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Albert – Crocodilian Mage 16 – Mana 07/80

Albert looked down with wide eyes.

His breathing was fast, and it felt like his chest was about to burst from his beating heart. He couldn’t contain himself, nor the fire inside his chest. And all for what?

A stupid offer, something that had to be a prank, that had to be revealed to be a farce.

‘They must be thinking I’m stupid. No way this is happening,’ he thought as his nostrils flared, inhaling the musky aroma. His body, in return, answered in a way he didn’t know.

It wasn’t like anything he’d experienced in the Academy’s dormitory, getting his dick wet from gals and lads who shared an appetite for promiscuity.

Instead of a prim bedroom maintained by an army of cleaning sprites, they were out in the open by a stone circle.

At any moment, someone from their party could jump out from the bushes and interrupt what was happening and notice the events.

Supposedly, Matthis and Helionore were both hunting in the opposite direction while Xari was holding the camp for them. To them, Raghar and Albert were but searching for dry wood for the fire.

“Are you regretting it, little Croc?” asked Raghar, his voice deep and rumbling.

So deep, it resonated through the Bugbear’s body, down his belly, and against the Crocodile’s nape as he continued to gawk at the offering.

Well, that was an offering, supposedly. An olive branch to stop all the trouble that had been weighing on the Croc.

‘What? You cannot cast a fireball at your level?’ asked Matthis.

‘I cannot keep protecting you. I don’t care if a mana shield is draining,’ said Helionore.

‘Maybe you are a better fit for theoretical work,’ commented Xari, as gently as possible.

However, he couldn’t accept this.

To turn his back on his promise of exploration, on discovering the old-world ruins, was a humiliation without equal.

“I am not sure it is supposed to work,” said Albert, his voice trembling.

“If you only watch it, it won’t,” replied the Bugbear with his calloused hand pressed on the Crocodile’s scalp, stroking it. “You must sample it. With your tongue. Open wide.”

“And…”

“It will get you the power. I promise. That’s what you want. Not to return there?”

To the Academy.

Certainly not. Being forced to become a theoretical mage, spending all days working on equations and papers for the professors who’d proven their might and status.

He’d be the laughingstock of his class. Plus, he had the tuition to pay… And returning home. No. He gulped, then he looked left.

The glowing tattoo was certainly brimming with power. So much power, in fact, it was almost caustic to see, and he wondered how a Barbarian like Raghar could bear the pressure.

But then, he looked up at the Barbarian and saw that smirk.

Gentle, but with a hint of… Deviousness.

Albert used to find it frightening enough to hate the Barbarian’s guts. Then, comforting when Raghar was the one eager to protect the ‘meek Croc’, and now… It was frightening again for another reason.

Albert closed his eyes and inhaled again.

The nostrils flared, his heart beat faster, and his mouth filled with saliva. And when he looked again, he saw that throbbing, veiny shaft pointing onward.

It was a massive erection, but he was at the same level. So the difference wasn’t in the size. But rather in the scent.

The scent of a stud, of a male… Of a warrior who could spend all day working a sweat without a care. And something inside Albert warmed up as he finally opened his mouth, approached it to the tip, exposed it despite the tight foreskin, and gave it a lick.

Mana Recovered: 08/80

He gasped, bringing his fingers to his mouth.

“That’s it. That’s how it works,” said Raghar, stroking Albert’s scalp. “Go on. Another lick.”

Albert didn’t wait long. He leaned again and gave it another lick. The flavor was nutty and far more agreeable than the smell had led him to expect.

It was salty, but agreeable. And it tingled his tongue, then his throat, when he swallowed it.

Even his groin warmed up when he leaned for another lick, while watching around.

“It… it works,” said Albert, looking at the Bugbear’s cock… Then at the tattooed testicles.

“See. I told you to believe. I’m a seeker, I can help,” said the Bugbear.

Well, Albert certainly doubted the words’ veracity in a corner of his mind.

But he couldn’t deny the Bugbear was right. He’d been right about the plants and components for Albert’s spells, even helping him get them at a lower price when he was shopping.

He was… he was his help, the nurturing presence that had made him such an egregious offer, Albert had refused it… Until now.

