Sepfy Game

(css: "font-size: 30px;")[(align:"=><=")[|bold>[Sepfy's Revenge](enchant: ?bold, (text-style:'bold') + (text-style:'underline'))]] (align:"=><=")[An adult interactive text adventure. (text-style:'underline')[You must be 18 or over to play.] Sepfy, an Arcane Trickster, was framed by the villainous reptile, Nox, who stole the ancient sorcerer's artefact to use for himself. Sepfy seeks revenge for the reptile's betrayal. (text-colour:#1aff1a)[This game contains the following kinks: Gay (M/M), Cub, Non-con, Monsters, Demons, Tentacles, Bondage, Double Penetration, Size Difference, Paw Play, Anthro on Feral, Slit Play, Rimming, Watersports.]] (css:"font-size: 30px")[(align:"=><=")[|BBB>[Click here to start.](enchant: ?BBB, (text-style:'bold'))]] (click:?BBB)[(goto:"Start")]

Nox was going to pay. But for now, he had to get out of here. { (set:$Dexterity to 5)(set:$Vitality to 5) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$inv to (a:)) (set:$Messy to "clean") (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) } The young, blue-furred Folf was trapped in stockades, his cloth pants sitting around his ankles. Seed leaked between his legs. It was a sordid sight, but thankfully, no-one was around to see it. The 12 year old shifted, his expression twisting into one of frustration. He felt humiliated. Humiliated and angry. He had been on an expedition into an ancient sorcerer's tomb when his comrade, another hired mercenary and sorcerer known as Nox, betrayed him and stole the artefact for himself. It came to light that he was no simple sorcerer, but a demonologist. Sepf had a fair idea what that villainous man might do with such a powerful tool, and it wasn't good. A spark of magic laced around Sepf's fingertips, trickling down his digits and curling around his palms. The folf was an arcane trickster, a rogue with magical potential. Though he knew very little, and was arguably not that strong without his tools, he still had the wits and know-how to get out of these stocks, even if his neck and wrists were bound. The most he could do now was to use his magic to coax the lock on the stocks. If that gave way, he'd have the opportunity to get out of this mess and hopefully find his way to where Nox was hiding. Then, he could deal with him, once and for all. Just thinking about that villainous man made his blood boil.{ (set:$StocksCheck to (random:1,100)) } With determination, Sepfy coaxed his magic to the surface and focused on the lock to his right. (text-colour: green)[//Whenever Sepfy needs to perform an important action, the game will make a check for his Dexterity or Vitality. There will be ways to increase the base value of these attributes later on.//] (link:"Use Magic to break the lock. ($DexCheck% Dexterity chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$StocksCheck is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"Start2")](elseif:$StocksCheck is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"StocksBadEnd")]]

His will to escape, his will to succeed came to fruition. He exerted the force of his magic against the lock and it travelled across his fingertips with enough force to shoot across, wrapping around the lock. From there, it did the rest. It was an unlocking spell, one of the most rudimentary of magics that a thief needed to learn. In a matter of moments, the lock clicked and it loosened, falling from the housing and dropping to the floor. With a sigh, Sepfy heaved his arms up and the stocks came open. Thank god. He tugged up his pants just in time, hearing the murmurings of two men coming from around the corner. The hybrid cub slipped into the shadows and took an alleyway, avoiding them completely. From there, he made his way towards the inn, where he was able to sneak into an empty room by climbing around the back and using the loose ledges of wood in the shoddy craftsman ship to hoist himself up to the upper floor. Rest was what he needed, and he was going to get it. He curled up underneath one of the large hay-made beds, where no-one would find him, and he let sleep take him, dreaming of revenge on the man who had wronged him. He was angry, but also unsure. Such a powerful artefact in the hands of a demonologist didn't just prove bad for himself, but for a lot of people. He didn't want it to be up to him to be the hero, but his pride wouldn't let him ask for help. He'd gone many years without the help of another, and he wasn't about to start now. When light broke out, he knew what he needed to do. [[Continue->Start3]]

Sepfy thankfully had just the right amount of reflexes to pull himself away. He pushed out with his free paw and leapt backwards, kicking the slimy tentacle from his ankle as he did so. He landed and stumbled, watching with wide eyes as the tentacles grew in size, growing out from whatever was hidden beneath the floorboards. Sepfy didn't want to stick around to find out what it might do. Thankfully, he had leapt over to the right side of the room. He slipped through the door and slammed it behind him, his heart pounding. He blew a long, relieved sigh. He felt another wetness against his arm and realised, rather horrifically, that the tentacles were seeping in through the door as well. He quickly leapt forwards, landing in a heap on the floor. He quickly glanced around to find himself in a relatively narrow corridor, bland and uninspiring. A door sat at the other end. He quickly scrambled to his feet and made a run for it. As scary as the tentacles were, they were thankfully rather slow. He made it through the door at the other end and closed it behind him, stepping away from it for fear of the tentacles coming to attack him again. He watched for a few moments and relaxed when it seemed the beast wasn't going to follow him. He'd made it through, if only by the skin of his teeth. He turned to survey the room before him. This looked like the right place. [[Continue->StorageRoom]]

(if: (passage:)'s tags contains "dnsi")[](else:)[(text-colour: #4d79ff)[//Sepfy has (text-colour: #e6e600)[$Dexterity] Dexterity and (text-colour: #e6e600)[$Vitality] Vitality.//] (text-colour: #4d79ff)[(if: $inv's length > 0)[//Sepfy's inventory contains:// (text-colour: #e6e600)[(text-style: 'italic')[(print: $inv.join(", ")).]]](else:)[Sepfy's inventory is empty.]]{ (enchant: ?Nox, (text-style:'bold') + (text-colour: #80ffaa)) (enchant: ?Drake, (text-style:'bold') + (text-style:'expand') + (text-colour: #99004d)) (enchant: ?Patien, (text-style:'bold') + (text-colour: #cc0000)) (click:"Lightning Sword")[(show:?LS)] (click:"Throwing Knife")[(show:?TK)] (click:"Taceta Amplexus Petals")[(show:?TAP)] (click:"Binding Blade")[(show:?BB)] (click:"Demon Crystal")[(show:?DC)] } {<div class='img-container-inv'>|LS)[(text-style:"underline")[Lightning Sword] An enchanted longsword, imbued with the power of lightning. Sepfy can shoot lightning from its tip, amongst a variety of other things.] |TK)[(text-style:"underline")[Throwing Knife] A slender knife with a balanced weight, primarily utilised by throwing it at the target. Sepfy has good aim, and can hit things normally out of reach with this.] |TAP)[(text-style:"underline")[Taceta Amplexus Petals] Petals from a plant known as //Taceta Amplexus//, a magical reagent that can stem one's flow of magic when eaten raw.] |BB)[(text-style:"underline")[Binding Blade] An enchanted shortsword, imbued with a spell to sever runes. All it would take is a single swipe to disrupt a ritual, disarm a trap, or more, but it was likely to only be able to be used once, before the spell is rendered ineffective.] |DC)[(text-style:"underline")[Demon Crystal] A small gem infused with a Demon. Whilst it seems relatively harmless, Sepfy can hear the echoes of the Demon inside, trying to wriggle into his mind. Whatever is in it is dangerous, and likely valuable.] </div> }]

The magic sparked and fizzled in Sepfy's hands. He grimaced and tried to bring his magic back to the surface once more, but it denied him. Whatever Nox had done to him before, it had almost drained him of all his Mana, leaving him defenseless. He couldn't bear the thought of someone seeing him in such a compromising and half-naked position. As if on cue, there was a chortle of laughter behind him, and the dulcet tones of two adult men deep in slurred, drunken conversation. Sepfy twisted his head to try and listen for the sounds, attempting to pinpoint their origin. Then, from the side, came two men. They were guardsman, dressed in hefty chainmail with cloaks, weighty greaves, and leather gloves. It was a canine and a reptile specifically, each of them staggering and swaying. In their hands they held a bottle each, which had likely been filled to the brim with swill initially, but looked half-empty now. They began to slow when they caught sight of Sepfy, exchanging bewildered glances to one-another. They grin and then sauntered on over, heading towards him from the front. The cub shifted awkwardly as they drew close. "Holy shit, kid's got his pants around his ankles..." The canine murmured in surprise and then began to laugh, bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a hefty swig. "Guess he messed with the wrong guy, huh?" The reptile laughed and he focused his stare directly into the hybrid's eyes. In that moment, Sepfy was almost 100% certain that Nox must have bribed the guardsman to put him stocks, and his reptile was likely his liason. "Well, it wouldn't be right of us to leave him here without a little company." The wolf smirked and the expression on their faces made their intent clear. Sepfy squirmed around as the guardsman drew closer. The reptile moved behind him, chuckling to himself as the wolf stood in front, obscuring the majority of the folf's vision, greeting him to the sight of the man's clothed crotch. [[Continue->StocksBadEnd2]]

The wolf's hands slowly went to his crotch, but that wasn't what Sepfy was focusing on. Instead, in the chill wind, he felt the reptile's hands gripping around his ass, and felt his slender, scaled thumbs sliding between his cheeks, spreading his behind. "This little bitch has already been used." The reptile remarked, but the wolf seemed to gawk over at him, apparently rather surprised. The wolf continued to toy with his heavy pants as the reptile began to mess with his own, smearing his fingers between the boy's cheeks to slide his digits against the wet, dribbling pucker. Finally, the wolf managed to wrestle the belt buckle free with his heavy gloves. His cloth pants loosened beneath his chainmail tunic, worming his large set of balls and sheath free. His pants dropped around his knees and he shuffled forwards, drawing closer. With Sepfy's head locked within the stocks, the wolf forced the cub's muzzle underneath his tunic and against his plump, stiffening sheath. "Make sure to lick good, kid." The wolf demanded quietly, grinning to himself and swaying slightly on his feet. Sepfy kept his mouth firmly shut, and he scrunched his eyes up as he felt the reptile wedging his fingers into the folf's sore behind. His fingers slipped deep and he deliberately curled them, making the boy squirm. The wolf slowly rolled his hips forward, letting out a quiet groan as Sepfy was forced to either please the man in front of him, or listen to the wet squelches of the reptile's fingers sliding in and out of his behind. Neither of them sounded like a pleasant experience. "He's got nice, soft fur...he kinda smells, though," The wolf remarked, his nose wrinkling. "Like someone pissed on him." Sepfy felt his cheeks burn with shame. That was just another one of Nox's cruel tricks. He felt the reptile's fingers slide from his behind, but was quickly met with something else: a warmth that he recognised to be nothing other than a length, throbbing member. "I'm sure his used ass will be lubed up enough." The reptile muttered aloud, and Sepfy let out a whimper, squiring defiantly. If only he had his magic! [[Continue.->StocksBadEnd3]]

The reptile pushed into him, his slender, cone-like cock piercing between his cheeks and stretching his ring with minimal effort. The cub's used behind easily stretched to accommodate the guardman's member, but it wasn't without it's discomfort: stabs of aching pain shot up the cub's behind and he clenched his fists, his toes curling against the ground. "Such a defiant little pup. I like that. Feisty is hot." The wolf remarked, angling his hips back and deliberately prodding the red end of his tapering tip against the folf's lips, teasing him every so slightly. Sepfy couldn't quite see the man's face, but he had a good idea that the wolf was likely smirking smugly. The wolf pushed his hips forwards and forced the tip of his canine member into the boy's mouth. For fear of the reprocussions, the folf opened his mouth, if only slightly, and squeezed his eyes shut as he was forced to press his tongue against the intruding member. The wolf groaned quietly in pleasure, reaching his hands up to place them on the wooden stocks. "Such a tight little bitch." The reptile sighed in bliss, roughly sliding his hips forwards and meeting the hybrid's ass with his pelvis. A grunt escaped his lips and he tugged back, beginning a steady rhythm of thrusts. From there, Sepfy was used on both sides. As the wolf began to harden and grow in his mouth, he felt the canine sliding his hips back and forth, utilizing the warmth and supple wetness of his mouth, gliding his cock along the roof of his mouth and probing along the back of his throat with little regard for his wellbeing, though he was careful to move a little slower, for fear the boy might clamp down. The reptile, meanwhile, assaulted his behind relentlessly, stretching the cub's ring over and over and forcing the seed from his behind, letting it splatter around the reptile's cock and against his slit. Their breathing grew laboured, their chests heaving, drunken chuckles escaping their lips. Sepfy whimpered between them, his knees shaking and knocking together. It was all a little too much. The reptile behind him began to pant with more and more intensity, leaning over and gripping onto the wooden stock. His thrusts grew harder and faster, making Sefpy whimper with every other thrust. [[Continue->StocksBadEnd4]]

"I'm gonna nut..." Those inevitable words escaped the reptile's mouth and Sepfy closed his eyes, anticipating the inevitable. The man shuddered behind him and his thrusts began to slow. Soon enough, the warmth spread against Sepfy's behind, and the reptile surprisingly tugged back, withdrawing. He laid the fullness of his cock between the cub's cheeks and arcs of cum shot from the end of his length, splattering across the folf's lower back. The wolf in front of him pulled back, enough for only to tip to remain in the cub's mouth. "Suckle, or I'll slit your throat." The wolf demanded with a drunken snarl, and Sepfy sniffled, doing as he was told. He pursed his muzzle around the tip and lapped at it with his tongue as the guardsman wildly stroked his member, teasing the knot with his other hand. His breathing grew heavier and heavier until, finally, let out a long groan of ecstasy. A thick spurt of cum shot from the end of his member across Sepfy's tongue, dribbling towards the back of his throat. The cub gulped and scrunched up his eyes from the salty taste, resisting the urge to gag. More spurts soon met the first as the man emptied his balls into the boy's mouth, his heavy nuts flexing and tugging up against his body with every thick, powerful throb. The guardsman stood there, panting amongst themselves, before the wolf eventually stepped back, a smirk on his face. He tugged up his pants and staggered around a bit, gesturing to his friend. The reptile rounded the boy's body. Sepfy hung his head dejectedly. Suddenly, he heard a 'clink', the sound of metal jingling. He glanced to his right and saw the reptile slipping a key into the lock of the stocks, twisting it loosening the padlock. He slipped it from its housing and dropped it onto the small wooden stage. "The hell you doin' man?" The wolf hissed at his friend, and the reptile snorted. "The boy has done his service. For that, he should be rewarded," The reptile sighed through his nose and glanced at the cub. "Give Nox my most venomous regards." Sepfy blinked in surprise as the two men turned and wandered off, the wolf muttering something to his friend as he went. With a sigh, Sepfy heaved up the stocks and they came loose. He was free, but at what cost? His body ached, his muscles begged for rest. All that could wait. He had a job to do. (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//](set:$Vitality to it - 1)(set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->Start3]]

It was time. (if:(history:) contains "StocksBadEnd4")[Having been abused by the guardsman and inevitably freed, Sepfy had cleaned himself up and gathered his wits, planning to put an end to Nox.](else:)[Having rested up and feeling pretty good about himself, Sepfy knew he had to put an end to Nox before it was too late.] Utilizing an empty house in town, Sepfy used their facilities to clean himself up and stole new clothes from their wardrobe. He was lucky to find a house that a child lived in, let alone one his age. It was as if fate had conspired to help him. In fresh clothing, Sepfy needed to find information. That had been easier than he thought. Only the guardsman had been bribed: one quick mention of the reptile to the innkeeper had him spilling his guts, trusting the boy completely. It seemed no-one knew he'd been in the stocks that night. The Innkeeper didn't seem to like Nox: he had arrived one day and was exceptionally rude. When Sepfy had off-handedly implied he was going to punch that pompous sorcerer in the nose, the Innkeeper had been almost glad to reveal the man's location. He'd overheard that Nox was returning to his 'lair', as the man had called it, in the treacherous woods south of the village. Despite lacking his equipment, which Nox had likely stole, Sepfy decided to go regardless. The Innkeeper was kind enough to help him by lending him a dagger, and Sepfy was thankful. Daggers were light enough in his hands. He'd have no trouble dealing with Nox if he came knocking with the small weapon in his hands. The lair wasn't hard to find. In the middle of the woods, a rather impressively-sized house was bound to stick out. If it weren't for Sepfy's magic, however, he might not have found it without the magic he possessed. Nox had cloaked it in magic, making it unseeable to those without potential. Regardless, Sepfy stepped up to door, turning to handle and stepping into the foyer. [[Continue.->Foyer]]

