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This is a story commission I've done for Bionet

Link to chapter 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1897790

Description: A rampaging brute, Thunderbane seeks to leave his mark on the world by creating a name for himself. After being thwarted by an ingenious goat during what seemed to be an easy village raid, the wolftaur's ambitions are caged--quite literally. Forced to forge a pact with a mysterious sorceress, the two set their eyes on a new conquest.

Will their nefarious plans come to fruition? Or will humiliation catch up once again with Thunderbane? Read to find out!

Characters belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bionet/

***The Bane of Thunderbane Chapter 2***

Thunderbane lay in a crumpled heap, twitching and gasping for breath. The merciless Will-breaker affixed to his fully-erect and unsheathed cock relentlessly tormented the fallen wolftaur with its pulsing torture. He cringed and whimpered, unable to summon the strength to rip it apart.

Not that he would be able to do so. The device was too small and far too effectively glued to his tool of the trade. Risking damage to his pride tormented him even more than the physical torture that cunt-faced goat subjected him to.

Anger-filled howls rose up from his chest as his very body betrayed him. Strain-laden tears streamed down his face as his vein-laced shaft continued to spurt thin strands of seed. He practically left a trail of his precious fluids while stumbling about in search for the only one capable of granting him relief from this misery.

“I won’t…let myself beaten…by the likes of youuu!” The wolftaur growled with all his might as he regained his footing. Though his balance wavered from the unwanted jolts of pleasure-filled spurts shooting through his abused cock, Thunderbane managed a slow and swaying stroll. Winces mixed with yelps whenever a more powerful jet burst through his ruddy tip.

Fire hugged his shaft. It was like the devil’s grip smothered his knot, squeezing him dry with every rugged breath. He didn’t even want to look at it. Never had his cock been so hard for so long, with parts of it discolored to a bleak silver while others turned an angry red. And those veins—those pronounced, numerous veins! He just…

He couldn’t glance at it. Not anymore. He belonged inside females, inside that mischievous wretch Bayleigh that he should have ruptured the cunt of with his mighty knot when he had the chance!

“I’ll return. Not alone, but with an army! And I’ll have…rrrrf…every one of my lads take a turn at her till…grrh…life bleeds through that bloody cunt of herrrrssss!”

It helped to give voice to his ambitions. Words made the incessant spasms of pleasure summoned by the buzzing Will-breaker more bearable. Still, at the back of his mind, doubt lingered.

The once-proud leader of a mighty rogue band, reduced to…whatever he was now. He had been disgraced, humiliated, subjected to the most depraved method of torture, and for what? A village?

He had believed his brute force would carry him to victory, as it always did in the past, but Bayleigh—that accursed, conniving sorceress….

No matter. He knew a sorceress of his own. Not one that he relished the thought of, but a necessity when pushed in the depth of despair by this detestable contraption. His pride burned at the thought of begging the aid of Heidrun, but the wolf could endure no more of the agonizing and far too prolonged orgasm.

With a shuddering breath, Thunderbane pressed on through the dense forest Heidrun called her home. He forced himself into an ungainly trot, even as the Will-breaker continued its torturous ministrations. He stumbled through the darkening forest, each step a battle against his own body.

Minutes passed. Dozens of them.

Thunderbane lost count. He had always enjoyed counting his spurts or thrusts, but this…this was obscene! Everything—from his neck down to his roiling balls—ached in some capacity, his cock most of all. Pleasure no longer masked the searing throbs rushing through it. His orgasm hurt , and for the first time in his life, a tinge of cold dread slithered down Thunderbane’s spine.

What if the hours spent shooting seed he never expected to ejaculate in such amount actually—

“Heidrun!” The wolftaur wrenched himself free of desperation’s grasp. The sorceress’ watchtower crept between the trees, a beacon of hope that market the entrance into the lair of Heidrun.

“Sorceress! Come forth!” The wolftaur barely managed to reach the foot of the tower before he collapsing under the strain of a particularly strong throb of unexpected pleasure.

Excitement never hurt nor humiliated him so badly.

Through bleary eyes, Thunderbane noticed the door of the watchtower cracking open. A robe-clad figure exited, the ample shape of her bosom and udder pressing against the gold-hemmed fabric.

