The all-powerful Fenrir, the beast of legend that struck fear into the hearts of even the most powerful humans and beasts. He was easily recognized by his grey and white furs, the blazing red that ran along his arms and legs, and the symbol on his forehead. With his large size and visible strength, the canine had a usual appearance of hostility and dominance. This appearance as a dangerous creature was his cover. In reality the great figure was actually a huge slut that roamed across the lands in search of other creatures that could possibly satiate his everlasting need for pleasure. But he wasn’t looking to fuck these beastly men. What Fel desired was to be fucked by them, using his great strength and durability to endure everything they could possibly give him while also ensuring the would survive these encounters. 

But lately he had been having trouble getting what he wanted. Achieving greater levels and higher amounts of strength had an effect. He was radiating power and that scared others off when he got close. Even presenting himself and promising a good time wasn’t enough to get anyone worthwhile to approach him. His pride wouldn’t allow him to simply de-level himself, leaving him at the mercy of those who would be easily able to defeat otherwise. Instead Fel sought another way and in time the solution came to him! Instead he changed his class, becoming one that was more suited to a female, specifically a sorceress or succubus. His aura of power became one that was alluring and enticing, guaranteed to bring them all the closer rather than scare them away. 

“This should do the trick,” Fel said to himself. He could feel the effects of his new class, not just a new kind of energy coming from him but also a burning sense of need that was akin to heat, making his body flare with desire and his hole was aching to be filled by something. This got him roaming the lands again in search of creatures to encounter and it didn’t take him long to find a group of orcs to challenge to a fight. 

Usually Fel had a very easy time beating them, even if it was all of them just against himself. But things were different this time. As the group of loincloth-clad porcine men closed in, Fel at first had an easy time beating them back but that lessened as his focus was being pulled away from the fight itself. Fel didn’t think much of the orcs, being large simple minded creatures that liked to hunt and fight. He figured they would provide some entertainment and means of testing out his new class’ powers but the strength in his blows and speed of his reflexes were slowing and weakening as his senses were getting stuck on other things. 

First it was just really getting a good look at the big, burly pig-men, getting a good judgment of his opponents, surmising their advantages and weak points. But his eyes lingered over their forms for longer than he intended. Their big bellies and thick pecs that were covered in rough looking brown fur. There was no doubt in his mind that he could beat them and yet Fel was taking note of the way their bodies flexed, swelled, and bulged with every movement. 

Surrounding him on all sides, he was able to see the various differences between all of them, ranging from small to significant ones. But there was a lot similar among each of his gathered foes. The first immediate thing that Fel became aware of was their smell. As he had ogled their bodies Fel first became aware of their pelts glistening in the day’s light. Sweat was soaked into their pelts, keeping them damp to the touch as well. With an orc on every side of him, the powerful canine’s sensitive nose was responding to the acrid scent of the beasts. Of course these orcs didn’t bathe like humans did, not bothering with things like that. The results of many, many days worth of building sweat and grime made his bouncing nose wrinkle but at the same time his mouth was watering. 

He couldn’t understand it. His will to fight was waning further and further but he wasn’t the only one either. The orcs didn’t look in the mood to fight either. At first they were hostile as Fel came charging at them but now they remained surrounding the canine, at first confused as to why his once incredibly strong blows had become much, much weaker. Their wondering didn’t last as they became aware of a...feeling that was coming from Fel. His new aura. It was getting to them, taking hold and changing their feelings. Just as Fel had started to notice their big, wide physiques, they were realizing just how attractive the Fenrir truly was. 

The fighting stopped entirely but the orcs continued to surround the canine. Their formed circle closed in tighter and one of them reached out, grabbing Fel from behind. They had rope in their hands and used it to bind Fel’s wrists, leaving him unable to fight. 

‘[i]These damn pigs. How did they get me!? When I get out of here I’m gonna-[/i]’ Fel’s thoughts were interrupted as the wind blew and the denser, raw smell of orc musk was blown into his nose. It was the stink of a bunch of sweaty dicks, still kept out of view behind loincloths that were also soaked with perspiration many times over. As the wind kept blowing, Fel was also given a peak of the thick shafts that were starting to harden. 

That made his heart skip a beat. Of course he had been hoping to have some fun with these guys but not in this way. He wanted to be the one in control but aside from the rope that was binding his hands, there was also something else within him that was making him feel...submissive. While he was feeling this way, his aura was further affecting those in close proximity to him, filling them with need and desire as well. Keeping their attention all on Fel, they were no longer seeing him as a being to be feared but as a means of taking care of their growing need. 

As the loincloths were all lifting and the shapes of their erect shafts were becoming more apparent, Fel looked on with wide eyes, feeling suddenly weak in his knees despite already being pushed down into a kneeling position. One by one they removed their loincloths, finally revealing to the canine their shiny, uncut cocks, all slathered in sweat and precum already. Of course Fel had seen many dicks in his long life but these orcs were especially thick. Even those lacking in length still had something guaranteed to stretch any hole around its girth. Just seeing them made Fel wince from the sudden ache in his tailhole and burst of hotness from deep inside of him. He panted and wined, feeling himself being pulled  back and forth between his resisting pride and his body’s changes. 

‘[i]Is this because of my class? It was supposed to make me desirable like a female in heat but I think it's actually making me really go into-[/i]’ Fel was again interrupted from his thoughts, feeling his own cock getting hard, sliding out from his sheath and jutting out for all of the orcs to see. Just as he was large and strong, his cock was something to gawk at as well, being equally long and thick, ending with a juicy knot. But it was clear that the orcs were interested in something else. One of them pushed him from behind, making Fel fall forwards, unable to catch himself he was lying face down onto the ground, having his backside jutting out for everyone to see. His tail was gripped and hiked up, making him yelp, causing a wave of laughter to break out. 