Until he turned his head and used his fingers to approach the cock from his mouth, to give it a lick while his other hand went under his robes, trying to get a grip on his cock.

“It’s… It’s true. I can feel my mana welling up,” mumbled the Crocodile, giving another lick.

**Mana Recovered: 12/80

Addiction rising: 1%**

But as he felt the power rising inside him, he felt another… Tinge. A worrying thought while he felt the fingers stroking his head. And then… He mumbled, looking away.

“It’ll take too long if I do it that way,” said Albert, watching that cock up and down while he stroked himself… While he held his own shaft, feeling the flare between his fingers, he pumped.

“I have another method. Believe me,” said Raghar when his enormous hands landed on either side of Albert’s head. With them, he could crush the Crocodile’s skull.

Instead, he held it tenderly while he presented his cocktip to Albert’s face.

To that mouth, he forced open by sliding a thumb between the jaws.

“Open up… You’ll see, it’s better and… Here.”

Albert grimaced; his brows dropped. But that tip was there, its aroma so intense.

Raghar hadn’t cleaned himself for a day, and it smelled like it, and it tasted like it. But… It worked.

**Mana Recovered: 13/80

Mana Recovered: 14/80

Addiction rising: 2%

Mana recovered: 15/80**

Albert’s knees still hurt as he was forced to stay on his knees. But that cock, once inside, was somehow easing the pain.

His limbs were not as painful as they were after running to flee the wolves in their last scuffle. And his lungs didn’t burn when that cock pressed onward, reducing his breathing to a trickle.

Similar to the trickle of precum now descending his throat as he gulped. His fingers went for Raghar’s testicles… Feeling those hefty orbs that were churning. Heavily. So heavy.

“I will teach you the way of my people, Croc,” said the Bugbear, attracting the Croc’s eyes.

Albert blinked, seeing that smirk.

“You want to be good. A good Croc?”

Albert closed his eyes and grunted. Twice. A yes… Next, he had that hand rubbing the top of his head, like when he was but a young mage before his mentor.

“Ok. Now. You must trust me. You’ll close your eyes and let me do the thing.”

Albert grunted again, twice.

**Mana recovered: 22/80

Mana recovered: 23/80**

Then he felt it.

The cock rubbed along his tongue. The flavor was certainly impregnating it. But the Crocodile wasn’t moving away. No, he remained relaxed while that cock pushed further… And further… Then retracted, followed by the grunts and huffs from the Bugbear.

Sounds that were coming faster… Much faster, much like the movements of Albert pumping on his cock.

So fast, so intense. So raw. The Crocodile’s breath ached, his mouth filled with precum he kept swallowing and then… There was a growl. A cry. A muffled roar echoed by another, throttled by a cumshot.

**Mana recovered: 80/80

Mana recovered: 81/80 – Warning, Mana overload

Mana recovered: 79/79**

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Albert – Crocodilian Mage 16 – Mana 46/70 – Addiction: 22%

“And so, Helionore shot in the bandit’s eye. That’s when she said-“

“That’s when I said: ‘Need another arrow to know where you’ll go?’”

The tavern erupted in laughter. Well, the Whistling Dragon always had rows of adventurers coming and going.

However, for the beastfolks or monsterkins, there was a sort of separation.

An indirect wall Albert hated before… But not anymore, as he heard the faint suction, and his legs were trembling weakly.

“You need to ride more during meditation,” said Raghar, drinking with one hand while the other was under Albert’s robe and tail.

So close together and with the chaos, nobody noticed the Crocodile getting fingered… With his ‘cunt’ getting tight around Raghar’s calloused fingers.

“Maybe now?”

Spell cast: Minor Illusion – 5 Mana spent

The question elicited a raised eyebrow from Raghar, and a slight movement in his loincloth, before Albert wasted a little of his mana to produce an illusion hiding…

Hiding both erections.

“Ohhh. Croc wants to ride and get charged?”

“We are about to leave for the desert tomorrow. It’s better to be prepared, no?”

The fingers wiggled deeper inside his ass, making his cunt ache and burn. The muscles clenched, held onto the calloused fingers while they exchanged a glance.

