Alive and well...

In an **** state, you imagine all kinds of nonsense... As if you are looking from the outside at your own ****, bloody body, which lies on a wooden floor... Then, you leave the building and look towards the forest. It seems to you that some mysterious creature is looking at you from the forest... As if there were many animal eyes flickering with orange light... You feel an inexplicable feeling... The feeling that help may come to you from the forest... You just need to agree to this... You think that in the current critically dangerous situation, you will need any help. Therefore you agree...

You awake sometime later, with a ancient looking old human cleric muttering prayers over you. "I aint dead yet." You grunt as powerfully as you are able, feeling someone clasp your hand. Glancing over you are surprised to see Caelan kneeling beside you, clasping your big green hand in both of his small pale ones.

"Your going to be just fine my protector." You suddenly feel sick, realizing that you had risked your life fighting for this human you despised. Still as you watch him kiss the back of your hand, you think about how your big cock had broken him. "The army is here now... My general is rooting out the traitors, the Orc's have already fled back across the border. We will be safely back in my castle soon..." It is only when he mentioned being on the move, that you notice the movement and creaking of the wagon wheels. You are in the back of a wagon, as it moves along the road headed for the city.

"That's all well and good." You grunt trying to sit up. a spike of pain in your chest telling you that is not going to happen. So you lay back with a grunt of agony, stunned by how much your already healing wounds could still hurt. They hadn't hurt so much back when you were getting them, as they do now that the magic is swiftly healing them.

"No... no... take it easy Knight Protector." The old cleric growled softly, as he lay a hand on your chest the glow of magic plain. "It will be a few days before you can get up and around. Until then you must rest." As he said that you can feel your eye lids growing heavy, you struggle not wanting to go to sleep yet.

"The raiders were just the sword... the invisible hand that wielded them is still close by you." You warn Caelan as your eye lids flutter, you can't resist the spell much longer but he needs to be warned. "Be on your guard your enemy is close by you... they knew about your stay at the lodge. Had the border guard let the Orc's through, had part of your protection **** bought and paid for. You can't trust anyone who could manage all of that..." You words trail off as you feel soft lip's on the back of your hand, and then blackness washes over you like a ocean wave...

**

Suddenly you awake in a grand outdoor pavilion, soaring marble columns surround the bed on which you lay.

These columns are entwined with vines of some plant. You are surprised to notice that even the marble of your bed is covered with moss in many places.

Slowly you sit up feeling absolutely no pain, in fact you have never felt better in your life almost intoxicated in fact. Climbing off the bed you look around, aside from this grand structure your standing in there is nothing but rolling hills and forest.

A dense, boundless forest... A few marble buildings that look abandoned... You do not notice the slightest sign of any presence of settlements of intelligent creatures in the area... Only the rustling of leaves, the chirping of grasshoppers, the squeal of flying birds... Occasionally a howl and roar reaches your ears... Probably Large animals live in this dense forest... But fortunately for you, these animals are far from you... Now...

You feel almost pulled in a southerly direction, walking past the columns you step out onto a deck of sorts. Ahead of you there is a small red fox sitting on a rock, he seems to be addressing a group of animals that are assembled before him. You can just make out his words of dismissal, and watch as the animals all amble off. Turning its head the fox looks back at you, and then as you watch it grows into a sleek slender fox man. "Ahaha you're sleep at last..." The fox laughed bounding off the rock and then up the marble steps onto the landing with you. "You had me scared there for a moment." He chuckles slowly walking up to you, as it dawns on you who this creature was.

"Wait... wait I know you... Your Renard the Trickster!" You accuse as the fox bows deep and mockingly to you, it is just your luck that you have earned the attention of the trickster god. He is the most reviled god in all the whole old pantheon of deities of the local vast expanses of forests, because he enjoys watching dumb guys like you get into trouble in fact he helps get them there.

You will remember that, like the cults of other ancient deities of these vast forest lands, the cult of Renard the Trickster (this deity is also called the “Grinning Fox”) is not widespread at the present time. This capricious and unpredictable deity of deceit, secrets, seduction, eloquence and theft is worshiped only by a few inhabitants of forest villages that are far from large cities. The cult of the Grinning Fox is suppressed by the royal power of the Sacred Kingdom of Orlania. However, other similar cults of ancient forest deities are also suppressed in Orlania. However, it can be said that (due to the frequent connection of adherents of this cult with crime) those who pray to Renard the Trickster are persecuted with increased zeal by the priests and inquisitors of the Church of the Equal Brother-Deities...

"Oh come now... from helpless magically enslaved boi whore to Knight Protector in one day... Who else could do that for you... would do that for you? The other gods are so hands off... 'Let them make their lives what they will.' BORING! I give you mortals little nudges from time to time, and you do such entertaining things. I nudged the archer so his arrow missed your throat, focused his aim on the rune controlling you. Nasty thing control runes... I am all about free will do as you like." The fox danced around you rubbing his leathery paw across your naked skin, it is only then that you notice that you are completely naked. "Breaking your tormentor into your slut... that was very much a trickster play. I like you Ulkin... you will have a place in my house once you die."

The last phrase caused slight anxiety in your mind...

"You will have a place..."

"In my house…"

The shadows from the trees of this vast dense forest seemed to become darker... The shadows seemed to reach out to your face... Like the hands of strange creatures... a shiver races down your spine. "Don't be afraid... everyone dies sooner or later. I myself have died many times in many places."

"And yet here you are." You grunt, looking the fox over as he stand smiling up at you impishly.

"Well some of us have... certain advantages... every-time I die I come here. My own private heaven... very few get invited here... you should feel privileged."

Attempts to reason on this topic began to appear in your head: “How strange... What does the Grinning Fox mean? Why does he need me? Is he just liking me? Is this really the only reason for his interference in my life?”

However, you were unable to concentrate your thoughts...

You felt a powerful impulse of desire to look into the eyes of this cheerful and friendly deity of the ancient pantheon of local lands... You fulfilled this desire...

Large beautiful eyes... Eyes of an orange hue with three vertical pupils that have the color of the night sky on the darkest summer night...

These eyes give off a faint golden glow...

You realize that these eyes beam with sympathy for you, friendliness and kindness...

You think with inspiration: “At least someone sincerely and disinterestedly wishes me well!”

The fleeting anxiety quickly evaporated like water on the ground on a hot summer day...

Somehow that did not make you feel better, still as that soft warm furry body rubs against you. You feel happy to be there, smiling as this strange creature fondles you like a toy. "I hope you live a long time... so that I can be entertained as long as possible. So I'm going to give you a blessing... it will make you a bit more lucky." Leaning in close the handsome fox morph kissed you, the feeling of his furry lip's on your own... tickles. "So ready to get... Lucky?" He asked grabbing your long thick half Orc cock in his paws, while tugging you back into the pavilion.

"Alright... but your the one who's going to take it." You grunt as the smiling fox lead you back to the bed, just looking at his sly smirk you think maybe he's been the one fucking you over this whole time!