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One summer afternoon, Rhynn, in his 17th year, decided to venture deep into the depths of Skaardval's Kloftverden, Home to the Dark Elves amongst other mysterious beings. He, armored in chain vest with Broadsword in hand and a Illumination spell in one hand, traversed the vast network of tunnels out of curiosity. Of course he merely wasn't braving this new expanse for the sake of exploration, seeking to find gold and hidden treasures of the lost temples dedicated to the Ancient Gods of Gammeltorv.

He traveled for quite a distance, roughly an hour, before stumbling across freshly dug tunnel made by Kobolds no less, leading to what seemed to be old stone masonry. It was fascinating to see the handiwork of Dragons' lesser cousins, their industriousness combined with their desire to find gold, and their adeptness at stumbling across subterranean structures. Rhynn's natural full grown height made it somewhat uncomfortable to crouch down, evading knocking his skull against the dark black stone, until he reached what appeared to be a temple hallway, likely one that had been trapped in darkness for the past millennia.

Rhynn looked around for any signs of the Kobolds, until he noticed a blood trail with spots of blood on the tiling, detecting a sweet smell in the air, "Incense?" he thought. He followed the trail, finding his way into a large abbey with statues of the God, Idunn, Patron of Creation, discovering something unusual at the stage where a priest would hold their sermons. He saw a figure covered in robes and a bone mask surrounded by torches, "Who are you?" he questioned the stranger.

"Are you one of those Ransackers who try to loot my home?" the bizarre individual replied, removing the ominous disguise, revealing a rare occurrence, a Ratkin queen. She possessed ghost white fur, and vicious red irises with blonde locks, her curvy contours and abundant bosom becoming apparent as he drew closer. It surprised him to the fact she was down her, "I'm certainly not ma'am, I'd dare not desecrate the Holy grounds of Idunn, who I am starting to suspect may be Taima in truth." he said, doubting the proper existence of Taima as a god.

The Ratkin queen, in her relief, sighed "Phew... Now why's a gnoll down here?" she asked, stripping off her robes before sitting down on the altar slab. What Rhynn saw was a creature of beautiful proportions, the ideal of a fertile maiden, "Uhh, I thought to explore the Under Realm of Skaardval. Heard there was treasure down here but I think I found the real treasure of this temple." he casually flirted, gazing upon her naked body. Her cheeks went red, "Oh you're a charmer, aren't you? How about you introduce yourself?" she said, her hairless tail weaving about, feeling his eyes dance across her figure.

The air in the temple was intoxicating to the Paladin, "I'm Rhyn Hansol, a Storm Paladin, and I might I say whatever scent is in the air is delightful!" he said, his nostrils flaring at the aroma. She looked around, realizing what scent he mentioned, "My name is Estrid, and you perhaps might be tracking my "Blood Moon", I think it's drawing to be that time again." she replied, her ears pinning back in anxiety, afraid of what he might do. His heart was pounding, his blood rushing through his veins, excited by her presence, "Well, I could help a little creature like you get over it, after all, we're alone down here." he said, walking up the steps, towering over the 4'11 pudgy maiden.

Estrid stared at him, looking at his eyes, "Just meeting and already trying to get me on my back, Most folk ridicule me for my appearance." she said, moving further back onto the slab, idly displaying her blonde furred mound. She twisted at her golden locks, as he inhaled deeply, "What can I say, I know beauty when I see it. You're a vision of bounty in my eyes." he teased, licking his lips akin to the times he witnessed raw flesh searing over an open flame. The Ratkin giggled at his flattery, "So you've been with a lot of girls? Because you seem like kind of a man a girl wants as her first and last." she said, complimenting his abundant confidence, intrigued by this mysterious stranger

Rhynn donned a guilty expression, biting his lower lip, "Well, I've been with a few maidens, though I keep "pets" if you catch my meaning." he said, contemplating the naughty idea of making her his concubine. She thought about the concept, "Oh alas as am I, I'm a poor maiden with nothing to provide but her maidenhead and her womb to bear your seed." she sarcastically teased, jabbing fun at him. He rolled his eyes, "very humorous, but there isn't anyone around to detest me from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you home to ravage your senses." he replied, smiling wide at her.

