Arcturus is owned by Arcturus-Callahan Commissioned by: Arcturus-Callahan Written by: Mana Araxis 6/15/14 Arcturas's Misadventures 5- The Bulette Hills Afternoon soon came as Arcturas traversed into what was known as the Bulette Hills. Arcturas could feel the sun's heat penetrate through his fur and clothing. It did not help that the barren, tan colored landscape failed to provide any cool and shaded areas from the heat. The dragon's mountain loomed ahead in the distance and was the one incentive that drove Arcturas to continue his trek. What caught the Sergal's eye as he scanned his surroundings were creatures in the distant hills. Their details weren't clear, but he could tell they were indeed Bulettes. Arcturas recalled the descriptions told by fellow adventurers of these quadruped beasts. The fearsome beasts were often called "landsharks" due to the design of their scaled plating that covered from the top of their head to the back of their small tails. Vaguely resembling that of an armadillo, Bulette plating had a dorsal, fin-like ridge along with their small eyes. These features along with terrifying, large maws gave them their nicknames. Arcturas shook himself from his reminiscing of adventurer stories and withdrew his swordstaff, preparing himself if he was attacked by one of these beasts. Dawn approached as the sun began to set to the west, the tan landscape soon turned to an orange tint as the sun's light shined over the Bulette Hills. Ahead, black and red furred Sergal spotted his goal. Grinning, he saw where the canyon he was in ended and the ascending path up the mountain began. Arcturas greedily anticipated what the dragon's hoard contained. Gold. Crystals. Weapons and armor from slain adventurers. They would all be his after he slayed the dragon he saw flying near the mountain a day ago. His daydreams were soon shattered as the deep, reverberating sound of a monster echoed ahead of him. It was none other than a Bulette, albeit smaller than most of the ones he made out earlier in the hills. "Damn it!" cursed Arcturas to himself. He bared his teeth and squinted his eyes in frustration. He was almost out of the hills only to have a charging Bulette aimed straight for him. "Grrraaa!" growled the Bulette, the creature's voice booming as it continued it's dash towards Arcturas. Gripping his swordstaff, the Sergal leapt to the side, evading the creature's advance. Upon landing onto the soft dirt beneath him, Arcturas eased his grip on his sword and raised his right free arm towards the Bulette. "HA!" shouted the warlock, his arm and handclaw began to glow a dark purple, forming into a bolt of energy. The sound of a small sonic boom echoed as Arcturas launched an Eldritch Bolt directly for the Bulette. The dark bolt zipped through the air, scoring a direct hit on the monster. The bolt dissipated as the Bulette's scaled carapace reflecting the spell's energy. The monster turned itself around, still growling in a low tone. The beast charged once more, its speed greater than before, kicking up dust in its wake. Arcturas stared wide eyed, frozen in place. The Bulette rammed its head sqaurely against the Sergal's navel, knocking him down to the dusty ground and losing grip of his sword staff. "Damn! I'm so close to being out of here and it's going to end here?" thought Arcturas to himself as the beast hovered above him, its breath permeating his senses. The beak pointed creature opened it's maw only to retract its tongue and proceeded to lick the Sergal. Arctura's felt the creature's saliva coating him as the beast repeatedly licked his neck. Cocking his head up slightly, he noticed a large member between its hindquarters. It's member was thick and a dull flesh pink, arcing downwards, the eight inch tapered penis began to leak precum, it's milky white fluid dripping to the ground between Arctura's spread legs. Arctura's next tried to push the creature off, having a good idea what was to come next, but to no avail. The beast must of weighed several hundred pounds and it did not relent from licking the trapped Sergal. Arcturas almost thought he was going to be eaten, catching several glimpses of its dark, toothed maw. "Ahhh!" shouted the Sergal in surprise, when he felt something poking at his exposed anus, the armor still torn in that area from his previous encounters. The Bulette's floppy member bent with each attempt to penetrate Arcturas. After a few attempts, the beast inserted its tip into Arctura's. "Unng!" grunted the Sergal, his ass clenched, resisting the creature's thick member. Arctura's couldn't help but become aroused from the experience despite his reservations on the situation. Arctura's cock quickly became erect, exposing itself outside of his sheath, precum dripping along his shaft and knot. The Sergal felt the creature's girth pressing against all of his insides, it's precum serving as a lubricant. "Ah..hah...hah" Arcturas moaned in tandem with the beast's lustful growls. As the creature drove deeper in the Sergal repeatedly, Arcturas could feel the beast's balls slapping against his spread rump. Arcturas gripped what he could of the ground, teeth bared as the beast's violations shook his body. The Sergals's canine like member flopped, twinging in tandem which each thrust from the large beast. What seemed to go on forever, was soon coming to a close. The land shark slowed down, eventually burying his entire girth inside the smaller sized Sergal. "Gah...hah...HAH!" shouted Arcturas as he shot warm streams of his own cum. The white, sticky fluid landed on his maw, pooling into his fur. At the same time, he felt his insides quickly filling up with a warm liquid. Large amounts of Bulette semen began to ooze out from the Sergal's clenched tail hole. The liquid ran down the beast's hilted member, dripping onto the dirt ground below. Groaning, the beast quickly withdrew himself from Arcturas, it's member flopping as it became flaccid. Arcturas on the other hand laid sprawled out on the ground, his pink ringed taint still gaping. Bulette cum continued to ooze out, coating the base of the Sergal's tail. "I-is it over?" groaned Arcturas once he came back to. He could hear the Bulette trample off into the distance, likely too tired to continue his aggression against the Warlock. The sun began to set in the west, twilight of the evening soon came. It wouldn't be long before Arcturas' journey would be over. Would his luck turn for the better for once and be successfully rich in gold and gems? Or end up as another misadventure in this region? These thoughts filled Arcturas' mind as he continued his trek outside of the hills and onwards to his ascent to the Dragon's Cave that laid before him.