If ever you were asked to point to a prime example of Beastkin and Adventurers Peril was probably who you would select. With tales galore of how he fought dangerous beasts, overcame seemingly impossible trials and suffered heartbreak in the game of love few could hope to match his legend. Indeed he was one of a scattered handful of heroes to ever reach platinum rank with the guild of adventuring. Stories were written about his exploits and murals and paintings were crafted based on those stories, Plays reenacted his daring deeds. All of which made the mystery of his disappearance all the greater.


Peril the swift blade could not be felled by any normal being his fans would tell you. His nature as a beastkin gave him the swiftness of the cheetah and physical strength far beyond mortal men they would explain. For the same reason he was all but immune to magic only the most primal and powerful magics able to affect him they would extoll. Those who knew his stories by heart would tell you that his enchanted sickles could split the very earth and that no chain could hold him. They would tell you that his cloak made him so silent that not even the dead could hear his tread. They would tell you he was so swift that he had crossed the width of Zoothen in a single day. They would tell you that there was just no way whatever simple thing you had suggested could kill their beloved hero. Equally so they would not be able to tell you why no one had seen the hero Peril in so many years.


If you were to question his fellow adventures on Peril they too would tell you of his awesome deeds and feats that earned him such effulgent praise. Then they would tell you less flattering things. His fellow adventurers would tell you of his pride how he strode headlong into things he believed beneath him putting himself and his teammates in danger but just as much he got them out of whatever trouble he had caused. They would tell you of his gluttony, of how he ate more than two men at every meal with such speed it was hazardous. They'd tell you of his lust and the countless women lured to his bed by coin, jewels, and other trinkets whenever he was in town. They'd tell you about his slothfulness and how when there was no active threat or reward he would slump into a bed and not emerge for days. But for all that they would shine a light on the less than flattering aspects of Peril they would not be able to tell you what made Peril vanish from the lands.


There are four people who can tell you what happened to the hero Peril. The first is Peril himself, though if you met him these days you probably won't be able to recognize him to ask. The second and third are a pair of twin young boys named Feral and Pain. The boys will tell you a story that resembles the truth. Not because they intend to deceive you but because it is the story they were told and they weren't told everything. The final person who will tell you the truth gleefully as he consigns you to a similar fate is a beast of a man called Draig.


Draig was nothing special until he contracted Lycanthropy in his teens. Most who catch Lycanthropy are driven mad by the beast within turned into slavering beasts who live only to sate their most base desires. Draig embraced the beast within and in so doing became a powerful sorcerer. Draig found a truly primal magic and in a darker world he might have become a terror the likes of which Zoothen had never seen before. Instead he crafted a tower from the earth and planned to fulfill a very humble dream in a way that many would consider quite mad indeed.


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Peril looked at the tower utterly baffled. He had been told to seek out a Tower of stone that seemed to have erupted from the earth like a geyser, its many windows lit with green flames. That was not the unusual part in a land chock full of elementals and druids. The bizarre part was that the tower was unguarded, there were no sentries and no traps. The front door was slightly ajar. Even if it hadn't been, Peril could see that the door didn't seem to have an actual lock, just a latch.


The man with the wooden hand Peril had met at the tavern had told him of a plot. The man in the tower was setting up to unleash a wave of magic energy that would result in Dungeons forming all across the land. while the prospect of many new places to adventure would have had any guilder worthy of the card chomping at the bit Peril knew better. Dungeons could form anywhere under the right conditions. When a Dungeon formed monsters would simply appear and that could cause havoc not just for large cities but for small towns, that might be completely overrun. Peril had set out immediately and still only arrived after sun set due to the mans vague directions


Peril shrugged his shoulders and sprinted across the grassy strip between the tree line and the tower. He would not be going in through the front door that just felt like a trap. There was a window protected by a single flimsy lock on the ground. with a swift strike and gentle push he dropped to the ground in the enemies lair.


The room was set up like a study or small library. books were arranged by the color of their binding in alphabetical order taking up four stone shelves packed to the brim. The wall he was closest too was bare save a magic lamp flickering in green flame. A chair sat nearby against the wall and beside it a small table where one might rest a plate and drink. The book that rested upon it stood out all the more for the inkwell and stylus that lay beside it. The book had a binding like none in the room. Another clue was that there was no place for it in the otherwise immaculately maintained shelves. 