"I wouldn't mind that, after all I hear the stories of some fey selling themselves and enjoying their time being cared for by a wealthy master." Estrid explained, her mind running wild with fantasies of being fed quality foods and delicacies. He looked elsewhere for a moment, "I'm not the wealthiest but I definitely have the room to spare in my home for such an exotic concubine." he replied, envisioning her barefoot and pregnant. She succumbed to temptation of a warm bed and hearth, "How about you take me to your home first? I'd loved to be out of the Under realm away from all the monsters." she asked, wishing to be away from the terrors of the underground.

It seemed obvious she wished to capitalize on Rhynn's generosity, his conscious kicking into gear, "Idiot, she simply desires your food and shelter. Are you honestly allowing her to leech off of you?" it said, advising against his current decision. He paused for a moment, finding her submission to enslavement particularly too easy, "Hmm, you may have a point, but I must be generous within reason of course, after all, the world operates through equivalency and balance. I must take in order to provide." he thought, recalling the first rule of the Arcane arts that applied to most agreements. Staring down his potential servant, he drew his blade and held the tip against the ground, "You must understand, by agreeing to this, all your rights and belongings will fall under my dominion as my Thrall under Skardval's Laws. You may earn your freedom back, and due to the Reforms of Fjorn, All children born during your tenure will be considered freemen but incapable of inheriting my estate..." he said, droning on about the Skardic legal system in regards to servitude.

The sudden shock wave of a daemonic roar came bellowing throughout the Kloftverdens, chills crept down Estrid's spine, invoking an unnatural fear of the eldritch. She dashed and leapt into the Gnoll's arms, clinging onto him for dear life, "Please, I'll do anything! Be my salvation from this dreadful hellscape!" she said, cradled in his arms. Knowing she lacked the skills to survive the nightmares that lurked in the depths, Rhynn's arrival was the lesser of all evils, "I understand it may seem sudden that I'm willing to forfeit my Freedom, both of us only dread what lingers down here. Rhynn, I trust you because your eyes speak of your person, and I can tell you are a Gentle soul." she further explained, terrified of dwelling in darkness any longer.

The unearthly sounds drew closer, forcing Idunn's Devout to consider his options quickly, "Thank you, and I'm not going to argue that logic." he said, darting off with the Rat Queen cradled in his arms. Their presence, noticed by the unintended pursuer, a vicious Balgor bursted forth from the walls of the temple, shredding stone to pieces with minimal effort. This was an omnicidal demon born of fire and darkness, dashing far behind the fleet footed gnoll, who made escape his main priority along with his new prize.

Estrid peered over Rhynn's shoulder, watching the cavern tunnels collapsed in the Abyssal abomination's wake, sensing the vibrations booming with every gargantuan footstep. Her eyes went wide, ears perked in the air, scrambling to find something to deter their pursuer, tossing what little clothing she owned in its path. Unfortunately, the unrelenting force of hatred and loathing for all existence burned through the burlap fibers, brandishing a power beyond what a mere magi could possess.

Rhynn resisted the urge to look behind him, especially with the light at the end of the tunnel, spotting the Dwarven lift that carried him down to the caverns. He knew better than to challenge an opponent that outclassed him in sheer brute force alone, outwitting him on the other hand told a different tale. His heart nearly pounded out of his chest from exertion, his lungs ready to collapse at any second, though resilient in his pursuit for his and Estrid's freedom.

The demon sprinted forth, nearly catching up in a tail's reach, until the Ratkin though quickly on her feet, drawing a rusty dagger from his belt pouch with her apt sleight of hand. She handled it at the tip, eyeing it carefully before letting it fly in the air, speeding from behind her hero's backside. In a stroke of luck and skill, the corroded dagger bounced from the stone roofing, ricocheting into Balgor's right eye, effectively blinding and stopping him in his tracks.

