It’s a full moon night at the forest. Its light bathes the land, revealing an unknown path to a wounded white wolf. The paladin wanders aimlessly through the woods, hold with his left hand a deep wound concealed, praying for his gods to not die in this land. His armor is broken in several places and the white, red and gold robes underneath it are dirty with blood and dust
He was part of an expedition of the great kingdom of Soledan against the Darkthir Empire. The forces of light and darkness have battled each for eons and these 2 nations carry forward this conflict in the northern lands of this world. The soledan force was meant to open a new war front in the southern lands of the empire, but after several ambushes and days lacking supplies, the army of the local lord slaughtered the invaders. Most of the few survivors were captured to be slaves for the hellhound lords of the region
Hector Arenthor, one of the holy warriors of the Palatine, barely escaped this fate while trying to retreat and regroup with his men, but a lucky war hammer blow got through his armor and now he’s bleeding to death, seeking any safe place far away from the battlefield. He went deep into the Viters forest, following a small trail illuminated by moonlight. 
“Gods, help me” he begs to the sky “don’t let me die in this cursed land”
Suddenly, as if his prayers were answered, a faint glow reaches his eyes, revealing a trail hidden between the bushes. He follows it, desperate for any kind of aid from his patrons, even if it’s just a small power source he can use to close his wounds. Stumbling all the way, the white wolf eventually reaches a ravine, and discovers the source of the glow: a sword, held by the statue of a kneeling lightly clothed ram, as if offering it to whoever finds it. It emanates light magic, which makes the paladin give praises to the nine gods of light as he grabs the sword
However, his attempts at channeling the artifact’s magic fail. Panicking, he pushes his find further to try it, but a strange growl interrupts his concentration. His frightened mind makes him run away from the place, barely paying attention if he was actually being followed by a deadly predator or not. Once he feels safe again, Hector tried tapping on the sword’s magic again, but he’s too tired to try, and his body loses more and more life.
Eventually, darkness overtakes his consciousness and he faints. The last thing he hears are strange voices talking about someone wounded

Hector wakes up in the morning, wrapped in furs on an unknown tent. Still feeling very weak, he looks around trying to figure out where he is. The tent is simply decorated, with strange symbols on its walls and whatever tools and flasks are there lay on a leather roll. The white wolf looks at himself. He’s completely naked, with his muscular body in full display and the would-be lethal wound is covered with a piece of cloth held by a longer one wrapped around his torso. He tried using light magic but the attempt at channeling it made him pass out again.
Sometime later, the white wolf awoke again, but this time he has company. An also nude wolf of smaller frame and red fur is observing him, with a cup with a green liquid on one hand. He seemed to be ready to pour its content on Hector’s mouth
“Ah, you’re awake” he said with a soft, but still masculine voice “I was worried your attempt at magic would have undone the work I did to keep you alive” 
The white wolf moved to sit, but had to overcome a sting of pain from the wound’s location. He then asked:
“Who are you?”
“Selodrac” the red wolf answered “Sel for short. I’m this tribe’s healer and seer on my spare time”
“You’re a mage?” Hector inquired
“Ha, I wish. Unfortunately, the gods saw fit that I have to do with herbs and fungi for my job. The tribe has no actual spellcaster” and he brought the cup to the paladin’s hand “And that why you need to drink this if you want to heal soon
Hector then takes the cup and drinks it in a single gulp. The taste is surprisingly sweet, just enough that he savors the taste when he’s done. He gives the cup back to Sel and says:
“Thanks. How long will I need to heal? I have a long trip back home and I’d like to return soon”
“Wound itself is almost taken care of” he answered “But you lost a lot of blood. I think you should stay at least a week Actually…”
Sel then turned to the fur holding the medicines. However, he dropped into all fours while looking for something among them, leaving his butt in full view of the paladin. Hector’s heart picked up speed and his loins stirred with arousal. He wanted to look away but desire stopped him. The healer soon raised his back to mash something with a mortar and pestle, but the white wolf’s eyes still observed his backside
Damn it, Hector. Stop. This isn’t right and especially with someone who just saved your life.
Fortunately, the torment lasted only a few minutes after Selodrac poured a small amount of water in the mortar and turned to Hector:
“Here, this will allow your body to recover faster” he passes the contents of the cup to him, which he consumes in a single gulp as well, noting that the same sweet flavor is in this medicine as well
“I have to say mr. Selodrac” Hector says, praying he hasn’t paid attention to his semi erect dick “your medicine tastes pretty good, what did you add to it” he gives a coy smile before answering
“A couple of local fruits. If harvested on the right period of the year they can reinvigorate any man. A rare gift of nature, but I figured you were in need of it”
“Then I thank you for committing such resource to saving my life” 
But embarrassment soon took over when he noticed the healer is now looking at his half-aroused genitals. The paladin soon covered them with his hands and said in a panicked tone:
“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so indecent like this”
“Relax, wanderer” reassured Sel “None use clothes in this tribe, so it doesn’t bother me at all”
“I was…” Hector hesitated before saying “thinking of a maid back home. My soon to be wife in fact” he lied. 
I hope knowledge of my order’s traditions don’t go so far into these lands. He could not marry before his service to the order was done and he received his champion honors. But it would be more embarrassing if the stranger knew he was attracted to males, a secret that has tormented him for years since he discovered such vice
Luckily for him, Selodrac seems to accept his excuse, only saying:
“Must be a beautiful woman”
“She is” the paladin replied. With the situation defused he turned to other matters “Can you tell me what happened to my gear”
“Oh, yes, I forgot. Your clothes were unsalvageable so we decided to burn them.” The white wolf gulps at this information “Your armor might be able to be repaired but we don’t have a smith and we’re too far from any city, so it’s stored with our weapons. Your sword is there as well”
“I… see. Will you travel somewhere where I can find new clothes then? I rather not return home nude”
“We’re going on a hunting trip and then a short pilgrimage to a sacred glade in the region. You could go west until you find a village, but I personally think you should stay with us until we are done and we go there to sell our furs. Even if you were at full strength the Viters forest is a very dangerous place”
“I understand. Won’t I be a burden, though?”
“Nah, we have plenty of supplies. Also, if you want, I think the rest of the men will welcome an extra head in the hunts”
“I see, I’ll help whenever I can once I’m up again” Selodrac then stands up and says:
“I’m heading off to eat and once I’m done, I’ll bring back some for you. For now, rest more, you’re still far from well” Hector nods, trying to ignore the man’s sheathed dick as he lays back on the fur mat and the healer left the tent

The red furred healer is now outside, revealing a small circle of fur tents around a somewhat large campfire. Several muscular male wolves were sitting by it, eating bits of a large deer that was cooking on the fire. They talked about how well things were going and a few are getting frisky with each other, a pair even already sucking each other’s dicks
Sel turns to a large, muscular black furred wolf at the center and sits beside him. The black wolf gives a chunk of meat to him, and then says:
“So, you think it’ll work?” the red wolf chuckles before answering
“Work? Dad, I never saw a paladin so easy to fluster. When he saw my ass, he was frozen in anxiety and I know he was struggling to not jump in and fuck it” His father and 2 other wolves who were paying attention laughed
“Guess we have the prize guaranteed then. So, what else did Avedan told you?”