Peril wasn't the most well read of Beastkin the king cheetah was more about action then repose but he knew well the value of taking precautions in an enemy lair. reaching down he collected the book. The book opened easily to the last written page in his hands.


"- Should fall into the possession of an enemy. I would be powerless against them if they were to wear it." Peril quirked his brow at the sentence and flipped back to the previous page. "The spell work of my tower is complete. I had been struggling with energy disruptions due to all the trace bits of Dark Silver in the stone. I transmuted it into a suit of armor. Naturally enough I can't wear it due to how it might affect my spells. I am loath to throw something so valuable away. Dark Silver sells quite well at market and it will be worth even more after the Dungeons begin forming more rapidly. I have little to fear of it alone since my spells are potent enough to fell even Beastkin." Peril snarled at the page. "For the time being I have stored the Dark Silver armor in the basement opposite the study. There it will remain until I think of a better way to deal with it. I do worry about what might happen if it -" Peril closed the book and returned it to its spot.


slinking out of the study door. Peril spotted the door opposite it and slid in. The basement did not descend far into the earth, was well lit and remarkably empty. Peril could see stores of jellied fruits, drying meats and sacks of grain along the walls. Sitting in the center of the floor was the kind of oaken chest that one used to take goods to the market. the Beastkin sprung over to he chest pushing it open and marveling at the contents before donning them. The Dark Silver armor was a full set, breastplate, shin guards, armguards and a belt. Peril, like most beastkin wore minimal armor so the fact that this covered very little was not immediately noticeable to him. Peril only wore a magicked cloak and a leather subligaculum  on the regular. 


making his way up the tower he peered in every room finding little of interest to him until he found the master bedroom a fine fur blanket stretched across an opulent bed  that was seemingly carved directly from the room. Laying on that bed bearing not a stitch of clothes was Draig. Peril had never once seen the likeness of the lycanthrope, the affliction being quite rare and Draig being a rare variant besides. Draig was a were-bat. his arms dragged down to the floor and his fingers each were as nearly as long as man's arm and half as thick. Giant triangular dish ears sat atop his head near the back his head looked almost canine save for the way his eyes sat just a little too far apart. Of particular curiosity to Peril was the fact the villain was erect the head of his cock resting against his navel. The bright pink rod stood out all the more for the rich silky looking fur that covered him from head to clawed toe.


"At long last. My Hero arrives..." Draig sighed further confusing Peril. "Oh I had such a time getting you out here. let me tell you, When that wooden golem told me you were on your way I was over the moon." 


"wooden... So you called me out here? to stop your wicked plan?" Peril asked, baffled.


"Oh I never planned on using a spell like that. Dungeons are for evil overlord types. I'm not interested in ruling the world or even something as big as a kingdom."  The green fire light danced in the Lycanthrope's eyes. "I'm a much more domestic sort."


Peril shook his head, one head reaching up to his forehead. "Okay so you created a golem of wood and sent it to lure me out of town with a fake story about a spell... for what reason?"


"Isn't it obvious?" Draig asked, one hand rising to point at the cheetah. "You are what I was after. It's not exactly like I could just invite you over... Is it?" 


Peril shook his head again. "Is this a revenge plot?"


"This is the first time we've met. You've done me and mine no wrong. I know you mostly by reputation." Draigh replied  with a dismissive wave. 


"Then what the fuck do you want with me?" Peril said confused and agitated at the disruption of his free time.


"Oh I want to breed you like a prized cow." Draig admitted with a predatory tooth-filled smile. "You see I don't really go for girls. never have, but i do like the idea of having children and i want my significant other in the matter to be of the best breeding."


"There are several things wrong with what you just said starting with I am a man!" Peril shouted.


"Not as big an obstacle as you might think, I have a spell already made up for the occasion." Draig said with another wave.


"How about I don't date men then?" Peril growled.


"Oh that's not really a concern either. I prepared for it." Draig laughed. "In fact you're already mine. I just haven't pulled the cord yet."


