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"Reveal the truth, punish the guilty, right the wrong..." Dexter muttered under his breath as he finished his morning prayers, his spells refreshed for the morning as he raised his golden and sapphire hued eyes to look up at the hilt of the longsword he had been kneeling before for the better part of an hour. Around the fine, enchanted steel blade's pommel was his holy symbol, a simple, wooden trinket that the paladin had kept with him since he first became an adventurer all those years ago. The wood bore many knicks and stains from the years, yet the Australian shepherd could never bear to replace it, instead taking pride in the worn markings from a life of long prayer.

Which... is not something that his friend could quite see eye to eye on. Despite the fact that he was also a cleric, the snow leopard had taken a far more... relaxed... view of his faith, perhaps due to his dedication towards the mercurial lord of mornings. Most of the time, they got along swimmingly, a dedicated two man adventurer team righting wrongs, helping out those less fortunate, occasionally allying with a more unscrupulous rogue to plunder an ancient tomb and dispatching the lich who was using it as a base of operations. But then there were times when the cat's more... free spirited and blaise nature chuffed the lawful paladin. Usually, such spats would last no more than a few days, the snow leopard's emotions would calm and his own pride would mellow enough to move on like nothing had gone wrong.

This time was different... And that had concerned the dog. Henneike had grown frustrated with his performance during a battle whilst he adhered to a ritualistic binding of his right hand to honor his god for the month, shifting his sword to his left and using his shield strapped to his right forearm. The swap had caused him to move slower, failing to catch an arrow in his shield which had instead pierced the armor on his arm. Nothing too major for the cleric's magic to heal, but the argument it had sparked caused the cleric to stomp off to the nearby town whilst Dexter turned the bandits they had just bested into the citywatch. He had expected the cleric to arrive in their usual tavern a day or two later, yet after four days of waiting there was no sign of the follower of Lathander. Out of concern, the paladin traveled to the town he had stormed off to, and with a few hours of conversation, managed to discover that the foolish cat had taken the first quest he had managed to find, chasing off some forest spirit which was harassing travelers and farmers.

But it had been days, and the townsfolk had not seen the snow leopard since. Dexter was sure he was fine, though, the spells Lathander granted him were certainly potent, no fey creature or rogue ghost should have been much trouble for the cat. Yet he couldn't help but worry in the back of his mind as he finally plucked his symbol of Tyr from his sword and draped it around his neck, reattached the sheathed longsword to its place on his belt, and set off from his smoldering campfire into the deeper woods. He wasn't much of a tracker, but neither was the snow leopard, and the trodden footsteps of his boots through the underbrush left a clear path to follow in the verdant wilderness...

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It had been a few hours since he had set off from his camp, moving slower than the cat as the paladin occasionally lost the feline's tracks and had to circle back around to discover them again (and ensure he didn't follow his own tracks in a circle... again). Fortunately, despite the annoyance it caused to the shepherd dog, there was a giggling fairie dragon who was willing to help point him back in the right direction... although it cost the canine an hour's time to play the draconic creature's games and tricks before it finally coughed up the information. True to the devious little creature's word, the paladin did stumble across Henneike's trail a short time later, and followed it to what he surmised must have been the den of the creature he was hunting.

It was an old castle, left abandoned and to be reclaimed by nature in the woods. Although just how old it was was quite the mystery for the canine, considering it was located quite a few leagues in old, uncut woods. The stone structure must have been abandoned here for hundreds of years at least for the structure to be surrounded by so much growth. Time did not seem to be kind to the construction, though, the roots of trees had wormed their way between the old worn stone, moss covered the crumbling tower of it like a damp blanket. The front gate lay in ruins, collapsed either to time or some ancient siege, rusted iron portcullis making for some treacherous footing after becoming a bed for wild plants to grow and curl around. If anything was going to be causing trouble for the nearby area, it was definitely going to be here... In any better situation, he could imagine the glee he and Henneike would have investigating such an old structure, the thrill of finding a lost artifact or other enchanted item... Maybe that was why the cat hadn't returned? Perhaps he knew that the canine would come to find him soon enough, and stumble across his find? He could almost imagine the smug cat's face, sitting upon whatever resemblance of a throne he could find... His legs spread, inviting the dog to come join him and take his prize for rescuing his Prince...

Dexter shook his head, shaking such unchaste thoughts from his mind. How was it that even when the flirtatious snow leopard wasn't there he still had some way to squirm his... depravity into the shepherd's mind. But he couldn't afford such dalliances to impede his duty to Tyr... especially not now when he still didn't know if his friend was safe or not.

Discretion was definitely in order as he pulled his sword free from its sheath, mumbling the old word which brought forth the enchanted blade's glow, just enough to let his low light vision spy what's in front of him if he had to trapse into the old stonework beneath the keep. He also took a second to call upon his god's vision, closing his eyes as he muttered the prayer and opened them again to search for the taint of Evil upon the old castle... One round, then two, then three...Peering into the overgrown structure didn't reveal any lingering auras... Not evil ones, at least. But the dog didn't need to be a wizard to know there were probably some magical shenanigans going on in such a place.

Better be quiet about it... as much as the paladin loathed sneaking about the place, a few chance encounters had at least taught him the lesson of not strolling right through the front gate and boldly announcing his presence without first knowing what was waiting for him. Not... that his traipsing past the ruined gatehouse and into the keep's wild courtyard was any better. Every step there was a clink of metal armor on metal, the smack of his sword's sheath jostling against his belt. In the back of his mind he felt, more than saw, the die for his skill roll come up. A decent roll, but between his lack of any ranks in Move Silently, and the armor check penalty of his armor, he was hardly an unheard presence as he pushed through the dense foliage.

What had once been the packed grass had grown wild and high, up to the paladin's knees as he waded through it - leaving behind a trail of trampled blades in his wake that made his intrusion even more painfully obvious, he didn't have any skills in dealing with that either... Yet still he walked slowly, carefully, trying to keep the noise he made to a minimum as he crossed through the field, skirting wild, sprawling bushes that might have once been a flower garden tucked in the courtyard's corner.

It was as the shepherd neared one of the half collapsed doorways into the keep proper that the dog finally noticed something - a small miracle all in itself considering the rather paltry skill points he had, none of which went into Spot or Listen. It was a faint blue glow receding into the ruined stone work, almost seeming to invite him in... Trap immediately screamed to Dexter, but it was as good a place to start searching as any, and whatever being radiated that light likewise didn't ping off of his mystical senses. He half expected the source of that blue glow to draw away from him as he cautiously approached, expecting a creature to strike or the ceiling to give out with every step he took. Yet instead, the glow seemed to be... waiting for him. Lurking around the next corner until the clink of the paladin's steps was near then scurrying away... A turn here... A corner there...

Until the glow descended down a set of stairs into what would have been the structure's dungeon when it once served a lord's armies. Again the paladin followed, a step at a time as he did his best to keep alert. He was starting to think that, perhaps, he really was being overly concerned... Surely if this keep belonged to some monstrous beast or evil overlord, he would have provoked a response by now... Perhaps Henneike was giggling the entire time, laughing from some corner of the keep as he lured the paladin around into the conspicuously free of dust, seemingly abandoned halls.

That thought only grew as the paladin rounded one last corner and found the quarry he was chasing after... A brilliant, flickering blue flame, dancing and bobbing in the air to some unseen current. A Will-O-Wisp... accursed, mischievous little flames that liked to lure away travelers until they were hopefully lost... And this one had just taken him down into the depths of some ruined keep. Well, if it wasn't the snow leopard doing this, Dexter had the mind that this must have been another trick of the faerie dragon... Or whatever other local fae lived nearby. Still, the last Will-o-Wisp he encountered with the snow leopard had the faint residue of an evil creature radiating from it, yet this one bobbed before him without a hint of it... Was it something different, or was something obscuring his detection..?

Whatever the case, the paladin was about ready to sheathe his sword and march out of the keep to interrogate the fae dragon further when his ears picked up a noise from deeper in the dungeons... Familiar... It sounded like his friend's, but far too distant and weak for him to be sure, not while he was relying purely upon his racial bonus to Listen to pick it up. He went still, trying to focus on the notes echoing from the dungeons ahead, gripping his sword close... Finally picking up a word half uttered from his friend! A desperate, pleading 'Please!'

Dexter didn't think he had ever heard Henneike plead with such desperation, and without hesitation, the paladin threw all caution to the wind, rushing past the Will-o-Wisp which flickered and danced out of his way from the current of wind the dog left in his wake. The snow leopard's voice grew closer, leading his way as the grip on his sword grew tighter. Just around the corner now, the cell door was still open. In the back of his mind the dog recognized the sound of panting, growls... no doubt the cat's torturers had been at it for quite a while! But that was about to end, now! Charging through the door shield first to slam the half-opened wooden thing to the side, he raised his sword to bring his momentum crashing down on the first target he saw, the holy might of his Lord channeling through the blade!

And then he stopped.

The paladin practically froze in place, staring stupefied at the scene in front of him. His jaw slackened, heterochromatic eyes widened. His grip remained on the hilt of his sword by instinct yet his fingers no longer held the blade with the same fervor, allowing the blade to droop an inch or so downwards whilst still held high above the paladin's head - so in shock was his body that he didn't even remember to lower his sword arm. He didn't even have the attention to recognize that his save roll pop up had come up with a Natural 1, a critical failure that allowed the... perversion he witnessed to wrack his mind unabated despite his blessings and bonuses! The heads up display for his status bar flickered with the Dazed status effect icon, and his once brilliant blue Will bar began to falter, shrinking away by a half-tenth of its size just from the sheer sight of the depravity in front of him!

He couldn't see much of the snow leopard, but he saw enough to recognize him. His spotted ass and tail were plastered against the surface of a table. Even if he didn't recognize the sight of the cheeky snow cat's back side from his few flirtatious attempts in the past, Dexter would only have to glance up to see the cleric's name, health, and Will bar pop up to the side of the figure currently on top of him. The figure that was taking up so much of the virgin paladin's mental processing that Dexter didn't even think to check it to let him know his friend's condition.

Instead, those dual colored eyes were watching as that figure was completely and utterly ravaging his friend's body. He could not see the figure's head, bent over as he was on his current play thing, leaving only his backside for the shepherd dog to observe - enough to tell the paladin that the man pounding his hips into his friend's body and drawing such needy, sultry whimpers, moans, and begs for more from the snow leopard's lips was a fox. A rather unusual one, considering not just one, but five tails flicked behind the kitsune's hips. A rugged, powerful figure whose sultry growls joined the chorus of his friend's euphoric vocals, and despite the paladin's better nature, brought a shiver to his own tail. But by far the most eye catching part of it all was the sight of the fox's cock plundering his friend's cunt for all that it had to offer. A sight that Dexter's eyes became glued to, watching while his Dazed condition slowly ticked down, as the fox's tails hovered just above, almost perfectly framing the sight for him to admire.

And what a sight it was... The paladin's toes curled within his boots at the sheer size of the vulpine's cock slamming in and out of his friend. A pair of plump, white furred nuts swayed just behind it, rolling along with the creature's motions, almost tempting his gaze to pry themselves away from watching every inch of that red, glossy mast disappearing into his friend's cunt. The sheer fecundity of those balls evident in the messy, overflowing seed from the two's previous breeding. Every plunge of that tailhole clenching sight churned another rivulet of spent seed to flow out from those lips and over that knotted cock, spilling down over the stud's fat nuts as they clapped against the snow mew's taint, a fresh coat of the fox's own musky ambrosia applied to his loins, before the overflowing seed was sent tumbling to the stone floor beneath the fox's feet upon every tug back of his hips. The wet splat of jizz crashing against seed soaked stone joining the lurid cacophony of their breeding.

Wait, cunt? For a second Dexter managed to wrestle his thoughts out of their stunned stupor. Henneike was a male! A fact that he knew well considering the snow leopard had been 'less than modest' about camp some nights! But he knew this was his friend, the sight, the sounds, the smell (as much as he could pick up the cat's scent beneath the blood pumping scent of virile fox stud soaking in his nostrils), even a glance at his friend's red lining Will bar told him it was him! Wait, redlining!?

