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When I woke up, it was to feel a drumming heartbeat sowing havoc in my mind and soul. With my weapons and armor gone, I found myself lying on the cold stone floor. The delicately painted slabs had no trace of our previous camp, neither the bedrolls nor the bags. At that point, I might have woken up in the middle of nowhere. And yet, I hadn’t.

At a glance, I knew I was still within the walls of the Eternal Light’s citadel, the main stronghold of my worst enemies in that plane. Bare, unharmed, and exposed, only my wits and power remained as I scoured the brightly lit corridors outside the closet we had used as a hole-in. A few hours, I thought, before my awakening, we had managed, as a tight-knit group of four, to penetrate the fortress and find a spot that wasn’t warded or enchanted like all those holy halls reeking with burning incense and the light’s influence.

And like a foul, I fumbled within those corridors.

My demonic shape reduced to a faint smoke, a puff of black amidst an ocean of white; I still managed to explore the recesses and alcoves of the first floor where most of the Light’s militia and its soulless participants lived. Humans, orcs, elves, dwarves, and more. All fools that bowed to the light and the angels, seeking salvation through oration and dumb wailings.

Praying in the cloisters, in the libraries, in the chapels, in their dormitory… Their soulless droning made my head throb with pain as I kept scouring and searing for my fellows.

Where had they gone? Had they been taken? What about me then? I was still there, alive, yet feeling the heartbeat of the holy in my belly, presently imprinted by a strange glowing mark etched into my coal skin.

But no changes, no pain, no frailty.

I almost missed my first companion during the rumination, my form floating away until I heard something different from prayers: boasting.

“Where did you find your new bitch?”

“In a closet, yesterday. Oh man, she was a feisty one. But I look how well she barks when I tug on her leash.”

“Bark! Bark! Bark!”

The sound was human, a pitiful imitation of a canine. But the implication made my form float back and anchor within a corner of the room, my body taking shape as I watched… And saw him.

Lionel. Our expert in infiltration, the lockpicking bastard that had managed to open all doors, noticed all traps and guided our way through the sewers’ tunnels leading right into the kitchens. Amid the guards clad in golden armor with ornamental wings on their backs and their faces sealed off, the fair-skinned and aging human stood in stark contrast.

His clothes were stripped like mine; he had been outfitted with a leash around his wide throat, almost concealed by his scruffy beard. On his balding head had been inked in bright gold the word “Bitch”, yet his unique green eye brimmed with a joy that drooling and agape face revealed.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” continued that poor dastard, his gruff voice betraying no shame whatsoever as one gauntleted hand rubbed his head, his massive body nothing more than a pet on all fours. One the guards scoffed at in contempt while trying to wrangle the two hounds, sniffing and crowding Lionel.

“She’s smelling like a bitch in heat to them, that’s a fine slut!” chuckled a guard, tugging on the leash to halt the hounds… Until.

“That’s right! But that’s not the best!” answered his counterpart, holding his hand up to cease that tugging before he turned to Lionel, the human-made bitch. “On your back, and show your ass to mister!”

“Bark!” merely answered the human, his face split by a smile as he rolled on his backside with his hind legs turned towards the dogs… And me.

Pitifully, the humans were never endowed with organs as powerful and potent as demons. His tiny dick couldn’t compare to my massive sheath, and his testicles were only a portion of my own testes. He was a failure as a male, yet he didn’t seem bothered to expose it. Nor to expose his reddened cheeks, branded and spread apart by… A tail?

“Good bitch! Here’s a knot for you!” chuckled the Guard in charge of Lionel, leaning over and… yes, gripping the tail. He gripped it and tugged on it. And in a [I]Schlorp! [/I]the facsimile was released. The black fake tail, ending in a massive bulbous knot, seemed to wiggle with its own life as cum dripped from it. And from the human’s gaping asshole, a ruin of a virgin orifice like those I had claimed over the years.