Rhynn slid on the smoothstone, kicking the lift lever into gear, seeing the grievous injury his new concubine inflicted upon the foul creature, "Excellent toss, now let's make haste!" he complimented, as the floor slowly rose to the surface. Estrid braced her savior's cheeks then briefly locked lips with him in the rush of excitement, "We beat him!" she cheered, and mocking the crippled wretch's defeat. A voice filled with hellfire and malice roared out, "This isn't over you fat whore! Enjoy your victory while it lasts, and don't think that holy man will protect you forever!" the demon forewarned of his vengeance, witnessing the last sliver of sunlight disappear.

Once they reached the surface of Skaardval, Rhynn seized the opportunity, "Man, He got an Eyeful though." he humored, carrying his treasure to a nearby orchard tree, laying her on the grass in the shade. Estrid giggled at his dry wit, "Oh don't be tease!" she replied, staring towards the sky through the branches, spotting a bright crimson apple, feyly grasping at what was out of reach. He noticed her desire for the fruit, deciding to satisfy her hunger, whispering to the tree in the fey tongue.

The spirit of the land surrendered the morsel, dropping it on her, bouncing off her naked flesh, "Oomph! Not fair, using magic to get what I want." she said, swiping the fallen apple from the ground, glaring at her heroic rescuer. He snickered, recalling a story of his ancestor, "You know long ago my Ancestor Loki once tricked Idunn into leaving Asgard where she and her apples became prey to the Giant Thassje, of course Loki's not the wisest of all the Aesir. I, on the other hand like to think I've inherited his guile." he explained, watching her dig at the skin of the fruit. It intrigued her to be in the presence of trickster god's descendant, "So which of Loki's Brood are descendant from?" she questioned vaguely familiar with the deity's lineage.

The shadow of his guilt crept upon him, "You might think lesser of me for it but Jörmungandr's... yeah, Dracogenesis might be in store me in the future, not going to the most appealing facet of my life." he explained, dreading the moment when his skin would fall off, eventually replaced with scales. Her suspicions were correct, Estrid knew by his scent that his musk wasn't typical, noting a pungence akin to the smell of freshly killed corpse festering in the sun, "I figured, your odeur is off. It's exciting though, you reek of pines and the freshness of the mountain air." she complimented, noting the added aroma other than his hyenic stench. Rhynn sniffed himself, unable to detect his scent, considering he bathed regularly like most denizens of the kingdom, "Thank you, though your natural perfume is driving my instincts ablaze." he said, staring at her with hungry eyes and the gesture equally returned.

An Hour later, They returned to his home in the forest, a large stead with a small tower and a sizeable foray, "Here we are, I hope you don't mind the fact I finished remodeling." he said to the infatuated Ratkin on his shoulder. Estrid was more enthralled the he carried her all the way, "You're really determined" she commented, looking around inside the huge abode, eyeing the cushiony sofas by the still lit fireplace. She dropped down from his arms, climbing on one of them, excited by her liberation from the Kloftverdens, "This place is way nicer! Thank you so much!" she cheered, rolling around on the sofa.

The Gnoll fetched a collar with a rune engraved silver locking mechanism, "Now, time to uphold your end of the deal." he smiled, approaching her with a devious grin. She sat upright, staring at the artifact, "That looks fancy. Do all your lovers get one" she said, excited for her concubinage, volunteering to be his slave. He gently guided his hands, wrapping the enchanted binding around her neck, "Now, time to enjoy what services you have to offer me." he said, locking it into place. Estrid wriggled in place, anxious about what he planned to do to her, before laying on her back and presenting her plump loins to him, "Like what you see?" she asked, her prominent clit protruding out from her nether lips. Rhynn peeled off his armor, tossing it aside, "Indefinitely." he replied, kneeling down to dine on her meaty lotus. She squeaked and squealed at the roughness of his tongue parting her petal, probing her valley and its peak, thrusting her groin into his slavering caress.