He had been so distracted by the depravity in front of him that Dexter had completely forgotten to look at the status bar for his friend! Just off to the side of the fox still ravishing his mysterious new sex was the enigmatic bar, popping into existence within the shepherd's vision as soon as he had got close enough to his friend. His health was alright, but his Will... The once pristine blue bar was completely gone! In its place, sliding imperceptibly further to the right with each and every thrust into his friend's new cunt, was a hazardous red Corruption bar. A bar that when filled all the way to the right would mean his friend would be broken, permanently a pliable, docile, vacant headed slut for this fox's dick! Not that the snow leopard had much in his mind anyway... Between his empty Will bar and a glance towards the status affliction icons just beneath it, his friend's pliant state would be laid bare by a familiar icon representing that his friend was currently entranced, or perhaps more accurately, enthralled. The other icons next to it weren't much better, some unusual icon featuring a fox's head, which much like the icon for his enthrallment was an ongoing effect. The one next to it though... The icon was clear, a swollen belly which brought to mind one thing in combination with the cat's new sex, especially as every brief sight of the cat's lower body between the fox's legs furing his back swings showed his noticeably bloated, cum swollen belly... A dark sort of shiver ran through the dog's spine at the mere thought, let alone what the '3' superimposed on top of the icon meant, especially as Henneike's faltering, enthralled voice cooed out, asking for the fox to breed him again...

A request that the fox fucking him even further senseless seemed all to happy to oblige. For all the burning indignation brewing within Dexter's body, he could not yet summon the strength to move against the yet to fade Dazed condition. Despite his sword still being near enough ready to strike, despite only being but a few steps from reaching his friend, he could do naught but watch as the vulpine growled, a possessive snarl vibrated into Henneike's ear yet still managed to make the virgin paladin shudder with sinful delight. Watch as the male's hips buried his knot into the cat's cunt which had no doubt grown far too used to such an incredible girth than the dog thought possible. Watch as their depraved coupling came to a crushing stop as the fox's hips ground himself as deep into that flooded womb as that prick could manage, matted nuts flexing ominously against the snow leopard's taint... Hear his friend's satisfied, moaning whimpers of submissive glee as each flex sent another rope of virile fox seed crashing into his belly, causing yet more streaks of overflowing cum to pour out from his well fucked sex, yet more splatters filling the air from the male's impossible fecundity.

He felt another mentally unbalancing blow to his psyche from watching the two's session come to a close, but fortuitously, this time the paladin managed his save, warding off the worst of the corrupting depravity. No refresh on that daze, allowing the last few seconds of it to tick by as he saw the fox's load unload into his friend... The teeth clenching sight of his friend's Corruption bar grew further to the right... The icon for his friend's pregnancy ticking another stack upwards... Watch as a new level down status icon popped up, and with a yet further kick of surprise to spur the paladin's indignation forward, notice how his friend's level ticked down from 4 to 2... He had been 12 the last time Dexter had seen him, the same as himself! He had fallen so far in just a manner of days!

"S, stop right there!" the shepherd finally managed, forcing his breath through his teeth as the last few seconds of his status effect ticked down.

"Ah... I think that friend you told me about is finally here~" the possessive voice of the fox growled out as he finished rumbling the last of his post-coital bliss into his friend's ear. The figure lifted his head, not yet looking away from his friend, but pulling back so that the shepherd could spy his green hair and ears... And sneak a peek past his hip to look at his friend's face...

"Mmf... He'll... He'll be a good pup for you too..." the cat huffed, seemingly barely able to speak through the sea of pleasure that rampant rut had inflicted upon his psyche, but Dexter's gaze was far more drawn towards the brilliant, glowing blue of his friend's eyes... The usual hazel blue eyes lost in the swirling sapphire tones of his enchantment, a mirrored pool of the blue glint which radiated along the corner of the fox's cheek, a reflection of his new Master's eyes...

"I, I will do no such thing! Unhand my friend and undo your twisted depravity upon him, foul creature! And I will spare you the righteous punishment of Tyr!" Dexter blurted out as soon as that accursed status had finally flickered off of his status bar! All that burning indignation smoldering against the depraved words of his corrupted friend, but the shepherd knew the snow leopard didn't mean it... It was the fox's enchanting eyes that were talking... Or the belly full of seed stewing in his womb, or...

The paladin shook his head, clearing away such thoughts... Despite the fact that his Will bar was still mostly full, missing just under a tenth thanks to that failed save and the chip damage through his defenses, just being in the presence of this fox seemed to be a constant assault on his psyche. The right side of the blue bar is constantly flanked with a white line from the pixel by pixel grind upon his senses... He wasn't certain if it was the scent, or just the thought of it, but already the paladin felt his breath rolling heavily, his body flushed with arousal... His own shameful arousal hidden by the armor hanging over his hips, preserving the paladin's honor despite how deeply his core shook at the primal act he was hapless to witness.

"Oh will you now~? Well... You'll have to excuse me for a moment... It'll be a minute or two before I untie from your friend here... And you wouldn't want me to 'hurt' him by pulling free early, would you?" the kitsune teased, coming to a stand, or as best of one as he could, half lifting the snow leopard's rear up along with his hips.

"I, uh..." Dexter struggled to think of a response, the very thought of letting the fox remain hilted in his friend for even a second more sat wrongly with the paladin, but he couldn't deny the charge that he wouldn't want to hurt his friend... even if his friend was to far gone at the time to even notice it.

"And of course... You wouldn't do something as dishonorable as attacking a man who has his back to you... Or is unable to defend himself, now would you? That's more the mark of men with much less shiny and quieter armor, isn't it?" the fox spoke again, and the paladin's teeth grit, another point... No, he'd have to take down this fox in a way that was proper, even if he had to bare the fox's words and defilement for a few moments more. That didn't mean he had to stay where he was though, finally taking a step further into the room that reeked of the male's masculinity, the dog circled around the two, trying to get a more precise look at the figure...

He was rather handsome, although the instant that thought rolled through his head the dog shook his head clear of it. From the front, or near enough to it, the man was as athletically muscled as his backside showed, tall, broad shouldered. Leafy green hair definitely called him out as a fae creature as opposed to some sort of kinky, depraved demon. And possessed of such beguiling sapphire blue eyes whose light now glowed within Henneike's gaze too...

He was snapped out of it this time by the sensation of another saving throw being made, eliciting a growl from the dog's throat as he turned his gaze down and away from that enthralling gaze, looking instead towards the cat... From here, he could see everything about his friend, his chest was still as flat and unwomanly as it was before, leaving the change between his legs the only corruption beyond those glinting eyes. Curiously, despite how... eagerly willing... the cat was when he barged in, and still was considering the legs wrapped around the fox's hips with whatever strength was left after that firm pounding, his hands were currently bound against the far end of the table he was laid upon.

"Just, hurry up already. If I think you're purposefully stalling I'll consider my obligations to my oath fulfilled and strike you down," the dog barked, turning his gaze further away, not wanting to look towards the cat... Especially not with how pleased the cleric looked, how every time those eyes managed to free themselves of his owner's gaze they turned to him not with a look pleading for salvation, but of invitation.

"Oh, I wouldn't think of it... The things I promised to do to you when your cat inquired about it..." the kitsune growled lowly, licking his lips as his hips shifted, testing that tie only to end up dragging the snow leopard's hips along with the movement, "To be fair, he was a lot more defiant back then... But I still think he'd want me to follow through on those promises now, wouldn't you pet~?"

"Y, yes..." the beguiled whimper from the cat's voice replied without hesitation.

"Shut up, I don't need to listen to your threats," the shepherd growled as lowly as he could, the temptation to strike growing within his breast with every second that passed, helpfully keeping the more... lurid... desires of flesh at bay as it did so. It had to be the scent, how it settled in his nose, made his blood boil for things that he had never paid mind to for so long before now. Every shift of his weight or every step he took reminded him of its power over his body with how his excitement ground against the leather breaches beneath his armor.

"Well, what else are we going to do besides indulge in pleasant conversation~? You could choose to wait outside if you so wished, I promise to come right out once I've untied from my pet... Well... provided he doesn't get so excited for another round that I just can't say no... But he could probably take another breeding or two before he breaks completely, so it wouldn't be that bad."

"Not. Another. Word." Dexter reinforced, eyes narrowing as he tentatively reached out to the pool of divine energy, readying at a moment's notice to strike if the fox dared speak again. A fact that the vulpine seemed to have caught onto, considering the crooked grin that spread upon his black lips, and his merciful silence from then on...

Which made the idle whimpers from his friend the only other lingering noise in the room. Particularly as the kitsune's hips idly rolled or tested that knot, drawing such plaintive whimpers and allowing another thick dollop of the fox's seed to spill out around his knot and splat against the wet floor. And the dog had to wait, had to breathe in that corrupting scent, feel it tingle in the back of his mind... A slow, but insidious clawing at his Will bar, but it still was in good nick... He could outlast this fox's teases... would outlast this fox's teases...

And his patience was finally rewarded with a satisfied grunt from the kitsune's own lips, and his friend's half vacant moan. The dog's ears cowled against the back of his scalp from the lurid combination, especially when it was joined by the wet squelch of that cock prying free, and pint after pint of vulpine virility spilled out from that now empty cunt and soaked the stones with a fresher paint of musk. Dexter considered himself fortunate he wasn't still standing by the door otherwise he would have no doubt seen, not just heard, the mess that the fox tugging free caused.

"There~ See, that wasn't so long... Longer without a pleasant conversation, but I know how stuck up you paladin types can be," the kitsune rumbled out again, no hint of concern at all for the shepherd's presence as he took a step away from the cat, giving the canine a clear line of attack if he so wished. And yet...

"N, now put your clothes and armor on! And fetch your weapon... I won't have people saying I struck down an unarmed man, no matter how much they deserve it," Dexter barked with as much authority as he could summon, while his two colored eyes did their best attempt to not wander down to that monster standing so brazenly on the kitsune's crotch.

"I hardly need such to deal with you," the fox taunted with a rumble, drawing the dog's eyes to swivel sharply towards the fox's face with another glare, before swiftly darting back down to his shoulders as another mental ping of a successful saving throw rang through his mind. "Although, perhaps you just don't wish it to be known that a paladin of your reputation was taken down by a fox that didn't even have a pair of pants on his person~?"

"Fine, I have been more than accommodating to you anyway," the shepherd finally growled, one barb finally too much for him to take. His lips pulled back into a snarl as he charged forward, one step, two, then three. He swung his momentum into his blade, putting a good deal of his strength behind the weapon to enhance the force behind his blow at a token expense of his accuracy - instead calling upon the divine fervor of his lord to ensure his strike didn't fall short!

And, for a split second, the dog relished in the sight of the divinely glowing blade slicing towards the fox's fur... only to see the fox's form seemingly blur away, his blade slicing through thin air and leaving him stumbling to an end of his charge with nothing to show for it besides an expenditure of his daily uses of Smite Evil.

"What!?" Dexter barked out, but while his turn was over the fox's was just beginning.

"Really, at this level you've not prepared to deal with magical defenses? Or were you completely reliant upon my pet to deal with such defenses," the fox rumbled as he stepped in behind the cat, coming within just a foot or so behind the dog. The weight of the male's breath upon the dog's ear brought a shiver to that dark, yearning core within his body that the fox's depravity had awoken.

"You adventurers are always so invested in your trinkets after all... Too much I'd say, so much of your strength and power comes from what you wear instead of who you are... Take, for example, this cloak," the fox's hands wandered along the magical cloth which was pinned to his shoulders, drawing a sudden look of concern to the paladin's face.

"Hey wait, no!" he barked out, to no avail as the fox's hands half tugged, half tore the fabric from where it was pinned to his shoulders. No major damage, a simple cantrip from Henneike or himself could fix it, but as it was removed from his person Dexter could immediately feel its protective and reinforcing magic fade from his being! His saves dropped several notches without the abjuring ward the item provided, and even more so as its bonuses to his Charisma went with it.

"There we go... That should make you far easier to control..." the kitsune snarled with a possessive venom to his throat, giving the fabric a casual toss behind him to fall along the stone where it may - Dexter dearly hoped not in the pool of fox musk the snow leopard was still spilling onto the floor.

"Nnnngg... I still have Tyr's favor protecting me!" the shepherd growled, twisting about on his feet as the initiative fell back to him, but he could already feel the lack of his gear. He was panting, every breath drawing in more of the kitsune's scent. The constant pings of successful saves as he stayed within the smell was now occasionally tempered by a warning claxon of Failure, coming with a notch of his Will bar sliding away as the male's pheromones washed into his blood.

A war of attrition wasn't going to be in the dog's favor anymore. And without a weapon, he didn't feel there was much need to rely upon his shield for protection, opting to drop the protective sheet with a twist of his wrist and take his longsword in both hands. Sacrificing one of his uses of his deity's boons he channeled it into his blade once more, calling upon another use of Smite Evil, and threw himself into a flurry of blows against the fox in front of him!

