{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"nDLLER0n","title":"Revali Sex Slave","author":"raheem","words":10689,"posted_at":"2026-03-23T03:43:16.000Z","tags":["Legend Of Zelda","Lizalfos","Moblin","Revali","anal","gang-rape","rape","rito"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/nDLLER0n-revali-sex-slave","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/nDLLER0n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ac/71/ac71bb23-19e7-4670-96e8-d324d39cc5cc","description":"A combination of three stories.","content":"Revali Sex Slave   \nThey shouldn't have had this many monsters in assistance with the Lizalfos migration. My   \nconfidence is my pride and that will never waver, yet that gaggle of beasts saw through my plan   \nto ambush upon our watchtowers just outside the village. There was no chance I was going to let   \nthose filthy curs path round the spired rocks my people perch upon. I wouldn't let them get   \nwithin one mile. Even with the disappearances of so many of my soldiers; I knew with the   \nstrength of all those I'd trained by my unbreakable side that there was nothing they could throw   \nat us that would stagger our guard. I couldn't foresee the artillery they would mount in their   \nassault. Arrows tipped with bombs flung at the base of my tower long before our targets were in   \nrange, shattering the stability of five platforms in an instant. Immediately I spread out my wings   \nand kept myself afloat. Bow clutched in my talons as the anger seethed, eyes darting in any and   \nall directions I could face until I landed on the shadowed figure of a Lynal standing with that   \nugly blank face mocking me. I would have landed a shot right between his furrowed brow were it   \nnot for the sudden theft of my bow, snatched with the grotesque tongue of a Lizalfos from right   \nunder me. I turn just a second too late, the oversized critter leaping upon me like some wild   \nanimal with my prized bow in his grip. On reflex and with no time to dodge through the air, I   \nguard myself with my wing just as a sharp sudden pain shocks throughout my bicep and sends   \nme hurtling down into the hazy stench of battle. The earth strikes me, tumbling across its muddy   \nsurface as I desperately fight the inertia. Gasping, I raise my head and try to analyze the state of   \nmy surroundings only to find myself utterly ashamed. Everywhere I looked, my men were   \nknocked out or beaten. Manhandled and subdued with a few even shamefully kneeling in   \nsubmission. Were these men I'd rallied? Were these the soldiers I trained?! If my supervision   \nwasn't enough then they're nothing more than hopeless cowards! My bow snapped me from my   \nanger, however. Clattering just a few feet from my beak. I tensed and strained with a wing   \nreaching out. My bow was my strength; if I could just get a hold of it, just one more chance, then   \nI would punish these fiends for ever daring... \\*CRACK\\* It was unthinkable. Not even one   \nminute had passed between the theft of my bow and now, yet I'm forced to suffer the sight of its   \nbody mangled and snapped beyond repair under the hoof of that filthy beast! I look up in disgust,   \nthat ugly Lynal baring those dead eyes down at me like I'm some lesser being! If I had my   \nbow... My wings latch onto the grip that I suddenly find firmly wrapped around my throat, an   \nundignified squak leaping from my beak. I should have known it was a Moblin from that cloud   \nof filthy stink they carry everywhere. That degradation was not going to go unpunished. I kicked   \nand writhed in his grasp as he lifted me high like I was some kind of trophy. My clenched eyes   \nopened to a sight that had a cold sweat flooding the underside of my feathers. All my soldiers had   \nbeen completely devastated. Not a single one was still struggling, each and every one of them on   \ntheir knees or unconscious. But the shame struck when I noticed they were all staring at me. The   \nemotions all overwhelmed me at once. Never had anyone ever seen me in a moment of   \nweakness, I would never allow it! But now, I was in the grasp of this massive monster, trying and   \nfailing to break free in the clear open. Not a single thing I did made a difference. I was just as   \noverpowered as the rest of them. Their champion, Revali the champion. I felt as though my pride   \nitself was being actively desecrated. I tried to scream at them, demand they fight back! But   \ninstead the words became a jumbled mess in my beak, barely able to pass through the grip of that   \nmonster only to eventually spill from my mouth as a weak; \"S-stop staring...!\" Yet they looked   \non, those expressions of shame and shock burning into my mind. Eventually the Moblin   \nblindsighted me just as I was starting to loosen his grip, a blunt strike to the gut making my   \nwhole body fold up as I was suspended in the air. This humiliating expression on my face hung   \nas my beak opened wide, trying to take back the air pummeled from inside me. I was dropped,   \ndoubling over with loud unwelcome coughs echoing throughout the field. I got what I wanted,   \nyet there was nothing else I could do now I was out of his hold. Clutching my beak, I lifted my   \nhead and saw that bastard Lizalfos clutching one half of my broken bow. I reeled back as he   \nstarted to walk toward me, brandishing my own beloved weapon like it was nothing more than   \nsome impromptu bat. My eyes widened and my wing raised up instinctively to cower behind.   \nThe weapon struck my head regardless, leaving me too many seconds of reeling in the pain and   \nanguish before mercifully I succumbed. I was disgusted that they gloated over their victory   \nbefore finishing me off, but unbeknownst to me, they never planned to end it there. The aches I'd   \nsuffered still haunted me as I roused with a pained groan, jostled awake in the sway of someone's   \nhold. I opened my eyes with a sight to the ground, slung under the arm of whoever it was that   \nwas carrying me. It was so undignified, I thought. But then it all rushed back to me in a single   \nmoment. Panic seeped in with the realization of what exactly was happening to me. It was the   \ngrip of a worthless Lizalfos I found myself in, just two of them walking me to gods know where.   \nI pushed myself against the monster to free myself only to find I was completely bound up,   \nwings and talons tied together keeping me from lashing out. I pulled and writhed and rocked and   \nsquirmed as hard as possible, trying to tug at some imperfect knot these stupid beasts would've   \noverlooked. But no matter how much I writhed it simply wouldn't budge. I would've kept trying   \nas long as it took, were it not for some deeply disturbing sounds echoing from behind me. I   \nshould not have, but I quickly turned my attention toward those repeated squelching thumps and   \npained moans. It was a sight too ghastly for words, something I'd never once considered I'd be   \nforced to witness. It was one of my own men, held down by some ugly Lizalfos and forcibly bred   \nwith. I didn't even know what I was looking at for a long time as I was passing by, it couldn't   \nhave been real of course, this can't have been what they actually do to people. It was   \nunfathomable. The way he suddenly looked at me, eyes of weak despair quaking behind a wing   \nas he desperately reached out toward me, locking with my eyes, begging me to do something,   \nanything despite how clearly bound I was; it was like I was force fed some bitter pill that festered   \nin my stomach. My eyes glazed and drifted away from the sight, I struggled to consider that the   \nsame was going to befall me, and each time I did my mind blanked. I had to snap myself out of   \nit, I felt with an encroaching panic. They cannot do this to me! I've slain dozens of monsters   \ndouble the size of these filthy lizard freaks! Not a chance under the blood moon they'll treat me   \nlike some kind of perverted toy to play with. Not me! Yet still I was bound. Yet still they hoisted   \nme off into their den. As the shade covered us, I looked to the sky and saw as it was pulled   \nfurther and further away. All of a sudden; time was moving all too fast. They unceremoniously   \nthumped me onto the ground. Even as the grip of his arm slid from me I was still completely   \npowerless in those binds. The rough chafes beneath the stiff rope only seemed to emphasize the   \nvanity of my struggles. I was lifted and shoved into a thick post before getting forced onto my   \nknees; a position I'd sworn off ever taking. One beast binding my bonds to the post. I continued   \nstruggling, waiting for the moment the transition would lead to a moment I could slip out. But   \nthe next thing I   \nknew, those two thuggish feral monsters bore their beady little eyes down on me after affixing   \nme to this simple post. No more could I rely on the error of sentiance, not that these things even   \ncounted. I should have been making headway, I should have broken free long before it got to this   \npoint. For a moment they left me and in that moment I took every chance I could, writhing and   \ntugging, pulling as hard as I damn could no matter how much it dug into my wings. I didn't even   \ncare to stay quiet, hollering and squawking in the most humiliating ways imaginable for the faint   \nhope I could break the rope, or the post. Break my wings! I don't care! Just get me out of this! In   \nthe haste of my struggles, I was suddenly blindsighted by one of those lizards having returned   \nbehind my clenched eyes. He reached for me as I recoiled, his claws digging into my skull and   \nyanking me forward. I was already infuriated with this treatment, but then his bright pink,   \nthrobbing length invaded my vision. I didn't want to look at it, I didn't want to believe he was   \nactually going to get this chance. To desecrate me with that stinking length. I had a few more   \nmoments left, if I could just break free... A terrible wash of shame punctuated the eventual   \ncontact that filthy member forced against my face. On instinct I pulled away, of course. But with   \nhis grip on my skull I could barely shift an inch, quivering and straining to pull away like i was   \nsome weakling between the grip of his claw and that nasty schlong. It's residual slime sunk into   \nmy facial feathers with the stain of that disgusting musk. He gloated for a good few moments,   \ncoating my face in that wet stench. Treating a great warrior like me as property to be marked,   \nhe's a fool to shame me like this and I will make sure he knows it. Eventually he pulled it back   \noff my face, letting it hang there as if he expected some kind of treatment from me...just before   \nhe slapped me. Smacked me against the beak. I didn't care if it was on purpose or if this beast   \ncan't control his own filthy member, that kind of humiliation won't result in just a quick death   \nonce I'm out of here...I looked up and tried to convey that to him with the sharpness of my   \ngaze...but it just slapped me again, my beak falling open for just a single moment of   \nvulnerability. Then in an instant it was inside me. My throat instantly seized up in shock right as   \nhe started grinding the tip into the back of my mouth. No matter how much I gagged, trying so   \nmuch to resist it from puncturing my esophagus he just kept on pushing. He had to stop, my eyes   \nopened wide and rolled up as my whole body quaked. It was like that tension I felt coming this   \nfar only just registered now that my mouth was starting to get violated. Despite how much my   \nthroat was seizing, he still fed inch upon inch down my gullet as his grasp on my head prevented   \nme from pulling away. He finally reached the end, his grip keeping me still, as still as he could   \nwith my entire body twitching and convulsing. It was my worst nightmare, a nightmare I'd not   \neven considered for even one moment in my darkest hour. I hate to call it a mercy, but i felt a   \nshameful wash of relief as he pulled my head back from the shaft I'd been speared on. It was   \nshort lived however as he forced it back down all over again. I re-lived the pain and the shame on   \nsome kind of hellish cycle. My throat eased over time, but that only added to that horrible   \nsensation I was trapped in. I hated the feeling of my gagging throat being invaded by this hideous   \ncreature, but I hated even more how my body slackened its resistance. I wasn't ready to give up,   \nnot ever. Yet somehow I was allowing this disgusting member to pump even faster into my sore,   \nslack esophagus. It only got worse, his other claw clutching the back of my head before he forced   \nme to bob and pump my own head for him. He was forcing me to feel as though I   \nwas getting him off myself. Willingly sucking off this monster. I didn't think it would get any   \nworse than being beaten on the battlefield... There was another thought I was neglecting as he   \nviolated my mouth. I reeled when it suddenly washed over me like a veil of malice itself. He's   \ngoing to orgasm. That slime is going to slide down my throat like the most bitter of poison, one   \nthat would forever taint the pride I've protected so deeply all my life. My eyes opened and I   \nstarted to make these awful panicked whimpers. My gaze darting and flicking before a shudder   \nmade them roll up into my skull. If I was going to get out, it needed to be right now... It   \noverwhelmed me like a rushing tsunami crashing over a panicked city. I didn't know what it was,   \nif what I felt was exactly what I feared. But that repugnant taste, it was exactly as horribly bitter   \nas I thought it was. The feeling of gagging over that long invasive cock as that thick slimy cum   \noozed out of my beak hanging wide open was far too much to handle. I knocked and punched   \nagainst the posts as every overwhelming emotion imaginable beat down on my psyche, needing   \nsome release and taking everything I could get. It lasted for so long, I couldn't breathe for well   \nover half of it. Slatherings of cum poured over my chest and down my mouth. I don't know if I   \nswallowed any of it, I didn't dare to think I did. I needed a victory, please give me this I begged.   \nIt felt so off when he pulled out. I was coughing up splatters of his cum all over the ground,   \nwheezing desperately after so long without a breath of air. He just made me suffer the deepest   \nhumiliation of my life, yet yanked his shaft from me without a moment of consideration. He   \ndidn't act like he just violated the greatest warrior this land has to give, I was just another hole to   \nhim. As it turns out, this wasn't the outlier I'd considered and deeply hoped it was. Immediately I   \nwas assaulted again by some other Lizalfos waiting for his partner to clear out. He was even   \nharder, this clear precum beading on the end of his vile shaft. Clearly he was watching, that much   \nwas evident by his raging arousal. It was so sudden. He plunged his cock hard inside my aching   \nthroat and already started his violation. My eyes flung open wider, the despair must have been   \nevident deep within them beyond the squeaks and whimpers I was forced to eek out. The sick   \nmonster must have liked that, I could feel him twitching in my throat as he got rougher and   \nrougher and rougher, my resistance meaningless in the face of pure malice. Everything blurred,   \nmy vision was fading...darkness enveloping my senses...his orgasm erupted within this miasma   \nof misery, more cum stuffing my airways with as much being dislodged by my violent coughs as   \nI could while he stayed inside me...but it wasn't enough. I couldn't breathe...my thoughts grew   \nhazed over along with everything else. Nothing existed but the feeling of that monster continuing   \nto pump me like his toy, until even that faded from consciousness as one final...mercy... I didn't   \nthink any time had passed at all. My gaze started to rise once again, weak from abuse. There was   \nstill a pumping shaft forced into my throat though there was no claws digging into my skull.   \nWhen I tried to move, i only got a pain pulling against my tassles. They must have tied them to   \nthe post, suspending my head for them to keep pounding even after I'd passed out...so...sick.   \nThe sun had all but faded from the outside. I coughed and spluttered but it made no difference. I   \ncouldn't resist, couldn't fight. There were so many more to come, so many behind him as he   \nswabbed my throat. I was fading out again. Going dark... I was jolted awake the moment I was   \ndumped onto the rough floor, falling into this mess of spunk and slime. They'd untied me from   \nthe post, this was the chance I was waiting for. But I couldn't move...could barely think. They   \nhoisted me up and started to drag me out into the open. I couldn't see, no strength left.   \nEventually, I felt myself topple over. Thrown haphazardly into some small space. I look back,   \nthis small cage firmly slammed shut with a Lizalfos separated from me between the gate. I   \nlooked away in shame and attempted a deep breath...but something caught in my throat. I started   \nconvulsing and writhing as my body pulsed and violently rocked, clutching at my beak with eyes   \nwide open just before I hucked up a spew of thick slimy cum that'd been clogging my throat. I   \nstared at the pile I just coughed up as everything all at once struck me. I was just violated, more   \nthan I ever thought I could be. Some corruptive monsters just tied me up and did nothing but   \nspew their filth down my throat one after another. I couldn't bare thinking of it, of how I let it   \ncome to this...but a sharp chipping noise drew my attention away to the outside just on the other   \nend of those bars. One of those things just marked something on a wood sheet, a single line. If it   \nwas a tally, what did that mean? Just what was he implying?! I crawled to the bars and snarled at   \nhim from inside the cage, his tiny little eye pointing right toward me just before he suddenly   \njerked his whole body right up to the cage and peered inside. I recoiled like a coward, unable to   \nhold back after what they did to me. He made that...chirp as he stared me down. I know a taunt   \nwhen I see one...he gave me no more time before he dismissed himself from me, walking away   \nto whatever bed of filth these things lay themselves in. I was alone...trapped. I tried the gate, but   \nI was still so weak...I couldn't budge it. I would not be trapped here one more day, that I swore.   \nMy legs were bound but I could just barely reach my beak down, just far enough to snip my way   \nthrough those ropes. Freeing my legs as best I could, I was prepared...tomorrow will be   \ndifferent, I swear it. They will regret ever even considering the unforgivable actions they've   \ncommitted themselves to. Whether i'd shaken my shame and managed to get a wink of sleep was   \nirrelevant. So many sleepless hours had passed wallowing in humiliation that, for all I know, I   \ndidn't reach one second of rest. When I eventually decided i'd had enough and roused from my   \nfetal curl, I felt weaker than I ever had before. No amount of intensive training ever left me this   \nsore and brittle. My eyes barely open, my head throbbing in pain as my throat chafed against   \nitself. It was day. Mid day. The monsters roamed back and forth throughout the small camp,   \nbeyond the gaps in this flimsy cage. They swap jobs and chirp at each other like they're trying to   \nlook civilized. The very notion these feral beasts believe themselves to be of any higher   \nintelligence then the creatures they resemble sickened me. I knew I could break out if I tried, the   \nthin twigs they fashioned aside flimsy metal twisted together easily undone and snapped with my   \ntalons I was sure. But I knew that staging a breakout in the peak of day was idiotic. I would wait   \nfor nightfall...silently escape and then return to enact my revenge... Hours seemed to pass. I   \ncould hear more of my men being forced on throughout the day. Most of which I recognised...It   \nwas torturous having to listen hour after hour; screams and wails silenced by the gag of what I   \ncould only dread to think. I'd outright refuse, but the wet squelchy hacking that soon followed   \ndidn't allow me. When my strength would return, I would kill every last monster here...and   \nevery blood moon I would return and enact my wrath against them all over again. The thought   \nwas a heavenly ray beaming on my battered body. But somehow, I wasn't getting any better. I   \nwas still so weak...so tired...so sore...I needed a real rest. Yes, I must purge my thoughts and   \nsleep until nightfall. I must be...ready... I was completely caught off guard when it happened. So   \nthoroughly deep in sleep that my body refused to fight back before my legs were grabbed and I   \nwas dragged out of the cage by some brute. I looked up to find a tall red Moblin dragging me   \nthrough the camp in the dead of night. I tried to struggle but he'd clutched his filthy paw around   \nmy ankles leaving me with nothing but a pair of bound wings. I cursed my terrible fortune.   \nEventually I was pulled into the shelter of a huge skull, the same one they'd violated me within   \njust a day ago. Passing by a large black Moblin standing by the entrance, he turned his gaze   \ndown to me and made a dismissive snort as I was pulled away deep into the cave. The first thing   \nthat hit me was that repugnant stench of monster trapped in the hollow structure, a mix of   \nmasculine musk barely leaking out the narrow entrance ways leaving most of it to marinade the   \noccupants in a stew of filth. There was a cacophony of grunts and chirps echoing between half a   \ndozen monsters watching me be dragged in from the outside. To my dismay, I was brought right   \nto the middle of their predatory gazes. Into a clearing illuminated by a single fire lamp. The   \nMoblin carrying me pulled me up suddenly, dangling me upside down as his blunt claws grip   \nhard into the back of my head. He dropped my legs down to the ground and grabbed me by the   \nwings tied behind my back. I was collapsed onto my knees and forced to bend over in the worst   \nway imaginable. That dirty beast kneeling behind me in a most uncomfortable position. I wasn't   \nable to look back no matter how hard I tried, my eyes failing to focus on his position as he kept   \nmy head locked in place. That attention was broken the moment that sickeningly familiar slimey   \nshaft prodded my beak. I had to stifle an expression of exasperated fear the moment my eyes   \nlanded upon it, steeling my nerves against the trauma they'd inflicted on me just the night before.   \nIt hung there as though I was expected to present my open beak like some kind of trained pet.   \nInstead my eyes darted around the space, trying to avoid painful eye contact with any of the   \nmonsters in audience to my humiliation as I manage to peek down by my left talon...a stray   \narrow right beside the Moblin's leg...If I could just reach my foot down...get a decent grasp on it   \nthen...maybe... All too suddenly the Lizalfos whisked it away with that grotesque tongue. My   \neye widening in in a state of shock and panic as I lose sight of it in that instance. In a moment,   \nthat very same arrow is lowered into view as if to extinguish the hope it could've sparked. I   \nheard some kind of chirp flutter from his maw quickly followed by this stinging pain across my   \nrear. My beak flung open preceding a gasp I failed to suppress. My punishment was obvious as it   \nhad been the day before...that long filthy shaft invasive probing my gullet and beating against   \nthe resistances my throat was still seizing. The Moblin harshly twisted my head and started   \nrocking me back and forth along that twitching cock as my eyes clenched shut, enduring the   \nshame. He kept me pumping up and down vigorously with the strength of an Ox, that slithering   \ncock snaking down my throat. They were double teaming me, wearing away at my defenses   \nquickly. Forcing my airways to adapt lest the pain get unbearable. I found my throat opening up   \nfor him, left with seemingly no choice anymore but to let my body be desecrated among these   \nferal beasts. I couldn't help but start gagging out loud the moment cum spewed into me, those   \nundignified sounds spilling out of me like the buckets of slime these monsters constantly pumped   \ndown my throat. With the exit of his softening cock, I finally managed another full breath of air   \nmarred with the splatters of cum oozing out of my mouth. I quivered in shame with the   \ncacophony of monsters surrounding me driving that sense into my head. A slab of heat unfurling   \nagainst my back drove all other senses away however...something thick and wet trailed down my   \nback and that mass of meat throbbed and pulsed against my rear. Not this...this is too much, I   \nbegged. Preyed. But no deity seemed to care. I was pulled up suddenly, arm locking my head   \nagainst the collar of this beast. His viscous tongue trailed against my face, drooling over my   \nchest and down my legs where his huge shaft began rising between them. It lifted as high as my   \ngut before finally ending, throbbing and twitching in full view of every monster that surrounded   \nus. He was threatening to break me right here...in front of everything. By the time they'd   \nprepared me for use, My wings had been cut loose and rebound to the hanging light dangling   \nfrom the ceiling. My legs were left loose to fold and writhe, trying my best to cover as much as I   \ncan as they all stared at me. I struggled and pulled on the light but nothing would budge no   \nmatter the strength I put behind my writhes. All the while they watched and groaned, growled   \nand chirped. Those sounds enough to mock me at this point. The only thing they didn't do was   \ngag me... That beast lumbered up to me from behind and smeared my back in his wet oozing   \nhead, marking that thick precum deep into my back as I struggled to writhe away. He grabbed   \naround my waist and I felt that filthy head slide down my back and between my tailfeathers,   \ngrinding underneath. My eyes went wide and I tried whatever I could to pull away. His spongy   \nhead leaking slime right up against my clenched hole. I could feel each warm drip coating the   \nunderside of my tail. My eyes were wide open and darting over everything, panic seeping deep   \ninto my mind as the pressure began to build more and more. \"N-no, no!\" I blurted out upon deaf   \nears...the grip around my waist tightening the more I struggled. I couldn't fathom it any longer,   \nevery proud bone of my psyche shattered as bravery abandoned me. I started making degrading   \nwhimpers and panicked stutters. I no longer cared about my position as a proud champion; I   \nwould do anything to end this before he... \\*pop\\* The pain was even more searing than I had   \nenvisioned, stretched out around that filthy behemoth trunk as it sunk into me. The scream I let   \nloose was sharp and jagged as my whole body writhed and reared, rocking and pulling on my   \nrestraints as I try to shake his grip from me to no use. He crammed what must have been most of   \nthat monster so deep into my guts I thought I would've fainted. Yet still with each moment he   \nseemed to slide deeper and deeper. More and more cock feeding into my exposed rectum. He   \nstarted pumping eventually, viciously beating my insides into the shape of his disgusting cock,   \npain pulsing down my legs and through my stomach with each and every deliberate thrust. His   \ngrunting filled my ears with the grip he had on my hips digging in deeper, the monsters watching   \nus snorting amongst their senseless chatter as they stroke their disgusting cocks. Getting off as I   \nget ruined in each and every sense. It didn't take as long as it should've before I felt something   \nthat sent a cold sweat smattering over my shoulders and down my spine...my wet, drooling slit   \nwas starting to open up. I felt even more powerless, whining in despair at the sight of my own   \ncock starting to poke forward and stiffen. I tried to cover myself with my own thighs but the evil   \nmonster using me had other plans, grabbing my thighs and spreading me out in the open, putting   \nme and my unwanted stiffy on full display for every mocking gaze peering down at me.   \n\"Eenough...!\" I begged between whining like a small weak creature. My thighs quivered and   \nshook as my hole only seemed to slacken with each passing moment. The Moblin forced himself   \nso deep my stomach bulged, his hips beating against mine with copious dollops of slimy precum   \nspilling down my thighs. There was an intense pressure building in me, pulsing in the tip of my   \ncock as if it had been forced out by the huge Moblin's cock throbbing inside me...I couldn't bare   \nto think what was about to happen, but I was powerless to stop it. Especially as that first drop of   \ncum was squeezed out of me... \"Ah hah! N-no. Not like this...!\" I begged. But it built more and   \nmore, cum oozing to a stream until my whole body convulsed. The orgasm rocked me to my   \ncore, cum squirting out of my stiff cock all over the clearing in clear, unbroken view of each and   \nevery monster privy to my humiliation. It was all so overwhelming with every conflicting feeling   \namalgamating into a horrific internal mess. In that instant more than ever, it felt like it was   \nover...that I'd finally lost. My head dropped and I let out weak moans each and every pound that   \nbeast continued to pound into me... The swell in my stomach sickened me as his grunts   \noverwhelmed my ears. The monstrous Moblin finally reached his orgasm and came inside me.   \nMy insides were on fire, smothered in the oil pumping out of his shaft. My insides were stretched   \nout and soiled with his filth. Forever staining my guts an off white like the corruption he was   \nborn from was sinking into my body from the inside. My legs quaked and clenched when he   \neventually slid that long shaft out of my ruined body. My hole hung wide open with the sound of   \nthick cum draining out onto the floor. Everything I've ever held dear, my reputation, my pride,   \nmy skill. It was all dashed into dust in two long days. These monsters emptied me and filled me   \nwith their own corruptive sludge. There was nothing to do but gasp and expel the filth they've   \nstuffed inside me before I'm past the point of my own mental recovery... Then the next stepped   \nin behind me. I gasped loud and writhed hard the second he sunk his dirty nails into my hips.   \n\"No more...! M-mercy...!