Arcturus is owned by Arcturus-Callahan
Commissioned by: Arcturus-Callahan
Written by: Mana Araxis
2/11/14

Arcturas's Misadventures- The Displacer Beast



Arcturas, the Sergal Warlock, entered the dusty ruined castle one afternoon. The warlock was dressed in a combination of leather and plate armor. While the leather covered his torso, he wore plate for his leg armor, wrist guards and left chest. The Sergal had fine black fur covering his back, upper arms and thighs. Crimson red fur made up his lower legs, forearms and his front side. The Sergal had a slim, toned build, his black furred tail ended with red fur and a frayed tip. He had blue eyes and a elongated facial structure. The lone Sergal heard from a local tavern that there was said to be a hidden treasure chest within the keep. As cocky as the warlock was, he decided to enter the ruined castle alone instead of seeking others to join him.

Arcturas spent hours scouring the dusty castle. He checked the armory, but apparently thieves already ransacked all that was valuable here. There were no hidden chests in this room. The warlock continued to explore the dim lit corridors and rooms; all resulting in the same failure as the armory. He cursed to himself, contemplating if the information was false. No matter, Arcturas was not going to give up. He explored deeper into the castle, the only sounds being the crumbling of the gray, deteriorating stone.

After hours of exploring, his luck started to seem to run dry. However, he entered what appeared to be the main dining hall, or what it used to be. Cobwebs hung throughout the room, the wooden furnishings were rotted away with time. On the opposite end of the ruined dining room was another hallway, a hall the warlock did not traverse before; it must of been only accessible from the dining hall. There was nothing of value here in the dining hall, so the Sergal decided to explore the other hall and see where it led. 

After a few minutes of walking through the hall, Arcturas entered what appeared to be a cathedral of some sort. The side walls had painted windows, dusty and partly shattered from the wearing of time. Various pews lined the cathedral, some intact and some not.

The Sergal began to inspect the hall, checking thoroughly under any pews of signs of treasure. Still, his inspections turned up dry as usual. After checking another pew, Arcturas stood up and froze in place.

"Grrrr..." echoed the growling of a feline. Arcturas looked around the cathedral, nothing was seen.  He walked to the center aisle and spotted the pulpit.  That is where the treasure had to be. The Sergal grinned and began to jog towards the front of the cathedral when.

"Argh!" screamed Arcturas as he was knocked backwards onto his back, his sword staff flew out of his hand and skidded backwards along the floor. "Damn it, what was that!?" said the warlock furiously.  The crimson Sergal regained his balance and stood back up, looking ahead where the attack came from. He spotted a black, shadowy furred feline. It resembled more like a panther with two long tentacles ending in spiked pads. "I have you, you beast!" shouted the warlock triumphantly.  He raised his arms, aiming his claws ahead and casted his spell of choice; Eldritch Bolt. Energy flew forth across the room, but failed to land a hit on the beast as the bolt went right through the panther.  The warlock soon realized this was a Displacer Beast, a monster that can fake its position.

"Ahhhh1" screamed the Sergal as he was knocked forwards onto his knees. The large monster suddenly pounced the adventurer from behind, haunched over him.  Its tentacles flailed in the air wildly and shot downwards, latching on each of the Sergals's legs. "Hah..hah..." panted the warlock, gritting the pain as the spikes dug into his legs. The Sergal felt a fleshy member poke at him from behind and to his shock as he turned his head he realized the inevitable.  The monster had a large fleshy pink penis, erect from it's sheath. It had a barbed head which mortified the Sergal. Arcturas had a look of distraught cross his face, teeth bared. The beast haunched more over, his paws hanging over the warlocks shoulders. The feline's penis prodded harder against Arcturas's tail hole when suddenly the beast penetrated him with no warning.

"Arghhh!" shouted Arcturas, wincing in pain. The feline growled in a deep tone, slowly pumping his member into the smaller Sergal.  The barbed head scraped Arctura's insides as he continued to be penetrated by the feline monster. Despite the pain, this also triggered feelings of lust as the the Displacer Beast's cock pushed against all of the Sergal's inner walls and hitting his prostate.  Arcturas quickly became erect, his penis, a dark blue, emerged from its black furred sheath.  The beast humped the poor Sergal faster, Arctura's tail hole was stretched, the pink ring gripping the beast's girth.

"Hah...hah...ung!" moaned Arcturas, his body shook every time the monster plunged into him, his cock twinging.  Blood began to seep from the Sergal's ass, coating the monster's cock and acting as a lubricant. The Sergal gripped the ground, bracing the sharp pain in his insides. The monster's growls became louder and more prominent as he gave a few final thrusts and buried his barbed member deep inside the warlock. 

"Hah..hah..." panted Arcturas, feelings of lust flooded his mind, the pain turning into pleasure. His cock throbbed  and cum shot out, the light blue sticky substance pooled onto the ground below. The monster growled loudly as it orgasmed, planting its warm seed into Arcturas. The monster came at least two more times, semen leaked out mixing with Arcturas's blood, dripping onto the cathedral floor.

"Arghhhh!" shrieked Arcturas as the feline quickly pulled out of the Sergal. The monster's barbed head shredded more of the warlock's flesh on its exit. Blood and semen oozed out, pouring onto the floor. The Sergal was weakened severely, but the monster was no better off either.  The Displacer Beast back off, removing his hold on the Sergal with its tentacles, regaining its stamina.  This was the time to strike as the monster was now defenseless. The Sergal rolled over onto his back, wincing in pain and tried hard to focus on launching another Eldritch Bolt. After quickly focusing and in desperation, energy flew forth once again from Arctura's hand claws, making direct contact with the feline, setting it ablaze . The monster shrieked as its fur and flesh began to burn, the fire spread throughout its body. Silence followed as the monster collapsed, only the crackling sound of the fire and scent of burnt flesh permeated the air.

Arcturas laid there, breathing heavily until passing out in the cathedral. Hours later, the Sergal woke up, his ass still stung and felt like it was on fire. He would heal, but it wasn't going to be quick unless he found a cleric back in town to heal him.  He slowly stood back up, regaining his balance and stumbled past the burnt corpse of the Displacer Beast. Picking up his sword staff, he turned back around and slowly walked towards the pulpit. Looking around and searching the area, he spotted his prize; a wooden treasure chest with a golden frame. Fortunately the chest was not locked. The Sergal looked about, making sure there was no one else around or monsters for that matter.  Greedily, the Sergal grabbed the latch and lifted the chest lid open. The lid flew open and to his surprise he found that there was nothing inside the chest. Whatever was here, had already been taken, just like most of the treasure left in this ruined castle. Arcturas fell to the ground, depressed and frustrated. He had no choice but to head back to town and seek out his next adventure. This one was a failure, but did have an interesting experience nonetheless.