lap, Master."

“Even better when there's a nice hard cock for us to ride! That's what you're for from now on! A piece of meat for my canine cunt! We're gonna ride you until you beg for mercy!" Who else but Right.

Raphael moved to the Right head and pondered their words, “Left is very stream of consciousness, very in the moment, unfiltered thoughts just like you said." He used his thumb to dislodge a stone fragment from their jaw, “There's a certain intent to the intrusive thoughts of Right, though. Jumping to a conclusion or an outcome. I suppose if you're a powerful Spirit, then your aberrant conceptions are going to be pretty wild. Expression is… energetic?"

“You're starting to get it, Master." Dia seemed to approve, “Now, keep saying nice things about me while you brush!"

Talion had trained him well for this, and the Beastmaster moved to the side of them to follow the angles of her body beyond the heads, “Shoulders are very broad, enough for the three heads not to look crammed and for there to be enough room for the necks. It makes them look a little front-heavy, but the body is long enough to generally counterbalance that." He scoffed, unable to resist a meme, “Perfectly balanced. As all things should be."

Right snarled, “Don't say that! The [Creation] user said that! I hate it! I'll kill you!"

Raphael hissed an intake of breath, feeling a little dirty to share a line in common with someone so despised, “Please forgive me." Dia appeared aloof, but nodded her head for him to continue, “Ahem. There's a musculature under the fur, but it's very sleek. Maybe more speed than strength." His hands took the right shoulder and massaged downwards, sweeping away the dust of the shell, “Forelimbs aren't too dissimilar from any other large canine. With a better look at the scale, I'd say Dia is just a little bigger than Khut would be on all fours."

That brought a smile to mind, as he quite enjoyed the Skaven on all fours. It cleared the mood at least, “Claws are short and there's a slight gloss to them. Enough for their black to stand out against the coal fur just a little. There's a strange sense of lethality to them, an odd sensation of threat, despite the Cerberus being smaller than me, and the presence of my sword."

Dia scoffed, “The sword wouldn't do you much good against me. You were wary from the start because of your Mortal instincts! I'm a Spirit, a much grander existence than you! I am immortal. I have mastered one of the Sun God's Skills. You are no match for me, even with your [Tame]."

Left conceded, “Well, we can't harm him now that we've submitted to it, so I guess it doesn't matter anymore."

Skills required stamina to make use of, and while the overuse of Magic could result in the mind lost to Sin, the overuse of Skills could destroy the body with fatigue. Only Apex Abilities seemed to be without cost. Though, Raphael was starting to wonder about that one. He shook his head. This was a concept to interrogate when he didn't have his hands on the Cerberus he was in the process of taking possession of, “From the front, the glimpse of underside is also all that one sleek jet. With the glowing red eyes and the only colour being inside your maws, you're like a predatory shadow."

The Cerberus seemed pleased with that assessment, and stepped forward for his hands to roam down their back, “From such broadness, everything narrows up a little towards the middle. A little angular, and with the short, sleek fur, it's quite a nice aesthetic. The hindquarters broaden again, and the hindlegs are a little more muscular than the fore, more powerful, weightier." His hands swept them both, “The little tail is just like a Doberman. Not a cropped one. But small, thin, and coiled upwards like a half-spiral. Cute."

Dia turned around and backed up, “Don't stop there, Master. Describe what's under it. I want to hear your impressions!" She shook her hips, “Not many humans are so accepting as to mate with a creature like me! You must be a true deviant!"

Left chimed in, “That's good. I hate knots. Being tied is tiresome."

Right growled, “Fuck male canines! Some Hellhound or Orthrus bastard drooling over my back while waiting for the tie? I'll bite their cocks off! Give me some smooth Human meat!"

The tail wagged, and Dia continued, “Explore as much as you want, Master." She was near pressed against him, “Oh, Mortals worry about this sort of thing. I'm clean. This is a spiritual body, so while I do like to eat, I don't produce anything. So… don't be afraid to be thorough."

How devious. Raphael removed his weapon from his belt, placing it aside and descending from his knees to a cross-legged posture and leaned forward to get a better look at what he was presented with at eye level. Perhaps his near year in this nonsense world had desensitised him to such things, but he didn't find the idea of mating with such a body type to be off-putting at all. Attempting to liken them to any canine creature of his own world was an exercise in folly, and he'd long since accepted that. Or perhaps he really was very much the deviant that the World God seemed to have hoped for.

Learning every inch of his new Pet was the beginning of a very important process for him – for if he wanted to say that he owned them, body and mind, right down to their Soul, then he must know each one of these things intimately. So, there was no hesitation. He grasped her tail in his hand and secured it high, surprising the Cerberus by spreading the hole beneath it with two fingers first, “I have to pull it wide for black to become pink. The velvet fur ceases around the entrance, but the presented flesh is also like coal before you get deeper, and it yields to the colour of your insides."