To honor the truth… I felt a burn in my loin, and my genitals slowly filled up with all the blood and lust this vision elicited in me. I had seen humans and had forced humans to worship and please hellhounds against their wills. But I had never seen one give in so heartfully, so truly as one of those massive four-legged beasts clambered and… Yes, offered its bulbous tip to Lionel.

“Bark! Bark! Bark!” he continued, his voice not even breaking as I saw the creature plunge its entire dick within that gaping hole and whine from the sensation. Whatever that bandit was doing, it worked well with the poor beast. And everyone else. The musty air filled with the raw scent of sex. Even the guards were rubbing their codpieces to satisfy their needs as their idle talks shifted from how they had found Lionel to whatever torture they might expose him to: more dogs, a chastity cage, forced to be fucked by the entire Militia, or given to the priests to the second level.

Even I started to feel the effect of that lust within my loin, nudging me to grip with flared and long shaft to stroke it, massage it. As well as my churning testicles. But I didn’t, instead... I tried to contact Lionel, to use my powers to reach his mind.

[I]“Lionel! What are you doing? Mindless outlaw!”

“Bark! Bark! The master will breed me! Bark!”

“Snap out of it! You are no dog! You are here for a mission! One I granted you!”

“No dog? Bark! Mission? Bark! I’m a slutty bitch! I live to serve the master! Bark! Who’s talking?”

[/I]I cut the contact, stopping the communication. Whatever happened to Lionel, whatever training had been enforced by the Light’s servants, it had wrecked his will. From that shrewd bandit remained by a barking beast… A dog, an animal.

But even as the liaison between us dwindled, I sensed the lingering sensation: the dick pressing against his ass, the knot threatening the rim by its presence, the dog’s warm breath onto the skin, the tongue exploring the mouth.

I felt the saliva at my lips, filling my throat, filling my entire body for a second, only to have it dissipate… And yet, remaining like an echo within my mind and body, leaving me sore and… Yet. Yearning.

Scowling, I shed my form and flew away, ignoring the need etched in my soul and the Light’s corruption. Still… I wondered, imagined… Saw. In my mind, the image of Lionel bowing and spreading his legs to a hound, having that beast pounding his hairy ass, it repeated. The bark, the mewling, the pleading… I could have sworn I heard them as I passed the threshold to the second level, delving deeper into the subterranean cathedral.

Far from the Sun’s blaze, the windows and glass panels were glimmering from the pure Light of their faith, a Light that burned whenever I dared to glance at it or stand in its presence for too long. Still, I was able to jump from shadows to shadows like passages drawn for me. I saw the studies, the repositories, the den of Priesthood that formed the unifying element of that sect: zealots, priests, bishops; all were learning how to propagate their words and how they had vanquished the Demon King, my Lord I was sent here to save through an artifact.

Discarding my past allies, I was about to flee to the third level when I heard it. A voice, familiar voice; “Praise be the Light for purifying me!”

Manard. The second human of our group, the one we had nicknamed the Cultist. His voice, quavering yet low, was difficult to forget or miss. It was the voice of a priest who had passed the better part of his life screaming and offering oration to my lord. And that same voice drew me closer to what looked to be a small chapel within the cathedral.

As I donned my physical form… And felt again the stiff cock between my legs; I watched from behind a pillar what happened. Manard was in the middle, the elderly and graying man stripped of his purple robes covering his scar-ridden body. Even his cowl was gone, replaced instead by… A mask, golden and leonine, except for his mouth, I could still see. His disgusting Mutton chops beard remained but was now braided and decorated with golden rings themselves adorned with rubies.

Gold… Most of his tanned body bore the Light’s gold, attracting the eyes to his roundish breasts, taut belly, and caged genitals. Gold… Gold was the nipple rings, heavy with those rubies as big as eyeballs. Gold was the piercing through his navel, itself bearing another ruby. Gold was the leonine muzzle holding onto his cock and testicles until the latter’s skin was taut. Gold, too, was the little pearl at his tongue tip as he outstretched it upward, his legs spread in a squatting position while his outstretched hands supplicated the surrounding men by reaching their bare manhoods.