The first thing that Sepfy noticed was the sheer amount of magic that swarmed the place. No mere Demonologist could conjure up such impressive magic. This had to be the work of the Artefact. The rooms inside the house were bigger than they looked on the outside. The foyer itself seemed to be the size of the entire house, even, but he knew that from the outside, it looked no bigger than a two-story cottage. That in itself was troubling: such keen expertise of spacial magic required a lot of resources. There were a number of doors, but he couldn't even begin to fathom where he might have to go. He frowned and pressed a hand to his chest, using yet another basic, simple magic spell: Clairvoyance. Primarily used for divination, the spell could be used to detect where his belongings were. He frowned and concentrated, and there, in his mind's eye, he pictured it: a small room with two chests. Its location: uncertain. However, he was fairly sure it was on his level. The lower floor. Whilst not the most helpful, it at least narrowed down what rooms to go through. He at least had the general direction as well, and was almost fairly certain it was on the right hand side of the house. That left him with two doors to go through. Both doors looked identical, but equally ominous. A demonologist was likely to have a lot of secrets and dark arts lurking behind closed doors. With a gulp, Sepfy picked which one to go through. [[Pick the Left Door->FoyerLeft]] [[Pick the Right Door->FoyerRight]]

Sepfy opted to take the door on the left. Unsure whether it was the right one or not, the folf could do no more than take a deep breath and go through anyway, and power through what might lay beyond. He found himself stepping into a relatively empty room. A few chairs sat on either side, lined up against the wall, but the centre of the room and the majority of its interior lacked any sort of additional furniture. The folf furrowed his brow in confusion at such a sight, before he sighed through his nose and stepped forwards. He might as well just cut to the chase and cross over to the other side of the room. He had the suspicion that his tools would be waiting. As he neared the middle of the room, cutting directly across from one door to the other, he felt a dread forming in the pit of his stomach, a feeling of uneasiness that warned him to be careful. Maybe it was intuition, or maybe just paranoia, but he found himself stopping and anxiously looking around. He heard a creak from behind him and whirled around, to find that no-one was there. Unable to find the source of the noise, Sepfy rotated on the spot, slowly looking around the room meticulously, scanning its mahogany walls and dark atmosphere. Then, he felt the trickle of something gooey and wet against his foot. He shot his gaze down and stared, wide-eyed, at the sight of a slimy green tentacle seeping up through the cracks in the wooden floor, pinching down into something barely wider than a sheet of parchment and then bulging in size. It began to wrap around his foot and he felt a bubble of panic rise to his throat. He needed to move. Now.(set:$TentacleCheck to (random:1,100)) (link:"Avoid the tentacle and run. ($VitCheck% Chance.) (Vitality)")[(if:$TentacleCheck is <= $VitCheck)[(goto:"FoyerLeftPass")](elseif:$TentacleCheck is > $VitCheck)[(goto:"FoyerLeftFail")]]

Sepfy decided to take the door on the right. He had a good feeling about it. At the very least, he hoped it would be fine. Stepping through the door, Sepfy found himself face to face with a long, narrow corridor. Paintings of people lined either wall, of primarily reptiles species, with the occasional canine or feline. They all seemed to be staring in such a way that they all looked at him, no matter how he moved. Sepfy decided he'd rather not stay in here any longer than he had to. Sighing hard through his nose, the folf pup stepped forwards, quickly striding across the hall in his loose tunic and pants. The carpet felt plush under his bare feet. Then, as he walked, he felt the weight of something underneath him, and felt something depress as he placed weight onto his paw. A click thunked to his right. It was almost as if time slowed down. He looked to his left and his eyes bulged at the sight of the paintings. Their mouths seemed to open, revealing holes therein. It didn't take a genius to realise what was in the shadows of those mouths. Sepfy's attentive ears could hear a distinctive 'clink', and knew what it meant. Small darts, barely bigger than his finger, shot out from the holes, some of them aimed directly at him, others at the surrounding area. Sepfy knew he didn't have long to dodge them, and it would require precise timing. It was doable, if he focused.{ (set:$DartsChance to (random:1,100)) } (link:"Attempt to dodge the darts. ($DexCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$DartsChance is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"FoyerRightPass")](elseif:$DartsChance is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"FoyerRightFail")]]

He was nimble, but not nimble enough. Even as he twisted his body to dodge and thought he might make it through, Sepfy felt a stab of pain in his ankle. He let out a cry and it put off the rest of his figure. More stabs of pain shot up his body and he found himself weakening. His balance wavered. With that, he fell. His body hit the ground and he rolled onto his side, groaning. The pain was sharp, but not utterly unbearable. He rolled again and looked down at his bare ankle, seeing the point and feathered end of a small dart. Irritation flashed over his body and he reached down, plucking it out, along with the ones in his arm and side. He felt inexplicably tired, but once he had removed the darts, he suddenly felt a rush of stamina return to him. Despite that, he still felt tired. It was as if something had been sapped from him. Considering his fatigue, his best guess would be his magic power. What kind of Demonologist keeps tomb-style traps lying around in their house? Someone who expected unwanted visitors, that's who. That was arguably no surprise, given what he currently possessed, but part of him wondered whether his paranoia was also because he made a lot of enemies. What a cruel man. (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Dexterity has lowered.//](set:$Dexterity to it - 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->StorageRoom]]

Sepfy felt surprisingly nimble. With his own agility, he twisted and angled his body. The darts zipped mere inches past his fur and lodged into the walls on either side, as well as the carpet. Sepfy sucked in a deep breath and waited. There was no more after the first wave, but Sepfy only relaxed when he was certain he'd be safe. He slowy sighed and shifted, settling into a crouch as he looked down at one of the darts. Plucking it from the carpet, he turned it over in his hand, looking it over. It was small and expertly crafted. Whoever created these were using them for this express purpose. What kind of madman builds traps like these in what should be his own home? Someone with enemies and things to hide, presumably. At best guess, he assumed they were primarily used to sap mana. He couldn't see them doing any significant damage, and he doesn't notice any particular residue coming off of them that would indicate poison. Sepfy was thankful he didn't end up getting hit by them after all. The thought of it made him shudder. With that, the folf slowly stood and continued down the corridor, heading towards the end and stepping though the door. He hoped he might not have to go through that area again. [[Continue->StorageRoom]]

Sepfy looked around him, scanning the room. It was spacious and piled high with various chests and boxes. At best guess, he imagined it was a storage room, though for what, he wasn't certain. One thing he was clear on, however, was that his equipment was here, somewhere. It was rather scary to think that Nox had not only taken all his weapons, but also his //clothes//, but in a way, it was a blessing. It meant that all of his enchanted equipment was all in one place. With it, he could put an end to the reptile once and for all. His Clairvoyance spell had told him it would be here, somewhere. His gut told him it was at the back, so that was where he went. He weaved through the boxes until he found himself nearing the other end of the room. There, sitting between two walls of wooden boxes, sat two chests. Both looked identical in shape, yet Sepfy couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over his system. He knew one of them was likely to contain his equipment, but which? If Nox was expecting him, then it was more than likely that he booby trapped the chests. Hell, he might have gone as far as to deliberately setup two identical chests, just to mess with him. The folf nervously teetered on the spot as his mind churned. There was no deduction to be made. He just had to pick one. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forwards and chose. [[Pick the chest on the left.->StorageRoomLeft]] [[Pick the chest on the right->StorageRoomRight]]

(set:$Dexterity to 5)(set:$Vitality to 5) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$Clothes to "intact") (set:$inv to (a:)) (set:$Messy to "clean") (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) (set:$inv to it + (a:"Lightning Sword")) (set:$inv to it + (a:"Throwing Knife")) (set:$inv to it + (a:"Taceta Amplexus Petals")) (set:$inv to it + (a:"Demon Crystal")) (set:$inv to it + (a:"Binding Blade"))

His reaction times simply weren't good enough. He could have blamed it on the abuse he receieved from the gaurdsman, but in truth, he was simply tired, and that had made him sluggish. As he tried to leap out of the way and avoid the tentacles completely, the tentacle's grip tightened around his ankle and pulled him off balance. He landed in a heap on the floor, the air leaving his lungs. He sucked in a deep breath and rolled, lifting his head to look down at his ankle. The gooey, slimy tentacle had a firm grip on him, and it wasn't letting go. Its wet appendage coiled around his ankle and ran up his leg, staining his fur. Sepfy reached for his knife and tried desperately to cut the thing from his leg, but each strike and swipe merely made it regenerate under his assault. A frustrated grunt escaped his lips as he tried over and over, but it seemed a futile effort. The other tentacles, meanwhile, had begun to slide out from the ground, smearing across the floor and latching onto his body in whatever fashion it saw fit. Another curled around his other leg, and when both of them had a solid grip, they pulled, sliding Sepfy further into the centre of the room. "Damnit...!" The boy hissed, switching stance on the knife and gripping it backwards. He plunged it down against the base of one of the tentacles and grinned in delight when it sunk down into the slimy flesh. The tentacle momentarily writhed and turned rigid, before it relaxed. Frustrated, Sepfy tried to pull the knife back, but it wouldn't budge. The tentacle had a hold of it now. He tried desperately to pull it back, but it refused to move. The two tentacles on either leg had reached his knees now, and he knew he was done for. Regardless, he still tried desperately to fight back, to crawl and squirm away from them. No matter how hard he tried, the tentacles resisted it, and more of them were added to their ranks. Then, he felt it: the slithering wetness of a tentacle coiling up between his legs, stroking his inner thigh and clothed crotch. [[Continue.->FoyerLeftFail2]]

The gooey tentacles touched against his clothed crotch and Sepfy instinctively shoved his hands between his legs, trying to force the appendage away from his package. That was his first mistake; the gooiness of the tentacle gripped around his hands and swallowed them up. From there, the appendage began to rise, dragging his hands with them, leaving him utterly and completely defenseless. He had expected the tentacles to be weak. He should have known better. They lifted him up by his hands, straining his shoulders for a brief moment and making him grunt in discomfort. The ones attatched to his legs soon lifted up and eased the tension, but they also spread his legs apart as well, forcing him to reveal himself. Thankfully, his pants were still attached, but something told him they wouldn't be for long. He looked down between his legs to see more and more of those tentacles seeping in through the floor, rising up to meet him. Some of them simply coiled around his body, carressing his curves and holding him up, whilst others were more sordid, worming up between his toes or deliberately sliding their tips along his lips. It was as if they were teasing him. Perhaps whatever the source of these appendages were was a lot more perverted than he realised. The 12 year old cub tried his best to struggle, but it was hard to do so when he had little to no control over his own body. The tentacles had locked him down firmly, to the point where he was almost unable to even angle his head, let alone break free. The tentacles were smart. The tip of one wormed around his package for a little bit longer before sliding down, coaxing into the leghole of his shorts. Another slipped up around his back and wormed its way in through the waistband of his pants, sinking into the back. Sepfy feared the worst, and his cheeks burned with physical exertion as he felt the tip of the gooey appendage touching with his bare member. It slipped around his flaccid, humanoid length, deliberately squirming around. The other, meanwhile, slipped down between his cheeks. [[Continue.->FoyerLeftFail3]]

"N-No...!" Try as he might, Sepfy was stuck. The tentacle probed at his little orifice as the cub tried his best to wrench himself free from the monster's grip, pushing his hips up to try and squirm out of it. His efforts were futile: whether he wanted it to or not, the tentacle's slimy, thin tip pushed against his entrance and forced its way into him. A hitched gasp left the cub's lips as he scrunched his eyes shut, whimpering under his breath as the tentacle stretched his ring, forcing its way inside. Because of it's gooey consistency and naturally slimy exterior, the tentacle took little effort to sink further and further into him, lubed up by it's own wet membrane-like skin. The green appendages coiled tighter around the cub's body, as if they were tensing from pleasure, the the one worming around his crotch sped up, the tip of it coiling around his balls and giving the a few encouraging tugs. One tentacle soon became two, as more of the gooey appendages slipped down into the back of his pants, meeting with the other. Their tips wormed and wriggled against his stretched hole and forced their way in, forcing his ring to stretch far beyond its limit. Sepfy winced and let out heated, panting breaths, trying to push through the discomfort and searing pain. He could do nothing but bear it. They began to move in a rhythm similar to that of a man's thrusts, the tentacles sliding back and alternating their pushes and pulls to simulate some sort of double penetration, their movements measured. Surprisingly, they moved in such a way as to provide as little discomfort to the cub as possible. Sepfy couldn't imagine why they would do such a thing, and that question continued to be a mystery as they violated and used his hole. He felt a warmth sliding around over the top of his humanoid member, encapsulating it completely. The sudden feeling of warm slimy wetness around his member made him tense and he felt the colour rising to his cheeks. It was such a delicate, blissful feeling, but he shook his head. He didn't want this. Despite that, it was happening anyway. The tentacle and slipped and gripped around his flaccid member, it's innards gently milking and pulsing. To think a tentacle had this much dexterity and utility was shocking in and of itself, but Sepfy had no time to think about that. He tried his best to drown out to sensations, to ignore them, but they were at the forefront of his mind. [[Continue->FoyerLeftFail4]]

Sepfy tried to squirm and whimper, his breathing growing heavy, but the tentacles held him down firmly. The one peculiar appendage around his member was stirring his loins, causing his cock to harden and stiffen. Soon enough, his member began to pulse and throb at half-mast, and then at full-mast, 4 inches of his 12 year old length being suckled and massaged by the tentacle's innards, inside of his pants. Whilst it did that, the other tentecles wriggled and writhed inside of him like live worms, thrusting in and out and curling around to explore his insides. It felt like they were searching for something, and they eventually found it. Sepfy suddenly let out a gasp as he felt the tentacles pressing down against an insanely sensitive spot within him. A pleasure more exquisite than he'd ever felt swam through his system. His skin felt like it was on fire. His stomach twisted and quivered with delight and his cock relentlessly throbbed, apparently rather pleased with the sensations itself. The tentacles began to prod and poke that sensitive area with abandon, making those sparks of pleasure shoot up Sepfy's spine. The boy couldn't help but moan and whimper with delight, and the tentacle on his cock began to bob and suckle, filling the room with the audible wet sounds of its lewd movements. Sepfy curled his toes and clenched his hands, his chest heaving. His loins began to stir. He knew what was coming. In an instant, he climaxed, faster and harder than he'd ever felt before. His body violently shuddered and his cock throbbed inside the warmth of the tentacle, spurting thick strings of seed into it's gooey membrane. There, the cum floated around before being absorbed into the tentacle itself. Sepfy's body began to lower. The tentcles in his behind unceremoniously withdrew from him. Apparently satisfied, the beings wormed their way back into the crevices beneath him, and he was left laying on the floor, violated and spent. He felt drained. His dagger lay beside him, and he picked it up. Slowly, the boy got to his feet and staggered towards the door. He still had to keep going. He stepped through the door at the end to find himself in a long corridor. Beyond that was another door, and he stepped through it, finding himself at his destination. (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//](set:$Vitality to it - 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue->StorageRoom]]