Peril flung his cloak back revealing the Dark Silver armor. "Not with this on, your magicks won't-" Peril stopped as Draig guffawed a barking laughter that went on for long enough that Peril realized he had been had.


"oh dear sweet Peril... didn't you know Dark Silver is famous for ENHANCING magics. That wouldn't be any help to you even if that phony journal was telling the truth." Draig confessed, wiping tears from his eyes. "I genuinely cannot believe you fell for the booby trapped armor. I forgot I even cooked that up."


Peril looked down at the armor covering him in shock. "What kind of booby trap-" Draig snapped with both hands and Peril found out the hard way what kind of booby trap. The king Cheetah stiffened as the breastplate changed to a vibrant pink color, part of which flowed up his neck devouring his cloak and reformed into a collar of red leather and soft pink studs with a name tag reading "Kitten" facing forward. A hood of red leather clasped about his head, his mouth, eyes and ears poking free. Part  of the armor that remained on his chest painlessly pierced his nipples forming into pink bars inside of equally pink hoops. The arm guard turned into red lather gloves stretching clear up to his shoulder with buckles of that pink metal and simple pink rings on every finger. The shin guards changed in a similar way red leather up to his hips with pink metal rings on his toes. Peril's subligaculum  was devoured just like his magic cloak as the waist armor shifted. A red leather harness stretched up his torso in two bands that connected his nipple rings to his new collar to his gloves with the red leather flowing down to clip his stockings to the red leather belt that forced his tail up and away from his back. Then the cheetah felt the cool touch of metal and saw his balls cradled in red leather as pink metal pushed his cock up and against his body. For a second the metal seemed to be forcing an erection before it squashed his member nearly flat, the head of his cock contained in a cage of pink metal styled like the head of a cheetah.


"What in the name of Animalia!" The cheetah swore the most powerful oath any Beastkin knew. "What is this?"


"the true form of the "armor" you put on. That is the Armor Amore. The material Amore is a metal which serves as a channel for primal energies. The spells I placed on it should begin to affect you... very shortly. not that you will be even slightly concerned with that in a few moments."


Peril bared his teeth and splayed his fingers claws ready to find Draig's throat. The king Cheetah took three steps forward with violent intent and then the whole world went pink. Peril had whited out before his senses abandoning him as raw need to survive overtook him. Peril like any Adventurer had blacked out before his body simply shutting down from overload. Never before had he experienced pinking out. the world went pink and it was like he was waking from a bad dream.


Peril was on the edge of the giant bed on hands and knees but he could no longer recall why, until his eyes landed on Draig. Suddenly it was obvious to the cheetah why he was on the bed, he was about to make love to his glorious husband. His heart beat faster he felt his cock straining against the cage, his fearsome expression into a gaze of lust as he crawled up the bed stopping as his head drew level with Draigs loins.


Peril smiled as he leaned down and placed a long slow lick across Draig's member, savoring the taste of the Were-bat's cock as he dragged his tongue up and down its length and back and forth in a zigzag pattern. The cheetah pursed his shiny black lips and kissed Draig's balls, licking the fuzzy sack and delighting in the orbs sliding beneath his tongue. His lips closed around the round tip and his tongue danced and twirled as he lapped up the copious amounts of pre his husband produced. Finally the cheetah gave in to his desires and took the whole length of his husband into his mouth. the tip of Draig's cock pushing into his throat. Peril bobbed his head careful to keep his teeth from touching the glorious cock. Draig moaned appreciatively as Peril purred with the delight of sating his husband. The Cheetah moaned as the were-bat's finger slid into the hole beneath his tail. Peril's cock strained against the cage and drooled pre heavily as he sucked lovingly on the Were-bat's dick. Peril pulled back until just his lips were around the head as Draig began to cum, The cheetah gulped twice before opening his mouth and stroking Draig's shaft as it spurted more of that gloriously tasty seed onto his face and tongue. Peril licked his lips and then Draig's tip for those last few drops of cum.


