Laion

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#1 of Commission

Commission for Guardian Taiga from FA.

After accepting a drink from a seemingly innocent Priest, the Paladin Laion experiences a peculiar curse that will lead him to a path he had never envisioned. One he will learn to appreciate with the help of his fellow adventurers.


A cold breeze swept across the encampment, bringing the scents of the autumnal forest of humus, mushrooms, and decay. But as the wind carried the warm embers, it stole shivers from Laion as he stood on his assigned bench, hugging the meager coat he had over his body.

Strapping, his size dwarfing many mammals and even scalies, the brown bear seemed to shrink as the chilled caress ran across his exposed hairy legs and hands. Tremors ran through his body and went instantly noticed as two voices chuckled to themselves.

He was truly a fool.

This predicament, this difficulty, it had started a few moons ago.

Originally, they had been sent to the eastern expanses to explore a prospective path leading to the Eastern Kingdom by crossing through the icy mountains. On their way, they had encountered a small village built within the hills, almost inconspicuous if not for the fertile fields surrounding it or the constant sunlight brought upon that place.

Such a situation was not to be ignored, especially for a Paladin of the Eternal Pyre, eager to prove himself to a new group.

Through Laion's insistence, they remained, partaking in a few tasks in exchange for supplies and a few nights in a warm bed. During all those days, as they toiled under the sun, the nights were dedicated to prayers for the green Paladin. And it was through the theological exchanges that Laion had been gifted a flask of holy water, one recipient of elaborate glass he pulled from his cowl and clutched. The bottle had been emptied, drank on their last day there. And Laion regretted it.

"Hey, Bruin. Not feeling too exposed? Perhaps I can lend you my bedding?"

His ears perked up, the Paladin darted his green eyes in the voice's direction: Ruvar. Small, less than half the size of Laion, the dark-scaled kobold compensated for his lack of strength with an unnatural agility. All over the leather armor were attached blades and daggers, strapped until this small form represented a walking danger for any place that wasn't a kitchen.

But as Laion smiled, eager to hear something that wasn't a jeer... The red eyes revealed their malice the same way that muzzle its teeth.

"Hah! Fat chance, big numb! Next time, you will see your steps!"

"And not believe anyone we cross paths with."

"Oh oh! That too!"

With a raised finger, Ruvar jokingly pointed at the third and last member of the group.

The Eldest and by far, the old but massive Elephant bore his chainmail and plates with a solemnity that reminded Laion of his instructors. Fighter and mercenary, Nelfem was not only the strongest in the group, but also used his wisdom to lead them onward, even if those gray eyes seemed blind. Though each time Laion looked at the Elephant, it was to encounter that inquisitive gaze that reminded him of... Well. Everything.

"I was tricked. It happens to the best, that's what you told me!"

"Well, the best would be fooled once or twice. And find a way to keep their armor and virginity!"

The ears lowered, Laion grumbled then cowered, lifting his exposed legs until they disappeared behind the coat too. After all, it was not his fault if... Everything happened.

After they had left the village, supplies in bag, their path led them through a marsh whose fetid waters and tepid puddles still tormented Laion... As much as the feeling of something cold against his cheeks.

For hours, they had walked through this hellish landscape without failing. Though, at one moment, something gripped the Paladin's boots. Pulling, tugging, fighting, nothing could have dislodged the metal part before the Bruin chose to remove the boot and find a way to extract it. A stupid choice as one slime had emerged from the ground. And taken a liking to his body.

So much so it did not take long for the Paladin to experience the slime creeping into his armor.

And his weakness.

It had only taken three minutes for the creature to act. And even at this instant, by the fire, the Bruin felt his cock go damp at the remembrance.

The feeling of the ooze spreading over his armor, inside, against his fur. The minted sensation at the tip of his lips and... Down below. And worst of all, the experience of his sapped strength that ran across his legs and arms while the slime entirely swallowed his armor.

And dissolved it, its caustic presence devoured the metal bare. The golden paint first, then the attaches, the chainmail, and...

By the time his teammates had found him, he had been left naked... And exposed.

Laion was by no means "small" or so he thought. Compared to the other teenagers, he always possessed the bigger cock, and many even envied him. But... His teammates mocked him.

They mocked him as he had been lifted off by the creature, his musculature body forced to extend in all directions. And in particular, his legs.

"What are you doing? Idiot! Smite that beast!" Had cried Ruvar with his usual and acrid attitude.

But the Bruin had been left without strength. And with his legs spread, they had seen him: His 6 inches long cock, erect and pulsating, with its foreskin scoured by the creature. Beneath the caress of the oozing beast, Laion's flesh had risen to full mast. The tendrils poked the cum-churning black fleshy orbs with a relentless curiosity... Until they were, in the cusp of his glutes, against his swollen rim.

