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It was evening, around 10pm maybe. I had been waiting for this literally all day. I pulled out the dog-dildo that one of my viewers had gotten me yesterday. I held my breath as I pressed it against my sopping cunt and it slid inside with little difficulty.
I want him.
I remembered how his cock split me in two. How my organs simply parted in the face of his superior cock. I remembered how he smelled, how his eyes stared into mine.
I remembered how it felt to be chased. To be prey.
I came.
As the mental blur slowly wore off, I looked down at my hand. It was covered in my love juices, making the ring glisten a light silvery-blue.
It really is magical.
I took a towel and wiped up quickly. As I laid down, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
...what do you want, wielder?...
I wanna be with Garn again.
...intent acknowledged...
I was once again in the void. My body slowly materialized. I could be a better toy for him if I was more flexible and durable, maybe a bit more stretchy. Only a bit though.
If I'm too tough, I won't be able to break for him, but skin ripping and catastrophic organ damage isn't very hot.
Moments later, my astral body was once again in front of me. It's tits were perfect and it's cunt was already leaking. It could use some clothes. My lingerie outfit came to mind.
Particles swarmed, and my body was wearing the pristine white lingerie from my vtuber model. Translucent, fragile fabric draped over my curves like the fins of a fish. White fishnets were held by a thin garterbelt. My panties and bra were lace and translucent.
...satisfactory?...
Yes, it's perfect. Thank you.
...good. prepare for transport to Garn's location...
My vision swirled once again, my mind entered into the astral body, and then everything went blank.
"Oversage, we have second dimensional breach! Attempting to locate void or corruption aspected mana signatures before sending in a containment squad! What are your orders?"
The Oversage, one of the thirteen most powerful mages in the world, sighed, and spoke.
"Hold off the containment squad for a moment. Have you checked the breach size and duration?"
"One moment, Oversage..."
The divination specialist in charge of the watchtower paused for a moment, raising his hands and with a thrum, a ten-foot wide circle of runes appeared in the air, imprinting his will upon the world.
"Superior Eye of the Firmament"
As the spell invocation solidified the intent of the diviner, the circle seemed to throb, and then disappeared. The diviner sighed as the information filled his mind.
"Oversage, the breach size was... 2.328 inches and was active for... .2837 seconds. Huh. I don't think I've ever seen a breach that small."
The Oversage sat up from his slumping position, suddenly much more attentive.
"That runs contrary to the attack methodology of our wonderful extraplanar neighbors. Any void creatures attempt to actively widen the breach, and most corruption horrors are at least as big as a house, so... why? That breach was only big enough to throw a pence through. It's almost... it's almost like... whoever breached it attempted to be subtle. Whatever came through shouldn't be much bigger than an insect, frankly. By the goddess, this is interesting!"
The Oversage finished his monologue, grinning from ear to ear. The divination specialist sighed.
"Hold on one moment, getting the preliminary mana aspect survey back. I see... no traces of void mana or corruption mana. We'll keep doing remote surveys for any of the less common hostile mana aspects, as is protocol, but... this strikes me as a mystery rather than an emergency," the diviner said, turning to the seated man.
The Oversage smiled.
"Oh, I just love mysteries! They bring me so much Joy..."
At the Oversage's word, the world shuddered.
I awoke on the same rough blanket. A fire crackled in front of me. The night was just beginning, but the shadows between the trees were deep. The moon was peeking just barely through the trees, and the fading red sunset made Garn's skin glow.
"Hello."
He turned, and his eyes met mine. He blushed.
"Bao... you look beautiful."
I smiled sheepishly.
"I... wanted to be beautiful for you."
Garn flushed deeply.
"A-are you sure about this? I could hurt you again."
I took a deep breath and got on my knees. I bent forward and bowed. I had practiced this earlier today.
"Garn, I pledge my undying body to you. I request to be your property. Whether you are a savage beast or a man, this puppy will obey your orders and will without question."
Garn was silent. I continued my bow, my forehead touching the dirt.
"You... mean that?"
"With my soul, Master."
I heard him sigh.
"You're a pervert, aren't you Bao?"
"Yes, Master."
"I... how depraved can one person be?"
"Master... I'm way too far gone. If you decided I was better off as a chew toy, I don't think I would care."
There was more silence at that.
It's the truth.
I heard a sigh. He walked up to my kneeling form. Then I felt him grip my head with sudden force, manhandling me out of my bow. His face was inches from mine, his blue eyes staring into mine with a fierce intensity.
"You're a disgusting freak," he said.
"Yes, Master," I said, nodding in his grip.
"And you consent to this?"
I nodded frantically. "I consent, Master, but you don't need my consent. Property doesn't need consent."
He closed his eyes.
CRACK!
He brought his hand across my pristine face.
"KYNAAA!!" I cried, breathing heavily. "T-thank you, Master!"
He growled, dropping my skull. He turned away and started stripping.
"Don't blame me for what comes next, you slutty freak."
"I won't, Master."
I watched his nude body in the firelight and dimming sunset. His tanned skin glowed, and his toned muscles cast shadows across his back. Not the physique of a bodybuilder, but one of a worker. He stood, looking at the horizon through the trees, and I saw his posture slump.
Black-brown fur began to sprout on his arms and legs and he began to cry out. His yell slowly turned into a roar. Glowing lines and runes raced up his body like strange circuits. He began to grow, his legs morphing and his arms growing larger. A circle of strange symbols, maybe runes, bloomed from his chest, glowing a bright white.
When the light faded, the monster was before me again. It turned to me, looked into my eyes, and growled.
I swallowed, my adrenaline turning from a simmer to a roil. I slowly turned around, sticking my ass in the air, my tail waving back and forth. I reached around and spread my ass cheeks, putting my white panties aside.
"P-please, Master. Use me."
I could hear his thundering steps get closer. I felt his hot breath on my back. I stuck my ass up higher. With no hesitation, In a smooth motion, he grabbed my tail in one hand, and pushed my skull into the ground with the other.