‘[i]B-Bastards! I’m the legendary Fenrir and I won’t be treated this way[/i]!’ Fenrir snarled to himself. 

His tail was released and he was back on his knees again but the moment he was upright, there were hard cocks pointing right at him. There were three directly in his face, two to the side, and he could feel another one pulsing directly on his shoulder. With their loincloths completely discarded, their dicks and huge balls that were like two prime oranges wrapped in a sheened sack. They just added to the rank stench of masculinity that was pouring into Fel’s nose, making his body shake and his tongue slide from his muzzle. Panting hotly, Fel could feel himself slipping even as he tried further to resist. Those on the side were jerking their cocks, pumping their rough hands up and down. The one resting their cock on his shoulder began to move, using the soft and warm fur as a means of gaining pleasure while also smearing his orc-stink onto the fine pelt. 

But the most immediate thing to Fel was the trio that all had their cocks hanging directly in front of his face. All so fat but the one in the middle was both the thickest and the longest. It was being held just above his muzzle, throbbing in the orc’s hand. A line of precum came down and fell onto the bridge of his muzzle before the shaft itself was dropped down onto his face, with the others following suit. All together, the three were also grinding their dicks onto him, one sliding right over the canine’s nose and between his eyes while the other two were rubbing against the sides of his muzzle and his cheeks, also finding pleasure in the softness of his divine pelt. 

‘[i]Fuck! The stink of their dicks is making me dizzy. My mouth won’t stop watering. But I can’t give in. I gotta resist the urge to just...get a taste…[/i]’ Fel said to himself, trying to remain firm against his own body. 

He managed to stay strong for a little longer but that was until the orc with the biggest cock had pulled back and pressed his fat, leaky tip directly to the Fenrir’s lips. Fel sniffed and then opened his mouth. The action surprised him but before he could do anything about it, the shaft was pushed over his tongue, making his mouth spread around the amount of thickness. It made Fel groan: the biting taste, the girth that was further widening his mouth, and the almost greasy texture of the shaft as it rolled over his taste buds. As soon as these elements met his senses, Fel’s resistance was shattered. He was feeling disgust internally but he let his body be used by the orc. The hefty porcine was groaning from the pleasure of Fel’s mouth. 

They began to speak to each other, talking in a language that Fel didn’t understand. Their words spoken in deep voices were traded back and forth. Through grunts the one using his mouth would chuckle and the others would laugh as well. It was obvious to the powerful canine that they were talking about him. Another push shoved more of the huge, musky prick inside, making Fel groan and then gag as his throat was harshly breached. 

A hand came down behind his head and it was used to force even more of it down his windpipe. Feeling the passage stretch around the flesh, Fel was feeling both humiliation and exhilaration. His body was pulsing but his nose was burning against the smell that was just becoming more intense. Precum that was so thick and slimy was being spurt from the tip, smeared back onto the walls where it would cling relentlessly. It made his tongue and throat easier to penetrate but that ultimately meant more work for the canine as the thrusts were getting stronger and reaching even deeper. 

While he was being throat fucked by the biggest one, the other orcs were getting pleasure as well, either stroking themselves of using other parts of him to interact with. The two at the sides of his face were jerking themselves as well but made sure to get every drop of their strong smelling precum all over Fel’s face, either smearing it on or letting it freely spurt from their tips and onto his muzzle. 

Fel couldn’t keep track of what was going on as his head was being lurched by the force put into the biggest one’s thrusts. His grunts were getting deeper in time with the throbs of his cock getting stronger. Knowing what was likely coming, Fel prepared himself, swallowing down the precum that was flowing in big amounts. The squeezes of the soft throat against his shaft was just what the leading orc needed and he bellowed as another thrust was managed and his seed came flowing through his swelling length. 

It came shooting out from his tip, firing off into Fel’s mouth and throat, coating the entirety of his oral passage in such a short amount of time. Even as he started swallowing, the amount of hot and musky jizz firing from those extraordinary large balls was nearly too much for him to keep up with. It was leaking from the corners of his mouth and sliding down his chin, marking his fur even more. Still grunting and humping even while cumming so much, the largest orc was reveling in his climax, giving Fel every drop that he could, enjoying the squeezes of the canine’s throat against his pulsing shaft. 

When the cock was wrenched from the deepest part of his throat, Fel was able to breathe clearly but only after taking another firm gulp of hot cum. The last blast of orc spunk was shot onto his face, filling his nose with more of the ripe aroma while making his fur feel heavy and sticky. 

“You filthy beasts. I won’t let you- Gaah!” Fel was pushed over again and his tail was gripped and tugged roughly. His hole was exposed again and the two orcs that had been jerking off at either side of his muzzle got behind. They were still tugging at their fat, greasy poles. Being in as close as they could, their precum was spurting right into the Fenrir’s hole, making him jump before he groaned from the sticky heat and excitement that was racing through him. 

“You better enjoy while you can because when I get….f-freee…” The last word was groaned and slurred out as he felt his hole being coated. The orcs behind him groaned and snorted as they were also expelling their loads, shooting for Fel’s hole like it was a target. With every throb and fire of their fluids, the canine could feel his backside getting even wetter and slimier. It was coating his winking hole and then sliding down to coat his balls, making them feel hot and wet as well. This whole thing was making Fel squirm and pant even more, much to the other’s amusement. 

