# Revali Sex Slave

Author: raheem
Tags: Legend Of Zelda, Lizalfos, Moblin, Revali, anal, gang-rape, rape, rito

A combination of three stories.

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

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/nDLLER0n
Part of the series Revali
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