Sensing what she was looking for, Raphael continued, “It looks tight, and I can sense the high body heat even more keenly here. I can tell already that when I fuck her undertail – and I will – it will take quite the effort. I think that the white of my essence would look quite spectacular glazing that dark outer flesh." After that insistence on him being thorough, the Beastlord indulged himself, slowly pressing a single finger inside, “Yes, there's some resistance, and you're very hot inside, just as I thought. You sound like you've fucked plenty, but have you ever had anything here?"

Dia did not answer, but the other two heads could not be silenced. Right growled, “Nobody would ever dare pay me such disrespect! I would kill them on the spot for even imagining it!"

Left head simply said, “Don't stop."

Interested, Raphael probed deeper with his finger, sinking it to the knuckle and testing the resistance. She was spotless, just as stated – a spiritual being with a biology which could not be compared to a Mortal such as him. He twitched the digit, and the tongue of the Left head began to hang out as she panted, “Want to clear this one up, Dia? Is Left into having her undertail played with – or is she just letting out your unfiltered thoughts?"

Dia licked her chops, “Wouldn't you like to know?" She spoke in her bouncy voice, taunting him, “Keep doing your thing back there and find out for yourself."

“It feels good. I wonder if I can cum like this?" Left followed up.

The Beastlord decided that he'd like to find that out. It took just as much effort as he had anticipated, for quite the amount of finesse was required to do this without hurting her, especially with no lubrication, but little by little, he worked his first finger all the way in. Friction would be his enemy here, so instead of sliding back and forth, he simply allowed a soft and flowing movement to pass down the digit, “I'm going to need a lot of oil to get my cock in here. But I think it will be worth it."

He hardly envisioned that she would turn out to be the anal addict that Khut had evolved into, but the Cerberus certainly looked like they were enjoying a stimulation which they had never before experienced. There was only one virginity left to claim here, and it was his right to take it, “Since you're the one in charge, you'd have to ask me to do it though, wouldn't you?"

Dia scoffed, turning it back on him, “And you would, too. You'd be a good boy for us and pump as many loads under our tail as we wanted." She widened her stance, “You have oil in your belt pouch. I can smell it. Use it."

“Why are we wasting time! We should be riding his cock with our jaws around his throat!"

Ignoring Right, Raphael released the tail and smirked as it immediately began to wag. Bravura and Kali may enjoy the pain of raw anal, and the Beastlord must admit that there was a certain thrill to it after he'd worked through the discomfort of the lack of lubrication on his own maleness. But, he'd plenty of practice doing this for the other four pets. He slowly withdrew his finger to free both hands, and retrieved what he needed from his pouch, pooling a good reservoir of the oil he usually used only the slightest amount of to keep rust from his sword.

When that finger returned, it eased its way into the Cerberus in a much more fluid motion, pushing deep until it again became comfortable, and then after a little stimulation, he set a second beside it and began the process all over again. Holding the tail clear, he canted upwards the palm of the hand he was using, a slight spread of his leading two fingers allowing the oil to freely flow into her body, and the press of them which followed spreading it deep inside. The Left head was no longer the only one panting, “Enjoying yourself?"

“We are." Dia kept her voice level, “Continue."

But as he began to pump his fingers to a slightly lewd shlicking sound, Left cracked, “It feels so good! We love it! The pressure inside us is like nothing I've ever felt before! The tips of his fingers are making the walls of our pussy grind together when he moves! We're going to cum! Awoo!"

Left howled, and it sounded oddly adorable, Right snarled, and Dia just ground her jaws together, the Cerberus shuddering as their orgasm washed over them, a great glob of femcum dripping from an untouched spade to form a line connecting it to Raphael's crossed legs below. He kept pumping her through it, surprised that she had cum so easily, before he had even built up a consistent pace. Dia simply cooed, “Good boy, good boy. Make us cum. This is the tribute this God is owed."

Right snarled, “We're going to addict you to us, until you forget about all of your other Pets and all you want to do is to serve us! You'll be a slave to our canine spade and cream our undertail whenever we tell you to!"

“Alright, that's enough, Master." Dia finally stopped him, and Raphael slipped his fingers free at last, relieving them of excess lubrication with the small cloth he used to service his blade. All three heads looked back at him, “Lie down." She commanded Raphael as if he were a dog, and his nose twitched again.