As the pair finished shooting off their loads, there was another that got in between, shoving them aside and gripping Fel’s ass in his big, rough hands. He groped and then spread the pink, cum-covered hole. A sound of interest came from the boar and he came in close, putting his weight down on top of Fel as he first poked then smeared his cockhead against the winking hole. 

“Oh no! Don’t you dare..!” Fel protested but his words fell on deaf ears. The orc went ahead with thrusting forwards, making the captive deity roar out as he was suddenly stuffed full. The thickness quickly forced his rim then his anal walls to stretch wide against the incoming flesh that was harshly rammed inside. Clearly more concerned about his own pleasure, the orc stuffed his dick down deep, producing deep squishing sounds as the hard flesh sank all the way into the snug hole. 

There wasn’t a moment to adjust to the extreme filling, the orc immediately began thrusting in, grunting deeply as he started pumping his hips, using enough force to make his pelvis smack into Fel’s rear at a rhythmic pace. Those smacks rang out and joining those sounds were the persisting sloppy sounds of the others jerking their dicks while waiting for their turn. 

Writhing with his face pressed even further into the dirt, Fel’s body was being moved from the thrusts coming his way. Panting heated, his tongue was lolling from the penetration. Rubbing firmly against his sensitive walls and striking his prostate without mercy, that girth was keeping the pleasure strong and constant. The layers of cum that were used lube made it simple for the burly porcine to thrust in and out, gliding his throbbing shaft along the squeezing borders, producing even more of those deep wet sounds as the speed was increased. 

At this point, Fel was no longer resisting, even moaning out from his ass being used so roughly. The orc fucking him reached his arms out and pulled Fel’s upper body close to him. Feeling the sweaty body grinding against his back only increased the amount of excitement. Now that he was upright, his body being rocked still by the incoming slams, Fel was made aware of the other orcs. They were all standing before him, pumping their precum-coated length even harder, gripping them harder as their groans were increasing in volume. 

One of them reached out and gripped Fel’s muzzle, pressing down hard on the sides, forcing his mouth to open. It was just what they wanted and after a few more strokes, one after the other, they began cumming. Fel was at their mercy, subjected to one fat rope of cum splattering against his face after the other. Coming from the front and the sides, Fel was being marked in the hot, heavy, and smelly fluid. While most was shot all over his muzzle and head, a few hearty surging cascades of rich orc cum were flying into his open mouth and all over his tongue, landing on top of each other, coating it and his face in multiple layers of clinging spunk. 

The hold on his mouth eased but then it was clamped shut by a strong hand, leaving Fel with no choice but to swallow the strong tasting fluid down. There were slight differences in the seed based on who it came from but as a whole it was bitter and lingering on his taste buds. He moaned against the flavor, the thrusts still coming ‘strong, the feeling of heat inside of him was much stronger from the precum that had freely leaked from the plunging tip. 

Making the hold tighter and pulling Fel in even closer, the orc fucking him was huffing with a deeper tone of voice and more labored breathing that was puffed against Fel’s neck. The next few strikes to his prostate were just too much and Fel couldn’t stop his cock from throbbing and shooting ropes of his seed onto the grass. This sight made the others laugh while the one shoving his cock into the cumming canine raised his voice and thrust in a final time, keeping his fat cock in deep as it began shooting fat wads of gunky cum that was quickly filling up Fen’s anal passage, making his own climax all the stronger. As more seed was firing out, setting deep in his guts and all over his clenching walls, Fel felt himself drifting off, getting completely lost in the pleasure. 

Round after round, Fel was stuffed full with their cocks, still saying that he would get them back but none of the orcs were taking him seriously, more concerned about their own pleasure and the chance to drain their heavy balls, making the canine’s stomach all the fuller with cum and his body all the smellier, being further marked with orc cum and sweat. 

At some point he must have fainted from exhaustion because when he woke up he was no longer in the plains where he found the orcs. Instead he was in a rocky environment. Fel groaned and realized that he was still nude, lacking any of his clothing as well. The amount of time that had passed since he fainted, Fel wasn’t sure but the taste of orc cum was still faint on his tongue and his hole was feeling much looser than usual. And of course the smell of those beasts was still clinging to him, filling his nose with every inhale. 

Just as Fel began to wonder if he was alone, there were the thumps of approaching footsteps. Coming from behind a big rock were creatures that he was familiar with. They were gnolls and they were communicating with each other when they noticed that Fel was away. The group of three were quick to surround the Fenrir, quickly forming smiles on their faces. Not even bothering to wear clothes, their sheaths swelled and poking out from them were the tips and then the rest of their cocks came sliding out, ending in a knot. Though similar none of them were as big as Fel but that didn’t matter to them. 

They were already moving in as he lay on his back. There was one on each end, looming over him before they got on their knees. Still tied and feeling weak from his previous bout with the orcs, Fel didn’t put up much resistance when the gnoll pulled his head back and pushed his cock into his muzzle. A sigh of pleasure came from the gnoll and though his musk wasn’t as strong as the orcs’ had been, it was still enough to make Fel hum before he even realized. 

While one was already humping into his mouth, pumping their knotted shaft just far enough to push into the even tighter throat, the one on the other end lifted up the beast’s red colored legs. Seeing his raw looking hole made him lick his lips and he thrust right in, sinking all the way down to his throbbing knot. Now Fel was being humped into from either end, given the feeling of being filled along with the plentiful taste and smell of gnoll sweat. 

Trembling and letting out a little whine, Fel willingly began to move his tongue, lapping all over the underside of the red shaft, getting a feel for it pulsing against his touch and the veins that were stretched across the inches. Feeling it rubbing back and forth against his moving muscle was bringing him a sense of excitement that was mixing with the raw pleasure of having the shaft sliding back and forth over his already warm and slick walls. Neither of the gnolls’ cocks were exceptionally long or thick but that just made things easier for Fel. He wasn’t feeling overwhelmed and was actually given the chance to get some enjoyment from the sudden onslaught of thrusts from either end. 