And yanked.
NGYAAAAAH!
I screamed as he manhandled me, my tail pulled taught, my flipper straining against his grip. He pulled, raising my ass and torso while he pinned my head down. My tits squished against the rough blanket.
I smelled his cock before I felt it. The wonderful, putrid scent invaded my nostrils and stained them, causing my eyes to tear up. It touched my pussy.
"Y-yes! Yes! Shove that disgusting murder rod inside me!" I cried, my voice muffled by the rough, scratchy blanket.
He growled and I almost pissed myself in sheer fear. My heart pounded in my chest and I could the adrenaline searing my veins like lightning.
Yes! Yes! YES! YESYESYESYESYES-
His tip, with little resistance, pierced my cunt. I felt my pelvic bone snap again, sending sharp needles of pain up my spine, intertwined with a twisted fiery pleasure. I screamed and was brought to the bring of orgasm almost instantly. I felt him stretch my vaginal walls to their limit and his tip press against my pristine cervix, staining it with his foul savagery. His breath tingled on my neck.
"Please.... pleashe... pleashe..." I begged, wincing as he pulled my tail harder. I raised up my legs and started awkwardly stroking his luscious shaft with my feet. I could feel the hot, throbbing meat through my arches.
He suddenly thrusted, his pointed tip piercing my cervix.
NGHAAAAAA!! NHAAAAH! KYAAAAAAA!!!!
I screamed in pleasure and agony as my cervix was ripped open like a bag of chips. I came on the spot, the pain causing me to squirt and seize.
And yet he didn't stop. He pushed in further, stretching and reshaping my womb around his shaft, my vagina barely healing enough to keep up with the abuse. I felt the air rush out of me as his tip pushed against the underside of my lungs. Finally, his knot pressed against my pelvis.
Deeper, you savage fuck.
He pulled out a few inches, allowing a few dregs of air into my lungs and I gasped... only for it to be taken away.
He slammed his hips into mine, his knot splitting open my already broken pussy. I silently screamed, thrashing and quivering. With a sickening pop, his knot slipped inside me. I came for the second time in the span of a minute, the sheer pain reversing into more twisted pleasure.
Then... he pulled it out. I was already cumming, but renewed pleasure violated my body. He roared, and my ears rang. He pushed in again, his knot prying my cunt apart. It hurt like hell.
I want more. Plow my fragile body and fucking break me.
I knew he couldn't hear me. I could barely think myself. All I knew is that I wanted more. I struggled, my tail trying to flail around in his grip. He tightened his grip and pulled out, his knot reshaping me.
I need to be tight for him.
I clenched my abs and vaginal muscles. I even tensed my thighs, trying to squeeze his shaft. He slammed deep again, rocking my whole body and plunging his knot inside in a single stroke. I came, squirting my pathetic girlcum all over his balls. I gripped and scratched at the blanket uselessly, my body shuddering and spasming.
He pulled out and slammed deep again. I came, the sheer pleasure and agony setting my brain on fire.
Then he did it again, and again, and again.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
He didn't stop. Every time my hips tried to heal he would fuck them apart again. I could feel my cervix get bruised and molded to his shape. And it felt so fucking good. Every time he pulled in and out, I could feel his shaft and knot pry my ass cheeks apart. My pussy was sopping wet, and I was constantly cumming.
I want this to last forever.
Time blurred. I don't know how long he fucked me, but it wasn't enough. He slammed deep and ground his hips into my ass. His knot swelled.
It's..-He's coming.
With a throb, his cock spewed thick werewolf jizz into my womb. I could barely think. My body thrashed from the compounding orgasms. My belly stretched, my womb inflating with glowing seed. I even felt my belly touch the ground.
Finally... he stopped ejaculating. He held my skull against the ground and pulled out, causing me to squirt pathetically. The pressure in my stomach reduced drastically, and I could feel the cum rushing out of my poor pussy and splashing onto the ground. He let go, dropping me to the ground.
Such a waste.
I gasped for air, my lungs filling with cold life. A clarity filled my mind, but my body was still ruined from his assault. I laid there in a heap until I could finally move.
I need more.
I shakily sat up, rubbing my still swollen belly and breathing heavily. The werewolf was still standing there, watching me, growling between breaths. His cock was half flaccid, and covered in bubbles and strings of glowing cum. He took a step forward. I managed to stand and stumbled toward him.
"I... hah... shall clean you... hah... master." I promised between heavy breaths. As I stood between his legs, I looked into his eyes.
I put my hands on his cock. I could barely fit both hands around it, and that was only because it was half flaccid. Slimy seed stuck to my palms as I slowly stroked. I stuck out my tongue, relishing in the scent.
When my tongue touched his shaft, my life changed. His semen was the most disgusting, bitter thing I had ever tasted. I had to resist the urge to hurl.
It was perfect.
I licked up his shaft without hesitation and felt the shivers down my spine from the foul ambrosia. It was everything I had ever wanted. As I pulled away, I blinked away tears and let the sticky, steaming gel enter my mouth. It was thick, like melted cheese, and just as hot. It stuck to every surface it touched, causing pin-like tingles. I licked off my hands, saving every drop I could.
I didn't swallow, but instead went back for seconds, slowly licking up his twitching shaft. My tongue was overwhelmed with his taste once again, and I slurped up the excess. The scent and taste were all-encompassing. There was nothing else to smell, nothing else to taste but his superiority.
With every lick, I slowly cleaned his shaft, filling my mouth with his love. It stuck to everything, even my teeth. After only three licks, my mouth was full. I tried to swallow, but it wouldn't go down. I began to chew, his sludge slowly mixing with my inferior saliva.
It's so fucking good i need moreineedmorerightfuckingnow
With fervor, before I could even fully swallow, I kissed his shaft, my tongue scraping any drop of glowing semen I could, leaving glistening trails on his member. I continuously slurped up more of the divine liquid and chewed it till it bubbled. I swallowed the thick globs over and over, slowly but steadily cleaning him. I could feel my stomach getting full, but I couldn't get enough.
