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The tepid air was cold to breathe, hitting the lungs whenever he drew a sharp breath. Worse, the place was as dark as the night, with practically nothing to light the path but a torch about to run out.

“Oh, he is lucky. Oh, he is sure to find a key here. Oh, he would get rich,” he groaned while he had to lean against a wall and walk along a thin edge over an abyss. The soil was damp, and so was the stone… Any faux pas would be a fuck-up… And he didn’t want to die for this. Not for… That pain between his legs.

Finally, when he managed to pass through, the Argonian sighed and glanced at what was on the other side. A vampire crypt. Something that was way older than any cities built above ground in Skyrim… Just like his Master had told him.

“Shit… How do… Find… The key?” he mumbled, breathless, as he saw a red light… Coming from his trousers. “… Of course.”

Jabu would have qualified for a talented adventurer, a fine blade… If not for his bad luck that plagued the massive and broad-shouldered Argonian. Long horns, deep blue scales, defined crest, he was… a good partner. But… An unlucky one as he undid the string holding his trousers and revealed the source of the glow. A cock cage. Black like the night, inscribed with shining daedric runes, his Master had fitted him with it one day when Jabu dared to speak up. It all happened within a second, but the old Nord Vampire was keen to mock the young Argonian about it ever since.

“Finally getting free?” asked a voice coming from the cage, heavy, cold, and mocking.

“Yes, Master. I’m at the crypt. I know the key is near,” mumbled Jabu, feeling his master’s ghostly hands going over his orange-sized nuts, his round ass… And naturally, gaping asshole. “Don’t hold me back!”

“I wouldn’t dare stop my apprentice from learning a lesson,” joked his Master, his fingers going inside the poor Argonian’s ass who had to grit his teeth and advance. One… Step… After Another.

He followed the glimmering red light as it seemed to grow stronger and stronger. Each step made him delve deeper within the dark-stone corridors amidst the statues… Amidst the empty rooms whose furniture had been eaten away. He glanced at them, pointing his torch as he advanced and finally landed… Well, an enormous gargoyle statue was sitting on a massive stone bed. The form was hunched, its wings folded… But with its legs spread, Jabu saw the dark but glimmering key dangling from… The statue’s cock.

“It’s… A trap,” moaned the Argonian, finally unclenching his muscles and allowing his master to touch his ass… Which, in return, started to lubricate.

“Why would I spring a trap for my apprentice? Of course, I wouldn’t.”

“Are you certain?”

“I promise you it’s not a trap meant for you!” answered the Master, though his ambivalent wording made Jabu lift an eyebrow. Still, he had no other options. He couldn’t lockpick the cage; no blacksmith dared to approach it by miles.

Carefully, the Argonian climbed on the bed and neared the statue. He observed the muscular body, the ugly and toothy face… And finally went on the cock. Long and broad-tipped, the stone represented the stone perfectly. The base was… Adorned with a knot. He grunted.

“It’s a trap,” he said… Yet, he grabbed the key and yanked it out before he turned and ran.

He was too slow. By the time he had turned and started to run, a roar occurred. By the third step, another set of roars followed. And by the fifth, something pinned him on the stone bed. Something heavy and oversized hit him in the back, ripping away what he wore. Backpack, trousers, shirt… All disappeared under the clawed hands that were the Gargoyle’s. Once shed of its stone carapace, the creature looked like a predator with leathery skin… And leathery dripping dick that poked against Jabu’s asscheeks.

“IT WAS A TRAP! YOU SAI-“

“I said it wasn’t a trap meant for you. Plus, I need to reward my pets for being such good guardians.”

“Your… Pets? Plural?” mumbled Jabu as he felt the creature’s warm precum drip between his cheeks and… Right into his asshole, it was warm. So much so that he quivered from the sensation.

“Plural. Say hello to your new husband and… Oh yes. They’ve got their own capabilities.”

“WHAT?!”

Yet, as Jabu shouted, he no longer felt his master’s presence in the back of his mind. Or inside him. The Nord had entirely cut the link, leaving the poor Argonian alone. He looked around and saw three death hounds looking back at him… And grinning.