“I like the way you think, whore. Did you put them on?”

Whore.

The word tickled something deep inside the Crocodile’s mind. A thirst, a need. And yet, his chest burned when he nodded shyly.

Right after that, the fingers were pulled with a slight suction, though no one seemed to notice. No one seemed to have noticed the fingers being brought to the Crocodile’s mouth, forced to suckle on them and sample the musky flavor before those fingers returned inside the robes to play with his hole.

“Let’s go.”

Perhaps a few passersby, intrigued by the two monsterfolks, noticed the two going upstairs to their bedroom.

Perhaps some even noticed how close they were… But did they notice the Crocodile was getting fingered to the point of leaving little droplets in his steps? Probably not, otherwise the situation would have been less joyous.

Far less joyous.

They stepped into their bedroom, which they shared so it was ‘cheaper’ for the party. The door was locked behind them, and Raghar patted that plump ass.

He leaned back against the door, waiting while Albert stripped off his robes.

Of the blue fabric covering his body, which was different. His chest, soft but thin, was definitely plumper.

Those pert breasts were coming nicely, and the golden piercings, the two rings with the jewels attached to them, were pulling those nipples down.

Even his ass definitely looked meatier, adding to the curves that had turned the rather slim frame into an hourglass-like curvature.

One Raghar observed, whistling. “You wear them well.”

Albert gulped, reaching for his nipples. He poked at the plushy flesh under the cream-colored scales and then turned away, going for their bags.

“It looks great,” he mumbled, his voice marked by doubt.

“But?”

“But? Why would there be a but?” asked the Crocodile, his voice trembling and his chuckle nervous.

“Come now, tell me what’s on your mind,” said the Bugbear as he stepped closer, putting his hands on the Crocodile’s shoulders. “Are you afraid now?”

“Me? Afraid?”

Well.

Maybe he was.

The Crocodile’s tail was between his legs while he felt the presence of Raghar’s groin against his back, practically a turn away for Albert to be swallowing that sweet and wondrous cum.

But the Crocodile gulped and then pulled something from the bag. Another of Raghar’s gifts.

“I told you. That gear is sacred in my tribe. It helps with casters,” said Raghar.

“It’s…”

It was undeniable that Albert held an artifact in his hand.

One that brimmed with such power, he could feel it even if he closed his eyes.

However, the difference was as he felt the grain against his palm, he also confirmed the presence of that… Wooden dildo he had in his palm.

What culture would enchant a dildo if not for a sexual purpose?

“It’s?”

“Nothing. I… Should focus on my training.”

“That’s a better option,” confirmed Raghar as he patted the Crocodile and then helped him get into position.

Albert put the dildo on the ground with the fake balls as support.

Then, with Raghar holding him by the thighs or having a hand on his back, Albert squatted down. Lowered his hips… And impaled his asshole onto that dildo.

The first time, he expected it to burn and hurt, for the grain of the wood to be brutal and rough on his asshole.

However, he found that the surface was soft once inside. No, even warm. No… Shifting, ever so slightly.

If on the outside, it looked like a rather crude representation of a cock… Inside? It felt like he was riding a real cock. Something that definitely felt like a Bugbear’s cock as the dildo slipped further inside, stretching his rim until it burned and ached.

“It’s… It’s in,” said Albert, his voice meek.

“It is time. Remember. Deep breath.”

Albert nodded and closed his eyes while Raghar moved around.

One deep breath, and his hips lowered again.

Another, and his mind was calmer.

A third, and he could also feel the warmth encompassing his body.

Gear used: Font of Fertility

After the fourth, he felt it. The tendrils of magic and power inside him.

They crept inside his asshole, going into his depths and taking root. Raghar told him it was power; power given shape. And Albert…

Well, he could confirm his body was brimming with magic. With mana that was seeping into him and changing him.

He could feel the large pool of mana concentrating into his lower abdomen, coalescing around what he felt was his prostate.

Yet, he also felt that mana going upward, stretching towards his chest, and yet-

“What do you see?”

“The… Mana is locked. Somewhere. My- My left breast,” said Albert, his voice tense.

“Then touch it. Grab yourself. You must massage your flesh to make the power flow.”