I religiously cleaned and worshiped every inch of his cock. Feeling his veins throb through my tongue nearly made me cum several times. It was almost like the world was... cradling me, amplifying my pleasure. The pressure deep in my chest slowly rose, but I ignored it. I kissed and licked his knot as I felt his excitement rise. The only sounds were his heavy breathing, my soft kisses, and the crackling of the fire. I shoved my face in between his huge balls, inhaling his scent and massaging them. I licked inside his sheath, cleaning every surface I could.
Yes, get hard so you can ruin me again!
His cock now clean, I looked into his eyes. My mouth made it's way to his tip, my tongue trailing up the bottom of his shaft. Translucent liquid oozed from his urethra. My tongue touched it. If his seed was ambrosia, his precum was nectar. As I tasted it, a shiver went down my spine.
I immediately and frantically wrapped my lips around his tip, my tongue licking at his urethra. A slow trickle of sweet-bitter goo entered my semen-stained mouth. Every pore in my mouth screamed for more. I tried to shove his cock deeper into my mouth, but he was simply too big. The only way he could get deeper is if he broke my jaw.
Jesus fuck I love being prey.
He loomed over me, each breath ticlking my nostrils with his scent. He started growling, his cock twitching. I started stroking his shaft with both hands, my fingers no long able to fully wrap around. I looked into his eyes, silently taunting, begging him to shove his soda-can thick cock into my throat, even if it broke me. The pressure in my chest thrummed.
Go on. Use me.
He didn't. He stared down at me, his gaze undecipherable. Every time I swallowed more of his nectar, my cunt ached. It was still ruined, dripping predator-cum and gaping. With a start, I realized I still had a hole that could be useful to him.
I had only recently started doing anal on my Fansly streams. Anal was usually something you trained for and took slowly. This body was both unprepared and untrained.
I steeled my will, and forced myself to stop worshiping his lush member. He bared his teeth, and I shuddered. I swallowed my nerves and turned around, spreading my ass cheeks for him. I raised my tail and guided his tip towards my untouched starfish.
"P-please... I can still be useful to you, Master. My ass... AAHH!!"
He grabbed me and held me aloft, my legs suddenly bent and stretched straight. My knees pressed against my shoulders and my arms were pressed against my chest.
Like a fucking toy.
His footsteps made deep thuds on the ground. My head spun as he waved me around haphazardly. He was moving. Then... he sat down, his back against a tree. I felt his member with my tail and coiled around it, guiding it towards my virgin anus. I maneuvered my hand towards my ruined pussy, masturbating in his grip.
"Use me... use me... use me-NHG!"
His pointed tip pressed against my asshole, threatening to rip it. I braced myself, knowing what was coming.
I wasn't prepared. A sharp spike of agony encompassed my entire lower body. I saw white, my nerves on fire and my head threatening to explode. It was the worst pain I'd ever experienced.
And I came like the masochistic prey-slut I was.
NGHHHH-KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
My entire body fruitlessly struggled in his grasp, my pathetic orgasm rocking my body and interweaving with my pain. My hips threatened to snap as his member slid inside my colon. He slid deeper, my poor anus pitifully clenching around him. He didn't care about frivolous things like biology. I screamed my throat raw as he rearranged my organs to accommodate him.
My orgasm didn't stop, but my screaming eventually turned to a gurgle. His pointed tip pressed against the underside of my lungs yet again, forcing the air out. In a strange moment of clarity, I realized that I liked it when his cock crushed my lungs like that. My screaming was probably annoying anyway.
Finally, my anus felt his knot. It was already stretched completely tight, the damage from his initial insertion already healed.
He slid me up, and slammed me down. I came, a pathetic gurgle arising from my throat. His shaft rubbed against the back of my womb, sending spirals of aching pleasure up my spine.
I'm his onahole. His fleshlight.
He began to slide me up and down in a consistent rhythm.
SHLK...SHLK...SHLK...SHLK...
He wasn't fucking me. He was jerking off.
Every time he slid out, my insides tried to heal back, but couldn't keep up. He continuously reshaped me into his toy with every thrust. It felt so fucking good. More than the pleasure or the pain, the sheer euphoria of being a toy was indescribable. Nothing in my life had ever felt more right, more correct.
I came easily, my trembling fingers rubbing at my now squished cunt. I pinched my clit and my entire body spasmed, my muscles clenching and my anus tightening. My mind blurred as the orgasm swept though me.
He didn't stop. In fact, he sped up.
SHLK-SHLK-SHLK-SHLK-SHLK-
His knot slammed into my ass repeatedly, threatening to rip me apart. I wanted it to. I wrapped my tail around the base of his cock, coiling around his knot and awkwardly massaging it. He roared... and the sound almost knocked me out. His warm breath rushed over me, leaving his moist scent across my body, soon replaced by a rush of cold air.
He gripped me tighter, threatening to crush me. I was slammed down, my anus suddenly screaming. As his knot split my hips and entered me, a violent orgasm struck me. My anus ripped but was already healing, clenched around his base and kissing his sheath. My cunt squirted pathetically, squished flat and distorted from my other hole being ravaged.
So full.... and warm...
His cock filled me completely. My heart throbbed, massaging the tip of his oversized member. My tail tightened around his sheath and massaged his balls.
I almost didn't react when he ripped his knot out.
I gasped violently, trying to cough and scream, only for that to be crushed with his next thrust.
SHK-SHLP... SHK-SHLP... SHK-SHLP... SHK-SHLP...
He slid me up and down, all the way from his tip to his sheath, over and over. My snapped pelvis screamed, and my womb burned with pleasure. His knot split me apart over and over. My anus felt so good it was almost numb.
I wasn't quite conscious anymore. I was aware, but all I could do was cum pathetically. The only constant was the pressure in my chest, the pain, and the pleasure.
