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Birds twitter and leaves rustle, sun rays spilling through the openings in the canopy and alighting the leafy ground in gold. It's early autumn, the tree foliage shifting in color, gleaming with fresh drops of dew. I avoid twigs and sticks with each step, carefully applying pressure when I cannot to avoid making any noise. Two and a half meters tall with a broad shouldered, heavily muscled physique covered in a coat of thick chestnut fur, I wear closefitting armor of leather combined with chainmail over the vitals. My face is ursine in appearance with two small ears poking out of a braided mane, two amber eyes set over a heavyset, block muzzle with a big black nose. My large hands bear thick claws, my legs digitigrade and ending in massive paws currently housed in rugged boots.

I'm following a scent trail, a very distinct one that's hard to miss. Not only was the little fool carrying stolen goods with all their own fragrances, but they themselves washed with flowers found near rivers. And there is not so much as a brook nearby, so I know I'm on the right path. As I come to a clearing, I know they're nearby. Sniffing the air, I tap my feet on the ground a few times and notice something is off.

Rolling my shoulders, I adjust my bracers to a more comfortable position and then summon a ball of stable, ochre energy before crouching and slamming my palm into the ground. A tremor goes through the earth, and I see dust shudder up from a concealed spot nearby in a distinctly circular shape. Walking up to it, I pop open a foxhole cover with a kick of my boot. Below, I find two gleaming eyes of a distinctly goat-like creature: the naughty incubus in question startled at being found.

He throws a pot at me, and I crane my neck, avoiding it without moving and letting him hop out of the hole, knife in hand. 160 centimeters tall with small nubby horns, two perked, furry ears, red eyes, a long snout with fangs poking out of the upper lip, and black fur, he has a slim, lightweight build with a long whip-like tail and digitigrade, cloven hooved legs. He wears a scrappy shirt and short trousers made of faded black cloth.

"Bah! A witcher in the flesh, eh? Don't come any closer! I'll gut you!" He snarls.

I cross my arms, glaring at him.

"Drop it," I growl commandingly.

A small jolt goes through him, and his eyes widen for a moment, but he doesn't comply.

"Why are you attacking the caravans?" I continue, ignoring that for the moment.

"Why do you slay monsters? Gold, of course!"

"For what?"

"None of your business!"

"It is now. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Take a guess!" He snarls, hurling himself forward.

He's unnaturally fast, but it's not hard to guess were he's attempting to attack. I shift my hand and his knife bounces off my bracer. Whirling around, his blade bounces off my now unsheathed sword. With a calm ease, I block his flurry of blows with blade on blade and then deliver a kick to his stomach that doubles him over, following up with a pommel strike to the back that knocks him into the grass. Sheathing my sword, I pick him up by the hem of his shirt and smack away his knife as he makes a half-assed attempt to slash at my face.

"Are you done?" I sigh, irritated.

I give him a moment to catch his breath, having knocked it out of him with my kick, and then he tries to struggle out of his shirt. My patience thoroughly used up by this point, I grab him by the neck and slam him into the ground hard enough dew droplets are sent flying.

"Enough is enough! Answer my question!" I bellow. "Are. You. Done?"

Coughing, he nods vigorously, gripping my wrist and tapping it desperately. I let up the pressure somewhat, the startled incubus gasping in breath.

"What's your name?" I question. "I'm Khir, the Steady Blade."

"Errith," He answers meekly.

"Now then. Why are you robbing merchants?"

"Food. Gold. Finery. To have the things they have."

"What for?"

"To enjoy what I can't have any other way."

"In other words, you want what they have, and to have more of it. Correct?"

He thinks for a moment and then grudgingly agrees.

"As an incubus, you are showing a startling lack of tact. Nonviolent means of getting your way is supposed to be a forte. Why haven't you been doing that instead?"

"You mean shagging everything, right? Take a look! Who would want me? I look like a walking curse in the eyes of men."

"You haven't really tried, have you?"

"What? Of course, I have!"

"No, you haven't. There are plenty willing to ignore your coloring would your personality not be so brattish. Get over yourself."