The rodent screamed from his dexterous appendage against her, fiercely assaulting the beady rose pearl, begging to the gods for mercy. He seized her thighs, squeezing them firmly in his grasp, smacking them swiftly to assert his dominance, burying muzzle into her. It became apparently how sensually sensitive she was to the slightest stimulation, her lips moistened and swelled with arousal, her instincts enticing her to breed.Estrid was losing her mind, the sight of him performing his sexual advance, the odor of his animalistic musk, and the warmth of a fire nearby until she succumbed to the power of an orgasm. Without warning, she sprayed him with a gush of crystal clear fluids, marking him as her mate. She didn't want him stop, her loins aflame in lust and her heart beating in anticipation, "Please! Give me more!" she begged, her womb craving his ichor.

His eyes went wide at the surprise, somewhat proud that he made her spasm in delight, "Don't Fret, all in due time." he said, dragging her down onto the den rug, grabbing a cushion to prop her head upon. He straddled himself above her stomach, displaying his girthy dark skinned manhood, guiding his mast between her thick abundant bosom and thrusting the tip against her cheek. His hands found their home molesting her cleavage, trapping her teats between his fingers, massaging them in every motion.The Heady stench of his meat permeated into her fur, filling her lungs with the aroma of her lover, before she embraced his member in her mouth. She pressed her lips on the head, leaning her face into its path, experiencing it press into her palette then slip into her throat. Her moans and grunts slipped out, her nerves alight in symphonious agony and loins aching to filled with the man atop of her, dripping wet for him.

Rhynn felt a home between her dense fuzzy orbs, pressing them together with his shaft grinding through her valley, violently pinching and tugging her pink teats. His glans left a trail of its seminal ooze, greeted by the embrace of her tender mouth, accompanied by the flicks of her soft tongue. He laughed at her, watching her eyes affixed to his loins, moving forward and pressing his girth on her face. Their language was merely primal in nature, Estrid interpreted the signs of his desire and dominance, carefully seizing a hold on his length with both her hands that could barely fit around its circumference. Nonetheless she remained steadfast, stroking his girth akin to the countless statues in the abandoned temple, greeting it once more with her orifice. She twirled and glided her tongue around it, polishing it for its intended destination that salivated at the mere thought of it, anticipating the moment where it's innocence would be lost forever.

He didn't hesitate to take it step further, seizing her by the hair and ramming it down her throat, savoring the sensation of her gagging on it. Rhynn was gentleman at heart though, limiting himself to the minute of bliss, allowing her to breath before she briefly coughed. It wasn't long til he released his volley with a few strokes, blasting her maw in a paste of alabaster.Estrid collected his seed with the tips of her fingers, tasting it in her mouth, "Mmm... Sweet and salty! So..." she said, gazing at him suggestively. She rolled around twice in place, oscillating her ears and pulling her legs up to her chest, showing her submission to the mighty beast before her. Her thighs dampened with the moisture of her endless estrous cycle, embodying the fertility that he idealized in his head, she was ready to be taken.His instincts were strong to take her, but his conscience directing his desire, Rhynn wrapped his arms around her then diving for a kiss. He found the gesture equally returned as he guided his steely sword into her welcoming sheath, tearing the thin barrier of her maidenhead, prompting her signature squeaking squeals. It comforted him enveloping her in the fashion of ancient Missionaries before him, delving the moist cavern of her depths.

The Ratkin winced in pain for a moment but her mind distracted by their eyes locking together, hypnotized via the hazeled jade of his sights, entwining her shins around his waist. She was bewildered from the contrast of their respective sizes, surprised she managed to encompass him down to his coin purse, sensing it pulsate and throb within her. She felt his steely iron, firm and reliable, unwilling to bend but part of a greater machine at work.It seemed appropriate to compliment her, "You're quite hospitable, and I hope you're willing to surrender it everyday." Rhynn teased, reminding her of her foolhardy decision. He brandished the strength of his hips, drawing back then ramming himself hard into her rosy red gates, grabbing a hold of her hips. The Gnoll lifted himself and her waist up, impaling her deep with his spear like appendage, greeting the sweet spot near the gates of her womb.