Albert opened one eye and looked down.

He could see the flesh that had started to go rounder, to accumulate fat, and sag. And he could feel the mana rushing inside, but it was locked.

He never knew he could… Be so aware of the power inside him.

Then, tentatively, he reached for his right breast and squeezed it.

Fertility increased: 4%

Albert winced at the sensation. It didn’t hurt. But the shot of pleasure and warmth inside his breast was different from what he expected.

The tenderness of his nipple under his thumb, the yearning when he pushed into the underside. He didn’t know… He’d never experienced this before.

It was novel and pleasant, making him somehow consider those nights in the academy and how some partners preferred to have their bodies explored rather than going for it.

And… he smiled weakly while he dug his fingers into his plump breasts. With one hand at first, then the second, before he looked down… And saw that his cock was hard, so hard.

His flare pointed onward, and the power he felt inside his groin had accumulated at the base of his cock. He…

He felt it, the coming shot. The burst. The pleasure that was to come. He looked ahead, at Raghar, at the smiling Bugbear.

“Do not hold it. If it must go, it will,” said the Barbarian, wise for his origin, as he had his cock already hard and pointing up from behind his loincloth. “When it’s done, you can have more mana.”

More mana… Just the thought of it made Albert smile… And lick his lips.

He grunted, he shuddered, he sighed… And one cumshot followed suit, spilling on the floor.

**Virility decreased: 98%

Addiction increased: 23%**

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**Albert – Crocodilian Mage 8 – Mana: 40/40 – Addiction: 46%

Additional stats - Fertility: 44% - Virility: Alert 34%**

Albert desperately clutched his robes with one hand, while with the other, he held the torch high. They were supposed to be in a dungeon, in the ruins of the old ages.

Frescoes surrounded him, depicting the rise and fall of the 3rd Empire, with the construction of the Ziggurats, which had been used to scour the continent of magic.

Yet, his mind could only focus on one thing: the need between his clenched thighs, against his cock that was again hard and drippy under his exposed robes.

“Watch out! Another skeleton!”

Xari’s cries were followed by a bolt of light hitting a skeleton’s chest, breaking the ribcage before the whole undead collapsed. But it wasn’t the only undead, and so flew the arrows, so danced the blade, so descended the mace.

But another chant came from the Crocodile as he closed his eyes and let mana flow through his body, from his belly to his chest, to his shoulders, arm, elbow, wrist, hand, staff.

Spell cast : Mana Shock – 20 Mana

Then the power flew onward, crashing outward like a wave that crushed the bones, that broke them apart, lifted the dust off the ground, and hid everyone’s view for a moment.

But there was a silence, broken by heavy breathing and a cough. Then, as the dust fell, and the cloud vanished, the eyes drifted to the coughing Crocodile.

He smiled weakly, with a twinkle in his eyes, but he had to lean on his staff.

After a moment of stunned silence, Matthis approached and patted Albert’s shoulders.

“Good job. You’ve improved!” he said, grinning.

Helionore nodded, and so did Xari. It wasn’t much of a celebration as they turned and faced the entrance of the cavern. But so came Raghar’s hand, brushing Albert’s posterior.

“You are getting better at this,” he said with a grin.

Then, with a pat, he forced Albert to move on. And so moved the Crocodile, stepping further into the ruins.

They fought more skeletons, too. They even had to fight some gargoyles or a few golems. But as they were flagging down, they hid in a room that used to be a garden.

Flowers and plants crept over the floor and walls, nourished by a basin of clear water near which they’d set their tents.

As was typical, Albert spent most of his mana, emptying himself to the point of near exhaustion, to secure their camp.

And as was typical, he’d followed Raghar to the opposite side of the room, hidden.

“You’ve been a good slut,” the Bugbear said with a smile while he gave Albert’s posterior a kiss. With his tail lifted, the Crocodile couldn’t hide his back entrance, which definitely looked like a donut eagerly sucking on the tongue.

However, the fingers were not over… Not done when Raghar’s fingers danced below the orifice, playing with the scalie taint and a spot Albert had never felt before. One, he only felt thanks to the piercings now adorning his chest and cock, thanks to the vials Raghar had fed him.