Thunderbane attempted to recover his footing, only to crumble back amidst the fallen leaves as his hindquarters instinctively thrashed under the toll exacted by the Will-breaker.

“Well well. I recognize the form, but not the face. What does this make us, then? Acquaintances? Or something even lesser?”

Thunderbane bared his fangs at her needlessly dramatic platitudes. “I need you. Get—rauuurgh—this off me!”

The sorceress crept closer; close enough that her narrow, amethyst eyes studied him with obvious contempt.

“You’re not in any position to order me around,” the bovine sorceress reconsidered lowering her hood as she rounded his fallen form.

Pitiful wretch! He was twice—thrice!—bigger! One claw swipe was all it took to spill the contents of that hefty udder of hers all over the ground.

Yet, just as his forepaw reached forth, a sudden weight collided with his side. It hurt. Sort of. But what scared Thunderbane the most was the precision.

The same unseen grip forced all of his limbs together, the wolftaur’s growls and howls and squirms only making the throbbing and bobbing of his shaft worse.

“Hrrawwwrrr!” He finally relented as the Will-breaker suddenly strangled his knot tighter than ever, forcing a particularly rich and creamy spurt to splatter all over his belly and throat, dangerously close to his face.

“Seems dear Bayleigh didn’t bother attuning this curious device to her mana’s signature. It’s almost like she gifted you to me, all docile and desperate.”

“Quit this nonsense!” Rage all but sheltered the tinge of panic leaked into his voice. “I’m here! At your…”

He couldn’t say it, so Heidrun said it for him.

“Pleasure? Mercy?” The last word amused her enough to lower her cowl. Short, mauve-tinted hair hung over her cheeks and poked at her frowning eyebrows. Her ears extended far to the sides, overly stimulated by whatever sound or plea that would next come out of his hoarse throat.

"Not that I’d expect manners from one such as you, but your choice of words really does beg the question on how much of a simpleton you really are," she sneered, voice dripping with disdain.

Thunderbane almost gasped in relief when he noticed her crouching form dip close to his malehood.

Then came that look; that sideway glance filled with amused mockery.

"Hrmpf…I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come crawling to me for help. Then again, I never thought I’d see such impressive cock either. It’s so…enchanting…"

Her fingers hovered an inch or so from the twitching, fully-erect shaft. All she had to do was sever the soft, leathery band encasing his knot and he’d be free from this torment.

Heidrun’s hand moved away from there and close to his tip, so that a few spurts of aqueous and cloudy semen deposited into her palm.

“Grrrah begone, you fat cow!”

Heidrun merely chuckled at his insult. Her fingers wove, and the bad around his knot tightened even more.

Thunderbane’s eyes shuttered in an instant. A thick, mind-reeling squirt of thick and pungent seed burst from his sore-red tip, caught by Heidrun’s timely hand.

“Seems you’ve got hidden reserves,” the bovine sorceress cooed as she took a long, satisfied whiff from the creamy bounty lathering her hand. “I need the seed, not its host. Who’s to say that I shouldn’t let this little toy drain you to a husk?”

It took great effort from Thunderbane not to whine from the raw discomfort of being milked dry by this damnable contraption. He wouldn’t give her the pleasure; especially when she made a point to stroll over to his head, her cow nose so close that he could almost tear it off her face.

“I get what I want either way.”

Thunderbane gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. "You won’t. It’s…rrrghh…I can do more, and much better!"

Heidrun raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the Will-breaker. "The only better thing in this scenario is the toy getting the better of you," she mused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Then again…your proposal does have its merits.”

The pitter patter of her hooves drove Thunderbane close to the edge of insanity as Heidrun circled his fallen form in complete silence.

Then, suddenly, she stopped. “Why should I save the life of a brute like you? What exactly are you willing to do for me?"

He knew it was a trap. Even now, in his current state, his fighter’s instincts still endured.

Then again, what choice did he have? At this point, anything—anything!—was better than this.

"I... I will do anything!” Thunderbane’s voice crackled with strain. “Just…make it stop!"

