“No! Let me back in! Let me absolve myself in the vulnerabilities of the flesh!”.
A light rain cascades upon the world around you, pricking your skin with small reminders of the cold night and dampening the soil beneath your feet as a familiar sight looms ahead in the downtrodden abbey you call home. Pale moonlight illuminates the sign hanging in front of the building, shadows from a darkening sky filling in the cracks and crevices of the rotting wood: “Last Hope”, it read. The Estate Holder drags you through the chilling rain and into the dilapidated tavern. 
Darkness gives way to a dull flickering orange, painting a picture of an empty rustic bar. The combination of stale beer and sweat fills your nostrils as you’re dragged across the floorboards and into an uncomfortable bar stool. The weary bartender glances down at you, then to the Estate Holder, and sighs.
“What happened this time?” He opens, smirking slightly as he pours a drink, ready to hear another story to add to his collection.
The Estate Holder looks up, holding you steady as he grimaces. “Cultists, Poor guy didn’t even get a chance to react before they filled his mind with... visions.”
“Only through pain will you find truth!”, the thought bursts across your mind like cracks across ice, quickly overpowering your current train of thought, and forcing your minds eye to a vision of hooded figures giving lashes to a tied-up prisoner.
CLINK. 
Suddenly a full mug appears in front of you dragging you away from the thought and drowning out the conversation between the bartender and Estate Holder, replacing it with the sudden need to get wasted. The dryness in your thought and the blood in your mouth potentiated this feeling, and you quickly grasp the frothy mug with both hands.
 “Ah yes!” You croak interrupting the two, “Poison of the body will clean the poison from my mind!”. 
You lift the glass and take a couple mouthfuls of much-needed drink from the bitter brew. Coldness washes down your throat and eases just a little of the days many stresses.
“...Yeah, needless to say, his inaugural excursion into the ruins left him more than a little masochistic, but hey – that’s what we pay you for!” The Estate Holder remarks, dropping a small stack of gold on the bar next to the drink. “You know the drill, make them doubles, and keep them coming, I don’t think our friend here is too worried about the hangover. I just need him to not be so... painful.”
The bartender smiles, taking the bag and setting it behind the bar. “He should count himself lucky that he still CAN get hungover.” The bartender laughs as he starts to pour another beer.
“Yeah, no kidding, just take care of him tonight and hopefully he’ll feel better tomorrow, we have a scouting mission into The Warrens and I need him to get some experience.” 
With that, the Estate Holder turned on his heel and stepped out of the tavern into the night, quickly blending into the darkness, leaving you alone in a broken bar with your drink and your troubles. 
You’ve got a lot of gold to spend, and a lot of drinks to imbibe. One quickly turns to two, two into three, and three into...? You kind of lose track, all the drinks you get just turn into empty glasses, and the glasses all look the same.
After what seems like an innumerable amount of beers and cocktails, the tavern door screams open, causing your heart to jump, and your hands to jerk, causing your drink to spill all over your pants and onto the floor.  You gasp in horror and turn to the bartender 
“Oh!! Baaaartender! It seemsh that life does not have anything but sadness for me! I’m going to need some more in order for thish night to be saved!”
To your dismay the bartender is completely ignoring you, not even looking at you, but rather through you to whoever came through that door. Reluctantly you take your eyes away from the drink and move them towards whoever had the audacity to ruin your night of debauchery.
Inside of the doorway is an imposing figure, somebody who you haven’t seen before, but based on the bartenders face he must be somebody who frequents here often. They stand tall, their muscled frame silhouetted against the dark and stormy night. You have to squint with wobbling vision, but you can start to focus on who this person is.
A bare-chested, barefooted, and rain-slicked man stands in the doorway, face shadowed by the moonlight as he looks down. A large ‘A’ seems to be carved into the left side of his head, and the other side is draped with matted unkempt black hair that sticks to his head like cobwebs on a statue. His chest and stomach are wrapped with a sinister chain that starts at one wrist, goes over the shoulder, around the neck and stomach, ending in a shackle at the other hand. You can’t really discern, but it almost looks like his left hand is infected with something, red and swollen, veins bulging with a sickly green tint. His body is marred with scars and welts owing to a long history of battle and hardship and clearly - victory. 