Taking the plunge, Sepfy opted for the chest on the left hand side. He crouched down and grasped onto the hand at the front. It was loose in his grip. Taking a deep breath, he heaved it open. What happened next shocked him. Instead of anticipating an empty chest, or a container full of his weapons and equipment, he was instead greeted to sharp, white teeth and a lashing, lengthy tongue, with all the myraid of gum and bones in between. A mimic. He shouldn't be surprised. The folf cried out, clambering backwards as arms spawned from inside the chest, long spindly appendages with lengthy claws fingers on either hand. He turned and tried his best to crawl away and get to his feet, but he felt a hand wrapping around his ankle, yanking him down onto his knees and dragging him closer. A rasping hiss behind him warned that the mimic was dangerous. Sepfy withdrew his knife from his belt and turned, trying to stab at the beast. As he swung down, the lid of the chest snapped shut and his knife met with the wooden surface, wedging into it. He tried to yank it back, but it was stuck. When the mimic opened up again, he was forced to loosen his grip, or risk dislocating his shoulder. The mimic's hands were roaming and greedy. It hungrily grabbed at his hips and firmly kept him close with its hands. Its slender fingers ran up Sepfy's body and met with his hips. One of its hands slipped under the tiny hem of his tunic to grab at the waitband of his shorts, yanking the back of them down. When it met resistance, it only pulled harder. Caring little for the cub's clothes, the mimic's iron grip tore his garments completely, much to Sepfy's surprise. The cub continued to try his best to clamber away, but he faltered briefly when he was greeted to the warm, wet feeling of the mimic's fleshy appendage sliding between his cheeks. His body trembled and the monster let out another hiss, one that Sepfy could only assume was one of lust. The folf craned his head back to see the mimic's tongue hungrily burying itself between his cheeks, hands gripping around his hips and pulling him closer. [[Continue->StorageRoomLeft2]]

(if:(history:) contains "StorageRoomLeft3")[Having been used and abused by the lewd, sordid mimic, Sepfy shuffled over towards the other chest. Surely, it couldn't get worse than this. He gripped the handle at the front and heaved it open.](else:)[Sepfy opted for the right hand chest, having an ominous feeling about the other one. He crouched down and grabbed the handle, heaving it up.] To his delight, and his relief, he was greeted to the welcome sight of his long lost equipment. On top sat his trusty daggers and lengthy longsword that was enchanted with lightning properties. Some throwing knives were placed on the right hand side, and his usual armour sat in a heap at the bottom. Slowly, he reached in and heaved it all out. Stripping himself of (if:$Clothes is "torn")[what little clothing he had left,](elseif:$Clothes is not "torn")[his tunic and other garments,] Sepfy reached down and grasped his leather armour, slipping it onto his body. It was enchanted to make him feel a little more nimble, and it covered just about all of his body, leaving only his paws and head bare. A number of loops and sheaths sat around the armour, as Sepfy had a habit of collecting bladed weapons where able. With that, he grasped his usual weapons and slipped them into the various holes, still leaving a handful of them free. His daggers were arguably the most important, as they were more than just knives: they were spell daggers, used as foci for when he needed to perform complicated spells. Without them, he'd have to scrounge for magical reagents, and he had a feeling that Nox didn't just leave them lying around. As a final touch, Sepfy grabbed his cloak and clipped it onto his armour, tugging the hood up to cover his head. That felt much better. (text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's Dexterity and Vitality have improved.//](set:$Dexterity to it + 1)(set:$Vitality to it + 1)(set:$clothes to "intact")(set:$inv to it + (a:"Lightning Sword","Throwing Knife")) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->StorageRoomRight2]]

Despite Sepfy's attempts to dislodge himself from the mimic, the monster's hungry tongue and firm grip kept him still, forcing him to endure its torment. The tip of it's wet, hot tongue lashed against his pink button and threatened to push inside of him at any moment. It occasionally dipped down to slather along his taint and deliberately hook around his small package, which was now exposed to the air. With a hungry little cackle, the mimic's tongue probed his pucker and then, rather forcibly and suddenly, pushed into him, slipping a good 5 or 6 inches into Sepfy's behind and coiling around his insides. The folf trembled and his knees wobbled from such peculiar pleasure, and his fingers dug down against the wooden floor beneath him. He heard another frightening cackle as the tongue plunged deeper and deeper, stretching his little ring and smearing around his insides. Though he couldn't see what the creature was doing to him, he could definitely feel it: the warmth of his tongue and the slimy, wet saliva that trickled down his inner thighs and readily dropped onto the floor between his legs. A whimper escaped the hybrid's mouth as he felt the tongue inside of him curling around, grazing against a rather delicate spot inside of him that made his cheeks burn with a blush. The wet saliva trickled down his taint and, despite his disapproval, he felt his loins stirring and the blood pumping to his member, causing him to harden, if only slightly. His half-chub member seemed to excite the mimic, who sought to suckle him more. Then, suddenly, the monster's hands tugged back. Sepfy squirmed and was yanked backwards, forced to rise onto his feet and then toppled. A cry of terror escaped his lips as he fell directly into the mouth of the chest, and he briefly remember the sharp teeth that lined the edge of the chest's lip. However, when he fell down against it, he felt no such sharp implements. It seemed they had magically retracted. Instead, however, he found himself sinking into the chest. The mimic's arms had shrunk back in with him, leaving his tongue firmly lodged into the cub's rump. His head butted with the lip of the chest's lid, his legs sticking out from the front, barely able to touch the ground. He wildly kicked the struggled, but he felt a long, spindly hand wrap around his chest, holding him tight. [[Continue.->StorageRoomLeft3]]

The tongue inside of him withdrew, sliding out from his behind and leaving him rather peculiarly empty. From there, it's fleshy tongue wormed up and coiled around his half-chub package, slurping against his idly twitching length. Sepfy wondered what the monster's plans were, and if he'd ever be able to leave it's grasp. Suddenly, he felt a heated warmth pushing against his rump, and he knew it wasn't the tongue he had felt before. Instead of being wet and squishy, it was hard and rigid. It didn't take a genius, let along a 12 year old cub, to understand what it meant. Sepfy gritted his teeth and a grunt escaped his lips as he felt the mimic's cock intruding him. Sepfy would have presumed that the mimic wouldn't have much space to move, let alone to thrust, yet he was surprised and partly horrified to find the mimic's length relentlessly thrusting in and out of him. He wasn't sure if it were hilting him or not, but it was //deep// inside of him, well over 9, or even 10 inches, and hopelessly thick. The cub let out quiet gasps and grunts of discomfort and partial delight, the sensations of both its cock sliding in and out of him, coupled with the slimy wet feeling around his own member, giving him a peculiar sense of pain and pleasure, an equal mixture that made him both shudder and sniffle. Each thrust was wet and audible, each one meeting in a 'squelch' and 'slap'. Each violent movement made Sepfy bounce slightly on the monster's cock, which no doubt aided its own arousal. The folf wondered how long he might have to endure the torment for before it might be over. His own member was stirring at full mast, twitching under the mimic's assault. The monster's thrusts began to slow and the muscles around the folf's body shuddered and trembled. Immediately, the hybrid could feel a sudden warmth spreading inside of him, and quickly guessed what it might be. As the monster climaxed plentiful loads of cum into his ass, it's tongue subsided and slowed against his member. It didn't see fit to finish him off. Maybe that was just for it's own enjoyment. Then, just like that, Sepfy was tossed out. He landed in a heap in front of the chest and it snapped shut. With his clothes torn, the folf rolled onto his back and groaned to himself, his half-hard member idly twitching against his stomach. He wasn't going to open that again.(set:$Clothes to "torn") (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//](set:$Vitality to it - 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Open the chest on the right->StorageRoomRight]]

(text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//] (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Dexterity has lowered.//] (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2)

|Nox>["I see you've found your equipment."] The dulcet tones of someone familiar sounded behind Sepfy, and he whirled around to see the culprit. His jaw set and he bared his teeth at the sight of Nox, the sinister sorcerer who had seen fit to humiliate him and frame him for a crime he didn't commit. A snarl escaped the cub's throat, but the slithering, black and grey scaled reptile looked unphased. |Nox>["I'm not surprise to see you here. Something told me I might have underestimated you, and here you are, confirmed those suspicions. I can assure you, however, that you wont set foot outside these walls again."] Nox was goading him. Sepfy resisted the urge to attack him, primarily because he was no fool. He knew Nox wasn't //really// there: the wavering ripples around the hem of his long, purple robe told him that. It was just a projection. "I'll stop you, Nox. I can assure //you// that I'll be the one to slit your throat." Sepfy hissed, and Nox's face twisted into one of annoyance. |Nox>["Let's at least make it challenging for you, then."] The room shook, the sounds of wood grating against stone sounding in Sepfy's ears. He staggered a little on his feet before finding his footing, and he glared at Nox, who sat there looking rather amused. After half a minute or so, the shaking subsided, and the reptile looked pleased with himself. |Nox>["I've shaken things up a bit. It wont be so easy finding me now."] "What? Afraid I'll find you too quickly, so you had to cheat? You really are a snivelling coward, Nox." Sepfy goaded him, and he watched the reptile's face twist into one of anger. His tongue slithered from his mouth and he clenched his fists. |Nox>["Foolish child! This mansion will be the death of you, and I will welcome the thought of finding your fucking corpse."] With that, his body wavered, and he vanished, the projection of his consciousness falling to the ground in a pile of ash and sand. Sepfy sighed through his nose. Things just got a lot harder. There were only two exits from the storage room: left and right. If Nox was to be believed, then he'd messed around with the structure of the house. Finding him would be hard. [[Go Left.->Kitchen]] [[Go Right.->Dungeon]]

Sepfy opted for the door on the left, presuming that it might be a good way to go. He turned the handle and stepped through. It wasn't like what he'd seen before. Instead of being a corridor, or a smaller room, he found himself standing in a luxurious, long kitchen. A wooden island surface sat in the middle, presumably meant for laying out various bowls and plates, whilst a significant amount of counter space ran along the sides, with a stove in the corner. Sepfy scanned his surroundings and noticed a sizeable black pot sitting on the side. Other than that, everything seemed to had been put away neatly and tidily. Assuming it was an empty room, Sepfy rounded the island and began making his way across the room, towards the other end. There, two doors sat waiting for him, sitting adjascent to one-another in the corner, each on either wall. When he passed the black pot, however, he heard a clattering sound. He momentarily paused and turned, sliding on of his focal daggers from its sheath, readying himself for combat. His eyes focused immediately on the pot on the counter. It rattled and shook left and right for a moment, before abruptly stopping again. Sepfy anxiously stepped over to it and grasped the edge. He gave it a hard shove, and it fell to the floor, clattering against the wood. Sepfy heard a distinctive sound of pain coming from within. To his surprise, the lid pushed open and out clambered a rather small creature, barely 3 foot in size. It was covered in warm-looking red skin and had large ears, ones that sagged all the way down to its hips. It was stocky and its expression was grim, mixed with irritance. Two large horns sat atop its head, and it was dressed in nothing but a pair of baggy shorts. "Asshole, I was sleepin' in there." The creature heaved itself up onto the counter and sat, swaying it's three-toed, scaley looking feet, each one ending in sharp pointed claws. His gleaming yellow eyes looked Sepfy up and down. "Uh...what are you?" Sepfy asked quietly. "I'm a Demon, kid. Don't wear it out." [[Continue.->Kitchen2]]

Sepfy stepped through the door to find himself shrouded in darkness. There wasn't a light in sight. Luckily for him, he had his daggers on him now. He cast a brief illumination spell and faltered at the sight before him. At best guess, he was in the dungeon. The walls around him were a solid, dark brick, with iron grates dotted around that lead into what can only be assumed as rudimentary cells. He was thankful to find himself not in them. Nox could have, if he wanted to, but perhaps they were already full. He didn't want to question the reptile's motives. They were clearly horrible enough. The folf slowly stepped forwards, watching his step as he moved deeper into the dungeon. The door leading back into the storage room creaked shut, leaving him with nothing but the light of his spell to guide the way. It was pitch black, but it was enough for him to see. He slowly pushed his light outwards to reveal the path ahead, letting the light sail up towards the ceiling. Up ahead was a crossroads, with 3 other possible ways to go. Sepfy had no idea which was the right way; even as he approached the intersection, the fer ends of each corridor were blanketed in darkness, making it impossible to see ahead. He'd have to guess, he supposed. Sepfy halted when he heard a snarl to his right. Slowly, he turned his head, staring down on the western corridor and focusing his gaze on a set of glowing red eyes hidden in the darkness. He must not have spotted the mass hidden in the dark before, yet there it was now. As if he couldn't see it before, the corridor illuminated in a billowing, roaring flame that originated from the back of whatever the creature was. It only took a few moments for the monster's mass to brighten and be shown, with thanks for the sudden light source. It was in that moment that Sepfy realised what it was. A Hellhound. (set:$Hellhound to (random:1,100)) (link:"Run, and escape. ($DexCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$Hellhound is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"DungeonPass")](elseif:$Hellhound is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"DungeonFail")]]

Sepfy was immediately cautious, and raised his dagger. Demons were notoriously evil creatures. At least, that was what he'd been told. Plus, it was no coincidence that a Demon was in the house of a Demonologist. The creature looked unphased by the dagger, idly examining it's thick, stumpy hands, looking at the claws on each finger. "I ain't gonna attack you, kid." It remarked nonchalantly, and Sepfy faltered. Was it come kind of trick? "Why not?" The folf cub demanded, and the Demon looked him up and down. "Not worth the effort." He replied absently. "Don't you work for Nox?" "He's my master, sure. Don't mean I do whatever he says all the time." Sepfy wavered again and eventually lowered his guard, slipping the knfe back into his sheath. Perhaps the Demon could be of some use to him, in some regard. "You know where he is?" The boy asked casually, and the Demon shot him a withering glare. "I'm not a fuckin' idiot, kid. You kill him, I go back to hell. I like it up here. Ain't gonna jeopardise that." It was worth a shot, at least. Sepfy turned to leave, examining the two doors on the right, when he heard the Demon clear his throat. "Although..." The continued absently, admiring his fingers. "I might be willing to lend you a hand in some other way...for a price." "Do I dare ask what that price is?" The creature grinned wickedly. [[Continue->Kitchen3]]

"Let's say just I can reinvigorate your tired bones, give you a bit of an edge." The Demon tempted Sepfy, but the boy wasn't an idiot. He'd been naive before for far too long. "I realise that much, Imp," The boy began. "But what's the catch?" The Demon looked Sepfy up and down and the boy watched as the creature licked it's lips, sticking out its long, wet tongue. He shifted a little on his seat on the counter, cocking up one of his legs to balance his heel against the edge of the wooden counter. "Oh, you want..." Sepfy began, realising quickly what the Demon was after. His nose wrinkled and he felt a certain degree of disgust. Such a heinous act was vile, especially with a Demon. He knew better than to consort with beasts such as the Imp in front of him. But on the other hand...he needed to utilise everything available to take down Nox, especially when the reptile had the Artefact at his disposal. His wavering doubt seemed to be recognisable on his face, because the Demon grinned even wider. "Nothing too untoward, kid. Just...you know, lemme do what I want, and you get something out of it. A win/win, right?" Sepfy wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but some aid would be useful. [[Accept the Demon's offer.->KitchenSmut]] [[Decline the Demon's offer.->KitchenDeny]]

With a resigned sigh and a slither of anxiety, Sepfy agreed to the Demon's offer. The creature grinned widely in response and looked rather pleased. "You wont regret it." The Demon assured him, and coaxed him closer with a finger, curling it teasingly in his direction. Sepfy nervously stepped forwards and the Demon slipped off of the counter onto the floor. With firm hands, he turned Sepfy around until he was leaning up against the counter, resting his behind against the thick wooden surface. The folf placed his hands either side of him, pushing his palms down against the lip of the counter as the Demon's own hands went straight for his crotch. The Demon's hands expertly popped the button of his armoured cloth pants and he dug his digits in, worming around the cub's package until he had a firm grasp on his small, flaccid cock. He gave it a few wild strokes before retreating his head and tugging at the cub's hips, shimmying his pants down. It took little to no effort for the Demon Imp to reveal the boy's member, and he gave it another few pleasant strokes with his hand, causing it to stiffen under his grip. "S-So what, you're just going to blow me?" Sepfy asked anxiously, watching as the Imp smirked up at him, lowering his head and running his mouth along the side of the cock, resting his head at the bease. He gave the member a few slender slicks. "Did you want more, greedy mortal?" The Demon teased, his tongue slowly but surely coiling around Sepfy's member, covering his length as it went. The cub shuddered a little from the sensation and couldn't offer a solid rebuttal. His lack of a response made the Demon chuckle. Slowly, the Demon's tongue ran up the cub's length, sliding around up towards the tip. There, he pursed his lips around the head of the boy's stiffening cock and bowed his mouth down, sinking the length up along his tongue. There, his slender appendage wrapped around the cub's length once more, gently milking and squeezed as the imp bobbed his head. Sepfy felt himself tremble and pant, overcome with pleasure. The Imp practically bowed down towards his pelvis, but the creature's lack of a nose made it easy for him to suckle. Sepfy had to hand it to the Demon: he knew how to give a good blowjob. [[Continue.->KitchenSmut2]]