Waiting never felt so excruciating. The hellish cow shrugged her shoulders with due nonchalance as she pretended to weigh her options, all so that she could extract perverse pleasure from watching him squirm and hiss and growl in pleasured agony.

"Very well, Thunderbane. I will free you from this exceedingly stupid accident of yours, but you will serve me in return. Your strength will be put to use in furthering my schemes, physical or otherwise."

“Yes!” He roared in approval at that surprisingly appealing offer, far too desperate to let her change her mind into something far worse. “I will crush your enemies! I will mount your competition and make them howl your name as I drive you will deep into them!”

Heidrun’s maniacal laughter offered no comfort, no reassurance.

But gods be damned, it did feel good to have an ally in the moment, unpleasant as this one was.

“That is exactly what I expect from you. Whether you’ll live up to your words, however…it remains to be seen.”

With that, she reached out with her seed-stained hand to weave some symbol into the air. At last, the device ceased its shudders and contractions, allowing Thunderbane to gasp his first full breath in hours. Her magic released his limbs at once, allowing his body to slump onto its side. His relief-filled panting bordered on sobs. Whether Heidrun took note of that, he didn’t know, nor did he care. The torment was, at last, over.

“You’re not going to be needing this any longer,” the bovine sorceress unclasped the Will-breaker from his cock, vanishing it into the ether. “Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s gone. Don’t put me in the position where I have to strap it back onto you.”

“N…ever,” Thunderbane pushed his torso up to look upon Heidrun with renewed determination. “ Never…again.”

“Mhhm…” Heidrun hummed. Her eyes traversed over Thunderbane’s body, studying him with keen interest. Now that was more like it! Though his knot had yet to shrink, tension began to lessen throughout the length of his cock. The ache of prolonged climax began to settle in, its bother greater than he expected.

Having his physique absorbed by a female to such extent did make his sack tingle, depleted as his resources were. Though he should’ve hated the guts of this damned cow for forcing him to sell himself to her over a simple favor, he did find the allure of her power attractive in an awe-inducing way.

After all, who wouldn’t? It was foolish not to respect that which you were afraid of.

Besides, it was obvious she had heard tales of his legendary exploits. To see him in the flesh must have been quite the surprise to her. The wolftaur's raw strength and ferocity impressed her, enough to produce a small smirk on the left corner of her mouth.

“I’m not your plaything, sorceress,” Thunderbane bared his fangs, a low growl rippling from his throat. “Best you do not push your luck with me.”

Heidrun merely continued to watch him with a bemused smile, her gaze cold and calculating.

"You're quite the specimen, Thunderbane," she mused, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey. "There is a lot of potential within you; power that a brute such as yourself wouldn’t be aware of. Such strength, yet so easily brought low by a low-grade and creatively-starved goat."

Her words stung, but Thunderbane could not deny their truth. Resentment simmered beneath the surface of his glaring golden eyes. "What is it you want from me, Heidrun? You have me in your debt. State your terms."

Heidrun stopped her circling, her eyes narrowing.

"What is my title out there, in that world of little creatures with scant aspirations?"

Every band leader had heard—and likely considered employing Heidrun’s help to further their schemes—but few actually went through with it for obvious reasons.

High sorcerers were dangerous enough, but a Banished with lofty ambitions…

“The Banished,” Thunderbane muttered. The term itself emanated power.

“Hrmpf…and why am I Banished?”

“For the same reason I fight,” Thunderbane attempted to regain his footing, only for Heidrun’s hand to keep him there, where she liked him to be. “We’re not content with what others want for us. We want everything.”

“Yes. That is precisely it,” she said, her voice slow and deliberate. "You will serve me for a single task, Thunderbane, and then you can count our debt settled. There is a vexing vixen named Belinda a few days south of here, with ambitions too small for the far too large space she commands. You will help me eliminate her and take control of her castle."

Thunderbane's brow furrowed, his anger giving way to mild curiosity. "Why me? Surely you have others at your disposal."

Heidrun smirked as her gaze hardened. "I do, but none that possesses the raw power surging within you, Thunderbane. It’s fitting, don't you think? The former leader of a rogue band, brought low by his own arrogance, now tasked with conquering a castle."