\" I weakly begged to no avail...he slid inside me without a moment of   \nhesitation or consideration. I was forced to relive it all over as if the first time never even   \nhappened. Like a nightmare had just come to life... Hours passed. I was used again and again   \nlike I was their toy. I thought that it was never going to end, like I truly had been killed in that   \nbattle and now I was trapped in some sick purgatory of my own personal hell...used by   \nmonsters. By the time the dawn broke and the end came; my tailhole was gaped raw and oozed a   \nconstant stream of their thick cum into the pool under me... I was cut down suddenly, falling into   \nthe mess piling up on the ground around me. In a haze I felt being hoisted up and carried off. I   \nwasn't even struggling anymore while I was slung over the shoulder of whatever carried me. I   \nwas flung back into the cage I'd spent the entirety of the last day inside. Slammed against the   \nback of the cage I tried to right myself only for my legs to buckle and for me to fall. Cum   \nendlessly poured out of me, my panting getting higher as a sudden surge fountained from my   \ngaping hole, leaving a mess I had to lay in. I tilt my head and watch as another mark is added   \nonto the tally. Day 2...that's all I've been through. I let out an uncomfortable groan and sunk into   \nthe mess monsters stuffed inside me. It's not over...I will not let it end like this. I will not...I   \ncan't... Day 3: They grouped a lot of the other Rito together and put us all in a row, bringing up   \none after another to be bent over this post and ruined in front of everyone...one of them tried to   \nrun but he didn't get far, pounced on by some dirty Lizalfos and used. Kicking and screaming   \nwhile being pounded into submission right in front of us. After all that, they forced me to my feet   \nand made me stand in front of everyone...the look on their faces. Of course they knew who I   \nwas. I wanted to say something to rally them, but I was already bent over and penetrated before I   \ngot the chance. They all just watched as I was railed. The shame of my unwanted erection poking   \nforward as they all stared was unbearable. Yet, even after I was seeded, they made two more   \nmonsters use me one after the other...they must have known of my status amongst my people...   \nDay 5: I struggled against my restraints as this Moblin threatened to penetrate me, trying as hard   \nas I ever would to break through a kink in their bindings. He must have had enough because he   \nsuddenly released me just like that. Cut my bindings down. But it was just another way to mock   \nme. He stood over me with his arms out, begging me to start fighting back if I really thought I   \ncould...I tried to use the opportunity to flee out of the cave but more of those monsters blocked   \nme off. So I stood my ground and used the opportunity I'd wished for...I flew over him and   \ndove, swiping my talons against his face. He would regret ever testing me! But I couldn't land a   \nstrike on him before he grabbed my talon and struck me down to the ground. I tried to roll back   \naway but I landed in the arms of one of those other monsters...immediately he shoved me back   \ninto the Moblin. Landing squarely against his chest. He grabbed my wings, twisting them into a   \npainful lock behind my head before he slammed his fist into my gut and forced me onto my   \nknees. He shoved me down onto the ground and straddled his weight on my chest, that stinking   \nbulge grinding against my beak, smearing that musk into me until I was forced to gasp. His   \nmassive cock stretched out my throat as I panicked and reached out, trying to grab something I   \ncan use to knock him off...but I couldn't...slowly choking on his dick in defeat... Day 8: Their   \nleader returned today...immediately I was taken to see him. I was shoved to my knees in front of   \na massive Silver Moblin sat on a throne of cloth and wood. I didn't even bother looking at him   \nuntil the Lizalfos angrily chirped and grabbed my head, forcing me to stare this behemoth down.   \nHis legs were spread wide open with a throbbing bulge filling out the loose loincloth he'd had   \nwrapped around his waist. He stood up and took hold of my head before dismissing his men. He   \nturned and dragged me up to his throne before a violent pull sent me face first into the bulge of   \nhis loins. I gasped with his stained cloth smearing into my face, quickly pulled aside as his cock   \nslowly started to rise in front of me. He laid back motionless as he stared down, my head buried   \nin the pit between his hanging balls and throbbing cock. With a flick of his tongue, he mimed my   \npurpose. I growled in disgust, of course. That earned me a painful slap to my back. In the end I   \ndid exactly what I was told...cleaning off this monster's filthy junk with nothing but my   \ntongue...I can still taste him just as strongly as ever... Day 10: After spending two days tending   \nto the leader, he eventually let the other monsters have their way with me once again. There was   \na massive conglomeration of monsters from all over, Lizalfos and Moblins and Bokoblins all   \ncame together in front of a raging fire with me alone to entertain. I was tossed and pulled   \nbetween so many at once, pounded one end and choked the other one after the other in an   \nunending cycle all through the night, Bokoblins mostly just delighted in cumming all over me,   \nsmearing their filth into my feathers as the bigger monsters gaped me out. I was so numb half   \nway through the night that I couldn't even bother resisting. I resigned to letting them rail   \nme...sucking off their cocks... Day 13: They'll be here any moment...I m-must defy it somehow.   \nCan't let them know they've won...wh-what did I just...? What is wrong with me? They're   \nopening the cage...coaxing me out. My eyes are open but nothing is in focus. My beak is open   \nand assaulted with cock before I even consider anything else. He's coming from behind...just one   \nmore second and I'll pull away, just one more moment and I'll resist. Endure sucking   \nhis...cock...one more time. Can't let them know...they've won...   \nRevali woke to a wet, sticky slap on his cheek. The Rito warrior blinked awake, aromatic   \nmonster cum staining his feathers and making some of them stick to his skin. His whole body   \nwas sore-his beak and throat ached from deepthroating, his ass throbbed as it leaked monster   \ncum, and his joints and limbs felt painfully stiff as he was kept in tight bondage.   \n  \nThis can't be happening to me, he thought miserably as he woke from one nightmare into another.   \nNot me. I'm champion of my people. The greatest...   \n  \nAs his watery vision coalesced, he saw one of his captors, those ugly reptilian lizalfos, looming   \nover him. The humanoid lizards had hunched bodies ending in long, chameleon-like tails that   \ncurled like a whip. Their faces, bedecked with a fierce horn, were set in with a pair of overlarge   \neyes that swiveled in their sockets.   \n  \nThe lizalfos waking Revali was fully erect, both of his ridged, grooved hemipenes emerging from   \nhis genital slit. He insistently slapped both of them at the side of Revali's face again, making it   \nobvious what he wanted.   \n  \nFuck. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Falling prey to dumb monsters... used   \nfor their pleasure... that was something that happened to simpletons. Those oafish Gorons,   \nmaybe, or farmworking Hylians. It didn't happen to proud Rito warriors, and certainly not to a   \nchampion of Revali's stature.   \n  \n\"Go... to hell...\" he spat with as much force and verve as he could muster. He tried to turn away   \nbut accomplished nothing; his wings were bound over his head, each securely lashed to a thick   \nwooden post, and a heavy iron spreader bar hooked onto his legs. He was dangling like a recent   \ncatch, providing access to either end.   \n  \nHis scalebound captor was unimpressed, and Revali got the sense he wouldn't care even if he   \ncould understand the common tongue. The lizalfos forced his cocks at Revali again and the Rito   \ntried to bite him.   \n  \nThe lizalfos easily avoided Revali's movement and chittered angrily. Stalking away, he returned   \nwith a metal harness that looked like a cross between a muzzle and a ring gag. The lizalfos   \nweren't like the bokoblins and their ilk, crudely making things of bone; they were metallurgists   \nand could craft deceptively intricate works.   \n  \nRevali tossed his head to avoid having the lizalfos put the gag on him but it only bought him a   \nfew seconds. The hard, unyielding ring of metal forced itself into his beak. \"No-you filth-   \ndon't-gllrk-\"   \n  \nThe champion's words died in an indignant gurgle as the ring-gag slipped in. The lizalfos   \nstrapped it tight around his head; despite the fact that he'd endured this a lot over the past few   \ndays, Revali still winced from the discomfort, closing one eye as the other glared impotently at   \nhis captor. When the gag was securely in place, the lizalfos nodded in satisfaction, then hefted his   \ncocks again. They were long and narrow, with ridges and bumps that played merry hell on   \nRevali's sore, sensitive throat. Whimpering, he tried to toss his head one way and then another,   \nbut the lizard lazily grabbed the feathers atop his head and pulled his head forward to the waiting   \ncocks.   \n  \nGods, no... please... Revali thought desperately. Not again, I...   \n  \n\"Ggllkk-mnngglllrrkk-\"   \n  \nThe lizalfos shoved intside, his ridged cock slipping past the smooth mental ring and pressing   \ninto Revali's mouth. Tears budded at the corner of the Rito's eyes-not only from the discomfort   \nof being yanked and face-fucked, but from the sheer humiliation of it. He was the greatest archer   \nalive; the fastest flier, the pride of his people and he...   \n  \nHe couldn't stop this...   \n  \nWith a snicker of delight, the lizalfos began energetically rawing Revali's throat. The monster   \nhad no desire to make it easy on his prey; as far as the lizalfos were concerned, Revali existed for   \nthem to enjoy themselves. Anything else was immaterial. The rigid monster cock slammed past   \nthe roof of Revali's mouth, the nubs and bumps ravaging the inside of his maw. The monster   \ncock pressed insistently, demandingly, against Revali's throat. It was a hard, painful pressure;   \nduring his days of captivity, the Rito warrior had not yet learned how to train himself to ease his   \nthroat in such a way to allow them to deepthroat him. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he wanted to   \nlearn such a 'skill'-it would be like admitting defeat. But either way, the result was the same.   \n  \n\"Mmmmffffppphhh!\" Revali released a muffled moan, wincing, as the lizalfos's hemipene forced   \nits way in. His throat bulged around the invading member and, inadvertently, he swallowed in an   \nattempt to disgorge it.   \n  \nThis, of course, was ill-advised. The cock couldn't be expelled so easily, and all Revali's gulping   \nand swallowing did was clash his sensitive throat even more against the unyielding dick in his   \nmouth, bringing even more tears to his eyes. The lizalfos's tail unfurled and then snapped back, a   \nclear display of pleasure. It was like he was rewarding this ugly beast!   \n  \nDigging his scaly claws into Revali's head-feathers, the lizalfos bucked in harder, and harder still.   \nHe moved at a ferocious pace that left Revali rattling the chains and spreader bar that kept him   \nhelplesss. The Rito warrior heaved for breath through his nose and was scarcely able to keep up.   \nHis whole body felt heavy with exhaustion. Other than ceaseless sex and occasionally   \nforcefeeding him greasy gruel or mouthfuls of water, the lizalfos hadn't done much to Revali-  \nyet being stuck in one place and forced to take their cocks day in and day out was more than was   \nbeyond exhausting. His body ached; he just wanted to curl up on a bed and rest. He just wanted   \nto go one day without having his beak or his ass ravaged.   \n  \nBut it wasn't to be. The lizalfos continued fucking him, his pace like a wild drumbeat. The   \nbeast's cock would grind against the roof of Revali's mouth, push past the tender, sore gateway   \nof this throat, then plumb as deep as it could go, stretching him wide all the way-Revali would   \ninadvertently swallow and bring more discomfort to himself and pleasure to his assailant. Then   \nthe beast would hike back, and press forward again-and again-   \n  \nGods, it was humiliating.   \n  \nAs Revali kept getting fucked, his body was jolted back and forth at the lizalfos's pace. He could   \nfeel a wet slosh in his stomach; they mostly fed him liquids, like gruel, but that pales in   \ncomparison to the cum. Between dumping it down his throat and dumping it in his ass, he'd been   \npumped fuller than his body could even manage. He felt wet and bloated. Could he even fly like   \nthis?   \n  \nAs the lizalfos approached orgasm, his movements got jerky. The hemipene would slap strange   \nangles in Revali's mouth; from the corner of his eye, the penis's counterpart would lunge in his   \nfield of vision, paying testament to what its other one was doing. Heaving and groaning, Revali   \ncould do nothing but take it.   \n  \nAnd then, despite heaving for breath, his lungs burned and he started to feel dizzy...   \n  \n---   \n  \n\"Pfah! This so-called champion of Hyrule is nothing special.\" Revali glanced down at the   \nswordsman Link, swinging his blade in a high arc. Onlooking Rito were watching him in awe,   \nwith Princess Zelda and some of the other champions standing nearby. \"Any lout can swing a   \nblade with enough practice. I command the air itself! Should't I therefore be in charge of   \npreparing for the Calamity?   \n  \nNear his heel, the champion Urbosa scoffed. She alone had joined Revali high in Rito Village, the   \npair of them looking off a wooden platform to the spectacle below.   \n  \n\"That ego of yours is going to be the death of you one day,\" she said bitingly. \"All of us   \nchampions are talented. Perhaps what the princess was looking for was not talent, but humility.\"   \nOne of Revali's talons scraped against the wooden landing. \"Oh, humility!\" he said with faux   \ndeference. \"My apologies, great chief of the Gerudo. True, war and destruction might be facing   \nour land, but how silly of me to not remember to have the right tone.\"   \n  \nUrbosa shook her head, looking as she might about a sullen child. \"You are being willfully   \nobstinate and know it,\" she said. \"You already command the great Medoh and have a position of   \nhigh prestige. What more could you ask for?\"   \n  \n\"To not take orders from a half-mute lapdog,\" Revali muttered, glaring down. How dare the   \nRito-his people-show favor to this... this brazen outsider! \"Whoever the greatest warrior is   \nshould be the leader. I could rout a whole enemy camp with ease.\"   \n  \nUrbosa laughed in that aggravatingly maternalistic way that seemed natural to mature Gerudo.   \n\"Oh, 'could' you say? So you haven't done so yet?\"   \n  \nRevali bristled at her tone. \"Well, have you?\"   \n  \n\"No,\" she purred, \"but Link has. So perhaps the best warrior is leading us.\"   \n  \nHer gentle mockery needled him all through the night, through the celebratory banquet; it kept   \nhim up in the dark.   \n  \nDamn it all, he could rout an enemy camp if he wanted to. So why shouldn't he? Why not?   \n  \nAngrily, in the dead of night, Revali rose and readied his bow. There was a sizable horde of   \nlizalfos menacing trade down near Satori Mountain, wasn't there? He could prove that he was   \nright.   \n  \nHe'd show them all!   \n  \nHe was able to fly straight south, bypassing the silly roads that Hylians and other groundbound   \nraces had to confine themselves to. Was he supposed to think that someone who couldn't even fly   \nwas better than him? No. Impossible. Flight was everything in this world-it's why Revali was   \nbetter than the Hylians, and better than these lizalfos too.   \n  \nHe saw their camp as a flicker of faint firelight in a thick forest that abutted a marsh not far from   \nthe trail. Perhaps Link or Mipha might have urged caution, but he had flight on his side. What   \nwas there to worry about?   \n  \nRevali rained arrows from the mantle above, peppering the lizalfos with a piercing hail. The   \nbeasts scattered this way and that, each of them trying to avoid the assault. Some of them   \nreturned fire, their arrows whistling through the air. Revali was able to dodge their assaults; he   \nhad to admit, they were firing better in the dark than he expected. Were they nocturnal? Well, no   \nmatter. Even if they had him at a disadvantage, he was still a champion.   \n  \n\"Come on, you brutes!\" he taunted, plugging a lizalfos in the forehead with an arrow. \"I'll show   \nyou who's best!\"   \n  \nThe lizalfos rallied and started throwing spears and even shooting shock arrows at him. The   \ntempest of counterfire would have overwhelmed a lesser warrior, but triumph burned in Revali's   \nbreast. He had this.   \n  \nOne of the lizalfos grabbed what looked like a hooked metal sword and chucked it at him. It   \nwhipped through the air and soared harmlessly past.   \n  \nRevali scoffed. \"Is that the best you've got?\" he demanded.   \n  \nThat's when the boomerang-for what else could it be?-smacked him in the base of his neck.   \nStunned, the bird fell earthward, splayed in a bush. Immediately the lizalfos peppered him with   \nshock arrows, the electricity leaving him even more helpless, and more of their kind rushed him.   \nThey ripped his bow from his paralyzed winds and dashed it into pieces, and as Revali's eyes   \nwidened in disbelief, they grappled their paws all over him.   \n  \nHe assumed they would kill him, and in the end, he probably wished they had.   \n  \nTaking their captive in hand, the lizard monsters ripped his clothes from him, leaving him bare   \nand helpless. As they angrily-and triumphantly-surrounded him, hemipenes started to unfurl   \nfrom genital slits. Revali's eyes widened as he realized what they obviously had in store for him.   \n  \n\"N-no,\" he choked desperately. One of the lizalfos yanked his tailfeathers up, exposing his tight   \nass, and then there was a pressure at his rear.   \n  \n\"W-wait, no-YYAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!\"   \n  \nAnd Revali's voice broke as they took him through the night.   \n  \n---   \n  \nThe once-proud Rito warrior was fucked awake. He groaned out of slumber, reliving his first   \nawful night of capture. He'd been too weak and paralyzed to resist, and when they had finally   \ntired of him, they'd clapped him in cords and chains and turned him into their little fuckthing.   \n  \nHow long had it been since then? Only a week or so, right? It had to be. Yet, in some ways, it felt   \nfar longer...   \n  \nThe thick press of lizard cock against his rectum made him grimace; a moan rolled out of his   \nbeak despite it. The ring-gag was still fitted into him and the salty tang of monster cum bubbled   \nagainst his tongue; it was clear that they'd fucked him through his delirium.   \n  \n(But of course they had. Why would they want to give him a break?)   \n  \nHis body felt like jelly and his ass and mouth were caked with cum. As the monster ravaging his   \nass continued having his way with him, Revali lurched forward and his stomach churned, audibly   \nsloshing. Groaning from the tightness of it, the unwanted nature, he chanced a glance at his own   \nbody and his heart sank.   \n  \nHis stomach was a notable, sloshy paunch that sat beneath his torso. Gone was the athletic, toned   \nform of the proud Rito warrior; instead, he was a plump, vulnerable plaything whose stomach   \nlooked and sounded like a repository for monster cum. The lizalfos enjoying him fucked in again,   \neven harder, and the cum inside Revali eddied against itself, like he was an overripe fruit   \nbrimming with juice.   \n  \n\"N-no...\" Revali moaned. He felt totally, utterly conquered by this. Even if he escaped, this laden   \nstomach and the way it threw off his center of gravity would stop him from flying. He excelled in   \nthe air, and was barred from it as long as he was these lizards' plaything. He... he couldn't...   \n  \n\"Hnnnh!\"   \n  \nHe groaned again as the lizalfos shoved into him and pulsed, its cock painting him with thick   \nmonster cum. He felt it settle heavily in his gut alongside the rest and sobbed as his stomach   \nsurged out just a little bit more. He could feel his own cock-why was he hard, he didn't want   \nthis, he hated this-straining against the oncoming surge of his flesh. The lizalfos slipped out of   \nhim and pointed at his erection, mocking him. Its other cock had splattered cum all against his   \ntied-up wing.   \n  \nBut before Revali even had a moment to process, two more lizalfos lined up. Of course, he   \nwasn't just one monster's plaything. He belonged to the whole camp, now...   \n  \nThe next lizard shoved a hemipene into Revali's mouth and the Rito scrunched his eyes tight as   \nhe was throatfucked yet again. He tried to relax his throat this time-who cared if he was a   \nchampion, he just didn't want to suffer anymore-and was only partially successful. His throat   \nand mouth were so sore from continual use, even the gentlest use would have made him shudder;   \nand, of course, these things were anything but gentle.   \n  \nBut as that one enjoyed his beak, another lizalfos strolled up behind him. Revali felt the claws   \nsteadying themselves against his rump and then-   \n  \nWait, what? He felt two hemipenes pressing against his puckered ass.   \n  \n\"Nnnnnn!\" he moaned desperately around the cock in his mouth. They couldn't actually want   \nhim to take both hemipenes at once, it was insane! \"NNNNNNN!\"   \n  \nBut without warning, the lizalfos shoved in, and only then did Revali learn what it was truly like   \nto be used.   \n  \nThe spread was unbearable. His ass was already tight and unused to invasions even now, but the   \ntwo cocks spread him wider than he would've thought possible. He could feel them nudging and   \npressing up against each other in such a way that they rubbed against each other with every   \nbreath-and against his anal walls, too.   \n  \nAs the lizalfos began energetically pounding his ass, Revali began to sob. He could feel it all: the   \naching stretch, the unyielding hardness. Each and every bump and ridge and groove rubbed and   \nslammed against his sensitive walls. All the while the other monster kept on fucking his mouth. It   \nwas unbearable. Unbearable.   \n  \nHelp me, Revali thought desperately. He felt broken. Defeated. He wouldn't escape this, not   \nwithout help. Zelda... Urbosa... anyone... please, help me. He needed help. He'd take it from   \nanywhere. Even Link.   \n  \nHis cock was still hard. The worst thing about this wasn't just the exhaustion or the pain, it was   \nthat his body also enjoyed it a little bit. He... he liked being a monster fuckthing. He liked it   \nmore day by day. He was terrified of what would happen after he spent a month in their clutches.   \nOr a year...   \n  \nWould he even want to be rescued? Would he want to go back? Would he be able to cum without   \ntheir help? Would he even remember life before his capture?   \n  \nThe thought was beyond hellish to him.   \n  \nHelp me, he thought again.   \n  \nThe lizalfos in his ass slammed in and his two cocks inadvertently pressed something hard inside   \nRevali's body. The ex-champion closed his eyes in shame as he jetted hot spunk across the dirty   \nlizalfos camp. His monstrous captors pointed and laughed at him, chittering away in their   \nnonsense language. But he didn't need to know words to understand. Mockery was universal.   \n  \nFinally the beasts in him both held and groaned and Revali was pumped full of cum-but this   \ntime from three dicks instead of his usual one. He gulped it down his throat and felt it seeping   \nthrough his backdoor to sit wet and heavy against the rest of his stuff. His already plump stomach   \nballooned out even more until he looked like he had an over-inflated beach ball for a stomach.   \nEven the lightest touch would make it jiggle and slosh, and now he knew that not only was flying   \nbeyond him, but walking as well.   \n  \nAnd it seemed his captors understood this too. They unhooked him from his gag and his bonds   \nand even the spreader bar, leaving Revali slumped face-down, held aloft by his own cum-filled   \ntummy. He hiccupped and groaned, and felt the monster seed settle inside him. It was trickling   \nfrom his rear and his mouth and he was certain that no matter how he scrubbed, he would never   \nwash it clean.   \n  \nHe wasn't a champion anymore. He didn't even feel like a Rito. He was just a helpless captive, a   \nfuckpet, and all he could do was pray someone found him.   \n  \n\"Help me,\" the once-proud avian muttered, his breath reeking of cum and his wings uselessly   \npatting his swollen stomach. He wasn't going anywhere. \"Someone...\"   \n  \n  \n?????????? ??????????????, ?????????? ????????????????   \nDawn's faint light crept over the jagged hills, casting long shadows across the lizalfos camp   \nnestled in a clearing near Tabantha's edge. Revali gripped the bars of his bone-made cage, the   \nrough, uneven surface biting into his talons. His feathers, once pristine, were dulled by dust and   \ndespair. Outside, two lizalfos stood watch, their forms indistinct in the half-light, while a   \nbokoblin paced nearby, its grunts low and impatient. Revali's beak clenched, his eyes burning   \nwith defiance despite the ache in his wings, bound tightly behind him. He was the Rito   \nchampion, master of the skies-yet here he was, caged like a common beast. The lizalfos   \nchittered softly, their voices a grating hum, and the bokoblin's hoof scraped the dirt, but none   \napproached. Not yet. Revali's grip tightened, his pride warring with the sinking realization of his   \npredicament. He'd flown too boldly, struck too recklessly at their camp, and now... now he was   \ntheirs.   \nMidmorning brought a harsh awakening. The cage door rattled open, and claws yanked Revali   \nout, dragging him to a patch of trampled grass. His knees hit the ground, and before he could   \nprotest, a lizalfos loomed over him, its tapered penis already glistening as it nudged his beak.   \nRevali recoiled, but a scaly hand gripped his head-feathers, forcing his face forward. The cock   \npressed past his beak, its slick, narrow tip sliding over his tongue with a musky tang that made   \nhim gag. He tried to pull back, but the lizalfos's claws tightened, shoving deeper. The shaft   \nthickened as it went, stretching his throat, the tapered end probing far too deep. Revali's eyes   \nwatered, his chest heaving as he struggled for air, but the lizalfos only thrust harder, its   \nmovements jerky and relentless. The cock filled his airway, cutting off breath, leaving him dizzy   \nas his throat spasmed around it. Each thrust scraped his tender maw, the ridges along the shaft   \ncatching painfully. He clawed at the ground, talons digging uselessly, his muffled chokes echoing   \nin his ears. The lizalfos hissed, its tail twitching, and then it surged forward one last time,   \nflooding Revali's throat with thick, hot cum. The deluge overwhelmed him, spilling past his beak   \nas he coughed and sputtered, the bitter taste clinging to his tongue. The lizalfos withdrew, leaving   \nhim gasping, humiliated, as the camp's other denizens watched with guttural amusement.   \nNoon's heat baked the clearing, and Revali found himself sprawled on his back, the ground hard   \nbeneath him. Two bokoblins had claimed him now, their forms hunched and eager. One knelt   \nbetween his legs, its humanoid cock thrusting into his ass with slow, deliberate strokes, each push   \na dull burn that made him wince. The other stood above him, its cock jammed into his beak,   \npounding with a frantic pace that left Revali reeling. The bokoblin's shaft was thick, blunt, filling   \nhis mouth completely as it slammed against the back of his throat. Fluids-cum and drool-  \ndripped upward, streaking his face, matting his feathers as gravity pulled them toward his eyes.   \n\"Gllrk-kkk-\" His gags were constant, each thrust choking him, his lungs screaming for air.   \nThe bokoblin at his mouth moved like a beast possessed, its hips a blur, while the one at his rear   \nkept its measured rhythm, stretching him with every unhurried plunge. Revali's wings twitched   \nuselessly, pinned beneath him, as he choked again, \"-mmngg-kkk-\" The bokoblin's cock in   \nhis beak pulsed, and with a guttural squeal, it unleashed a torrent of cum, hot and viscous,   \nflooding his mouth. Some dribbled out, joining the mess on his face, while he swallowed   \nreflexively, gagging on the bitter flood. The bokoblin pulled back, snorting in satisfaction,   \nleaving Revali coughing, his throat raw and his vision blurred by the fluids pooling upside-down.   \nDusk painted the sky in bruised purples, and Revali knelt in the camp's center, his arms bound   \nbehind him by coarse rope that bit into his feathers. The rope suspended him upright, forcing his   \nchest out, his knees trembling from the strain. Below him, a bokoblin lay sprawled, its humanoid   \ncock thrusting brutally into his beak. The shaft was relentless, slamming past his tongue, hitting   \nhis throat with punishing force. Revali's eyes streamed tears, his gags a wet, desperate chorus-   \n\"gllkk-hrrk-\" Each thrust drove deeper, the bokoblin's hips snapping upward, its claws   \ndigging into the dirt for leverage. Revali's strength faltered; he couldn't breathe, his lungs   \nburning as the cock filled his airway. In a fleeting surge of desperation, he jerked his head back,   \nstraining against the rope, his neck muscles screaming as he fought for a single gasp of air. The   \nbokoblin snarled, undeterred, and Revali's energy drained fast. His body sagged, the rope cutting   \ndeeper as he slumped forward, the cock sliding back into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch. It   \nfilled him again, the blunt tip grinding against his throat, and he moaned weakly, his will   \ncrumbling under the endless assault. The bokoblin's thrusts resumed their savage pace, leaving   \nRevali limp, his beak a helpless vessel for its pleasure.   \nMidnight's chill settled over the camp, the firelight flickering weakly. Revali was bound to a   \ncrossed wooden pike, his arms and legs lashed tightly, his body sagging against the restraints. His   \nonce-proud clothing hung in tatters, shredded strips clinging to his cum-slicked feathers. His bow   \nlay shattered in the dirt nearby, its splintered remains a cruel reminder of his fall. Hours of   \nfacefucking had left him a wreck-cum coated his beak, dripped from his chin, and matted his   \nchest, the sticky mess glinting in the dim glow. His eyes were half-lidded, dulled by exhaustion   \nand shame. A lizalfos approached, its tapered cock already hardening as it eyed its new slave.   \nRevali barely stirred, his voice a faint rasp. \"Please... no more...\" But the lizalfos didn't care for   \nhis pleas. It stepped closer, its claws brushing his thigh, and Revali's head lolled, too weak to   \nresist. The camp's other monsters grunted and chittered, their eyes fixed on the spectacle, as the   \nlizalfos positioned itself, ready to claim him anew. Revali's gaze drifted to the broken bow, a   \nfinal stab of despair piercing his heart-he was no champion now, only a captive, bound and   \nbroken, lost to the night.","series":{"name":"Revali","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/eRbboLMe-.json"}}