‘[i]The taste isn’t bad. And the way they’re panting… He’s hitting all the right spots…[/i]’ Fel thought to himself as his cock was sliding from his sheath, quickly reaching full mast and swinging from the motions of his body being rocked back and forth between the two gnolls. ‘Gods, what’s happening to me? My body and my thoughts. This class is turning me into a shameless whore..!’

As if to confirm his inner words, the next thrust from the gnoll at his backside made him moan deeply against the other cock that was grinding against the soft and slick oral walls. Both gnolls were enjoying themselves fully, their tongues bouncing from their open muzzles as they took full advantage of the prize they had found. Discarded by the satisfied orcs, the gnolls snatched Fel up originally with the intent to eat him but when they laid eyes on him awake, something had changed within them and their plans for him changed as well. 

A deeper growl came from the one at his rear and the thrusts got much stronger, along with the grip on his legs getting tighter. They may not be as big as the orcs were, but the pair were showing they had talents of their own, moving their hips with speed and maintaining this fast and rough pace, making up for their smaller sizes by delivering a continuous pummeling of the great beast’s prostate. This kept Fel’s muffled voice loud and his cock was pulsating all the harder, spurting lines of precum that were marking his own pelt. Just as he was letting the stuff out, he also had to gulp down the earthy tasting fluids that were being spurt from the pointed tip that slid down into his throat and back over his smooth tongue. 

Licking even more against the shaft, getting a deeper groan from the first gnoll while squeezing his hole in time with the other’s thrusts, Fel began to work with the pair, receiving more precum and stronger pulses against his anal and oral walls respectively. They showed their stamina by still keeping up the constant pulls and pushes of their lower half, providing a challenge for him to actually keep up with their pace. The smell of sex and gnoll musk was sticking in his nose, mixing with the lingering stink of orcs rather than replacing it. 

The next hard hit to his prostate made him hiss and his tailhole clenched hard, making the gnoll using his rear snarl and ram forwards with even greater strength. That finally did the trick in getting him off, his knot popping past the worn rim before his cum was being shot out and into the already seeded hole. Fel felt the stretching of his rim that was quickly followed by heat blossoming from deep inside of him. Every pulse was followed by a spray of seed that wasn’t as thick as the orc’s either but it was reaching far and was kept sealed in by the knot. 

Another firm push came from the gnoll in front, his knot being jammed against Fel’s lips, making them open wider, allowing the bulb inside. In near slow motion, the Fenrir felt the shaft’s harder throbs before the first blasts of cum were splashing against the back of his throat, making him swallow and knead against the shooting cock, adding to the gnoll’s bliss and causing the strength of his ejaculations to become even stronger. 

From both ends he was being knotted and filled, his passages being filled with more heat and stickiness. This lasted until the two were done, ending things off by simply pulling themselves free, tugging their knots from the respective hole, leaving Fen panting from the rush that had consumed him. As the two stepped back, needing a moment to collect himself, Fel realized that he was in need of more. His leaking shaft was throbbing freely in the air and with his hands bound he was unable to do anything about it.  

He had forgotten about the third gnoll. This one was a bit bigger than the other two and he was showing his fangs while grinning down at the panting Fenrir. Fel was preparing himself for another round of penetration as the gnoll was coming up to his mouth. Already prepared for the shaft to go into his mouth, Fel was surprised when he was instead met with the gnoll’s rump. It then came down and sat itself onto his muzzle, pressing his nose against the slightly sweaty rim. He let out a muffled sound of surprise but quickly relaxed upon taking a breath, taking in the gnoll’s musk directly. 

The gnoll made an amused sound and proceeded to grind himself back and forth against the Fenrir’s muzzle, smearing more of his musk onto the fur of Fel’s muzzle. The more he did this, the more that Fel started to drift off, getting lost in the strengthening smell of another male. It was so raw in his nose, making his body pulse again, his cock included. 

The gnoll noticed this as well and pushed himself down with more force, smearing his rim against the sniffing nose. Moving down just a bit lower,  the creature was grinding his hole directly over the bigger canine’s lips and Fel felt the urge to open his mouth. He caved to this feeling, letting out a moan as his muzzle opened and his tongue slid out from his lips. It flicked against the soft pink hole and once he got a direct taste of it, his tongue was lapping right over it all over again. This kept going until Fel’s tongue pressed against the opening, applying more pressure until the hope opened up. 

This seemed to be what the gnoll wanted as he made a deep sound of pleasure and kept grinding his ass over the Fenrir’s face, keeping the musk heavy in his sensitive nose. His powerful sense of smell was constantly being stimulated and at the same time the potent flavor of sweat and tailhole grime were getting smeared all over his taste buds. He couldn’t couldn’t get enough of it even though he knew it was dirty and it was something a being like him shouldn’t have enjoyed or indulged in. 

But his body was still guiding him. Just doing what felt right, Fel made use of his big and long tongue, he slid it further inside of the hole that was much tighter than his own. Getting to work right away, Fel let out more muffled moans as he traced his wet muscle all over the smooth pink surfaces, touching all that he could while basking in the moans that were coming from the other male, telling him that he was doing a good job. 