Sepfy was simply too cautious of the Demon to even entertain his notion. He couldn't trust such an evil creature, especially not one who worked under Nox. "I'll have to decline." Sepfy's voice wavered, but his movements were firm. The Demon looked at him with disapproval and shrugged. He slid from his seat and grabbed the cast iron pot, heaving it back up onto the counter with surprising strength. With that, he clambered back into it. "Good luck then, kid. You're gonna need it." The Demon remarked sourly and lowered into the pot, placing the lid back on where it had been before. After a few moments, Sepfy heard the Imp begin to snore. Shaking his head, the folf turned towards the two doors on the far side of the room. He was just going to have to pick one; considering it came from the storage room to the kitchen, he ascertained that all the doors would lead to somewhere else completely. With no idea what lead to where, he picked one. [[Go Left.->Garden]] [[Go Right.->Study]]

The Imp bobbed its head up and down, it's movements slick and audible, the wet sounds of his lewd slurping around the cub's cock filling the air. Sepfy panted rapidly under the creature's assault, the intoxicating pleasure and warmth around his member coaxing him further and further over the edge. He felt the Demon's hand lower to his balls, and he gave them a few solid tugs and squeezes, which only enticed the boy further. Sepf began to pant harder and harder, his chest heaving, his cheeks growing flushed. His mouth felt dry, his vision blurry. He knew he was close. The Imp seemed to as well. Slowly, the Demon pulled back, resting his tongue just on the end of the member whilst he opened the majority of his mouth, using a hand to rapidly stroke the boy's cock. Sepfy watched the Demon peel his foreskin forwards and backwards, over and over, and he closed his eyes well he felt his climax nearing. "O-Oh, fff..." A sigh escaped his lips as his orgasm finally hit him. Thick strings of cum shot from his powerfully throbbing cock, each gooey load landing cleanly in the Demon's open mouth, the pooling remnants of his seed dribbling onto the Demon's tongue sliding down towards the back of its throat. The creature happily gulped and slurped, its eyes rolled up into the back of its head. Clearly, it was enjoying this as much as he was. Sepfy's orgasm soon faded, leaving his cock covered in Demon spittle, his breathing heavy and his muscles weak. It had felt good, but at what cost. "As promised, then," The Demon began with a wide, cheeky grin. "A little pick-me-up." He angled Sepfy's limping member and buried his mouth underneath his cock, between the crease of the base and his own small balls. He planted a sweet kiss there, and Sepfy suddenly felt a violent surge of power. He felt strangely renewed. Then, with that, the Demon pulled back. He let go of Sepfy's member and the cub tucked himself away again as the creature grabbed the cast iron pot, heaving it back up onto the counter with surprising dexterity. "Good luck kid. You'll need it." He slipped down into the pot and closed the lid over it. After a moment, Sepfy heard his snoring. What an odd creature. The boy turned to face the two doors that lay beyond. (text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's Vitality has improved.//](set:$Vitality to it + 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Pick Left.->Garden]] [[Pick Right.->Study]]

Sepfy was surprised to find himself outside, but not at the entrance. Instead, he looked to be in a small, walled-off garden, kept secret from the outside world. To his surprise, the moon shone overhead, casting an eerie, illuminat glow across the surroundings. The moonlight laid out the outline of the wall for him and displayed the majority of the garden. The moonlight alone wasn't enough, but thankfully, it wasn't just that. The entire garden glowed with magical reagents of various colours. It was genuinely a beautiful sight, and Sepfy wished he could have found this garden under better circumstances. If he had to guess, Nox likely used the garden's reagents for his rituals. Even the most basic of magicians knew that for any spell, be it evil or good, required different reagents. As Sepfy stepped forwards, he remembered some of them, having used them in the past in a pinch. One in particular caught his eye, causing him to move down the steps further into the garden. He crouched down by a plant and grazed his fingers against the petal with his gloved hand. They called it //Taceta Amplexus//, roughly translating to 'Silent Embrace'. It was a potential, glowing blue flower, it's shade the colour of the moon. Whilst primarily used for night vision spells, it's petals have a rather nasty side effect when consumed raw: it stemmed the flow of magical potential. If Nox //were// performing some sort of horrid ritual, then Sepfy might potentially be able to force him to chew on the petals to stop his magic. It might be worth a shot. However, Sepfy was anxious: he had no idea what else might be in the Garden, waiting for him. It would be typical of Nox to set up traps. [[Take the Flower.->GardenDrake]] [[Don't take the Flower.->Garden2]]

Sepfy found himself in a small room. On the left hand side sat a mahogany desk, with parchments and hardback books sitting on top. On the back wall behind the desk and long, ornate wooden chair sat a set of bookcases that covered the entire wall, each filled to the brim with reading material. A window sat on the right, showing the forest beyond. He was in a study, potentially Nox's private study. When the reptile had re-ordered the entire house, was his plan to make every room available, or was he simply too cocky to realise it? In either case, Sepfy decided it would be a good idea to snoop for potential ways to end Nox's reign of terror, somewhat. Striding up to the desk, Sepfy poured over the documents on top, noticing several parchments and books of importance, leaving him curious about what he should look at first. [[Read "A History of Demonic Rituals".->Study1]] [[Read "Caring for your Demon Familiar".->Study2]] [[Read "Runes and Their Meanings".->Study3]] [[Put the books down and leave.->StudyExit]]

Sepfy came to his senses and nimbly turned, running in the opposite direction. Maybe it was through sheer intuition or subconscious deduction, but he had the impression he was going in the right direction. He heard a series of snarls and snapping jaws behind him and quickly assumed that it was gaining on him. He felt the jaws of it snapping at his heels and he stumbled, but he somehow managed to keep his footing. He reached the door and grasped the handle, turning to stare into the jaws of potential death itself. There, the firey hound snarled at him, keeping its distance. It was wary of him, but desperate for the kill. Sepfy didn't want to give it the satisfaction. Taking one of his focal daggers from his belt, Sepfy cast himself a loose protective field. Even if the Hellhound could easily penetrate it, it would be more cautious about pouncing on him with it in the way. It was just a typical canine's way of thinking. Sepfy yanked the handle of the door and heaved a sigh of relief when it swung open. Without even bothering to look what lay beyond, the cub stepped through and quickly shut the door behind him. His heart pounded in his chest. That was terrifying, but at least he'd managed to avoid something horrid. With a sigh, he stepped forwards and surveyed the room around him. [[Continue.->Armory]]

Sepfy whirled, planning to run towards the end of the room opposite the canine and go through the door at the end. At least, he hoped there was. Despite that, fate had a different plan for him. As he turned, he caught his foot on his other leg and tripped, landing hard on his front and smacking his elbows against the stone floor. He scrambled up onto his knees and felt the stabs of pain spreading from his elbows. Slowly, he crawled to his feet and broke out into a sprint. He could hear the snapping and snarling of the Hellhound behind him, quickly gaining speed. The force of Sepfy's fall had weakened him considerably, making his knees shaky and his run arguably not as fast as he could be. Despite that, he tried. And yet, it was not to be. A sudden mass pushed down against his back and Sepfy tumbled forwards, hitting the stone floor again, but with considerably more force. He grunted from the pain and felt the panic rising to his throat. He could feel the immeasurable heat radiating off of the Hellhound. It was on top of him, and there was likely to be no escape. Still, he tried, clambering up onto all fours and trying to crawl forwards, out from underneath the large beast. A front paw hooked around his waist and tugged him back, and Sepfy soon felt the warmth of a sheath pushing against his clothed behind. A whimper escaped his throat. The demonic creature pulled back and hiked up its back paw, and Sepfy felt the sharp, stabbing pain of its razor sharp claws digging against his pants, scraping at his flesh. It's hind leg kicked and bucked several times, shredding the back of his garments with its claws. (set:$Clothes to "torn") Sepfy attempted to wriggle free, but he suddenly felt a dangerous warmth against his body. The flames lapped around him, but they didn't burn his fur, nor his skin or clothes. Instead, they embraced him like a coccoon as the beast pushed himself forwards again, probing his fat, warm sheath against the cub's behind. With Sepfy's rump now completely exposed, it took the beast little effort to jiggle its hips and coax its member from its sheath. The tapering end of its cock prodded against the cub's behind and pressed dangerously against his pink little pucker. Then, suddenly, it thrust. [[Continue.->DungeonFail2]]

Sepfy could feel the almost scalding heat of the Hellhound's cock slipping into him, stretching his ring. Almost as soon as his innards clenched around the cock, the demon snorted and blood greedily pumped to his length. The young folf felt the Hellhound's cock bulging and growing inside of him, stretching out his pink little ring. The beast sunk deeper and hooked its front paws around the boy's waist, holding him tight. The Hellhound was, surprisingly, almost full mast already. It pulled back rather suddenly and began to thrust, rapidly bucking its hips into Sepfy's behind. Its base swelled with blood and a thick, bulbous knot formed, squishing dangerously against the cub's behind, pushing against his ass. The demonic beast was relentless, its thrusts not unlike that of a standard feral canine. It was the girth, however, that Sepfy had trouble accomodating, it's thick, pulsing cock assaulting and violating his stretched, used ring over and over. Each thrust was accompanied by a wet slap and a heavy pant, and Sepfy could feel the weight of the demon's balls pushing against his own, swaying back and forth. "H-Hrrk...!" Sepfy bit down hard on his lip, feeling the tears spark in the corner of his eyes. He could feel the searing discomfort, the heat almost to the point of burning his innards, the inexplicable pleasure followed by the sharp stabs of pain. It was a little too much for him. The creature, however, kept going. His knot slammed against the boy's ass, over and over, and the sheer force of his thrusts made Sepfy's muscles periodically loosen and tense. His member, still somehow kept within his clothes, sat at half-chub, forced to arousal by the sheer length of the demonic cock pushing against his prostate. Sepfy couldn't possibly tell how long the best was going to keep violating him, but he hoped it would be over soon. He wasn't sure if he could take much more. The Hellhound's heavy panting began to quicken, his hips still moving at the same speed. It had impressive stamina, but the thing that Sepfy was most concerned with was that thick, bulbous knot. As if on cue, the creature's thrusts grew harder, the knot forcibly pushing against the cub's behind. The folf tried his best to squeeze, but his tired muscles eventually loosened. And with that, the knot slipped in. [[Continue.->DungeonFail3]]

It was beyond anything that Sepfy had ever felt before. The pain was intense, but the pleasure was intoxicating. His inner sphincter stretched and clamped around the thick knot, his inner muscles spasming and squeezing as his body violently trembled from the exertion. The demonic beast above him panted happily and Sepfy could feel the hot drips of its spittle on the back of his neck. It didn't take a genius to realise the canine was done. Its thrusts had halted and Sepfy could feel it's heavy, warm pulsing inside of him, likely spurting nothing but jets of seed into his most intimate areas. The warmth was extreme, making the folf cub squirm a little bit. He felt the weight of the canine grow heavier for a moment as the Hellhound hiked up one of its legs, and the beast meandered over him, moving to stand fully away from him with its cock still firmly embedded in the boy's behind. Sepfy tiredly leaned forward, panting and resting his head on the cold stone floor, his knees shaking. He thought that the creature Nox had summoned to violate him before was bad, but this somehow felt worse. The folf's ear twisted at the sound of heavy bootprints on the ground, and he turned his head, weakly projecting his light spell towards the source. His eyes widened at the sight of the reptile, there and in the flesh, amusingly looking down at the used cub. |Nox>["Now, this is rather amusing. You've met my pet."] "Bastard...you planned this." Sepfy hissed quietly. |Nox>["Yes, I did. Now, be a good little boy and pass out. I have much work to do, and I can't have you wandering around my house."] Sepfy glared at the man as Nox clapped his hands together. Sepfy's body suddenly sagged and he felt extremely tired. Unable to keep his eyes open, he rested his body against the floor, and the darkness took him. His light faded, and his dreams were empty. (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//](set:$Vitality to it - 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->Cells]]

When Sepfy began to stir and wake, he found himself shrouded in darkness once more. A groan escaped his lips and he dragged himself to his feet, staggering a little. His legs felt sore, his ring abused. The back of his leather armour was completely torn, showing off his ass for the whole world to see. It was embarrassing. At least he was no longer tied to that horrid hound. Instead, he found himself in a cramped cell, by the looks of it. There was a flicker of light off in the distance that illuminated the outline of the narrow metal bars. There didn't look to be a standard lock, so presumably magic got him into the cell, and only some expert phasing magic would get him out. The boy quietly cursed and paced the cramped room a little. The cell was like a tiny square, with practically no space to lay down completely, forcing Sepfy to either lay against the wall or curl up into a ball if he wanted to rest. The lack of space made him anxious, but he was more concerned with how he was going to get out of there. He couldn't hear a sound beyond, other than occasional echoing drip of water from the ceiling above, like a damp cave. His weapons were intact, bar from his throwing knives, which were missing. Taking one of his focal daggers, he attempted to cast a phasing spell, but his magic fizzled out. He wasn't potent enough to manage it. He cursed again.(set:$inv to it - (a:"Throwing Knife")) Then, he heard a scuffle, the sound of something coming from the left hand side. He had spotted a corridor of sorts, but didn't know where it lead. He stepped back and pushed himself against the wall, dagger in hand. Nox was a fool to keep his weapons with him. If it turned out to be him, he could end this, right here and now. Instead, he was greeted to the sight of a strange, bulky-looking Demon. It hulked about on two large, draonic feet, and it's body was stocky and rippling with muscles. Atop its head sat a pair of massive horns and a goat-like face. Wearing nothing at all, the beast turned towards Sepfy in his cell, a long, slender tail dragging against the ground and a thick member swinging between its legs. It stared Sepfy up and down. "You want out?" Its voice was gruff and low, rich with nothing but a lack of advanced intelligence. [[Continue.->Cells2]]

When Sepfy realised what room he was in, he let out a long sigh of relief. All around him, layering the walls, on plaques, even in holders, were weapons and armour that stretch for a considerable length. It was an armoury, and that in itself wasn't a huge surprise, but what surprised Sepfy was the fact that this was //Nox's// armoury. A mage, having all this equipment? Sepfy strode along the aisle that seemed to have no end and spotted a door at the far end, though he had no idea where it lead to. Instead, his focus was drawn to the weapons at the far end, the ones that glittered in the light. One in particular caught his eye, enough to make him pause. It was a longsword that gleamed with a brilliance, one that Sepfy quickly equated to that of enchanted qualities. Sepfy knew of a spell to appraise it, though it was basic, and he wasn't very experienced. He retrieved his focal dagger and the blade hummed as he ran the hilt of the dagger over the blade. He instinctively knew, from the spell alone, what the blade was. At best, it was a 'binding blade', enchanted with a spell to sever runes. Should Nox be performing an extensive ritual, blade was likely to come in handy. Seeing no nearby threats, Sepfy took the blade and fit it into one of the many makeshift scabbards on his armour. (set:$inv to it + (a:"Binding Blade")) Satisfied, he turned to the rest of the room, examining its contents, before focusing on the doors in front of him. There were two of them, sitting opposite one-another. One to his left, the other to his right. Unsure what lead where, Sepfy was forced to choose. [[Pick Left.->MasterBedroom]] [[Pick Right.->Altar]]

