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Such a Privilege
🕑 Added 2021-06-01 03:32:36 +0000 UTCFandom: Dragalia Lost
Pairing: Volk/Ranzal
Rating: Explicit
Tags: dubcon, mind break, rough sex, master/slave, aphrodisiac
Summary: Volk's plague has an interesting effect on Ranzal,
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Why did the crazy ones show up when he was all on his own?! Darting through the trees, keeping his ears training on the near featherlight sound of Volk’s footsteps (seriously, how could he move so quickly while wearing that weird armor?), Ranzal kept one hand on his sword’s hilt, ready and waiting for the first blow to fly out from the foliage. Just like this fucker to sneak around in the underbrush, waiting for when his guard was dropped to strike. Exactly the kind of fighting he hated the most. Jumping over a fallen log, Ranzel’s feet were just hitting the ground when a dagger zipped past his vision, just barely missing slicing his eyes to gelatinous sinkholes. Cursing underneath his breath, he turned towards where the dagger had been tossed from, swiftly unsheathing his sword and brandishing it in front of him. He pressed his lips tightly together. The plan had been to get back to the town nearby; regroup with his friends to take this fiend on together but to hell with that. He wouldn’t give this fucker the satisfaction of chasing him. If he wanted a fight, then he would have one.
“Are you finally ready to accept your fate, Ranzal?” Volk’s snarling voice called mockingly from the trees, “You won’t get away from me this time! That dreaded, privileged prince isn’t here to save you, Ranzal! I will finally make you pay! You will repent!”
“Shut it, bub.” Ranzal growled, “I ain’t got any interest in entertaining these psychotic notions of yours. Come out here! If you really wanna make me pay, then stop hiding and fight me!”
He entirely expected for Volk to fly into another screeching tirade so when all that came from the woods was a deep, seething, “As you wish,” the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. Goosebumps raced out across his arms. Unconsciously tensing up, sensing that a fight was coming in quick, Ranzal planted his foot forward. Bring it - he was ready for the bastard this time! The only person who’d be repenting today was the manic murderer who thought it was a good idea to challenge him. There was the snap of a twig breaking underneath a heavy boot. Finally, through the dense foliage, he could make out Volk’s stooped shape. Their eyes met - one brimming with a deranged hatred, the other hard with determination. Ranzal raised his sword higher. Volk let out a bellowing roar then rushed forward, swinging his strange spiral weapon wildly. He took another step forward, readying himself to meet his blow but just as Volk was closing in on him, he threw his weapon to the side.
“Wha-?!” Ranzal gawked. What the hell kind of strategy was that?! Was he planning on going up against him with his fists only?!
“TODAY IS THE DAY YOU REPENT, PRIVILEGED SCUM!” Volk screamed, hurling himself at Ranzal.
There was a flash of nauseating green. A dense fog of swirling colors poured out from around Volk’s body, quickly enclosing around Ranzal. He stumbled backwards, wildly flailing his arms in an attempt to disperse the smoke. It was only after he had stupidly gulped in a deep breath that he realized what exactly happened. Plague...this was Volk’s plague - a special attack he used to disorientate whoever he was fighting. It surrounded him, pressing in from all sides. Every breath he sucked in was laced with it. Coughing on the thick mass, Ranzal tried to bulldoze his way out of the swirling mass but his foot caught on a tree branch, sending him sprawling onto the ground. His back whacked hard against the trunk, knocking all of his breath out of him. In the confusion, he raggedly gulped in even more of Volk’s plague as he struggled to get his bearings. Where...where was that bastard? Had he just run off, leaving the plague to do his dirty work for him? Co...coward...he...he...Ranzal blinked blearily. He stared blankly down at his hands, lying limply in his lap. All the tension slowly bled from his large body, leaving him in a relaxed heap at the base of the tree.