"I'm not taking some wrinkly old dick just to get a few gold coins!"

"I never said you had to. Would that you submerse yourself in society instead of hiding from it in a literal hole in the ground, you'd see that."

"Oh, and what do you suggest?"

"Have you ever considered being a butler?"

"... Come again?"

"A butler. Three square meals a day, fine clothing, and a fairly decent pay in exchange for housekeeping duties; the rich like having oddities as their staff. Even if you hate the job, it'd be a way to move up in the world."

"Why the hell would I want to work for those rich pricks?"

Close enough to scent him personally now, I can tell he's been without sex for a long time now. That's not healthy for an incubus's mental state. Once more, I can tell he's been turned on by my dominance, despite the attitude.

"Alright, you," I snort, knowing from similar experience with a succubus that I won't get any more through to him in this state.

"H-hey!" He stammers as I place a foot on his chest.

Undoing the straps on my chestpiece, I let it fall to the ground and my pants follow, leaving me in thin underclothes that are discarded as well. Fully nude now, I wiggle my stumpy tail to stretch it out after leaving it compacted under my armor for most of the day.

"W-what are you going to do?" He murmurs, his eyes like saucers transfixed on the large set of dick and fluffy balls swaying at my crotch.

"Snap you out of it," I reply, crouching back down.

Pulling off his pants, I find him already painfully erect and take his entire length into my maw without much trouble. He moans, eyes rolling back in his skull as I slurp along his small dick for a moment before pulling off. He lets out a needy noise, all traces of his peevishness evaporating.

"Why did you stop?" He whines.

"I haven't laid with a man in a while. You'll have to do," I reply casually as I straddle his hips.

"Wait, wHA-" He cries, cut off as I slam his length down into my tailhole.

My weight traps him under me, unable to thrust upwards and more or less ruining his premature orgasm as he spurts a few ropes of cum inside of me. He doesn't complain, instead covering his face with his hands. I don't intend to give him a shred of dignity and peel them back, holding his wrists together with one hand at his chest and chin with the other to force him to look directly in my eyes as I begin to bounce on his soft shaft.

It quickly rehardens as he pants, hissing and kicking a little as I entirely overstimulate his penis for my own pleasure. Gripping him tightly with my tailhole, I nearly pull out and then hilt him with each rise and fall, just barely able to ram him into my prostate enough it's pleasurable. Made for sex, after all, he quickly grows accustomed to the rough treatment and lolls out his tongue in bliss, grunting in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I pick up the pace and grind my heavy hips into his. I'd feel bad, knowing he's going to be quite bruised by the time I'm done with him, but my sympathy is limited after he assaulted my person.

My soft shaft and balls bounce on his belly, and eventually I let his hands free once it's clear who is in charge and what my expectations are. To my surprise, he begins to fumble with my heavy sack, hands barely able to palm my heavy orbs as he kneads and massages them. The extra stimulation is nice, but as he gets close to his second orgasm, I have to shoo his fingers away as he begins using too much claw. Standing, I grab his legs and drag his abdomen up with me, using them as leverage to slam his cock up inside me even harder. His furry balls slap against my toned ass as I bring him moaning like a bitch to cum inside me again, my own heavy, hanging testicles softly bashing against his stomach with each thrust I stab inside myself.

Only picking up the pace, I feel a fuzzy warmth spread through my crotch as I get close, the goat boy crying for me to slow down. I don't very much listen as cream erupts from my half-hard dick, coating his body, face, and the ground behind him thickly as I ram him inside myself in short, powerful thrusts. He shudders, cumming again, unable to help himself in the face of so much raw stimulation.

I let out a deep breath as I finish. Grabbing his waist, I heft and then shift him so his head is dangling down and pressed into my crotch while I have a very nice access to his surprisingly soft rump.

"I saw you looking earlier. Go ahead," I tell him, the incubus letting out a small yip as I spit a large glob of saliva onto his tailhole.

He begins lapping along my rapidly hardening length, letting out the occasional uneasy whine before my index finger plunges into his tight hole. Then he's nothing but moans and purrs as I thumb his sack while caressing the prostate with the same hand. Taking my tip into his maw, he suckles lovingly along my glans, drawing a pleased sigh out of me as I begin to lightly thrust into his mouth.