“How is it?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“It is coming nicely. I told you it would work,” said Raghar as he approached his fingers and brushed them.

He brushed that honey pot, made the Crocodile moan and groan while the labia opened and the entrance gushed on the Bubgear’s fingers, revealing the pinkish inner walls and the entrance that was definitely virgin.

Untouched, unruined… Yet.

“A nice mage should embrace their feminine side,” said Raghar. Perhaps it was their culture, and Albert doubted it, but he was right in the way casting felt easier. More draining after some spells, but definitely easier.

Addiction increased: 51%

And pleasant.

Definitely more pleasant when the Bugbear’s tongue stroked the labia, then wiggled in between to tease the honeypot, to make the Crocodile shudder, moan, and have his cock… Throb as it slowly slipped out of his sheath.

He was hard, but even then, his cock could only point down in an almost shameful display. One he didn’t mind as much as he gulped, closed his eyes… And let that tongue slip even deeper within him, forcing the hole to open up fully.

A little more and-

The tongue retracted before Raghar looked ahead.

“What is this?” asked Albert, looking in the same direction to see something. A chain with an anchor attached to the ground.

Then, he turned to Raghar, seeing the erection from the Bugbear.

“You… We must do it?”

“Everything must be done according to the ritual. But I’ll let you have one hand,” he said.

It was almost a promise.

But it was made real when Albert was squatting again. No meditation tool this time, no ‘pleasure toy’ as Xari called it after she’d searched through his baggage.

But she never knew that ‘thing’ was the least perverse gift Raghar brought.

She didn’t know about the handcuffs the Crocodile wore, with one attached to the chain on the wall.

Nor did she know about the collar… Or even about his changed body once naked. His breasts were coming along so nicely, and they were sagging heavily with a constant feeling of fullness coming from inside. Worse, the nipples were constantly erect with a wider areola.

And… His cock.

Even though it was hard, it was obviously smaller.

It didn’t matter. It mattered little when he looked over his shoulder, seeing Raghar pulling out a box that contained two needles. The moment they were out, however, those needles started to levitate and move around on their own volition.

“Last ritual,” said Raghar, with Albert gasping and biting his lower lip.

Merely watching those needles made his heart skip a beat before he turned ahead and widened his stance, grabbing his posterior to present his holes.

“I am ready.”

“Sure. But now, mantra.”

Albert nodded, took a deep breath, and… Chanted.

“I accept the power. I accept my fate. I accept the changes. I accept the future. I accept the power. I accept my fate. I-“

Albert’s voice broke from his calm chant when he felt the puncture through the scales, two pinpricks at most. But enough to make him stop and catch his breath. Then, the needles began to move.

He felt the faint movements, the magic pouring from within that he sensed… Like two daggers approaching a core inside each testicle. He could feel them, the thrums, the cords around, the swirls of energy around that core.

“Mantra,” repeated Raghar.

“Y-yes. I accept the changes. I accept the future.”

His voice returned to the monotonous tone while his toes curled, and he anchored his feet. His tail tip wagged but stopped when the tip of the needles went so deep that they almost touched the core.

A ripple followed, going from the core and ascending through his body, making him feel ill… Making him feel weak.

Virility in danger

He did not stop, however.

This time, he repeated the mantra while he felt the needles retreat, ever so slightly. The blades were not touching the core… He could breathe.

He exhaled while the needles finally stirred. Small circles at first, then bigger ones. And with it came the sensation of a scratched itch. Then came the delightful sensation of something deep inside his testicles being… Touched.

Virility Decreased: 33%

“Ra-Raghar.” Moaned Albert, looking over his shoulders. “Will… Will you keep doing it?”

The Bugbear cocked an eyebrow, curious about the inquiry while his calloused hand continued to stroke and caress Albert’s meaty posterior, digging into that plushy ass when the Crocodilian’s other hand was doing the same.

“Doing it?”

“Stir them? Ev-Even when the ritual is over.”

“Of course. Anything for my favorite Whore.”

Oh, the word made the Crocodile’s tail tip wag while he concentrated on the mantra and on what was happening inside his testicles. For a second, he observed a needle caught in a strand surrounding his core.