Tilting his head back, Ranzal stared up blankly at the leaves, shifting slightly in the soft wind blowing through their branches. What...what was it that he...was doing again…? Something to do with Volk, who had been telling him something but he...Ranzal frowned. What in the hell had been going before now? The plague around him was starting to dissipate, letting gentle beams of sunlight pierce through. Forest...okay, he was in a forest but...why? And why...why was he so hot…? Ranzal swallowed, the chords in his throat clicking loudly. He unconsciously pawed at his collar, trying to loosen the buttons to let some air in. Sweat drenched his body, causing his clothes to stick uncomfortably to his skin. Every time he shifted, the fabric rubbed against him, creating a strange stirring of tingles that reverberated through his entire body. His dry tongue rasped against the roof of his mouth. There was a low thrum in his ears. His head felt heavy and...strange, almost as though his thoughts were having to wade through chest-deep sludge.
What...what was wrong with him? Had he come down with a fever? That was certainly what it felt like...though this was unlike any illness he’d experienced before. Ranzal blinked sluggishly, clumsily pushing a trembling hand through his damp hair. He might feel compelled to believe that this was just him becoming sick...if it weren’t for a very noticeable throb in his crotch. Exhaling shakily, Ranzal glanced downwards at himself. A wave of color crashed up from his throat, pooling into his cheeks. This...this wasn’t just a fever...he...he was...
A shrieking cry of deranged glee cut through the silent forest, startling some nearby birds from their perches in the trees. Ranzal was given just enough time to look up to see a flash of blur of red and green before something hard whalloped against his chest, leaving him breathless once more. Dragging in a ragged breath, Ranzal instinctively reached out to grab hold of whatever was pressing heavily against him. A gauntleted hand, clawed and sharp, grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head backwards. Brilliant red eyes, seething with a maniacal malice, glared down at him. Ranzal just blinked. His fingers twitched around the hilt of his sword. Some part of him still understood what he was supposed to be doing but he couldn’t make high or low of it. Here was Volk...and he was...doing something that involved him but...what? Why were they out here? Why...why was his presence making him feel even stranger? Ranzal gulped hard, his lips parting slightly as his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Will you not stand and toil away to prevent this fate?” Volk snarled, one eyebrow arching, “Come on! Show off your privilege so that the pleasure of-“
Volk abruptly stopped speaking. His eyes widened. He dropped his boot away from Ranzal’s chest, slamming it down between his trembling thighs. They stared at each other silently for a few moments, while Ranzal admired just how pretty Volk’s eyes were. He’d seen him a number of times (or, at least, he was pretty sure he had) but he’d never noticed before how gorgeous those peepers were. Such a beautiful hue of red - made even more incredible by the harsh glare. Wasn’t usually his sort of the thing...still, Volk looking at him like that was making his body feel even hotter. His heart thundered against his ribs, fluttering in his throat like the rapid flap of a hummingbird’s wings. The longer Volk glared down at him, the more pronounced his reaction became - until he was almost ready to throw himself at his feet and beg for...something. He didn’t know what but he was certain that once his mouth open, the words he was aching to say would flow out freely, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was saying.
“Well, well, well.” Volk chuckled huskily, a hint of derisive amusement laced through his voice, “I knew you were pathetic but I never would’ve imagined to this extent.”
“H...huh…?” Ranzal mumbled, not remotely bothered at the insult.
Lunging forward, Volk brought the heel of his boot down onto his throbbing erection. Crying out throatily, his head falling forward, Ranzal grabbed hold of his ankle with both hands. There was no strength behind his group - he wasn’t trying to pull him away or make him stop but rather, just needing something to hold onto as a shrieking wave of dizzying pleasure smashed its way through his already overstimulated nerves. Panting heavily, the rapid pace of his heart picking up to a neck-breaking pace, Ranzal stared down hazily at Volk’s foot. Wha...what was going on…? His dick...Volk was crushing his dick but it...it felt good-! The intense pressure against the sensitive organ was making him see double-! He...he might even cum just from this-! What in the Gods’ name was going on with him…? He could no longer try to convince himself that this was just a sudden onset sickness. None of what he was experiencing right now could be explained away by a simple fever. No, this was something else...something that his mushy mind couldn’t make any sense of. If it was a sickness, then what...what was happening to him?