He lay down his cloak against the moist grass, and then set himself upon his back. Raphael was having some difficulty conforming to a non-dominant role, but if this is what his Pet wanted, then he was determined to follow through for her sake. He still had quite the amount of agency, the Cerberus not micromanaging him as he had done to Raine, and he found some reassurance in the level of control that remained to him. But it was hard to maintain his discipline, hard not to be the one in command. Everything was hard. Especially his cock.

The Cerberus trotted up alongside him, past, and back on herself, walking over his body until her forepaws were either side of his midriff and directly above his head was another unique femininity. Dia smacked her lips, “Go on. Describe it. You said you weren't gonna shut up. Or are you speechless?" Another taunt in her bubbly voice.

Raphael reached up, placing a hand on either side of her genitalia and considering his words as another strand of her fluids disgorged itself to land on his cheek, “It's puffy and protruding. A lot more now than when we started. The same black flesh presented as the undertail, but I can see the smallest bit of pink inside now as well. The outer lips are roughly triangular, and the revealed pink looks like a slight Y." He swallowed, “There's a broad clit on the bottom, a little inside. I didn't know dogs have clits. Do they? Or is this the work of the [Cre-“ He cut himself off, not wanting to ruin the moment by mentioning them. He used his thumbs to spread them wide, “Pink and dripping wet, with a slight flex."

Dia pressed a paw against his abdomen, “Tell us how it makes you feel! We know you like our scent! We want you to tell us what you're thinking!"

Raphael considered his words, “It's not easy for me to be the passive partner." That was the truth he would not hold back, “The scent is strong here, and yes – I like it. Under your tail felt fantastic, also. The future where I can sheath my cock in there and make Left lose her mind has made me rock solid. I've never seen a pussy like this, either. I want to be the male that claims it as mine forever." He ground his teeth together, “I want to crush you under my weight and fuck you until you faint in my arms. After you've worked me up like this, I want to satisfy myself completely on you. It's so difficult for me to hold myself ba-“

She silenced him by dropping her hindquarters onto his face, smothering Raphael with her spade. Right pondered their latest intrusive thought, “I wonder what it's like to drown?"

But Dia had words for him, “For a dominant male of seven submissives, you really don't know anything about domination do you, Master? Have you just been operating on instinct this whole time?" His tongue met her folds as if it were the most natural thing to do, “You're going to satisfy us, because that's what we want. But do you think we're going to leave you unsated? Maybe you'll get that reward of pinning us down and fucking us hard until we break – if you're a good boy, we might ask you to do exactly that!" She smacked her lips, “You say you're whatever you need to be for your Pets, but is just fulfilling the desires they present you with enough? We're pushing you with something new. How much have you experimented with them?"

She ground her canine cunt back and forth over his face, smearing him with a mess of femcum, “You don't need a warrior, do you? Fine. We'll only take control when it's just you and us, never in front of them. From now on, we're your second… third and fourth in command! We'll show you how to control your Pets! How to satisfy them in ways better than just fucking them stupid! How to take some proper initiative with sex! We're going to train you up to be a good dom. But right now, you can follow our example, so be a good boy and eat my doggy cunt!"

Painful though it was to admit, and doubly painful when he could barely breathe for the yielding folds of her spade were smothering him, she was right. He'd been flying by the seat of his pants, relying on [Tame] and his instincts. It had worked, but he'd never actually asked himself if he could be better. Was just being the person that his Pets needed individually enough? He thought about Khut. She liked intimacy, sweet words in her ear, to be cuddled, and she loved anal. But since discovering that, his inquiries had ceased. He'd found his answer, and then failed to delve any deeper in pursuit of more.

He closed his eyes, feeling entirely unworthy of every one of them. After earning their love, he had plateaued, when he should have been striving to be more for his Pets, deepening his knowledge of their kinks and their pleasures, pushing harder, being better. If he was in charge, then it had to come from him! Raphael found a breath between the grinding of the Cerberus atop him, and as oxygen rushed into his lungs he found his resolve. He'd be a 'good boy' for Dia. Not because that was the price of her guidance, but because he wanted to be. He would submit to this pleasure for her sake. Because she was his. He swallowed, relaxed, and gave himself to her.

“Good boy…" Dia grinned, renewing her motions, sliding back and forth wantonly as she pinned him down with her weight.

Left panted, “We're so happy we belong somewhere!"

Right snarled, “We belong sitting on your face!"

Although her weight could not be called significant, Dia was quite rough in her movements, and the protrusion of her spade and yield of that soft flesh was enough to force the Beastlord to spread her wide with his fingers and put his tongue to work if he hoped to breathe at all. Her fluids had a unique taste, salt and stone, like her scent, leaking from a heated core and ushered forth by the pleasures she forced him to deliver her. He had to lean forward to keep the femcum from his eyes, limiting the mess to smearing cheeks and chin as he found his rhythm.