“Just to bring the paladin once he had succumbed to temptation, but the ritual seems to work better if the person who first fucks his ass is the one receiving the gift”
“Good, I wanted the first go on that virgin butt anyway” He stood up displaying his muscular body and large genitals for him “Soon, this tribe will have a hellhound chieftain. Eran Duskthorn might even give us some land to grow fat and lazy on. And…” he grabbed his lean son “you made this possible, my son” and kissed him like a lover

Hector’s sleep is restless. His dreams are plagued with the image of a naked, muscular and masculine figure emanating light, tempting him to pleasure his body. He wakes up sweating, once again with his penis erect. And, to make it more awkward, Selodrac enters the tent
“Here” he hands over a bowl with meat soup to the paladin “Sorry I took so long, my father wanted to sort something out with me” he says as he rubs his free hand on his butt, smiling and apparently not noticing the white wolf’s stiff cock
“No problem” the white wolf says, not noticing the odd behavior “I just woke up anyway” and proceeds to eat the soup in a few gulps
Then, just as he was about to give back the bowl to Sel, another wolf enters the tent. A large and muscular male, with one green eye and the other covered by a grey piece of cloth and pitch-black fur, whose genitals are pretty impressive. Hector gulped as he saw the newcomer’s male parts
“Oh, right” the red wolf spoke “I forgot to tell you my father wanted to talk to you”
“Indeed, son” the black wolf spoke, with a deep voice “May you leave us alone? I want to speak in private with our friend here” Sel nodded and left
The stranger sat beside Hector, letting him get a better sense of his masculine scent. Fantasies about letting him molest his untouched asshole while kissing were assaulting the white wolf’s mind, and he desperately tried suppressing them. The inner struggle was made obvious when the other wolf spoke again:
“Are you alright? You’re shaking”
“Oh, sorry” the paladin replied, embarrassed, as he sat up “still not feeling great. May I ask your name, sir?” to which the black wolf replied
“Coledroc, chieftain of this tribe. And may I ask yours, paladin?” 
Hector bit his lips nervously, feeling threatened by the mention of his title. Suddenly, he remembered that he was deep in Dakthir territory and even if his current hosts are not as corrupted as the hellhound-led armies of the empire, they might not see the Palatine order with good eyes either. Not to mention that some of their costumes might be “strange” and even unholy. Again, he found himself staring nervously at the black wolf, but this time he only crossed his arms and maintained a stern look. The white wolf swallowed deep before finally answering:
“Hector Arenthor” the answer made the chieftain let out a hearty chuckle before replying:
“Gods, lad. So much tension for such a simple question. You look like you’re about to be sacrificed” 
“Sorry, it’s just the circumstances. May I ask how you learned that I’m a paladin”
“I saw the crest on your armor. I encountered your order during my youth and” he pulled up the grey cloth in his eye to reveal the empty socket “they took my eye as a ‘parting gift’. Hard to forget that unicorn sigil”
“I’m sorry” replied Hector. Coledroc gave him a light pat on the shoulder before saying:
“Don’t be, lad. I can see you’re not the kind that delight in causing pain to those who don’t follow your religion. I wouldn’t have let my son put so much effort in saving your life if I thought you’d be a threat” However, he adopted a more serious look before continuing
“However, I know enough about your brothers in arms to know you might see things you don’t like while you’re recovering your health. What we do here is very different from anything you saw on Soledar and some might be even be regarded as ‘blasphemous’ there. We healed you back as an act of good will and we expect at least some respect in return for that. We won’t force you to participate in anything you don’t like, but at the same time you have no right to interfere. Threaten any of us, and we WILL kill you”
Hector understood the message. He was outnumbered and even if the tribe didn’t have any mages, it probably has enough skilled warriors to overwhelm him. Not to mention that he still isn’t strong enough to use magic anyway, and the gods of light have been strangely silent after guiding him to the sword. Regardless of what they did here, he had to play along if he wanted to survive. Besides, if whatever costume they have is worthy of punishment, it would be wiser to just survive long enough to rejoin the order and bring more forces to kill them.
“So, paladin? What you have to say?” the black wolf interrupted his thoughts
“Chieftain,” replied Hector “you have my word as a paladin that I will not attack you or any of your kinsmen during my stay here, if they do not attack me”
“Very well, lord Arenthor” he raises up, putting his crotch roughly on the same level as the white wolf’s head “In fact, let me add something to our deal before I leave: if you agree to help us once you’re back to full strength for a few weeks during our pilgrimage, I’ll lend you one of my scouts to help you sneak back into your kingdom’s lands”
Feeling stiffer over being exposed directly to the large man’s dick, Hector answered:
“Uh, sure. I suppose I can help your people with hunting once I’m better”
“Good” he smiles “Now, if you excuse me, I have other matters to attend to”
The paladin breathes in relief as the source of temptation leaves the tent, though he can swear that Coledroc tried giving him a good but brief show of his ass as he left. Hector tries praying as he tries to resist the lust-inducing leftover musk

The week passed as Hector Arenthor recovered his health. For the most part, he only interacted with Selodrac when he came to give him medicine and checkup his progress. He could swear the red wolf went out of his way to tempt him, but Sel always seemed unaware the few times he pointed out the odd behavior. Other than him, Coledroc also came to inspect him a few times (and also teasing him like his son, but unlike the younger wolf he told Hector that he liked annoying him a bit) and a couple of the other males in the tribe that came to deliver food. Besides said moments of sexual temptation, however, they seemed to be genuinely concerned over his recovery and ensured he was comfortable during the whole ordeal
Finally, the paladin was able to stand up and move around mostly as before his wounds. As the healer finished giving one last check up on him, his father entered the tent and spoke to him:
“Is he good to go?”
“Yes, father” replied Sel “he recovered pretty fast, considering how severe his wounds were” the black wolf then turned to Hector:
“Good to see you back on your feet”
“Thank you, chief Coledroc.” said the white wolf
“Feel free to just call me ‘Cole’, son” said the one-eyed wolf
“As you wish, Cole.” He felt something odd about the large wolf calling him ‘son’ but continued “But is there something you wanted to talk about?” the wolf nodded, and continued:
“Seeing you look like you’re healthy again, I wanted to ask you about the offer I made when we first spoke. Can you help around in the tribe?” to which the paladin replied:
“Yes, I think I should. You have been treating me well since the beginning, so it’s only fair I return the favor”
“Then come” he pushed him in the shoulder “let me present you to the rest of the tribe”
All 3 wolves then went outside. Most of the tribe was gathered around the fire pit, eating or discussing what work they had to do. A couple of them seemed to have stopped doing something as Hector walked out. The paladin saw they were all wolves, with a good variety of fur colors, heights and ages, though they all seemed fairly fit. There were young and old, but oddly, no females were around. Everyone was naked, with the only accessories worn being a quiver or a strap for a knife sheath
Coledroc went forward and spoke to the tribesmen about the newcomer, omitting his status as a paladin. He explained that he was a soldier from the failed Soledan expedition on the Viters forest and that he decided to help him as a sign of good will. The men seemed to have accepted the explanation and quickly warmed up to Hector. While the paladin was initially uncomfortable with the presence of so many good-looking males that likely worship the dark gods, the friendliness of their introductions helped him put him at ease, even making him adjust better to the fact he’s completely nude
Once all were introduced, the chieftain told everyone to gather around. The day’s task is basically to pack up the camp. The herds they’ve been hunting moved up, luckily in the same direction as the sacred glade they have to visit soon. Hector helped fold the tents and offered to carry a couple, alongside what’s left of his armor and his new sword. Once everything was ready for travel, they started walking northwards.