“Still, I suppose,” Volk sighed, grinding his heel even harder against Ranzal’s crotch, the spark of delighted heat becoming even more vibrant at the loud moan he shamelessly let out, “I can’t hold it against a brazen whore like you. So hungry for it that you can’t even manage to have some pride?”
“Wha…?” Ranzal blinked stupidly. Hungry…? Yeah, he...he was hungry but not for food. Restlessly stirring his tongue around in his dry mouth, Ranzal curled his fingers tighter around Volk’s ankle, scraping his blunt nails against the smooth, black metal. He...he wanted something...something that could satiate this demanding, gnawing heat. Ranzal pressed his lips tightly together. This...this was infuriating. The answer was dancing coyly at the edges of his mind, just out of his reach.
“Gonna make me spell it out for you?” Volk snorted, tossing his long hair over his shoulder. He leaned down, bringing their faces together. A tremble raced through Ranzal’s body. He unconsciously opened his mouth, pushing in even closer. He hesitantly raised a hand to brush the tips of his fingers across Volk’s strange mask. Although he wouldn’t - not without permission - he longed to tug it away so he could finally see all of Volk’s face. He...he was probably beautiful underneath this helm. Made him wonder if there were some folks who, despite all of Volk’s craziness, went crazy for him. He must have some admirers somewhere…
“I...I don’t un-understand…” Ranzal panted, his tongue as heavy as his abandoned sword. It was difficult to string words together into anything that made sense. Random fragments of thought managed to get through the haze but it was nothing that would be worth saying out loud. Trying to just make his brain work, to pull through the dense heatwave scorching his synapses, resulted in such a big push back from the sludge that he couldn’t find any real point in trying.
Letting out an amused sigh, Volk lifted his foot away. There was a significantly large wet spot staining his crotch, accumulating at its largest at the tip of a twitching bulge. His cock twitched hungrily inside his soaked underneath, training up against the sopping wet fabric with a yearning that even he, in his stupefied delirium, could somewhat understand. Volk took a step back then squatted down in front of him. His eyes crinkled with deranged amusement. From underneath the mask, Ranzal could make out two bright spots of crimson dyeing his pale cheeks. Snagging Ranzal’s wrist, Volk wrenched his hand down, leading it to his crotch and pressing his palm firmly to a giant throb of heat. A jolt raced up Ranzal’s arm. His breath caught, expelling itself from his parted lips in a harsh wheeze. His eyes widened, gleaming in the soft sunlight. Volk...Volk was hard as well...Hot...so hot and...hard…and he...he wanted to…Ranzal’s fingers twitched, unconsciously longing for something that his mind couldn’t put a name or action too.
“You don’t understand?” Volk sneered mockingly. He roughly shoved his hand between Ranzal’s legs, giving his erection a strong squeeze. Ranzal choked out a strangled cry, his hips bucking jerkily to grind his length against Volk’s palm. “Don’t play dumb with me! You understand perfectly well what’s going on here, Ranzal! Finally, you’re sick of the stupid charade you’ve been putting on. That nauseating act, presenting yourself as a warrior, a fighter, a hardened mercenary with a heart of gold when really, this,” he squeezed Ranzal’s cock again, harder this time and a explosion of electric white splashed across his vision, “this is what you really are. Go on! Say it!”
“I don’t-!” Ranzal gasped, his vision blurring with tears and sweat. He whimpered pathetically, weakly rolling and bucking his hips as a cacophony of super-heated pressure built up in the base of his belly, “I don’t-! Please-! I don’t-!”