It's a tight fit at first until he relaxes his jaw, taking more than I thought he would and getting halfway down before I get caught on his tonsils. Fingering his prostate harder, he clenches up, and just like the claws on my balls, I have to take the dick away now too as his teeth nip into my flesh. I figure the beating I already gave him is chastising enough for one day and opt not to growl at him for it.

Instead, I set him on his legs and then pin his body between mine and the nearest tree, grinding my shaft between his cheeks and crotch with his small sack gliding along the top of my shaft.

"O-oh. C-could you be m-more g-g-gentle with that?" He stammers, slightly shaking in my arms as his face grows very hot.

"Remind me again how we met," I reply, frowning down at him.

"I... tried... to stab you."

"Repeatedly," I growl.

"Repeatedly," He corrects himself.

"What do we say when we do that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Who are you speaking to?"

"You..."

"Right," I say, pinching his butt. "And when we wrong someone, we apologize formally."

"I'm sorry, Khir!"

"For?" I sigh, aligning my dick with his tailhole and beginning to press it in threateningly.

"For trying to hurt you!" He whines.

"Eh. Needs work. But I'll take it into consideration for next time."

"Next tIIIIM-?" He cries out as I penetrate inside and sheath myself in one, firm thrust. "Nmmmfff!"

Normally, I wouldn't be able to fit myself nearly that easily, so I know he's fine despite his mewling and the moving bulge in his belly as I begin to hump up into him at a slow, lazy pace. My balls knock heavily against his, creating a soft impact noise along with each wet thrust as I lewdly stretch him out.

"Hush," I chide, placing two fingers into his mouth as I grow tired of his begging.

Obedient, he puts his excess energy into sucking on my digits as his cries die down to small yips and purrs from deep in his throat. However, his clamping down hard on my length is wonderful, and I find the more I tease him, the more pliable and needy he becomes.

"You take this big bear cock so well, you could trick me into thinking you knew a thing or two if we started like this," I chuckle. "What's wrong? Don't like another male breeding your ass, little guy?"

He mumbles something incoherent around my fingers, but his hole becomes all the more willing.

"You want to be filled, don't you? I'm going to rail you so much you'll feel it pump into your guts and swell your belly like the bitch you are," I taunt as he moans at my particularly well aimed thrust to grind against his prostate. "Be a good enough boy, I might just do it twice. You'd get to feel my balls heavy and full against your own as they twitch and pump my seed into you."

I find myself enjoying this a little too much as well, hammering into him harder and faster, only spurred on by him going stiff around me as he paints the tree with his own jizz. With a rough growl, I press him flat against the old oak and slam my hips into his in heavy pumps as thick ropes are dumped into his belly. I lose count after the seventh pulse, filling and then slowly swelling him as promised even as it leaks out of his tailhole and drips down our legs and sacks.

Breeding without relent, I thrust into him hard enough my balls slap against his flesh, slick with cum as I ride out my orgasm for every drop and then continue pistoning straight into the next one. Finally getting a proper fuck out of him, I lift him up by the tail and watch as my blue balls properly empty into him. I feel my urethra distend as it surges with heat, unleashing wave after wave of molten seed. His stomach visibly inflates with each load forced inside until it's pooling on the ground under us, a small river pouring out of his hole despite the fact I'm balls deep inside him.

Groaning with relief as the pressure in my crotch relents, I wrap my arms around his chest and carry fuck him through the rest of my high, the now ungagged brat moaning without any sense of pride as he cums on himself and the grass around us

"Mhnmnmm..." He breathes as I pull out, lowering him down against the tree to drain without getting it all on me.

"Right," I say, snapping my fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. "I'm not the type of witcher to go lopping off heads when I don't need to. So, I'm going to take you to one of my guild's patrons to be given a job. Play your cards right, and you'll be living much more comfortably than you are now. Sound good?"

He nods weakly.

"Good. Now take a nap while I get some water to clean you up. We're returning the goods you stole to the guards after."