The Cerberus demonstrated their dexterity, the Right head pulling at the free length of his belt, Dia tackling the clasp as it was exposed, and then the Left head dragging the leather strap free of him. His pouches and the spider for his rapier scabbard fell to his sides, and as the forepaw upon his midriff pulled up his shirt to reveal his abdomen, the three heads worked in tandem to bring down his pants.

Left was the first to comment as his cock came to rest at his stomach, freed at last from the bonds it had been straining against for so long, “Fuck, that's very big for a human."

Right chimed in, “Maybe it'll hurt. We hope it hurts! We want to fucking feel this!"

And Dia simply swallowed, “Well, very nice, Master. But you'll have to make me cum if you want your reward!"

Well, it wasn't as if he needed any such enticement. Canine cookie seemed to be very much Raphael's flavour, and he caught the top of her triangle spade in his mouth and applied pressure directly to that broad clit, capturing it and flicking his tongue in rough motions. It was enough to draw a yelp from Left, and even an appreciative whine from Right to accompany Dia's moans. His fingers massaged the outer folds of either side, toying with the protruding flesh of an aroused Cerberus female, and he was forced to support most of her weight as she ceased her grinding to simply collapse down and press him deeper inside her.

His nose was smothered by an oil slicked undertail, his mouth suckling on the tip of her femininity, and Raphael chose to sacrifice his ability to breathe at all to focus entirely on bringing the Cerberus to climax. Her insides flexed when he extended his tongue into that tight tunnel, her clit pulsed against his lower lip, and this time it was the Right head that unleashed their adorable 'Awoo' as a spasm of pleasure and fresh rush of fluids announced her orgasm.

The grinding resumed, and it was only when the danger of suffocation triggered [Tame]'s safeguard against a Pet causing him harm that the Cerberus relented. They lifted themselves clear, having left Raphael's cock untouched the whole time, nothing but eye candy for them while they rode his face. Now, dismounting, they walked down his body and took a new place between his legs. The Beastlord gasped for breath, his gaze skyward, but he was roused by the sensation of a forepaw landing on each of his inner thighs, spreading them slightly to provide better access to his cock.

Looking down, those three heads looked back up at him from between his legs, and each in turn then licked the length of his shaft from base to tip. After catching his breath, he smirked, “Good girls…"

None of the faces looked amused at his comment, but they seemed content to allow him to have the point. It was not the first time that Raphael has received some collaborative oral. Bravura and Khut had teamed up before for his pleasure, the two of the small sized creatures fitting rather neatly between his legs, Skaven and Felyne. Kali and Alp as well, Manticore and Wolfman – though for them the act seemed to be something of a competition and had gotten rather… vigorous. But, this was the first time that he'd taken oral pleasure that was so perfectly coordinated.

Dia took the lead, drawing the head of his manhood upwards and into her muzzle, Left and Right lapping softly at the middle and base respectively. She bobbed her head up and down, suckling down the precum that he had accumulated at the tip, and as the stimulation advanced, she would bob lower each time, the other two heads synchronising their movement to lick and kiss at his shaft each time she pulled back. Raphael moaned softly, his cock sunk into that long muzzle, the head of it meeting the roof of her mouth, and the underside caressed by a broad tongue.

But more was to come. As those bobbing motions deepened further still, until his cock was no longer in her muzzle but her throat, Left and Right each took one of his orbs into their maws, and holding them in a soft heat, lapped at them with their tongues. The Beastlord twisted his fingers into the cloak beneath him, such fragile parts of him handled so tenderly by savage jaws. Dia milked him until he came, and her face become one of pure ecstasy, her hindlegs rubbing together behind her. The Cerberus allowed not a drop to escape. And she continued.

Raphael was usually quite restrained in his own moans, driven to unabashed groaning only when Kali had subdued him with a tail designed to be the ruin of menfolk. But as Dia ignored any refractory period, however brief his own had become, to continue suckling at his cock, he found himself to again become rather vocal. He'd discovered something rather amusing: Left seemed to get off on anal, Right to vaginal, and Dia herself looked orgasmic when she delivered oral. Yet, all of these pleasures were those of a single entity, the Cerberus was quite the sexualised creature indeed.

A second orgasm washed over him, and the press of her forepaws against his inner thighs prevented the instinctive bucking of his hips. She was as vicious as the Manticore, but this time he had no intention of fighting. The power of [Tame] had blessed him with a bottomless well of virility and sexual stamina, his balls never seemed to run dry, and if this was the meal that Dia intended to extract from him, then so be it. All he had to do was hold on to his sanity as the three canine heads sucked him off so expertly.