He witnessed the strain being pulled taut by the pressure, saw the cord stretch, and then… With a small jerk, there was a snap.

Virility Decreased: 30%

Albert’s knees trembled while his body wanted nothing but to collapse.

Even his cock shot a jet of precum onto the ground, wasting it, while the Crocodile clutched the chain at his arm, holding onto it to stay steady.

To stay still while he was experiencing something so novel and strange. So intense, so raw. He had been unaware of it before.

No… Even afraid. Even terrorized when Raghar came in their room to present the needles. He even cried when he felt the needle approach his core for the first time, with the fear of a pain that would ruin him. No, ruin their relationship.

But it never happened.

Instead, the needles worked carefully as they circled, sometimes catching the strands. Each time they caught one, they would pull on it until the soft strand inside his testicles broke apart.

And then there would be pleasure. A raw and intense pleasure.

The first time it happened, Albert… Begged Raghar to resume it again. Yet Raghar refused.

He did not divulge the reason on that day.

But the day after, Albert knew it. His legs were weak, and he felt sick. Only after the symptoms had passed did Raghar offer him another run.

It was the same again: stirring, then illness… Stirring up, then the illness.

And each time, there was a change: the Crocodile’s plums were visibly shrinking. Worse, his body was getting weaker. The number of strands was shrinking, and so was the core.

So did his virility, so did his cumshots.

Virility Decreased: 24%

Raghar told him it was only natural. Only expected.

“Your male mana is messing with your casting abilities. Male mana reinforces the body. But you don’t need that,” he said.

Albert believed him. He believed him while his eyes rolled, and he sensed what was to be an orgasm. An orgasm guided with Raghar kissing his rim, giving it the tongue as it wiggled and rolled inside, titillating the Crocodile’s swollen rim and making it feel both warm and sticky.

“That’s it. Croc fag. We’re almost done with your balls,” said Raghar.

Albert nodded. He shuddered, he trembled… But he nodded again, as it was only expected of him. The only thing Raghar needed from him: to acquiesce, to follow, to submit.

And on that occasion, to cum. To ejaculate with a whitish flow spraying out. Two jets.

As soon as those two jets were out, Albert’s cock dropped, and the Crocodile sighed, his eyes closed while he glanced over his shoulder.

The Bugbear? He was still eating his ass out while stroking his cock through his loincloth. Another promise, another offer… This evening, Albert was to be stuffed with Bugbear cum when he returned to camp.

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**Albert – Crocodilian Slut 7 – Mana: 25/25 – Addiction: 77%

Additional stats - Fertility: 88% - Virility: Alert 2%**

“Ah… It’s… Something is wrong, Raghar,” said Albert, clutching his belly.

He could definitely feel the power accumulating there, around his belly, his ‘cunt’, and his breasts. He’d felt it for weeks now, slowly accumulating and forming what would be the new ‘shape’ of his power.

Raghar rarely lied about this.

However, there was always something so primal about watching those needles dance into his testicles, animated by magic. And how, with the last few strands, the rush of power going to his changed parts felt like an electric shock.

“You are doing well. You are almost there,” whispered the Bugbear right into Albert’s ear while his cock continued to pump.

Continued to grind the Crocodile’s prostate and, therefore, the womb that was nestled inside. It’d grown inside, with the prostate modifying to wrap itself around it. But the result was obvious… Whenever the Crocodile was fucked in the ass, he felt the tremor shake the inside of his new womb, down to his nascent ovaries: his two new cores.

And when Raghar tested his insides, rubbed against his inner walls to see if the womb was forming well… Albert felt like he was about to cum.

Much like now, with his balls skewered by the stirring needles, and his prostate crushed.

The latter was the one that was making him gasp and gawk, and tremble, and drool; the hammering hits were akin to an earthquake in the Crocodile’s mind and body.

The former? They formed that nudging delight of having a scratched itch… However, as they turned and twisted, they’d yet to catch up with the last remaining strands. The last… The last parts of his virility he’d been clinging to.

During those last days, he’d tried to… To avoid it. A fear had taken him, guiding him to abandon his words and forgo the treatment.

