A prologue In the dead of night, under a half moon and starry sky, a reddish-orange kobald scampers through a large bandit camp, his claws clattering upon rock as he tread the slightly gravelly and dirt roads the camp was built around. Stealthily and silently, he twists and turns his way through and around several tents, avoiding those he hears voices from and sticking to the darkness, avoiding lamps and a few magical staffs that glow with bright white light at the end. By the time the few humans that do hear him scampering by even open their tents to look around, he’s long gone already; rushing towards the middle of the campsite, and so they shrug, “Must have been the wind…” Even though there was no wind that night. The kobold’s eyes glow a soft orange red in the darkness as he keeps his body low, a few times using one of his arms as a leverage to launch himself with his hind legs several feet through the air. He’s a very acrobatic lizard, rolling himself after a jump over some boxes and then going to all fours for a moment as he dashed through the camp. And finally, he found what he was looking for. He came to a sudden stop between two bright orange tents when he finally saw his intended goal; The slave cages. There were several different individuals of many different species already being held. Other kobolds, a few orcs, beastmen of various types, cats and canines and avians, other humans, even one elf. She was locked up in a very special cage with extra padlocks. The kobold bet she was probably going to sell for a damn decent penny. That was probably why she was locked up so securely. Yet she remained sitting with her legs crossed and hands on her thighs, perfectly at ease, like most elves tend to display. For someone like her, as long as she could live, this was probably just a drop in the bucket of her still young life. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he didn’t want to go back to his Tribe, he wanted to see the world. And for him, it felt like there was only one way in doing so… With resolve, Noldar Borrett carefully stepped his way among the cages of the slave camp and, still successfully avoiding the eyes of nearby guards, slid his way into one of the empty cages. Nearby slaves watch him with very peculiar looks, but don’t dare to try and raise an alarm for fear of being punished for waking up the camp. These looks turn into even more surprised ones as Noldar carefully closes the door of the once empty cage and then locks the iron padlock himself with a soft ‘clack’. He crouches and hugs his legs, shivering and his heart thudding in his chest at what he’d just done to himself, eyes wide while a rush filled his body. The few slaves that had watched him ponder his sanity, but say nothing, eventually losing interest and returning to their own remorse. He’d just turned himself into a slave…and not a single slaver there was ever aware that he’d snuck himself in; nobody double checks the number of kobolds, they’re are lots of them, and the next day he was quickly sold off in auction to a nobleman of a nearby village for a cheap 50 gold pieces. The elf sold for eighteen thousand. Noldar would never know of it, but she died that same day as the man that bought her wanted to kill her… He hated elves… __________________ Chapter 1 The next six years would see Noldar be traded fifteen times off and on from new Masters to new slavers. As it turned out, deciding to put himself into slavery was not what the tales of his tribe had led him to believe it would be like. Noldar despised the cages days after he first put himself in one, hated toiling in fields full of rich food but not allowed to even snack on it. The expected adventures of spelunking caves with a researcher who wanted to educate him further or learning the ways of druids he had believed of from stories travelers told him never came, instead being traded off from noble to noble, and slavery to slavery. Until the point that Noldar began to bite and scratch at his last few noble Masters. Whippings and lashings did nothing to stop him. Hatred boiled in his eyes with every strike, and even while bleeding profusely, the kobold’s pride refused to let him sink to his knees in front of them. To the point that he simply passed out. His tolerance for pain was not lost to them, nor was the fact that the years of hard work had already turned his body into a well muscled and lanky, agile form. And thus he came into where he was currently; a fighting ring hosted in a somewhat medium city called Lapis settled along a mountain region. Noldar slumped against the wooden railing of a fenced in circle around which about three dozen humans, five orcs, a few elves, and five gnomes jumped up and down. Their shouts and screaming rang in his ears as he snarled, wiped blood off his cheek and face and then hissed towards his opponent, a small drakeling just slightly larger than him at 4’11. A hatchling really… For a kobold the size of Noldar though, that was still quite a challenge, especially when he wasn’t given a weapon. It was claw on claw, fang on fang here. But, Noldar was quick, and he was now angry… It was just then that a large and red wolf beastman wedged his way close to the edge of the arena. Several of the people there that looked up and noticed the coloring of his fur edged away from him with sudden looks of fear and/or appreciation both. Noldar didn’t notice his approach, but Rook watched the ‘bold circle along the wall of the arena while crouching low, going onto all fours and hissing at the drakeling, while it turned towards him with a low pitched screech of its own. The Lycanroc appeared here as a large wolf beastman in this world. Standing 7’8 tall on digitigrade legs with red, white, and black fur the coloration of the creature he originally was. Wolfmen, being very large for the spectrum of beastmen, were once severely mistaken for werewolves throughout the world, and as such not many still live. Rook had his own means of defense that let him easily survive, and the fact that he showed intelligence typically let others know he was not a werewolf anyway. Those past fears have had time to soften since fifty years ago, when the “Beastchange” gripped the world and turned several of its normal human citizens into creatures of animalistic nature. There were now other reasons for the fear. But that was not the focus there, and so the crowd near him was quick to turn their attention back to the fight at hand, as Noldar had begun rushing the drakeling. He dived low under the tiny proto’s wing as it swung at him, and then grasped onto and bit the drake’s tail, breaking off a piece of its flesh before allowing himself to let go and skidding across the ground by about ten feet. The drake screeched in pain as the wound of its torn tail left a deep red trail of blood along the ground as it began backing away. It retreated to fully press up against the back of the cage, now repeatedly screeching and refusing to attack again. The crowd began to see this and started booing, throwing things at the poor creature. Its handlers were quick to start pulling it out of the arena with it kicking and scratching at them. And shortly after that Noldar, who was just starting to relax and stand up straight at a slight slouch while panting and breathing heavily, was suddenly yanked up by two pairs of fierce hands and arms. Two men had entered the arena and quickly approached him from behind, his owners. “You damn little shit! You just cost us all our money!” One of the men shouted, both of them throwing the kobold to the ground roughly, forcing the air out of his chest with a breathy gasp. They began to beat and punch him. “Yeah you were supposed to lose! Lay down and expose your neck to the thing! It’s a drake you’re supposed to worship that ya dumb-” Rook growled loudly, having gone over the fence himself to stand over them, his shadow imposing in the evening sunlight. His low voice shook through his chest so threatening that the two men froze, turning their heads towards him as he spoke. “Let him go…” Rook snarled at them both, his purple eyes glaring daggers at the two of them. The lankier man stammered and began lifting his hands.. The other, however, regained his composure, “Ya don’t own him ya big fluffball.” He gacked, waving his arm towards Rook and taunting him for the fluffy fur. All along his back is a huge mane of white and fluffy looking fur, it goes down his backside and turns into a foot and half long tail at his waist that’s just a fluffy. It definitely gave him a somewhat cuddly look from the side and back. Suddenly though, that mane chatters as the fur quivers and shakes, making a rattlesnake-like noise. It stuns the larger muscled man with instinctual