He walks over to the bartender and puts his hands on the table, giving you a closer look; you aren’t just drunk, the veins along his red, monstrous hand are DEFINITELY green.
The bartender doesn’t look nearly as impressed as you are. 
“Damn it Corbon, what the hell do you want now? Shouldn’t you be out where you belong? In the dark depths of some damnable hellhole, far away from here?”
The man scowls and puts his hands up. “Aw, come on Shaemus... That’s no way to greet an old friend...” His scowl twists into a smile “Especially one with coin as good as mine...”
His voice... It slithers out of his mouth and seeps into your ears. It’s cold, calculating, and there’s something wrong with it. It almost sounds like there are two people... No, one person and one thing speaking at the same time. It’s unnatural and it sends a chill down your spine.
“Old friend my ass! You single-handedly caused half of my brothel staff to quit you demon! Every man or woman you go to a room with ends up leaving the very same night! You’re driving me out of business! There’s only so many whores in this town!”
The scarred man starts to frown “Is that really my fault? Or are you just not paying them enough? Hell for all you know maybe they’ve left this dump to hole up with me, I give them something that they could never get… here” He motions towards you, you open your mouth to defend your pride, but the bartender speaks before you can slur out a defense.
The bartender stands up abruptly and points at the door with a quivering hand, “You get the hell out of my bar right now or I’ll throw you out!” He shrieked, startling you and causing Corbon's eyebrows to raise.
Corbon bemusedly shakes his head no and sits down at the bar next to you. “Shaemus we both know that isn’t going to happen. If I really wanted to, I could paint this tavern red with you and whoever else is desperate enough to drink here.” He gestures to Shaemus’ arm, pointing out how much it was shaking.
Shaemus drags his hand across his face, muttering to himself “Oh gods, first a masochistic drunk and now-”
Corbon starts to rummage around his pack, “Besides, I’m not here to fight, you know what I’m here for.” He pulls out a fat sack from his pack and drops it on the bar. Emeralds and Rubies spill out falling onto the beer covered counter top, swimming in the amber. You can’t help but stare with your mouth agape, you’ve never seen that much wealth before, there’s at least twelve thousand coins worth of gold sitting right before you.
“Last trek ended up going pretty well for us, and I wanted to share some of this with you, I felt that a little celebration is in order... “. He crosses his arms behind his head, demonstrating the rippling muscle that holds up the sickening chain. “Now come on Shaemus, I know that a couple coins is worth more to you than some used up harlot, there’s got to be somebody here who doesn’t know about my... reputation”.
Corbon leans back, crossing his legs, looking up at Shaemus expectantly, Shaemus himself staring at the wealth now sitting on the bar, brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, his eyes light up.
He suddenly turns and puts his arm around you. “Well, it just so happens that I got a new whore tonight, right... uh?” He looks at you with a pleading look on his face.
“Anon.”
“Ah yes Anon, just so happens that he has just the right inclination for your.... needs, and, you can have him for the night! Right anon? Do a good job and I’ll give you 1000 gold, AND all the bottles you can carry with you tomorrow!”.
A thousand coins! That’s enough to get some better armor and weaponry down at the smithy! Plus as many bottles as you can carry! All you have to do is have sex? Maybe it’s the booze, maybe it’s the fact that you already swing for the other team, but that sounds like a pretty good deal!
“Uh, sure?”
“Great!” Shaemus stands up looking relieved, forcing himself to take his eyes off of the fortune in front of him. “Corbon you know the drill, upstairs, room in the far far far back, try to keep quiet, and don’t kill the man! I cleaned up the mess you left last time, should be just the way you like it!”
“Wait”, you think to yourself, “Don’t kill the man….?”. What exactly have you gotten yourself into?
He practically jumps with joy as he grabs the key and tosses it to Corbon. “By the way, this little slut likes it rough!”
“Rough?!” you think to yourself before being grabbed by the shirt and hauled up the stairs by Corbon. “Maybe rough is better though...” The cultists visions sweep back into your mind, filling it with lustful visions of the man dragging you up the stairs, you can almost hear them whisper. “Give penance through your body, for whatever means necessary!”
Corbon kicks open the door and shoves you inside onto the bed. You fall face first onto a large queen, well used, and stained with god knows what. Pillows, soft and silky, caress your skin, faux romance to prepare for the nights undertaking.