I don't want this to end.
With every stroke, I could feel my organs crying out in pain and pleasure. With every stroke, he reshaped me.
I came again. Any shame I once held in my mind was being fucked away. I accepted who I was. I was a pervert in the truest sense of the word. I belonged to this wolf cock. My day life, my job, my fans... I was fulfilled, almost. This... this ring, and this world, this is what I was missing.
His monstrous, luscious cock slammed deep with intention, and I felt his knot swell.
He's cumming... I made him feel good...
I could feel his shaft swell slightly and pulse. His balls shrunk up into his body, and I felt him heave.
Please...
HOWOOOOOOOOOO!
White-hot lava rushed into my guts. His knot was the biggest it had ever been, locking my ruined body in place. The thick, sticky liquid churned inside me, flooding every crevice. I watched my stomach swell and glow from the inside from within his monstrous grip. It spiraled and roiled through me, with no signs of stopping. I suddenly felt very full, a dull ache harmonizing with the splitting agony of being impaled.
It's gonna come out... holy fuckk...
Rancid, glowing wolf-seed erupted from my throat, and I came, my purpose as a cumrag fulfilled. My orgasm brought a strange clarity to my mind, the rancid, ambrosial taste of his love impregnating my tongue.
I want it all.
I closed my mouth frantically and clenched my teeth. Despite my efforts, his seed filled my mouth nearly instantly. My sinuses were flooded a moment later and hellfire seared my skull. Sticky, rancid gel erupted from my nose, but I held strong. Only so much could get out at once, and I was determined to be a living condom if it was the last thing I did.
I felt my guts swell more and more as he unloaded his love into my delicate body. My cheeks bulged from the pressure, and I felt like I was vomiting continuously. Despite my efforts, the stringy, sticky wolf spunk dribbled from my lips. My teeth were still clenched, so the flow was stifled, but even more spilled out.
If I want more, I'll just have to be a better toy.
I calmed my trembling tail, and directed it down to his churning testicles. I felt my flipper brush against his warm fur, feeling his balls surge with seed. I brushed them, my tail coiling around them the best it could.
NGHRRRRR...GRRRRR...
He growled right into my ear, sending waves of adrenaline through me. I came the second time in the past minute. My squished cunt sprayed my prey-juice all over the ground, mixing with his spilled seed, becoming a monument to my wretched nature. Love and pleasure nearly overwhelmed me, but the lust and pain kept me lucid.
I couldn't smell anymore, but my eyes watered and stung every time he exhaled, the low growl in his throat threatening more savagery. Pure ecstasy boiled in my tensed muscles.
being a cumrag... amazing...
Finally, he exhaled deeply, causing my eyes to water and blur. His monstrous cock throbbed and twitched one last time, and the flow of gelatinous, sludgy seed finally stopped. A glowing puddle pooled between his legs. It dripped down my chin, running over my tits and down my inflated stomach and onto the ground. His grip around me loosened and my quivering legs dropped down.
what a waste... I'm such a greedy whore.
I came to a realization.
Wait... please don't pull out! Don't let it spill!
I wrapped my tail around one of his balls, and wrapped my legs around his sheath and ballsack. I didn't want to be pulled off. Despite my organs being rearranged and half my torso being wolf cock and hot spunk, I wanted to stay. I could be impaled on him forever.
As his shaft softened slowly, I realized he wasn't trying to pull me off. His arms were slumped against the ground, and his chest was rising and falling slowly.
He's asleep?
His cock was still hard, but nowhere near the intensity it was a moment ago. I tried moving, and nearly came again. I moved slowly, rotating myself so I could face him. I felt my ruined, taught asshole kissing his nasty sheath, and the movement threatened to push me over the edge again. Finally, I could see him in all his glory.
His jaw was open slightly, revealing his white-yellow teeth. Those canine fangs were like knives, and the rest of his teeth were just as intimidating. His fur was less matted than last time, the brown and grey glowing in the firelight, the faint runes of his curse barely visible below his fur.
I want to ride him. He deserves a good little fucktoy on his monster dick.
I put my feet on his thighs and pushed. My anus screamed, having healed around his knot. I bit back a cry of pain and swallowed it. I didn't want to startle him. I pushed, trying again, to no avail.
I'm permanently stuck. The only way I get out of this is by him pulling me off or waking up.
I inhaled sharply at the realization that I was stuck where I belonged. I had no choice but to please him. My free will was being suppressed in such a vile way, and he was asleep.
I loved it.
I ground my hips slowly, tightening my muscles as best I could around his shaft, despite the ballooning seed sloshing inside me.
Shlup...Shlup...Shlup...Shlup...Shlup...
I ground into him with a shaky vigor. His length was entirely inside me, and I massaged each inch with every muscle I could tense. He stirred slightly, letting out a deep sigh. His breath rushed over me, causing my eyes to blur and sting.
He's so oppressive...
I gyrated my hips, my pelvis healed over his cock. I couldn't leave. I didn't want to. His knot, still swollen, stretched my colon to its limit. I could feel his heart rate increase slowly, his semisoft member hardening to full mast once again.
It's working... I'm pleasing him...
I continued, his tip crushing the underside of my lungs, drawing circles on the inside of my flesh. Agony was a mere afterthought, only enhancing the sheer pleasure of being stretched apart.
His breathing got heavier and he started to stir. Every gyration of my hips made him twitch inside me, his throbbing member reaching it's full size. It hurt so much, but the pain just made me more horny.
He let out a low growl, his eyes fluttering open. I froze. His gaze bore into me, and I could almost see the twisted, primal thoughts swirling in his mind.
I slowly raised my hands, trying to stop my body from heaving and choking. I waved. After a long moment of contemplation, he gripped my body in one hand.
He's gonna rip me off. He's gonna pull me off, and it's gonna hurt like hell.