dread. Both men’s eyes go a little wider again as Rook snarls, “Don’t test me…guards here would be as easy to knock out as it would be for me to kill them…” The Lycanroc’s eyes flick to the other man and back again, he takes a breath, his fur relaxes while he sighs, “So you own him then? How much do you want for him?” He growls out low, one of his hands reaching to a belt around his waist to start pulling off a sack of coins. “He ain’t for sale.” The larger man said, his voice trying to sound confident but only just barely squeaking out of his throat. “The hell can’t I be…fuck you guys.” Noldar spat out, spitting blood up high enough that it hit the side of the man’s bald head. “Why you…damn little-!” The human started while lifting his hand up in the air. *Clang Clish* Suddenly the man has two curved, very stoney and bumpy looking but sharped edged blades set in a X atop his neck, the Lycanroc holding them over his head like a pair of scissors. The swords seemed fused to his fingers, the rocky hilt looked like it was just a rock with holes in it for his fingers and paws. The blades themselves were very crude looking, but there was a slight humming noise coming from them. The man felt the edges against his neck press there, it was clear to him just how sharp they really were… “Hit him again…” The Lycanroc dared the man, his eyes glowing a bright light suddenly with the pinpricks of his eyes focused on him. It finally broke him. He fell backward with a scream, scrambled up and dashed off, managing to scream out, “Y-you’ll regret this! Red Beast! Help! It’s the Red Beast!” Rook snarled at the words. The crowd around them that had been watching the confrontation quivered away as he made the noise. Seeing he was gathering unwanted attention and thoughts, Rook closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Right…calming exercises, calming exercises. Right…You.” He fixed his gaze upon the other man still there, who jumped with “GAH!” But before he could do more Rook followed up with, “How much do you want for him?” as he fixed him with a calm but firm stare. The man blinked several times, “Le…L-let’s do uh…May…maybe 500?” “Just 500!? I’ve made you ten times that in the last two days!” Noldar shouted in rage. Rook was faster though, tossing a bag of gold at the man, who caught it in shock. “There. There’s 500 exactly in that since that’s how I like to separate it…” The man had already begun getting up and was stepping quickly away as he finished speaking. “No way!” Noldar waved his arm dismissively, “You’re gonna freaking eat me or something! I know what the Red Beast is!” Noldar hissed. Rook narrowed his eyes at Noldar, “How dare you…” The kobold was quickly diffused, but his resentment was still clear, “I am not that damn legend. I just bought you your freedom.” “No you bought -me-…” Noldar snarled, “I don’t want your damn pity, you just bought me so fucking use me.” The words spoke true to the Lycanroc, “Then you have honor. Good. You there.” Rook looked to the side at a nearby worker for the pits who was wrangling the drake. “You have some extra ropes? Money is of little issue.” He was instead just tossed a pair of ropes for free, as the person was also just as quick to try and get away from him now. “Ah, thank you…” Rook rumbled with a little smile, it went entirely unnoticed. He knelt down in front of Noldar, “Now then.” Before Noldar could protest, the Lycanroc’s thick and meaty paw was grasped around Noldar’s snout, the sheer difference in their height required the wolfman to kneel down onto one knee in order to better start tying a piece of rope around his snout. Noldar took this moment to study his new Master’s body. He was…fit…powerful. This wasn’t a nobleman or slaver…he was a fighter, a warrior, perhaps an adventurer! Would he finally achieve his dream?! A rise of excitement filled his chest up from his stomach in the realization and he wondered why he had possibly been so angry… But then the words of the townspeople came back to him. The Red Beast…Noldar had overheard that legend among the slavers. The bounty on the thing was said to be massive, but no one really even knew if it existed. Someone claimed to have seen a gigantic red beast that they believed had killed their son. The legend of The Red Beast spread like wildfire somehow, probably for how ridiculous it was; that the Beast fucked any who it caught. The legends were now that the Red Beast is one of the final members of the surviving wolfmen, who has been driven mad by the realization that he is one of the last of his kind...and as such attempts to breed with whatever it catches. Noldar realized then why this beastman acted how he did towards being called that. What a disgusting thing to be told…the onset of the “Beastchange” several others had been afflicted by fifty years ago had caused high tension, especially for the canine types being easily mistaken as dangerous werewolves. Many had died before new laws were set into place throughout the world, the event was explained as a magical mishap of some kind perhaps, affecting the entire world as it did. Yet still…a shiver went through the kobold as the Lycanroc proceeded to start tying up his ankles, and the sudden remembrance that there was nothing on his body at all, turned that rising heat into a flush of realization. He was naked, slit and bruised body out on display as the wolf tied his ankles. ‘No no no don’t get hard…don’t…’ Noldar thought to himself desperately, closing his eyes and repeating it to himself to try and drown out the sudden thoughts of embarrassment. Rook noticed the slight shakes and shivers and how the kobold now closed his eyes tightly, but he only accredited it to the kobold now annoyed at being tied up and upset that he was being taken into another life of servitude, this time with a Master he’d likely not be able to get away from. Rook inwardly grinned, little did the bold realize that he was getting his wish and somewhat more today. __________________________ Noldar stumbled for about the fifth time in the last two minutes as Rook pulled him up along a mountain cliff, tugging him along by the other ends of the ropes. The large wolf’s steps were hard for him to keep up with. Rook peeked back over his shoulder at him after this stumble, pausing a moment. Noldar was quick to notice this and he stopped walking as well, looking up at the Lycanroc. Standing a little higher than him just with the ground already, the big wolf’s figure towered over the little orange kobold, and again, Noldar felt that shiver run through himself, down along his spine as he couldn’t help it. It was an instinctual reaction to the big wolf staring at him, his eyes going a little wide. Rook narrowed his eyes at this, but then made a low “grrrf” noise and then began to walk again, looking forward once more and tugging Noldar with the ropes again, breaking him out of his thoughts as he stumbled once more. “W-” Noldar began as he regained his step, “W-where are we going?” He asked lightly, as he then noted how low the sun was hanging in the sky. It was probably around 8pm he guessed, the current fall season had the sun setting somewhat early right now. “Somewhere private, where I will then describe to you the details of our new relationship.” Rook said, his voice low and somewhat growly but easy to understand. “O-okay…uh…” Noldar started to say something else, but suddenly found himself biting his words back. “You hesitate…” Rook could tell, although he didn’t look behind himself as he kept walking and Noldar jumped up the rocky outcroppings after him, “Speak your mind, I have no qualms about your words, only what your actions may become following them or after hearing my own.” Noldar processed that sentence, unsure if he really understood the meaning, but he knew it was the wolf giving him permission to speak, at least. “Do you have extra clothes?” He asked lightly. “You won’t be needing them.” Rook said simply, and this sent another chill through the kobold. “What do you mean?” Noldar asked carefully, “It gets cold…” “You’ll be sleeping with me tonight, more likely.” The Lycanroc said, finally letting out what sounded like an amused rumble. Before Noldar could process that to respond again though, the Lycanroc continued, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine, I will get you clothing and armor tomorrow. The rest I will explain once we’re at camp.” “Here…this will help you along.” Rook chortled and he lifted one of his paws up over his head. Noldar watched as the white furred paw glowed a soft yellow, and his fingers made cutting motions through the air. The first words about sleeping with the Lycanroc were just then being fully processed in his mind, doubling his shock as at the same time the stone mountain just in front of him suddenly snapped into the shape of cut stone steps, allowing Noldar to more easily follow the wolf up the path. More steps cut themselves out of the rock path just behind the Lycanroc, and would morph back into the normal shape of the land just a few steps behind Noldar as he followed. The kobold was stunned, both by the words that now danced in his ears and by the sight of the magic. His heart…it was pounding again, yet his feet and legs just followed right along very readily behind the Lycanroc. Eyes wide, the only thing that kept the elation he felt at bay from fully taking him was the thought of that damned legend. ‘Sleep with him!?’ Noldar’s thoughts finally managed to shout it out in his head, which let slip the rush of arousal he began to feel warm his slit. ‘What!? He’ll destroy me…I mean…’ The bold’s eyes focused on the Lycanroc’s body. From his back he appeared like a big white cloud, with only the flashes of crimson red from his middle body, arms, and legs showing as he walked. He wore a full set of leather armor, but it was only visible from the front fully. Come to think of it, Noldar thought now, where were those swords he had pulled on the man earlier? Noldar had been so filled with adrenaline at that moment that he also only just now recalled how the wolf’s mane of fur had made that rattlesnake sound as well. These things were -not- normal for beastmen. “What are you…?” Noldar finally let the words out of his mouth as the thoughts made him voice the question. “I am a beastman, my name is Rook…and I am now your owner. That is all you need to know and understand, yes? My powers are not normal, but you will learn of them down the line, I’m sure…” Rook let his voice fall pointedly silent then. This seemed to be all the answer Noldar was going to be given towards that subject at that moment, and he sensed by the way Rook’s voice had fell that he was no longer interested in answering more questions, and so Noldar continued to follow him up the building pathway up the mountainside. ____________________ It was about twenty minutes later that they went off the beaten path and into a patch of forest nestled between big hills. Going down a slight slope, they approached a clearing that Noldar quickly noticed had several holes in the ground, like a large amount of rabbit holes it seemed. Rook stopped in the clearing and knelt down, placing his paw upon the ground. The Lycanroc closed his eyes and his paw glowed yellow once more, his fingers splayed out over the ground with tips just barely touching, and then he began to lift his paw up. There was a rumbling shake just in front of him and Noldar; the kobold jumping and somewhat sliding behind Rook in response to the ground violently splitting apart in front of them shortly after. Keeping his fingers and paw in a perfect shape, the wolf grinned at the ‘bold’s reaction. “Relax, this is how I hide my campsites.” In about five seconds after his statement, the ground and earth seemed to break into squares and fold into flat walls on top of each other before becoming pressed against the side of the new opening, showing a pit under them. The glow in his paw faded as Rook released his hold on the earth and left it broken open in the box-like shape. It was now a fifty foot deep pit. At the bottom was a firepit, an amble pile of wood, and a single large bedroll. “Here.” Rook held his paw down at Noldar, who looked at it for a second at first before he took hold of it. The thicker beast’s paw engulfed his hand with rough feeling pads and tickling fur before he lifted him and somewhat tossed him up over his back. Noldar was surprised to find that instead of falling over the wolf, the puffy fur along his back made a clattering sound and was suddenly smooth like stone under him, shaped to his form to hold onto him by his arms and legs. He wriggled, the fur had some give, like he was stuck in clay. So far though, the Lycanroc hadn’t proven dangerous, so he let himself relax. And then Rook fell down into the pit. The fur along his legs and feet tightened just before he impacted the ground, the hard metal like state they took on absorbed the shock, though it did sting his feet a little. He stood up and his fur would let go of Noldar, the mane forming a smooth ramp out of itself for him to slide to the ground just behind the Lycanroc off his tail. “Now…get comfortable, I will start a fire and then cook some food while I tell you what my expectations of you are.” “Yes sir…” Noldar said carefully, the last hour he’d spent with his new owner had his head full of questions about what was going to happen, but he kept his tongue and went to the firepit to wait. While walking towards the wood piles, Rook lifted his hand up and slammed it into the sky flat. Suddenly, the earth from just about ten feet above them quickly folded back out to fill the cavern it had earlier torn open, the rabbit holes were actually there as air holes…straight vertical holes all of them. Noldar looked up, the early night sky was just visible, the several holes gave a picture of the sky cut as circles to him. His eyes went wide again. This was wondrous magic… Noldar noticed he could see the stars of the night sky starting to twinkle through the holes as Rook was setting up the fire, stacking wood. His fur bunched up along his arms to form sharp looking spines and then he scratched them together roughly with a grunt, causing sparks to fly off the metal like quality they took on, the kindling quickly caught with the sparks after a few more strikes like this and then he sat back. The fire was quick to snap to life, and soon the smell of the fire filled the cavern. Rook took a deep breath of the woodsy scent of the wood burning. He liked that smell. “Welcome to the wolf den.” He joked lightly. Noldar snapped to attention, only just hearing the words and finding them somewhat odd.. “Your den?” “Heh, yeah, exactly.” Rook gave him a light smile, which surprised the kobold. He’d seemed far more distant feeling earlier, but here he was telling a joke and smiling. “All right…” Rook said, reaching up around his neck where the sound of chains being undone started, “First rule: In this place, once we are alone, it is okay to be yourself with me, no one is here to see us so the Master and Slave look doesn’t -need- to show. Out there, we will keep up the look so no one tries to snatch you away. Understand that?” Noldar looked away a short moment before looking back with a short nod, “Yes, I think I understand.” Noldar’s eyes then went a little wide as he saw the leather armor fall off the Lycanroc to thud onto the ground somewhat roughly. His chest’s fluffy white fur was somewhat wet from wearing the armor all day, glowing in the firelight. “Second Rule, while we are keeping that kind of relationship out there for that safety, I am actually wanting you to be my traveling companion, to fight at my side. You showed good promise with that drakeling, how many fights had you won for those men already today?” “I don’t think you stated an actual rule in those words sir, but I won six fights before the drakeling, the first was against a small tiger, the second a pair of wolves, the next an attack dog…and…after that I can’t really remember…I started getting really angry.” Noldar started, blinking slightly as he realized how quickly the words just tumbled out of himself for some reason. The wolf’s compliments were not lost on him, and it made him happy and relaxed, swaying his legs a little. “In moments like those,” Rook said, shaking himself, his chest fur fluffing out now that it was free of the armor. “Anger can be a trusted friend to embrace, you show traits as a Berserker, the more damaged you get, the more resilient and stronger you become, but it causes you to become lost to battle lust. It can be a hard thing to shake off, but the right focus can keep you grounded and thoughtful. We actually share that trait, believe it or not. Now…before I let you get too giddy…Rule three…” Rook closed his eyes and huffed. “I will be fucking you…in some manner, or at least, needing your assistance to reach orgasm, at least once every day after 10pm…” This made the bold freeze up, “Um…” He just lost words. The Lycanroc huffed again while opening his eyes to look at Noldar again, “I am not that beast they make me out to be…but the curse is real…” “…” Noldar shuddered, eyes closing. He had thoughts, he held them and narrowed his eyes open, thinking of the kinds of things he had already done himself that day, and his life up to that point. “You promise adventures…?” He began carefully, “Armor for me for protection? A weapon?” “I intend to make sure you are well protected, yes. I