“Get up and undress” He hisses, arms crossed across his chest. You stand up from the bed and begin to undo your shirt, before faulting for a minute; Is this really what you want to do?
Instantly your mind is filled with voices from afar “Give to him what he needs, let him take from you what he owns”. A quick flash overwhelms your vision, and you now see a group of excited cultists gathered, looking at YOU. You notice one male reaching down, starting to undo his robes, as you notice another lean in to whisper in another’s ear. Even though you’re miles away, you can hear it as clear as day… “Corbon!”. Soon the thought is ripped away and the man returns to your vision, staring expectantly at you. “Yes, this is what you NEED to do”.
Your shirt and pants come off quickly, followed by your drawers. You soon stand naked in front of him, vulnerable, and on full display. You shyly put your hands in front of yourself.
“NO!” Corbon barks, making you jump. “YOU don’t hide anything from me. Tonight YOU belong to ME, if I don’t tell you to do something, you DON’T do it. Remove your arms, meat, let me see what I get to take.”
You quickly follow the orders of the high-leveled hero, raising your arms above your head, exposing your entire body to the drafty room and Corbon’s piercing gaze.
“Good boy, At least you know your place... Now, turn around, meat.”
You slowly turn around and give Corbon everything he asks for. You feel his gaze wander over every intimate part of your body, feeling him devour you with his eyes, a butcher sizing up a cut of pork.
You eventually reach full circle and meet his gaze again, arms still above your head. He smiles at you with a sinister look in his eyes.
“Now, I want you to watch what happens, and don’t scream, screaming isn’t going to change anything.”
Corbon looks up to the ceiling and closes his eyes. You feel the musty air around you become significantly heavier, and you swear you could see that the amount of light in the room dropped significantly. Soon Corbon's body begins to change. His facial features elongate and contort painfully, a snout begins to protrude from his face, horns begin to split from his skull. 
Your mouth falls open as it slowly dawns on you what is happening. Your pulse picks up the pace until you hear it beating against your ears, you involuntarily draw a breath and hold it, mesmerized by the demonic transformation taking place before you.
Corbon’s chest and stomach begin to expand, toned flesh giving way to muscled hair, pushing forward against the chains until they fall off his growing body. His arms ripple and contort, muscles shifting painfully across the new frame building beneath them, the sickly veins visibly pumping blood down to the hands as they elongate and sharpen into thick claws. His feet stretch and scratch the floorboards until they resemble a dog’s hind legs, with the legs themselves splitting open his tattered shorts until the man that was once in front of you is gone, replaced with this demonic hell hound.
You gulp and let out the breath you’ve been holding, sucking fresh air in when the stench hits you. The musty air of a cheap brothel room being replaced with a powerful bestial musk. It’s like nothing you’ve ever smelled before, like brimstone mixed in with fur, blended with the unmistakable scent of pure masculinity and sex. Before you can pinpoint where the smell is coming from, you notice that the shorts that he was once wearing are now nothing more than strips of cloth by his feet.
Your gaze slowly travels up his leg to where his pride is, eyes lustfully taking in the view of his sheathed cock, a bright red cock-tip peeking out, drooling a pale green fluid that runs down the length of his sheath before gliding over a hairless, plump, low-hanging sack.
Corbon takes a step forward towards you.
“Do you like what you see anon?” As with body – is with voice. The smooth, silky layered voice he once had is now gone, completely replaced with a bestial guttural that comes from no man. He quickly makes his way over, towering over you and lets you take in a good look at his new body.
Soon your own body gives in to the starkness of its environment. Whether it be a dry spell, the smell of sex, or the visions, soon it begins to stir under these new circumstances. The beating in your ears synchronizing with a pulsing of your loins, and soon you find yourself at full attention in front your hungry bed mate.
“Your own body betrays you, boy…” He coos, reach down with a clawed hand and grasping your manhood tightly “In the presence of real power you want it more than I do”
The feeling of his rough hands grasping your pride sends shivers down your spine, why can’t you resist this? A dark voice returns, “Let him tear into your body, you want nothing more than to be a rut.”
You consciously resist but the words start seeping from your mouth “Please… take me, beast… Show me what a real hero feels like.” You can’t even stop the words from dripping with lust and wanting as your dick’s lifeblood pumps under the monster’s grip.