Now it was the gnoll’s turn to moan and gasp as he felt his hole being spread around the thick and hot tongue as it was reaching further in, being pushed past his instinctive squeezes. Reached down into his most sensitive spots and at this point his prostate was being constantly stimulated. It was making his own cock leak just as much as Fel’s was. For a bit longer he endured the deep licking that was smearing thick saliva all over his insides. But after that he lifted himself up, leaving Fel with his tongue sticking out, a bit entranced from the smell and the simple repeated motions. 

He wasn’t left without further stimulation for long. The gnoll got to the other end but his goal wasn’t Fel’s ass but his mighty pulsing cock. Between the slick state of his ass and the slathered state of the bigger canine’s shaft, sitting himself down on the tip and pushing downwards, the gnoll gasped as he felt himself being filled and stretched at the same time. Fel was groaning as well, a mix of surprise and pleasure from someone actually offering their tailhole instead of it being the other way around. 

Fel grunted from the instant pleasure that rushed his way. The first thing he felt was the tightness of a smaller creature and their snug ass wrapping itself around his girth, being even better when the constrictions would come. He left him groaning even more. While he was receiving waves from the hot ass sliding down his cock and then up and again, the gnoll was also shaking and nearly drooling as he fucked himself with the huge canine dick, using it as a hot and pulsing dildo. The creature that usually would have been fodder for Fel was bravely pushing himself all the way down to the knot that was even wider, letting out a hiss from the tip jabbing at his deepest parts. And when going up his hole would closely slide against the hard flesh, bringing them both even more sensations. 

Reacting together, the bigger and smaller canine were both panting, their tongues lolling as the furred rump was bouncing up and down the meaty pole. The sounds of flesh on flesh grew louder and it became wetter as well from the greater amount of precum that was being fired off directly inside of the gnoll, making his hole all the warmer and slimier. The precum was just the thing the gnoll needed to take every inch with less strain. Still feeling spread wide and jammed full when sitting down on the knot, the gnoll kept going, again showing that stamina that their kind possessed, all while Fel was freely moaning and huffing from the approach of his climax. 

After so much teasing and giving release to others the next bounces of the smaller male’s as caused Fel to howl and from his knotted maleness came spurts of his balls’ contents, all rushing into the riding gnoll’s guts, much to their obvious elation. That final hard downwards push and the feeling of being seeded was enough to get him off as well, his knotted shaft swelling and expelling his high quality sperm. Even though the knot was still outside, the thickness of his cock was keeping every drop of it inside of the moaning gnoll. Making some shallow humps against the intense feeling, Fel continued panting when his climax was starting to fizzle out and the last of his cum was firing out inside of the clenching passage. 

The gnoll pulled himself off without issue, looking very satisfied as his stretched hole was freely leaking very sticky cum that was trailing onto the ground as he walked a wide circle away and then back towards the shaking Fenrir again along with the other two. They all had their sights on his cock that was still hard and at full mast from his sheath. Acting in sync with each other, the trio of gnolls moved in with open mouths and ready tongues, all finding something to make oral contact with. Another loud moan was forced out of Fel as he felt three different kinds of pleasure all at once. One mouth was working on his cock again, licking up all the cum that was slathered all over the entirety of his shaft. While that was happening, the other two were also licking. One was lavishing the Fenrir’s balls with his tongue while the last was also using his tongue, pushing it inside of the bigger canine’s hole. 

All together the three were working their tongues all over Fel’s loins and rimming him at the same time. Increasing their speed and doing things that brought even more pleasure, licking harder and harder along with the one starting to suck onto Fel’s balls, they were all enjoying how big the powerful beast’s parts were. 

‘[i]I don’t get these guys. One minute they’re using me and the next they’re riding me and licking me all over…[/i]’ Fel groaned to himself, his body twitching and his breathing hitching when the pleasure would rise significantly. They weren’t giving him a moment to really collect himself. Taking on the challenge, he responded to the movements of their smooth and warm tongues, managing a few shallow thrusts against the one working his tongue against the shaft while the other was sucking even harder on both of his balls. 

The tongue swirling inside of his tailhole was moving with surprising grace, sliding all over his most sensitive spots, not just touching his prostate but other tender spots that kept him gasping. That was helped by the continued licks and suckles to his cock and balls. It hadn’t been that long since they started doing this to him and yet Fel was already feeling himself getting close yet again. Before he could even start to pace himself, he was pushed over the edge, crying out as he began to shoot his loads into the open air and then all over his body. The fiery hot bliss of another climax stuck him hard all over again, leaving him dazed from the feeling all over again and at their complete mercy… 

“M-Mercy!” Fel pleaded. First he had been used by an entire group of orcs. And now these gnolls had milked two consecutive climaxes from him. He was feeling exhausted but the trio’s savage eyes were still gleaming with malicious intent. He needed some rest but clearly these creatures had plenty more in store for him.

As Fel’s heart pounded with building anxiety, heavy thumps echoed through the canyon. The gnolls’ attention was suddenly diverted as they turned to face the source of the noise. A shadow loomed over them, causing the gnolls to whimper and scurry away in fear. Fel couldn’t believe his luck, he had been saved by some unknown savior. He let out a sigh of relief, grateful to be spared from a gruesome fate.

But as the Fenrir looked up, his relief quickly turned to fear as well. The figure that stood before him was not human, nor was it any other creature he had ever encountered. It was a massive dragon, standing much taller than Fel and clearly being much stronger. He could feel the heat radiating from its body and the power emanating from its every movement. The gnolls’ fear seemed trivial compared to what Fel felt in that moment. Still bound and completely spent, he was unable to move even though he wanted to. 

As the dragon’s piercing eyes locked onto Fel’s, he knew that it was not here to save him. In fact, it seemed to be sizing him up, considering him as a potential prey. Fel’s heart sank as he realized that his fate might not be any different from what the gnolls had planned for him.