He squeezed, causing some of the foul semen in my stomach to erupt from my mouth and ass again. A viscous stream of steaming liquid stained my tits and chin, dripping down my ruined body.
DO IT! DO IT YOU FERAL STUD!
SHLLLP-CRK-POP
I threw my head back, screaming silently. My pelvis split in half and my anus tore apart, making my bones burn with hellfire and my ass scream with piecing pain. As my blurred vision began to clear, I realized I was cumming. I squirted onto the ground, my legs thrashing of their own volition. I could feel my anus gaping, his thick spunk slowly drooling out like cold honey. As I slumped, thrashing legs in his grip... the pressure in my chest, constant and growing, finally snapped.
My mind, no, my existence... became pleasure. I could feel it boiling within me, within my... soul. I could barely think, and I was only vaguely aware I was cumming again, but this time unprompted. He hadn't done anything.
The roiling feeling, the boiling pressure in myself seared like hot lava. I heard myself scream and gurgle. The pressure scoured my bones, my muscles... every inch of my flesh boiled with it. The strangest thing was that it didn't hurt.
Then... it went away, all at once, like a wave retreating from shore. Cold clarity filled my mind, like I had just woken up from a dream. I knew immediately, that somehow... Pleasure was now a part of me. A different feeling, the essence of pleasure itself, bloomed in my chest, spreading through my body like a warm hug.
I locked eyes with Garn, the monster that held me at his mercy. He sat up, his back leaning flat against the tree. He stared back at me, as if inspecting an interesting trinket. His claws dug into me, creating spikes of pain across my skin.
I wasn't sure what he was going to do, and that scared the hell out of me. The afterglow of my orgasm, and the still roiled within me, the only thing preventing me from instinctively struggling against his grip. Not that it would do anything. He could pinch my skull and pop me like a grape if he wanted.
ohhh... fuck.
As his gaze hardened, I felt my lungs heal. I swallowed, my stomach in the right position again.
"C-come on, Garn, d-don't be a pussy," I taunted. "D-do I look like I'm done?"
He growled, the vibration causing the ground to quiver.
"W-what? You want a snack? Or you wanna r-rape me some more?"
I licked my cumstained lips and stared into his eyes. His arm tensed, and I braced myself.
His clawed hand squeezed me like a wet sponge. All the delicious fun erupted from every hole it could. My nose burned and thick, steaming splooge shot out of my mouth like a fountain. More of his virile seed was squeezed out of my ass like a condiment bottle. His rough hands marred my skin and his claws drew blood.
He's getting me ready for another round... oh fuck... I'm really gonna break this time.
I was fine with breaking. My twisted fantasies were here, right in front of me, and I was going to indulge even if I went mad. I would never run away from Pleasure.
His tight grip loosened abruptly. I gasped, life-filled air rushing into my lungs. With air came his scent. It was overpowering. It burned, watering my eyes and threatening nausea.
Suddenly, he dropped me. I fell to the ground, landing in the pool steaming spunk. I looked up at him. His cock was stained in red, clear, and glowing white. He leered over me, as if taunting me back.
I stood obediently, stumbling over to his crotch. His red shaft loomed over me, dripping foul liquid onto my face. I held out my tongue. The drop of goo touched my tongue, and my addiction solidified. I slurped it up eagerly, following the trail up to his tip. My lips touched his cum and bloodstained shaft, and I began to clean him. I didn't lick, only kissed. I savored every bitter, delicious drop.
As his chest rose and fell, his nauseating breath rushing over me. Combined with the fetid smell of his seed, it made my bruised womb throb with anticipation and my mouth salivate further.
chu...chu...chu...chu...chu...
His seed was as delicious as it had been before, but my blood further degraded its succulent flavor. Copper and salt stained my tongue and mixed with the bitter, sour, sticky gel. I slowly kissed up the back of his shaft, chewing and swishing the putrid concoction as I went. I reached his pointed tip, slurping up the precum and adding it to my mouth.
I licked down with my tongue, my vision completely covered by his girth. I kissed one of his knots, pressing my lips against the softball sized orb. I licked every throbbing vein, feeling his heat and lust on my tongue.
I made out with the glorious red orbs that had snapped my pelvis a hundred times over, worshiping them like they deserved. Every drop of foul semen and blood made my esophagus burn and my mind tingle.
I deserve this. I deserve this abuse, and he deserves my devotion.
I polished his knot, leaving it a glistening, fleshy red. I moved back to his shaft, slowly kissing away the rest of the tainted sludge. Time crawled, which I savored. I wanted this moment to last as long as possible.
Eventually, though, his shaft was completely clean. I desperately looked for other places to lick and kiss. My eyes landed on his sheath. Some liquids had assuredly gotten down there... and marinated.
I trailed my tongue down his shaft, past his knot, and towards the dark, musty crevice. I exhaled, bracing myself, before shoving my face and lips into it. My right cheek touched sticky fur and my left touched throbbing flesh. I stuck out my tongue.
A kaleidoscope of horrendous flavors assaulted my taste buds, causing me to shudder and nearly hurl up the delicious bloody seed churning in my stomach. Then I inhaled.
I nearly passed out on the spot. It smelled simultaneously like both the most delicious food and the worst rotting garbage pile. It burned my nostrils, causing tears to run down my cheeks. It marked my sinuses, threatening to scar and impregnate them with his stench forever.
I looked into his eyes, my face deep in his sheath. He was panting.
He's happy! I made him happy!
I licked the inside of the putrid crevice with renewed vigor. I could taste the delicious, fetid gel stick to my tongue and burn. I lapped up everything I could, disgracing my face with his primal aroma. I licked every surface I could, and eventually even his sheath was completely clean, the rough fur damp with my saliva. I took one last sniff of his loins, and pulled away.
His cock was rock hard. He was the most aroused I'd ever seen him, and yet, he wasn't doing anything. If anything, he was relaxed.
My face was covered in the excess. I wiped it off with my shaking hands, licking my fingers.