“Pathetic.” Volk growled, his brilliant eyes alight with a deranged flame. Yanking his hand away, he straightened up. Keeping his fiery gaze precisely focused on Ranzal’s brightly flushed face, he carefully shed his gauntlets, revealing long, elegant fingers that bore calluses and scars from years of fighting. Dropping the armor to the ground without a second look, his hands next went to his trousers. Ranzal watched with bated breath, his heart fluttering wildly, as Volk slowly, methodically pulled on a concealed drawstring. The folds of fabric fell away. A powerfully thick, fat cock popped free from the loose covering, bouncing freely in the open air. Ranzal’s heart twanged strongly inside his chest, sending out an echo of excitement that shook its way through his bones. He...he still didn’t fully understand why his body was having this kind of reaction to another man’s penis but he...he wasn’t complaining.
“Listen to me, Ranzal, for I will only say this once.” Volk’s low voice practically oozed with an unrestrained, gleeful lust, “Pleasuring this,” he lightly traced the shaft of his girthy cock, “is your only purpose. You are not privileged. You are not special. You are not strong. You are nothing more than a cum hungry slut who aches to have this buried deep inside of your whore hole. You are a cocksleeve, a toilet - existing for no other reason than to have your holes pumped full of my seed.”
Jolting down so that they were at eye level with each other, Volk breathed, “Do you understand now, whore? I am your Master and you...you are a weak, pathetic cumslut who would gladly choke himself on my cock if I demanded it.”
Ranzal gazed up at him silently for a moment then a dizzy smile slowly spread across his face. Of course...it made so much sense. This was why his body ached; why it twitched and trembled, desperately aching for something that he hadn’t been clever enough to realize on his own. He...he was a cumslut, hungry for Volk’s fat cock. He...he...Ranzal’s gaze flickered down to stare wantonly at the thick length standing straight up from a mess of pubic hair. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip. He sucked in a sharp, jagged breath. Inside...he wanted that big thing inside him. He wanted to fulfill his purpose as Volk’s cocksleeve and make him feel so good, he pumped his belly full of cum. A tremble of erratic excitement thundered down his spine, ending up as a boom of tingles in his soaked crotch. Lurching forward clumsily, he tore at his clothes - daft fingers somehow remembered how to get his armor and zippers undone in a quick enough manner. In no time at all, he was kneeling before Volk, exposed and ready to fulfill his duty. His cock throbbed between his quaking thighs, dripping copious amounts of precum. His balls hung heavy, swollen full of inferior seed.
“Yes, Master, I understand so please…” Ranzal gasped, his eyes heavy-lidded and swimming with hazy lust, “Lay down and let me service you.”
Snorting, Volk pushed him out of the way and took his place leaning up against the tree. Reclining back, he spread open his legs in an obvious demand for attention. His blond hair contrasted gorgeously against the dark bark behind him, “Be quick about it. You’re already stretching my patience, you worm.”
“Y-Yes!” Ranzal exclaimed breathlessly, a churn of excitement pulsing in his chest nearly making him lose his balance. With all the grace of a newly born calf, he climbed up onto Volk. He was surprisingly small underneath him but the thick mass nudging against his backside made up for the slender form of his body. Breathing raggedly, his head spinning out of control, Ranzal reached behind him to wrap his broad fingers around Volk’s length. He whimpered needily. So...so hot-! He was so big-! This…this cock-! Ranzal giggled excitedly, lifting his hips up enough to press the tip to his twitching entrance. Inside-! He wanted it inside-! He wanted-! Grabbing one of Volk’s shoulder for leverage, Ranzal dropped his hips, sinking down onto the scalding hot mass. As soon as the head popped through the tight ring of muscles, all the strength in his legs went out. Gravity and his own weight pulled him down, completely impaling him on Volk’s cock. His plush backside smooshed firm against Volk’s thin pubic bone. The bulbous head bounced hard against something inside of him that brought on a bombastic wave of sparks.
“M-Master-!” Ranzal shrieked, throwing his head back. His hips bucked weakly as he spent himself all over Volk’s chest. Thick ropes of milky white almost disappeared amongst the swath of Volk’s pale skin. Immense pleasure roared through his veins, setting every inch of his body alight. With it came new strength, rocketing him forward into a crazed lust. With the bite of his orgasm still clinging sharply to his mind, he lurched forward, wrapping his arms around Volk’s thin shoulders. Panting raggedly, a delirious smile spread wide across his flushed face, he gracelessly bounced on top of him. Harsh moans and squeals poured from his stupidly gawking mouth. Drool streamed down his jaw, dripping along Volk’s smooth skin. His cock, trapped between their bodies, rubbed against his and Volk’s stomach - not as good as a hand stroking him but more than enough to ramp up the already devastating pleasure even higher.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Volk sneered, “Does it feel good?”
