Other offers... and danger stalks the night.

You healed up surprisingly fast, you are unsure if it is because of the cleric's spell casting... The divine visitation by Renard, or just the hearty food that the dowager Duchess feeds you every day. No matter what it is you are rapidly on the mend, something Caelan seems wildly happy about. He had even taken to serving you like a body servant, helping your to urinate into the chamber pot because you couldn't get out of bed. Washing your body be hand, while you lay there watching him serve you in shock. As your body heals up the Duke moves into bed to you, at first he had been just sleeping beside you then giving you good morning oral. But as it becomes plain your feeling better, he begins riding your big green cock every night... before the two of you go to sleep. To be honest, his enthusiasm for pleasuring you was growing kind of bothersome as it took a lot of your strength. You had started to think that might be why he was so eager, he wanted to keep you weak so that he could keep control of you. Still as strange as it is... he seems to have come to depend on your for his comfort. Snuggling up close to your big green body at night, kissing and stroking you all over like a lover.

More than that he talks to you about what is going on, telling you about the things happening around his realm. Asking your opinion or thoughts about things, at first you can't understand why he would be doing this. But slowly it begins to dawn on you, there is no one else... he has no friends... no advisors that he really trusts. Caelan is a sad lonely little man, and somehow... maybe because you broke him... maybe because you fought for him after the way he had treated you. But he had came to love and trust you, something his mother had hinted at in your conversations. Lady Abigail the dowager Duchess talked with you every day, while he son was engaged in matters of state. She would bring you food with her own two hands, feeding you even after it was plain that you were strong enough to do so yourself. Talking to you about her family, it seemed to be one terrible thing after another. Murders, betrayals, ****, poisonings, it was like some scary tale that was told on a dark winter night near the fireplace in a tavern (it’s just that the sensations from action-packed events are completely different - when it’s not an imaginary fairy tale character who risks getting hit in the throat by a poisoned dagger, but you yourself). It because plain that she was trying to help you understand Caelan better, you almost got the impression that the lady wanted to get you to feel sorry for him.

It was the sixth night you had been there, you slowly drifted off to sleep with Caelan laying on top of you. Your semi hard cock still throbbing softly inside of his ass, as the little human snored slowly with his face buried in your armpit. At last darkness closed over you, suddenly you find yourself looking up at the domed white marble ceiling. Bright beams of sunlight streaming through between tall pillars, you know at once that you are in that strange timeless place once more. “Is this going to be a regular thing Renard?” You demand looking around for the fox, only this time you hear a deep throbbing voice.

“I... I am not the fox.” A powerful voice grunts, as you feel a strong wave of dread race through you. Sitting up you quickly slid off the bed, not at all surprised to discover yourself completely naked. As you look around towards there that voice came from leery, the creature you see sitting on a huge marble throne makes you shudder.

This is incredible... A huge satyr-shaped monstrous creature, from which an aura of wild strength and ruthlessness emanates!

Feeling the sudden desire to fall to your knees and grovel before him, the Wild God Painal grins at you as if sensing what you had almost done. All around his throne is a mass of naked females, humans... Elves... Orc's... Fawns... even feral goats and sheep. Somehow you knew without being told they all belonged to him, and he had bred every single one of them. “So you have a bit of back bone.” Painal chuckled standing up slowly, you are shocked by the size of him as he stands there looking at you for a moment. Slowly he walks forwards the sea of bodies melting away in front of him, although some of the females cling to his furry legs slavishly for a moment as he pass's by. The ten foot tall Satyr sneered down at you. He was a huge glutton, with a belly that shook when he moved. His enormous cock was beyond anything you'd ever seen. His skin was tanned from years under the sun, his fur thick, with curls in a chaotic mess. Among the tangled thick dark hair on his head, two curved horns are visible.

“You have the fox's stink upon you... he has claimed you to be one of his.” Painal observed as he stopped in front of you, smiling as your legs trembled making you fight to keep from dropping to your knee's. “Heh... luck... I can give much better gifts than that.” Reaching out he cupped your soft green skinned scrotum, rolling your fat testicles around inside that pouch. As you watched those orbs grew larger, your spent cock bouncing up to full erection. As you looked down it got thicker and longer, even as you felt like you could breed a hundred females without stopping. “Just a small token of what I can give to you...” He explained with a lewd smirk, his big hand gripping your organ teasingly stroking it. “Few males get treated so well, most are whining submissive creatures who should have been born female. Few of them could stand here before me like you, most are like that so called Duke. They are meant to serve the true males like us... swear yourself to me and I will give you the power to make herds of such creatures.”

“Ahem... poaching Painal! I would think females were more your style.” Looking around you see Renard standing not far away, he flashes you a smile while glaring at the big Satyr. “Time to wake up Ulkin.” The fox grunts, and suddenly you jerk awake as a dark shadowy figure stabs a glittering blade at you. If you hadn't spent your whole life fighting and shrugging, you might have been dead right there in that soft bed.

“Gurrru.” You growl loudly throwing one huge hand up, catching the assassins wrist as the dagger plunges towards your chest. Instantly your other hand swings up... throwing a wild punch, it hits the side of the mans head with a solid 'Thump!' The blade in his hand drops to the bed, as his body suddenly goes limp in your hand.

“Guards! Guards!” Caelan in standing up in the bed, howling at the top of his lungs now as the room is suddenly flooded with armored men. They grab the **** assassin from you, lighting lamps as they unmasked a servant that you had seen helping Caelan to get dressed every morning. You manage to sit up, feeling decidedly sick from the excitement. As Caelan runs around ordering the guards to check here and there, the Duke unaware of the thick creamy river of cum leaking from his anus and snaking down the back of his thigh. “Oh my gods... he... he almost killed you my champion.”

“Not hardly...” You snort realizing that the Dagger hadn't been aimed at your chest, so much as at Caelan's back. “No one would kill a common half Orc... when the lord was available.” You point out with a grunt, thinking that you really hadn't heal up as much as you thought you had. “He was placed close to you... I'm guessing he was the last line of attack. Used only if all else had failed... they must have been getting **** to attack so openly.”