A shadow loomed over my head. His hand grabbed my head, moving it towards his shaft. His hand seemed to jerk and spasm, and I felt his grip tightening against my skull. Then... his grip relaxed, as if he was only guiding me, but was conflicted. As my mouth approached his tip, swelling and throbbing even now, I looked into his eyes.
He looked back. And winked.
What... the fuck? Is he-?
Without ceremony, my jaw was spread open, struggling to accommodate his girth. His shaft was as thick as a soda can, and slowly getting bigger, and I determined that my jaw was just going to be in the way. A gentle but firm pressure pushed against the back of my skull, my blubbery hair distending at his touch.
Garn was looking at his other hand like it was new. Then, he looked back to me. His eyes, still electric blue, bored into me, scrutinizing me. I looked back, my gaze just as intense. He pushed harder. My jaw creaked, my teeth scraping against his member despite all of my attempts otherwise. He let out a low growl.
I reached down, my shaking arms finding stability as I touched his shaft. As I sat, his warm sheath and balls against my rear, I began to slide my hands up and down his slick member. Garn exhaled deeply and his warm breath rushed over me, his grip on my head tightening.
Go on. Do it. I know you're aware now.
He grunted and after several long moments of anticipation, he pushed down. My jaw stretched and stretched, his tip pressing against the roof of my mouth. Then, all at once, everything lurched, a sharp pain erupting in my jaw. My jaw snapped unnaturally wide and my throat was forced open. My gag reflex screamed and I could feel my uvula being flattened against the inside of my throat, making my nerves burn and my stomach muscles spasm. The urge to hurl was overwhelming, but... there was simply nothing my body could do.
Garn's massive tip pierced my throat and slowly stretched open my esophagus. Tears ran down my face and I blinked them away as best I could, but my vision remained blurry. All the time, my entire lower body heaved, trying to expel the foreign object.
Fuck no. Get inside me, please. Don't stop until I break.
It occurred to me that I might already be broken. That all of this was turning me into something, changing me permanently, and that I would regret it later. Anxiety and self-doubt had held me back for years.
Fuck shame. Fuck anxiety.
I stared into his eyes with a renewed vigor as I continued to slide my hands up and down his throbbing member. I would embrace this Pleasure with everything I had. His eyes met mine, and a silent conversation occurred.
Then, he growled, not with his previous ravenous aggression, but with a kind of confidence. His grip on my head multiplied, and I watched as my skull slid down his member, my nose and lips approaching his knot. I felt his shaft travel down my neck and into my torso. I felt it rub against my collarbone as it entered deeper, the throbbing mass of heat filling me.
The pain of my jaw had since faded to background noise. My gag reflex, squished flat like a grape, was screaming at my body to get it out... but I didn't want that. I wanted it deep. How was I supposed to be a good puppy for him if I couldn't take him in every hole?
Finally, my lips touched his knot. My tongue was squished against my bottom teeth, cushioning his member against them. My lips were stretched white, the pressure sending little spirals through my mind. My lungs were again squished, but from the opposite direction. Air was simply not an option. My nose and lips oozed saliva and his nectarine precum. My nostrils and sinuses burned, simply adding to the background noise of pain in my body. The bloom in my chest, the Pleasure, seemed to swell, and I felt it rush through my limbs. The background of pain became a warm hug of pleasure. It felt so good. Not merely sexual pleasure, but a sense of contentment and satisfaction.
I blinked away my tears as best I could and we locked eyes again. I reached out with a shaking hand and mimed him holding my skull. I moved my clawed hand up and down, begging him to use me. He huffed, his chest rising and falling in quick succession.
He's laughing!
Garn laughed, quick huffs of air rushing over my face. Then, with his grip on my skull, pulled me back up. I felt every vein rub the inside of my neck, and I could feel his thundering heartbeat through my tongue. His tip was lodged in the back of my throat, still squishing my gag reflex flat. Then, after a moment of rest, he shoved me back down.
A lewd gagging noise turned into the sound of my slick throat accommodating his girth. My lips touched his knot again, and the Pleasure within me sang. He didn't stop for a moment, and as soon as I was as deep as I could be...
SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK!
In and out, in and out. The hot rod of werewolf meat expanded my esophagus into shape, uncaring and without mercy. Bubbles and strings connected my lips to his shaft and knot. My nose oozed with precum and the slimy refuse of my throat. It ached and hurt, and it could not have been more perfect.
I dared not masturbate, not when I was focusing my everything on pleasing him. My hands instead cradled his knot, massaging it with the veritable torrent of juices that erupted from my throat every time he slammed me down to the base.
The low burning pain that suffused my body seemed to distill into more pleasure. The longer I went without air, the more my jaw stretched, the more my nose burned... the harder my cunt throbbed. The pleasant thrum in my soul cradled the pain. It didn't erase it and it didn't convert it... It simply made the pain more pleasing.
SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK! SCHLGGP-GLACK!
Every time he slammed my skull deep, even though my conscious was on the edge of darkness, I diligently looked into his eyes. He was panting now, his tongue out as he used me. Our eyes never wavered from each other. I felt a renewed urge to shove my hands between my legs and bring me over the edge, but I stopped myself. I was close, so close, and I wasn't going to take the easy way out.
I felt his knot start to swell, his orgasm approaching. He sped up, my skull a fleshlight for him.
SCHLGP-SHLAM-SCHLGP-SHLAM-SCHLGP-SHLAM-SCHLGP-SHLAM-
My mind began to blur. My lips tingled with subtle ecstasy and my throat lurched and struggled against the oppressive invader. My struggling only massaged his cock more. I felt my crotch throb more intensly, my orgasm so close I could taste it through the acrid flavor of werewolf dick.
GRHOOOAAAAAARRR!
His roar thundered over, and his softball-sized knots throbbed beneath my touch. His balls shrunk up into his taint and I watched his furred abs tense.