will be taking you somewhere tomorrow where we can get you good armor and decent weapons.” Rook answered the kobold as he kept his eyes closed. The answer gave Noldar encouragement enough to look at the wolf again. He’d just then see and realize that at some point the Lycanroc had also removed his pants, and now his thick sheath and balls were on display, the fur there was similarly wet looking due to the Lycanroc apparently sweating in his armor for a whole day. This gave the kobold pause again, but his next question was already prepared, “Explain your curse…?” “I am one of the last of my tribe…this is true…I have yet to see another wolf beastman for over twenty years now…I hear rumors of them, but have yet to encounter them in my travels. Fifty years ago, my family and I made a deal with beings of raw Elemental power in order to take our vengeance for the killing of our clan after the Beastchange. This is where my power over Earth and Stone comes from, from the earth elemental that I have inside myself from that deal.” “A revenge to genocide I’d say, gifts given by elementals in similiar rage against the world.” Noldar stated firmly, showing a spiritual side given to him through his upbringing in his tribe. “Your curse is not explained though, only your power.” “You are a clever bold, I like that.” Rook smiled, “my family…we exacted our revenge and more but they…just wanted to keep killing…I couldn’t continue to watch them do this, so I wished upon the moon that they would stop, I was answered, but was told it could not do it itself. It could give me great power and immortality with which to stop them, but the cost was…extremely potent fertility…it was the only curse it believed it could give me that would not hinder my quest. If I ever do die, I will wake up the next day at what was once my home. Once I stop my family, the curse will be lifted, I will no longer be immortal, but I will get to keep my power as a Shamen Beserker, and that in of itself makes me very hard to kill hehe…” Rook took a deep breath of air again. He reached up and opened up his paw to make the holes open wider and the air flow freely up, freeing the smoke that had begun to gather. For now the fire was roaring. Rook turned and would stand to move to where his backpack now lay after being detached from his back. He grabbed pieces of meat and a skillet from a bag of holding and would set it up over the roaring fire. “The curse of fertility grants immortality to me at the cost of intense arousal at exactly 10pm everyday…I am unable to feel anything, impotent, until that time…I can hold back the lust for maybe an hour and a half at most before I lost control of my power, and I start to…change…driven crazy by need. Impotent I am during the rest of the day, but my body produces enough in that time to fill and drench a tavern bottle, I am simply just unable to feel how much -ache- exists in my balls...” “Why such a thing for the cost? Your cause seems just, this thing could not just give you the power to avenge your people?” Noldar questioned. Rook chuckled, “Well for one, power has to come at a cost, you must give something to gain, and secondly because, Noldar, that’s my own personal revenge on this world, for slaughtering all my people when they found us in the mountains and mistook us for werewolves. They refused to hear the words we spoke and just kept killing, and when my family made our pact with the Elementals, my rage translated to “You killed all our women, so here, you drink my cum!!!”…hehe…that’s my elemental side…my body already has a very high fertility from that pact.” The Lycanroc gave a slightly wide grin, holding up a glowing paw, several stones of rock floated up around the firepit. “Earth and Ground, incarnated Life and Nature, I am a Shaman Berserker…I accepted that role too…but that thing I became then, it’s like an entirely different side of me. I am not that beast they say in the legends. Nobody dies from it…I heal them afterwards. I can use my elemental powers when I’m kept sane, but by around midnight, and the changes start to hit, it can’t be helped…I need to cum. There’s just…suddenly a very, very heavy feeling that builds up in me and it seems the only way out it can use to be known is through my damn cock and balls…” He floated the rocks back down with another sigh. “The Impotence I suffer from thanks to immortality just masks the cost.” Noldar blinked at all of this while shivering, “I think I can follow the meaning of the cost…the feeling it can lead to…” The bold was suddenly feeling very warm, his scales flushing a bright orange. “I believe I can fulfill your third rule, you are still mostly in control at least for an hour and a half, yes? It starts at 10, you said. Do you have leads in finding your family as well?” The questions just fell out of him to that. “Yes, 10pm this timezone, it is I believe, just about 9 right now, so we still have an hour before that. That also means we have to be aware of what the time is somewhere else compared to here…As for finding my family, I have some leads, but I need gold to access the information. I refuse to kill unless another life is at risk, like yours was today, they were going to beat you till you were dead, I sensed their intent.” “You can do that?” Noldar eyed him. “You’ll find my gaze can be very hypnotizing if you look into my eyes too long, that is why I have been avoiding looking at you, I suggest you do not do so unless you want to obey every word I say. You can will yourself to resist it, and if you do, I will pull back, for as long as I can resist any other urges myself…just know my intent is never to hurt you, even if I do go savage. I have been told…that kobolds are somewhat stretchy. I am large, but I am not life threatening to a creature like you, though you may be bloated with cum or covered in it.” Noldar grinned slyly, “You picked me out on purpose.” “I did say I wanted to buy you.” Rook raised his eyebrow. The kobold snickered, “Okay…I get it…I will help you control your curse…” “Tell me about yourself Noldar, I have shown you my demons…what demons do you hold?” Noldar looked down, frowning, “I have just…always wanted a life of adventure, I believe. I placed myself into slavery by sneaking into a bandit camp. They didn’t even realize I planted myself there.” “Clever, you sneak a weapon in, you can be an information gatherer.” Noldar blinked. He nodded his head, “Yes I suppose that would be true…but I was fallen into fantasy about lives of adventure, I was 15 years old, I wanted to leave the tribe and go on a journey of self discovery, but the Elder would not let me, told me it was for my own good. I refused to accept that so I ran away…the only escape seemed to sell myself out to the rest of the world. I had hoped to be picked by someone more…interesting…but I suppose I was to them just a scrawny orange thing, mountain dweller kobold that I was…” “You’ve gotten stronger since then. Facing everything you did today. Perhaps you are ready for adventure. Tales you could bring back to them and show them you were successful. A proven kobold…they get a different kind of respect in the world. In five days, there is a tournament, a tag team kind that I believe I can trust you to watch my back in. I have some rep already, as a mercenary, but the legend still stains my reputation even to those that never see that part of me, I try to keep it very well hidden, by locking myself down here in this cage, but sometimes…I lose track of time…my crazed self comes across some unfortunately soul and I force myself upon them, using hypnosis to make them feel my own need, they don’t even really -get- a choice, I just force the lust upon them…again…it’s my revenge upon the world…a personal demon I am trusting someone else to help me defeat, I shall introduce you to them tomorrow. I believe he will like how clever you are.” “Then we are both basically nobodies.” Noldar sighed, a little overwhelmed, “You are definitely not what that rumor says.” “Words of an angry man. I bedded his wife and also his son. He barged in at just the right time…” Rook grinned. “If I ever have to return to his town again and he hears I am there I am sure there will be blood.” Noldar laughed at what the Lycanroc said. “I have real power to offer you, you know that right? I do not have magic, I am not immortal. I am just from a small tribe in the mountains, I know legends and ways of natural life hehe…You sound like you are targeting things that could look at me and just blast me with its breath of ice or fire. Elementals in rage…” “I’ll give you armor that will protect you just as well as my fur protects myself. But there will be a cost for crafting such a thing for you. I hesitate to tell you, so