Estrid screamed in a squeaking fashion, her tail whipping wildly around, her canal quivering around the intruder piledriving her. The sheer force exerted on her form was enough to break most women, both mind and body, but fortunately nature blessed her kind by providing them with voluptuous curves and abundant stamina. She couldn't resist squirming into more comfortable position, rotating around where she could balance properly.Rhynn felt her mound drooling and twist on his steel, crouching down to accommodate her new posture, wrapping his arm around her hefty bosom and guiding his other to her protruding bead. He rammed his hips towards her contoured posterior, rapidly titillating her womanhood like clockwork with the press of his fingers, sparing her not a drop of mercy in his assault. His member twitched and throbbed in her passage, slickened by her nectar, increasing his pace to that of her heartbeat.Her liege's efforts ensured her demise, the Ratkin's mind solely focused on the idea of birthing countless litters upon litters of his offspring, enamored in the radiance of an unseen aura. Estrid turned weak in the knees from his unadulterated power, falling to her side on the cushion, her ankle accidentally finding its way near his shoulder. The sight of such a disheveled savage ravaging her loins made her heart pound, before the shock of a powerful orgasm shot through her body, unleashing a mist onto the hyenic brute.

The space around them seemed small to their eyes, he focused on her crimson pools and hers following the motion of his emerald irises, interlocked in what seemed to be an entirely different realm of existence. It didn't matter to him if he reached his climax or not, her screams fueled his lust, and his otherworldly desire to breed countless legions of brood into the world. He seized her by the thigh, seizing her entire leg, rocking his hips in a fluid motion driving the momentum through her, delivering upon his promise.Words for the sensation overcoming her vacated the tip of tongue, unhallowed moans of pleasure replacing basic speech, bearing only the grunts of beasts. Her lover violently rammed her lotus, defiling it with his masculinity, until she felt him twitch and throb inside her. Without warning, she felt his glans swell against her cervix, unwittingly forming a tie between them, trapping him inside her. Rhynn smiled deviously, "Appears we are going be stuck together for a while." he said, before pecking her on the cheek. Once Estrid regained her senses, she tried crawling away on all fours, pulling away on his center of gravity, "Are you always this intense?" she feyly questioned. He laughed before claiming the five foot tall rodent queen, lifting her up and carrying her to the sofa, setting her on his lap, "Maybe, so wanna talk for a while?" he asked, curious about her.

She pivoted around on his member, straddling his thighs, "Sure, as long as I get to take advantage of the situation." she teased, idly grinding her hips on him. He thought of a flirty compliment for her, "I like you, you're not like those scrawny maidens, nice and plump like a peach." praising her sensual morphology, his mind focused on the experience at hand. Estrid blushed at her counterpart, staring into his eyes, "I like your cock! It's the perfect size!" she replied, giggling a little at him. They began sparking a conversation, "So how long had you been living in the under Verdens?" he asked, stroking her thighs with the caress of his hands. The chubby ratfolk maiden took a second to recall, "I fled from home when I was six, I found my way through some doorway my elder sisters used and ended living in the temple for the longest time. Snuck around eating what those dark fey ate and whatever meat kobolds were able to snatch from the surface." she said, curious to his background. Rhynn hesitated for a moment, but found it hard to lie with the little woman nested in his lap, "Welp, my Father was a Banded gnoll, never stuck around because of his other obligations, my mother is a elf imbued with draconic magic thanks to my grandfather being a sanguine dragon. I'm a bit of psychotic wreck. Other than that, I'm a fairly normal person." he explained in a dry attempt at humor.