Again, the first seemed to have caught the nimble vulpine only for his flesh to blur into the shadows of the room, the canid's dastardly illusion misleading the dog's strike yet again! But he had two more follow up attacks, the second missing the kitsune's ducking sway due to a low roll, but the third caught him, chopping down as the fox went low!

This time the fox's frame didn't blur away! ...Instead, the shepherd was treated to the spirit lowering ping of his blade smacking against the barriers of force the mystical vulpine had conjured around him, wards that might not have been powerful enough to deflect his strongest, most accurate strike at the beginning, but was more than adequate to turn away the final follow up swing from his attacks.

"Tyr damn you," the shepherd growled through gritted teeth and waited for the vulpine's counter attack.

"Oh, don't bring your god into this... Not when this is a failing of your own making," the fox rumbled with the same blaise attitude of before. "For all of you paladin's bluster and divine protections, you're wholly under equipped to deal with anything more challenging than a simple minded brute... Poor Will saves making you entirely dependent upon your charisma to make up the difference, a preciously limited attack per day... You'd have been better off just being a fighter with some flavor than putting any more levels in it after the second," the fox teased, his face looming in front of the paladin's with how close he was.

"Just hurry up and take your actions already!" Dexter barked, his nerves fraying at the thought of the next saving throw he'd have to make because of the creature's scent, and how it'd make his blood flow hotter if it failed.

"If you're getting that hot and bothered my soon to be pet... I suppose I can hurry this along," the fox's demeaning term for him drew another growl from the beleaguered paladin's throat, but before he could utter words through his growls the fox struck... Not at him, but instead at his sword arm. The dog tried to twist his elbow away from the fox's grabbling arms, but his martial prowess didn't seem to be able to keep up with the fox's own, especially not with the strength that rippled through the rugged fox's physique. His arm was twisted, hand shocked loose of the handle of his weapon by a sudden kneeing into the back of his forearm, the clatter of enchanted metal clattering onto the stone ground before it scraped and clattered its way farther away from a kick of the naked fox's feet.

The paladin's eyes visibly swelled in mild panic. He had expected the fox to be some sort of spellcaster... A strong... tall... athletic one that could pin him down... but a spellcaster nonetheless! Not one that would be able to keep itself toe toe toe in a fight with him, yet alone disarm him! Even if Dexter wasn't the strongest physically of paladins, much more dedicated to his faith and conviction than his sword arm, the fact he was now stripped of everything sans his armor and rings left his mind reeling for ways to try and turn this around!

"Well now... What is a paladin to do without his weapon~? Will you try channeling your faith through your fists now~? But I'm guessing that wouldn't do much without the feats to do more than bloody someone's nose... And rather lacking in the same enchanted bite," the fox growled as the dog felt the initiative return to his body.

Far too focused on a struggle to survive, not just rescue his friend now, Dexter didn't spare the breath to respond. It would just draw more of that sinfully corrupting scent to his lungs, after all, as the barely successful save at the start of his turn reminded him. Instead, he tried to dive past the fox, not fearing any damaging reprisal for his disregard of the male's threat range to try and get his weapon back in hand. An effort that didn't succeed for more than a few steps before he felt the fox's hand grab him by the scruff of his neck, yanking him back hard enough that the canine nearly stumbled into the fox - only managing to catch his footing at the last second.

"Hope you weren't trying to escape, My kitten would miss not being able to have you at his side any more~" the fox growled in his ears, making the failed play for his weapon bite even further.

With only his standard action, and the fae creature's attack of opportunity spent on keeping him disarmed, the dog's eyes flicked towards the sorry state the snow leopard was in... Only level 2 now... The snow leopard would have been able to do much to help in this fight like the damn fox had said, but with that current level he'd be a liability, more than a help... But if he could keep the fox's attention on him... maybe... maybe he could rescue his friend. "Dispel Magic!" the dog barked out, pointing a hand towards the cat to channel the magic in an attempt to free him from the fox's spell.

Another ping of failure in the canine's mind. Physical prowess or no, whatever mystical abilities this fox had was more than enough for the half caster level progression of a paladin. The enchantment which gripped the feline's mind, pronounced by the status icon beneath his bar, stood as evidence his own limited magic was inadequate to challenge the fox's hold on his friend.

"A+ for creativity and heroic self sacrifice, sadly lacking in ability still," the fox demeaned him once again before his grip tightened on the canine, tugging him back into his front. The shepherd squirmed as best he could, particularly as he swore he could feel the... sinful... depraved... warmth of the creature's cock resting against the back of his armor whilst the fox's chin loomed against his brow. Every squirm against the fox's grip just seemed to make that warmth rub deeper through his armor... the shepherd almost able to imagine how that slick, glistening monster must look against the metal plate, every second it lingered staining the polished metal with his corruptive scent...

"If you had multiclassed as a sorcerer and just used your god's blessings to support more arcane abilities, you may have had the abjuration strength to pierce that enchantment. But as it is, I believe this concludes your little show of 'defiance~" he purred into his ear, so close that Dexter could feel the rumbling vibrations from that growl dance along his scalp.

"S, screw you..." the dog barked out through his pants, those gluttonous droughts of air letting the fox's scent seep deeper into him, especially now that the source of that corrupting scent was so close at hand. But he had failed one too many saving throws to keep his breath calm, to keep himself from looking so flustered as the fox manhandled him from behind. He squirmed, hoping to pry free from the fox's hands once more, only to find whatever strength he could summon past the enfeebling warmth of need in his body sorely lacking.

"I suppose it doesn't matter either way right now..." the fox purred again, a shiver-inducing growl followed after those words as the fox's hands slid down from his shoulders, tracing down along the paladin's arms. Once again Dexter's arms tried to resist, to pull away from those hands, only to be met with failure once more as the fox's hands pried his arms behind his back. At least there wasn't anything the fox could possibly have on his person to bind him-

And as if almost on queue as soon as the paladin had that thought, the kitsune spoke a word in sylvan, invoking bindings of arcane force which coiled around his wrists, pinning them against one another! A surprised yelp rang from the paladin as he pulled at the mystical bindings, doing little more than squirming against the fox's broad chest with his protests. But the fox was not so idle... No longer needing to hold his arms by both hands, he kept one on those wrists to keep him held close, while the other... The other slid beneath the faulds of his armor, fingers boldly stroking along the leather breaches beneath, until the intruding digits found their prize, coiling around the tent the paladin's arousal had caused.

"S, stop..." the dog called out, as the fox's hand took no heed of his whines, slipping up to simply unclasp the belt that held those breaches in place, allowing the leather garb to slide down along the dog's thighs and expose his eager flesh to the fox's hand... As well as his own cheeks to the warmth radiating from the kitsune's own desire, albeit mercifully separated by the cullet on his rump.

"You're whimpering like a virgin... Surely such a brave, heroic 'paladin' like you has a few experiences to his name," the fox's words rumbled against his ear again, as his fingers squeezed encouragingly along the base of that inexperienced flesh, drawing a plaintive whine and a swell from his knot. "Tyr surely does not require a strict focus upon being chaste to deny yourself such pleasures before~ Although... Perhaps that's why my cat was so eager in the end."

The shepherd's ears burned with shame as the fox touched and teased him, especially as his hips rolled into the squeezing hand out of reflex, revealing just how excited his body had grown since he had first barged in through the door. "I've..." he tried to protest, although his words were undermined by a heated huff which rolled from his lips, "I've devoted myself to Tyr's Justice entirely in exchange for his superior blessings..."

Dexter wasn't sure why he confirmed the fox's suspicions, whether it was his own desperate attempt to reinforce his floundering resistance by stating his oaths, or some nudging influence from those blue eyes staring down at him he couldn't say. All he knew was that it prompted a possessive, callous chuckle from the kitsune's lips, his fingers wrapping once more around the paladin's sensitive knot to coax a needful throb from the virgin flesh, painting the underside of the metal fullet's with his own arousal. "Doesn't look like those blessings did you much good here, did they~? Maybe if you were a bit more... experienced... in temptation you would have been more resilient to the temptations my scent offered~" the kitsune taunted, growling into his ear which prompted another desperate, mouthed prayer from the paladin.

Yet no matter how fervently he muttered, prayered, or tried to steel his mind against the fox's corrupting influence, his body burned for it. Even with only a tenth or so of his Will missing from his hud his tail was already lifting high, brushing against the studly fox's chest, parting his cullet to allow that burning warmth of virility to press against his bare cheeks. The glistening warmth oozing onto his fur, matting his cheeks with the kitsune's scent...

No! The dog couldn't let this happen... Couldn't let his first time be claimed by this... by this fox! The sudden panic surged through the canine, allowing him the strength to finally pry away from the kitsune's hand, slipping free as he pushed forward and away from the virile warmth of the mystical vulpine. Not very far though, as no sooner had he taken a few steps forward in his blind panic his feet fell out from underneath him, unable to balance with his still bound arms behind his back.

The fox was on him again almost instantly, not even giving the canine a moment to appreciate his brief respite as he approached with a steady gait. Dexter did his best to get away, rolling onto his side, managing to tuck his legs beneath his torso, and with at least his modicum of strength, managed to get himself back onto his knees... Just in time to look up, and see the fox standing in front of him. The glint of blue tugged at the edge of his vision, but for once the canine's gaze was drawn to something else - the twitching, sputtering mass of vulpine dick hanging just a few inches in front of his sensitive nose.

It was an impressive sight before, certainly, especially as he saw it plundering his friend's new cunt... But now that it was standing in front of him, wafting its mind dulling scent with every twitch of the flesh, even his excited, musk dosed body quivered in the anticipation of having to handle that thing. Not that the fox gave him much of a choice there either, reaching forward to take a hold of his head by the back of his scalp and shoving the canine's face forward, pressing his nostrils in the cleft of those amble nuts and the tucked back sheath above. The silky fur now surrounding his nose thick with the fox's scent, yet the canine's body couldn't help itself, indulging in the scent with a long, eager breath that sent his ears quivering and eyes momentarily glazing - the nick to his Will confirmation enough for the fox that the dog had failed yet another save.

"Look up. Keep your gaze on my eyes..." the fox called out down, drawing the canine out of his fleeting moment of lustful bliss, lulling his heterochromatic eyes to stare past the slab of meat splayed across his face. His blue eye was covered by the slick meat drooling against his scalp, causing the dog to keep that one closed while his yellow eye starred up into those inviting blues... His mind recalled that he didn't want to stare at those eyes... But he couldn't find the strength to pull his gaze away anymore, letting the ping of that enthralling stare failing to overcome his will saves join the mental melody of saving throws against the fox's musk. No doubt the fox had laced those words with some sort of enchanting spell, taking advantage of the momentary weakness that hit him from that wave of pheromones to slip such compulsions into his mind...

"Nnn... I... I won't break to your will... Like... Henneike..." he panted against the fox's crotch as another tangible throb of the red meat painted his floppy ear with a splotch of the warm, viscous essence. Yet for all the conviction the paladin struggled to put into words, he couldn't escape the thoughts already beginning to bubble up from his depraved subconscious... Long years of unfulfilled, listless fancies, denying even thinking of such unwholesome things... But now it was much harder to escape those thoughts, those questions. A burning curiosity to open his lips and find out how it tasted... how the cream which oozed from that tip like a leaky faucet would sit against his tongue. How maybe, if it wasn't for the state of his friend, the danger to his own psyche, this might not have been so bad...

He would have shaken his head of such thoughts, except now his head was within the stubborn grip of the fox in front of him... And his eyes fastened just as firmly to the fox's own, leaving no way for him to escape those sinful thoughts creeping along his consciousness. No more so than he could escape the warm touch of his cock along his face, or the white fur of those nuts ground against his snout with every idle grind of the fox's hips. Instead, all the dog could do was glare past the male's cock as he knelt, trying to show as much defiance as he could.

"Oh, I wouldn't call it 'breaking'... more... finding fulfillment..." the kitsune growled, licking over his chops as another roll of his hips smothered his crotch against the canine's snout once again as his tails flicked behind his hips in anxious desire. "But first... Let's do something about those teeth now... We wouldn't want you to decide the humiliation of having to use your fangs would be more tolerable than the shame of tasting your first dick, now, don't we?"