I will let your first reaction to it be your decision when the time comes to collect it.” Noldar nodded, “All right.” The smell of the cooking meat was starting to fill the air while Rook rumbled. “I am glad you are so relaxed even after being told all that. I honestly didn’t think I’d have to go that deep into it so quickly, I hoped you’d just submit once it happened, but I honestly do not want you to be afraid of me. The lust just makes me really Alpha like, but hell, I’ll even ride you if you offer that to me, that stimulation works too.” Noldar blinked in understanding of the statement, but he questioned “You are not able to pleasure yourself during the time after onset?” “Oh I can, but my own paws…the knowledge of it being my own paws…it prevents me from reaching climax, it’s just a lot of precum. The pressure just keeps building and building from there. I’ll lose consciousness and that other side of me takes over at 12pm, or at least, shortly afterwards, and I believe by the claw marks I probably run circles trying to get out, unable to use my Elemental powers in that form. I wake up at Noon the next day usually feeling dead on my feet in…gallons of cum, apparently my body is just eventually unable to contain itself at some point in the night.” Rook sighed and huffed, looking at the meat cooking for a silent moment. “On those nights it means I go completely without sleep…I’ve gotten used to being up for nearly 72 hours straight these days, but it seriously diminishes my ability to stay focused and get things done, so I need you to assist me so that I can sleep normally…” The Lycanroc reached out to grab at some of the sticks that the meat was stuck on, pulling them off the skewer. He offered one of them to Noldar, which had 4 meat chunks on it, while he kept the other which had 5. Noldar was fine with this, being glad to even be offered something that looked so juicy and meaty to not care that it wasn’t as much. “The last time I had something that looked like this was with my Clan.” Noldar rumbled happily, and the both of them began to eat while they kept speaking to each other. Rook smiled and chuckled, the way the kobold seemed to just accept his lack of sleep in favor of food made him start laughing. “What was your clan like? What did you do there?” “Oh…I was a path scout. Um, my duties just usually entailed greeting travelers passing through the valley and making sure they knew the laws of our Tribe, hunting for food and making sure no one was hostile to our being there like salvers or trappers.” Rook slightly narrowed his eyes with an interested head tilt. “What laws did your tribe go by?” “The first being that they had to strip down to nothing but their undergarments. Clothing wasn’t allowed while passing through the valley. Reason being led into the other laws, sex was an acceptable method of trade for us, pleasure for goods. Sex was a widely public activity for my tribe. The mountains kept our valley well hidden and protected, so we were very open. We have hot springs nearby, very good farmland. We had everything we needed to just enjoy life so that is what our tribe has been for many years. We are about a thousand in number, we have a huge village and a cave system under it that we found was rich in minerals and we quickly learned how to make weapons of our own to defend ourselves when needed.” “Why in the world did you leave then…?” Rook tilted his head, eyes only furrowing further in confusion. “It sounds like a valley paradise.” Noldar grinned and nodded, “It is…but well…we hear things from travelers that do come through, stories traded through words during trade. I would commonly overheard stories of kobolds in the world that wield sorcery and magic, fighters respected for their tenacity…it enthralled me. I was decent with a bow, more as a hunter than for fighting though, and I believe I am confident in saying I am proficient with a spear. I wanted to leave the valley, but my Elder would not let me. Told me staying there was for my own good.” “I’ll have to get you a bow and spear sometimes too then…” Rook nodded, making a mental note to himself, but his words were soft and Noldar understood he could continue. “A slave camp assaulted my tribe several years ago, apparently hearing rumors about us and hoping to get some easy catches, but the mountain's rough passages are good defenses, and while we are peaceful, we are not slouches in our training, they didn’t get a single one of us. After the battle however, I suddenly realized my chance to leave. So while they were still there, I snuck into their camp in the middle of the night, and locked myself into one of the cages.” “You…locked yourself into a cage?” Rook pondered. “It was the only choice I seemed to have.” Noldar said dryly. Rook hummed, “And now you have come here. Do you even know where you are in the world anymore?” Noldar’s eyes blinked in thought, and then he looked up in realization, “Actually…no, I don’t, I have no idea which direction to go in to find my valley again…” The suddenness of this fact struck his heart. He’s been moved everywhere by wagons and boats across water… Rook was quick to try and comfort him, “It’s okay, the associate I said I’ll introduce you to tomorrow can try and help find them, if you know the name that they go by.” “No we didn’t have a clan name, just our beliefs and those laws. We worship 4 dragon gods, gods of Earth, Water, The Sky, and Life. We do not take more than we need and we despise seeing injustices…” “Again…I ponder why you left.” Rook said lightly, “Slavery…even to be able to leave the valley…did you really want it that badly?” “Yes, my Elder refused to explain herself, so I ran away…” Noldar said sadly. “Hmmm…well I hope I get to take you back then, you can tell them interesting stories now yourself.” Rook tried to offer a playful rumble to the ‘bold. “Yes…I think I would like that, I think they would like you as well.” The kobold looked up at him, a sudden, very sly grin on his snout, “A beast who has unstoppable lust every night, you’d have all of them crawling all over you.” Rook laughed loudly then. “Oh wow…so not only have a found a Beserker kobold, he comes from a clan of naturalists who engage in sex openly with each other whenever the mood strikes them.” His big tail was swishing behind himself rapidly. “Haha, that’s perfect.” “Perfect sir?” Noldar questioned, though he did feel warm that his new master seemed so pleased with his skillset. “After everything I just explained, I feel like I am able to still smile and laugh with you. You do not fear me. Despite there only being maybe…thirty minutes until I likely tackle you and slam you against a wall to fuck you, you open yourself to me and tell me about your clan openly too.” The statement of the time limit ticking down and the thought of the wolf suddenly getting so aggressive sent a rush through the orange lizard, his tail shivering along the ground as he stammered, “W-well I…would be lying to say I wasn’t…very excited by the thought, and your offer of this new life is exactly as enticing as I hoped such a life would feel…” His eyes went a little wide while he held his hands together and shivered, even while next to the warm fire. “Hmmm I think I can see that, ya get really nervous, your scales turn a deeper shade too.” The observation only made Noldar turn even more orange, his tail curling up around himself as he sat on the stones around the fire. Rook chuckled and he suddenly got up to sit next to the kobold, planting himself firmly against him and hugging him against his side. Noldar made a somewhat light ‘eep’ as he found himself firmly squeezed by the big wolf’s arms, pressed in against his side and underarm. The Lycanroc was just a little more than three feet taller than him after all. The suddenly thick musk of the Lycanroc filled Noldar’s nose with the hug, earthy, peppery. The scent of the campfire lingered in it from the woodsy ashes it let off. It was calming. The kobold quickly found himself listening to the wolf’s breathing as he was held, and they both just let the silence hang in the air while watching the fire. About ten minutes went by of this before Noldar, even though still nervous as all hell, dipped his hand down between the Lycanroc’s legs to that thick sheath to cup it, shivering slightly as he could simply feel the kind of weight of the cock inside it. Rook grinned and he rumbled at the feeling upon his sheath, though he let out a soft chuckle as he said, “Nothing will happen if you do that right now, I can feel it but it won’t arouse me…the sensation is like it tickles. I can feel how heavy my balls are too but it’s just like…” “But your body can’t react until 10…” Noldar finished, nodding, “Yes but that