His teammates told him, but he had only experienced the minty sensation against his ass and never thought he had been taken. Alas, at the moment. Though now... He remembered it and sensed the minty ooze leak from his hole even now.

"This... This is not my fault. I... I am cursed!" Scowled the bear before his voice broke.

"Cursed with shits for brain. What was the name of this village again?"

"Primaute."

With a grunt, Nelfem interposed himself. His authoritative voice left them both expecting.

"We will return there once done. And we will discuss your state, Cub. It may be enlightening."

"Perhaps... We should just return there before..."

"Hah! No. We're close to the pass, and you are way too useful in your state!"

Bashful, the bruin lowered his head.

Useful... That was how they reduced him, as he could no longer fight.

What they accounted for was their last encounters with wildlife and bandits. The latter was a tall black-coated horse whose missing eye and broken teeth did not hinder his rough charms.

Kelvel, or Kelvef. Laion did not recall the man's name as he had simply presented himself to the group as a guide living close by. And made no effort to hide his eyeing in the bear's direction. The lad clad in scant leather had started to direct them until they landed in front of a dilapidated cottage. A sight completed by a trap unleashing cords and snares upon Ruvar and Nelfem, leaving them unable to move. Leaving Kelvel free to slide a blade against the ursine's neck.

For an instant, Laion had thought himself dead. Up until the man grabbed his mouth and forced his way inside. A drunken-addled kiss that took a turn for the worse when the bandit found it opportune to cut through the ursine's trousers until the poor bear was bare-ass.

Unable to fight or even move, with his mouth invaded by the tongue, it was only a matter of time before Laion sensed something rubbing between his thighs and below his nuts. Which revealed to be a hard equine cock leaking with pre.

"You want it, bitch?" Had called out the bandit, eager for more. And with a sleight of hand, the horse removed the cock from the bear's sight... And pushed through Laion's ooze-coated hole.

At first, the ursine expected pain, then went the shame devoid of it. After all, the flared tip penetrated against his hole, and he sensed no suffering. The horse entered and pushed to the hilt in one movement, and the bear only experienced a pleasant warmth. One that spread through his belly as he recalled it now... The same way, he recalled his voice breaking when the man had started to breed him. In and out, in and out. For minutes, the Paladin's world had been reduced to the sensation of his throat filling and his ass fucked until...

Until he came back to his sense. He remembered the taste of cock and spit against his tongue as much as he saw the Bandit sprawling on the ground.... Stunned and naked.

His teammates were looming over while he remained on his knees, unable to tell what had happened.

And such an occurrence repeated itself later.

This day, Ruvar had asked the bear to collect some wood, berries, and a few herbs for cooking. Nelfem was already gone hunting for easy prey, forcing the cushioned bear to explore the woods nearby. Ruvar had scouted earlier; it should have been safe.

And yet, he encountered a chimera. A primal beast whose three heads hissed and spat at the paladin while standing on its hind legs. Once again frozen in place, Laion had feared for his death... Only then to notice one unmistakable sight.

Between the feral's legs was its malehood. A plump scrotum and a shaft peaking from its sheath, precum dripping from the generous sight. Along with it, he remembered, was the beast's heady musk.

A scent he had followed and enjoyed. Certainly.

When he later came back to his senses, it was to his teammates' distant cries. At this instant, he had tried to cry out for help. But his predicament was worse than last time: Naked again, Laion had no sensation left in his legs in arms. His throat had been filled by the beast' knotted cock. And sure, Laion became the target of Ruvar's hilarity when they found him.

And that night, despite the talented cooking of Ruvar, Laion ate nothing.

"I am not useful! I am... Just a fucktoy for you! We need to go back!"

With a pained cry, the bruin attempted to gather a modicum of sympathy from his teammates. Since the chimera, they had been using him! Bandits, monsters, beasts! At every danger, Laion had been thrown at it with the hope it would go away or fuck him. And the pained ursine's rump was enough of a clue for the trio.

"Oh? So now you're feeling like fighting? You hear that, Tusk?"

"I hear, and don't like it. If we return there, we will have to do twice the path and without your-"

"I can't be left like this! I am a paladin from the Eternal Pyre! Not a wanton!"

"Then go become one. We have no need for a wuss, and your sole contribution so far has been to get fucked by anything that moves!" Vehemently retorted Ruvar, jumping off his makeshift bench to circumvent the fire and pointing the Ursine.

"It's wrong!"

"Oh yeah? Who made us toil while you spent your sweet days praying and having fun with the priest?"

"No, it's-" Tentatively opposed the bruin before his coat was ripped away. Or rather, Ruvar's coat.