The caravan travelled through a seemingly well travelled path of dirt. Coledroc and a couple of warriors walked ahead, while Selodrac was handling the rear with the weaker members of the tribe. Hector mostly mingled with the tribesmen, getting to know about their lives and their struggles. From what he could observe, they were a tightly knit pack and Cole was a well liked leader. He stopped fairly big feuds inside it and maneuvered them well in battle, only losing skirmishes during his time as chieftain. Apparently, he was trained by the Dakthir army, but left once he could not advance due to not being a hellhound
In exchange for the info about their lives and their leader, they got the paladin to talk about his own life. Hector talked about his training, leaving vague details about his service. However, one of the younger warriors let slip that they knew about his status as paladin. After an awkward moment, they convinced him to talk about his service. He spoke about the rituals and the training, what kind of arcane abilities he has and so forth. Hector even spoke briefly about his dissatisfaction with his leaders, saying he understands somewhat the chieftain’s decision of not continuing serving the empire. He dodged questions about any lovers back home, however.
Eventually, as the sun was almost gone from the horizon, they settled down. The location was near a small lake, whose waters were transparent enough that you could see the bottom. The tribe unpacked the tents and prepared the fire, consuming the preserved meat they got before traveling here.
Hector finished packing the tent he shared with another wolf, and went a bit away from the camp to urinate. Once his bladder was empty, he went to return to the circle of tents, when a strange noise caught his attention. It sounded like a moan. Curiosity got the best of him and he went to investigate. What he saw shocked him:
Behind one of the tents, a tribesman was having his dick licked by another one. The kneeled male ran his tongue through the length of the shaft, before swallowing it. He then moved it out of his mouth and started suckling on the tip
The scene disturbed Hector. He knew about the sexual predilections of the followers of the dark gods, and even heard rumors about how they reproduce by having the males impregnate each other. Seeing the 2 males pleasuring each other, however, was making him particularly distressed. 
Not only because the act is an offense to his faith, but also because it stirred up old sins inside him. He always found male bodies attractive for some reason, and never managed to quite get going with a female. The paladin had struggled for years with the affliction, even almost giving in once, but he thought he had it buried for good. Until he saw the lewd act in front of him. Or maybe it started with the “innocent” moves of his healer
Hector looked again, and saw his own cock was at full mast. He knew he couldn’t punish the act thanks to his promise. Looking again, he just caught the moment where the wolf being blown sent his cock deep into this partner’s mouth, likely sending a stream of seed inside it. The 2 wolves kissed, and the shift in position allowed the white wolf to recognize those 2: they were brothers, the younger one still a few years from adulthood. Yet for some reason, such knowledge only made the scene more tempting. In the end, he decided to just hastily return to his tent, avoiding all attempts at interacting with him and prayed to the gods of order until he was too tired to keep going

The brother pair walked towards their own tent, only stopping to grab one last bite of salty meat. As they entered, the young boy looking one spoke:
“You think Hector liked it?” to which his older brother spoke back
“Very likely. Too bad he wouldn’t interact with us. A threesome with him would be fun”
“I don’t get it, if he wanted so badly, why he didn’t ask?”
“It’s his stupid faith, little one” said the older brown wolf “the gods he worships hate fun and happiness, they prefer rules over anything actually positive”
“Oh, that’s sad” said the young brother “think we could talk him out of it? I don’t think anyone deserves that”
“Well, Alo. If what the chief said about his plans for him is true, you might just have your wish”

The white wolf failed to sleep well that night. His dreams were plagued by the same light bathed figure tempting him to sex, and his prayers were met with silence. Even trying to use magic to restrain himself failed as well, as something still blocked his mana from flowing. And the sword was still inert, denying the paladin its power. He woke up in the morning with a wet spot on his bedroll, and he decided to not question what that might be
Nevertheless, he still managed to be quite helpful to the tribe. He helped the hunters to kill 3 deer, bringing much more food than expected. Coledroc said they could even skip staying longer with such a plentiful bounty, meaning they could leave as soon as the leftover was dried and preserved for the trip. Hector welcomed that, as he hoped the constant work would allow him to ignore the lustful thoughts
And the trip and the work related to it was indeed distracting him, but each night he had to contend with the erotic dreams he had. As the week passed, each was becoming more detailed, with images of him pleasuring the wolves of the tribe becoming more frequent. His anxiety over it was getting to the point that he couldn’t talk regularly with the tribesmen as before, only keeping an enough amount of decorum whenever it was necessary to do so
It came to a head on the night before they arrived at the sacred glade, where the tribe would perform its rituals to ensure good fortune and fertility. Hector woke up jumping from a dream where his current tentmates, Coledroc and Soledrac, were kissing and penetrating him. His cock was hard as a rock as a result. 
“Please, Adan, Minerva, gods. Make this go away” as he was starting to pray again, Sel’s voice came from his left, sounding still fairly sleepy
“Hector, something’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just had a nightmare, you can go back to sleep” but the red wolf sat up, rubbing his hands on his eyes before looking at him
“Well, it doesn’t look like it was a nightmare” he said, pointing at the white wolf’s stiff cock
“Uh, well” Hector stumbled with the words “look, it was nothing, you don’t…” but he was interrupted by the wolf’s hand holding his muzzle
“Shh… don’t think about it, just let it happen”
Selodrac then moved closer to Hector, moving his hand from the muzzle to the rest of the body, caressing his muscular chest. The paladin closed his eyes, trying to beseech his gods to make this stop once again, silently begging them to make it stop. And, in a moment, a vision of a golden light appeared inside his mind. He reached for it, and to his surprise, his lust became stronger. 
What he thought was the gods of order power was instead filling his mind with erotic images of men kissing and sucking each other in a sunny day of spring. And, notably, he recognized some of them as the gods in the abyss, even with just the vague descriptions of them he got from his training. A handsome stag with radiant green eyes took notice of him. He gestured to Hector to join the young fox sucking his dick. The paladin’s mind could no longer take it and he gave in to lust, moving in to accept the invitation. But just as he was about to put the meaty shaft in his mouth, his eyes were blinded by a flash, and he was back on the tent
Sel was still caressing the white wolf but was also suckling on his nipples and lightly playing with his dick. He then brought the wolf’s head close to his and started a long kiss. The sucked each other’s tongues and lips on the sloppy act, while the red wolf’s hand moved to the white one’s crotch. With it, Selodrac stroke his cock, slowly picking up speed until it was moderately fast. Hector grunted in pleasure as he maintained the kiss
His partner, however, wanted to go further. He broke the kiss and stopped caressing his cock, and moved himself so that his head was between the paladin legs, and then started sucking his member. He swallowed it whole without struggle, going in and out and stopping a few times to lick the tip or the length of the shaft
“Ohhhhh…” moaned the paladin. He then looked at his right, the small part of him not fully tainted by libido worried that they might wake up 
And indeed, the chieftain did awaken, but to his surprise he moved in to give him a long kiss. Pressing his lips against the paladin’s, he pushed him further and further into his current daze. At the same time, Sel decided to pleasure him even further. He aligned his asshole with Hector’s shaft, and impaled himself on it. The white wolf flinched with the surge of pleasure coming from having his cock being milked by such a warm and tight hole
At the same time, the black wolf broke the kiss and forced Hector’s muzzle into his left armpit. Letting his musk do the work, his partner was in no time sniffing it, taking great pleasure on feeling the very masculine scent coming from it. But Coledroc had other plans. He left the now corrupted paladin, whose face looked like he clearly wanted to stay all night feeling the chief’s smell, and stood up, a foot planted on each side of the young white wolf and his penis in front of his face
The meaty shaft was long and thick, with its knot already starting to swell. He rubbed it on Hector’s face and poked his lips with it, provoking him to lick it:
“C’mon boy, give daddy a suckle. Watch your teeth, though, or I will beat you”
Whatever made Hector lose his inhibition also made him get turned on by being treated like a son in bed, even with the threat of punishment that came with it. He opened his lips and, supporting himself by holding onto Cole’s hips, started gently suckling on the tip. Slowly, he started swallowing the cock, but unfortunately his gag reflex stopped him from taking the full length. He looked in shame to the older wolf, who reassured him
“Don’t worry, son. You’ll have plenty of time to practice with us”
Then, remembering the day he saw the tribesman getting a blowjob, the white wolf got the dick out of his mouth and started licking it, alternating between that and swallowing as farther as he could. The chieftain let out an approving grunt at the act. 