The dog gulped at the fox's phrasing, uncertain what spell he was going to weave, or item to summon next, but kept his glare staring into those inviting blue eyes, even as another twitch of that mast left a splatter of precum oozing across his brow. Fortunately, his worst concerns were alleviated as the fox's spell went into effect, a status icon beneath the kitsune's own Health and Will bar showing that he was now under the effects of Sanctuary... A fact that caused a frustrated growl from his throat, and a small mutter underneath his breath, "Let me guess, being bludgeoned by that 'club' isn't going to count as an attack..."

"No, but your teeth being a Natural Weapon certainly would," the fox grinned, as his free hand slid down, prying the canine's jaws apart with his thumb. The strong digit stroked along the canine's fangs, practically inviting the dog to bite down, daring him to as it seemed to appraise those fangs and even offered a fond rub with the smooth side of his claw along that tongue. "Go on, try it... You wouldn't want it to be said you didn't at least scratch your opponent before being bested now don't you~? Who knows, you might even be able to Save and invalidate the spell..."

The shepherd's jaws did their best to grind down, partly out of frustration, partly to defy the fox's spell and prove that he would not have such an easy time time using the dog for his pleasure... Only to sharpen his glare as the warning mental ping of another failed save... Had his saving throws really been weakened so between the debilitating effects of that scent and the stripping of his cloak!? Or was the fox far more powerful than he originally thought... Just what sort of place did Henneike stumble into..? Yet still he tried his best to get his jaws to clench down, to press his fangs against the intruding digit, but even as the clawed finger curled around to tug at his snout against the roof of his maw, he could not get his jaw to clench down with anything more forceful than a firm suckling...

"Hmm... Knew you'd be an eager little slut, all that repressed sexuality just boiling up from the surface... You'll be a needier bitch than my kitten soon enough," the fox taunted with a possessive growl, slipping his finger from the protesting dog's lips with a wet plop. "I bet you're already dying to find out how it tastes aren't you~? Past that silly little lare of yours... And I bet you've been curious how cock tastes long before you stumbled into my castle, haven't you?" the fox's words continued to tease as those hips finally began to draw backwards, retreating from the shepherd's face... Mercifully, it finally freed his nostrils from that musk clogged fur, allowing him to take a few breaths of air that was merely tainted by the aphrodisiac laced scent, rather than utterly flooded with it.

"Nn... Fuck... You..." he panted out, even if his defiant tone wavered with the undeniable need his body burned with, nevermind how futile those words sounded as the fox's cock slowly slid down along his face. A trail of errant pre oozed in its wake, soaking and matting the canine's fur with the fecund essence, glazing his nostrils with a fine layer of its condensed musk as that twitching tip finally slipped from his snout and was held in front of his lips by the hand that had just recently been probing his maw.

"Such unbecoming language for a paladin now isn't it? Perhaps we should wash that tongue of yours out for such profane language," the fox practically purred down at his new toy in victory, his words rolling from his throat as his hips rolled forward once again, pressing that slick tip against the dog's lips. Fortunately for Dexter, he managed to keep his lips closed, fangs clenched against one another in an effort to prevent the fox from despoiling his body any further with his lusts... The cock ground a few inches across his lips, leaving them tingling with the vulpine's warm pre, taunting the dog's tongue to lap up the substance and finally indulge in its taste...

Unfortunately for him, he was not so lucky on the next press of those thighs, mercifully saving the paladin from having to resist the temptation to indulge in that newfound craving. To the paladin's chagrin, the same spell that kept his jaw from biting down to hurt the fox was likewise keeping him from keeping his jaw clenched as it approached, prying its way in. His jaw slackened just enough as needed, allowing the fox's cock to slide deeper, forcing him to welcome it more by that spell to keep his teeth from that flesh... Until, with a follow up roll of the kitsune's hips, he found the creature's cock sinking past his lips... the hot, heavy tool gouging along his tongue, smearing its fecund essence along the muscle, soaking it in that corrupting taste. The dog's tongue recoiled, fighting against the sudden urge to lap along the flesh to indulge in the taste of his first dick, but no matter where he tried to wiggle or squirm the muscle he couldn't escape the sheer girth of that prick stuffing his cheeks, nor the taste that dripped and pooled along the bottom of his maw.

The dog's ears cowed in shame at the violation, his eyes desperately desiring to look anywhere else but his abuser's blues. He couldn't even close his eyes for long before the hypnotic compulsion still holding onto his mind forced them to open again, allowing the kitsune's sight to see the turbulent emotions rolling across his features. He hated it, burned to the depths of his core in humiliation at being so powerless, being used for the idle pleasures and fancy of this depraved creature. Hated how the first grind of that cock across his tongue made his own inexperienced member throb and twitch at its zenith, drooling a small pool of its own musky essence between his knees. Hated the thought that this was how his adventuring days were going to end, pleasuring a fox, broken until the days of heroics was but a distant memory before he was broken into a dutiful cocksleeve for the sylvan creature. He wanted to pull away, to let at least his mind drift away and focus on something else, anything else, than what was happening. But those blue eyes staring into his soul anchored him to this moment, kept him focused on every sensation rolling across his mind, every unseen shiver that rolled through his body as the tangy taste of that pre grew in his psyche. A steady beat of his own naive lips and tongue struggling to handle the fox's sheer size and the ping of, mostly successful, saves drumming through his head - even as the blue bar of his Will fell slowly towards 80% with every half thrust of the fox's plundering shaft.

He didn't think it could get any worse, the firm grip on the back of his head coaxing him forward against his protests, working with the fox's own hips to set him on to a gentle bobbing along those first few inches whilst all he could do in protest was try to keep his maw from pleasuring that cock as best as he could. A challenge as his body's lurid fantasies had him constantly fighting the reflex to slurp, to suckle that cock like a newly ordained slut, but one he managed, for now.

And then that fat girth tickled against the back of his throat, grinding past the end of Dexter's tongue with a particularly demanding tug against his scalp. It was a touch that the dog was not expecting, could not expect with his lack of experience. His throat spasmed, gagging audibly against the invading prick, a sputter of spit and precum flicking from his lips and onto that intruding shaft - yet the Sanctuary spell on the fox kept his fangs from clamping down with the sudden coughing fit... Leaving no danger to the kitsune's pleasure from the fit.

Instead, the fox seemed to take it as an invitation, just as the first surprised gag had run its course, Dexter found his head forced down by the weight of the fox's grip on the back of his head, coercing that cock a full few inches deep into his gullet between that tug and the male's own, merciless press forward with his hips. An advance that caused the dog's eyes to nearly bulge out from his skull once more, feeling the stretch of his throat wrapped around that tapered girth, feeling it lodge in his throat. He could swear he felt it bulging just above his adam's apple before the panicked dog's body attempted to draw breath and found the flow of air over that dick wanting, prompting another panicked series of gags...

"There's almost nothing better than breaking in a new boy~" the fox's depraved words growled from his throat, joining the symphony of half gags and squelches that came from his struggling maw. Dexter's expression shifted almost every second, reflexively responding to his swirling emotions of anger and shame, humiliation and desire, contorted with reflexive squirms as he felt that cock sink even deeper into his throat! His arms struggled against the mystical bindings behind him, desperately wishing he could use them to try and push the fox's hips away from his face, especially as he saw the white fur of the many-tailed creature's crotch advance ever closer. "Hope you took a good breath pup~"

There was a half quizzical look with the last gagged whimper forced from his body by that cock's last advance, before the kitsune's grip shoved him down. For all the roughness and struggle of that cock working its way into him before, never would Dexter have believed that was the fox being gentle until that limb flexed and shoved his lips down to the base of that cock in one long, gag inducing move. There was no denying that his throat was bulging around that cock, a tell tale impression that ran from the dog's jaw and disappeared into his torso. Every inch of that cock before that knot was now past his lips, pinning his tongue against the floor of his mouth, stuffing his cheeks with the turgid slab of meat, force feeding him that corrupting pre now oozing down his throat, pooling with its sinful warmth within his belly. He squirmed against it, tried to twist and pry his hand away from the dull claws raking along his scalp, knowing that his futile attempts were only giving the fox more pleasure with his lips and throat twisted and squeezed around the kitsune's cock.

Yet, even if he didn't try to pry himself free, his throat would have been doing a good enough job satisfying the fox all on its own - the muscles clamping and squeezing down along the fat girth, trying to force it out to free his gullet for his next breath. Breaths that came up empty whenever his whimpering body forgot the situation it was in and tried to greedily suck down a lungful of fresh air, prompting another series of wet gags over that impaling flesh. The dog was starting to desperately wish for a lungful of air, no matter how tainted with the kitsune's musk it might have been. His chest began to burn for it, heterochromatic eyes watering as they stared up into those blues, each muffled and gagged swallow becoming even more desperate than the last.

And the paladin's Will was starting to suffer for it. Every rough thrust of the fox's hips to greedily plunge that cock back into the dog's throat took with it another sliver of his Will, leaving his mind that much more exposed to the vulpine's enthralling presence. Each slap of those heavy balls clapping against his chin made it that much harder for Dexter to summon the same righteous indignation to his glare. The effect only growing worse as those first few thrusts plunging into his gullet turned to a dozen, leaving the canine little opportunity to satisfy his yearning for air as that cock swelled his throat again, and again, the bulge retreating with every prying tug of those hips only to return with the next swing.

The canine's ears drooped as he felt the warning from his lack of breath plaster itself beneath his hud bar, yet another debilitating condition making his saves all the more difficult to make as his lungs screamed for air. The canine's once defiant expression slipping with every other thrust of the fox's hips into his maw, teasing that knot against his lips as his eyes finally loosened the hold the other male's gaze had upon them,- rolling up towards the back of his head with every jostling buck forward. But that magic affecting him ensured that his eyes would quickly, dutifully, flick back towards those captivating blues before the canine even realized he could, only sometimes remembering to glare before the next face fucking buck wiped that off his face regardless. And throughout it all the canine's cock stood shamefully erect between his own legs, drooling his own essence against his armor, making a right mess if it wasn't for the fox's already considerable puddles of pre and spilled seed to make such a point moot.

Panic turned to desperation, the dog half pleading in his mind for the fox to let him breathe, a half whispered prayer that the fox could read his thoughts and name his price. But if the mystical creature could, it didn't show any hint of answering, instead throwing all caution to the wind as those muscled thighs began to flex and roll that cock into the dog's throat with renewed vigor. The hand holding the paladin's head in place flexing with the effort of holding Dexter's body fast against the resounding blows his hips made against his face in the pursuit of pushing his lusts to their peak. The paladin's gaze now entirely unfocused and scattered, eyes rolling with a listless gate with each buck, as darkness began to creep into the corner of his vision.

Plop.

A sudden, renewed jolt of aching discomfort rung out from his gullet, tugging the canine's mind from the edge of unconsciousness it was teetering towards. His senses still mulled and distorted, eyes half focused on the kitsune's gaze once more as he realized the fox's white crotch fur was now closer to his face than it had been at the zenith of his thrusts. His nose was now once again flush with that crotch fur, basking in the faint trace of the fox's scent detected with his inability to draw that aphrodisiac tainted air in. He felt the warmth and twitching excitement of the fox's balls now preparing to flex against his chin, not just slapping like a pair of lewd wrecking balls as they had been. His tongue was pinned firmly against the bottom of his maw, even more so than it had been before - any attempt to twist or pry the muscle away from that tangy flavor of pre and dick twitching within his maw only serving to grind the slick appendage along that juicy flesh, as his cheeks likewise bulged uncomfortably around the lump of cock flesh ballooning past his lips.

Half unconscious from lack of air as it was, it took the canine more than a few seconds to realize that he had been tied. His arms twitched and tugged sluggishly against his binds, forgetting that they were sealed in place against his back and unable to help him pry his throat off of that monstrous invader. His throat inadvertently milking every inch of that prick as it spasmed and clenched, gagging and attempting to force the obstruction blocking his throat free. Yet, even if the dog had the strength to slip free of the tri-lobed knot ballooning past his lips, he didn't have the strength to escape that steely grip held fast against his head, keeping him there as the kitsune's satisfied sighs rung out.

All it took was a few idle grinds of his cock into that well fucked throat for the paladin's sanctity to be spoiled. Those satisfied sighs and grunts rolling from the fox's toothy smile as he stared down at the delirious pup. "There's a good boy... Drink every drop now... not that I'm giving you much of a choice in the matter..." the kitsune growled, the words only vaguely recognized by the paladin's mind as he felt every inch of that tool swell and flex in his throat, surging around the sheer force and size of those cum shots fed straight to his stomach (or near enough to it). Each hot lance of seed shot into him sending his eyes rolling upwards all on their own, whilst the eagerly whimpering snow leopard nearby could see just what was happening by the visible, pulsating swells throbbing along the bulge of dick in his friend's neck.