***

The 6’ 5” legendary canine was easily hoisted over the massive dragon’s muscular shoulder, being carried out of the canyon and into the deep wilderness of the forest. The sun had set along the way and when they came upon a large den likely belonging to the scaly creature, it was dark out. Standing at nearly twice his height and most certainly twice his width, having a blended build of muscle and fat. Like the orcs had, this hulking tough-scaled beast was clad in nothing more than a loincloth that was much looser than those worn by the smaller beings, doing hardly anything to cover what hung long and heavy between his thick powerful legs. 

Once they were inside the den and down into the main chamber, Fel was finally placed down rather roughly onto the hard ground. Providing light were glowing stones of various colors embedded into the rock walls. It was also unexpectedly humid in the den. Once Fel noticed he was starting to feel hotter than he already was, starting to sweat from the added heat being injected into him. 

Just as the haze of increased heat was surrounding him, Fel became aware of the musk that was all around him as well. Scents both stale and fresh and stronger than what the gnolls or the orcs had. Just breathing in was filling his nose with it and it was making Fel feel dizzy. His body was instantly being affected, that feeling of heat and need was starting to blaze within him. His cock was sliding from the sheath already as he panted and moaned. 

The dragon stood before Fel, chuckling at the sight of the mighty creature in such a position. He came in even closer, his large hands coming down to grip the top of his loincloth. It was then pulled away, completely removing the garment that hadn’t done much to hide what was beneath in the first place. Doing so made Fel’s eyes widened and he gasped at the shaft that looked to be nearly a foot in length even while still flaccid and the pair of balls beneath were about double the size of coconuts, hanging low underneath the uncut flesh that was already drooling a line of darkened pre. It started pulsing and rose to life like a provoked snake, rising and swelling. 

The dragon revealed himself to be a grower as he got erect, his cock expanding to about twice the size it had been before, just short of two feet long and as thick as Fel’s own wrist. More precum was spilling from the tip like a small stream. Just gawking at it, the Fenrir was trembling. His fatigue had disappeared entirely as he shuffled closer, his eyes trained on the hard flesh that was shiny with sweat both old and new. Power and lust was radiating from the dragon to the point that Fel could see steam rising from the shaft and orbs. 

As he was staring with growing desire welling up within him, the dragon’s huge hand came down on the back of his head. Fel was brought in even closer, his nose all but shoved into the cleft of the dragon’s balls. Right away his senses were struck by the grizzly stink of unwashed balls. Sweat was running down them, reaching his lips and his taste buds as Fel whined. The intensity of the natural, masculine aroma was more than enough to make his nose burn and his head began to spin as well. Feeling both needy and dizzy, Fel wound up just inhaling the rich, gnarly haze that was rising from the heavy sack. 

‘[i]Holy shit! His balls stink so good. When’s the last time he washed them? Maybe I can help him out with a tongue cleaning. Yeah, just a few quick licks…’ [/i]Fel said to himself.

Going along with his thought process, Fel slid his tongue from his mouth, getting himself acquainted with the biting taste of dragon sweat. Just as heat and steam was emanating from the bigger male’s body, the fluid itself was spicy with an aftertaste of saltiness. The flavor danced on his taste buds, getting him instantly hooked and wanting for more. His plan was to start slow and gradually ramp things up but that plan was tossed away in favor of going all out and lapping greedily over whatever he could reach at once, moaning and wagging his tail in reaction to the aggressive tones that were just becoming more intense on his taste buds and the smell that was remaining so rich despite how much sweat and grime he was licking away. 

In reaction to the long and broad tongue starting low and dragging upwards, the dragon let out a low groan that made Fenrir all the more excited, evident by the way his tail was wagging wildly. He couldn’t have stopped himself from dragging his tongue over the wide curvature and surprisingly smooth scales if he wanted to. As he did this the orbs were felt churning against his oral touch. Fel just knew there was some rich seed brewing in the large spheres. Apart from the way they churned, the amount of clearly backed up precum was enough of a clue. The attention he was giving to the sack was making even more of the thick, dark colored substance ooze from the cockhead. Even while fully erect the foreskin was still covering the tip, making the sleeve of the skin's interior slathered in the hot and reeking stuff. 

The ballsack as a whole was so big that Fel wasn’t sure if he could actually fit the sack into his mouth. But that didn’t stop him from attempting, opening his muzzle wide, even wider than he usually would just to stuff even one of the orbs in. While he couldn’t get it fully inside, Fen was able to get the sack partially past his lips, wrapping those lips against it and suckling to get even more of that addictive flavor. While sucking as much as he could his tongue was still working to lick all over what it could, providing plenty of stimulation that the dragon was most certainly enjoying, evident by his deepening groans. 

He was pulled back from the balls with that same hand holding his head. The other hand reached further, finding the thick rope that was tied around Fel’s wrists and knotted several times over. If it weren’t for this class he would be able to easily get himself free but his body was letting itself be weak, keeping him at the mercy of these beasts that were weaker than him. But this dragon was different, he was on equal level if not even stronger, using his strength and claws to rip the ropes apart, freeing the Fenrir’s hands. 

Even though he was free, Fel had no desire to get away. Instead he made use of his freed hands by raising them and taking hold of the shaft. Just looking at it had made his heart race but really feeling it against his fingers, Fel gasped as he could just barely get a proper hold even with both hands pressing inwards from either side. He should have felt fearful because of this but instead there was just burning lust. 