“Brother Manard! Today, you join our ranks as a faithful servant of the light. A powerful bearer of its blessing! May its benediction help you in rearing our future youths and the army that will sweep over the sinful world!”

Then I saw the flask held up by one of the priests, a chalice from which dripped one drop. A gold drop glimmered by the windows’ light and nearly blinded me. Yet, Manard eagerly swallowed that drop. And then the second, and then the rivulet dripping from that chalice.

As if thirsty from a year of walking in the desert, he slurped and lapped the liquid, making it spill over his beard and face. But rather than taking it as an affront, the other Priests were eager to crowd and kiss him. They were licking the gold liquid off his face, stroking his belly and testicles, his breasts.

This time again, I reached into his mind. Not to talk and try to convince him. I knew he was too far gone to be brought back. I merely wanted his knowledge and memories. But then…

[I]“Welcome, Deros.[/I] [I]Watch how the Light blesses me today!”

[/I]I felt Manard… or what remained of him latch onto my mind the instant I was in.

I saw it all, the fucking, the lack of sleep, the corruptive touches, his memories being tainted by the Light’s touch. But more than having his memories, he used that link to stamp into me his sensations and pleasures.

Unable to cut the link on my side, powered as he was by the Light, I… Endured it.

[I]I endure the touches of many hands on my growing tits, squeezing and massaging them until a droplet of pure white milk drip from them. And more. I appreciate the contact against my gaping asshole, tugging on the swollen rim until it has that delicious vertical split repentant should possess. I welcome the mouths suckling my pierced nipples, the tongue nudging the swollen nubs while my milk poured out to bless them.

I bless the men stroking my belly and the Light’s gift etched onto it, the gift of life, as I would help more proud Soldiers within that cursed world.

I whisper my love to my Superior’s manhood as it slips into my hungry mouth, offering more of that warm and salty golden blessing into my throat while another man is taking my plump back. They are onto me, stroking, pleasing me.

And I accept it as I feel the climax rushing from within, enrapturing and liberating me of all my sins. The Light-

[/I]The Light released its grip just enough for my mind to slip away from Manard’s reach, yet I watched what happened to that man as the biggest Priest was taking a piss in his mouth and the poor bastard was whining. A second later, I saw him ejaculate a liquid as black as ink with an aura befitting a man summoning curses and demons. A liquid as black that slowly went gray, then pure white as those testicles seemed to shrink and wither away.

“You have been purified, Manard. Welcome the Light in your hea-“

“I- Some-Someone else need-“ moaned the Cultist, his frail digit raising from a cock and pointing… Toward where I was hidden.

“Bastard!”

“Heresy! A NON-BELIEVER IS IN OUR DOMAIN!” suddenly shouted the head priest, pointing to where Manard had been hinting. Worse, the other priests were echoing it. I could have used a spell, forced them to sleep, or whatnot. But I didn’t… Not as with their cries followed the ringing alarm bells and the sound of footsteps. Once again, I changed shape and flew away through the lit corridors. Beneath me, I saw the guards and priests but no traces of the Paladins from the deeper levels.

Everything felt like a trap to me, from how my teammates had been abducted but not me, how I felt the Light’s mark grow on my belly. Worse… I. Could still taste it.

As my form flew downward the stairs, passing from bright light to dim passageways, I could taste it. The salty and warm taste in my mouth, the slight tingling at my tongue-tip. The sensation of fullness from my breasts or all the cum that had been sloshing in my belly. Whatever they had done to Manard and Lionel, I only hoped our third member had kept a semblance of sanity. But I doubted it…

Here, within the Fortress’ depths, in the third level, they were keeping their Paladins and their… Converted beasts. Giants, trolls, goblins. All those creatures naturally dwelling in the dark but converted to the Light lived in the poorly cleaned rooms illuminated by dim candlelight. No windows leading to nowhere, no obscene and obsequious display of wealth. I hated it as I rushed through the corridors.

None of the Orcish paladins seemed to notice me, standing guards or keeping to their rounds despite the screams and bells up above. They were idly talking, exchanging quips as if it was nothing of importance.