Dia withdrew as he put a third load into her maw, and she held open her mouth to show the creamy essence upon her tongue, before nuzzling left with a knowing grin. As they pulled off as well, the two heads joined their lips, two canine maws meshed together messily, and she forced his cumshot into that second muzzle while Right took over the worship of his cock, “Fuck, that's hot as hell!"

It was a show that she put on for him unreservedly, and when a fourth load was unleashed into the maw of Right, that head drew away to share it with Dia while Left advanced in their place. Again and again they forced him to cum, each of the three heads taking his essence again and again, muzzles pressed together to share it, and not a drop was wasted. It did not have the pleasure of the ruinous tail of a Manticore, but the sheer eroticism of it reduced Raphael to a moaning heap of pleasure.

In the end, it was proved that Alp was not the only Pet that could find orgasm just from the taste of their Master's essence. Taking one final load only for herself, Dia raised her head after swallowing and unleashed her adorable 'Awoo' howl. The sound jarred Raphael from his stupor, and his gaze refocused to find three heads licking their chops, expressions a paradox of satisfaction and hunger for more.

Right whined, “I want to suck this cock until he cums blood!"

“That's a real fucked up Apex Ability if it's evolved to let you keep cumming over and over like that, Master!" Dia swallowed again, clearing her maw of any remaining cloy of white, “Are you fucking your Pets that much, Master?"

Left followed up, “Are you going to mate with us that much!? We hope so! We really do!"

The Beastlord had been pushed to the limits of his stamina many times before while training in his old world, and just like when completing a marathon, he sublimated his rapid breaths into a single great intake of air and blew it out forcibly. The action stabilised his breathing, though he'd never really fully understood how it worked, and with a little mental discipline he regained his senses, “I've never been outlasted, even when all of my Pets work together."

Dia's glowing eyes flashed, “Oho?" She was grinning, and now so were the other two, “How about a little bet? Because no male has ever outlasted us, either. We're ready to raise our tail. Fuck us out cold before sundown, and we'll teach you how to top us. You're a dom too, so we can trade the roles between us, and we can all be happy. Fail, and we'll keep you on this hillside all night while we suck your cock and see if it goes dry eventually after all!"

His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but the offer was too tantalising to resist. Both of them took their pleasure from the top, and trading the roles back and forth seemed to be the most even arrangement that could be struck between them. He had the feeling that if he failed, it was a bet that the Cerberus would dangle in front of him again in the future as well. Perhaps as many times as it took if she was indeed hoping to better him as a Master. And the loss condition was hardly undesirable either.

“I don't intend to lose." He shook his head, “No. I won't lose. I'll take that bet. And when it's my turn on top, you won't suck my cock. I'll fuck your throats."

Dia nodded her head, “Well said, Master."

“Kinda hope we lose now." From the Left.

“Let's make him scream! We want him to grovel and worship at our feet! Whatever he is to the world, behind doors he'll be our Slave!" Roared the Right.

For a Beastmaster, to be overcome and enslaved to their own Pet would be a shameful thing indeed. Raphael steeled himself and rejected that outcome, and the Cerberus slowly turned around, raising her tail to show off an oil slickened hole above a protruding canine spade dangling a thick strand of clear femcum. She shook her hips, that bubbly voice urging him on, “Mount up, Master! Mate us however you like!"

His thick cloak granted some protection from the ground beneath, comfortable enough for Raphael to take a place on his knees behind his Pet. He set the tip of his cock to that exotic cookie, and rather than advance, he grasped her haunches in his hands and pulled the Cerberus back into him, sheathing his cock inch by inch into the canine, until he could feel the outer puffed up flesh of her spade press into his groin. Her soft moan was provocation, enticing him to lay himself over her back, his hands supporting him from either side of her shoulders as if he were a quadruped himself.

Covering her like an animal, Raphael bucked his hips, rocking the smaller Cerberus forwards against the cage of his arms, with only enough space to half-unsheathe his cock before the next thrust slammed it home. The sound was obscene, far beyond the wet slapping of his undercarriage against slick Deathclaw scales, or the frothed-up mess of Wolfman fur. Every compression of her sopping spade was met with a lewd squelch, three competing voices moaning in their own tones of pleasure beneath him. Despite being so acclimated to this new world of strange creatures, despite the sapience of a Spirit that neared godhood beneath him, there was a delicious depravity to fucking this canine.

He came as quickly as she did, despite the deluge of orgasms which preceded this, he equalled the pleasure that finally relieved her own long-simmering arousal. Raphael buried his essence deep to the howl of the Right head and lascivious moans of the other two, adding his own growl of ecstasy to the mix.