Sepfy decided the take the risk, in the event he might be safe. Having the plant would be a solid idea for stopping Nox's ritual, and without his magic, he would be easy to take care of. Using one of his daggers, Sepfy carefully cut the stem of the flower and placed it gingerly inside one of his satchels. (set:$inv to it + (a:"Taceta Amplexus Petals")) Suddenly, he heard a creak, and the scraping of something against stone. Sepfy whirled around and scanned around him, but he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it had been something in the underbrush skittering about, but Sepfy couldn't help but feel on edge. Then, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Above the door he had come out of, slung over a rocky archway that served as an overhang for the door in case of rain, a figure moved. Not small and dainty like a rogue or an assassin, but a hulking mass that was laying across the archway entirely, like a cat stretching out it's legs in the sun. Sepfy heard a quiet rumble and the mass slowly rose. Something shifted, and Sepfy was greeted to the sight of glinting yellow eyes. The figure moved, and its frame became more apparent. It slipped from the archway and down onto the ground with a loud 'thud', and it slinked forwards on all fours. The glow of nearby plants illuminated its outline and Sepfy felt his breath hitching in his throat. It's slender scales, angular head and wingless, quadruped body told him all he needed to know. He was face to face with a Drake. Such creatures were arguably quite rare nowadays, typically found in the mountainous areas far to the north. Sepfy could only guess why one was here, and it was likely Nox's doing. Sepfy was certain he could see a wrought iron collar around its neck. (css:"text-shadow: 3px 2px black;")[|Drake>["That reagent isn't yours, mortal."]] It spoke with authority and the richness of a Dragon with age, but its voice sounded adolescent. Perhaps it was just putting on an act, but Sepfy didn't fancy goading him and finding out. He readied himself.(set:$Drake to (random:1,100)) (link:"Attempt to get around the Dragon and run. ($VitCheck% Chance.) (Vitality)")[(if:$Drake is <= $VitCheck)[(goto:"GardenDrakePass")](elseif:$Drake is > $VitCheck)[(goto:"GardenDrakeFail")]] [[Try to reason with the Drake.->GardenDrake2]]

Sepfy opted not to take the flower. The potential risk of taking it was too high, especially when he was unfamiliar with the layor of the garden, and of the potential threats therein. For all he knew, he might be attacked if he took the plant without asking whatever lay in the undergrowth. It was a risk he couldn't afford to take. Stepping back, Sepfy cast his gaze across the garden and spotted another door not too far from the one he came out of. The structure of the garden was odd, with a stone-built patio in front of the doors so one didn't even have to step on dirt to move from one door to the next. The folf stepped away from the flowers and back up the stone steps, making his way across to the other door. He glanced back and sighed, capturing the image of the brilliantly illuminated garden in his mind. He'd cherish that moment, even if it were in a rather dire situation. With that, he turned, twisting the handle and stepping through the door. He quietly closed it behind him and turned to examine the room. [[Continue->MasterBedroom]]

"I wasn't taking it. I..." |Drake>["I know the hands of a common thief when I see one."] The drake held an aloof atmosphere around him, his beady yellow eyes searching. The glow of the plants around him gave him a rather dazzling look, but Sepfy soon realised his scales were a dark, rich purple. He sauntered on all fours like a feline, his movements precise and measured. He drew close, but didn't attack. Instead, he relaxed his hehind and sat down on his haunched, raising himself up into a sitting position. The Drake wasn't as large as other Dragons, sitting at only a good 12 or 13 foot tall, roughly twice the size of a normal man, but that didn't make him any less intimidating. Sepfy stood there on the spot awkwardly as the Drake looked him over with a withering gaze. (if:$Clothes is "torn")[The Drake looked mildly perturbed by Sepfy's torn garments, but didn't comment on them. He seemed to care very little about it.](else:)[<!--Do Nohing--!>] |Drake>["My name is Nusyr, and this garden is my charge. The magical reagents in here are under my domain. I cannot let you leave with that //Taceta Amplexus//."] "Well, I mean, I do need it f--" |Drake>["Your needs are irrelevant."] Sepfy clamped his mouth shut and the gears churned in his mind. He was wondering how he might get out of this without having to put the plant back where he found it. Surely, there was a way to appeal to the creature's sensibilities. [[Ask about the collar.->GardenDrake2c2]] [[Suggest some form of payment.->GardenDrake2c1]]

Sepfy had a plan: run up towards the stone patio and make a break for the door at the far end, more or less adjascent the one he'd come out of. Should the Drake intercept him, he could easily get around him if he tried. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. As Sepfy ducked to the right, the Drake was waiting for his move. A claw swiped against his gut and knocked him across the garden, where he landed in a heap in the dirt, the air knocked out of his lungs. He rolled onto his back and gasped for air, running his hands over his body. The Drake must have held back on him somewhat; he felt no claw marks on his body, no ripped garments or shredded flesh. He was surprisingly intact, albeit a little bruised. As he began to sit up and get to his feet, the Drake appeared in front of him, towering over him with his golden, piercing eyes. The cub withered before him and the beast reached down with a dexterous front claw, scooping underneath the boy and lifting him up. He could feel the Drake's eyes searching him, looking him up and down. Wordlessly, the Drake dropped him onto the dirt again, and Sepfy's head bounced off of the ground, rendering him briefly disoriented. Purple scales obscured his vision and he suddenly found himself underneath the large Drake, though the creature pushed no mass onto him. Instead, he simply hovered, mere inches above him. Sepfy was momentarily confused, at first. It was then that he felt the warmth of something prodding against his own crotch. He had just enough room to raise his head and stare down the small gap between the Drake's body and his own, and the dim glow of nearbly flowers illuminated the sight of a rounded, steadily growing object. It didn't take much for Sepfy to realise that it was the Drake's member, sliding from his slit and prodding at his body. The folf feared and worst and a whimper escaped his throat, but the Drake made no movements to tear his clothes. Instead, the cock grew further, sliding along his body and up towards his chest. It eventually slowed in its growth as it reached full mass. It was impressive: 19 inches of cock sat squarely along the cub's body, stopping a little bit under his chin. The Drake pulled back and then pushed down, sinking its body low and sliding its length up along the cub's body, using him for its own lewd, sordid purposes. Sepfy angled his head awkwardly and let out a grunt as the cock slid up along his chest and prodded as his cheek, before sliding back down again. [[Continue->GardenDrakeFail2]]

Sepfy decided it would be better to run than to try and coax the Drake into letting him have the plant. He awkwardly shifted and then ducked, rolling to the right. He was light on his feet, and he briefly felt the clutches of the Drake swoop over his head. A snarl sounded from behind him and he knew the Drake was displeased with his cowardice. Sepfy bolted towards the stone patio, weaving his way in and out of the plants as the Drake barrelled after him. When Sepfy finally hit the stone steps, he swiftly heard the scratching of claws against stone follow him. He turned to see the Drake bowed down low, like a cat playing with its prey. He stalked slowly forwards as Sepfy briefly froze in place, before the folf turned and ran. He felt the rush of wind and instinctively ducked. The Drake sailed over his head and landed in a heap nearby, rolling over onto its side before scrabbling to its feet. The scaled creature stood between Sepfy and the door. He had to act fast. He charged forwards and the Drake waited for him. He saw its right claw move to swipe him and he feinted at the last second, moving around to the other side. He nimbly clambered onto the Drake's back and vaulted him, landing just in front of the door. Like with most doors, all he had to do was push, and he was through. He landed in a heap in the next room and scrabbled forwards. Using his feet, he swiftly kicked the door shut and it closed behind him. He couldn't hear a sound after that. His heart hammered in his chest. He hoped that was worth it. He clambered to his feet and surveyed the room. [[Continue.->MasterBedroom]]

Sepfy found himself inside a rather small, quaint room that was lavishly covered in all manner of fine fabrics and silks. Drawn curtains sat at the far end, and on his right, a glorious 4 poster bed. It looked incredibly comfy, and whilst it might have been a bad idea, Sepfy couldn't stop himself from sitting on it and laying back. It was softer than he could have ever imagined. A sigh escaped his lips and he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the covers, the plushness under his back. He felt as if he could rest here forever. Before he realised it, he'd fallen asleep. His dreams were empty, lacking any sort of substance, but that suited him just fine. Considering what he'd gone through to get here, things could have been worse. When he awoke later, he felt incredibly refreshed. He wasn't sure how long he'd slept, but he hoped it wasn't for long. The magic in the air hadn't changed, so at best guess, the ritual was still ongoing, or still in the preperation stage. Reluctantly, the cub rolled off of the bed and stretched his back, scratching his head. He checked himself over, and found himself unused and unscathed. Part of him had expected to be attacked in his sleep, yet he was fine. How odd. With a tired sigh, the cub glanced over towards another door at the far end of the room. It would have likely contained an en suite, and adjascent bathroom, but god knows what would be there now. He stepped through. (text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's Vitality and Dexterity have greatly improved.//](set:$Dexterity to it + 2)(set:$Vitality to it + 2)(set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->Altar]]

"Is there any way I can pay for it, somehow?" Sepfy asked, and the Drake lowered his head a little, looking the folf cub up and down. He soaked in the sight of his 12 year old body and wrinkled his nose with thought. |Drake>["I suppose there is a way you can pay for it."] "Alright, and what would that be?" Sepfy had a bad feeling, but the Drake was pretty intimidating. He didn't want to consider the alternative if he refused or tried to run off with the plant. |Drake>["My time here has been lonley. I would enjoy some companionship, if only for a time. Grant me that, and the //Taceta Amplexus// is yours."] Sepfy shuffled awkwardly on the spot at the Drake's request. It would be rather improper of him to deny Nusyr what he was asking, and 'companionship' didn't necessarily mean anything sordid. But the way the Drake was looking at him made it seem almost obvious. |Drake>["I will not force this request upon you. If you decline, then you must return the flower. Otherwise..."] He settled himself down and watched Sepfy with a lidded gaze, his tail flicking against the dirt. Sepfy would have to choose.(set:$Drake to (random:1,100)) [[Agree to his request.->GardenDrake2c11]] (link:"Attempt to get around the Dragon and run. ($VitCheck% Chance.) (Vitality)")[(if:$Drake is <= $VitCheck)[(goto:"GardenDrakePass")](elseif:$Drake is > $VitCheck)[(goto:"GardenDrakeFail")]]

"What's that collar around your neck? Are you a prisoner?" Sepfy's choice of words might have offended the Drake, but he thought it might be worth asking. If anything, it might be some leverage. The Drake sighed through his nose at the question. |Drake>["Yes, child, albeit regrettably."] Sepfy got the impression that the Drake didn't want him to pry anymore, so perhaps it wasn't a good idea to continue that avenue of discussion. Yet, he felt a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that urged him to press for information. "Was it Nox who did that to you?" Sepfy asked anxiously. The Drake stared at him for a moment. |Drake>["He is my master, and this is my charge. My knowing his name, I assume your intent is likely malicious."] He didn't sound all that disappointed. In fact, he sounded relieved, perhaps even pleased. Seeing an opportunity, Sepfy pressed further. "Well, if I were to get rid of him...that would make your charge null and void. Right? You'd be free." Sepfy suggested, and the Drake wordlessly looked him up and down. He sighed again. |Drake>["I shall pretend you were never here."] Sepfy blew a small sigh of relief and bowed his head. He murmured a thank and looked up at him with an apologetic expression. He moved around the side of the Drake and back up onto the stone patio. At the far end was another door similar to the one he'd just come out of. He took one last look at the Nusyr, who stared off wistfully into the distance. Sepfy paused for a moment, lingering a bit longer, before heading through the door and closing it behind him. [[Continue.->MasterBedroom]]

It was either this, or risk attempted to escape the Drake's wrath. Slowly, Sepfy nodded and accepted the Dragon's request for companionship. Surely, it wouldn't be that bad. Nusyr sat up slightly and looked pleased with Sepfy's response, the tip of his tail lightly thumping against the ground. He stepped a little closer and the cub briefly took a step back, anxious. He watched as the Drake turned to the right and settled himself down, lowering his body. After a moment, he rolled, laying flat on his side. He didn't stop there, however, rolling further until he laid fully across his back. From what Sepfy could remember of adventurers in their seedy little taverns, there was always talk of a Dragon's weak spot: their underbelly. Showing his weakness so early on must mean he either held a lot of trust for the 12 year old, or he was desperate. Nusyr looked expectantly over at the folf, and Sepfy shuffled awkwardly on the spot, his eyes glancing over the Drake's body, down towards his crotch. In the thin illumination of the night, Sepfy could make out the narrow outline of the creature's slit, and the crease of a hole hidden at the base of his tail. The mere sight of it alone made Sepfy nervous. |Drake>["I have no requirements, other than mutual gratification."] Sepfy blew a small sigh. To him, that didn't sound like too much effort. All he had to do was be himself. The folf reached down and began to unbuckle his garments, not wanting to tear them or cause a mess. Once he'd successfully taken off the majority of his clothes and left them in a pile on the ground, he moved onto his underwear, his last piece of clothing. He could feel Nusyr's eyes on him as he peeled them off, revealing his flaccid, humanoid length. Slowly, he moved closer to the scaled beast, shifting towards his tail area. He stepped over it and looked down nervously at the Drake's slit and hole. |Drake>["Take your time."] [[Continue.->GardenDrake2c12]]

Sepfy ran his finger along the contours of the Drake's slit and immediately felt Nusyr shiver beneath his touch. For a big, hardy Drake, the scaly creature was surprisingly sensitive. Even as Sepfy slid his fingers against the entrance to the slit and down to the Drake's pucker, he could feel how tense the creature was. He was perhaps just as nervous as Sepfy was, though arguably more desperate. The folf dipped himself down, bowing his head and body until his muzzle met with the Drake's scales, just above his slit. His underbelly scales were delightfully soft and tender, far smoother than Sepfy could have initially imagined. As he drew lower, he could feel the beast gently squirming beneath him, shifting just slightly left and right. The cub ran his hands against the Drake's inner thighs as his muzzle met with the creature's thin slit. He stuck out his tongue, deliberately dragging from the bottom to the top, hearing the Drake quietly croon in delight, a warble escaping his throat. Sepfy didn't stop there, however, moving lower until he was dragging his muzzle against the hidden pink button, seated between the thick base of the Drake's tail, hiding just under his slit. He stuck out his tongue again and probed the entrance with his fleshy, wide appendange, moving his hands to grasp the base of the Drake's tail and gently pulling at the scales, spreading that delicate hole. A soft huff sounded from above, signifying that what Sepfy was doing was almost certainly turning the Drake on, at least just a little bit. The young folf probed his tongue further, pushing deeper, listening to the Drake's gentle pants and croons of pleasure. The cub did his best to match them, where possible, not wanting to disappoint. He could feel his own loins stirring, coaxing his cock to stiffen at harden from the mere act of his own licking. Eventually satisfied, Sepfy raised his head to find himself face to face with the Drake's impressive length. He must have steadily hardened whilst Sepfy quietly lapped at his rear end, but the young folf hadn't expected the creature to be so impressive large. 19 inches of thick, exotic cock pulsed weakly against the scaled beast's belly, droplets of pre-cum pooling out the end of its cock and off to the side. [[Continue->GardenDrake2c13]]