“Don’t they care?” I hissed to myself as I scoured the halls, searching for Ragor, our bugbear member. Barbarian, fighter, brute, he was still discrete enough to roam the streets and yet strong enough to crush your head with bare hands. As I remembered him, he was a hulking giant whose steps were as discrete as mine.

But traces of him? I didn’t hear a scream; I didn’t hear him utter a word. Where was he? What had been done to him? I wondered before, again, I used my ability to link our minds. Using it in such a place was dangerous, but I attempted to reach him.

[I]

“Ragor! Where are you?”

[/I]No answer. I still felt the tug of our connection. It wasn’t like he was dead or unconscious, but I heard no answer from his mind. Nothing at all. Yet, I followed the link between us like a fine trail. Left, front, left, right… In the labyrinthine halls, I had to hide. But finally, I was led to a workshop. A room filled with scalding hot air reminiscent of my home. And yet.

What I saw reminded me of the depths of my Lord’s fortress.

Attached in rows, nothing unlike slaves or… Appurtenances, I saw beasts and monsters hanging on the walls and dripping with fluids. Some were cognizant and seemed able to observe their world with eyes brimming with clarity. Others were gone, their thoughts drifting while drool dripped from their wide-open mouths.

In any case, I saw their bodies exposed with chains and leather straps, harnesses, holding them with their legs up to their chests… If they had their members left.

Some had had their limbs “shortened” and were nothing more than toys; they were the less aware. For the others who had undergone the same treatment and kept their sanity, speaking and muttering, they had metal placed at the tips of their limbs that would serve as connections.

To what? Well? To the mass of artificial limbs, metal and magic mixed together. Even to me, it sounded like heresy and folly. Yet, I pushed forward as I saw the rows of beastmen cry out and howl as their exposed holes clenched and tried to keep the semen inside in vain.

They had been broken, their holes ruined, kept intact or not. And from a glance, it was something big and large.

[I]“Ragor! Answer me!” [/I]I thought, sending a mind spike in the direction of the Barbarian. Only returned a faint echo of conscience I followed again as I delved within the workshop and saw the origins of such breakings. Orcs, Giants, and Centaurs were the masters in that place. The hung husks were coming from them, from their devious hands working on modifying, altering, breaking, and abusing the Light's followers. Would it be sane to me if I thought of them as poor sods and even pity them? A demon, pitying the Light’s servants. Yet… I did.

I did again as I finally saw our Bugbear.

[I]“Ragor! What happened to you?” [/I]I asked again as I didn’t try to change my shape. Instead, I watched from the ceiling, the massive Bugbear being nothing but a mere toy when strapped against a Cyclops’ belly. If Ragor was a monster of strength and power, the Giant was something else, with his height towering above the workshop as he worked to forge a new artificial limb. His hammer swung, his body moved… And along with it, Ragor moaned further.

The Brown-furred beast, with all its misshapen details and facial anatomy, inspired me with nothing but a sense of abandonment. He had been strapped with the harness, the body attached to the weaponsmith’s belly as his humongous dick was forcing in and out of that hole. From the exterior, I saw the movement as that dick bulged beneath the fur and churned the massive cumgut the Barbarian sported. Worse, I saw how the Bugbear’s limp dick dripped with cum on the ground, sometimes hitting the charcoal and provoking a sizzling musky cloud. It reeked, the whole place reeked.

I watched as a faint moan escaped from the Bugbear’s extinguished feature, his face looking up to his tormentor. In return, the burly and bearded creature darted its unique eye in the Bugbear’s direction before his free hand grabbed that face, pulled up… And forced his tongue into that drooling mouth.

From this… From the abuse, I only received a faint glimpse of a thought from Ragor. His mind was gone.

[I]“He is blessed.”[/I]

The eerie contact wasn’t the Bugbear. Usually, the barbarian’s thoughts possessed a trenchant nature. Here, it tried to soothe me and… Plant its claws within my head. Claws I tried to pull as I cut the connection. Again, to have it invade me.