“Fuck." The Beastlord groaned, “This fucking spade. It's the softest fucking velvet, I've never felt anything like it!" The Cerberus cookie was the most comfortable of all of his Pets, the puffed up flesh forming a cushioned tunnel that moulded to the shape of his cock as he fucked her. There was a perfect balance of wetness and heat, the insides of a Spirit that was destined to be his possession. He gave no attempt to control his pace, simply indulging himself as he acclimated to this new pleasure, learning which angle best made Dia whimper.

“This was a cock worth waiting for!" The central head panted, “We've hours yet until nightfall! Mate us hard, Master! Make us your bitches! Or you'll be ours!"

“We hope we get pregnant!" Left chimed in.

“We hope you mate our ass while we birth your pups!" Came from the thrashing Right.

The heightening of the degeneracy only increased the frantic pace of their mating. The chance of pups was vanishingly small – but it did exist. A good thing that the probability was so low, or every female member of his Monster Harem would be pregnant all the time with the sheer quantity of sex that was demanded of him, “You'd look great pregnant…" He moaned it out through gritted teeth, “Stomach hanging low. Walking a little bit ahead of me with your tails raised so I can watch my essence glazing your spade. The nobles all already think of me as a deviant, so let's fucking show them!"

Her whole body shook in orgasm and the Right head went limp, Raphael immediately withdrawing his cock entirely, leaning back to grasp at the Cerberus' hips, and then pressing forth beneath her tail instead. Left began to pant atrociously, drooling without shame. Even Dia moaned with desperate need as the Beastlord claimed this final virginity of theirs. If not for the oil it would have been too tight to move, and it took some time before a pace could be found that was beyond a gentle rocking.

The spade twitched, the pink insides revealed in a great flex as Dia came with an empty cunt, disgorging a great glop of the cum Raphael had pumped into her along with a wash of her own fluids. Left cried out her 'Awoo', and her Master began to fuck their undertail in earnest. But it wasn't until her second orgasm and a great eruption of his own essence inside her that Raphael began to understand the trap which Dia had set for him.

Right awakened just as Left began to flag, and they appeared to have recovered the majority of their stamina. This was the power of a Guardian Spirit. Even if he fucked her to the limits of his power, one head could sleep and recover strength while another took the brunt of the pleasure, and the last waited to take over. Dia looked over her shoulder, the motion awkward as she was the central head, and she gave him the smuggest smile of victory he had seen on anyone but Khut.

With enough time, he was sure that he could still outlast Dia despite her ability to cycle through the dominant heads to recover her strength. But he'd only a few hours until sundown, and if he hoped to wear her down entirely he'd probably still be there by morning, buoyed only by the ridiculous power of [Tame]. But, there was a weakness! He knew it! Each of the heads had their own weak spot! Raphael returned that expression of smug satisfaction, wrapped his arms around the midriff of the canine, and rocked backwards, bringing all four legs off the floor as he landed on his ass with her in his lap facing away.

His cock remained buried deep beneath her tail, and his right hand slipped over the six small nubs of her underside on its journey to find her spade, Raphael forcing fingers into her canine cunt for a twinned stimulation which had both of the outer heads moan whorishly. His left hand went upwards, and Dia did not resist as he jammed two fingers into her maw, giving the Cerberus something to suckle on as he rocked her back and forth atop him.

Her weight was negligible when held up by muscles trained from soldiering, adventuring, and the potency of satisfying a whole Monster Harem. [Tame] made his sexual stamina bottomless, and he used that might to raise and drop the Cerberus onto his cock, their quadrupedal limbs helpless, outer heads thrashing while Dia sucked on his fingers, eyes rolled back in a potent orgasm.

Raphael was sure that he had won, and if this act did not require the full capacity of his breath, he would have suppressed his moans of pleasure to declare his victory. But then, a half hour of rut passed. And then an hour. And the sun was on its way to the horizon, the end of short early Spring day well within sight. And it became apparent that at this rate he was going to lose.

Dia was the head which he could not overcome. The grinding of his cock beneath her tail and the stimulation within her canine spade of fingers which had used this time to well learn every spot of pleasure, this was sufficient for the outer heads. But violating her maw with his digits was not enough to trigger that final weakness. She needed more, and he wracked his brain on how to provide it during the little bursts of clarity which came in the wake of each of his own orgasms.

There was already an addicting depravity to fucking the helpless canine in his lap, and the lolling desperation of the Right head in the wake of his lewdly squelching fingers proved to him that it didn't need to always be cock. He squeezed her broad clit hard, her insides rippling over him as he crowned another orgasm with a furious pumping into overstimulated folds. Her taunts had long ceased to be naught but panting lust, and he met it with his own need for pleasure.