is honestly…kind of fun, I can just play with you while you stay soft like this.” He chuckled with a sly smile. Rook’s head leaned in to nuzzle between the bold’s ears as he rumbled with a smile. “You’re welcome to do that all you want when we’re like this then.” And so the kobold did, his other hand joining the first in playing with the wolf’s white furred sheath, connected to his belly by a small bit of skin, it hung heavily with the weight of the shaft inside. The wolf was big, even when not swollen. Noldar wondered how big he -would- get. Just as Rook explained though, it didn’t swell, didn’t thicken no matter how firmly he squeezed, pulled or stroked his sheath along the hidden cockflesh he could feel resting inside it. The minutes went by with the kobold simply enjoying the time he had to get used to rubbing another male’s body again. It’d been a long time since his freedom in the valley. As the time began to near with about two minutes left Rook did feel it though, just like he expected to, a sudden warmth filled his gut and he shivered and let out a few quick puffs of breath, as if suddenly just needing to breath very rapidly. “Noldar…it’s getting close…” The Lycanroc’s eyes began to glow brightly, as he started to also pant in hot breaths as if burning up. Right before Noldar’s eyes, and he felt it in his grasping hands too, the heavy sheath started to throb firmly and rapidly, filling out in his hold rather quickly. Quick bursts of precum began to ooze from the opening of his sheath a few seconds after. The kobold’s eyes went wide as just a few seconds after those first rolling dripples, the bright red rocket quickly started to rise from his sheath too. “N-noldar…” Rook huffed, eyes rolling back a little as the lust threatened to overwhelm him, but he shook his head quickly and tried to control himself. His cock stopped rapidly growing from his sheath and slowed somewhat, but it still rapidly filled with blood. It made the wolf’s sheath stretch out around the girth of his shaft within seconds, with spurts of precum firing from his tip and over his stomach. Noldar could see why Rook’s curse was so disabling now, the suddenness of such a hard erection in any fighting situation would be crippling… It quickly reached a full near thirteen inches in length in little more than fifteen seconds and Noldar could already tell, he was going to have to use both hands to wrap around the middle of that shaft. He had gotten hard so fast, the knot had become stuck inside it too. It looked somewhat uncomfortable…the way it seemed to strain over his length and knot. His balls had taken on a red hue, the fur seemed like it would be warm to touch. The sudden onset of his curse’s lust had his testickles churning in overdrive. “Dragon gods…I don’t…how can I possibly handle that…” Noldar was stuck between a rising desire of his own and a twinge of fear. The kobold didn’t understand the resilience of his own body. Rook suddenly grabbed Noldar by the neck with one of his massive paws, and forcibly rolled him over underneath himself, pulling them to the side of the fire away from the rock they had been sitting on. Noldar whimpered as suddenly he was made prone under the wolf, feeling that cock suddenly grinding in under his bare tail and spurts of pre gushed right over his tailhole and slit. “Ohhhhhhh…” Noldar ended up just shuddering, sudden bliss over taking him before the wolf shivered again and would stop. Heat filled his slit and he whined as his cock started to slide free of it rather suddenly. “Noldar…look up at me.” Rook’s voice stated. The kobold opened his eyes and looked up, the Lycanroc’s bright eyes gazed down upon him, unmoving and unblinking. A wide smile was over his face. It looked…somewhat sinister. That was his Elemental side showing through. “You’ll be fine…” The Lycanroc growled out, although he kept that wide grin, leaning in to nip along the kobold’s neck, as now the wolf’s cock spurt precum over his back. The drippy liquid flowed down his scales to drip off his chest to the ground under the lizard. Noldar felt Rook’s left paw slide across his stomach to hold him up off the ground, grinding him against the throbbing spire as it kept coating his backside. “Even if you get injured, I -will- heal you. kobolds are known for being rather stretchy, yes? How much sex did you do back home?” Noldar shivered again at the casual conversation even while Rook kept grinding against his rear, that thick tip kept wedging against his rim but wasn’t catching. Noldar wriggled somewhat, trying to lift himself eagerly. “I don’t really wanna think about anything other than right now…” He huffed out in a whimper. “Fair…” Rook growled over him and then Noldar felt his teeth lightly clamp around his neck, it made the kobold tilt his head back and close his eyes, a kind of instinctual calm washed over him as he was held like this by the canine. For beastman, a sign of trust. He released his bite over Noldar’s neck and smiled down at him, “See, I won’t harm you like that…even my lust won’t do that. It just kind of makes me get a little forceful.” “Hmmm that’s fine, you chatty wolf…” Noldar finally let out a little playful snarl, “But please…I’m getting so horny…” He huffed, still a very bright shade of orange. His own cock had pushed out of his slit very suddenly with the Lycanroc bearing down on him like this. “Just fuck me~” He growled out, but couldn’t help but cover his head with his hands. “Hehe, very well…” Rook wagged his tail before he pulled the kobold up with his paws, bringing him into a better position, arms reaching down around his chest and his paws holding onto his thighs. Already there was a small puddle on the ground under them, as the wolf’s cock just seemed to constantly leak. The wolf lined the spurting tip of his desperately throbbing cock to Noldar’s tailhole and began to sink in with a forceful push. Noldar gasped as the thick head spread him open wide, and then several inches more shoved in with it. He grit his teeth and hissed out from the initial spike of pain. Rook paused the push at about six inches in, shivering and whimpering with rapid flicks of his ears. It gave Noldar time to adjust, the pain fading as the rapid pulses of the cock inside him quickly flooded him with precum, having lined the walls as it slid into him as well. Soon, the pain was just gone, as yes, the kobold’s nature was very stretchy, and he let out moans of his own while clawing at the rocky gravel along the cave floor. Already he felt himself getting close, the Lycanroc’s head and first four inches alone was thick enough to batter the kobold’s internal testes and prostate. The thought of what the middle of his shaft would feel like or…by the dragons, that knot… Noldar grinned widely. He wanted it. Noldar pushed back onto the larger male’s cock, and Rook shivered as he felt his body hug around another two inches of his length, a firm throb flowing through Rook’s shaft from the sensation, along with a rumbly growl. “Ohhhohh…yes…good kobold…” Noldar shivered from the praise and he continued to push himself down onto that knot, his hands grabbing onto the Lycanroc’s paws that were holding his hips to do so, suspended in midair under the wolf by his arms. It was now that Noldar noticed that the Lycanroc’s fur had created an obstacle out of itself that the Lycanroc was using to lean against. The black tipped part of his fur dug into the ground in front of him to anchor him there like a spike. “Your fur…” Noldar started to question through his panting. “It does that…I’ll tell you how sometime later, hehe.” The Lycanroc let out a little giggle, panting himself somewhat quickly again. “It just keeps rising though…please keep going…” “Use me, just go for it. I think I can handle it.” Noldar huffed. “Are you sure…?” Rook shivered, his paws gripped him tightly, arms shaking, he was restraining himself, the lust demanded it after hearing it… Noldar nodded, “You said you’d heal me anyway…so yes.” The kobold squealed as Rook suddenly slammed himself all the way to his knot, paws pushing him down firmly with strength he’d not yet shown. Noldar felt a new spike of pain as his body was molded for the Lycanroc’s full thirteen inches all in one go. And there was no pause, as the Lycanroc’s hips pulled back halfway and then slammed back forward in a quick pace right afterwards, these full thrusts peeled his sheath back and his knot was quickly freed from it as it bunched up. The sound of wet plaps, thuds, and hips slapping filled the den, and a few seconds after Noldar found his voice and hissed, rolling it into a low moan, his hands came up to grasp onto Rook’s body as best they could while the big canine was mounted over his backside, claws and