With all the stimulation, Hector could no longer hold back. Sensing his dick twitching in need of release, Sel made one final push to insert the knot on his own ass. Hector released the dick of his “father” from his mouth, and gritted his teeth as his unleashed load after load of seed on the red wolf’s insides. He breathed heavily once he finished, and, embarrassed after seeing neither of his lovers finished, said:
“Sorry, chief, Sel. I… couldn’t hold it”
“Don’t worry lad” reassured Coledroc “this is your first time. In fact, you lasted quite long for a virgin. But…” and held his still-erect cock to his face “I do still need to blow a load, so be a good boy and get back to sucking it”
Not wasting a second, Hector returned to the act he was just performing before he came. He decided being more energetic this time, and even managed to swallow a bit further. Meanwhile, Cole said to his son
“Sel, you’re not off the hook either. Get to work”
Hector felt a tug on his dick as the healer moved around. Selodrac then started licking his father’s asshole, while jerking off his own cock. With all the stimulation, Cole starts humping Hector’s face.
The paladin first feels the warm cum being spilled on his white fur as his red-furred lover shoots his load. Then, the black-furred chieftain grabbed his head and shoved the rest of his large dick inside his muzzle. Hector feels the large amount of warm seed go down his throat while struggling to breath, but fortunately his partner soon frees him from his grasp. He coughs some of the seed out while trying to recover from the act, while Sel frees himself from the knot
On the following moment, both wolves lay on each side of Hector and start kissing him and each other. Still dazed, Hector speaks:
“Why… why is this so good?” and Sel answers with
“Because it is good. It just took a while for you to see it”
He is right, thought Hector. I don’t know what came to me tonight, but it made me realize that I was an idiot for bending to the Soledan rules and morals. All the years I was unhappy and unfocused, but now I can enjoy sex like I was always meant to. I wonder if they will let me stay with them…
“Chief Coledroc, can I stay with your tribe?” the white wolf asked “I know I’ve only known you and your people for a few weeks, but…” he was then interrupted by the black wolf
“Don’t worry, lad. You’re more than welcome here. In fact, let me add something more to this: I will adopt you”
“Me, your son?” the white wolf is taken aback “I… why?”
“Something tells me that you need someone to call a family. And you’re a good kid, the family needs someone who thinks with the head instead of the butt”
“Hey” said Selodrac, annoyed
“You know it’s true, son”
“Won’t that make the sex awkward?” asked Hector. Coledroc chuckled before saying:
“Ha, you just saw me making my flesh and blood son pleasure me. Besides, I am pretty much already treating like one and that didn’t seem to turn you off”
“Good point” said the white wolf, feeling mildly embarrassed “I accept it as well, chieftain”
“Good, now that means that for starters you will call me ‘father’ or ‘dad’. Even using my name is forbidden and I definitely don’t want you calling me ‘chieftain’, understood?”
“Yes, Co… I mean, father”
“Good boy” he gave his newly-adopted son an affectionate lick on the head “I got some big plans for you tomorrow, but for go back to bed. You’ll want to be at full energy for that”

The figure of light came back on his dream, but this time it looked more solid. It was vaguely shaped like a male sheep and the light that came from it looked like something from the beginning of morning. Hector allowed it to fully explore his body this time. He felt as its hands caressed his fur and jerked his cock. Its vaguely shaped head sucked his dick until he came, but a much stronger load was let loose, in an almost constant stream of cum. The mysterious entity left, somehow looking satisfied despite not having a face
Hector woke up. The chieftain and his son were not in the tent, so he stretched before getting up. The lights coming from outside it told he overslept quite a bit. He stayed in the tent for some minutes, thinking about last night and what his adopted father intended. Abandoning the order and his faith to join with a tribe of dark god worshippers was quite the leap. Part of him wondered if his sudden change of heart was brought upon by outside forces. Hector knew that his hosts were tempting him during all the time he was here, even wondered if Selodrac was spiking his medicine with aphrodisiacs. But what truly seemed to have pushed him into embracing his deviancy was the mysterious entity on his dreams
His thoughts went to the longsword he found before being found by Cole’s tribe. He reached for it and unsheathed it, finally properly examining it. It looked ancient, but somehow still in good condition, without even needing to be resharpened. While he could not recognize the design, it did look vaguely similar to Dakthir smithing. Yet it emanates light magic, although something about it seemed off to Hector. He looked at the golden hilt, looking for any symbols that might identify the sword. On one side, there was a sun shaped sigil and on the other there was an odd shaped rune. While neither symbol was familiar to the now-former paladin, the rune did look somewhat similar to the one used by cultists of the dark gods. Frustrated with the mystery, he tried tapping into the sword’s magic again, hoping it might give him some answers
This time, the power did not slip away from him, but neither did it gave him power. Instead, it stirred his loins and filled his mind with lustful thoughts. The pleasure it brought was incredible, but something else was with him after it. A sense of purpose here, that his skills would be better used among the Dakthir than with the Soledan. An odd calling to be one of them and that the key was whatever the ritual that would be done later today. Hector realized his answers lied on what Coledroc wanted him to do, so he went out of the tent to find him. Once he was out, he noticed a change in the routine of the tribe
Most were still on the chores he was used to seeing and doing, but this time some of the males were having sex in the open. One pair was sucking each other’s dick, another wolf was jerking off and one of the cubs was being penetrated on his muzzle and his ass by 2 older ones. The others weren’t particularly bothered by it, with the mating couples (and trio) even receiving a compliment occasionally. Flustered, Hector looked for Cole and Sel and found them on the other side of the camp, also having sex. The father was aggressively pounding his son’s ass, letting out loud grunts in the process
“Harder, dad” moaned the red wolf
“Hehehe, that’s my boy” his father said it
With one last push, Coledroc shoved his knot on his son’s ass, letting out a deep moan. Sel came during it, dirtying his own fur with seed. The white wolf looked at the scene both embarrassed and aroused, even idly stroking his semi erect cock. He briefly considered joining, but decided to settle down business with him first:
“Uh, father? Can you talk?”
“Ah, Hector. Good morning” Cole spoke nonchalantly “I was just giving your brother a good fucking so we could properly focus on the preparations for tonight”
“Looks like it. Listen…” Hector then heard a groan behind him, from the threesome he saw earlier “Uh, is it normal for people to have sex in the middle of the camp?”