“Shit.”

That was the word. He was in a terrible situation, pinned against the bed and his gear gone. Even his blade was so far he couldn’t reach it… And above. There was that monster of a creature with an enormous cock about to push within him. Its broad tip was pressing against his rim… It threatened him, it pushed, it…

Didn’t break him?

Jabu nearly shouted a “what” in surprise before his breath got stolen. The Gargoyle’s dick inserted within his hole, stretching him wide. But it didn’t hurt. There was only solace and pleasure while the creature’s enormous shaft proceeded to pound his prostate and smash it. It was… Warm, hot, wonderful. Even when that knot started to threaten his rim.

“Fuck… Wh- Why?” managed to moan the poor Jabu, his eyes rolling as he watched a Death Hound approach him. Looking like a skeletal dog, the creature moved with ease. The Gargoyle above groaned… But it didn’t matter to the Hound as it approached and its toothy mouth neared Jabu’s face. And… Their mouths were pressed together. The Hound’s tongue pushed within the Argonian’s throat and poked it. It forced itself within his mouth like a tendril and nearly choked him while his eyes rolled.

He grumbled, snarled, tried to close his mouth. But no dice… The tongue was too broad and thick; it blocked his jaw and forced him to swallow the saliva as he was force-fed it. A sweet, luscious saliva. Poison?

Maybe it was poison, something strong enough to fend off the Argonian’s reinforced metabolism. Enough to turn every action from Jabu sluggish. Even lifting a finger seemed difficult… And every action was marred by the sensation, the pleasure, the intense hit he received from the Gargoyle inside his ass as its knot passed within.

That beast… That monster went inside his ass like a hammer… And it continued… Continued even as a warm liquid seemed to fill Jabu’s ass without any way to escape from the throbbing knot. Even when his stomach started to heat up and swell, even when his own orgasm, so dull and tiny in comparison, hit him and he coated the stone bed. He trembled and shivered as the creature kept pumping and pumping, his leathery nuts battering Jabu’s ass red and blue, as well as his own nuts tightly held within the cage. It was… brutal, vicious… And he would even qualify it as breeding when the creature kept going inside his ass while keeping him down with a firm hand.

“S-Shh-up!Sh-Sh-op!” tried to articulate Jabu, despite the Hound’s tongue going inside his mouth and teasing him. His lips were starting to feel numb, too… Even talking was challenging, now, as he tried to look above his shoulder…. And saw the Gargoyle’s utterly satisfied expression. That toothy mouth had turned into a grin, and saliva dripped as the beast experienced orgasm after orgasm, his knot locked.

How long would it continue? How long would the beast keep pounding his ass? In his stupor, Jabu didn’t count his time imprisoned. But when he was done, he felt… heavy. The Gargoyle had released him, its massive paw gone as it started to walk around the Argonian to examine and sniff him…

Even the Death Hound had stepped away, letting Jabu slowly rise from his knees and elbows to… His knees and ankles.

His backside was damp. He couldn’t feel if his hole was closed or open. He couldn’t even tell the state of his guts. But as he slowly lifted his torso, he saw his massive belly… And the strange red markings all over it. More daedric runes, another gift of his master.

“What did you… Do?” he slurred, his mouth resisting the orders to open and close.

“You called?” answered Jabu’s master, his mocking and feigned innocence telling the Argonian all he needed to know.

“What… Is that… Tattoo on my belly?”

“It’s a fertility brand. A trinket I received from my dealing with Daedras.”

“… A… Fertility Brand?” moaned Jabu, feeling something shift and stir in his belly.

“Yes. You’re no female. How would my pets breed you without it? Don’t be stupid, apprentice!” chuckled the Nord, his phantasmal hands going on Jabu’s cheeks to spread them apart. “Now. Be a good boy and let my hounds breed you. It has been centuries since they knotted someone! They must be excited!”

He was… Right. As Jabu looked above his shoulder, he saw the next in line to claim his ass after the Gargoyle. He saw that broad-tipped and knotted cock hanging from its sheath. And he gulped.