“GOOD-! SO GOOD-!” Ranzal howled, “MY ASS-! MY ASS FEELS SO GOOD-! SO BIG-! SO HOT-! MORE-! MORE-! FUCK ME MORE-!”
“You dare demand something of me?” Volk lightly whacked the back of his head, though he sounded more amused than angry, “Be careful what you say, Ranzal. This ass,” he reached down to roughly squeeze on the plump globes, digging his blunt nails into the soft flesh, “does feel amazing. You’re sucking on me so tightly, you disgusting whore. You get a little taste and immediately go cock crazy. Typical of a privileged weakling like you.”
“I’m sorry-! I’m sorry-!” Ranzal sobbed, burying his burning hot face into Volk’s shoulder, “Good-! Just feels-! So good-! Your cock-! Want more-! Want more of your cock-! Aaahn! Aaahn!! Right there-! Fuck-! Fuck-!”
“Listen to you.” Volk cooed, “No shame, no pride - you’re so lewd, Ranzal. I should be disappointed but,” he chuckled, tangling his long fingers through Ranzal’s sweat soaked hair, “I guess the excitement is getting to me as well.”
“Do-Does it feel good, M-Master?”
“Aah...feels good...it does feel good. This slutty hole is working hard to service its Master...but…!” Volk reared a hand back then brought it sailing down onto the plumpest curve of Ranzal’s ass, wrenching a harsh squeal out of him. His cock twitched hard against Volk’s ass, spurting out a fresh swath of precum. Giggling manically, his crimson eyes blazing with glee, Volk smacked his ass again and again and again until both cheeks were smarting. Panting raggedly, Ranzal clung weakly to him. The thrust of his hips was becoming more uneven, unbalanced. As much as he wanted to ramp the pace up even further, to turn this unsatisfactory buck into a harsh pound, he couldn’t make his trembling body move in the way he wanted it to.
Rubbing his cheek against Ranzal’s, the cold metal of his mask biting at his overheated skin, Volk asked in a sweet, whispering voice, “Do you truly want more, Ranzal?”
“MORE-! MORE-!” Ranzal whimpered. Couldn’t-! Couldn’t get enough-! Volk’s cock felt so amazing inside him-! This heat pushing so deeply into him, filling him up, stretching him open-! He...he wanted even more-! He wanted it deeper-! Harder-! He...he wanted to be destroyed by Volk’s cock-! He wanted to be fucked by him until he couldn’t remember his own name-!
“Should I give you everything? Should I permanently destroy what remains of your psyche?” There was a loud click, followed by the dull thunk of Volk’s mask being dropped to the forest floor. Warm, smooth lips pressed to his ear. Sharp teeth nipped hard at his earlobe. Ranzal gasped, tilting his head to the side to give Volk more access. He immediately took advantage, dipping down to chomp hard onto the side of his neck. Pain fluttered through his muscles as those fine points sunk into his flesh. A bead of blood rolled down to pool in the dip of his collarbone. Noisily licking his lips, Volk whispered, “Shall I take away all of your strength, Ranzal? Shall I completely remove your privilege, once and for all?”
“YES-!” Ranzal wailed, smashing his ass down against Volk’s pubic bone, completely impaling himself on his twitching length. Shrieking pleasure bombarded up his spine, smashing against the curves of his ribs, reverberating through his violently shaking body. Everything-! He wanted everything-! No matter what happened to him, he wanted it all-! He wanted to be fully enveloped into his purpose as Volk’s submissive cocksleeve-!
“Well, then-“ Volk rasped, a demonic lilt of glee in his beautiful voice.