"Yeah it is! And I think it's time for a change. Why do we let you lead the group or choose the contract? You're a better bitch than a fighter!"

"I AM NOT A BI-"

"Prove! It!"

The fire sizzled while the ursine and the kobold faced one another, their chests raising and lowering. With some recently added weight, the Paladin's body was no longer as fit as before. The chiseled abs had disappeared, likewise to the underlined muscles. Instead, his chest was plump and hand-filling while his ass looked fatter than the day before.

"I'll prove you are a fucking bitch, Laion. And if I'm right, I don't want to hear anything from you!"

"Ruvar, is this necessary?"

"Yeah! Of fucking course it is. I am tired of this wuss! And I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of him!"

Now frozen, the bear watched. In fear, in desire, in horror, as the Kobold fumbled with his slacks and belt. The latter came off easily, then followed by the former.

And in an instant, the Rogue stood there buck-naked, with his groin to be seen. The opposite of most kobolds, Ruvar's bits were external. And despite his short size, he enjoyed a sizeable malehood. The dark apple-sized testicles were only dwarfed by his 8 inches cock that stood erected and prone for breeding.

"Go on bitch... Show me your cock. I wanna see who's the slut in the group. And once I'm proven right, you'll take on your role!"

Blood rushed to the ursine's face, and his aghast expression was as delightful as the slight tremor in his arms while covering his modesty with one hand.

"Show us!" Ordered the Kobold, leaving no choice but for the hand to retract. And reveal what was beneath. Erected, throbbing, with veins pulsating beneath the skin... The Bear was entirely hard. A four inches cock, courtesy of the curse. The uncut shaft oozed with precum, especially when the Rogue grasped it. There, he squeezed and masturbated that pitiful cock with three fingers.

"See, told you, Nelfem! A cocklet! He is only good at being fucked! Is that right?"

Ruvar teased, but only a whine escaped the Bear's mouth as he fastened his eyes. It... It felt so good to be used and mocked. The warmth in his stomach, the undiluted perverse thoughts in his mind, he hated them as much as he loved those... And grasped the bark in an attempt to steady himself.

The scalie's hand was relentless. It squeezed the flesh just enough while teasingly pulling on the skin. If... If he continued, if Ruvar continued... he...

He. He came.

In a whine, in a desperate cry. Saliva poured from Laion's mouth onto his beard. One instant, he choked on the liquid, then he swallowed it. Before he opened his eyes to his two teammates before him. Ruvar, who held the Bear's cum-coated dick. And Nelfem, just as close but massaging his cock.

A massive monster of gray skin: its flared tip already leaked with precum while it stood firmly at 10 inches. Laion could never get close to it, as he admired the immense shaft throb and spurts with fluids while his owner lazily stroked it... And compared.

"Hmm. You were right. He is not even half my size."

"You're joking? He's not half mine. Heard bears were small-dicked, but that? That's just priceless!"

"Ca- Can you leave-"

"Shut up. We're not done. What do you think, Nelfem? We've got a pretty whore in our team, now?"

"We have."

Musing, the Elephant observed the nerve-wracked Bear. And slid his trunk around that tight neck.

Of course, Laion squirmed as Nelfem strangled him, but his opposition was silenced: solemnly, the pachyderm pressed their lips together in a kiss. And pulled the bruin to roll on his backside.

There, Ruvar stood above him while the bruin was sprawled over the wooden trunk. And in a movement, he spread those delicious thighs to admire that fat ass. Two rounds cheeks so fat they were almost wiggling before the Rogue's eyes, though they could not hide the swollen and moist donut between. Before the expedition, that hole may have been virgin and innocent; however, it now possessed a vertical slit from all the endured abuse. A hole Ruvar greedily fingered once he was sure those legs would be kept up by the whorish Bear.

"You're enjoying it!"

Mocked the Kobold with a large grin, plunging three fingers inside the ooze-coated hole.

But no answer came from the bruin's mouth except a loud gulp and moans when he caught on.

There, his upside-down sight was entirely obscured by the Elephant's genitals. By that cock, of course, that hung down, though also his testicles counted too: heavy like oranges and whose perfume filled the Bear's nostrils, stifled thoughts and worries.

A musky, earthy, and heady aroma that made Laion drool in envy. And it did not take much of a finger occluding his nostrils for Laion to follow the order:

"Open up."

Nelfem ordered, poised. And the ursine opened his mouth wide. So pushed on the glans, slightly damp of sweat and piss, and rubbed on the tongue. Then pressed beyond his lips, beyond his teeth, beyond his tongue. Ever so slowly, the Elephant progressed while the Bruin had to breathe through his mouth and feel the influx of air reduced to nothing then...