fingers digging into his gritty fur and rough, rocky feeling skin. Rook’s balls swung with the thrusts the Lycanroc feverishly began making, swinging forward to clap up against Noldar’s thighs and his own hanging six inch length, with ridges along the underside already flared and his cock just as hard as Rook’s own. HIs prostate was getting smashed, along with his balls, with the hard stretching, it sent tingles of both pain and pleasure through him. He couldn’t help what happened, his body was just getting milked…Noldar let out growing gasps of pleasure and moans as within the next forty seconds of the hard thrusts, spurts of cum suddenly just leaked from his cock. It wasn’t even much of an orgasm, it was just literally being fucked out of him…his prostate and balls under constant stimulation through the now fading ache of the sudden stretching. His body couldn’t really process that kind of stimulus, pain had translated to pleasure, and soon the pleasure of the release turned to twinges of overstimulation, sending the kobold into gasping fits and making him squirm in the wolfman’s arms. “Ohahhhh ohh…ffff…” Noldar growled and he suddenly bit into the Lycanroc’s chest fluff beside his head, taking a whole mouthful of it as he clung to him with his arms. The Lycanroc paused his thrusts after a hard single shove. Panting over the kobold and shivering as he took a moment to roll Noldar over while still stuck on his cock. The amount of precum that was just oozing from him had him will slickened and the hard fucking and forced milking now had the kobold seeing stars, eyes just in a daze. Rook chuckled. He had smelled the kobold’s discharge and so had stopped to avoid making the kobold pass out, moving off to the side to a cleaner part of the cave’s ground. He now held Noldar against his chest while settling down onto the ground, laying slightly on his side. His wolfhood continued to rapidly throb within Noldar, and the smaller male was slowly able to reset himself while panting heavily, again clinging onto the wolf’s chest and belly as now he slightly laid on the massive wolfman as his arms kept him lifted and squeezed to his body anyway. They said nothing, but Rook waited until Noldar’s breathing was more calm and steady. The entire few minutes passed by with Noldar feeling the hard and rapid pulses of the thick shaft inside himself, and he could feel how it bulged out his lower abdomen and the leaking precum oozing out of his tailhole was just a consistent flowing sensation down the back of his tail. As Noldar’s breathing calmed, Rook finally rumbled into his ears, the growl sending shivers down the other’s body. “Ya good…?” The orange kobold’s scales had turned to a shade that couldn’t really be described anymore. Arousal and pleasure just burned in him, but the question still had him feel another layer of apprehension and want as he realized; that probably wasn’t the first time he was going to be forcibly milked. He nodded his head in short movements while his eyes were still held shut, his head now firmly planted in the fluffy chest fur of the Lycanroc. And then Rook started again, slowly this time, pulling his hips back to that halfway point and then sliding himself back in, his knot squeezing up against the kobold’s tailhole firmly. The new slower speed let Noldar feel every spreading moment as that thick shaft pushed into him, the middle of that canine length squished again upon both balls and prostate and making him twitch, his own cock letting out drools of seed as it was squeezed out from him, along with its own twitches of pleasure against Rook’s belly. Their size differences let the kobold hug his arms around the big wolf’s upper chest, hands finding and grasping onto those black, rock-like protrusions on the pokemon’s sides. Rook smiled as he felt the grasp, “That’s a good lizard…get a good grasp while you can…” Rook growled out, shivering slightly from the pleasure. The wolf was holding himself back, truly. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to thrust hard and fast, to find that release for the rising pressure he felt building within his balls and crotch. He’d realized he’d been overwhelming Noldar though and had forced himself to stop. As long as he could maintain control, he’d make sure that these daily moments were at least mutual. Only ten minutes had passed since the onset, afterall. There was no rush…this time. Rook had no doubt in the future they’d likely have several close calls, or issues in finding private places… But they’d worry about that when they needed to. Right then the only things Rook was focused on was making sure he wasn’t overwhelming Noldar, and the shocks of pleasure that raced up his spine as he fucked him. The kobold felt tight yet spongy upon his cock, and he could feel some light give against his knot every time he pressed his cock into him. This told him that with a little more effort, he’d be able to tie him. Grrrf he was perfect. He could feel how his cock bulged up within the kobold’s body as it sank into him, making the smaller male’s belly poke out against his own. The fact that such a small body could possibly handle him better than a human’s had never before occurred to the wolfman. Rook closed his eyes as he let himself fall into the pleasure a little bit more, his pace increasing back to the near feral like humping he had just been giving Noldar a moment ago, his balls again swaying with the thrusts to slap up along the base of Noldar’s tail. The precum he was pumping into the orange lizard spilled out around his cock in a consistent flow, forming another steadily growing puddle just under them both. Noldar began letting out short little squeaks as his body began to recover from his shock at the same time these quicker thrusts started. Whimpering as he began feeling the rise of another forceful orgasm, but since Rook was not going as wild as he had before, Noldar could somewhat hold it back and tried his best. The kobold rode the heavy thrusts with grit teeth and pleasure rushing through him, his cock letting out quick and powerful bursts of his own pre that coated the Lycanroc’s belly fur. He was determined to hold off until that knot crashed into him, at least. It was close too, Rook’s heavy thrusts kept making that thick ball at the base of his cock crash against his rear and Noldar could feel himself getting looser and looser because of it. The Lycanroc did too, it seemed, his paws and arms squeezing him harder down against the thrusts for the next few minutes until. *Plop!* Noldar gasped, eyes popping open in shock as that sudden addition of the wolf’s knot had that cock punch into him another good two or three inches. It pressed hard on his internal bits and sent the kobold reeling into a shocking climax. The pressure on his balls and prostate made the effort in cumming sting, his rear squeezing and clamping on Rook’s entire shaft. His cock let loose strings of draconic seed over the wolf’s belly, deeply matting into the gritty feeling fur. And this was just what the Lycanroc hoped for. One of his arms stamped down towards the ground with his hand, claws punching into the stone like hooks. Cracks appeared as he shattered the stone into a fistful of pebbles with a loud crunching noise in his grip while pleasure crashed upon him. The other paw gripped firmly upon Noldar’s hip as the wolf’s entire length throbbed hard once, his knot pulsing with the beat of his heart and rapidly swelling up another full inch to even more tightly tie the kobold and making Noldar groan out as it squished upon his spasming prostate even more. The next three hard throbs of Rook’s cock also had his balls tense up tightly, the first rush of cum beginning to burst up his length. With the forth pulse, Noldar felt the rope of cum flood his system, the next burst followed up right behind it with the next throb. In his dazed mind, he wasn’t able to really register how the Lycanroc’s balls tensed and flexed up against him, the root of his cock flexing with each hard pump of cum. But, as the seconds ticked on and Noldar managed to slowly come back to himself, he realized that he was still feeling himself getting fuller…the amount of cum, and the rate at which Rook was dumping into him felt astounding. ‘Grrrrrrf what a curse…’ the kobold thought with a somewhat evilly excited feeling in his chest. But shortly after that he blinked a few times as he continued feeling more pump into him, his belly swelling up and a somewhat ill feeling coming over the kobold. He shook his head clear and tried to stretch himself out, but the Lycanroc’s paw on his hip kept him firmly held to that throbbing cock. Just as Noldar felt like he wasn’t going to be able to handle much more, the