The beast grabs you roughly by your hair, forcing you down on your knees in front of him, his pride freely hanging in front of you, “Savor the taste and smell, wench, If you want to know what a real hero feels like, you have to start with the basics.”
“You were born for this, give him what he needs.” Cultists  - now giddy with anticipation and in various states of undress and pleasure quickly dance across your mind.
Without hesitation you begin to satisfy the demon’s lust. You open your mouth, letting your tongue roll out, placing it at the bottom of his sack. The musk is overpowering as you begin to curiously taste him, his sheath sitting inches from your nostrils, the smell of sweat and seed overpowering as you explored him. Your engorged cock bounces below, fully erect, as your body betrays just how much you were enjoying this.
You drag your tongue on and around his sack, coating every inch with a slick sheen of saliva, savoring every centimeter of grimy, sweaty skin. You hear him sigh above you, his hand rubbing the back of your head, pushing you forward, deeper into his crotch.
“You may be a foul hero, but you will make for a great fuck. I’ve never seen somebody so quick to give in to their desire.”
You notice his clawed hand droop down over your past your head, pointing down at your own cock. “Even your body knows were you belong.”
His words cause your mouth to work even more quickly, eager to please the hulking demon, the smug belittling only causing you to want him even more. 
The hand moves closer and grasps your neck, he squeezes it slightly, dragging you away from his sack and up towards his opening. The tip now fully out, revealing a tapered, inhuman head, freely oozing precum.
You don’t even need his guidance as you quickly push forward, thrusting your tongue into his sheath as far as it can go, fully cementing the bottom of his sheathed cock onto your tongue. The taste…
“Savor the moment, some have a calling towards repentance, some are born to satisfy.”.
The full taste of this monster’s dick completely envelops your mouth. Salt and reproductive fluid coat your tongue as it hugs the bottom of his cock, the heat of his member warming it up. Your breathing gets quicker as you eagerly lap up the slime coating the bottom of his dick, desperately beckoning it out of its shell. Precum begins to drip onto your nose and face, intoxicating you with his seed and marking you as his bitch. The sex in the air and in your mouth causes your head to swim with lust, as you bring one hand up fondle his sack, directing the other one down below to massage your own throbbing need.
As you begin to lose yourself in your own desires, you hear the beast hiss and feel the hand on your neck tighten as he drags you away from his dick, leaving your tongue out, lopsided as you stare at his slowly emerging length, eager to feel it again in your mouth. You feel a hot smack on your face as he spits on you, forcing your face to look up at him from underneath his sheath before a growl falls from his lips
 “You’re here to service ME. Do you understand? Everything you have WILL be given to me, I don’t care if you get to finish or not. I don’t care if it’s enjoyable. The only time you’re allowed release is if I fuck it out of you. Is this clear?”.
You quickly realize your mistake moving your hand off your dick onto his, rubbing it idly as you quickly nod your head, whether out of fear, or out of desire to see where this liaison goes, your lust-addled brain can’t decide.
“Good, enough of this, you’ve clearly proven that you understand what you’re here for.”
He quickly stands you up and ushers you back towards the bed, pushing you down face first, bending you over and spreading your legs apart. The rubbing of the sheets against your aching prick causes shivers to run from your dick to your stomach, staining the dirty sheets with more evidence of a bitch well-bedded.
“Now, for the main course” You hear as you feel a finger trace up from your thigh to your entrance. Soon both hands lay on your backside, spreading it open and exposing it to the cold air and the beast. Soon cold air is replaced by warm breath as you sense him kneeling behind you, getting a good look at your ass. Soon after that, the hot breath was followed by a thick heat as his tongue began to wiggle its way inside of you.
You don’t even bother to stifle your moans as the creature behind you prods deep inside of you with his bestial tongue. It’s much longer than it has a right to be, and scratches all the right places. A rough smack on your left ass cheek juxtaposes a sharp sting with the pleasures of his tongue, really hammering home who the one in power is.
Soon you feel your insides coated with saliva as he removes his face from your bottom, you begin to whimper softly, already missing the feeling of a piece of him inside of you, but he doesn’t leave you waiting long. Soon you feel a hot tip pressing against your asshole, eager to be let inside.