Suddenly, Ranzal was thrust backwards. He smashed against the ground with enough force to knock all the air out of his body. Volk’s throbbing cock slipped free from his sloppy hole, leaving him gaping and twitching hungry. A disappointed, needy whimper bubbled up his throat but before he had time to start loudly begging Volk to put it back in, there was a nauseating blur of movement. He was given the briefest glimpse of Volk’s face - heavily scarred and mangled, yet still painfully, terrifyingly beautiful - before his body transformed from the slender young man into his intimidating, hulking Agito form. Sharp teeth snapped together with a loud click inches in front of Ranzal’s nose. Heavy drips of drool splattered across his chest. Burning, blazing red eyes glared down at him, swimming with a crazed lust. The smell rolling off the impressive wolf-like beast was dense and musky. One breath of it nearly sent Ranzal into a hysterical screech of wild need. His legs spread unconsciously wider, making more room of Volk’s now significantly larger form but it quickly became apparent that he had different plans.
Two powerful, clawed hands clamped down onto his waist. With a startlingly ease (considering how heavy he was), Ranzal was hefted up into the air, held high enough that the tips of his feet were several inches from the ground. In this position, he was finally given his first look at what Volk looked like down there. Ranzal’s breath hitched. A barbaric shriek of excitement thundered through his head like an out of control stampede. Big. Big. Big! Big-! Probably shouldn’t have come as any surprise but Volk was immensely, monstrously huge in this form. His penis was easily twice the size of Ranzal’s forearm, both in length and width. He wouldn’t even be able to wrap both hands around the dense shaft. At the base was a spongy, thick meaty mass that he had just enough common sense to put together that it was a knot. The head was just as big as his clenched fist and leaking enough precum to completely soak the glistening member.
A delirious smile spread wide across Ranzal’s face. The heat raging underneath his skin burst into a frenzy of raving fire. Before...he was already enraptured by the sight of Volk’s beautiful penis but this...fuck the Gods until the people wept, he wanted it. He wanted it so badly, he couldn’t think of anything else. His body itched, ached for it. Something deep inside of his groin pulsed like a heartbeat, smashing itself around inside of him with a frenzy that would only be sated when he had that massive thing stuffing him full. Panting shallowly, Ranzal squealed sharply as Volk lowered him down. He flung his legs out wide, hooking them on the curve of his waist. The tip of his mighty dick smooshed against his gaping entrance. Ranzal howled out in need in a piercing wail. He wiggled and squirmed in Volk’s grasp, desperately trying to inch down further and push that delicious thing inside of him.
“Show me the depths of your depravity. I want to see you laid out before me, writhing in your weakness!” Volk rasped, his already strange voice becoming even more bizarre as it had to work with an entirely different mouth.
Digging his sharp claws deep into his lower back, blood oozing along the shape of his thighs, Volk cruelly slammed him down, plunging the massive, bulbous head of his monstrous cock into his spasming hole. In one smooth movement, he was yanked down, impaled on Volk’s immense penis. The powerful head grinded against the base of his belly. A harsh shriek poured out of Ranzal’s raw throat. Every muscle in his body tensed up painfully, placing so much pressure on his bones, it was a miracle he didn’t collapse into pieces. His mind went completely blank, rendered to mush by the intensely scalding wave of pleasure that smashed through him. He came without a sound, mouth stretched open wide in a silent scream. The tendons in his next stood out so prominently, it seemed they might pop at any moment. His eyes rolled back into his head, showing only the red streaked whites. Stripes of jizz smeared across Volk’s hairy belly. Volk barked out a seething laugh. Tightening his grip even further on Ranzal, who could no longer feel the pain of his nails biting deeper into his muscles, Volk started rapidly dragging him up and down, fucking him with a crazed ferocity, using his hole exactly as he hoped he would: as though he were nothing more than a hole - a will-less, powerfuless, weak cumslut who existed just for this!