“Of course, son” said Coledroc, as he pulled out of Sel’s butt “I asked the lads to keep it hidden until we managed to ‘break’ you so you wouldn’t run before. Now you’re with us, it seemed appropriate to call it off”
“So, all those moments you were showing off…”
“Were to get you to break your vows, yes. We have something planned for your first time taking a cock, in fact”
“Is it something about tonight’s festival?” inquires Hector
“Indeed, my son” replied Cole “Come, I’ll explain everything as we eat”
All 3 then moved towards the fire, where a large boar was roasted. They each grabbed a piece to eat, and some wine to drink alongside it. 
The chief then went on a long explanation of what the ritual entails: their people were cursed ages ago to never sire females and were doomed to die out. However, the gods in the abyss provided a magical way for the remaining males to be able to impregnate each other, with the highly increased libidos as a side effect. The hellhounds are the key for it to work in most civilized places, whereas the tribes of the Viters forest and some far away villages go on pilgrimages to sacred sites of Houron, the god of life and earth, during this time of the year to make more pups to carry on their families
“Eh, will I have to get pregnant during the ritual?” asked Hector, somewhat flustered at the prospect
“You won’t” answered Coledroc “Since you never had been even fucked and you’re not used to the magic used to impregnate since you weren’t born in these lands, you’re going to need extra preparation to carry a baby” and then Sel added:
“Well, if you want it that badly, I think I still have some of the potions for that. I could get everything ready and explain the steps in the meantime”
“I’ll pass, thanks. Maybe another year” said the white wolf, now even more embarrassed “Anyway. But what’s so special about me and this ritual?”
“Well, son. A couple of months ago…”
What followed was an explanation of the encounter of several tribe chiefs with the lord of this region, a hellhound called Eran Duskthorn, who is duke of the southern Viters forest. He said that a ritual could be offered to the gods to be blessed with a temporary access to dark magic, in exchange for taking the virginity of a paladin on their sacred festival. Houron’s just happened to be the closest at the time. While said power couldn’t be counted on forever, it would last long enough for the true test: crossing the Pit of Ascension to become a hellhound
“The tribe’s struggling, Hector. You haven’t seen it because the last few weeks were lucky ones, but the tribe is becoming too big to stay nomadic. But we can’t wander on and off the forest to be able to keep growing and all major temples are controlled by halfwit hellhounds I don’t trust with my fealty or my people’s. By becoming one, I can make us grow fast enough that I can put a decent claim for land. I know Eran will aid me but I have to make sure whoever comes up to contest will not have an easy time taking it from us”
“That’s… a fairly noble goal, father” said the white wolf “I wouldn’t have expected a Dakthir leader to be so dedicated to their people as you”
“Well, the prospect of having one of the uptight fools being broken by me was certainly a factor” said the one-eyed wolf with a chuckle “But I suppose it’s all clear now?” 
Hector nodded
“Then good. You’re free the rest of the day, but once the sun starts to set, go to the circle of stones to the north of here. Me and your brother will be there helping set up things”

The day passed without much happening. The camp was quiet since most were either sleeping to save energy for the ceremony or aiding the preparations for it on the shrine. Hector spent most of this time practicing his swordsmanship, with his mind anxious for his first time being fucked. In particular, he wasn’t sure he could take his adoptive father’s large member without getting hurt. But he also salivated at the thought of that, leaving his mind fairly unfocused during that afternoon. 
Twilight finally came and the white wolf saw the rest of the tribesmen heading out to the glade. As he was going to the tent to store the sword he found, a strange vision appeared on the back of his mind, showing it placed besides a stone altar with several offerings of food, arms, and alcohol; and him presenting himself to Coledroc. Hector presumed this meant he needed to bring it to the ceremony, and went straight to the shrine with it on hand
He followed the small crowd going that way. The rowdy males were talking about potential boons they wanted to ask, how much they have brought as an offering and who was going to impregnate who. The last one was, in fact, particularly playfully heated. Some of the younger wolves of the group taunted each other over who was going to “bear the baby”, with the occasional egging from either of the 2 middle aged ones. 
Hector stayed silent, but a couple did try hitting on him to mate (while lamenting that none of them will have the honor of taking his virginity), and, surprisingly, one of the older males offered to be impregnated by him. He politely brushed off the propositions, intrigued, but not feeling ready to have a son.
Finally, they arrived. The place was a clearing surrounded by tall trees, with only between them to let the last rays of sun through, which were illuminating what Hector presumed to be the shrine. It was a circle of stones at the center of the clearing, each with several arcane looking runes carved on it. At the center there was a stone table, or rather, a rock with a flat top, currently surrounded with baskets of food, ceramics full of wine and some spears and arrows. The largest stone, right behind the rock altar, was decorated with the image of a 4-eyed anthropomorphic deer, with a respectable amount of muscle and its long cock at full mast. 
The place was crowded not only by the wolf tribe, but also by a decent sized group of foxes and badgers, likely from other tribes, plus a trio of rats (who stood out by being the only ones clothed, albeit in very skimpy farm clothes). The white wolf placed his sword between the baskets and then went to find his adoptive father. It didn’t take long to find him. Coledroc was just behind one of the stones with Selodrac, speaking with a pair of hellhounds. 
The older looking one of the duo was a dark gray furred male. His clothes, an opulent set of short-sleeved shirt and trousers, were surprisingly covering but tightly fit, leaving his well-developed musculature exposed despite showing very little skin. A pair of forward pointing black horns and red eyes gave him an intimidating visage. His companion shared the horns and eyes but was shorter, somewhat less muscular and darker fur, but it had very large wings to compensate. He wore trousers like the taller hound, but was shirtless, revealing the purple arcane patterns on his fur
Hector approached the trio. When he came close enough, Cole noticed his presence and signaled to join the conversation
“And here’s the man of the hour. Hector, this Eran Duskthorn, the duke of the South Viters.” He gestured towards the older hellhound, who extended a handshake to Hector “And this is his son, Avedan” the winged canine did the same
“Good to meet you, Hector Arenthor” Eran said, with a soft but deep voice “Although maybe using your surname is no longer appropriate”
“Don’t worry, lord Duskthorn” the white wolf reassured “I won’t use it, but I’m not offended by it”
“You sound humbler than most of your former brothers in arms” said Avedan “Perhaps we can find a good use for you beyond the ritual”
“Should I know anything about it? Something special I need to do”
“Nah” the winged hellhound replied “I’ll make the prayers with the chieftains and then you and Coledroc will start the party. All you have to do is to take his dick and he will get the boon”
“Feeling nervous?” asked the older infernal, to which Hector said:
“Somewhat. I’ve seen Col…” the one-eyed wolf gave him a stern look “I mean, my father’s dick. I… never been fucked so….” But Coledroc reassured him:
“Don’t worry, son. I broke in a good share of virgins in my life and I know how to handle this. I’ll make sure your first time will be memorable for all the right reasons”
“Trust me, brother” Sel joined in “Dad knows how to fuck a tight bottom”
“Speaking of which” interrupted Avedan “it’s almost time. I think you might want to get into position”
“Definitely. Hector, Sel, with me” and Cole gestured to the 2 to follow him
The three of them walked towards the stone altar and stood right in front of the big stone with Houron’s image. Besides them there were a middle aged (but still fairly strong) badger with a pair of lean of identical, lean young badgers and a fox with lean musculature and whose red fur was covered in tribal linework with a fox cub by him. Coledroc greeted them with a warm hug before speaking: 
“Hector, these are Dheroc” he pointed at the old badger “and Ghelon” he gestured to the fox “fellow chiefs on these parts of Viter” 
“Good to see you as well, old friend” said the fox, who then turned to Hector “and this is the paladin? Well, I can only hope this special offering will be worth letting a poofy priest from the city take over the ceremony in my place”