He moved in even closer with his mouth open and his already marked tongue ready to collect even more flavor. Pulling back the foreskin, he exposed the wide bulbous tip that had fleshy pointed spines on the end. They popped free, flinging a bit of the sticky fluid onto his muzzle, making him gasp even more. With haste, Fel’s tongue slunk forwards pushing its way into the dragon’s foreskin. Just like the sweat had been, the precum had equal tones of bitterness and spiciness as well, immediately making Fel’s tongue tingle. 

He was running his tongue over the cockhead’s circumference, running underneath, along the rounded sides, and up top where the pliable fleshy spines were. Giving them direct stimulation made the dragon grunt while Fel was given more of that unrelenting taste and the pungent, untamed smell of a large and powerful male. More steam was rising as the fluids kept beneath the foreskin had been exposed to the open air. 

Melting even further from the miasma of musky precum, both fresh and perfectly aged, it wasn’t even something to think twice about for Fel. He just went right ahead by reaching his tongue out further, no longer confining his touch to just the tip. Going as far as he could while still facing the tip directly, Fel was making an effort to gather more of the dark colored fluid, getting his tongue completely coated in the substance. 

The more that he got, the more that Fel wanted, becoming completely dedicated to gathering as much of the hot, sloppy stuff that he could. As the dragon was letting out more deep sounds of enjoyment, Fel was openly moaning and slurping as his tongue worked to lick and gather as much precum as he could. The Fenrir had found something else that he liked the taste of and kept going for more, applying greater amounts of pressure and extending his long tongue even further. 

His licking was making the shaft throb and another fat line of precum came leaking from the opening. Fel reacted quickly thanks to his reflexes, having his tongue right there, flicking it against the end and smearing the whole of his taste buds in the thick layer of slick fluid. In addition to licking what was coming out, his hands were also moving. They were sliding back and forth across the dragon’s cock, reaching what Fel currently couldn’t and that was sliding the rest of the precum and sweat all over the length it came from.

Doing this was making the whole thing all the wetter and sloppier as his saliva was added to allow his hands to move back and forth with even greater ease along with the sounds of them moving becoming even louder as well. As the dragon’s cock pulsed all the harder, his need for more was growing and he again made the Fenrir stop but his hands were kept on the canine’s body. 

Everything happened at once, those large hands were on Fel and they were lifting him up, keeping him lifted and pressed against the dragon’s surprisingly hot, soft, and sweaty belly. Then there was a prodding against his tailhole a few times, the drippy tip smearing its fluids all over his still slightly gaped entrance. Once the dragon had found his mark, the scaly male held onto Fel’s body even tighter before pushing with his hips, shoving his cock inside. Fel yelled out from his ass being stretched to a degree that was a strain for even him. He was feeling the ache of his insides being forced to expand so wide around the tree-trunk of a cock. 

Once the first few inches were in, the rest were sliding in with unexpected ease. Aided by the cum of other creatures, the dragon grunted as his cock was getting smeared in the hot and viscous fluid. Pleasure was given to the bigger male while Fel continued to groan and hiss from the pang of his insides being forced to expand around the incoming girth. 

Then a thrust came and the breath was knocked out of Fel, leaving him unable to speak. It seemed the cock had reached the end of his anus but there were still inches yet to be inserted. He looked down at his own body and saw that there was a prominent bulge of what had to be the cock’s tip. 

Before he could process this another grunt and hard thrust came from the bigger beast, making Fel yelp. That resistance his body had put up had been forced through, bringing another bout of pain and pleasure while the outline of the mighty shaft was showing in his midsection. 

‘[i]Gods, he’s so big. He could have easily broken me…[/i]’ Fel panted. Speared by the shaft and still held firmly by the pair of large, muscular arms, the mystical canine couldn’t do anything more than just take all of these feelings head on, still feeling the ache of his body slowly adjusting and the pleasure of his prostate being pressed down. 

‘[i]I’ve never felt like this before in my life. My body is so hot. It’s pulsing inside of me, and still leaking. I can feel it in my stomach. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My body wants this just as much as he wants me. His body stinks so much but I love it. It’s not even moving yet and feels so good already. He could start fucking me at any moment, just wanting for it is driving me crazy…[/i]’ 

The thrusting that he was waiting for finally began. Instead of starting hard and fast, the massive reptile was pumping his hips at a slow speed and with clear control. Despite looking like a humongous barbarian, the dragon knew better than to wreck the hole right away. 

Fel’s body was shaking from the simple slow movements, his walls still being parted by the mighty shaft and his sweet spots being pressed firmly. In addition to the growing pleasure that was still some lasting pain. 

A moan would be forced from him when it was thrust back in. Making up for the slow speed was the power to jam every inch in all at once and Fel’s body was rocked as well, still kept close by the hold. If being stuffed full wasn’t enough, the Fenrir gasped from the extra stimulation that came from the brushing barbs that lined the tip. 

As time passed, the great canine felt the strain lessening until only pleasure remained. And with no other sensation to focus on that perceived pleasure was even stronger, forcing out even more of his moans and pitched whimpers. 

He was glad to be held in place by someone so strong as his body wouldn’t stop either shaking or jerking from the hard hits to this spot or that one. His stomach was stretched beyond its usual means when it was all plunged in and with every one of those firm pumps, the dragon’s crotch would smack firmly against the mammal’s rump. 

Fel knew it wasn’t right for someone of his status to be loving this to much, finding nothing short of jubilation from being used by a large, smelly creature that he couldn’t even communicate with. 

But even if it wasn’t becoming of his kind, Fel just couldn’t ignore what he was feeling. His moaning was even louder, echoing throughout the den, his voice carrying the tune of ecstasy. He was aware that it wasn’t exactly consensual but he wasn’t going to make the dragon stop, not when it felt so good already. 