Thunderbane bristled at her words, but he knew he had no choice but to comply. "Very well," he growled, the words bitter on his tongue. "I will do as you ask. For now…"

Heidrun nodded, satisfied with his submission. "Good. We will begin our preparations immediately. And remember, Thunderbane, you are mine until our task is complete."

The sorceress motioned Thunderbane to follow her to the front steps of the watchtower. His softer yet still unsheathed cock swung at every step, requiring him to keep his steps slow and measured.

“Wait here. I will fetch a few items to take care of your not-so-little problem.”

Thunderbane remained rooted on the spot. The ache had only managed to get worse as his bloated cock shifted to an angry red marked by soft bruised splotches around his knot where the pulsing rhythm of the Will-breaker tormented him most.

He immediately averted his gaze from it, heart up in his throat. What if it—what if it didn’t go back in? He just—that couldn’t happen!

Just as Thunderbane’s desperation began to get the better of him, Heidrun returned, her expression inscrutable as she approached him with an items-laden tray. On it were a few bottles, a mixing bowl, and a cloth. Thunderbane's eyes narrowed as she knelt by his malehood.

“Stay on your feet,” she urged.

A growing sense of discomfort rose within him as she began to pour the contents of the bottles over the cloth.

"What is the meaning of this?" he hissed. Disdain and anger alike welled within him at the thought of her touching him there.

Heidrun’s sardonic glare broached no argument. “Either you let me work, or Bayleigh’s contraption is the last thing that managed to draw seed out of you.”

“Rrrf…” Thunderbane rumbled, but chose not interfere. He kept his head high as his claws tensed in unison with his clenching fists. This was enraging, and disgraceful, and—

“Grrh!” His entire frame jolted as the distinct surface of the cloth connected with his member. Only…it wasn’t cold, like he expected, but surprisingly warm and comforting. He almost didn’t mind Heidrun’s fingers as she maneuvered his cock in order to wrap it within the curiously-smelling blanket, his knot so sensitive he yelped upon contact with it.

“There, there. Don’t be a puppy over this.”

Thunderbane didn’t chance a glance at her doing, too unsettled to bear witness to her sorcery.

“You should count yourself fortunate. Not one female who touched my cock got to leave without a cunt filled to the brim.”

Heidrun's response was a dry chuckle. "Hard to ejaculate so much seed inside someone with a shriveled cock."

Thunderbane's protest died in his throat as he grew to realize the truth in her words. He had no cure for what Bayleigh did to him. No answer at all.

“I’m going to tend to your sack next. Kick, and…well, discover at your own risk.”

This time, he couldn’t avert his gaze. His cock was one thing, but his balls—his jewels—made up the majority of who he was. Of what he was!

So he watched, torn between anger and fascination, as she meticulously smeared the same ointment over his fuzzy sack. Her touch was gentle but firm, her fingers gliding over him with a reverence that bordered on worship. He could feel every stroke, every caress, the sensation uneasy and foreign but not entirely unpleasant.

Heidrun’s tongue poked out of her mouth to dab at her muzzle salaciously as she worked, her eyes never leaving his genitals.

"You have quite the hefty pair of apples," she mused, her tone tinged with genuine admiration. “Would have been a shame not to tend to them.”

Thunderbane could only stare. A mix of emotions warred within him, conflicting and irritating. Part of him wanted to push her away; to reclaim his dignity and assert his dominance. But another part of him was entranced by the care she displayed. By the methodical approach her fingers employed in dancing over his plump spheres with such practiced ease.

Against all odds, Thunderbane found himself relaxing, the anger and indignation fading as he surrendered to the sensation. He knew that he was in her hands, quite literally, and that she held the fate of his malehood in her skilled fingers.

“Starting to enjoy this, are you?” The bovine’s sudden voice drew a startled wince from the tall and imposing wolftaur. “Good. Because I expect the same good behavior for what comes next.”

Heidrun levitated the bowl over to her hands so that her fingers sank into the poultice within. Thunderbane's features grew wry at the disgusting sight of whatever was in there, the mixture's consistency akin to animal fat as she worked it over the entire surface of her hands.

“On your feet. Back straight. It’s my knees that pay this price, so don’t make me linger here longer than I have to.”