“It’ll be worth it Ghelon. I might even let you settle on my holdings once I become a hellhound”
“Houses of stone make for men of sticks, Coledroc” Ghelon replied “None of us are meant to grow fat and lazy by staying on a single place” Cole rolled his eyes and spoke:
“It’s your funeral. Anyway, don’t recall seeing these boys before. Your younger sons?” to which the badger replied
“Yup, here their first ritual. Houron’s feast is the best day to greet a young man into adulthood. Twins are glad you snatched that paladin because they didn’t want to be the center of attention” both young badgers smiled embarrassed 
“Not mine, my brother’s” the fox said “He said my nephew here wanted to see how the rites are done in the Viters, and I’m glad I can help him connect with his origins. But we can talk more later. The prayers are about to begin”
And indeed, everyone on the clearing was now surrounding the circle of stones, with only the 3 chieftains and their sons, Hector, the oldest rat and Avedan (the later 2 now completely naked as well) inside it. Eran was standing facing the altar, with an armored hellhound on each side. The crowd awaited patiently, but Hector could see a couple of the males stroking each other in the midst of it
The winged hellhound then greeted the people here, saying it was an honor celebrating a ceremony in one of his patron god’s sacred places. He followed with a brief speech about how the wandering tribes of the Viters forest are important to his father’s holdings and to the Dakthir empire as whole. Hector saw a couple of eyerolls on the audience, as well in all 3 chiefs when he said that. Avedan then proceeded to tell some tales of how the Viters came to be, the feats of Houron and why today was the day he chose for such a celebration. He recites prayers for good harvests, plentiful hunts and growth of families. Just as he seemed to have finished, he adds more:
“Great Houron, your humble servants ask one more thing of you. Chief Coledroc seeks to ascend to be one of the dark ones’ favored hellhounds and he beseeches you for the power to brave the Pit of Ascension you and your brothers have placed to test the worth of such aspirants. A gift of magic so he can prove to you he is worth of greater gifts.” He nods to Cole, who nods back at him
“Son, it’s time” He says to Hector, with a kiss on the back of his head “Climb on the altar and stay on all fours for me, tail lifted” the white wolf nodded, still nervous, and did as he said
“And as offering for such a gift, we have one of the champions of your hated foes, now broken and eager. We sacrifice this paladin’s virginity and taint his soul in your honor. We open this year’s festival with this untainted young man’s first time” cheers came from the crowd as he finished
Hector awaited as his adoptive father took position behind him, feeling eager but also nervous. While once he struggled with his lustful preferences he now was impatient to sate them. The fact that a crowd was watching made it even more arousing. Already he was imagining himself taking each cock from all those naked males. However, his thoughts were ultimately focused on the man about to violate him. Thinking of how he took him in and now calls him son made the whole ordeal more appealing, to the point he was almost at full mast when Coledroc made his move
The chieftain started by licking the fallen paladin’s asshole. His warm tongue felt weird at first, but soon the white wolf was shuddering in pleasure. It briefly threatened to enter his rear entrance, but never did. At the same time, the black wolf gently strokes his now fully hard cock, which is already dripping from the stimulation. Soon, he stops the licking and stands up. Hector cannot see what his father is doing, but not a moment after his face comes close to his to ask:
“Got a special oil to help you take my dick, son. You want it? Or you want me to go in raw?”
He pondered for a few seconds, before saying:
“Raw. I want to feel your dick, dad”
“Good boy, I was hoping you’d say that” Coledroc said, before taking position again
He knelled behind Hector, admiring the hole he was about to fuck. He rubbed his cock around it a couple of times, before grabbing it with his hand and properly aligning it with the rear entrance. Then, slowly but firmly he started pushing the shaft inside it
The white wolf gritted his teeth as the large canine shaft entered his asshole. The pressure inside it was causing pain, but also pleasure. Slowly, Coledroc inserted more and more of his cock, finally getting to the start of his knot. Tears were coming out of Hector’s eyes as he endured the process, but it did not discourage him. As his insides started to accommodate his father’s, the pleasure started overtaking the pain. The older wolf then slowly pulled back, before going in again. He grunted in pleasure as his lover’s unmolested bottom milked his cock, with his quiet moans encouraging him to go faster
The fucking started picking speed slowly.  With long and slow thrusts, Cole made Hector accommodate easier, feeling less and less resistance. His moans were getting louder as he picked speed, as if provoking him to go faster. And indeed, the younger wolf did want him go faster. Now used to the large cock, each thrust was flooding him with arousal, the warm member penetrating him making him thoughtless with lust. He then said the only thing it came to his mind:
“Harder, daddy”
Those 2 words were all the provocation the one-eyed wolf needed. Laying on top of him, he started making fast and aggressive thrusts. He fucked Hector like an animal in rut, no longer caring if he’s enjoying it or not. But it did matter, because the strong thrusts made the white wolf moan loudly in pleasure. The small part of his brain not fully addled in sex let him see that, stimulated by the show on front of them, everyone else on the clearing was starting to have sex as well. He briefly saw Eran and his bodyguards being sucked by Avedan and 2 wolves, before closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling
Eventually, the fucking proved too much for Coledroc. With one final push, he shoved his large knot inside Hector, making him gasp with the sting of pain caused by it, and started filling him with his seed. The white wolf reveled in the feeling of the warm, baby making fluid inside him. A warm hand then started to strongly stroke his cock, making him shoot his seed on the stone
As he breathed heavily from the orgasm and with his father’s cock stuck in him, Hector saw a light coming from the base of the altar. He only saw that it was coming from the sword he found before it blinded him with a flash

Hector opened his eyes again. He was no longer at Houron’s clearing but at a forest, and it was no longer night, but dawn. It was a beautiful forest, but something made it feel empty and incorporeal. He looked around for a way out and found a path through the woods. Following for a couple of minutes, he stumbled upon a clearing and encountered something
It was the figure of his dreams, however different. His shape was now clearly of a snow ram, but it was still “vague” enough to lack any kind of defined features, like a blank sculpture made of sunlight. His featureless face watched as Hector slowly approached him with a curious face.
“Ah, welcome little one” his warm voice echoed through the place “It’s good to be able to talk again. Using visions and urges can only do so much before they become bothersome”
“Who are you?” his voice didn’t felt like it was coming out of his mouth, but rather being projected from his soul
“A god long forgotten. Auron, master of the sun and day, father and brother to Houron”
“The Dakthir… have a god of light?” asked Hector, incredulous
“Had. Before the first war between my brethren, the wild gods, which you call the gods in the abyss, and your now-former patrons, the masters of order, there was a tense peace between us. We disagreed with how the then newly born sentient races should act to achieve their full potential. 
The entity showed a vision of several men and women arguing, with their clothes (or lack of them in case of many in the dark ones’ side) showing 2 clearly defined sides. The former paladin recognized the gods of order and several lesser entities of the pantheon, but a couple of the greater gods of both sides did not look familiar. The discussion ended when a ram from the dark side drew his swords on an eagle (which Hector recognized as Ra, order’s sun god) but was stopped by his peers. Both sides left the place, and even just with image Hector could feel the tension between them
“As tensions mounted, I recklessly thought that striking first would allow us to subjugate them quickly and we could guide your kind unrestrained. With a handful of lesser deities, I stormed the Halls of Constructed Paths, hoping to catch them unprepared. I didn’t and me and all those who followed me that day were slaughtered. They took my power as the spoils of their first victory in the war I started and used it to force my brothers into the dark parts of the astral planes.”