Between his oxygen deprived state and his musk afflicted condition, it was no surprise when the paladin felt another mental twitch of a failed saving throw run across his mind, saw the chunks of blue disappearing from his Will bar with every rope of cum pouring into his body. A full percent disappearing with every jet pooling in his belly, bringing the canine's abdomen to a tell tale swell as it did so. 81, 80, 79... His will kept creeping down to three-quarters of its once resolute size, while the dog's eyes were lost staring up listlessly towards his brow from the sensations he was forced to endure.

If only that Will was all he lost from that climax. The paladin felt a depraved warmth flood through his already flustered features as that climax surged into him, aware that this was what his failed save had oh so tragically failed to prevent. Even as his vision began to fade into darkness, the HUD bar at the top left of his vision told him what this had cost him, as the once proudly earned '12' by his class of Paladin flickered, then ticked down to 10. He could feel his strength wane, strength and skill earned by those two levels pouring out of him and into the fox in trade for the seed sloshing within his gut.

And he could swear he saw the fox grow stronger right before his blurry eyes, although the difference was sleight, and the loopy paladin's mind could have just as easily imagined the extra muscle and height to the already considerably rugged fox. Just as much as he could swear that cock was growing larger in his throat, tickling nerves in the last few throbs of jetted seed that had previously been unstretched by that tapered prick, feel the weight of those nuts resting against his chin grow more considerable as well...

He wouldn't have time to process just what was going on there, neither with how his excited length, just as firm and aching with need as before, felt like it was rubbing along the faulds of his armor less often. The creeping tide of black swelling from the corners of his vision finally swept away the rest of his vision, leaving him with only the sight of his will dropping beneath 74 before unconsciousness claimed the poor dog.

He must not have been out for long, though. His teary eyes blinking away the pooling water as his body heaved and coughed, alternating between sputtering hacks which sent flecks of the kitsune's seed spilling from his lips and greedy, pheromone flooding breaths to rejuvenate his body. He was still in front of the fox, eyes gradually focusing to stare at that familiar vulpine cock, a slightly cleaner sight despite the freshly churned layer of throat slop clinging to it compared to the state it was in after breeding Henneike stupid. No doubt in part to the damn fox having used his face as a washcloth for the slick length, leaving a trail of still warm spunk oozing along the side of the canine's face.

Something that the fox was only too happy to repeat now that he was alert, grasping ahold of him by the scruff once again and dragging the heavy tool across his snout and brow, matting his fur in another streak of the fecund essence. That was enough to lull the dog enough out of his stupor to groan, eyes tiredly looking up past the flesh half obstructing his view to those blue eyes... damn that spell. "T, there... I assume you got off," the dog grumbled, more than aware the fox had considering the weight he felt sloshing within his stomach, like he had just imbibed a good bowl's worth of stew. "You can let us now... You've had your fun..."

The dog knew his attempted bargain failed even before the fox responded. If all he wanted was to get his rocks off, he could have done so without doing what he had done to the snow mew... What he was doing to him... That thought brought a visible shiver down the dog's spine thinking of it, how he would look, bound and on his back, the last of his masculinity taken and left with a fertile sex demandin to be bred, a sex that would soon be stretched around its prodigiel lover's girth. Would another adventurer, trying to find where the two storied friends had disappeared to, stumble in to find him mid session with the fox like he had the cat? Would they be bound together, happily serving and swollen bellied with their lord's growing heirs...

The dog shut his eyes for the briefest second he could before the compulsion compelled them to open again, clearing his mind of such thoughts just in time to hear the fox's retort. "Oh, I'm not so easily satisfied with just one go... Besides... I think Henneike is rather happy to stay by my side... You wouldn't want to steal away a father's kits from him anyway, would you? Not exactly an honorable thing to do..."

It was right as the fox was speaking that the dog's senses had returned enough to realize something was different. The weight of his clothes and armor was no longer clinging to his person, restricting his movements. He fought against the charm on his gaze to flick his sight down to the floor, and saw to his chagrin his armor laying in a discarded mess all around him - looking as if the buckles on his garb had come apart all at once, whilst the clothing and leather padding underneath lay in a discarded heap to one corner. No doubt more magical trickery from the kitsune, considering the dog was sure he wasn't unconscious long enough for the fox to unbind his arms, strip him, then rebind them before he regained consciousness!

The weight of that cock throbbed heavily against his brow, as did the yearning, nay, need to look back up into the fox's eyes. Yet the dog's gaze managed to linger along the floor long enough to turn an eye towards his own features... His stomach so filled with the kitsune's force fed 'gift' that he could see a tell tale bulge to his belly, like he had gotten finished with a feast. But more concerning was right beneath it, where his shameful erection had subsided somewhat in his fleeting bout of unconsciousness, but what drew the dog's attention enough to compete with the pull of those eyes was how it was visibly, and immediately, smaller.

He knew the sight of his tool standing between his legs well, after all, even with the hint of softness returning to the prick, he could see that it was standing a good inch smaller than it should have - taking his quite acceptable length to a 'barely modest' size. Such an immediate, tangible proof of the fox's desires for his body drew a plaintive whine from his throat, but the dog could deny those captivating blue eyes any longer and finally swung his blue and yellow back to stare into the inviting gaze, concern palpable on his expression. He was more than certain now that he wasn't just imagining that cock being bigger than the last time he was having his snout smothered in the kitsune's crotch, now, he had a very good idea where it had gotten that size from too.. "P, please..?"

"Don't feel too bad... Just think of how happy your friend will be once I've finished draining your masculinity... In fact, you might even say in a small way, that cat just helped me to fuck you into a stupor... It would only be fair to return the favor as fast as we could, no?" the kitsune teased, snarling hungrily down at his prize. If the fox stared at him like he was a treat before, the eager glare behind those sapphire eyes was like a predator closing in for the kill.

The dog couldn't pull his gaze away from that stare, even as the fox leaned down, that cock mercifully sliding away from his face, only for the kitsune's hands to slip from his scalp and instead brush across the paladin's neck. He only had a moment to notice the touch of leather being draped over the back of his neck before realizing what was going on, his buck to the side to try and avoid those hands being just a second too slow - allowing the hands holding the strap to tug him back forward and finish sliding the strap through a fine metal buckle, snapping it close to lock in place around the canine's throat. He didn't need to be a mage to recognize a cursed magical item, the weight of it on his neck, more than aware that without a good deal of magical intervention that collar would remain fastened on his neck. The thought of him now being dressed in nothing but the kitsune's collar brought his ears to once again droop shamefully against the back of his head - now one step closer to being reduced to the state he feared.

At least the fox's impatience prevented him from stewing in the weight of that simple accessory upon his psyche for too long, only too eager to put the firm leather band through its paces as his strong fingers curled around the back of the collar and tugged, pulling the shepherd upward, the collar digging into his sore throat bringing a irritated wheeze from his lips. He struggled up from his knees, attempting to get to his feet to follow along with the fox's grip as best he could, half crawling, half hobbling to the fox's side before that grip released his collar and allowed him to fall forward, landing face first in a thick, viscous puddle of the vulpine's still warm seed.

It didn't take more than a flick of his ear to the whimpering whines and pants of the recently bred feline to alert him to where he was, dropped in front of the rack where the fox had just bred Henneike, now laid in the pool of seed which had overflowed from the snow leopard's cunt after however many breedings the cleric had received today. Dexter immediately attempted to squirm his face out of that mess, only to succeed in making his fur even more of a mess with that musky liquid. His eyes just barely managed to see the feet of the snow leopard hanging over the side of that table, toes flexing with unrestrained desire for the fox that was now behind him.

Any further attempt to pull himself out of the pool of liquid ambrosia was spoiled by the kitsune's hands grasping a hold of his body, prying the shepherd onto his knees once more, keeping his chin in the puddle as his rear was coaxed to raise before the fox's gaze. The naked dog did his best to protect his virgin entrance, stubby tail flicked down between his cheeks, but that barrier didn't last long - one of the male's hands remained holding his hip with a firm grip, while the other slid down, grasping a hold of that tail and yanking it upwards to ensure that the dog's ass was nice and exposed for his desires... The humiliation of the gesture made even worse as the dog felt the weight and warmth of that cock slide between his rear cheeks, hotdogging the firm cheeks, smearing a trail of that viscous pre against his fur and along his tailstar before the entirety of that engorged tool lay across his rear, tapered tip drooling against the small of his back, showcasing how large the fox's eager prick was in comparison to his new toy.

Freed from the fox's eyes, for now, the canine could finally close them in an attempt to shut out the hypnotic kitsune's actions, although he swore he could still see that enthralling blue glint when he did so. Despite his better nature the dog's rear idly rolled against the fox's own teasing motions, the need burned into his body from his long exposure to the fox's musk. He wasn't even certain he could lower his tail now that that cock was there, so eager did his core burn to be taken despite how much he hated the very thought of it still. The dread of thinking how many levels he would lose this time... how much more of his masculinity would the fox take... how much more of a struggle it would be to take that cock thanks to that stolen virility...

"You know... They say you never forget your first time..." the kitsune growled in another teasing barb, no doubt dragging that cock along his tail hole once again without pushing into the clenching ring for the same reason. He was delighting in the shivers of anticipation that rolled throughout the dog's body, the nervous squirms and ripples beneath his claws. But the dog could feel through the eager throbs of that tool how much the idea of taking him aroused the fox. "I suppose it would be especially true in your case... Well... If it counts as remembering once your mind's been broken to a good, mindless toy for me~"

"Nn... Just... Just get it over with... already," Dexter struggled to say without panting like a bitch in heat. His tail was already giving away how badly his body burned for the corrupting creature's lust, wiggling within the vulpine's grip between the hand's yanks to ensure those cheeks were left nice and flush against the kitsune's nuts. That and his now merely modest length twitching beneath his rear, framed by his thighs and no doubt visible by the fox's gaze whenever his own fat cock was blocking the view, a constant source of shame for the poor canine that made it impossible for him to deny that there was no small part of his being which now yearned for it to happen.

"Perish the thought... It's a special moment for us to share~ I wouldn't want to ruin it by being too hasty now..." the kitsune growled. His constantly teasing grinds caused the shepherd's thighs to flex every time that tapered tip nudged itself against his entrance, tensing at the thought that this time the fox's hips might finally do it. How it might finally deflower the poor defeated canine and leave him groaning over the sheer size of the length being forced into him.

Until finally the paladin felt the posture the fox held himself in shift, a subtle change in how the kitsune's hips angled themselves and smeared that viscous pre across the canine's backside, pressing that cock firmer against the dog's splotchy pelt. He knew it was coming now, the dog's eyes clenching shut in trepidation, his tail star clenching shut as fiercely as it could, hoping against all odds that the kitsune's cock would be too large to possibly take his rear if he did so. A vain hope, certainly, he had no doubts that the fox would make it fit if so required...

And the kitsune didn't disappoint. A few final grinds teased that length along the paladin's rump cleft, ensuring that the thin fur beneath his tail was slick with the fox's copious essence, that his tailstar was absolutely soaked with that lubricating fluid, the only mercy the kitsune would offer for his new toy. The hand on his hip releasing him to instead take a hold of that meaty cock by its base, grasping around the half-swollen knot, to line the wedge-like head against that entrance, using just the grip on his stubby tail to keep his hips held high and firm for the fox's pleasure. The first grind seemed to be just another tease, though, that tip digging in barely half a centimeter before plopping out, spilling a fresh rivulet of pre across those inner walls and along his cheeks, prompting a gracious breath of relief from Dexter.

The second didn't seem to make much further progress, the kitsune's head sinking into a full centimeter this time, just enough to prompt the dog's back to shiver from the sensation of his ring starting to spread along that girth. Yet as it went for the second centimeter the cock flopped and spilled out in a perverse display, the fox's hips following through to let every inch of that monster grind along those rump cheeks and flex messily over his tail, reminding him just how much dick he was going to be expected to take - a fact which brought another shiver through his lustfully flushed body.

And then the third attempt. The fox's hips corrected their angle from their 'error' on the last two slides, leaving that fat girth pointed squarely against his ass. Every muscle in Dexter's body clenched firm, from his jaw to his thighs, his toes and fingers even curled and pressed against sole and palm as best they could, his ears flicked flat against his scalp. He couldn't stop it, but he could at least try to give as little pleasure as he could to the fox - he had no hope of keeping his anticipation or reflexes from squeezing down on that cock, so instead he hoped to keep his voice silent, keep the fox from hearing every gasp, moan, or whimper from pleasure or struggle to take that girth.