Desperation fuelled his Lust, and again that strange sensation roiled within him. He had climbed his way to the peak, and felt something beyond it, a great cliff edge beckoning him, he need only step forward and embrace this feeling. And then to fall. His head was swimming in warm pleasure, trying to conceive what lay beyond this boundary but within these degenerate thoughts, Raphael stumbled upon an idea. He sublimated this murky desire, again pressing down the power of Lust, and put it into action.

He pulled his maleness clear, lifting the Cerberus up for the vast reservoir of cum that he'd forced under her tail to cascade into his lap in a stream of pearlescence. She was left with quite the gape, and he might have admired it were he not so focused on what was to come next. The Cerberus was twisted in his arms, half-insensate, and turned to face him. Spade met cock with a lewd squelch, and his fingers now slipped beneath her tail to stir the cum he'd pumped into her over this last hour of desperate sex.

His free hand seized Dia's throat, and she met him at eye level in a look of mild confusion before he twisted her head to the side and moved forward. It was quite impossible to make out with a canine in any conventional way, or he would have been doing so with Alp this whole time. But what Dia demanded from him was not an affectionate kiss, but the violation of her maw. Her teeth pressed into his cheeks as her muzzle was turned side on, her broad tongue was in his mouth, and his own was shoved down her throat. Had she not two other heads to give he breath, she would probably have choked.

Raphael fucked her hard, devouring her moans, sucking her tongue, revelling in the sensation of a half dozen stiff nubs pressed against the muscle of his abdominals. Her paws rested on his shoulders, and with what strength that remained to her, Dia rode his cock with wanton abandon. Another orgasm was coming, but one unlike any other. The Cerberus felt it in their core, a warmth which began there and flowed outward over every limb. The outer heads each unleashed the most licentious moans of her life, her body spasmed in pleasure as the domineering presence of her Master possessed her.

He punished her spade with his cock, he stirred the mess he had fucked under her tail, and he abused her maw with reckless abandon. Every touch was electric, every sensation heightened. Her body spasmed and bucked wildly, and she was forced to pull away from his kiss for all three heads to howl together in a desperate all-consuming orgasm, a gushing ruinous cum which again had all six eyes roll back until all that could be seen was the dark sclera. But this time, she did not recover. Dia fainted outright in his arms just as the final rays of sunlight died.

“I'm not finished!" The Beastmaster roared. The remnants of the Lust he had suppressed remained upon him, a sex-drive which his life as the Master of a Monster Harem had established and [Tame] had advanced into absurdity. He could no longer hold himself back when he had been pushed so far. He fucked her unconscious body for hours after darkness fell. He was frantic. An animal. Only pleasure could sate him, and he creamed her cookie until it twitched with a river of his seed, and he glossed her black fur white with his cum.

He found his mind when a hand grasped his shoulder, “Easy there, Mortal. The Felyne and the Viper are going frantic back in the Inn. It's long past time you got back to them."

Raphael blinked, and then took a slow breath, looking down at the well-fucked ruin of the Cerberus which had so boldly challenged him. It looked like they would be taking turns in the dominant role after all, and he found that the idea of her being in charge every once in a while might be more appealing than the offhanded acceptance with which he had originally indulged her had warranted. The World God chuckled, striding past to look to the horizon, “Aren't you a 'good boy', eh?"

“For her or for you?" The Beastlord scowled, “Has everything been a lie?"

The World God gave a deep sigh, “Well, I admit that I have been a little sneaky." They turned back and their shoulders sagged, “I gave you an unreasonable power and dropped you into this world. Before you, I placed pitfalls of debauchery, and tempted you towards an evil path. And then there came the final judgement of the Cerberus."

He stroked his beard, “I hope that you can believe me when I say that I always believed in you. Had you been an evil man, then you would have still saved the Holy City from the Black Fiend of the North but you would have died here. It was a needless failsafe, but the Sun God insisted…" The World God sighed, “Your [Tame] will continue to evolve, Mortal. The more connections you form, and the more that you deepen them. Today you earned the right to follow that path to wherever it may lead. You're going to begin to accumulate some truly unfathomable gifts."

The World God chuckled, and then extended a hand to the exhausted human, “Please, Mortal…" And for the first time, he spoke their name, “Please, Raphael. Be good to this nonsense world I so love. You are my last Apex Ability user. My final hope."

The Beastlord sighed. He hesitated. His debt to the World God had long since been repaid, but he could not detect a lie in their earnest desire to protect this place. Was he truly so placid that he could take their hand? Could he forgive their toying with him simply because they genuinely believed in his triumph? He grit his teeth, “No more games." He gave a slight huff, “I believe in you. But I don't trust you anymore."

“Oh, I promise. I will still give you the occasional nudge towards something interesting – or rather, a good show - but the time of temptations is over, of that I assure you!" He waggled his fingers, “I may have strained your Oath a little, but now I ask earnestly. Be my Champion! I'll earn back that trust and then some!"