[I]I am in hell. My companions were caught and sent elsewhere. On my right and left, I see the beasts crying for dicks and reeking of sex. They want to be bred; I know it. The Centaur tugs on my chain until I walk faster. I follow. The scent and the heat are stronger. I finally see it, the giants fucking the beasts and abusing them. I smell the blood. I am about to become the next.

The Cyclops looks at me and grabs me. Even when I move, he puts the straps on my body and says this: “You’re mine, toy.” I snarl, try to bite back. But he’s out of my reach. He puts me above his dick, ugly and uncut. The tip is purple and ugly, shiny in the light. I-…

[/I]I tried to cut through the connection, hacking and burning all ties with the Barbarian. Like a beast, I fought against my magic. But as I was to separate myself, I felt his mind. I felt the creature and Ragor’s mind both biting back. Dragging me down.

[I]It feels so good when he penetrates me. His dick pushes all my buttons. I can’t stop cumming and loving it. I don’t know his name or their names, but their dicks stretch my ass. Equine, Giant, Orc, even Goblins. Whenever they leave me hanging, I only feel the heat. I want them back, I want my Master’s dick inside me. I beg, I pray, I cry.

Until he finally grabs me. He puts me back on his dick and starts fucking me. It’s so good, so so good. He tells me he will punish me. I don’t care. I want his dick. Again.

[/I]I finally took a breath, or what my mind told me. Pulling myself from the abyss, I still felt the remnants of Ragor’s desire for that Cyclops in my mind. I… I knew when he lost his. The moment when the rutting of that Giant finally took away the remnants of the Barbarian to have it replaced by that living cocksleeve, eagerly swallowing the tongue within his throat.

What had been done to him was for a purpose. Worse, it was for a design, and as I quickly fled… I felt it. The claws of the Puppetmaster nearby. I should have left when I had the opportunity, but my mind and reason forced me to follow the links to my companions and attempt to fulfill my mission.

But… It had all been part of the plan. My freedom, their presence in each level, the alarms… It had all led me to… This moment.

To the Paladins standing at the workshop's entrance, their spears raised and their fixated gaze on my invisible form.

“He awaits you.”

In the end… I had been fooled. They all knew of my presence from the beginning. Hence, with my hands raised, I dropped the gaseous form before the two Paladins.

“Fine. Lead me to your master,” I said, trying to ignore the sensations I felt through the Puppetmaster’s link: [I]the knot deep within Lionel, the mouths sucking Manard’s dicklet, or Ragor’s “lover” ruining his guts.[/I] My loins were burning bright with needs, and my dick was hard. But I ignored it while we marched deeper into the cathedral.

The windows returned, amplified by the golden statues and busts here and there. The ground was gold; the pillars were gold, and the arches were golden. All was yellow or a shade of it, up to the large… Bedroom, which proposed a tint of red in the forms of mats and beddings.

That was there. The Puppet master welcomed me.

“Welcome, Deros; fancy a rest?”

An angel. His voice was as soothing as the contact before. But that one meant danger to me. He was a burly angel, his head shaven and his eyes as glimmering as the Light visible through the windows. His skin, tanned and covered by scars, was fully exposed yet covered with black hair. A sort of irony compared to his enormous white wings unfurled in his back or the halo above his head.

At that instant, only a red blanket draped over his genitals without concealing that muscular and squat body.

“I don’t. You toyed with me, didn’t you?” I answered, my hooves stomping on the ground to approach. The Paladins didn’t move a finger as I stepped closer and closer. I saw that smirk on those dark lips, the faint glimmer of those clean teeth. He was cocky, arrogant.

As I approached, I clenched my fist tight.

“Give us the relic we’ve come to retrieve, or it’ll end poorly,” I shouted, spitting the words at his face. Yet, he answered with a wider smile as he pointed to my right.

“Sure, take it. We don’t have any use of it,” said the Angel, with a faint grin. “And call me Fin instead of Puppet Master. It wounds me.”