Only to fail barely a second into the trial. With an unexpected thrust the fox dug that cock into his rear, fortunately hesitating several centimeters in rather than thrusting to hilt himself into the dog in one go. No, like the fox said, he wanted to take his time and enjoy deflowering 'his' pup. Another small mercy that didn't stop the canine's eyes from watering underneath their clenched shut lids as the burning ache of stretched muscle ran from his entrance, his virgin rose stretched white over the slick meat prying its way in - kissing along the point where that tapered start flattened out with the main girth of that rod. A gentle grind of the fox's hips teased with the thought of sliding deeper, now that the dog's squeezing ring had been overcome, almost succeeding in drawing that agonized whimper from the dog's throat as his entire body felt heavy with the humiliation of being used for the kitsune's lusts.

The next buck from the kitsune's hips forced that unsteady groan from his lips, accompanied with a powerful shudder rolling through his trapped frame as the fox's thighs sunk several inches of that girth into his snug entrance. His mind was immediately flooded with the sensation, feeling the ache of being stretched, the tension in the walls behind that entrance being packed full of the fox's meat, contorting around the intruding length before an explosion of pleasure echoed from his loins as his untouched prostate was squeezed against his pelvis by the dick's sheer thickness. His throat rolled with a pleading whimper as that groan settled, realizing his failure so soon into the ordeal, whilst the thrust chipped another percent of his Will away, leaving the dog's Will hovering just underneath 70%.

And unfortunately for Dexter, the fox was just getting started. With almost a third of that cock now lodged inside of the canine, he finally released the paladin's tail, allowing it to bob and wag with its simple fancies and concerns to everything the fox did to him. The hand on that cock likewise released the twitching flesh, dragging his dull claws around both hips of the canine and tugging him into the next thrust like he was but a toy to be stretched for the fox's whims. Another inch of dick gouging its way through his inner walls with the thrust, coaxing another groan from the defeated paladin's lips, one that wavered with the undercurrent of a moan thanks to the sensation of the cock's weight rolling across that sensitive bundle of nerves.

It was made all the worse with how the canine could feel every inch the fox claimed being deflowered, the muscles of his walls struggling with what little strength they had against the kitsune's shaft before succumbing to the wedge of flesh, feeling like the tension from each band was snapping in turn to allow the cock's advance, occasionally drawing a small whine or groan all on its own as his body was molded to that cock. The fox's slow, leisurely pace made Dexter agonize over every inch, every conquered band and nook of his walls, and no doubt allowed the fox to feel his body's acquiesce as well, considering the possessive growls rumbling from the kitsune's throat.

"I would say the next time will be easier but... It'll be a bit larger by then, won't it?" the fox's lips snarled, taunting the canine as he rolled his hips forward again, eliciting another pleading groan from the paladin's lips. His eyes, once clenched shut, struggled to remain so as the dog's mind reeled from every thrust, flooding his poor virgin brain with more new sensations than he knew what to do with, made all the worst with how far his body had been primed for it - how much he felt like a bitch waiting for some stud in a rut to take him. He swore he had more of the kitsune's potent aphrodisiac in his body now than blood, considering how hot he felt, how more and more he felt like there was a painful, vacuous emptiness in his core that was only just now being fixed with the advance of that cock, like it was only natural for that column of flesh to be throbbing where it was despite the quivering nerves and struggle to take such a monster told him.

"T, Tyr... Preserve me..." Dexter prayed with another whimpered moan rolled from his lips, even if his request for protection had to be breathed into the world against a pool of wasted vulpine jiz, or how his eyes quivered while doing so because of another buck from the vulpine lord. Yet the very whimper made the dog's heart burn heavier in shame, realizing that while the fox was busily burying himself underneath his tail that he still had his god's symbol resting around his neck, felt the simple wooden talisman roll against his chest every time the momentum from the cock's unrelenting advance. His ears burned hotter at the thought of his cherished symbol of faith becoming smeared in the excessive pool of jizz he was lying in, leaving him dreading to look down and see what state the old wooden symbol was in, twisting his gaze away before another thrust knocked that shameful thought from his mind in a wave of pleasure, and another chunk of his Will bar falling away because of a failed save.

He could only imagine the sight he was in, impossible to guess just how much of that cock had slid into his body - it felt far larger than it looked, just like it had while it was forced into his mouth. But he could feel how much his body struggled with its size, feel his body contort and stretch over the tool, visibly bulging to the fox's eyes if he managed to spy past the cock he was so gleefully putting to use. Dexter hoped that the fox was nearing the end of that tool, yet knew by how little those hips brushed against his rear from his thrusting movements that there was still a considerable amount of cock left to go. A thought that brought a whimper to his lips all on its own, a whimper which sprouted into a true, proper moan as a particularly firm thrust ground that cock against his prostate.

Dexter's feverish, half corrupted mind could almost feel the shaft's sculpted form within him thanks to its sheer girth. He could swear he felt the broad cum vein running underneath that length rolling across that bundle of nerves, feel the firm throbs of that smooth red flesh sliding in and out of his ring between bucks and during - always sinking deeper than it had with the last thrust, and leaving more of that cock settled inside of his gut to boot. Every vein twitching underneath that red skin sent a quiver through his body while his thoughts became increasingly wrapped around that tool. His thoughts spooled out further with every thrust, the paladin's concern and worries, his vague recollection of where he was, that his friend was in great danger and bound mere feet away from him, slipping away from his consciousness as the sensations wracking his being took more of his attention.

It only got worse from there. The fox's hips ground forward barely another inch, sinking just over half of that length inside of the shepherd dog's rear, but the sheer size of it and his still dutifully milking clenching ass meant that he gained little depth into the dog's rear, serving mostly to draw another whimper from the breaking pup. The kitsune could have left it at that, take advantage of the depths he managed to plunder until he worked himself to his peak, but the fox was anything but merciful. His hands released the dog's hips just as that shallow press finished, one of those strong arms reaching forward to grasp around the canine's collar and tugged on the leather band to pull him into the next possessive grind. The kitsune's weight shifted forward, looming above the dog's back now, held aloft by his free hand pressing just to the side of the bound shepherd. The fox's snout now close enough that the paladin could feel the eager pants of his abuser brushing across his ears, feel the warmth of his growls tumble across the fur of his scalp, feel the vibrations from those snarls of ownership shiver down the nape of his neck.

And he could feel that cock once again wedging its way deeper into his body once again, forcing his lips to part in hapless groans that mixed into lurid moans, no longer coherent enough to even keep his jaw clenched shut to try and stifle those dancing notes of discomfort and pleasure. His groans only occasionally garnished with a half thought out mutter or prayer, a whimper for the fox to stop or for his deity to intervene. But neither request was granted as the wet squelch of that fat grinding its way deeper and deeper accompanied the pings of failed saves. 66, 65... 64%... Faint hints of the kitsune's glinting blue eyes briefly flickered in the dog's heterochromatic eyes before the paladin managed to fend off the intrusion, he wasn't that far gone... Not yet. No matter how much he moaned, how much his gut bulged and stretched around the fat prick despoiling him.

At least, so the paladin hoped as the fox's knot finally began to clap against his tender, stretched ring. The half-aroused glands were still an intimidating sensation pressing against his abused hole, the stretched white ring of muscle already sending fresh shivers of protest along his spine whenever the fox's powerful hips dug the swollen cock meat underneath his tail. A renewed whimpered moan rung from the canine's lips, his mind not even daring to pray that it wouldn't fit - he knew it would after the fox made the rest of the cock do so!

All he could do was try to keep whatever dignity he could intact, to keep himself from breaking as much as he could. His toned thighs flexed to resist the slamming press of those hips crashing into his ass, smacking his own nuts now with the fatter, heavier glands of a real male of the depraved fox's. Until his half kneeling limps finally failed him, slipping out from underneath his hips as one last slam of the kitsune's hips forced that knot inside of the dog, sending his body prone against the ground as his entire world went blank from the mixture of pain and pleasure - the sensation of his new owner's knot suddenly squeezing past his milking ring to grind constantly against the canine's prostate, every swelling throb of those lobes sending a new mind melting wave of sensation crashing through his spine.

He knew, in the back of his mind, that such overstimulation had more than likely squeezed his own climax from his body, yet such a matter as his first time getting off with a "lover" seemed hardly comparable to the sensations that he had been subjected to, leaving his own modest length to sputter out thin ropes of canine cream against the stone slabs of the floor, a tiny pool of wasted seed connected to his eager red mast by a string of spunk, hardly comparable to the mess the fox had made. How many times had that average length sputtered with a forced climax the canine didn't know, perhaps every eager than average moan that escaped his lips had been accompanied by such a shameful release, perhaps he had only been forced to fire his own seed out as that knot began to drum across his prostate like a toy, the paladin didn't even know which one he preferred most right now...

He also knew that he had failed another saving throw, leaving him wondering if he was even capable of making the check to resist his levels and masculinity being drained as he felt the force of that climax surge into his gut. He grit his teeth with a struggling attempt at defiance as he felt his entire body weaken once again, his mind atrophy as skill ranks and saving throw bonuses were stripped back another two levels.He could feel his connection with Tyr fade with every throb of seed which poured into his body, flooding his tunnels and swelling his abdomen with the sheer weight of fluid. The once pronounced shape of the fox's cock wedged inside of his gut slowly lost beneath the tide of seed swelling the white fur further yet, but the cock was still visible enough for those first few throbs to show the size of it swelling, engorging to newer heights as the canine's own climaxing rod seemed to shrink with every string of fluid it oozed, retreating to a definitely below average size...

"There's a good toy... You look positively broken already... Can't wait to see you my blue eyed slut just like your friend," the kitsune growled possessively against his ear, snout close enough that the dog could feel those whiskers tickling against the appendage. No doubt the fox bore a depraved, snarling grin, satisfied with yet another climax dumped into his newest victim, contrasting heavily against the half-defiant gaze of the paladin, one eye closed and resting against the pool of seed left on the stone, the other half glazed as his open maw left his panting tongue hovering against that musky splatter.

He could hear beyond that the sound of wet slaps of seed escaping from his tailhole, pouring out over the fox's knot by his sheer fecundity, spilling down along the shepherd's taint to trickle over their nuts - his now smaller pair pressed and dominated in size by the fox's not heavier duo. Another splotch of lurid liquid pooled against his crotch, ground against the smooth stone by the idly teasing presses of the fox's tied hips.

"S, so full..." for once the paladin was so cowed, so shamed by what happened that he didn't respond to the tease, his open eye closing with a plaintive whimper, leaving his half unreeled mind to mutter a reflexive comment instead. His Will Bar was now beginning to flicker at the first sign of danger, teetering just above 55% - another romp like this and he'd be in the red, struggling for every percentage point away from being Enthralled.

"Oh, you've got plenty of space left I think... You don't even have a litter or four in you like my cat... Speaking of, he's been such a patient cat... I think he deserves a fifth, don't you?" the fox growled, a low, sordid note which helped to raise Dexter's retributive spirit with the mention of his friend. "After all, that Condition Bar just doesn't look as satisfying only half filled..."

The now level eight paladins gaze opened again, catching sight of the kitsune's glinting blue stare staring down at him. "Nnff... Stop..."

"What... You don't want me to reward him for being such a good boy? Here I thought you were friends..." the kitsune growled, licking his lips as his snarled grin was allowed to part just enough to show off those fangs once again.

"D, do what you want with me just... don't... break him..." he tried to bargain, no longer trying to threaten or plead with the fox to spare the cat, but merely try to save his friend by the only path the paladin had left open to him.

"Oh, don't worry... He'll have another two or three rounds in him yet before he breaks... But... If you're so selfish that you want a third round... All you have to do is beg, pup... I'm sure Henneike will wait patiently like the mind controlled toy he is~" the fox's words rolled from his lips, settling in the dog's psyche like sweet tasting poison. "Go on, tell me how much you loved it boy... How much you need another breeding before I'm done with you for the day~"

The paladin's tongue twisted in his snout, between his errant flicks across the ground to lap up a fresh tongue lap of that cream the dog was now starting to believe was more than a little bit addicting. The thought of another blow to his pride wounded him greatly, but so did the thought of having to sit there and watch as his friend's mind broke permanently to the kitsune's wiles. He struggled with the thought that he'd be unable to say those words, that it would be against his oath against deception, yet the small puddle of dog seed, now thoroughly erased by the much larger pool of vulpine jizz that had cascaded over it, as well as his own moans, would make it a Sin to say he didn't enjoy what the fox did to him at least in some basic level - something which brought yet another groan to his throat, another barb of shame to the once proud adventurer's psyche.