Sepfy slowly raised up, anxiously looking the Drake up and down as he moved into the position he felt most comfortable with. There was no way he was planning to sit on Nusyr's member and ride him, not with that length. Instead, he had a better idea. The Drake watched him silently, his breathing heavy. He seemed ready for just about anything. The cub settled down on his knees, reaching down to grasp the base of his hardening cock, giving himself a few encouraging tugs as he reached full mast. He reached up with his other hand and placed it around the Drake's girthy length. He couldn't fit his whole hand around it, but he could hear the Drake quietly sighing when his hands touched the beast's length. He dragged his hand up towards the tip and the creature violently quivered underneath him. Nusyr's glowing eyes briefly disappeared, indicating he had closed his eyes, overcome with pleasure. |Drake>["T-Tell, me, child. Are you experienced?"] "N...No, not really." Sepfy absently pointed out, pushing his hips forward and smearing the black head of his cock against the Drake's hole, prodding and poking. Tiny droplets of pre-cum oozed from the end of his length, and he wiped it around the creature's pucker, lubing him up a bit. |Drake>["Then you are, most definitely, a natural."] The compliment made Sepfy blush a little. He hadn't expected the Drake to be so, well, sensual. The folf pushed his hips forward again, sliding the head of his cock against the pucker. After some adjustment, he could feel himself sinking into the Drake's behind. Almost immediately, he felt the creature tense around him, grasping onto his member, before he relaxed a little. Sepfy slid his free hand down the Drake's length and the creature trembled once again. It must have been a long time for him. Slowly, Sepfy began to thrust, pushing his hips down until he was fully hilted into the Drake's behind, before tugging back and thrusting again. The beast's insides were delightfully warm and snug, but thankfully not too tight, given their size difference. With his cock firmly embedded in the creature's behind, Sepfy brung up his other than and turned his attention to Nusyr's throbbing length. Mutual gratification, he had said. Sepfy was going to give it to him. [[Continue->GardenDrake2c14]]

As Sepfy slowly thrust into the Drake's hole with his 4 inch, twitching member, he worked his hands thoroughly over the creature's cock, stroking from the wedged tip of his long member down to his thick, throbbing base. Nusyr's member was strangely exotic: the underside was lined with bumpes and ridges that Sepfy idly ran his thumbs over as he stroked, and his cock bulged further down towards the bottom than the top. Each thick pulse of the Drake's cock forced it to stiffen sharply and turn remarkably rigid. Pre-cum readily oozed from the Drake's tip, dribbling both down onto his chest and down his own member, stickying up Sepfy's hands. He could see the Drake's feet curling and splaying either side of him, betraying the pleasure he truly felt. The member was far too big for Sepfy to do anything with it, but the head of the cock was at least within reach of his mouth. He slowly angled the member gingerly, until it sat almost fully upright. The cub leant over, pushing the cock up against his body and stomach as he bowed his head over the tip as best he could, slathering his tongue around the urethra. Thick dollops of pre-cum rose to meet his tongue and he swallowed some of it down, his cheeks flushed. The Drake didn't say a word through the entire ordeal, but his tensing muscles and quivering legs told Sepfy all he needed to know. The warmth of the Drake's innards were slowly stirring Sepfy to orgasm, and he felt the pressure growing in his loins, reminding him he didn't have long. He enclosed his lips around the tip of the Drake's member and slid his sticky hands down, rapidly stroking across the length, trying to grasp and stroke as much of the member as he could. He heard the Drake quietly gasp, and the creature's cock pulsed warmly in his mouth. It seemed Nusyr didn't have long either. Sepfy shuddered and prized his lips off of the tip of the member, letting out a shaky moan as he pushed his hips down, sliding himself fully into the Drake's behind. He felt himself tipping over the edge and, for a moment, he quivered. His balls tucked up against his body and he finally orgasmed, pooling little strings of cum into the creature's behind. Nusyr let out a quiet croon of amusement. |Drake>["Don't forget about me."] [[Continue.->GardenDrake2c15]]

Sepfy knew what he had to do. Amidst his own orgasm, he widly stroking the Drake's member, reaching one hand up to wrap around the slender tip whilst the other grasped and rubbed firmly against the underside of the cock. The two-pronged approach seemed to be working, for Nusyr began to slowly rock up and hump upwards into Sepfy's hands, his toes curling tightly. A growl escaped his throat, and the folf knew he was close. Then, suddenly, there came a plentiful spurt, a thick rope of cum that shot out of the Drake's cock and splattered across his own chest, from his snout all along his underbelly. Another rope soon joined it, albeit less intense, and then another. Ropes of thick Drake seed shot and arced against the Drake's body at all manner of angles, almost coating his front of near-copious amounts of seed. The Drake's breathing was heavy, his eyes closed and his mouth agape. A sigh escaped the beast's lips, his tail thumping rapidly against the dirt. They sat there in silence for a moment before Sepfy slowly pulled back, sliding his cum-coated cock from the Drake's behind. As he moved back, Nusyr rolled up onto all fours, letting his half-limp cock sag down and touch the ground, still pooling the remnants of his orgasm. He deliberately raised his tail in Sepfy's direction, and the cub was greeted to the sight of his slightly leaking rim, the thin trickle of seed that reminded him that this was his doing. |Drake>["You make for an impressive Dragon handler, child. You should consider another line of profession."] "Maybe." Sepfy scoffed, feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he grabbed his clothes. The Drake looked over at him and ran his eyes up and down the cub's body, taking him in. |Drake>["My master...you know him, don't you?"] "Yeah. He..." Sepfy trailed off for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Wronged me. For that, he must pay." |Drake>["I sense your resolve. Grant me this request: put an end to him, so I may be free."] That surprised Sepfy, and he turned to stare wide-eyed at the beast. Nusyr seemed quite serious. Slowly, the folf nodded, and Nusyr bowed his head. With that, the folf got dressed and, with the plant in his satchel, he headed through a door at the far end, on the other side of the stone patio, similar to the one he'd come out of. He took one last fleeting glance to Nusyr, who was staring wistfully off into the distance. At least now he had a way to stop the ritual, and it wasn't just for himself anymore. [[Continue.->MasterBedroom]]

The beast began in slow, steady thrusts, and Sepfy could hear the Drake's quiet panting and huffing. He could feel his tense muscles, the thick, powerful throbs of his cock, the drooling pre-cum on his cheek and the creature's trembling knees. It seemed as if he were desperate. Sepfy felt bad for him, somewhat, but he also didn't like being violated, either. Sensing his intent to move, the Drake forced his body down further, squashing Sepfy's head against the ground and pinning his arms down. The cub was unable to reach for his knives to fight back. Even if he did, he didn't want to imagine what might happen if he angered the creature above him. The Drake continued to move and thrust, and it's dollops of pre-cum grew more and more plentiful as time went one. What once began as a small sliver of gooey substance became almost a stready stream, trickling pre-cum staining the cub's cheek and along his front. The pre-cum only seemed to aid the Drake's thrusts as the reptile pumped faster and faster, his hips sliding back and forth and his tail thumping against the ground. Sepfy was forced to endure the sexual torment. Perhaps, when it was all over, he would be allowed to leave. Sepfy soon realised the creature's thrusts were beginning to slow, its body trembling. It must be on the edge, more or less. Sepfy lay there for a moment and waited, feeling the sensations of the Drake's powerful throbs. Suddenly, the beast's muscles loosened and it let out a sigh. A thick spurt of cum shot from the end of it's cock, splattering across the grass next to Sepfy's head. The Drake pulled back and dollops of cum pooled onto Sepfy's chest, dripping down his sides and onto the grass beneath him. The Drake made a considerable, gooey mess all over his front, relishing its own orgasm. Once it had emptied itself on Sepfy's chest, it pulled back, slowly raising up and stepping away from him. Sepfy wrinkled his nose in annoynace and felt considerable weaker, and a little bruised from the attack before. (text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's Vitality has lowered.//](set:$Vitality to it - 1)(set:$Messy to "dirty") (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) |Drake>["Sorry."] [[Continue->GardenDrakeFail3]]

Sepfy slowly staggered to his feet and looked wary, the cum dripping down his chest. The Drake glanced away for a moment and, to Sepfy's surprise, the creature looked apologetic. The Drake sat back on its haunches, it's half-limp cock sagging forwards a little and still pooling seed onto the ground. |Drake>["It has been a number of years since I had a mate, and...well, I rarely have visitors in my garden. You'll have to forgive my lapse of self-control."] Sepfy wasn't sure whether to scold him or to forgive him, so instead, he remained silent. It seemed his lack of a reponse made the Drake feel even worse and the scaled creatued bowed his head again in apology, his eyes glancing towards Sepfy's satchel. |Drake>["You acquired a Taceta Amplexus, yes? As a token of my apology, please take it with you. I will not let my master know you acquired it."] "...Okay." That seemed fair enough, considering the mess that the Drake made of his clothes. He stepped to the side and the Drake made no move to go after him. Looks like he was keeping true to his word. Sepfy went back towards the stone patio and towards a door at the other end, similar to the one he'd come out of in the first place. He looked a glance back to the Drake, who was watching him go with a wistful expression. Sepfy shuffled awkwardly on the spot for a moment, before he stepped through the unknown door into the room beyond. When he closed it behind him, he let out a long, tired sigh. [[Continue.->MasterBedroom]]

"...Yes?" The Demon seemed pleased to hear that. It teetered on the spot with its dull teal skin, its thick cock swinging back and forth. Its goat like face creased into a weird-looking grin and the tip of its slender tail flicked happily against the ground. "We sex. Then, you go." Now it made sense. No Demon could be //that// nice. There was always a catch, and in this particular instance, the Demon wanted quite a lot from Sepfy, a lot more than the folf was likely willing to give. What was more important: his body, or his revenge? That was the question, and once Sepfy wasn't sure if he could answer. One thing was clear, however: his only ticket out of here was the Demon in front of him, who looked more than excited to get his dick sucked. In the end, it was up to him. Perhaps he could reason with the Demon, if he tried hard enough. (set:$BigDemon to (random:1,100)) [[Begrundingly accept the Demon's proposal->CellsDemon]] (link:"Attempt to convince the Demon. ($DexCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$BigDemon is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"CellsCheckPass")](elseif:$BigDemon is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"CellsCheckFail")]]

Reluctantly, Sepfy sighed and nodded his head. The Demon's goofy grin widened at his agreement to the terms, and the Demon shuffled forwards, giggling happily to himself. With a single jut of his hips, the large creature slipped his sizeable member through the narrow bars, letting it hang just within reach. The Demon hadn't been all that clear about what he wanted from Sepfy, so it made sense for the cub to do as little as possible. At least that way, he wouldn't have to do anything he regretted. Moving away from the wall, Sepfy reached his hand down and grasped onto the length, humanoid member, watching it violently twitch against his touch. The Demon let out another goofy giggle as his member slowly began to harden, and it soom became clear he was more of a shower than a grower. Even though he member was a solid 8 inches when flaccid, it barely grew in size as it hardened, and instead simply gained some rigidity. Under the cub's touch, the length hardened rapidly until it reached half-mast, weakly pulsing. Sepfy traced his hand to the tip and tugged back the foreskin, watching it slide over the Demon's cock and expose the head of his member. A quiet moan escaped the Demon's lips and Sepfy glanced up to see the creature's lidded gaze and open mouth. As Sepfy stroked and tugged the member back and forth, he could see the plentiful droplets of pre-cum oozing from the end, dripping down onto the cold stone floor beneath them. Sepfy was half hoping that this would be all he had to do, and it seemed to be working, as the Demon began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, playfully poking the head of his cock against Sepfy's armoured stomach. "Sex now?" It seemed he wanted more. Sepfy sighed, resigned to his fate. [[Continue->CellsDemon2]]

"Are you sure you can't just let me out?" The large Demon's goat-like face twisted into a frown. He seemed utterly perplexed at the idea of letting the boy go for free. His bewilderment quickly turned into annoyance, and then to anger. "You stay. No sex, no leave." With that, the Demon turned and stomped off back into the dark. Sepfy quivered and sighed, sliding himself back down against the wall and grumbling quietly. He was stuck. If he didn't adhere to the Demon's commands, he wasn't going to get out of here. It was worth a shot, but it looked like there was nothing else he could do. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: red)[//Sepfy's journey ends here.//]](set:$End to "7") [[Game Over. Click here to continue.->GameOver]]

"Can't you just let me out? I wont hurt anybody." The Demon's goat-like face twisted into one of confusion and he wrinkled his nose. He seemed bewildered. "Master said you hurt. Kill. I don't want master dead." "I-I won't," Sepfy urged. "I'll waltz out of here and go home." "You will?" The Demon looked almost convinced, but Sepfy needed to cinch the deal. "I will," The folf insisted. "You won't see me again." The Demon stood in place for a moment as he mulled over what the folf was suggesting, before his unintelligent brain eventually came to a conclusion. "Okay." A goofy grin spread across the Demon's face and he thrust his hand out. It passed through the bar as if it were nothing, and he unceremoniously grabbed the front of the cub's armour, dragging him forwards. For a moment, Sepfy thought he was going to hit the bar, and he winced, closing his eyes. Instead, he passed right through them. The Demon must possess some striking natural phasing magic. Sepfy didn't plan to stick around to find out how good it was. "Which way for the exit?" Sepfy asked quietly, and the Demon stepped to the side, pointing down the dark corridor. There sat a torch against the wall, next to a dark mahogany door. "That way." "Thanks." Sepfy muttered, swiftly passing by the Demon and down the hall. He didn't look back as he stepped through. [[Continue->Garden]]

(css: "font-size: 30px;")[(align:"=><=")[|bold>[GAME OVER](enchant: ?bold, (text-style:'bold') + (text-style:'underline'))]] (align:"=><=")[{ (if:$End is "1Win")[(text-colour:#47d147)[Sepfy put an end to Nox's reign, though not by his own hand, and got his revenge. The young folf stepped off into the sunset with The Artefact in hand.]] (elseif:$End is "2Win")[(text-colour:#47d147)[Sepfy put an end to Nox's reign by his own hand, and got his revenge. The young folf stepped off into the sunset with The Artefact in hand.]] (elseif:$End is "3Win")[(text-colour:#47d147)[Sepfy put an end to Nox's reign by his own hand, and took The Artefact, getting his revenge. The young folf stepped off into the sunset, planning to hide the dangerous relic from the world.]] (elseif:$End is "4")[(text-colour:#47d147)[Sepfy disrupted Nox's ritual, summoning a god by accident, who put an end to Nox. The god took the Artefact, ending its continual temptation. His job done, Sepfy stepped off into the night.]] (elseif:$End is "5")[(text-colour:#47d147)[Sepfy took a gamble and summoned Patien, a greater Demon, who put an end to Nox. Although forced into a pact, Sepfy managed to retrieve the Artefact, and stepped off into the night. He survived.]] (elseif:$End is "Random1Lose")[(text-colour:#e60000)[Sepfy failed to enact revenge at the final hurdle, and Nox completed his ritual. Sepfy was thrown to the Imp Horde, where he was abused and used as a slave until the end of his days.]] (elseif:$End is "Random2Lose")[(text-colour:#e60000)[Sepfy failed to enact revenge at the final hurdle, and Nox completed his ritual. Sepfy was at the mercy of Nox, who used him and then branded him a slave. Sepfy was forced to serve the reptile for the rest of his days.]] (elseif:$End is "Random3Lose")[(text-colour:#e60000)[Sepfy failed to enact revenge at the final hurdle, and Nox completed his ritual. Sepfy was taken and used by a Demonic God, who granted him incredible powers, at a cost. Feeling nothing but hatred, Sepfy was corrupted to the world, and became a tyrant murderer.]] (elseif:$End is "7")[(text-colour:#e60000)[Sepfy was thrown into the Dungeon by Nox, after being caught. Unable to convince the Demon otherwise, there Sepfy remained, unable to enact his revenge.]] } (text-colour:#e6e600)[Sepfy finished with $Dexterity Dexterity and $Vitality Vitality.] Thank you for playing. Main Character belongs to (text-colour:#3377ff)[Sepfy.] Game development and writing are by (text-colour:#3377ff)[Birdpup.] (text-colour:#3377ff)[If you enjoyed this game, please leave a comment.] (text-colour:#e6e600)[To restart, refresh the page.]]