Peril knew that Draig wasn't done by a long shot, The were bat was bound to be pent up since Peril had been away so long. The cheetah crawled up the were-bat's body until he could press his lips against his husbands. Draig's tongue slipped between the Adventurers lips tangling with his own and teasing his throat. The cheetah writhed in Draig's grasp as the were-bat's finger probed his ass pressing on his prostate. The cheetah pulled back his whole body feeling numb  with pleasure as he experienced an anal orgasm. The were-bat wordlessly grinned as he pulled the digit from the hero's backside.


With one hand Draig pushed Peril over, laying the cheetah flat on his back against the bed. "Remember how you promised me a child when you returned?"


Peril flushed, the false memory of being on his knees face covered in his lover's seed pledging to give him a child when he returned made him hot. "Vividly."


Draig Lifted his hand a deep purple sigil formed in between his fingers. The Cheetah whimpered as the Sigil burned onto his belly pressed there by the were-bat. Peril felt each symbol that made up the sigil and what they meant. The largest heart that surrounded his navel was a magic womb giving him the ability to bear a child. The two smaller hearts would convert his seed so that the child he bore would be his and Draig's flesh and blood. The twin spears that crossed his belly ensured that he would birth sons and only sons. The thorny vines that bound the spears and hearts together meant that his pregnancy would be painless. The quartet of roses nestled in the vines ensured he and his children would be healthy. The symbol glowed softly once it was fully applied and Peril panted as he felt the heat of desire the sigil imparted fill him.


"Past time we got started on that, don't you think Kitten?" Draig said, looming over the cheetah and pulling his rump up against his cock.


"Yes, Give your kitten some cubs~" Peril moaned as Draig's cock filled him. The Hero wiggled and writhed and rocked his hips against the were-bat who pressed his torso down into the soft mattress. The cheetah groaned with delight as his ass was stuffed and stretched to the limits. Peril's cock leaked pre like a faucet, the thin runny fluid drooling from his cage. He was cumming repeatedly but the seed no longer left his cock instead diverted to his new womb. The cheetah whimpered as Draig got rougher not because it hurt but because the feeling of the Were-bat's claws was turning him on. At this point there was basically nothing that Draig could do that wouldn't excite the cheetah more. Draig leaned down his tongue spilling from his mouth waggling about until he made contact with Peril's left nipple. The cheetah gasped as Draig's tongue tugged on his nipple rings and flicked over the dark nubs. Finally Draig stiffened his back straightening as he flooded the Cheetah's guts with his seed. 


"hmmm i think we'll start with two..." Draig said and on either side of his initial sigil he marked Peril with a single tally mark.


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Peril moaned in delight as he gulped down another load of his beloved's seed, his belly stretched out in front of him by nearly a foot as he was in the final days of his pregnancy. By this time the Armor Amore had more or less erased the noble and proud warrior. Ask any potion brewer enchanter or spell slinger and they will tell you that there is no spell that can force someone to love you. Ask an Eromancer and they will likely tell you the same, but if you pressed they would tell you  it's not one spell. They would tell you that if you cast spells that compelled lust, that changed desires, that changed how they perceived you and spells that made them feel positively about you that you could force someone to fall for you. Not true love, not instant but love all the same. Draig had discovered this and then went further to ensure Peril was his. The Armor Amore had filled Peril with an intense lust, it changed his greatest pleasures from dominating women to submitting to men. but more so it had made Peril believe that Draig and he were lovers long parted. 


Peril believed that he had known Draig since childhood, that they had grown up beside one another and discovered their love early on. If asked, Peril would tell you about their first time where he had come early because he was too eager. Peril would insist that he had left for adventure to fulfill a promise to bring great treasures back to his beloved Draig and that he left the life of adventure behind to be with his beloved at long last. Peril fully believed that he wore the cage on his cock to avoid the temptation of other men on his journey. The cheetah would tell you he had never in his life looked at a woman with lust or romantic intentions. Peril simply never noticed that he never took off his "Adventuring Armor" and that it was not terribly practical for Adventuring. At this point even if Peril had the armor removed, which he would only allow without a fight if Draig were to do it, he would continue to believe the were-bat was his childhood friend turned lover turned spouse. He would happily remain Draig's breeding partner.