Rite of Replication
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Commission for Guderian on FA
(Story by Koviell Sashermasock)
If adventuring was without any risks...
Meet Dan, a human adventurer and treasure hunter. He was always up for a new adventure. If only he knew what was coming...
A few days ago, the human adventurer overheard rumours about a valuable artifact hidden deep in the caverns under a mountain. As a treasure hunter, these rumours did sound quite appealing. As an adventurer, he's always ready to explore new places and go on new adventures. Taking his gear and wits, he gets on his way to the said mountains.
The trail in the mountains was harsh; it was a rocky area. He had found the remains of a dead humanoid. He can't tell which kind since it was consumed a while ago. With a little hope that he won't get ambushed and turned into the snack of a wandering monster, he headed into the caves.
The caves were dark, but he had a lantern to light his path. He had a strange feeling, as if someone or something was watching him. There was nothing in sight, other than a few rodents and bats. This is... unusual...
Deeper in the caverns, he had found something that looked like a door. Was this place inhabited? He checked the door; it's trapped. This will be easily picked, he tought. He had the right tools for the job. He took out his picking kit and skeleton key.
Click... Click... Click... Done. There was a mechanism tied to the door handle. It was now broken and no longer a threat. He was good to go... until he noticed that some blood was dripping from his forehead. He was stung by a needle and he didn't notice it. He checked his sides, there were more needles. He was caught by another trap. He felt suddenly very weak and sleepy.
When he woke up, he was naked on the ground, restrained by ropes. He wasn't able to move, but he still felt the uncomfortable ground under him. He was in a large room with an altar and a bonfire. There were a lot of little humanoids in cloaks around him.
One of them let down his cloak on the floor. It was a kobold. He had a staff in hand. Other than the crown on his head, he was naked... and aroused; his koboldhood proudly exposed. The kobold with the crown said something in an unknown language and the other humanoids dropped their cloaks; each one of them was a kobold. They were all aroused and looking at him.
The kobold with the crown conjured some kind of pot and handed it to another one. That kobold started to pleasure himself until he came, unloading himself into the pot. He handed the pot to another kobold that did the same. The pot was passed from kobold to kobold until it came back, full of semen, to the crowned kobold.
That kobold handed his staff to someone else and went next to the tied human. He forced him to drink about half the pot of semen. The human felt weird when drinking the warm and gooey liquid. The kobold with a crown suddenly became very attractive to him. He felt warm and aroused. The human wanted to pleasure himself, but he couldn't move.
The kobold with the crown switched the pot half full of semen for the staff and start chanting. The other kobolds did the same. The human started to feel very weird and dizzy. Suddenly, the world around him was getting bigger. His skin thickened and slowly turned into scales. He felt something growing down his rump; it was a tail. His nails turned into claws and his vision improved. He could see clearly in the room.
The kobold with a crown snapped his fingers and the bonds on the legs of the newly created kobold were raised, so his rump was fully exposed. He switched the staff for the pot half full of semen and started applying the warm and gooey liquid around and inside the bound kobold. When he considered him ready, the crowned kobold applied some semen on his own koboldhood before thrusting inside the bound kobold. The grunts of the bound kobold quickly changed into moans. He never had been taken by a male, much less by a male kobold.
The kobold with a crown thrusted inside of him vigorously. Each thrust was followed by a grunt, until he finally came inside the bounded kobold, leaving a load of warm and gooey semen. The bounded kobold didn't have time to recover before another kobold took the place of the kobold with a crown.
Just like the first, he applied some semen from the pot on his own koboldhood before thrusting inside the bound kobold. This one was rough and kept biting his neck in the process. The bound kobold couldn't handle it anymore and came all over himself, while the other was still thrusting into him. That kobold finally came inside of him. Another kobold took his place to leave his mark inside the bound kobold, then another one, and another one until the whole clan came at least once inside the bound kobold, leaving him used, dirty and gooey.
"The Rite of Replication is done", said the kobold with the crown. For the first time, the newly created kobold understood what they said. The magical bonds were removed. The newly created kobold was no longer related to the surface dwellers. All he had in mind was to serve the other kobolds, he wanted to serve them well again. He may not be able to walk properly, but from now he was part of the clan...