But he was too far gone, too far changed. His body was akin to a female's, and his plums had shrunk so much. He couldn’t expose himself to anyone else from the party. And… His virility wouldn’t answer anymore unless stimulated anally.

Stimulated while the hammering continued, and those needles finally caught the last strands.

They resisted. During what felt like an eternity, Albert… Albert watched the strand resist the tug and the pull. But it was a pointless battle. A pointless fight, as with a loud cry…

It broke. It broke, and he came. He ejaculated, although the liquid was almost translucent except for a few white droplets. But as he watched the cores shrink and seemingly collapse, he was acutely aware that it was over.

“Your last cumshot. How was it?”

“Per-fect.”

Virility decreased: 0% - Neutered

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**Albert – Crocodilian Slut 3 – Mana: 0/0 – Addiction: 99%

Additional stats - Fertility: 98% - Virility: Neutered**

“We are planning to leave this party. Raghar and I will leave to see his clan. I must meet my new family.”

Albert’s eyes remained low as he felt the hands, calloused like Raghar's, come and dance. The clay-based paint was spread onto the scales in an intricate drawing on Albert’s belly.

Though the belly sloshed under the touch from the fluids pumped inside, Albert fought against the urge to wince. He pushed it down, alongside the pain in his nutstack as the cockcage was fixed and the metal dug into his cock.

Even though he’d been neutered; even though the inside of his scrotum felt inert to his inner sight, it was still there. The flesh remained sensitive, and when it was roughly handled, it brought pain.

Pain that made him tense, jerk, tear up, and almost gawk until the metal was secured around his cock and locked.

“You have been doing this to him. Look at him! He looks like a… A tramp!”

They were not wrong. Even now, he looked like a tramp.

He didn’t need a mirror to have it when his lips were painted with a mix of crushed insects and plants. The glossy black was intense, contrasting with his cream and emerald scales on either side. His lashes had been painted, so were his filled claws.

His nipples were redder from the pull he’d endured from the real females who’d pulled on the nipples to make them perky and more palatable.

They’d even changed his piercings to make them heavier, pulling down on his breasts as they sagged against his belly, weighing on the rotund flesh.

On the flesh now bearing the sigil of fertility and motherhood, a womb tattoo, as crudely called by the mages, recognizing the tribal magic.

A womb tattoo that had yet to activate, as he’d been told. But once it was, the paint would vanish, and his scales would adopt a bright purple color from his breeding.

After his breeding. After Raghar had claimed him.

“How is my Fag?” asked Raghar, his voice booming when he entered the tent and watched Albert. Instantly, the Bugbear beamed but waited until the real females stepped aside before he approached.

He did not wait to have a finger grazing Albert’s nipples while his breath was right against the Crocodile’s ear hole.

“You look magnificent.”

“I… I do not look like myself.”

“I saw what you did. Do you have no shame? How can you call yourself a mage?”

“No. You look like the wife you were meant to be. I have an eye for that. I am a seeker,” said Raghar, his fingers dancing onto Albert’s belly, stroking where the scales were thinner due to the stretching.

A seeker. He was a seeker of potential ‘females’. Of males like Albert, mages who were weak yet possessed all the attributes to turn them into broodwhores. Even now, Albert could feel the magic coalescing inside his belly, inside his chest, even his womb, as it was aching and burning.

“Let’s go.”

A hand was offered by Raghar, along with a smile.

Albert took it, following as they stepped outside the tent and onto a wooden stage.

Beyond, there was a crowd. A majority were males, like Raghar, who were exposed and openly showing their proud bodies. However, there were some females by their sides. The veiled ones were the real females, those who held the power and wielded magic.

And then, there were those like Albert. The fags, the whores, the ruined, the bitches.

They were rarely called by their former names.

They looked all the same: perky breasts, pregnant bellies, submissive. And dedicated to their lovers, they clung to.

Much like Albert, as he stepped onto the stage, feeling Raghar’s presence by his side. He clung to the powerful Barbarian as Raghar raised his hand and shouted something.

Albert didn’t know his language well enough. Worse, the words were archaic in the dialect.

But it had to be a joyful declaration because the eating bugbears and their fags shouted back.

