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“Fall back! Foul Creature! Lest I slay you and purge this world of your stain!”

“For the fourth time! My name is Ansrafux! For the Hells’ sake! Can Paladins remember our names for more than a second!”

“I won’t befoul my mouth with your name! Beast! Free my friends at once! Fiend!”

A deep sigh echoed within the sizeable sacrificial chamber. One coming right from the massive Minotaur pinching the top of his muzzle. He was the archetype of a barbarian clad with nothing more but a loincloth, his two-handed axe stuck in the ground by him as he seemed thoughtful. Yet, when he opened his eyes, it was with an eerie red glow directed right at the group’s Paladin, Esthor, a half-orc whose gritted teeth and conflicted expression betrayed his utter stupidity.

“Technically, I might be a fiend, but I follow Sharess’s teachings. And your friends asked for it,” continued the possessed Minotaur with a regal mannerism, his hooves stomping as if he wore heels and his hands waving to add emphasis. “I am not allowed to impregnate people unless they are willing!”

“Kiran asked for this?!” shouted the Paladin. His blade in hand, he pointed towards where the Bard was… A slut of a Satyr whose creamed ass had been blasted; it looked like someone had tried to dig a hole inside. His belly was so round, he looked like a beanbag, yet his pleased groin echoed within the room. But cum traced a trail from the slutty bard, happy and satisfied in his fluids, back to the Ansrafux, who adjusted his musky loincloth.

“Yes. He always sought to try a Minotaur’s cock. I mean… That beast is hung, more than I was in my previous life!”

“… In hindsight, I’m not surprised,” confirmed Esthor, bringing a hand to his tusked mouth.

“In hindsight, you’re all sluts with unanswered needs. Who the fuck has a need to be possessed? Brhh… I can feel him cream his pants when I’m using his body,” complained Ansrafux, clenching his jaw and looking above his shoulder as if he saw something.

“And what do you plan to do? Fuck us? Then kill us when you’re done with… Your army? What do you plan to do? Flee and conquer the coast?”

“What? No! Each month, the church sends me adventurers who are so fucked up. So that I can produce more spawn to protect the northern borders! Why would I leave?”

“What happened to the other adventurers? Those who disappeared?”

“… Oh. Them.” Added Ansrafux as he moved towards a wall before the Paladin’s watchful eyes. With a press on a bloc, he opened a secret door revealing a chaos of tentacles, suction pods, and tendrils exploring a Hobgoblin’s body. His face was almost covered, but a dumb smile remained exposed. “We still fuck. Those who leave get their “gold” and we’re happy.”

Ansrafux turned towards Esthor, grinning to his ears. Once he noticed the Paladin's bewildered expression, he quickly pressed the mechanism to close the stone door.

“Wait!” shouted the Half-Orc, his gray skin turning red. “Uhm… Can you… Keep it open?”

Ansrafux looked at the Hobgoblin, then back at the Half-Orc. Then again, then back… He stepped away and got closer to the Half-Orc until a devious smile formed on that bovine face.

“That’s your kink? Oh dear, you Paladins are always the weirdest from the lot. Always so cold, so tense… And when there’s a tentacle tickling your ass, you’re quick to… Break,” whispered the bovine right by the half-orc’s ears, watching him squirm in his armor until the possessed Minotaur snapped Esthor’s armor away. He left the old male bare, exposed, and erect. From what it seemed, he had been stewing in his shame and precum.

“This… is but a moment of weakness!” shouted Esthor, his attitude making Ansrafux’s eyes roll as he snapped and black tendrils sprouted from the ground, grabbing the Paladin’s limbs. That way, the Minotaur could watch that man’s toned body, the scars over it… And yes, how hung Esthor was: almost as big as his current body.

A second after, he coughed, starting a histrionic and arrogant speech: “Hrmph… Haha! I’ve caught you in my trap! Now! I will use you to conquer the world!”

Next, he dropped the act before the surprised Half-Orc’s, his body massaged by the tendrils going over those nipples and that ass: “Let’s skip that part. You want to be… Dominated, fucked, put in cage… And impregnated. And I want some pleasure, deal?”