A gurgle escaped from his throat, and the pain from his sore jaw dissipated, replaced by desire.

His whole world had been reduced to darkness, as campfire had disappeared and only remained the sensation of the leathery scrotum rubbed across his face, then the fingers pulling from his nose. In an instant, the Bruin was free to inhale... And to drown in the pungent man's musk, to feel his mind go blank whenever he inhaled that stench.

He knew how ignominious it was to give in to that lust. Or how spurned he would be. But when Laion sensed his throat bulge, his skin stretched thin... Too thin. He gurgled, gasped, whined. And ran his tongue against the massive cock in him. He accepted it when rough hands reached his throat and massaged it. No... Stroked the cock inside.

And he moaned.

He moaned when the fingers withdrew from his gaped hole and let cold air rush the needy orifice. The Bear shook his ass before something pushed against it, something whose warmth was delectable. No... Perfect. The same heat engulfed his throat and esophagus. A perfect warmth stretched his asshole, penetrating it, pushing against his swollen rim.

He wanted to beg, to plead it to enter. It was already, Laion... Laion understood he was to be used and fucked.

And as if listening to his thoughts, both men thrust forward.

Rocking and split-roasted, laying against the bark, Laion felt his throat assaulted by the hips of the Elephant.

That powerful body pressed onward, angled, and smacked those massive nuts on the bruin's face.

That meaty and throbbing shaft rubbing its acrid scent against his tastebuds.

That flared tip tugging on his vocal cords while it massaged his throat.

Those testicles pressed against his needy asshole, coating the crack with sweat.

Those hips hammering his hole relentlessly, bucking in and out.

Those hands smacking and covering the glutes with sore spots.

And that cock. So perfect, as it pistoned inner walls with all that lovingly brutality. Each time, It hit his needy spot, bringing more tremors to the strapping Bear.

He was falling, drowning, desperately giving in. And he desired it. He could not live without it.

In, in, out, out, in, in, out, out.

His mind followed the tempo of both men as they used him and revealed in the Paladin's debasement. Their mocking voices sounded so distant, almost absent, as they enjoyed the tight orifices.

Plap plap plap, heard the Bruin from the Elephant. The violent thrusts smacked that face at a frantic pace, and each hit left the bear moaning and writhing in pain, his throat on fire.

This was what he needed. What he desired. What he had sought.

The bear's toes curled in delight, his prostate perfectly smashed by Ruvar's dick. The small kobold proving himself so talented, so virile, so powerful. Much more than Laion who was... Just a whore. A whore for them. A whore who trembled in desperation when the cock in his throat throbbed and a warm liquid filled his stomach, bloated it. He should have been in pain, as the skin was taut, and he almost looked pregnant. Yet, he... He desired more. More from that cock that kept ramming his throat.

More was given when it was his ass who received its blessing, filled and crushed... It never stopped; it was never to stop.

"We have a new role for you, whore."

They kept ramming and pushing, crushing all he was. The fingers tugged on his throat, on his erect nipples. They gripped his testicles, smacked them entirely. And his cocklet, they... They ignored it. It was worthless; it was to be hidden. As he was..

He was... he was... He was... He clenched his fingers, and another trickle of cum escaped his cocklet.

His teammates both pulled out. But as they removed their cocks, letting cum pour from the ruined holes, Laion croaked: "Again.".

They happily obliged as Laion was finally impaled on the massive cock, servicing that talented rogue. Until he finally heard the decisive click.

-

"Do not worry, we're the best adventures on that side of the continent. Nothing will graze your hair!"

"But... I was told you were three."

In a seedy tavern within the capital, Nelfem and Ruvar reclined on their cushy seats. Their table was covered with empty mugs, gifts of the porcine merchant before them: a future client. A squat man shivering at any occasion and pursed his lips while looking for the fabled third member.

"Oh yeah. Hoi bitch. Move! Sir wants to see you!"

And with a kick from Ruvar, something stirred from under the table.

The third member slowly moved from under the table, cum leaking from its half-closed lips. Laion, the former paladin. After their first work, many things changed for the Paladin. His chest was now swollen and pierced with silver barbells, his ass so round it wobbled at any step. His belly was as round as a pregnant woman's while almost concealing what was between those generous thighs: a tiny cocklet, a nub, hidden in a steel cage. His swollen balls were red from smacks, and attached to it was a small pyre, a former sign of his devotion.

Instead of steel or leather, Laion wore translucent harem garbs that did not hide his cum-matted fur. But he no longer cared, as attested by his vile scent. Or by the collar, he proudly bore: "Bitch Bait".

"You want a moment with me, Sir?"

He asked, his voice coarse as he grinned.