I turned my eyes to the right and heard him tutting as I thought the words, Puppet Master. He was, indeed, reading my thoughts, laying all details bare. From my shame, my needs, my lust… To my surprise, I saw my Liege’s crown. A regalia, the barest one that could be made with corrupted steel. It held no jewelry, no gold, but I could feel its magic. Its powerful magic could resurrect my Liege or make me his successor.

“Why not wear it?” asked Fin, his voice close by my head. And his hands on my chest. Somehow, somewhere, Danard had his nipples milked and… oh. Those lips were suckling on his nipples… on [I]my nipples.

[/I]“Back off. And cease to invade my mind, Angel. I have a duty towards my Lord,” I answered, mustering all my loyalty. But it escaped my mind when that hand passed over my belly… My lower belly, over that burning and etched tattoo. Over the sensation of [I]the buried Knot inside me [/I]and [I]the humongous Cyclops’ giant cock crushing my prostate.

[/I]The instant after, I bit my lips and tried to resist… yet, precum dripped from my erect shaft.

“It would be better to wear it, no? To become a Lord yourself, to become something better,” said Fin with his voice. I grabbed and halted his hand, my claws almost gripping my shaft.

“What do you want? What was this all about?” I asked, my voice trembling with rage.

“Don’t be outraged to have been played. You are doing much better than anticipated. You can go, take the crown, and your friends with it. If they want.”

I snarled, feeling his digits digging into my belly. His chest was close to my back, and his hands closer to my erect cock… Afar, I could have felt another sensation. One I chased by shaking my head.

“You won’t let us go,” I answered, my voice quivering as I grabbed the crown and faced Fin.

“I will. There’s no reason for me to hold you and your friends here. But do you want to leave?”

[I]The mouths were sucking on my clit… Touching my ass, stretching it with their fingers while the luscious gold dripped in my mouth, filling it.

[/I]“Let me go! Stop using those tricks!” I shouted, turning to face the Angel.

Fin was entirely naked, his cock resting in its ebony sheath. His dark testicles were hanging loose, the leathery scrotum exempted from any hair, while his groin possessed a discrete tuft above the wide and flat-tipped dick.

He reeked, too. But not as bad as the people in the workshop, or the guards.

“You can enjoy my perfume as much as you can. And touch,” he answered by gripping my arm and guiding it to his testicles. They were heavy, churning with life. They sloshed with all that cum that would sear to the touch, as I felt the heat coming from it.

Next, I pulled my hand away but felt the weight remain.

“I am using tricks, that’s right. But the sensations from your teammates are genuine. And they’re willingly sharing it all because they love it. They have learned.”

“It- It’s brainwashing! Corruption at its worst! Even I wouldn’t stoop so low!”

“Would you?” asked Fin, as if he knew. He knew about the slaves I had broken. The lives I had broken. A conniving look from him was all that was needed to unleash those thoughts. “I am not your judge, here. But a potential ally. You can leave and take the crown and your cronies with you. Or… You can stay.”

“Stay? For what?” I retorted, bewildered.

Yet... As his hand returned to that purple mark etched in my belly, that symbol branded in my belly. I knew… Oh. I felt it, embraced it, welcomed it. A mere sensation, just a tiny glimpse of what could be.

“For that.”

“I-… Is this true?” I retorted, my breath stolen away from me by the sensation. My dick was as hard as a rock, it had been dripping, but the precum started to turn opaque and whiter. My groin burned with a need, and so did my ass as he walked around me, his hand leading around and following my waist until he was on my back. And his equine and hardening shaft pointing at my ass.

I took a long deep breath, my thoughts nearly eluding me. But then, I nodded as the fingers brought the crown to my face. And I put it on.

Power brimmed through me, strengthening my magic and might. My veins burned with a flow of magic… Thus strengthening the link between my companions and me.

[I]His hand was on my cumgut, stroking that dick ruining my belly. The fingers pinched my dripping nipples. The hound’s tongue invaded my throat.

[/I]Fin’s tongue danced with mine, intertwining the sensation of the beast and angel. I felt it hard to swallow back my saliva as my throat clenched involuntarily. I forced myself, though, and welcomed the kiss. I held onto the hand, stroking my chest and keeping me steady. I arched my back and presented my rump first.