“MASTER-!!” Ranzal howled sloppily, his head falling backwards. All the strength in his body vanished, leaving him limp and soft in Volk’s hold. His drool soaked lips spread into a wide, delirious grin. His tongue flopped lewdly outside of his mouth, dribbling drool anywhere. Moans and wails that sounded more animalistic than human drowned out the amibalvent sounds of the forests. Volk’s regular penis had felt beyond amazing but this-! This-! His...his belly was being crushed-! His hole was being stretched to a point that it might never go back to being normal-! A powerful heat scorched him from the endless out, piercing from the bottom of his belly to the pit of his brain, creating shockwaves of lightning that wiped away everything else. Pleasure, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, held him completely captive, brutally stimulating his body until the slightest twitch of Volk’s caused another cracked in his already damaged psyche. Within just a few harsh thrusts, he was cumming again, his teeth clenched in a crazed smile. His hips bucked jerkily as he spent himself, ejecting watery semen all over Volk.
“We’ve only just started and you’re already cumming like a cock-crazed whore!!” Volk crowed, the words a little garbled by his excitement. Sucking in a shuddery breath, he leaned down, dragging his long, hot tongue across Ranzal’s belly. Wailing happily, Ranzal tried to strain forward to get an even better feel of that wet tentacle but he could already move. Giggling loudly, Volk moved up further, firmly rubbing his tongue against one of his swollen nipples.
“AAAHN-! MY-! MY NIPPLES-!” Ranzal wailed, curling his fingers into Volk’s dense fur, “FEELS-! FEELS SO GOOD-! MY NIPPLES-! TOUCH ME NIPPLES MORE-!”
Snorting, Volk gave one of his nipples a sharp nip, pulling a wailing moan out of him, “So much focus on making you feel good. Have you forgotten your place?”
“F-FORGIVE ME-! FORGIVE ME-!” Dredging up what little strength he had left, Ranzal lifted his head to look Volk in the eye, “P-Please-! F-Fuck me-! Fuck me, Master-! Use this whore body to cum as much as you want, Master-! This-! This hole exists for nothing more than to please you-! Please-! Please-! I...I want it-! I want Master’s cum-! I want your seed-! Fill-! Fill me up-! Fill me up until my stomach bursts-! Please-!”
“Such a dirty mouth.” Volk cooed, though if he was trying to hide how pleased he was, he was doing a bad job. Running his tongue along the curve of Ranzal’s cheek, he murmured, “But since you asked so sweetly, I shall give you what you desire. I’m at my limit. This whore hole is too good to resist. Take my everything-! Imbue it into your blood and fully embody the weakling that you are!”
Wrenching him all the way up so just the massive head was stretching his hole impossibly wide, Volk lunged forward to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder. A cacophonous mixture of pain and pleasure exploded out from the source of impact. Snarling loudly, the sound somehow drowning out the loud keen that burst from Ranzal’s lips, Volk slammed him down, driving his cock deep inside of his sloppy hole. His knot smooshed against him, burning hot and wonderfully thick. One sharp smash wasn’t enough. Volk yanked him up again then drove him back down, crashing him against his pubic bone with enough strength to make his teeth clatter together. A loud squelch rippled through the cool forest air, followed by a piercing squeal as Volk’s knot popped inside of him. Ranzal’s back arched, curving into an almost perfect U. He clutched at Volk’s fur, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes crossed. His mouth formed into a sloppy O, slightly ruined by his tongue flopping against his chin.
FULL-! SO-! SO FULL-! HE WAS SO FULL-! IT...IT FELT SO GOOD-! He was being knotted by Volk’s big thing and it felt so good-! Shrieking out his crazed delight, Ranzal was already about to cum again when Volk roared around his bloody shoulder. His already immense cock swelled up even bigger inside of him, grinding hard against his overstimulated insides. A torrent of sticky, wet heat gushed from the slit, pouring into him like a tidal wave. It swept through his innards, coating every inch of him. Shrieking, his hands flying up to his face to dig his blunt nails into his cheeks, Ranzal came again, his cock and balls throbbing from the blistering excitement.