He scowled, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. But he still took their hand, sealing his fate.

Back in District Five, a certain Wolfman was still staring at the door and waiting. Night had fallen, but here he remained – and to use the blanket that Kara had left for him felt somehow like a defeat, an acceptance that his vigil would be a long term wait and not that his Master could return at any moment. He believed that everyone else was asleep – Khut returned from the library, Kali from her day of playing Monster-Ball in the District Eight League, Talion from his training, and Kara coiled up with little Bowie. But it was not the case.

The Manticore dropped down beside him, “Yo, Wolf-tard. You look fucking miserable."

He met her greeting with a grunt, and the female Monster hugged her knees. The two of them had always gotten along rather well, falling into the role of rivals and setting their aggression against each other. The despondency of the Wolfman made Kali rather uncomfortable, “It ain't easy for me either, you know? I'm going fucking crazy here! I need Master to call me a whore and pound me through the wall! And yeah, sports are just supposed to be an outlet for my Wrath, but it feels shit to compete without Master cheering for me!"

She rocked back and forth, “So, I've been fucking thinking. You see, you and me, we're not too smart, eh? Not like the rat and the cat, fucking nerds. We're the feisty ones that think with our guts, right!?" She raised a fist up, but Alp seemed to be half-ignoring her, “Bah! Look, what I'm saying is – if Master was really serious about us staying behind and not doing anything stupid, he would have made it an order with [Tame]. Right!? Because we're dumb enough to follow him whether he wants us to or not! What even is the 'law' anyway? Screw the rules of anyone but Master!"

That was enough to get Alp's attention. He finally looked away from the door, and his tail twitched from side to side, “What are you saying?"

The Manticore huffed, “Something fucked up is happening. Yesterday it felt like I was about to use Magic, but nothing happened, just this big surge of Wrath that went nowhere. And I know Khut has felt it too with her Lust." She shook her fist, “The rat is looking into all sorts of shit in that book place – but I can feel it. I know something is happening with Master. I bet he's in trouble!"

“Master is in danger!?" Alp spoke a little more loudly than he intended, and then hushed his voice, “What are we going to do!?"

“We're gonna go find him, you fucking jackass! Let's blow this joint while all these idiots are sleeping! Together, let's go get Master!"

~ SevenWingedDragon ~

Note: Special thanks to... User DragoonMan10, for suggesting more oral action. I hope this was enough! User Drakoman - the next male is in Part Three, so next chapter! User Sewuyy for their insights into mpreg and tf, and suggestions for creatures. User AaAAaAaAaAAAaaHhHhhHhh for poking at the lore - because it should be interrogated like everything else in fiction! Nothing can be arbitrary! User SlaaneshiCultist for their place on team-human-male-tops (though, this time, just once, he was mostly on the bottom). User Airwall for their kind words and encouragement. And User TheMemesWantMemes who ploughed through the whole series in double-time!

I've been back and forth over the gap in the middle of this arc I'd hoped to fill with suggestions. Minotaur/Gnoll would be a lot of fun, but ultimately I think its place is in Arc Three after all. I don't think the Kobold Siblings will work out in the end either due to some overlap with the finale creatures. There's maybe space for one additional male creature, though - so, I'm open to more suggestions for something that suits the aesthetic. Please don't hold back - I can't use everything, but reading the various ideas for characters, personalities, and kinks, has provided a tremendous amount of inspiration. I really appreciate every comment, and the I'm really happy to read people's thoughts on this.

As always, thank you for every fave, vote, watch, and comment - and every view as well. It's been a lot of fun writing this, and I hope to keep powering through to make Raphael's story a three arc tale produced in good time. Though, I'm slowing down a little now. The original iteration of Dia was much more Yandere, but I ultimately found that I lacked the skill to write her that way without the story becoming very... violent. It's my second failed scene since I started this - with the other one being an attempt at Deathclaw egg laying. But, it's still been a fun experience to give it my best! I hope you all had fun with her. Or them? Cerberus pronouns are hard. Fortunately, I think Dia would answer just fine to both.

Have a most excellent day.

Edit (25/11/23): Thanks for everyone that has voted on the Kitsune vs Shiny Zoroark pitch for the next chapter. The result was a tie, so since the Zoroark had more of a lean towards it on the previous entry comments as well, I've decided to go with this one. I'm up to the lewd part, and will hopefully slam it out over the next few days with as good a pace as the previous entries. The only remaining mystery spot for this arc is 'some sort of male that fits the aesthetic', with the current lead being a FFXI Yagudo. But Arc Three currently stands at only two really solid takes (Minotaur and Gnoll), so please keep those suggestions coming!