… Yet, the old Paladin was about to scream, urging Ansrafux to snap and hurl the tendrils down that mouth before it could speak. Soon, remained the old man’s gagging and gargling as he choked on those phallic tentacles. Ansrafux approached him from behind, inhaling Esthor’s perfume.

“Let’s consider that a deal. One I’ll even sweeten,” when Ansrafux descended his furry hand over the half-orc’s belly, stroking it… And then to that hard cock. Without missing a beat, he whispered a word, and another tendril sprouted from his hand. Tiny, with a soft texture, it bent and squirmed… And flung itself within Esthor’s urethra until the poor half-orc muffled screams filled the room.

The feisty one tried to bite, to hump the air, to even force on the restraints. But it all failed before Ansrafux’s eyes as he continued to force-feed the tentacles down that urethra… Finally, it reached down to the prostate. It… Forced open the organ and elicited a deep moan from Esthor’s trembling knees.

“Yes. It’s good, right? That’s part of the deal. If you let me breed… You’ll have that for you,” chuckled the Demon as he allowed the half-orc to feel the tendril splitting and spreading, invading the inner organ yet with nothing but pleasure. From frowned brows to rolling eyes, it took only a few seconds, but then… The Half-Orc was blissful. His face relaxed as much as his body while an orgasm overtook him… And another… And another. Those pesky peaks of pleasure the mortals were so adept at searching.

A pleasure that led the poor fucker to hump the air again while his softening cock was encapsulated by the tentacles. They turned into goo… Then, into a facsimile metal that encased that massive organ. Of the dark red cock, as wide and lengthy as a mace, remained nothing but a teeny-weeny glans visible between the rods. However, the guy continued humping nothing, trying to coax another orgasm despite the tendrils spreading their roots inside his prostate. On the other hand, his balls seemed to… Grow. With needs, with seeds, with energy. An energy Ansrafux savored as he inhaled, watching those orange-sized nuts dangle heavily and repeatedly smack against those thighs.

“You know, Esthor… I could use your friend’s body as my main one. He’s… Enjoying it,” added Ansrafux, feeling the waves of lust and satisfaction the Minotaur’s soul gave off at the moment. “And he’s… Well. Hung.”

He chuckled at that remark, setting aside his loincloth while the tendrils reinforced their grips and lifted the half-orc off the ground… They gripped that ass, sprayed it with fluids. They even prodded it to prepare that orifice, going deeper until the Half-Orc’s belly bulged.

Magic and alchemy were necessary to prepare a mortal’s body for breeding. Shaping and altering their digestive tracks, making them flexible enough, and dulling their pain. It was better when he met with another willing demon. But Ansrafux accepted his duty’s woes to breed an army for the gods. It was all outweighed when he could take someone’s cherry.

With another snap, Ansrafux forced the tendrils out of the Paladin’s mouth as he gripped the Minotaur’s hardening cock with one hand.

“Well, Esthor. Are you still opposed to your breeding? I have a big gift for you,” chuckled Ansrafux as he pushed the flat-tipped organ within the Paladin’s ass. The hole was perfect and lubricated… It even sucked on the veiny length as he pushed deeper and deeper. With a loving thrust, the Possessed Minotaur even gave that prostate a loving nudge, urging the poor Half-Orc to clench his teeth when another orgasm overtook him.

But Esthor didn’t, and he cried in delight, his sphincter clenching on the Minotaur’s dick as if it would disappear if he didn’t.

“Ahh… by… Tyr! I- I!” moaned the Half-Orc, his mouth dripping with fluids. He gargled again, although he wasn’t throat-fucked. A sound Ansrafux enjoyed, then reinforced when he gripped the half-orc’s head and guided him into a kiss. One where the poor Half-Orc’s tongue was overpowered and his throat fucked by that bovine organ going up and down… Likewise to that bulge beneath that belly. A belly that, too, would glow and be full of eggs.

“That’s it… Accept it. Your Minotaur Daddy will fuck you and breed you like the cow you are,” said Ansrafux, mantling that role as he brought a hand to the belly he massaged, infusing more magic within that artificial womb.

“Y- Yes! I- I accept! Breed me! Make me your cow!” exploded the Paladin as another orgasm overtook him… And so did the Minotaur’s corrupted seed, implanting within the new pawn within the Gods’ armies.