“INSIDE-!” Ranzal shrieked, his delirious gaze directed down at where Volk was stuffing him incredibly full, “INSIDE-! INSIDE-! MAS-! MASTER SEED IS-! SO GOOD-! FEELS SO GOOD-! MY BELLY-! MY BELLY IS SO HOT-! MORE-! MORE-! GIVE ME EVEN MORE-!”
There was so much...so much of Volk’s cum inside of him...the stream seemed endless, flooding into his belly to fill him up with an addictive heat. But it...it wasn’t enough. More...more, more, more-! He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had completely milked Volk dry with his whore hole!
Gurgling out a chuckle, Volk pulled away from his shoulder, licking his bloodstained jowls. He breathlessly panted, “Shameless. Could you become any more pathetic?”
Straightening up, heavy breaths pouring out of his mouth, Volk gave his shaggy head a shake. With all the gentleness of a punch straight to the cheek, he yanked Ranzal up, ripping him off of his knot. Screeching, Ranzal’s legs spasmed, kicking out as the sensation of having such a big thing forcibly removed from him brought on another orgasm. A dry burn erupted at the base of his cock, spreading down to his balls in a wave of numbness. Still reeling from his newest orgasm, Ranzal could barely focus enough to pay attention to what was going on. One moment, he was suspended in mid-air. The next, his cheek was pressed to the grassy ground, his ass was high up in the air and Volk’s twitching cock was pressed to his cum drenched entrance. Whimpering shamelessly, Ranzal reached down to grab a plump ass cheek in each hand, spreading himself open wide so that Volk had a perfect view of his slutty hole. He...he hated this...this...this emptiness-! His hole-! His whore hole needed a big, fat cock-! He wanted Volk’s big thing inside him-! He...he couldn’t be happy unless he had Volk’s cock stirring him up-!
“Please-!” Ranzal slurred, wiggling his hips, “Use me-! Use me-! Fuck me like the cumslut I am-! I want your cock-! I want your cum-! Fill me up-! Destroy me with your cock-! Please-!”
“Such a good whore.” Volk cooed appreciatively. The words sailed through Ranzal’s mushy mind. He could’ve cum just from that praise alone but his body still violently ached for that big, hot thing to be plunged deep into his belly. Stepping in closer, his hulking form hovering over Ranzal’s trembling body, completely bathing him in his shadow, Volk grinded the tip against him, sweetly asking, “Will you go back to your Prince if I were to release you, Ranzal? Would you return to your world of stolen strength?”
“N-Never-!” Ranzal gasped. Why would he ever go back? There was no place for him there. He was no longer a Knight, a mercenary - that had all been preposterous play by someone who couldn’t understand that this...this was what he was meant for. This was why he existed-! Swords, fighting, Princes and dragons...none of it mattered anymore. This - Ranzal pushed his hips back, rubbing himself against Volk’s cock - this was all that mattered. He would diligently spend the rest of his life happily, lovingly servicing his Master, just as he was meant to, “I-! I am a cockwhore-! A cumslut-! Existing only to serve and pleasure my Master-! I’m a weakling whose only purpose is to use my whore holes to make my Master cum-!”
Laughing low in his throat, Volk nodded, “Yes, that’s right. I’m glad you finally understand.”
Curling his large, clawed hands around Ranzal’s hips, Volk sneered, “Welcome to the hordes of the miserable weak, my lewd pet. Discard your name, discard your purpose and exist solely to serve me.”
Smashing his hips forward, Volk shoved his cock deep into his waiting hole. Ranzal howled, his head flying backwards. He dug his fingers into the soft ground, bouncing back and forth as Volk mercilessly fucked him, spreading him open, churning up, messing up his insides. Decadent pleasure flowed through his veins, becoming a permanent staple to his body’s system - just as vital as oxygen and water. How fortunate that he had encountered Volk. If their paths had never crossed, he never would’ve come to understand how wrong he had been about his life. Now that he knew the truth, now that he understood...he would take a new name, just as he had taken this new purpose.
He would now and forever be his Master’s Lewd Pet.