"...P, please... Master... I... Need to feel you breed me again... Please..." Dexter whimpered, closing his eyes as his heart sank with those bitter words, while the fox behind him growled with his possessive glee. It was going to be a long, long day before the kitsune was satisfied...

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It had been days since that fateful event... Or at least the paladin thought it had been days by the ache of his body left helplessly bound in the fox's dungeon between their 'sessions'. The fox had had his way with the bound paladin's body again, and again, and it was all that the dog could do to hold onto his psyche as he was left painted in the kitsune's depraved essence, his fur a matted mess soaked with that arousing aroma. The fox had searched through the paladin's handy haversack after finishing with him for the first day, looking over those trinkets and trophies from prior battles to taunt the now level 5 dog with, casually disregarding whatever memento he didn't find of value and depositing the rest onto a floating disk which would take it to the fox's own trophy room - with an exception of the paladin's sword and shield. Those were mounted on the wall of the dog's own cell, 'until such time as he saw fit to move them, and his newest pet' out of the dungeons and to his hall'.

But among the collection of magic and mundane items was a blindfold. A simple cloth that the paladin of Tyr used in certain rituals of his faith that called for one to be deprived of sight, much like the Maimed God he served. Not that that stopped the kitsune from teasing him about being 'kinkier than he otherwise claimed to be', nor stopped him from prying the cloth over his eyes, tying it around the back of his head, leaving his vision nothing but the dark haze cast by the simple cloth. Which at least spared him the weight of those blue eyes staring into his own and testing his faltering Will to resist. Although, even as he kneeled there in the dark and away from the kitsune's depravity, arms bound, face blindfolded, and only the weight of his collar and holy symbol on his neck, the dog could still feel the blue haze of the fox's power creeping into the corner of his eyes, a constant reminder of his struggles to resist the fox's influence...

Struggles which he was finding harder and harder to resist with every minute that went by. The warning blaring of his Will bar, quivering at a mere 12%, or the repeated dings or klaxons of failed saves as he strewed in the fox's scent, was the only sensation he had to distract himself from the growing need that was blossoming within his bosom. That seed had proven to be quite addictive after all, leaving the dog hankering for another fix of that musky ambrosia as he sat gagged, bound, and blind folded in the corner of his cell. Every breath he took filled his lungs with the pheromones trapped in that scent, keeping his now quite pathetic one and a half inch prick quivering at full mast - just waiting for the chance to finally disappear and give his new owner a more suitable organ to breed.

The paladin quivered, groaning with need through his gag as he squirmed against the nearby wall, the only other sensation he had to distract himself from the scent worming its way through his mind. Another hour had passed, and he had failed enough saving throws against the constant onslaught of seed painting his fur to slide his Will another percent, dragging him down to 11%. Yet, as bad as things were for him, things were worse for Henneike...

Dexter had managed to capture the fox's attention for at least a few days, at great expense to his own levels and mental fortitude. But his self sacrifice could only last for so long before the fox's ears turned to the pleading whines of the cat more than his own... Previously, the fox had left the dog to sit nearby and watch, drawing his own needier than he would have liked whines as he saw the cat's pregnancy counter stack up with another litter. But this time...

He was left alone as punishment for daring to try and stop his Master's wishes. Left to stew in that musk and watch via his GUI of Henneike's mind progress towards snapping, despite being too far away to hear his friend's needy moans and begs to be broken for their Master's pleasure. His feverish mind imagined the scene in all its lurid detail, picturing those hips pounding the cat's needy body, how much the feline would have squealed and moaned, before his mind finally snapped into a dazed, listless breeding toy for the fox's desires. But that had been an hour ago now, leaving the dog to his pings of failed saves, the musk permeating his senses, and the hud bar for his friend displaying his status as a Broken Toy. A level zero cleric who gained his new class of Fox Slut - their Master had even helped him grind the first two levels in it as he was left to stew.

The dog's heart had sunk, but just as much as his spirit had shattered at his failure to save the cat, his corrupted desires rose, wantonly wishing for a similar fate. And now the dog was too corrupted and lacking in Will to do more than protest those needy desires with a whine, the last little bit of resistance he had before his Will would falter completely, and it would be the kitsune's desires racing through his mind until it too shattered.

But, after enough time, his whimpering vigil in the darkness was brought to an end... The sound of steps approaching his quiet cell causing the panting paladin's ears to perk towards the familiar sounds of his new owner. What little was left of his defiant spirit tried to rouse itself, to make certain he shot a glare towards the fox, but what embers of protest were left in his core failed to flare... Instead leaving his only response to the door opening and the fox coming to stand in front of his drained and deprived body a needy whimper and writhing roll of his hips!

He must have been quite the sight, considering the whimpering whine for attention was answered by the touch of his Master's claws fondly scratching along his ears. Compared to the cool, damp air and stone he had been left with for... who knows how long, the firm, crisp touch running against his scalp and his ears felt damn near electric! It drew a needier whimper, as his tail swished with the praising touch, only a faint droop in its excited wag to pronounce that some small part of the paladin's spirit still held on against the overbearing need running rampant through his body.

"Such a patient boy~ I do hope you know why I had to punish you like this~" the kitsune purred, his fingers sliding down across the dog's cheek, slowly prying that blind fold off and then sliding those claws gingerly against his chin. He didn't need the grip to force Dexter to look into his enthralling eyes anymore, even despite the Suggestion spell he had placed upon the dog long sense failing. The blue glint in the corner of his eyes made him search it out between the occasional struggling fit to close his eyes or look away.

"I... Hmmph... Uh..." Dexter's tongue wrestled with his words, trying to force through some protesting statement or denial, a barb or accusation of divine justice eventually falling upon the fox for what he had done, but again he couldn't wrestle enough of his psyche together to utter the syllables against the haze of blue descending on his mind. Instead he stared relatively dutifully at the blue gaze looking down at him, his toes clenching at the thought of how good it would be to fall under their sway... To just give in and enjoy the pleasures which had broken his friend, the pleasure he would know for the rest of his life as well in service to his owner.

At least until the fox gave him something else to stare at... Every inch that had been drained from his own cock over the last few days had found its way to that monster now twitching against his nose! There was a temptation to start lavishing it right then and there, but at least the paladin had enough composure left to keep himself from indulging in his newfound cock lust... mostly. His tongue still lapped forward, rubbing along the broad underside of that tool, sending delightful tingles through his spine at the fresh taste of his owner's dick against his senses. A pleading whine nearly rolled through his throat, suffocated with a resentful swallow from the half-broken paladin, but he couldn't quite help the pleading look in his eyes flicking up to the fox's gaze once again.

"Oh don't worry... You'll be free of that 'pride' soon enough, pup~" the fox growled, encouraging that eager, corrupted desire to serve at the expense of his lingering control. But he knew exactly how to help with that more properly, his hand grasping the bound paladin's scalp and lining up his maw, before those hips ground the familiar cock back into the dog's maw and throat. Since that first time he had picked up a few tricks for handling his owner's cock, ways to swallow and pleasure that cock, knowing that the sooner he finished getting the fox off the sooner he'd be free to breathe... And he'd be lying if there wasn't at least some small part of him that enjoyed picking up the skill, enjoyed being praised by the monster that had ruined him and his friend.

His ears flicked back against his head, trying not to focus on the fact that this would be the last climax which doomed his pitiful masculinity... Partially because he knew that resisting, if he even could summon that much Will anymore, wouldn't save him... Partially because he didn't want to acknowledge that depraved spark which yearned for it. And from his Master's side, it seemed like he was happy to treat this as just yet another use of his newest toy, his newest slave... No special occasion to note as the dog closed his heterochromatic eyes and slurped, licked, and milked that cock for all that it was worth with his journeyman level cock sucking skill, his ears only flicking to the sound of his failed saves ringing in the back of his mind, standing for the briefest of moments before cowing back in submission to the kitsune idly thrusting into his throat.

And throughout it all, that tiny remainder of masculinity still flexed and throbbed with its small size, almost painfully so as the pent up arousal from his time in the cell still had no release! Not that he'd dare slide his own hands down to deal with it even if they weren't bound... Whatever little nascent pride and chastity the paladin still possessed at least doing that much, at least while the fox was around to witness him give into his lusts - or perhaps that was just how his mind co-opted a thought the fox had planted in there? The dog really didn't know anymore, another reason why he focused on pleasuring that dick bulging his throat, swallowing the meaty inches, lavishing the broad cum vein with his tongue, looking up to the kitsune's gaze to whine for those little praises that made his twisted heart skip...

But the best praise of all was feeling that tool throb to life, feel the vigor racing through it as it spilled its load into him, feel it swell as another level of his was stolen, and the last of his masculinity taken with it. The dog's eyes shuddered closed, letting those first few ropes spill straight into his throat, flood his stomach and satisfy the hunter he hadn't realized he was feeling yet. Feel the last of his cock shrink away, pulling into his crotch... and a needy whimper roll from his loins as a new, fertile sex took shape - cock head shrinking into the point of a clitoris while his lips swelled to an aroused, needy state, wafting with desire for the vulpine lord that had gifted him with the sex.

As the fox pulled his still firing shaft from the now needy bitch's throat, those hot, warm, musky strands repainting his face with the kitsune's musk brought fresh shivers from his body. His eyes closed as he tried to pretend that he didn't find a measure of satisfaction from every rope glazing his fur, like some mark of pride that he had done a good job... The idea of it caused his jaw to twist, that little kernel of purity lost in a tide of depravity lamenting that this was what he had been reduced to. But that kernel couldn't help stop his heart from fluttering as his Master's hand reached down and brushed a dull claw across his chin, and growled his sweet words of praise, "There's a good boy... Now let's go put that litter you've been pining for in you, hmmm~? I know you've been wanting it for so long now... We'll have to make certain to help you catch up to my snow leopard's litter count too, you two are meant to be a pair after all~"

There was a needy whimper at the thought... He liked the idea of being with Henneike still... even if it meant... working in subservience to the same depraved Master until he broke like the cat. A breaking which likely wouldn't be soon after his breeding considering what few levels he had left from his long attempt to resist the fox's depravity. And his toes likewise curled again at the thought of finally getting a litter... As much as he hated to think of it still, his mind had thought about the idea more than he cared to admit. The last few loads had left him feeling like he was a bitch in heat already, like there was a vacuous emptiness in his abdomen that could only be temporarily satisfied with the bloating weight of his owner's seed in him. Now, though, he felt like he could finally fill it in the way it was meant to.

"But, I... don't..." the pup struggled to say, managing barely more than the whimper as he was pulled up to his feet by his collar. His footing was unsteady after his long isolation, not to mention the firm throat fucking he had just gotten (even if he was a bit more used to it now), but his Master was there to help steady him, holding him up as the other hand released the bands that had held his arms in place, allowing him to stretch those sore, cramped limbs as he half-followed, half was dragged out of the cell and towards the room where he had first met the fox...

"Please... just... let me go... I don't want to be your breeder," he finally managed to pant out, yet for all those words pleaded, his body still stumbled along with the fox's grip. His lips glazed with a few streaks of that fresh seed, while his eyes wandered over to the corner of his vision, looking at the pathetic state of his stats one last time. That Will bar flashed red with a vivid warning of danger, peetering just below 8%, and his mere four levels of paladin... He'd struggle to take down an ogre anymore, let alone this depraved vulpine!

But despite his half-hearted protests, his body did little to resist as he was dragged to the table he had seen Henneike bred on. His body at best manages to try and pull away from the fox before being easily forced into the position the kitsune desired, back against the wooden surface, his arms raised above his head and bound by the kitsune's conjured rope. A futile struggle against the binding told the canine that he certainly wasn't going anywhere, leaving only his legs to idly squirm free over the edge of the table, and his eyes to fall under the captivating gravity of his owner's gaze once again.

Which left his imagination to fill in the details about what was happening between his legs... The fox wasn't shy about approaching forward, his powerful hands grasping around the paladin's hips, dull claws stroking fondly through his fur as that hefty tool was allowed to rest against his white furred abdomen. He could feel the heat radiating off of that spire with every twitch, crashing against his own needy warmth from his new sex. Every throb sent a shiver racing down his spine, causing his stubby tail to wag and his toes to involuntarily clench. Already his mind burned with heated thoughts on how it would feel to be deflowered in yet another way, to have his body and mind claimed by the depraved fox he had slowly fallen under the sway of.