Lycanroc suddenly slouched, the throbbing suddenly stopped, and although it remained hard and filled with blood, his wolfhood stopped twitching entirely. Rook panted and huffed, his other hand gripping the rocks again as he shook his head and growled. Noldar suddenly felt the hard cock inside him start to lose its firmness, as blood suddenly fled from the flesh very quickly. Rook’s arm fell somewhat limp from under him as if suddenly losing all its energy in holding the kobold up, and Noldar grunted as his upper body hit the ground, elbows catching himself so he didn’t hit his head. He hung from the wolf’s crotch and he looked along his body to see how the bulge of the wolf’s cock was quickly fading. “Whoa…wait…” Noldar stammered, but shortly after saying that what he expected began happening; cum started to gush from his rear as the wolf’s knot and cock rapidly lost blood and the flood of cum was allowed to fill in the space instead. “S-sorry…” Rook growled out, “S-should–vvvee men-t-tioned that par-part too…” He shivered, suddenly flopping over the kobold onto his side, exhausted and his chest heaving rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. The sudden flop pulled the kobold with it for just a bit, before the Lycanroc’s knot just plopped free of Noldar’s stretched out rear, already less than half its full size from how Rook’s curse suddenly removed all arousal and stimulation from his body. Cum just gushed out from him and Noldar panicked in trying to squeeze himself closed, but felt like he was only just barely able to stop the flow as it kept spreading outwards across the cave floor, the swell of his gut steadily falling. “L-lay on…your side…” Rook huffed at him, and Noldar turned to face the Lycanroc on the cave floor. The flow was somewhat stopped and Noldar’s gut gurgled as the liquid shifted about inside him. “Sorry…” Rook repeated, his eyes blinking as the glow of them was quickly fading as well. His cock was already more than half back into his sheath and still sliding in, shimmering and covered in cum. No wonder the beast smelled so musky under that earthy scent… “Soon as the orgasm is done…the curse recedes and I’m back to impotence…” Rook explained between taking deep breaths, tapping his claws on the stone next to himself. “It’s a lot to remember and try to explain to people…whenever I really even need to try to explain it anyway…” “Then I suppose I cannot be too upset…” Noldar huffed, his hands reaching to hold around his swollen gut as he felt himself still draining slightly. “When you’re finished and can hold yourself…join me for warmth…” Rook leaned forward and he nuzzled the kobold’s cheek. “I’ll get you something to clean up with first, gotta wipe off my fur too anyway heh.” “Sorry…” Noldar said, before even thinking about why he said it. “You have no reason to be sorry. I am just glad it seems like you don’t need any healing at all after that. Kobolds are indeed resilient, and perhaps more so due to your own strength as well heh.” Rook smiled, before he pushed at the ground with a fist to lift himself up quickly, jumping up to his feet with a sudden return to energy. Rook padded towards the piles of wood for the fire, taking a few of the logs and he tossed them towards the flames, making some of the logs that had been burning fall to the bottom of the fire and crackle. He then knelt next to his bags as he came back and opened up the pockets. “Gotta love bags of holding, good pocket use.” Rook rumbled as he began to pull out a pair of full length rags from the magic pouch at the side of his backpack. He threw one over to Noldar and began to wipe himself off. Noldar rolled to face the fire and took the towel as it landed next to him, quickly folding it up to wipe himself off and then he tucked it between his legs and under his tail, trying to help himself stop the leaking flow. His rear had tightened back up, but it was still just so much. “I feel like you were trying to get me pregnant.” Rook laughed, “Heh, the potent virility of the Earth Elemental inside me. An unfortunate mixture with the curse’s lust. It…” The Lycanroc’s eyes narrowed, before he just tossed the rag into the fire. Noldar tilted his head as Rook’s words suddenly stopped. “Sir…?” Rook’s eyes looked at Noldar and he shook his head, “Nothing, ya just gave me an interesting thought, something I need to speak to the person we met tomorrow about. Anyways…” The wolfman padded over to his bedroll and he pulled it closer to the fire, on the opposite of the absolute mess of fluid they’d made together. Noldar still wondered, “Why did you just throw the rag into the fire though…?” “Hmm? Oh.” Rook chuckled, “Those things are cheap, I have thousands of them in the bag of holding.” Noldar’s eyes widened, “What…? How…” He remembered how nonchalantly Rook had tossed 500 gold at the men earlier that day. “How much money do you have…?” Rook smirked, “Enough to not worry about it, though the goal is still making more of it. I need it to purchase information on where my family is and where they are going to be. Accurate future seeing materials are not cheap apparently.” “I see, so that is the goal, and how close are you?” “Not too far, a few hundred thousand gold more to a two million goal…so we need to score some pretty big jobs. I don’t want to steal, I am not a thief, and I would prefer the challenges anyway to stay alert.” Rook let out a gruff huff at the end. “Who are you buying these things from?” Noldar frowned with furrowed eyes. A typical stay at an inn would cost you around 5 gold coins, a full loaf of bread maybe 1 or in some places where wheat was harder to come by 2 or 3. Things were not typically so high in value. He assumed the value was because it was magical and meant to see the future with, but who had it? “An uppity king of some far off kingdom across the world.” Rook waved his paw, “And that’s not even the cost of buying the artifact for myself, that’s his cost to -use- the damn thing.” Noldar frowned even further, “Why…not just steal the thing…?” The kobold didn’t understand the sense of honor Rook had as a shaman. “I can still be killed…I just come back later. I’d rather not my entire life just be someone waiting over my deathbed waiting to stab me again as I wake back up.” Rook chuckled at Noldar. “Fair.” Noldar shrugged. Rook shuffled into the sleeping bag then, pulling it open and over his massive form. The thing seemed surprisingly stretchy. He held it open with an arm and looked at Noldar. Noldar understood the invitation and got up steadily, the leaking of his rear had finished at least with the rag now tucked in there to help. But as Noldar came closer the Lycanroc swiped at the rag with his fingers and tossed the cum soaked thing into the fire too. “Won’t need that anymore I think, you’ll be fine.” Noldar did feel better than what he had been feeling before, as he had been getting filled up it had started to feel like far too much but now he felt comfortable. He was able to crawl into the bedroll beside the Lycanroc with room to spare and then the wolf let the opening fall over to close around him, and he was quickly warmed by the insides of the bedroll and Rook’s furry body just behind him. “Don’t get used to this kind of closeness outside of here though.” Rook said, his voice taking a firm tone. “Outside of these caves and when we’re not alone, I’m the Master, you are my slave. Remember that, it is for your own protection from those that would snatch you up.” Noldar looked down a moment before he nodded, “Right…” Rook’s paw fell upon the kobold’s shoulder and rubbed him there lightly before sliding down his body and then pulling him close, the kobold felt the wolf’s thick, still somewhat wet feeling sheath squish against his own still rather soaked rear and blushed deeply. The wolf couldn’t get aroused, but he could apparently know how to tease… “Hehe, good night Noldar…sleep and rest well. Tomorrow shall be exciting for many reasons for you.” Noldar nodded again, “Sir…thank you for today…” “Heh…I understand Noldar, your life with me will not be like the ones you had before. And I promise to try and keep these nights as easy as possible for you.” The lizard smirked at this and his tail swished up to lay across the wolf’s hips inside the bedroll. “I will get used to it quickly, I think~” “Hehe, that’s the spirit.” Rook’s arm pulled the kobold close to his body and he rumbled in his ears. “Now…let the sound of the fire help ya slip off to sleep…” It didn’t take much for them to actually fall asleep after that, really, coming to relax together within the bedroll fully was easy with the new trust they had established between each other, as the smoke of the fire rolled up through the opening of the pit.