Another vision came, this time showing Auron and lesser wild attacking a bastion. They entered by hiding with a caravan loaded with what looked like idols shaped in the gods of order form. They quickly killed some of the sentinels, but soon more warriors arrived to fight, with Ra, Minerva, Belengar and 2 unknown greater ones leading them. The invaders managed to kill only one of the unknown leaders before being overwhelmed, with Auron’s being maimed several times in the process.
“But if you were killed, why can you talk now?” asked the white wolf
“I didn’t truly die. By nature of being the ruler of such a powerful concept as light, even my counterpart within order’s ranks could not make me truly gone. But I was reduced to pieces and spent millennia silent, my mortal followers having forgotten me and my brethren given up hope of my return. But, by chance you found one of the largest piece of the remnant of my power: my surviving sword, Spring. Once you touched it, I saw your doubts with the gods of order’s servants, your struggles with your desires and knew you were the person I needed
“But, for what? What do you want from me?”
“I needed to reconnect with any of my brothers so they could help me regain my strength. The Dakthir no longer remember a god of light being on their side, so I couldn’t call any mortal in the area to aid me. My only hope was someone who saw light as a friendly force but wasn’t fully devout to the gods of order would find any of my artifacts., and you did. Once I saw you could be swayed, I worked in your dreams to embrace your desires, hoping I could guide you to any of my brothers’ temples.”
“And that included Coledroc and the others teasing me?”
“No, the tribals interference was a fortunate coincidence. Houron is laughing at how lucky we are that his worshipers stumbling across you and needing to make you fall is. Hector raised an eyebrow, which prompted the weakened deity to clarify: “I’m not ‘here’, young one. You’re speaking with a projection I mustered to explain to you what to do next. My brother is nurturing me back to health on his personal realm”
“Ah, I see. What do you want me to do, great one?” Auron chuckled at the deference
“You accepted your new role fast, young man. The biggest shard of my power is buried deep into the monastery at Archon’s Ascent, your former masters’ seat of power. My form will fully return soon, but I’ll only be able to challenge the gods of order when I have it”
“But, how am I supposed to retrieve such power from beneath the paladins’ noses” the wolf asked, feeling nervous at the prospect
“Indeed, it’s a difficult task. And for that, you’ll need my first gift”
The sun god then grabbed a globe of light and beckoned the white wolf to touch it. He did so and the orb dissolved in his hands, the light inside it entering his body through every available orifice. Hector was taken aback from the sudden invasion, but once the odd feeling caused by it passed, he felt stronger. His connection with magic had returned and was stronger, as if he was a source of power itself. The sun magic of his new patron flowed through his fingers.
“I blocked your connection to magic in order to ensure my killers wouldn’t notice my return. With you fully renouncing them, I can give you my sun magic as replacement. They used it to strengthen their own, so your training from the Soledan won’t go to waste. You’ll just need to adjust yourself with the new effects it’ll have.”
“Is that all?”
“No, you’ll see what else I gave you once you return to the mortal world. Your adopted father will also be rewarded. And I’ll leave to your choice on how you’ll accomplish the task I gave you, but I advise you to seek allies within the Dakthir for it. Learn our culture, meet people and share your seed. Once I’m recovered enough, I’ll seek more power and knowledge to aid you as well” he wove his hands, and Hector started to fade away
“But, for now return to your kin, and enjoy the evening”

The white wolf shook his head and blinked, now seeing that he’s back at the moment the sword blinded him. He was still tied with Coledroc, and it seems that he just finished unloading the last of his cum inside. Only the stirring power inside him given by Auron proved the vision wasn’t just some hallucination. The fatigue from the intense sex started to settle in, but then it faded away suddenly, replaced by a burning feeling across his body. Cole was also feeling the same thing, pulling himself out of Hector before falling on all 4, trying to regain breath. Hector crawled out of the altar, his body burning with pain
The pain died down as fast as it came, with him now feeling taller and more muscular somehow. Now the burning feeling was in strange localized areas of his body. Hector looked at one such location in his arm and saw glowing arcane patterns on it, which then settled down on a black color once it stopped shining. A sting of pain came from his head, followed by blood flowing on his fur. He put his left hand on the spot and felt a pair of horns steadily growing, stopping when they reach a similar shape and size to those of Eran and Avedan. Just as he thought the transformation was over, a surge of lust came over him, alongside the previous burning feeling now going on his loins. His dick was now erect again, but it grew further past his size until it had a couple of centimeters more in length and thickness. His balls grew as well, getting to the size of small apples
With the transformation over and its pains gone, Hector’s mind was now fully thinking only of sex. It felt like he had spent years without cumming, despite the dirty altar by his side proving otherwise. He looked around for someone to fuck. Most of the crowd was still focused on the ongoing orgy, but a handful of onlookers stared at him, confused. The visiting hellhounds in particular had inquisitive, concerned but also intrigued looks. Before he could go to the mob of lustful moreaus, he heard a groan on the opposite side of the stone table.
Coledroc got up and seemed to have undergone a similar transformation as his, though several details were different. His patterns were green and, rather than growing taller, his muscles and gut were further enhanced, making him a quasi-wall of meat. His genitals also grew less, thought since they were already a respectable size it means they were still bigger than Hector’s
Seeing his adoptive father’s new body was enough provocation for the white wolf go at him. He went to the black wolf and grabbed him with unnatural strength, putting him on his back at the stone altar. He spread his legs and revealed his asshole, salivating at the sight. The fallen paladin doesn’t bother with foreplay. He aligns his cock to his father’s rear entrance and starts pounding it. The hole offers little resistance but his insides milked his cock, not just because of tightness but also strange movements, like it had muscles massaging it
“Houron was generous tonight” shouts Ghelon somewhere to their right “not only his servant got the great blessing without needing the trial, but he also saw fit to gives us another hellhound to our ranks” the crowd cheered at the proclamation
Meanwhile, Hector continued to pound Cole’s ass. His thrusts were fast and strong, each threatening to shove his fat knot inside it. The older wolf moaned and groaned in pleasure as his adoptive son fucked him, eventually grabbing his face for a long and wet kiss. Hector reciprocated the act, groaning as his orgasm approached.
“Come on, son” said the chieftain “Is this all you got?”
With that provocation, the white hellhound went into overdrive. He bit his shoulder and put even more energy into his thrusts. His mind could only think of filing the man he’s mating with his offspring and that thought drove him into cumming. His knot locked them together as he was already shooting seed inside the one-eyed hellhound, who came on his lover’s fur. They kissed once again as their cum flowed
 Hector pulled himself off after said kiss. Despite the pleasure brought by the act, his mind still needed sex. His cock was still erect and he could not form words in his mouth due to the constant arousal, except for:
“I… must breed” Coledroc chuckled at his state and spoke
“Not used to this much horniness, son? Come, we got all night to take care of that”
And indeed, the night was just endless sex from that point onward. First, the duo spitroasted Ghelon, who was more than willing to pleasure the new chosen of the gods. His nephew then sucked both as the father fucked him, followed by both hellhounds taking a round each on his youthful ass. Hector took one of Dheroc’s twins’ virginity while the badger chief fucked his ass, with the other twin taking his brother’s cock. Father and son then split up, with Hector joining Eran and his group of hellhounds. One of the bodyguard’s took the newly transformed white wolf’s dick, while the duke used his mouth to milk his own cock and the winged hellhound fucked him while being fucked by the remaining bodyguard. Sex after sex followed that, with Hector doing something with most of all 3 tribes and the 3 farmer rats
Finally, once he came inside Soledroc once again, his lust calmed down enough for him to feel tired. With the energy gone, Hector collapsed on top of his adoptive brother and fell asleep.