With a thrust that threatened to rip my lips open, Garn unloaded a torrent of potent, boiling seed directly inside my stomach. I felt it travel up his urethra through my tongue, and the sheer heat seared my taste buds. I had no time to be disappointed that I couldn't taste it.
Pleasure roiled in my veins like lava, and my throbbing clit became overwhelmed instantly. My mind went white, my orgasm causing my eyes to roll up and my whole body to spasm. I barely heard myself squirting onto the dirt below.
It was the best orgasm I had ever had. The liquid fire overwhelmed my mind and burned my spine with harsh lightning. The afterglow started even as it was still happening, the pleasant wave of relaxation and warmth mixing with the harsh flames that burned my nerves.
My awareness returned to the feeling of my stomach and bowels feeling... full. Garn's cock still throbbed inside me, continuing to unload his potent seed into me.
Fill me! Everything is yours! Mark it!
My stomach lurched, and I felt my belly inflate as he unloaded rope after rope into me. The heat of my orgasm still lingered like hot coals, but he was still cumming.
My vision blurred and dimmed, but I blinked away the tears and unconsciousness and locked eyes with my master. He was looking right at me, his teeth bared and his breathing fast as his testicles inflated me.
It felt like an hour passed before his cock stopped throbbing. I felt the heat of his seed against the inside of my colon. His face relaxed, and his grip on my skull loosened.
I gripped his knot tightly, as best I could sucked him clean as I raised myself up. I felt myself try to hurl up my prize, but I suppressed it. His tip slid up from my esophagus into my throat, and finally it exited my lips with a pop!
Before my lungs gasped for air, I instead put my mouth to his urethra. As my jaw healed from its unnatural position, I sucked in with as much force as I could.
The beautiful ambrosia filled my mouth, the thick and stringy substance making the inside of my cheeks tingle. I used my hands to scrape up some of my mess from his knot and shaft, and I slurped it into my mouth. I had to chew it just to get the rank mixture down, but after great effort, I swallowed.
Only then did I gasp. The cool air of the forest filled my lungs as I leaned shakily against Garn's thigh. Life returned to my body, and it felt like I had taken a shot of coffee in an instant.
"Ghaaah! Hah! Hah! Hah! H-how... Heh... Hah... Was that?" I stammered, locking eyes with Garn again.
He snorted, then laughed. His musky breath rushed over me in short breezes, and after a moment, he held up a thumbs up.
"Heh... hah... I... think I might have...hah... fallen in love with this... heh... massive monster dick," I said, climbing up onto his hips and laying down on his chest. My belly was swollen like a pregnant woman's but jiggled dangerously, Garn's glowing seed sloshing inside me, making my guts glow through the skin of my belly.
His clawed hand, the one that held my skull like a softball earlier, simply touched my head and stroked my hair. With a single finger.
Oh my god, he's adorable.
"H-hey... Heheh... Hah... I'm okay, big guy. That was amazing. Hah... I loved it," I said, reaching up a shaky hand to grasp his. My hand grabbed his warm, furry finger, and I sighed.
"Let's just... Sit here..." I said, my eyes dropping.
With boiling hot cum in my belly and the afterglow of my best orgasm ever suffusing my body like a warm blanket, I drifted off to sleep.
Garn had never considered himself very lucky. He was born to a refugee family and left the family after his mom had died to plauge. Rather, he was kicked out. His mooncurse was strong, and his family were superstitious folk.
His life was stable now, but only because of almost eight years of constant work. He had worked his way up from farm errand boy to the manager of a large spelt plantation. His employer was aware of his condition, and the nearby forest was an easy enough journey. While his curse was active, he lost control and rampaged, killing everything that moved.
That was, until the fucking weilder showed up. The first night, when his curse faded for the night, he had panicked. After the fish girl had... 'made it up to him', and then disappeared into thin air, he was stuck with his own thoughts for hours. When evening came, he considered running, but even if Bao appeared friendly, the legends of the silver ring bearers were explicit in how unforgiving and powerful they were.
When she appeared in beautiful lingerie and kneeled like a servant, his brain had short-circuited. Them he had sighed, and lost himself to the curse.
It was less of a blur as before, but he was a spectator in his own body. He watched as his cursed body ravaged her, breaking her body over and over and filling her to the brim. His curse, though, began to get tired. When it sat against the tree and dropped her, his mind spun. It was weak.
He had grabbed his mana as strong as he could and plunged it into the curseform seared into his soul.
All of a sudden, after a deep snap in his soul, he was aware. No longer a spectator.
He was in bliss. He had a supposedly very dangerous fish girl on his belly, but she was sleeping, holding his finger like a babe would hold its mom's. Her belly was filled with his glowing seed, and as he saw the night slowly grow lighter, he sighed.
He could worry about consequences later. For now, he was going to celebrate gaining control over his curse by relaxing.
The Diviner Magus and the rest of the staff had all left the watchtower for the scheduled break, and the Oversage was alone.
He took a deep breath, the solitude freeing.
Time to investigate further...
He teleported a few miles away from the breach location. He stretched his perception far, simply sitting, the air floating beneath him like a cushion.
He browsed through his notification crystals while he scanned the area and nothing of note was happening beyond the normal business updates from the Golden Bloom. Earnings were stable, there were no incursions or any employee safety alerts beyond the normal everyday bad actor. Security was dealing with all of those according to protocol too.
Then he felt a thrum of pleasure mana in the forest. Someone was tempering, and it was their first temper. He held his breath, waiting. It was a powerful temper, conceptually strong, and full of meaning and intent, at least judging by the waves of mana. Keener monsters would be attracted for miles around.
That wasn't going to be very fun for them, whoever they were. So... he held out a hand, and with a twitch of his mana control and intent...
"Superior Spacial Ward"
A dome of warped space surrounded the origin of the mana wave, originating from a massive runecircle. Any monsters would be simply redirected away. He wasn't about to destroy the local ecosystem, though some of his "peers" on the council wouldn't think twice about erasing a mountain range if it was blocking their way.