The dragon could feel Fel responding to his actions, his hole remaining tight while putting up less resistance against the thrusts. He was able to push his cock in as deeply as he wanted with greater ease, eagerly doing so. 

Burying his uncut, musky dick into the hot and snug passage was keeping him grunting and snorting steam through his nostrils. Along with the raw pleasure that was also the sound of the canine’s moans and pants. He was lured in by some kind of energy that awakened a hunger in him. And once he found the source there was nothing stopping him from savoring the pleasure he was getting. 

Gaining even more of it was making him grunt more and his fat balls were churning harder. Precum was flowing through his cock, reaching the tip and blasting out directly into Fel’s guts. It was spilling out in large amounts, making Fel’s already slightly distended stomach swell even more. 

It was leaking out as well, seeping from the canine’s rim, oozing down the back of his legs and his thighs. His fur was getting wet and marked in the hot and fragrant fluid. This precum leaking out in heavy amounts was further lubricating the divine being’s ass, allowing the dragon to thrust in harder and a bit faster as well, making their sounds of pleasure even louder. 

The plunging of the bigger male’s cock was making a series of deep wet sounds when being shoved in and again when pulled out. Now with more speed applied, the dragon was holding Fel even close to himself, grinding his sweaty back against the other male’s smooth furred back. Feeling this kept Fel squirming but now it was starting to get a bit too much for the other male. So he decided to remedy that by swinging his head down, making use of his own sharp-toothed muzzle. 

He bit down on Fel’s neck but not to draw blood or cause pain. He kept the canine’s scruff held firmly in between his jaws, puffing his hot breath directly against the smaller male’s neck as he continued pumping into the heated sleeve. He noticed the way that Fel reacted when this happened. Clearly he had liked this, being handled this way. 

The dragon was aware of Fel’s power so getting these reactions and having complete control was a major source of pride. He kept his body flexing and his cock jamming into the deep parts that squeezed him harder. 

He was driving the wolf crazy by just simply rocking his hips, using his steamy, barbed mammoth cock to keep the other creature crying out. And these reactions intensified further just by increasing the speed just a bit. 

This made Fel’s breathing hitch again and he felt himself getting close to his limit yet again. This whole time his own cock had gone untouched, meaning it was the anal stimulation that was getting him this far, along with the continued strokes that were pushing him further along.

The next thrust was the thing that made him cum completely hands-free, and his orgasm was made all the stronger from the next thrusts that came and continued to grind over his prostate. The legendary creature’s seed was flying all over as he was still being thrust into, marking both the canine’s own stomach and the den’s dusty floor. 

Fel wasn’t given any time to revel in his powerful orgasm. Coming his way were even stronger pumps that ensured the shaft was slamming its way through his hole’s even tighter convulsions. 

Then the rutting became even faster, making the wet sounds of a fat cock barreling into a snug, wet hole all the louder, ended by the repeated firm thumps of their bodies connecting. Fel could feel the breaths coming in faster succession against his scruff and his neck fur was becoming wet from the dragon drooling. 

The bigger beast was naturally driven, feeling his own limit approaching. Instead of trying to draw this out further, the dragon went all in, rocking his lower half with all the speed and power that he could muster. 

The next hard thrust came with a lot of extra force, jamming the shaft in even deeper than it already had been. The shaft stayed there as the entire length swelled and the barbs flared. 

Cum was firing from the dragon’s cockhead with force, splattering all over within the mammalian. Fel immediately felt himself being filled up. His anal passage was being flooded with hot and slick stuff. There was so much that it was flowing out from his stretched-thin rim, spilling out freely and falling onto the ground, along with the Fenrir's legs, thighs, and the backside of his balls. 

While Fel was reeling from the feeling, even more was forced into him as the dragon continued humping even while shooting his rich, musky seed. His huge swinging balls were pumping even more cum than the orcs had in such a short amount of time. 

Thrusting in even harder, feeling the added heat and gooey-ness of his own seed, the dragon was making the excess squelch out. From the gaps of the wolf’s rim, jets of slime-thick and honey-sticky jizz were spraying onto the ground. The rich scent of male potency was rising from the heated ground, adding to the harsh stench that was hanging thick all around them. 

Marking the Fenrir both inside and out, the dragon was shooting what felt like endless loads that were further flooding the canine’s ass while also making his stomach swell out further. The heat wasn’t just all around outside of him, Fel was burning up inside, his body was shaking hard as he whimpered pitifully. With his stomach reaching out further and the cum spilling out of him, adding to the smell in the den, Fel felt himself completely slipping away. No longer caring about his pride or his status as a legendary creature. He just wanted more of this. More of the pleasure along with the smell and taste… 

Eventually the titanic being stopped thrusting and he released the hold he had on the furred male’s scruff. His climax was still going though! More big waves of potent cum were being injected into Fel’s depths, forcing them to make room for it all in the same way that his cock had. 

This was all better than Fel could have imagined and he wanted it again, to be used again but by someone worthy like this dragon. 

As the loads were finally starting to weaken in force and sheer amount, the dragon pulled his cock free and let the last of it blast out all over, marking the smaller male’s pelt. The scent of the big sweaty male was stuck to Fel now and it was seeping into his once glossy and smooth pelt. 

The dragon sighed and let go of Fel, letting him fall to the ground into the puddle of cum that he had released earlier. Instead of feeling offended, Fel smiled and began to wonder when the next round was. As the dragon was settling down there came the thudding of approaching footsteps and a new strong smell was making his nose twitch. Lifting his head, Fel’s tail began to wag as he noticed another huge dragon stepping into the wide main chamber…