The light of dawn shone through the trees, giving the clearing a taste of early morning’s light. Hector woke up in the ground, with Soledroc somehow managing to crawl out without waking him up. He stood up and stretched his body. The white hellhound then took some time to admire his new body: his muscles were now at peak aesthetic size and he was taller, with his white fur complemented with lines of mystical lines all over it. He decided to test Auron’s statement about his magic being similar to the Palatine’s by projecting a mirror like illusion. Looking at the projection he saw his horns were black and his eyes now had a dark gold color.
Satisfied with still being able to use his previous arcane skills and intrigued with his transformation, the white wolf-hellhound set to find his father and the hellhound nobles, hoping for further answers. Most people in the clearing were still asleep, most having fallen tired on wherever they were once the magical lust wore off on their bodies. He tiptoed between the sleeping males, occasionally almost tripping on a couple of them as they woke up. A few of the tribesmen already up greeted him, usually with some compliment to his sexual prowess last night
He found none of the people he was looking for, but fortunately one of the hellhound bodyguards around the stone. Notably, it was the one he fucked last night. He seemed to be piecing together the pieces of his armor, that was apparently scattered during the orgy. Hector approached him to ask:
“Hey, do you know where your lord is? Or my father?”
“They went to lord Eran’s tent to discuss the ‘interesting development’ of last night.” He answered “I stayed behind to get my armor and to tell you that they want to see you once you awoke”
“Thanks, uh… what’s your name again?” he asked, while grabbing Auron’s sword from the middle of the empty offering baskets
“Gereon, but don’t sweat it”
“I feel like I should at least know your name after last night”
“Not really,” Gereon reassured “fucking strangers is nothing new to me. Although maybe we will like to stay in touch”
“Why so?” Hector asked, with a raised eyebrow
“Let’s go to the tent, lord Eran and your father will explain better”
Gereon signals Hector to follow him. The walk is brief, but quiet, but the newly-turned hellhound notices his companion is rubbing his belly with a hint of a smile. After a short time, both hellhounds reach an ornate crimson tent, sitting right by one of the entrances to the clearing. The other hellhound bodyguard is standing guard by its entrance. Gereon nodded to him and took position by the entrance curtain, leaving it open for Hector to enter. The former paladin hears that conversation already started as he goes inside:
“… there is one explanation, but it seems very unlikely” Eran speaks “A power that… Ah, Hector, come here”
He was sitting in a circle with the other chieftains and his winged son. Dheroc looked concerned, while Ghelon was lost in thought, seemingly praying quietly before noticing his arrival. Avedan was in a similar state, but looking less like praying. Coledroc looked calm, but had a hint of confusion in his face. Hector sat between him and Eran
“We were talking about the surprise blessing of yesterday” started explaining Cole “I don’t know if you understand, but the gods don’t just hand over the ascension like they did last night, let alone twice. I had a vision for Houron, but it only thanked me for ‘securing the return of his brother’ and said you would have the answers once it was over”
“Okay, let me begin” said Hector in response
The white wolf then explained how he found Auron’s sword after the disastrous battle, how he had dreams about the being of light, finishing with the sun god’s vision and request. All 4 leaders looked incredulous at the brief tale, with Avedan finally breaking the silence:
“That does explain a lot, but I need to be sure. Can you cast a light spell so I can see something?”
Hector complies and summons a small sphere of light. Both Eran and Avedan approach it, with intrigued looks on their faces. Each slowly approach their hands and gently touch it, and then remove them. 
“Incredible.” Said Eran, looking at his own hand “I never thought I’d see the day light magic doesn’t hurt me without protection”
“It is true, father” Avedan says, looking first at him and then at Hector “Auron, the lost sun god, has returned” The last phrase prompted Ghelon to speak, in a confused tone:
“Wait, a god of the abyss… of light? How’s that even possible? How did I never even hear of him?” To which the winged hellhound answers:
“He disappeared thousands of years ago, long before the Dakthir empire was founded and your ancestors came to live in these woods. Very few records survived of that era. Even among those who know of them think he’s a myth or a misinterpretation of a god of order’s scriptures lost in these lands. It took me a lot of cross-referencing during my studies to even consider that he’s real. And today…” he looked at Hector “is the first time I saw solid proof”
“It definitely explains the Houron said before he turned me into a hellhound” said Coledroc
“I… see.” Said the fox chieftain, in a begrudging tone “I don’t usually trust a city-dweller’s insight, but it seems I cannot contest it after what I’ve seen. So, I only have one question: what does this means for us?”
“Now that” says Avedan “is a good question. Having light magic on our side will obviously be the long term gain if everything goes well, but only one person here can tell us what Auron wants” he looks at Hector “Did he made any requests on your vision?”
“Only to recover a piece of his power beneath the Soledan main chapterhouse, at Archon’s Ascent”
“I see. Not an easy task, but it makes sense that what he needs would be there. Did he have any specific advice for that?”
“He said to learn about the Dakthir and gather allies, as well as to ‘share my seed’” Cole chuckled at the last part
“Well, son. You pretty much got that last one covered already. You already have a son waiting to be born” he patted his own belly
“Uh…” Hector could barely speak, incredulous and confused at the revelation “are you sure, father?”
“Yup, I feel him growing already, and the soul bond is definitely yours. Think Gereon here also got a baby from you. There’s probably more considering the amount of lads you fucked yesterday
Hector shook his head, nervous. Not a day after he was turned and now he has 2 sons waiting to be born. A minute of silence passed, and he took a deep breath before continuing
“But, how can I care for these kids? I don’t know enough about how you educate yours”
“Don’t worry about, son” reassured Coledroc “You have me and the tribe to help you with that. And our cubs are tough, hard to mess with their upbringing if you know what you’re doing. You won’t need a traditional household to raise them well” Hector breathed in relief
“Speaking of which,” Eran spoke again “I assume then that our newest ascendant will remain with you, Cole” The black-and-green hellhound nodded, before adding
“He’s my adoptive son now. I know you want to bring him back to your fortress and study him, Eran, but I think he needs his family now more than ever. Especially with all the contribution he made to make it bigger” the hellhound lord chuckled before saying
“Don’t worry, I trust you enough to take care of our new friend here, Cole. You and your father have been great allies to not do so.” He then turned to the other chieftains “Any of you gentlemen would want to add something?” Dheroc shook his head negatively, while Ghelon said
“Nothing, besides that it’s good you’ll let the god of light rebuild his cult on the wilds created by his brethren. If what it was said is true, being connected to our origins will make his champion stronger”
“It is settled, then” Eran said “Hector, Cole. I want to talk about your magic instruction later. But,” and he stood up to remove his robes, letting his handsome naked form be exposed “why don’t we have some fun to celebrate our new era? Maybe even make more warriors for future conquests”
Hector licked his lips at the sight, but couldn’t enjoy it further as his adoptive father grabbed him for a wet kiss. On that moment, he could only think of one thing before throwing himself into lust: Praise be Auron, the sun of the abyss