“Nice and tight, I’m really going to enjoy loosening you up a bit, isn’t that what you want?”
His claws grasp the hair on the back of your head, pulling back harshly, forcing you to look at him; smugly, expectantly.
“Oh gods, please…” You groan, grinding your hips forward into the bed, and backwards against his throbbing cock.
“Let him show you what your worth really is” 
The cultists are now in a frenzy, some already undressed and in various states of sexual pleasure, others still clothed and standing. Waiting.
The words almost seem forced from your mouth, but you start to feel that this is something you really want. “Please take from me what you want. I want it, I need it…”
You see the quick glimmer of a sharp-toothed grin before he shoves your face back into the mattress, other hand grabbing your arm and pulling it behind your back. He roughly pushes quickly into you, stuffing you with the first four inches of his fiery warmth.
It quickly scrapes against your prostate as you feel your legs go weak against the bed. You lay heavy on the mattress with him slightly supporting you by the arm. He gives you a little time to adjust to the first four inches, before pulling out slightly, and pushing back deeper another inch. You feel rough nubs pop one after another into your body as his alien dick pushes deep inside you as you give him the most intimate way thing can give.
You hear his breathing quicken as he starts to pant and thrust, building up a rhythm and coating your insides with his hellish precum. It slowly coats every inch of your backside, slowly spilling out and rolling down your sack, making you take notice of the fact that it actually felt hot.
Soon you start to feel your own cock begin to leak as his constant thrusting pushes the nubs on the top of his dick over your prostate again and again, slowly massaging and milking it. It coaxed pulses of pleasure that radiated out from within you, causing you to involuntarily contract on the foreign body making itself at home inside of you.
	You hear the beast moan as he pushes himself deeply into you, warmth spreading through your bottom. You feel yourself involuntarily pushing back, wanting to feel every inch of his cock scrape against your willing and open hole. You expected to feel completion in the rough hair on his stomach as it pressed against your backside, instead you feel yourself begin to stretch against a new, large section of himself.
	“I’m beginning you think that I don’t even have you pay you for this…” The beast groans, pulling himself from inside of you with a wet pop. You whimper submissively as the warmness of being stuffed is replaced with the cold stuffy air of the cheap room. You reach down between your legs and around your needy cock to push your fingers inside of yourself, feeling the fluids that now coated your insides. His hand quickly grabs your and tosses you off the bed with a quick impassive flick of his arm, demonstrating his unusual strength as you harshly tumbled to the ground.
	You quickly scramble off the floor and onto your knees, looking up to see him sitting on the bed, muscled body and fur matted with sweat, legs spread far apart, and head cocked, giving you your first good look of the monster invading your insides. His cock stands at about 7 and a half inches, curving upward, pulsing with blood and slick after being inside you. His heavy balls hung of the edge of the bed, distended and packed with virility. His manhood is completely inhuman, the base far larger than the rest of it, beginning with a large knot before thinning to a long, red shaft. Small spheres dot the bottom and top of his member, and his tip itself flared outward from the end of his cock and tapering into a point, like an arrowhead, constantly drooling a stream of pale green fluid. The beast notices you staring at him and drags his finger along the bottom of his cock, ending a couple inches above his tip. His mouth hangs open, tongue extended out, panting – clearly beginning to falter in his cold stoic demeanor. it seems that he was enjoying it just as much as you are.
	“Only the pain of the knot will fill you to completion!”
	You instantly get down and crawl on all fours down between his legs, the musk and sweat being more pronounced then ever before. You cup that back of his weighty sack, giving each orb a kiss, before slowly dragging your lips up the bottom of his engorged cock, before settling around the tip, suckling the hellish seed from the source.
	The demon groans haggardly as your tongue flicks over the sensitive head, giving your mouth a few spurts of encouragement – telling you that he is really enjoying this.
	“I think it’s time to finish what you started...” He whines, dick clearly tired of not being buried inside a warm inviting hole.