Then again, most of them also wouldn't cast a superior-grade spell just to protect a Novice.
He was all about Joy. He could just teleport over and find out about the breach, but that wouldn't be very fun. Whatever, or whoever, it was, they weren't dangerous.
A long-standing lesson that he had to learn when he first became an Oversage was that just because you were immortal and could do almost anything, didn't mean you should. Subordinates needed purpose and work to do, and simply showing up to solve everyone's problems would actually cause more problems than it first appeared.
No, he would much rather play the director, the coordinator, the jester. It was much more fun to help people succeed than succeed on your own. You'd just end up burnt out and alone.
Doing everything yourself was boring. And tiring.
With a flick of his wrist, he placed a hidden spacial waypoint and teleported back to the watchtower.
If he was lucky, this little mystery might bloom into a lotus of possibilities. But only if he played it right.
The Oversage of Joy licked his lips and smiled, and the fabric of reality trembled.
When Garn awoke, the dim light of dawn shone through the leaves of the forest. His curseform was gone. As he blinked away sleep, he felt a weight on his chest. He looked down and saw Bao's face looking up at him.
"Hey, handsome," she said, smiling warmly.
Despite himself, he blushed. He was laying on his wool blanket, which was surprisingly intact. Bao was straddling his thigh, her finned tail waving in the air. Her bare tits pressed against his side and stomach, and he took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself.
The heat of a warm fire next to him provided comfort against the cool, morning air. Despite what he had done to her, Bao was clean. Her belly still glowed some, but her body was clean and pristine.
"You look good," he said finally. "Thought you'd be curled up in a puddle of glowing cum, still."
She blushed, and looked away.
"I... found a nearby creek and washed there. Your blanket was mostly fine, but I shook it out anyway. Started a fire too... I hope you don't mind."
He shook his head and chuckled to himself.
After all that, she acts like a compassionate and normal person?
"You... are insane," he said.
"Of course I am, master!" She said, her tone jovial and almost musical.
"Stop... not right now. I'm... done."
Her face fell slightly, but she nodded. Her soft head rubbed against his breast, and he sighed.
"I should thank you," he said, and her eyes widened slightly. "I've never been able to control my mooncurse, and I have no idea what did it. I do know that I couldn't have gotten control on my own. So... it must have been you. So... thanks."
The strange and beautiful woman smiled and reached up, embracing him from the side. She was warm. He embraced her back.
They laid there like that for a while, watching the sun rise through the trees. Eventually, Bao spoke.
"When you... pulled out of my ass, earlier... something happened," she started.
"What, you came like a slut?" he said, grinning.
"What?! I mean... yeah! But... something else! It was like this... pressure in my chest! But... it wasn't from any part of my body. It built and built and then it... snapped. It... was Pleasure. I-..."
As Bao said the word, the air around them seemed to tense. Her faint tattoo above her crotch and the glowing symbols in her strange hair seemed to glow pink alongside her eyes.
"Wait... you Tempered?!" He exclaimed. Even as an Adept mage, which was needed for his job, he had a fledgling perception. He stretched his mana sense out, and sure enough, Bao's body was oozing pleasure mana. It wasn't the mana signature of a powerful mage, either. She was a novice. She had tempered for the first time.
He shook his head, laughing as he reckoned with the new information. "You did! By the goddess, you really tempered!"
"Wait-wait-wait... what's tempering?" she asked.
She was telling the truth. She really isn't from Forna Materia.
"Tempering is how you become a mage," he started. "To temper... you need to put yourself through some kind of very extreme situation. It can be anything, from escaping from a burning building, surviving a monster attack, taking a pre-prepared tempering elixir, or... I guess... getting brutally fucked by a lycanthrope."
Bao sat up immediately, he eyes wide and sparkling. He tried his best not to pay attention to her
"Wait, so I'm a mage now?!"
He nodded.
"That's so cool! How does magic work?"
"Umm... I'm an Adept Mage, which means I've tempered three times, so I'm not exactly a tutor, but I can probably teach you how to control your mana... probably."
I was a mage. As Garn described how mana felt and how to use it, I couldn't help but be giddy. I felt my chest, my core, bloom with Pleasure. Garn told me to use what he called my Intent to guide the mana.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on the blooming feeling in my chest. It... was tough. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to figure out how to move mana in my own body, let alone push it out of me.
His instructions were imperfect, but he was genuinely trying to help. Eventually... I simply intended my mana to push out of my arm, and it did. It was a wide burst, and I could feel it simply wisping away into the air, but I did it.
My eyes shot open.
"Congratulations," Garn said, his hardened smile warm in the dawn light. "When I first tempered, it took me nearly five glass to first move my mana in my arm. You're a natural."
"Glass?"
"Oh... it's the way we measure time. There are 25 glass in a day. Time used to be counted with sandglasses, and then when artificers invented clocks, the name stuck."
I sighed, turning to Garn and smiled.
"Thank you."
He blushed, his blue eyes looking away.
"No need to thank me," he said. "You've done more for me than I could have asked, anyhow, so... "
...notice. mana remaining in band: 13.2%. advise: return to home plane...
I sighed.
"Hey, I need to go. My band is low on mana, and I can't charge it here. My real body is sleeping too, and it's probably time for me to wake up soon, anyway."
Garn nodded, his gaze facing towards the woods.
"So, same time next week?"
His eyes widened, and he smiled.
When I awoke the next morning, I stretched in bed. It was the best night of sleep I had gotten in a long, long time. I got up, got dressed, and as I was brushing my teeth... I felt a bloom in my chest.
It was faint. So faint I probably would have missed it. Like a whisper in a rainstorm.
But it was there. I could feel it. I ate breakfast with a giant grin on my face.
When Numi walked into the kitchen with bedhead and opened the fridge, she turned to me, her eyes analyzing me.
"You have a good dream again or something?"
"Something like that."