Some fags were hastily grabbed, forced to bend over, and worship the staff of the males that were presented.

Music followed, too, with the drums and the throat-singing. But the loudest drum was the one in Albert’s chest as Raghar passed behind him and his cock pressed between Albert’s buttcheeks. Not for his asshole, that one had been plugged after it’d been filled with Bugbear cum.

No… This time, Raghar’s cock went for Albert’s cunt.

For the wide and trained entrance, but never used. And as soon as that cock slipped inside, Albert’s eyes widened. He gargled, he coughed, he drooled, and would have collapsed.

However, Raghar was there to hold him, to steady him while cupping one breast.

“If you do this, you’re dead to us! To the academy! They’ll know what you’ve become!”

Albert smiled back, feeling the pressure in his breasts release as Raghar’s fingers dug into his breast. At his nipple tip, the pressure had exploded and then relaxed while a white jet spurted free. Milky and sweet to the nose.

And sweet to the Crocodile’s body while the untouched breast lactated, too.

“You will be a fine mother for our next shamans,” said Raghar.

Then, his cock pressed against the labia.

Albert cried, roared… His caged cock dripped from the pressure and pleasure. But his cunt was speared, taken, pried open by an organ that wouldn’t wait. One organ that desired to take and claim. To conquer.

To… Break. And Albert smiled. He smiled wholly when his head was grabbed, and Raghar licked his lips before he forced that tongue into a kiss.

Albert cried, his tears streaking down his face, while that cock slipped inside his walls and crushed them.

He’d learned, he’d become used to this. To those waves of pleasure, to those lesser but far more numerous orgasms ever since he’d been neutered.

His pleasure was different but no less the same when he was taken, bred, fucked… Stuffed. And soon to be impregnated.

Fertility increased: 100%

The crowd roared and clapped, singing along with the music's pace.

The same pace, Raghar followed when he gave Albert’s cunt one thrust. One powerful thrust and the Crocodile would have collapsed.

Then another, and he would have been blessed to fall unconscious.

Then another, he was sure to be in heavens.

His eyes rolled, his expression relaxed.

His inner voice died, leaving the rawest of thoughts, the reaction of a primal part of himself. No worries, no fear, no memories, no ego. Only plain and overwhelming pleasure that had overtaken him.

Meanwhile, Raghar’s cock continued to ram itself against Albert’s cervix.

The most sensitive part of his cunt, the last wall, too, against a cock that wanted to push into his depths. Beyond that, there were his new cores… There was a small egg, brimming with life and already awaiting its next impregnation.

And then, as the pace of the music went from a slow crescendo to a frenetic pulse… So followed Raghar’s breeding.

His testicles beat Albert’s thighs and little nuts. His fingers dug into the Crocodile’s sides, the claws pushing into the scales while Albert cried… Roared, and then felt he came again.

His caged clit shot through the cage, a clear and watery shot that landed on the stage, much to the clan’s hilarity, while Raghar continued to pump, to hump, to hold the Crocodile steady until that cocktip crashed against the cervix and ended there. Stopped there.

But not the flow.

Not the cumshot as it pierced through, and that semen rushed inward, flooding the guts and most private part of Albert, only to claim the egg. To flood it. To swallow it in that white tidal wave until that egg shone with power and energy, with life, with a pulse that was neither Albert’s, Raghar’s, nor the music.

Its own pulse that was echoed onto Albert’s belly when the clay painting hardened, dried, and then collapsed on its own to reveal the purple womb tattoo.

New Status: Impregnated!

Addiction increased: 100% - New Class unlocked: Bugbear’s Whore

Instantly, the clan of Bugbears exploded into a roar. Mugs were raised, fist bumps exchanged… Raghar himself raised his clenched fist in celebration.

Meanwhile, Albert cried. Albert smiled. Albert looked like a wreck, a rag as cum poured from his outstretched cunt. But he held onto his belly, happily bred.

“Magic was wasted on you, Fag. You deserve to be happy, like this.”

“You deserve to be happy, not like this!”

**Albert – Crocodilian Bugbear’s Whore 3 – Mana: 0/0 – Addiction: 100%

Additional stats - Fertility: 100% Impregnated - Virility: Neutered**