	You quickly stand up to straddle his lap, his hot dick pressed in between your cheeks as you bury yourself in his furred chest. Reaching down, you grab his length and lift yourself up slightly, pushing the tip against your waiting entrance, slowly stroking the bestial member and eliciting soft moans from the beast. You feel his hand trace up your neck, before reaching past you to the back of your head, cradling you into his chest. You hear him panting at your ear; hot breath pressing against your neck, warming you against the draftiness of the room you share. Head pressed against his chest, you feel and hear the heartbeat of the demon, pulsing in time with the cock resting against you. For the first time that night, you feel like you’re in charge. His hand rubbing the back of your head, groaning into your ear as you cup in your hand the single most important thing he has. Both of you want this, and now he waits for you.
	The moment doesn’t last long as lust overpowers love. You slowly press yourself down again into him, the warmness returns, and serotonin floods your system as you rest against the base of his knot. You’re in control of the pace as you lift yourself up back to the tip, and return to the base, working a steady rhythm. Your cock begins to rub against the navel of the shuddering monster, sending sparks of pleasure radiating out from the tip, and staining his fur with the evidence of your pleasure. You start to lose yourself in your motions, alternating the pace, grinding his length against every inch of your inside, leaving precum in his wake. The thought of him painting your insides sent drove you wild, you didn’t want to miss a single drop, and you sure as hell didn’t want this night to end.
	Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and as your ride his cock, you find yourself moving quicker and quicker, eager to let the beast unload himself into you, wanting to feel the completeness of bringing this creature to his knees. You look up at your monstrous lover; pleased to see that he has completely lost himself in sex, eyes closed, mouth open and tongue lolling out, panting heavily as he lets you work his cock. You smile as you lift yourself up and down, enjoying the power of bringing this hulking creature to lustful docility, before taking a hand up, rubbing against his face. He doesn’t even open his eyes as you bring the inhuman face down to meet your own, taking his tongue into your mouth as you press your lips against the end of his snout.
	You feel the beast chuckle as he quickly becomes amicable to your actions. Hand gently grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, he pushes his tongue deep into your mouth. You were expecting some horrific taste, maybe blood, or worse – but it’s quite neutral and pleasant. You expected kissing a monster to be much less... romantic, but even in this form the monster can have a bit of delicacy.
	You feel yourself getting close as the upward curve and position stroked just the right spot with every descent on the creature, and you know that before he cums you need to take ALL of him.
You reach your hand down, feeling around the bottom for the beast’s knot, eager to feel it press inside you. As you find it you grip the base of his sheath and tug it slightly upward. He whimpers into your mouth in response, thrusting slightly, desperate to tie you and cum.
You feel the cultists watching, hearing them invade your mind again “It’s going to hurt… Repent!! Completion comes with pain, but also pleasure!”
Massaging and tugging his knot, you time yourself to descend right as the beast pushes himself up to thrust. Static fills your vision as you push quickly downwards onto his bulbous knot, and pain shoots up your spine as it forces itself deep within you, tying itself against the back, locking in the flood to come spurting from the creatures member as you feel it perk up inside of you, happy to be buried deep within a willing hole.
You tug your face away from the creature’s mouth as you yelp in pain. The beast himself looks stunned with pleasure as his knot grinds deep within you, fulfilling a deep, primal, demonic urge to tie and breed.  He closes his eyes and lets out a long deep grumbling moan as you feel his hot, hellish cum paint your insides. You close your eyes tightly and press deep into his chest, gripping his fur against the searing pain of biting off a bit more than you can chew.
You feel a rough hand on your ass as a green light begins to illuminate the bed from behind you. A sharp coldness radiates down from his hand towards your skin and then to the entrance around his bulb. Pain is soon replaced with shooting pleasure as something soothes your insides, giving them elasticity as they wrap tightly around the entirety of his dick. Quickly all the pain subsides, and all the nerve endings on your body prick up with renewed sensitivity. Soon you can’t help but grind your ass lustfully against the monster’s hips as you feel his bulb slowly engorge inside of you, still releasing hot seed as deep as you could take it. The thought alone of having a monster of this size using you as a condom is normally enough to make you stand up to attention, but having it actually happen, is enough to send you over the edge. Pleasure ruptures down your cock and across your entire body as you release onto the beast’s stomach. Spurt after spurt as every deep grind against his body sends another wave of pleasure across yours, painting his furred stomach white with your own release.