Estrid barely resisted snickering, finding it ironic that she was with someone who was worse off than her, "You know, I appreciate that. Not many folk who'd blatantly say that outright." she complimented, feeling a empathetic connection. "Considering I'm eventually going to violently metamorphize into a dragon sometime in the future, I might as well clear my conscience of it because I haven't an idea how I'm going to handle that." Rhynn explained, expressing his concern for the impulsive instincts that guided his behavior. She tried reassuring him, "Well, I and whatever other concubines you may have stowed away elsewhere can help with that. I enjoy breeding with you, because to me, you're sweetheart." she said, brightly glowing with a naive confidence.He grinned, prepared to make her eat her own words, "If that's the case, I'll fill you to the brim!" he teased, gliding his tongue across his lips. Rhynn lifted and carry to his adjacent guest bedroom that barely saw any use except for when his Merfolk concubine, Mai, came over. He dropped the Ratfolk Harlot onto the Quilt covered woolen mattress, pulling out from her lovingly tender folds, and climbed onto the bed with her.

Estrid, in her splendor, noticed a small pictograph on the bedstand depicting Rhynn and Mai on a volcanic sand beach, "Oh, She's cute! Is she one of your other concubines? Did you breed her?" she questioned, tugging at her lower lip in intrigue. Kneeling on the bedding, he blushed with a guilty smile, "Yes, she's the only other one at the moment." he said, crawling towards the pudgy rodent on all fours. She abruptly felt the heat of his breath, after briefly looking away, discovering herself enraptured by his fierce soul-piercing gaze, ".... Uh, I wouldn't mind becoming acquainted with her." she said, struggling to speak. There was a certain Aesthetic to breeding a maid of her dwarfed size, more less enthralling her in notions of concubinage, where he could ravage her at any given moment. In his predatory haze, he guided his lips to her mouth, engaging her in a parlay of oral fencing, clashing their beastly tongues together voraciously. His arms cradled her form tightly, bracing the back of her skull in his palm, squeezing his own against hers.Estrid submitted to her animalistic instincts, her hands idly grasping onto his radiant implement and stroking it, guiding his blade to her desiring loins oozing his alabaster seed. It glided past her swollen gates, her body braced against his flesh, engaging in the act of genesis once more. She shuttered when the tip kissing her womb's entrance, enjoying the sensation of their bodies melding together in coitus, grinding her lotus on his mound.

Impassioned by her receptivity, Rhynn rolled his form in tandem with hers, crashing upon her akin to waves pounding the sea shore, synergizing together in their motions. He lifted her ankle over his shoulder, pressing her thigh against her chest, switching positions to drive her mad with lust. The power of his thrust rocked her entire body, aided by the early efforts of their primal rutting, pounding her lotus in a frenzy of blows.The intense sensations overloaded her senses, pushing her over the edge of climax, squirming in orgasm, screaming to the heavens "Oh by the gods!". Estrid unleashed a mist of her clear spray, her passage quivering in spasms around the invader, and heart beating rapidly from the exertion. "Rhynn, I'm exhausted..." she said, signalling her lack of energy to continue further, panting heavily.

In a final assault, he rolled her on her back and push thighs towards her shoulders, rapidly ramming away before depositing his final rush then finally coming to a rest. Rhynn reached his limit as well, "Yeah, I'm firing an unloaded crossbow at this point..." he commented, resorting to spooning chest to chest on their sides. His desire for physical intimacy seized priority, nuzzling his cheeks against hers, moving in for a kiss. Estrid reciprocated briefly, wrapping her thighs on his own, "You are welcome to stay inside, I may even fall asleep." she said, comforted by the presence of his member. He responded with a yawn, his eyes dreary, "Too late." he said, before cuddling her tightly and falling asleep. She rolled her eyes following suit, pressing her head against the pillow falling into a deep slumber.

When she awoke, she discovered a set of locked steel cuffs and anklets on her, witnessing her new master return with a bowl of boiled eggs, "What in the Hells is this about, Rhynn, I thought you were merely humoring my sense of romanticism?" she said. He cackled a maniacal laugh, "As a Genie once told me, "Be careful what you wish for.", and he was right. You, in this case, should be more careful what you consent to since Skaardic law is a cruel mistress that I enjoy the company of utilizing. Now eat because you have a long day of bedroom etiquette training ahead of you." he lectured, catching the rat queen in his trap. Her cheeks turned red, embarrassed that she fell for his charm, "...Yes master." replying in consignment to her fate as his concubine for the foreseeable future.