His equine dick. [I]His knotted dick. His human dick. His giant Dick. [/I]They were all there, either filling or about to. Different stages I sensed when Fin inserted within my hole and stretched it. It didn’t hurt; I instinctively knew how to relax and ease my mind like my companions did. I felt their mind tightening their grip over mine, dragging me along as much as the kisses all over my neck and nape.

“You deserve love,” mumbled the tanned angel, his rumbling voice whispered right into my skin while he gripped and pinched my nipples between his indexes and thumbs. That was a death grip I couldn’t escape, and neither I wanted to. I exhaled, outstretched my neck.

[I]Saliva. Urine. Cum. Air.

[/I]I felt them within my throat, on my tongue, gracing my nose. I heaved like a beast while he started to burrow my ass.

The first was a long, deep thrust. [I]Different from the humpings, from the thorough breeding, from the stuffing. [/I]A long one that stretched my gut and made my womb tattoo bulge from the invading shaft. I stroked it, felt the sheer girth, and Fin wasn’t at full mast.

Then, the shaft disappeared. Taken away until my ass nearly gave out in a wet suction. I gasped again, only to feel his tongue close to his ears.

“Say it.”

“Say- what?” I mumbled, at a loss of words, amplified by the sudden push within my belly.

“Say what you have in mind,” he said, his voice not at all exhausted as he pulled.

In… Out… In… Out… I didn’t hear his breaths while he rummaged through my guts and perceptions. Should I love it? Yes. Should I hate it? Perhaps. Was it good? Yes. Was it what I desired?

“I- I want it,” I muttered, my voice raspy as I was guided through another kiss, my nipples pinched further until I couldn’t hold in the cry. “I- Want it!”

“Of course, you deserve it,” he muttered while picking up the pace. From loving and calm, it picked up and increased. It quickened, went from a soft embrace to a thorough breeding with his enormous testicles clapping against mine and my ass. Our thighs pressed together again to separate, and for me to moan in despair.

[I]He picked it up. He picked it up. He picked it up.

[/I]Our lovers were on the same tempo yet echoing themselves. Whenever Fin pushed, I could feel the Giant’s deep within me, the priests pulling back, the Dog almost about to remove its knot away. I cried as my prostate, our prostates, were squeezed out and… We cried as we reached our orgasms, our shafts spewing cum on the ground. We ejaculated, yet our lovers didn’t stop.

They only increased their assaults, their rutting making us bend and bow and break and bleat.

That moment, I will always remember it… I will always cherish it.

My orgasm subsided, only to have another roaring and rearing its head. Battered as I was, I didn’t resist long until another was drawn from me as a pool formed between our legs. But it didn’t deter Fin from continuing as his mouth kept kissing my neck while he pushed.

Three orgasms. Four… Five. I had a hard time keeping a count. My muscles were wrecked, and it might have been near the tenth I sensed something different. Was it precum? Or cum? Nonetheless, it warmed my inner walls like a beacon within. My purple tattoo started to glow, too. It changed in hue, going clearer until it shone with a bright yellow, much like the Light outside.

It started to distend, too. Or my belly did. In my lust-addled state, I could only notice the rotundity of the tattoo on my skin. It was throbbing, too, I thought. Or was it the waves of semen that flooded my guts that provided such tremors? Nonetheless, I watched in awe and delight and ecstasy.

“You deserve it,” cooed Fin, his movements halted at that moment while he provided me another slew of kisses. “An army. An army from a perfect breeder... Like a King, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I mumbled back as I felt the warm sensation invade me. The same I had felt a few moments before.

My belly would turn full and gravid, my tits sagging and heavy with milk. And when would be the time to rear our spawn, I would be ready to nurse them until we got an army. One that would spawn across the world, leading and bringing what was needed.

But for now, I welcomed those lips and that tongue within my mouth.

[I]We welcomed our lovers, our masters, our husbands, our lords.

[/I]We had been blessed, and we deserved to be happy… Pregnant. Captured. Used. Until all traces of our previous lives had been erased.