You slowly sink your head into the demon’s taut chest as you listen to his breathing heave in and out, moaning as his orgasm begins to subside, knot acting like a cork keeping all the fluids deep inside of you. You start to notice yourself moving as the beast wraps his arms around your back and falls sideways onto the mattress, still tied deep within you. You can still feel his member throbbing inside of you, the cum beating against your walls.
“That was…. Amazing.” He sighs, rubbing his arms up and down your back as the warmth of his body spreads against yours, claws scratching lightly against your skin. Goosebumps picked up along your back and arms as you feel a soft tongue lick your face.
“I’ve never had somebody that was so willing and wanting of me before, most people just see me and gape in horror, but you…” You feel him kiss your forehead as you nuzzle into his chest.” You can enjoy me for who I really am.”  Time crawled along slowly as the two of you lie together on the bed, physically linked, reveling in post-orgasm afterglow.
You feel another thought begin to penetrate your mind, but strangely enough this one comes with no command. Instead you see the aftermath of the cultists revelry, sexual fluids a plenty, and most of them either asleep or resting after the show you gave them. The beasts now soothing voice takes you away from the scene.
“I hope you’re comfortable, anon, try to get some sleep, it might take a while before I’m free.”
Not that you minded of course, being the little spoon always made you feel more comfortable. You lie your head against his chest, the beating of his heart slowly lulling you into the deep confines of sleep. Before long you hear the beasts breath draw in long, slowly and deep – him falling asleep inside of you. You wiggle and twist a little bit to get more comfortable, taking care not to injure the sensitive organ throbbing inside of you, and soon find yourself drifting off. You fully sink your chest into the sleeping furball that chose you as his mate and fully surrender yourself to sleep as you resided snugly within his warm embrace…
Sunlight pierces the foggy windows and splays warmly across your face. You slowly reach forward to feel for Corbon, but instead feel cold sheets against your hand. You bolt up quickly and open your eyes, scanning the room for a sign of the beastman, but you share the room with no one. As the blood pools from your head to the rest of your body, you begin to feel the dull ache of a headache creeping on, but the invasive visions of cultists gone.
“Oh gods, how much did I drink last night?” You think to yourself as you get up from the bed, stark naked. As you moved forward to look for some clothes the weight of misadventure crashes over your body – the stiff and sore muscles slowly creaking awake. You can’t even remember, but you felt like you’ve ran a marathon as you search for your clothes. You reach down to behind yourself, feeling for any evidence of last nights sweaty encounter, but it’s almost like you’ve been licked clean.
You reach for your shirt and drawers, hastily thrown on the floor, dragging them over your messy hair as you try to remember what exactly happened last night. Was it all just a dream? Is Corbon even real? It had to have happened, you remember it so vividly. The beating of his heart, the taste of his tongue, the feeling of his seed… You stop yourself before you got worked up again.
Yet it had to have been just a dream, you don’t have a drop of sex on you, hell it feels like you just showered, and besides, people like that don’t exist, it isn’t possible. You slowly drag yourself over to the door kind of saddened at this revelation when a green glint catches your eye.
“I didn’t take that in here, did I?” you think out loud to yourself as you pick ring up off the end table. It glows orange, radiating in the sunlight, curving around delicately with excellent craftsmanship, building the base for a gemstone nestled precisely into the tip. The gemstone is large and sparkles extravagantly against the morning sun, reflecting green against the ring, and revealing deep jade veins deep within it. What’s even more peculiar, is that the ring feels hot to the touch. You decide to put it on, slipping it over your ring finger, and when the warm metal cradles the outside of your finger, a deep and radiating warmth sparks down your finger and into your chest, filling you with a deep tranquility and clarity. This clearly isn’t an ordinary ring, a soothing wind, or breath maybe, seems to wash over your mind, heaving in and out deeply. It soothed your stress and took you back to the dream, head pressed against Corbon’s heaving chest.
You notice a small, ripped piece of paper on the table as well, appearing to be hastily scribbled. Bringing it close to the gem for light, you begin to read
”Thanks anon for the stress relief. Had this in my pack and figure I’d give it you, hopefully it brings you peace and comfort for the coming trials, so that you may have to spend less nights here. If you do find yourself in this tavern again, maybe I’ll find you sometimes.”
The message isn’t signed, but instead marked with a green paw-print. You can’t help but smile. Maybe you would find yourself back here again.