(if:$Clothes is "torn")[Sepfy slowly stepped back and turned around, displaying his ripped, shredded garments that revealed his plump cheeks and some of his taint. He pushed his hips backwards and bent over slightly, spreading his legs apart. He tensed briefly when he felt his bare cheeks meet with the cold bars, but he hoped that would be enough.](elseif:$Clothes is "intact")[Sepfy slowly stepped back and turned around, tucking down the back of his cloth pants to display his plump cheeks and some of his taint. He pushed his hips backwards and bend over slightly, spreading his legs apart. He tensed briefly when he felt his bare cheeks meet with the cold bars, but he hoped that would be enough.] Almost immediately, he felt a thumb jamming against his behind, pushing into him rather unceremoniously, making him clench and let out a whimper. His behind was still a little sore from earlier. "Wet." The Demon remarked bluntly, and he slipped his thumb back again, without an apology nor any sort of foreplay. Sepfy sighed hard through his nose and tried not to get too irritated. His temper could get the better of him sometimes. After a few moments, he felt the warmth of the Demon's cock pushing against his displayed pucker, jamming itself between his cheeks and probing his slightly sore ring. The Demon pushed hard, and Sepfy braced himself on the wall opposite the bars in his cramped cell. A hiss escaped his lips as the cock sunk deeper, sliding halfway into him and continuing to plunge. The Demon's muscular hips soon met with his rump, and he felt the fullness of the Demon inside of him, felt each pulsing throb. His insides clenched down around and member and he heard the Demon sigh with bliss. With that, the Demon tugged back, thrusting his hips forwards and beginning in on a series of steady pumps and thrusts. Sepfy winced and bore it, for now, curling his hands into fists against the wall and breathing harshly through his teeth as the Demon's thick cock slid back and forth, his hips slapping and meeting with the cub's furred cheeks. In stark comparison, the Demon's body was covered in coarse skin, bar from the scales on his feet and the fur that began around his pecs for his head. Such a mishmash of textures made him peculiar. With each buck and thrust, the Demon panted, grunting in delight as the mere sensations of using the boy's behind. He thrust his hands out, and they phased through the bars, clutching around the cub's ample hips and tugging him harder onto his length. His thrusts quickly grew accompanied by wet, messy slaps as both cum and pre-cum seeped from the boy's hole from his past, and current, ventures. [[Continue->CellsDemon3]]

As the Demon continued to thrust, Sepfy bowed his head, panting harshly through his teeth, his cheeks flushed. The Demon was hitting all the right spots in him, even if he didn't want to admit it, but there was still that lingering pain from his sore, used ring. It didn't help that the Demon was so relentless, either. Soon, its thrusts began to pick up, and its grunting grew more and more intense, signalling to Sepfy that he didn't have long. Sepfy unclenched his teeth for a moment to take in a big gulp of air and found himself letting out a quiet groan, which only encouraged the Demon to thrust faster. "Good puppy. Good puppy...!" The creature really was rather unintelligent, but the peculiar compliments made Sepfy's stomach twist a little, and he felt a small flush of embarrassment. He felt the Demon's hands beginning to tug him down harder, and Sepfy felt its fingers digging against the folf's bare flesh. Then, suddenly, the Demon plunged forwards, his body relaxing, and his mouth hanging open. He let out a long sigh of pleasure and Sepfy felt its cock throbbing powerfully in his behind, filling him up. The grip on his rear end didn't loosen, but Sepfy guessed it would eventually. Sepfy panted as the Demon pulled back it's cock, it's cum-coated member hanging in the cool air as he stepped back from the bars, giggling madly to himself. Sepfy straightened himself up, legs wobbling, and clenched his muscles as he turned to the Demon. "Okay...so are you gonna let me out?" The creature grunted and snapped a hand out, unceremoniously grabbing Sepfy by the front of his armour. He tugged him through the bars with no effort, thanks to his phasing magic, though Sepfy did wince, thinking he could hit the bars. The cub staggered for a moment and the Demon pointed over towards the end of the corridor he'd come from. There sat a dark mahogany door, and a door nearby illuminating it. "...Thanks." Sepfy glanced at the Demon, who reached up and awkwardly pet his head. "Good doggy." He mumbled, and the folf stepped back from him with an awkward grin. With that, he strode off down the corridor, stepping through the door. [[Continue.->Garden]]

Sepfy found himself in a dark, long room. It looked similar to that of a chapel, but there didn't seem to be any sort of holy feeling here. Quite the opposite, in fact: the air crackled with unholy energy and Demonic prescence. Sepfy stepped forwards, a hand on the hilt of his sword as he surveyed his surroundings. To his left and right were long rows of benches, similar to that of a chapel. At the far end, basked in an eerie red glow, sat a long marble alter with a black cloth draped over the top. Even from that distance, Sepfy could spot the various splatters of blood against the marble surface. If he had to guess, this was where most of the sacrifices happened. He didn't want to stick around here too long. The longer he remained, the worser he felt, as if the room were suffocating him. In reality, it was his own nerves. He drew closer to the alter as he scanned for another door, or some sort of exit. He could see a corridor around the back. There was probably a door there. As Sepfy moved around the altar, he heard the scuffle of boots behind him, and slowly turned, the terror bubbling in his throat. Whirling around, he came face to face with a man, dressed in all black robes, a hood covering his face. Sepfy could only guess he was a man from his broad shoulders and flat chest, but it could arguably be anyone. Regardless, the cub felt a bit more at ease, drawing his Lightning Sword. Yet, as he was ready for a fight, other cultists appeared from the sides, stepping out from the shadows and moving into the eerie red light. Sepfy turned his head and counted them, spotting at least 5, maybe 6. That was more than he could handle. His only option was to fight and escape. (set:$Cultists to (random:1,100)) (link:"Attempt to dodge the cultists. ($VitCheck% Chance.) (Vitality)")[(if:$Cultists is <= $VitCheck)[(goto:"AltarPass")](elseif:$Cultists is > $VitCheck)[(goto:"AltarFail")]]

Sepfy picked up a book titled (text-colour: #e6e600)[//"A History of Demonic Rituals."//] Maybe it would have some clues about the ritual Nox was planning. The first thing he noticed in the pages therein was that it was full to the brim of anecdotes, the majority of it in a different handwriting from the main passages. Sepfy felt a glimmer of hope and flicked through the pages, scanning the language until he found something that might prove useful. (align:"=><=")[(text-colour: #e6e600)[//The first rule of Demonic rituals is to never deviate from the intended script. Failure to align the proper runes, or enact the appropriate mantra can lead to undesired, and sometimes catastrophic effects, especially when it comes to one's intention to summon Demons of immeasurable power. The second rule of Demonic rituals is to always expect payment. Whether it is coin, blood, the seed of a woman, or otherwise, Demons will not form a pact unless you provide something of equal value. Keep this in mind as your prepare your ritual.//]] There were numerous scribbles around that particular passage, some of them lamenting on what payments to offer. Sepfy wondered what Nox had planned for his potential 'payment'. Did he had a woman to sacrifice, or was it something far more horrid? [[Read "Caring for your Demon Familiar".->Study2]] [[Read "Runes and Their Meanings".->Study3]] [[Put the books down and leave.->StudyExit]]

Sepfy lifted up the book titled (text-colour: #e6e600)[//"Caring For Your Demon Familiar."//] It looked like a rather peculiar book that might offer some insight into how Demons operate. Sepfy knew he was bound to run into a few, as he already had. He poured over the chapters until he found an interesting segment. (align:"=><=")[(text-colour: #e6e600)[//Demons are, first and foremost, sexual creatures. It matters not what you can provide in bloodshed or in food, not even in coin, but it matters what you can often provide in terms of bodies to breed. Where the opportunity for sexual antics arise, a Demon will sieze the opportunity with both hands, and refuse to let go. Be aware of this unhealthy obsession; refusing a Demon his wants and needs can lead to disastorous and violent results.//]] Sepfy shuddered at the thought, but it was worth noting. He knew little about Demons bar from their unholy nature, so offering potential sexual needs might be a way to placate them. [[Read "A History of Demonic Rituals".->Study1]] [[Read "Runes and Their Meanings".->Study3]] [[Put the books down and leave.->StudyExit]]

Sepfy lifted up a book titled (text-colour: #e6e600)[//"Runes and Their Meanings."//] He'd heard of the book before, but had never had the opportunity to look it over in the past. He flicked open the contents and looked through them. A particular passage struck out at him, and he read it. (align:"=><=")[(text-colour: #e6e600)[//Some runes require more than just writing them down. Some of them demand meaning as a form of payment. When enacting a ritual, your intent must be clear, your vision unwavering. Should you falter or doubt, your runes will also fail. It is because of this fact that many magicians seek to perform rituals in private, as disrupting a ritual can lead to unexpected side effects if the concentration of the magician wavers. If you are an onlooker to a ritual, it is highly advised you stand still and keep quiet. Even the slightest distraction is dangerous.//]] A wicked smile curled on Sepfy's face. A simple distraction was easy to make. [[Read "A History of Demonic Rituals".->Study1]] [[Read "Caring for your Demon Familiar".->Study2]] [[Put the books down and leave.->StudyExit]]

That was enough studying for one day. Sepfy had more urgent matters to attend to. He set down the books in front of him and turned, scanning the room again. He couldn't spot anything that he might use on Nox. The room was surprisingly clean, with a number of paintings hanging up on the wall. Sadly, even as Sepfy looked behind them, he couldn't find any sort of special safe. That is, not by looking with his eyes. He stepped back and tapped on his focal daggers, casting a simple spell known as 'Detect Magic'. If there were a safe hidden away here, then it was bound to be hidden by magic, or at least locked by it. Sure enough, his magical senses picked up on nearby, hidden in the wall behind the bookcases. Sepfy searched around until he found a button, and he pressed it. He triumphantly grinned when one of the bookcases unhinged and creaked ajar, swinging forwards to reveal a flat wall with a safe seated into it. The next part was tricky. Sepfy would have to use magic to unlock it. Luckily for him, he had done this before, but there was always a bit of luck involved. Whatever was in this safe was bound to be important. Sepfy didn't feel bad about stealing it. Especially if it was Nox he was stealing it from. There was always a bit of wariness to these things, however. Nox could have booby trapped it.(set:$Safe to (random:1,100)) (link:"Attempt to crack the safe. ($DexCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$Safe is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"StudyPass")](elseif:$safe is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"StudyFail")]] [[Leave it alone.->StudyExit2]]

Sepfy shook his head. Was it worth the risk? No, probably not. Rather than attempt to crack the safe and risk a booby trap that could //potentially// kill him, Sepfy opted to leave it be. He had all the information he needed anyway. Turning around, he headed towards the only door leading out of the room. Unsure where it lead, Sepfy stepped on through. [[Continue.->BathHouse]]

Sepfy attempted to use magic to disarm the safe. His magic was elegant, but not without fault: even the most intricate of movements could be sullied by sheer luck, or lack of skill. Whilst Sepfy was well versed in picking locks, magical or not, there was always a certain degree of chance that really made it something as simple as a coin toss. His magic fizzed and sparked midway through the procedure, and he knew that he'd failed it. If there was a booby trap, now would be the time for it to trigger. Suddenly, a force ejected Sepfy from the safe, catapulting him across the other side of the room, and the bookcase swung shut. Sepfy landed hard against the wall and slumped against the floor, taking sharp intakes of breath. That had knocked a lot out of him. As he lay slumped against the wall, fading in and out of consciousness, he saw a pair of boots approaching him from the door. He struggled to raise his head and had to go on their voice alone. |Nox>["It seems you found my safe...glad to know that the protections still work."] Nox. Before Sepfy could do anything, he bowed his head and fell unconscious, unable to keep awake any longer. [[Continue->CellsStudyPath]]

Sepfy placed his hands over the large lock on the safe, his other hand on one of his focal daggers. The magic sparked around his fingertips and wrapped around the safe, worming its way in between the magic. Sepfy held his breath and winced. There was always a degree of luck to these things, no matter how skilled you were. Everytime he tried to crack a magically-protected safe, there was always the possibility that it wouldn't work properly, or have disastorous side effects. Despite that, in that moment, Sepfy felt compelled to try. There was a quiet 'click', and the magic around the safe faded. He blew a sigh of relief, thankful he had managed to break the lock. The door to the safe slowly swung open to reveal its contents, and Sepfy gawked at the sight. Inside was something that surprised the young folf: a diamond-shaped crystal that glowed a faint red, its innards swirling around and folding over one-another like a liquid. Sepfy took the crystal and held it between his finger and thumb, curious. He wasn't sure what it was. Closing the safe, he stepped towards the center of the room and held the crystal in the palm of his hand, using one of his focal daggers to cast an appraisal spell. In an instant, he was notified of its contents. There was a Demon inside. A powerful one, at that. Sepfy heard faint whispers in his mind and quickly closed his hand over the crystal. That could come in handy. (set:$inv to it + (a:"Demon Crystal")) Sepfy placed it into his side satchel and then turned towards the only available door to go through. Whether Nox was lying beyond or not, he couldn't say. Regardless, he stepped through. [[Continue.->BathHouse]]

The first thing that Sepfy was greeted to as he entered the room was the overpowering scent of sweat, and the thick hanging fog of evaporating water, in the form of hot steam. Standing in a small corridor made of sleek, flat stone, Sepfy knew exactly where he was. He had been to these sorts of places before: A bath house. Normally used for richer folk to bathe publicly with others, a bath house was both a great way to enjoy conversation with your fellow man whilst enjoying the warm luxury of a bath, as well as a great place to hook up in secret. There was many a time that Sepfy had blackmailed a rich individual after finding him venturing to bath houses late in the afternoon to rendevous with certain other people of the male persuasion. As Sepfy rounded the corner, he was far from surprised to see what lay beyond. It seemed that Nox had no interest in having normal servants or slaves to do his bidding. Instead, he had Demons do all the work, and even they had to keep clean. The folf pup was standing on the edge of a large bath, similar to that of a swimming pool, with room around the side to walk. A good 5 or 6 demons sat around the rim of the bath, chatting and talking to one-another. Another Demon appeared from underwear, taking a big gulp of air, before the Demon in front of it forced it down underwater again. Sepfy didn't have to imagine what was happening there. Most of the conversation faded, however, when the Demons caught sight of him. They began to whisper. '//A mortal?//', they said. They seemed surprised to find visitors that weren't Demonic in origin. He could feel their hungry eyes looking him over. Whilst Sepfy might have casually enjoyed a dip, he didn't fancy his odds of making it out of the room unscathed. He stepped across the side of the bath house, planning to leave. Someone moved to step in front of him and he stopped. He looked up at their face, avoiding the obvious nakedness the Demon possessed dangling between his legs. He had a rugged, rather handsome face, similar to that of a Dragon. "Hello, mortal. Care to join us? Just for a little while...we'll make it worth your while." The Demon cupped his chin, a grin spreading across his face. Sepfy gulped. [[Accept his offer.->BathHouseDemons]] [[Kindly reject his offer.->BathHouse2]]

When Sepfy began to stir and wake, he found himself shrouded in darkness once more. A groan escaped his lips and he dragged himself to his feet, staggering a little. His legs felt sore, his body aching. The protections on that safe had really taken a whole lot out of him and he struggled to even stand. Yet, as he moved, he felt more of his strength returning to him. Nox, that asshole, had planned the entire debacle, probably deliberately let his study be entered and examined without any sort of supervision, perhaps in the event that Sepfy would try to get into it and it would backfire. A snarl escaped the 12 year old's lips. He was irritated. With an exasperated sigh, he surveyed his holdings. The cell was like a tiny square, with practically no space to lay down completely, forcing Sepfy to either lay against the wall or curl up into a ball if he wanted to rest. The lack of space made him anxious, but he was more concerned with how he was going to get out of there. He couldn't hear a sound beyond, other than occasional echoing drip of water from the ceiling above, like a damp cave. His weapons were intact. Taking one of his focal daggers, he attempted to cast a phasing spell, but his magic fizzled out. He wasn't potent enough to manage it. He cursed again. Then, he heard a scuffle, the sound of something coming from the left hand side. He had spotted a corridor of sorts, but didn't know where it lead. He stepped back and pushed himself against the wall, dagger in hand. Nox was a fool to keep his weapons with him. If it turned out to be him, he could end this, right here and now. Instead, he was greeted to the sight of a strange, bulky-looking Demon. It hulked about on two large, draonic feet, and it's body was stocky and rippling with muscles. Atop its head sat a pair of massive horns and a goat-like face. Wearing nothing at all, the beast turned towards Sepfy in his cell, a long, slender tail dragging against the ground and a thick member swinging between its legs. It stared Sepfy up and down. "You want out?" Its voice was gruff and low, rich with nothing but a lack of advanced intelligence. [[Continue.->Cells2]]