The anticipation to be touched a second time bristled Thunderbane’s nape fur, a tension that wound through him and held him captive on the spot.

She reached out then, her hands slick with the poultice. First, she removed the cloth strap that had dulled his ache to irritating tingles. Then, the real test followed once she touched the tip of his cock. Thunderbane's entire body jolted at the contact, a shock of sensation that forced him to suck in a sharp breath.

“Haven’t you been masturbated before?” Heidrun scoffed, her fingertips spreading the ointment over his tip with careful dabs. “Pretend I’m doing that if it helps.”

It didn’t, but he had to give her credit for whatever she mixed into that bowl, for it eased the tingles creeping through his tip almost instantly.

Her fingers continued their glide over the length of his shaft, following the unique anatomy of a wolf's penis as she worked her to the bulbous semi spheres making up his knot. She traced every vein, every capillary, her touch a silent caress that bathed him in warm shivers. The sensation was intoxicating. It wasn’t pleasure, no, more like…blissful relief.

Heidrun's hands moved with a confidence that spoke of past experience, her touch sure and steady as she smeared the poultice over his cock. She took her sweet time with the knot, impressed by its sheer girth that bulged out of his sheath.

"Impressive," she huffed as fingers lingered over his knot, praising its girth with her touch.

Thunderbane’s breaths came out as shuddering sighs. Instinctive tautness seized his muscles even as the mixture aimed to instill the opposite. Her fascination with his knot was evident, her touch not only insistent, but reverent as she massaged the poultice into his most sensitive part of his malehood. Her fingers pressed and kneaded, working the mixture deep into him as she admired the persistent firmness of that specific feature of his anatomy.

A final pass followed to ensure that the poultice was evenly smeared and spread over his malehood. She took her time with the painstaking process, her movements slow and calculated to ensure that every part of his canine cock was covered. The sensation was both comforting and arousing to a degree, a warmth that did not hurt, but made Thunderbane feel whole once again.

Finally, she finished, her hands lingering on his cock for a strange little moment before pulling away.

“This should be it.” Her eyes met his, a look of satisfaction in her gaze as she wiped her hands clean on a little towel tucked under the bowl. “Your knot will start to shrink shortly, as will the rest of your cock. By the time we get to your accommodations, everything that Bayleigh did to you will be naught but a bad dream.”

The path they took upon led to a barn situated in a small clearing. Heidrun paused at the entrance, her eyes scanning the interior before turning back to him. "This will be your home for the next few weeks or so," she said, her voice calm yet commanding. "It is imperative that you recover, physically and spiritually. I won’t lose this chance just because you freeze at an inopportune moment when spells start flying about."

Her words sailed past Thunderbane’s ears. Exhaustion was a far more prominent enemy than some shapeless sorceress tucked away in some forgotten part of the land. Once inside, the wolftaur’s gaze followed hers, taking in the simple furnishings and the humble amenities. It was clear that the barn had been converted into a living space. Not the best he had been in, but a far better option than moss and leaves.

"Do not bother me with any requests," the bovine sorceress continued with. "Whatever you see around, you can use to your heart’s content. As for the poultice..." Her voice trailed off, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You will be expected to return the favor at a later time."

Thunderbane's heart clenched at her words. He owed her twice now. The thought of placing himself at the mercy of a sorceress was unsettling, but he understood, deep within his tired muscles and spent cock, that he had no choice. He was exhausted in every way possible, with no room to negotiate.

Silently, he nodded, his mind reeling at the implication behind her mysterious request. Her eyes lingered on him, assessing, evaluating, gauging his worth and his loyalty. It was a test, one that he could not afford to fail.

“Name it, and it shall be done,” he summoned enough of his faltering strength to address her on equal terms.

A simple smirk. That was all he got in terms of answers before Heidrun turned and left, her footsteps fading into the distance as she disappeared into the night.

As soon as Thunderbane shut the door to shelter himself from the outside world, his body gave way. Exhaustion overwhelmed him as he collapsed atop the first comfortable thing he found. Now that his cock had shrank and relaxed back into its sheath, all that the wolftaur had to do was close his eyes for blissful ignorance to flood him in a peaceful rush.

***End of chapter 2***

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