A warning alarm told him his Will had slipped down to 7% from those thoughts. So close now... He was doomed... so what was the point in resisting any longer~? Perhaps he should just bask in the sensations and enjoy his own defeat, bask in the pleasure that came from the fox taking his spoils... The paladin doubted such thoughts were his own, especially as the haze of the kitsune's blue Will began to creep into the corner of his eyes, but they were enough to bring a needy pant to the shepherd's lips, a lull of his cum stained tongue whilst his hips involuntarily bucked against the hefty weight of fox dick, smearing its drooling essence against his virgin lips.

"N, no..." the shepherd uttered one last huff of defiance, even as his legs began to reflexively wrap around the hips of the stud about to breed him, hooking one leg over the ankle of the other as he used the fox's hips to rest his thighs against. A position which also meant every tensing flex of his legs served to tug the male closer, as if he was inviting the fox into him.

"I thought your code prevented you from lying, pup~? You can summon whatever words you want, but I've seeped into your mind through all those cracks in your Will now... I know every little thought which tumbles through that agonized mind of yours~ Every desire that wells up from your corrupted soul~ You want it, need it... Lust for it just like my kitten did for his first time~" the fox growled, hips rolling playfully forward to smear that fecund fluid across the dog's abdomen, while the paladin found those words difficult to deny, even as he desperately cobbled together what was left of his resilience to deny the fox the prize of his Will after this breeding.

Yet that didn't stop the shivers of anticipation racing down his spine as the fox's hips began to finally roll back, sliding that tapered tip down his bare fur. A trail of precum matted fur left in its wake as the twitching, tapered tip slowly found its way towards it's prize, wedged lightly between the canine's folds - the lips parted only from the weight of that tool... Just enough to let the steady, drooling trickle spilling out from that tool with every flex seep against those untouched walls - prompting the dog's eyes to roll back as far as they could in euphoria without losing sight of his Master's blue gaze.

"I'm not... I won't... I won't break... to you..." the shepherd lied again, barely able to stop his own hips from rolling forward to grind that fat dick into his cunt from his overbearing need!

Not that he'd have to wait long at all to get what he wanted... His new owner was far from the patient sort, after all. Almost as soon as the dog had uttered that last syllable the kitsune's hips pressed forward, wedging that cock head in properly between his virgin lips. The dog's voice broke into an excited whine, small huffs rolling from his lips as he felt those sensitive folds begin to part for that hefty tool, not yet feeling the inevitable ache of such a penetration, but instead delighting in every novel sensation creeping along his body from the fox's shallow bucks. Just deep enough to spread and tease those lips along the wedge-like start of his head, and even apply just a hint of pressure against the dog's sensitive clit.

"Ah, hnnn... Hah... Just... get it... over with... already... you fiend..." the estrus driven canine whined, biting his lip to try and keep his mind focused as every teasing stroke seemed to swell the glazed, willess expression stretching across his face. His will teetered down another half a point, his arms prying against their bonds whilst his legs practically dug into the fox's hip, begging him to strike deeper to the yearning womb beyond.

"So impatient to feel my litter growing in you pup~? Well... If you insist~" the kitsune rumbled eagerly above the bound canine, before his thighs flexed and sank that cock deep into the shepherd's sex. Those teasing little rolls hadn't given him any preparation at all for how it would feel being stretched around that thick girth, to feel his virgin lips strain fitting the cock that had grown at the expense of two adventurers' masculinity. How that tip gouged along his soft, inviting walls, raking across new nerves that he had never felt writhe in pleasure before, how satisfying it felt feeling inches of slick, throbbing virility invade his body. How full he felt, well aware that it was only a matter of time before that dick's intrusion brought with it a tell tale bulge underneath his white fur, if the first thrust alone had not sunk enough dick into his sex to do so already!

The shepherd's body tensed from his fingers to his toes, almost every muscle writhing with the new found ecstasy coursing into his being, his lips clenching tightly along that gouging girth to ensure he was as tight as he could be for that girth, inadvertently milking the fox's flesh for its virile essence. His clamping walls only relented their grip, along with the rest of his clenching muscles, after the fox's thrust petered to a close, sinking near a half of that fat cock past his lips. The presence of that rod twitching within his stretched lips kept the canine's maw panting, breathing in the pheromone laced scent with greedy huffs which just made his womb burn for that seed even more, while the dog's Will collapsed down towards a measly 5%.

Yet the dog wasn't given a second to breathe, or to gather his wits, or even to let out another defiant whimper towards the fox breeding him. Almost as soon as his body had relaxed from that first thrust, the kitsune's hips dug forward again, grinding in several inches more, sending the dog's heart fluttering with the lurid pleasure seeping through his core, sending his already barely bound mind unraveling a few turns more. Especially as the sensation of his body being stretched over that shaft was joined by a clearer, sharper sensation of that drooling head ramming straight against the barrier of his newly garnered womb.

The scrape of that firm tip against the last barrier to his most sacred of, well, new found, nature brought the canine's ears forward once again, his eyes momentarily focusing through the blue haze which was starting to overwhelm their own color. A sharper whine cooed from his throat, a mixture of a groan from the touch yet beckoning for it again as his head twisted side to side, trying to worm his way free of the fox's influence after being momentarily brought to his senses - although it was a fleeting freedom as his Will bar continued to taper down, creeping towards 4%. "N, no.. no... no..."

The fox's hands squeezed the dog's hip firmly, holding his body still against the crashing momentum of his hips. The pleading begs slipping from the canine's lips joined by the kitsune's own possessive growls, idle, lustful snarls as his hips steadily ramped up their pace, hammering into the dog's sex against the firm squeezing folds. Every time the shepherd's body tense to new heights against that length, the fox's hips just slammed in with even greater strength from his rugged form, overpowering those milking squeezes to crash against the steadily weakening muscles of his cervix.

Each firm digging press against the buckling walls felt like it was striking against his psyche as much as it was his body, bleeding away another fraction of a percent, slowly teetering the dog's mind to 3%. He didn't even hear the mental pings of danger from his perilous state, or the warning siren of failed saves - such warning notes couldn't read him through the growing tide of azure blue pulling at his mind and sight, slowly blurring out the GUI of his and Henneike's condition in the corner of his sight.

"Oh Gods..." the shepherd's lips mumbled, as the reflexive winces and twitches of pleasure across the paladin's face became more slack the further his mind fell into the abyss of alluring blue. Even his body's reflexes were starting to slacken, his toes only half flexing above the fox's swaying tails whenever that rod raked against his cervix. And with the squeezing clench of his cunt growing just as slack, the kitsune's fucking was allowed to slam into his body with greater ferver, eventually allowing that pointed cock head to wedge itself firmly into Dexter's cervix, the tapered point peeking through just far enough to let the corrupting vulpine pre ooze down the other side, pooling against his fertile fields.

The whimper which rolled from his throat seemed to be a signal for the kitsune, his fingers squeezed the shepherd's hips tightly and tugged him into the next powerful thrust, slamming his cock through that pried open passage. Dexter could feel how his abdomen bulged over that cock, his barely held together resistance sent scattered to the four winds as the vulpine's tapered head rammed against the back of his womb. A satisfied groan rolled from his lips, a half-minded pant rolling over his tongue as he felt his womb stretched over that prick, molded to his Master's extraordinary size while the male's tri-lobed knot squirmed and teased against his slick lips.

The fox's stance shifted ever so slightly, moving to put more weight behind his hips swings as he began to literally breed the dog stupid. There was barely a speckle of the dog's normal gaze beneath the tide of blue overcoming his eyes, the barest scrap of Will trying to resist the kitsune's mind control as his Will petered down to 2%... 1%... But what little fragment of independent thought Dexter did have was subsumed with thoughts of subservience, of a life of being bred, being the fox's toy, working with Henneike to ensure that they pleasured their Master together like a couple of good boys...

"Nnng... No... please..." the last embers of free will the dog had begged, his eyes barely holding any focus as they pleaded with his owner, his tail swaying slowly over the edge of the tail with the shepherd's pleasure.

"You... Belong to me now pup~" the kitsune growled, his toothy grin hovering within the blue fogged periphery of the paladin's vision. The words snarled in triumph to the uppity canine and punctuated by the firm grinding of that knot teasing against the dog's sex, almost, so close to slipping past to tie with his new toy...

"I can't..." the canine panted, growing listless as his WIll ticked beneath 1%... Crashing down over the fractions of a percent as he stared into those eyes, barely even noticing the constant tapping of that knot against his sex, or the softer slaps of the kitsune's virile spheres smacking across his spunk soaked rear. All that mattered was those eyes, the enthralling blue eyes that had been beckoning to his soul for the last few days...

That steady soft 'plapping' came to a distinct end as the kitsune's knot finally forced its way into the listless shepherd's lips, stretching that entrance over the wide knot with barely a hint of recognition from his new toy. The only thing which roused him from his inevitable stupor was the sensation of his abdomen stretching around those extra few inches, the weight of cock deforming his womb, making him look like a sleeve for the kitsune's cock with how it stretched from his lips to his navel. Every throbbing flex of that prick teetering on the brink of its climax almost rousing the dog's eyes enough to raise their eyelids from their droopy stance, only for them to slide back down to that blank stare before the next throb.

"I..." the do's voice quivered as his Will slid down beneath a tenth of a percent, a single digit of Will standing between him and thralldom to the virile fox. One more saving throw to make...

A forgone conclusion, as the fox's possessive growl announced the first rope of seed pumped directly into the shepherd's womb. There was no warning bell of a failed save, only the tide of blue from those eyes sweeping across his gaze as the paladin's mind finally fell completely underneath the kitsune's domineering sway. With his mind emptied of all thoughts all that was left for the paladin was to bask in the sensation of that cock throbbing, drumming across the nerves of his utterly stuffed cunt. His body barely reacted at all to the feeling of his womb starting to bloat around the sheer size of the kitsune's load sloshing within his belly. The shepherd toy's ears barely offered a twitch to the wet noise of that cream overflowing from his sex, pouring onto the stone floor with lurid splats, so much cream pouring into his sex that he couldn't possibly fit it all.

"I..." the blue eyed dog intined, remembering in the now empty halls of his mind that his Master had just finished saying something... Those possessive words rolled through his mind again, demanding a different answer as his Master's seed conquered his womb. He knew that that seed had found its mark, there could be no other possibility from such fecund, copious essence flooding every square inch of his Womb. But even if he wasn't, the sensation of his Master's final depravity taking root on his body would make it clear. He couldn't see it, not with his eyes locked to his owner's, nor could he even really 'think' about the matter, but somewhere in the back of his lost mind he felt the pelt on his now cum swollen abdomen shift. Hairs darkened, turning a distinctive black against the white pelt, twisting until they resembled a pattern, the same vulpine headed and tail flanked pattern he had first seen on his fellow toy's belly.

"I belong... to you... Master..." the enthralled dog's words dutifully spoke, his lips hanging open in soft pants as his body shuddered in mindless euphoria at being claimed. He felt the tug of status afflictions on him, the small mental notes of being Branded, and the first stack of his litters to his virile Lord, nevermind the proper Enthrallment he had long resisted. Yet, while such conditions might have made the level 3 paladin lament before, the only emotion they roused in his mindless skull was a fleeting sense of... satisfaction...

"Hmmm... That you do, pup..." the fox rumbled, licking his fangs as he stared down at his 'hard fought' prize, mind already swimming with possibilities for his latest toy. His now emptied Will Bar already began to swell with a new, red bar, showing how far along the dog's mind was to permanently breaking under the kitsune's domineering sway. Every successive clench of the fox's nuts against his thighs sent the bar teetering forward another percent, until by the time the kitsune's first climax within his new fertile sex had finished, the musk painted dog stared devotedly up at him with nearly a quarter of the way to joining his fellow pet's status.

"Now though... I think I did promise to help you catch up to your friend," the kitsune purred, one of the hand's on the dog's hip sliding forward to wrap around the cum stained idol still on the canine's neck. A firm tug snapped the simple string that the aged holy symbol was looped through, allowing the fox to casually toss the worthless trinket aside, allowing it to clatter wetly in a puddle of the vulpine's seed left on the floor from the last few romps. "Its not like you were ever going to leave my service anyway, pup~"

"No... Never leave... Always serve you... Forever... Master," the paladin murmured, the faintest hint of a smile on his black lips.