Sepfy felt strangely nimble. At a Cultist came from his right to grab him, he ducked under the man's hands and struck out with his blade, cleanly swiping against where he thought the cultist's leg might be. To his surprise, the robes ripped and fell, revealing a shaped, masculine reptile leg. The cultist let out a roar of pain and Sepfy saw a potential opening. He bolted for the corridor at the end, around the back of the altar. There were two ways to go, left and right, but in this instance, left was closer. When he rounded the wall, he found the two corridors converging into a central point. There sat a shapely door. Hearing the thunderous steps of the cultists behind him, Sepfy made a break for the door. One of the cultists came to intercept him and he somehow managed to time his duck just right, avoiding the cultist entirely. He was in the clear. He swiftly grasping the handle of the door and yanked it open. Beyond, he felt the billowing, suffocating sense of magic, making him stagger. He couldn't even see the room beyond; it was all just darkness. He glanced back to see the cultists staggering and attempted to right themselves, moving towards him. He could just have to take a leap of faith. He stepped through the door, somehow finding footing in the darkness, and quickly shut the door behind him. He expected the cultists to come through and pursue him, but perhaps they couldn't. Perhaps Nox had set up his house in such a way that the room changed every time. They'd likely never find him. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sepfy looked into the darkness beyond. [[Continue.->RitualChamber]]

Sepfy saw a cultist coming from his right. He ducked to avoid his grasp, and tried to slash at his leg. He missed entirely and staggered from the force of his swing. He didn't feel very in-shape. In fact, he was sluggish. He felt the hands of another cultist, his grip firm on the cub's shoulder. Sepfy attempted to struggle out of the man's grip, but he found himself unable. The cultist was surprisingly strong, but then again, it was remarkable easy to overpower a 12 year old. Another cultist soon joined the first, and soon enough, the cub was surrounded. He struggled and fought, whimpering and fighting as they relieved him of his weapons, tossing his sword to the side, where it disappeared amongst the benches. (set:$inv to it - (a:"Lightning Sword")) Next came his clothes. (unless:$Clothes is "intact")[They tugged and pulled at his already ripped clothes, yanking them down past his hips and over his head, exposing the fur beneath.](else:)[They tugged and pulled at his clothes, yanking them down past his hips and over his head, exposing the fur beneath, leaving his garments surprisingly intract.] (unless:$Messy is "clean")[They tossed the messy, sodden garments aside on the floor.](else:)[They tossed the garments aside on the floor.] Heaving him up, the cultists carried Sepfy across the room, the cub kicking and whimpering, as they placed him down on the altar. The stark naked cub feared the worst, and hoped the god one of them wouldn't produce a blade. He caught sight of a small wooden bowl in one cultist's hand and tears immediately brimmed with the folf cub's eyes. He thrashed with ferocity, begging for them to stop. Yet, no blade was produced. Instead, their hands began touching his body, deliberately focusing on his erogenous zones. Two of them pinched and rubbed harshly at his nipples, another stroking his hair and tracing his lips with a finger. Sepfy whimpered with confusion, looking to each of their hooded faces, unable to see them or their expressions. Another poked at his paws, pushing against the pads, whilst the remaining two stroked his stomach and genitalia. [[Continue.->AltarFail2]]

Shrouded in darkness, Sepfy stood, wondering where he was. He reached out his hands and spread them around him, finding his fingers eventually touching with stone either side of him. He reached for his dagger and willed up a light globe above his head. Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a long, lengthy tunnel. He couldn't even see the end of it, if there every was one. Yet, that heavy air of magic still hummed around it, more intense than before. The only way was forward. Taking a deep breath, Sepfy stepped onwards, placing a hand on the wall to guide him and casting the light out so that he could see what lay beyond. Then corridor spanned for a considerable length before it eventually lead into a set of spiral stairs. Slowly, Sepfy descended. Finally, he could see a light, right at the bottom of the steps after a small, tiny corridor. It seemed that, at that point, the corridor finally stretched out. When Sepfy reached the end, his jaw fell open. He stood at the top of another set of stairs, leading down towards a small, rugged path made of stone. From there, it lead towards a cleared out section of rock. It was there that the light originated from: a large circle, drawn in chalk, sat along the surface with lights placed at 5 different points, each illuminated with green flames. There, in the middle, stood Nox, his head bowed as he chanted a mantra under his breath, book in hand. Two hulking masses stood nearby, no doubt his guards. Maybe he anticipated Sepfy getting this far. Either way, this was where it was going to end. Sepfy clenched his fists with determination. [[Continue.->RitualChamber2]]

Sepfy wasn't sure what to think. Their hands were on him, touching him all over, stroking his body, but they were too harsh, too eager to finish whatever they were doing. It was as if they were trying to be as efficient as possible. With their hands roughly groping and handling his package, his member slowly began to harden. That seemed to be what they were after, for when the blood began to pump to his member, they changed tact. One of them wrapped his hand entirely around the cub's member and began to quickly stroking his cock, whilst other cradled and squeezed his balls. Sepfy began to struggle again and the others stopping groping him enough to hold him down, keeping him pinned. A quiet, grunting groan escaped Sepfy's throat as the cultists rapidly pumped and stroked his member, sliding from base to tip and peeling back his foresking every time. They were relentless, keeping a rapid, steady pace that made him squirm from the sensations. They were a little too fast for his liking, but that didn't mean it wasn't working. It was embarrassing, to have an audience of 6 cultists watching his member, waiting for its inevitably conclusion. One of them eagerly held a bowl in his hands, waiting for when Sepfy would eventually be finished. Sepfy's breathing grew heavier and heavier, still attempted to strain and struggle against the cultist's grip. His chest began to heave and his stomach tucked in, intense moans escaping his lips. Suddenly, he was orgasming. He didn't produce a whole lot, but once the first string of cum shot from his member, the cultist snapped his hand out and caught it with the wooden bowl. The one that had been stroking his cock slid his hand down to the base of the cub's humanoid member, gripping him firmly as Sepfy's cock violently twitched, spurting a few more strings into the bowl. When the cum began to dribble down his cock, they pushed the bowl up against his length to scoop the last remnants. [[Continue.->AltarFail3]]

He heard them murmur in a language he couldn't understand, and they slowly stepped back, leaving him laying on the altar, panting heavily. The cub stared up at the ceiling, and when he turned his head to look at them, they were gone. What the hell just happened? Sepfy sighed and shook his head, sliding off of the altar and padding across the room to grab his clothes. He tugged them on as he went searching for his sword, but he couldn't find it anywhere. They must have taken it with them. The cub cursed: he was likely not to find that anytime soon. Turning, he headed down towards the corridor on the left hand side, which seemed to converge with the corridor on the other side of the room, leading to a single, shapely door. When Sepfy opened it, he was greeted to the suffocating, heavy sense of magic that billowed out from the open door. He stared into nothing but darkness and felt his heartbeat racing. Taking a deep breath, he stepped through, shutting the door behind him. [[Continue.->RitualChamber]]

Looking back on it, Sepfy would have called himself a fool. If he could have made any other decision in that moment, he should have. Instead, he felt himself relaxing and a smile spread across his face. "Okay." Why did he say that? Upon his agreement, there came a clamouring cheer from the Demons relaxing in the bath. The one in front of him smirked in amusement and strode past him, slipping down into the tub. "C'mon then, mortal. Get undressed, let's see the goods!" It was obvious that they intended to get very sexual, but Sepfy, for whatever reason, went along with it anyway. He tugged at his clothes, yanking his armour over his head and dropping it near the wall, exposing his chest. With that, he slipped down his pants and undergarments, exposing his small, humanoid member. "God, that's fuckin' hot." One of them remarked, and that sparked a series of other murmurs of approval from the others around the lip of the bath. Sepfy felt a little embarrassed. The cub stepped forwards and slipped into the warm water. He had to admit, it felt nice, even if he were surrounded by Demons who were all openly staring at him. "So what're you here for, mortal? You're not one of master's pets." One of the Demons asked, as another slid up towards Sepfy's side. The Demon next to him had a strangely kobold-esque face and dark grey scales, with a fine collection of horns atop its head and a single one on the end of its snout. He stared at Sepfy with a lidded gaze, who cleared his throat and diverted attention to the one who'd asked his question. "Well, I..." He began awkwardly. It wasn't wise to go into detail on how he was going to kill their master. "You're gonna kill him, right?" Another chimed, one who was lanky and sported blue skin. "All that equipment..." Sepfy gulped nervously. Slowly, he nodded, and the Demons breathed a sigh of relief. "Fuck that guy." One of them said, and the rest nodded and agreed. [[Continue.->BathHouseDemons2]]

Sepfy shook his head. "S...Sorry, I have somewhere I need to be." At his words, the Demons in the tub let out an audible protest, trying to coax him into the bath with them. Sepfy side-stepped around the Demon in front of him, who made no intention of grabbing him and dragging him into the bath. Instead, he let him go. "C'mon, Mortal! Just for a little bit!" Sepfy ignored him and didn't look back. If he hesitated, for even a second, they might consider that an opening and attack. He couldn't really trust them. Stepping across the room to the door, he heard their protests fading until they eventually stopped trying. Sepfy blew a sigh and grabbed the handle of the door in front of him, swinging it open. For a second, he was briefly suffocated by the overpowering sense of magic, and it was enough to make him stumble. Whatever lay beyond was likely what he was looking for. He stared into nothing but darkness and, after taking a deep breath, he stepped through, closing the door behind him. [[Continue.->RitualChamber]]

"What's your plan, then? Murder and maim? Torture? //Sexual// torture?" That last question sparked a small chuckle from the Demons, and Sepfy looked a little confused. "I...wait a minute," He began. "If your master dies, don't you all get...you know, sent back to where you came from?" "Nah," One of them replied, the tallest and arguably strongest-looking of all of them. "I mean, not really. It's complicated." "Care to enlighten me?" Sepfy asked. "I mean, I wouldn't want to put you all in a bad spot..." "Suckin' up, are you?" The Demon grinned toothily. "Nah, don't worry, kid. Look, when a master dies, we sort of hit a limbo. We get roughly...a week to make a new pact or we go home. I want to say a week. Is it a week?" "You would know," One of them pointed out sourly. "You've had multiple masters." "I don't mean to brag." The Demon grinned even wider. It was clear he meant to brag. Sepfy blew a small sigh and felt sort of relieved. If anything, it might mean the Demons were on his side. "We're not allowed to expressly kill our own master...when you form the contact, there are certain rules, conditions, limitations, whatever the hell you wanna call it," The creature continued. "Kind of like the foundation of the pact. We can't harm them in any sort of way, but that doesn't mean we can't set the right pieces in motion, if you know what I mean. The whole 'you go back home when you master dies' is an old myth to scare off new demons from trying to kill their asshole masters." "You sound like you've done this a lot." Sepfy remarked, and that sparked a snicker of amusement from the other Demons. "I'm over 1000 years old, kid. 'Course I have." The Demon bragged, licking his lips at the sight of the boy. [[Continue.->BathHouseDemons3]]

"So, again. You have a plan, right?" Sepfy was about to speak, then he felt the touch of something against his leg. The bath was considerable shallow, which mean Sepfy could easily sit down in it with the top of his shoulders and head above water. It was the same for the kobold-like Demon next to him, and it didn't take Sepfy long to realise he was doing something to him under the water. Only, it was hard to see through the surface, which was rippling it bubbles from the Demon's natural heat. "Uh...yeah," Sepfy answered after a moment. "A few ideas, anyway." "Good. At least you're prepared." One of them sighed with relief, and Sepfy grinned awkwardly. The touch against his leg traced up towards his knee and around his inner thigh. Sepfy didn't dare comment on it; any talk of something sexual might get them all interested. "Tell us about yourself. We haven't seen another mortal in quite some time." One of them requested, and Sepfy felt a bit put on the spot. Regardless, he tried his best. As Sepfy went into reasonable vague and loose detail about his life, answering questions about how he became a rogue and how he grew up when he was younger, the Demon next to him began tracing whatever appendage he was using further and further towards Sepfy's crotch. When it met with the cub's package, Sepfy snapped his hand to it, grasping onto what he had initially assumed to be a hand. Instead, after careful placement of his fingers, he mapped out the appendage and realised it one of the Demons paws, a scaly foot with three distinctive toes. As Sepfy attempted to answer the other Demons questions, the one next to him slid back with a lidded gaze, getting into a suitable position a decent distance away from the boy, enough for him to stretch out his slender demonic legs and wrap both of his paws around Sepfy's crotch. [[Continue->BathHouseDemons4]]

"So you just steal stuff for a living?" "M...More or less." Sepfy anxiously replied. He didn't want to admit it, but the Demon was pretty good at pleasuring people with his paws. His gentle coaxing and slowl rubbing was making the naked folf's cock stiffen and harden against them. As his cock grew larger and larger, and Demon's paws grew more dexterous. He wrapped his toes around the cub's member, dragging them around his foreskin and peeling it back as he slid his paw up vertially, parrallel to the cub's length. He curled his toes around the top and teased the folf's urethra with it. Sepfy resisted the urge to make a sound and tried to look about as normal as possible, but it must have been pretty clear to the Demons what was going on. The majority of them had their hands under the water, no doubt rather turned on by the mortal getting a pawjob under the water. However, they continued as if nothing was going on at all. "So what do you steal? Mostly?" One of them asked, leaning forwards a little. "Uh..." Sepfy gulped nervously. "Mostly magical items. Sometimes food." "I see..." The Demon smirked in amusement and the creature next to Sepfy continued to work diligently on his cock, his paws stroking up and down, curling his feet to push the plushness of his warm soles against the cub's twitching length. The folf found himself lowering his hand, placing it atop the Demon's foot and gently stroking him. He could feel his breath quicken, his cheeks growing flushed. He was close. [[Continue.->BathHouseDemons5]]

Sepfy gulped and felt his mouth go dry. He could see the other Demons leaning forward, waiting earnestly for his orgasm. The Demon next to him, meanwhile, was merciless, his paws sliding back and forth. What little pre-cum that oozed from Sepfy's member floated around in the bubbling water. It was weird that they were all so eagerly watching, but unfortunately for Sepfy, that didn't mean he wasn't going to cum. He could feel the pressure in his loins building up, growing more and more intense as the Demon's gentle, scaled paws dragged up and down his member, its toes pushing against the head of his cock. Then, he felt himself tipping over the edge. His breathing grew heavy and he trembled, letting out a shaky breath. He could see the other Demon's arms furiously bucking up and down and guessed they were masturbating. His member throbbing and twitched, and he orgasmed, spurting thin strings of cum into the water. It floated around in the stream and slowly rose to the surface, with help of the bubbles that emanated from the bottom of the bath. Sepfy's pleasured face and flushed cheeks seemed to really turn the Demons on. Surprisingly, however, they resisted the urge to go on him. Instead, they lounged back, grinning toothily at the sight of him. "Hey, kid," One of them said. "You kill Nox, we'll be your pals. Trust." It was a flattering proposal, but Sepfy wasn't sure if it was wise to trust a Demon. The folf made an excuse to leave and, despite their complaints, they let him go. Sepfy clambered out of the bath feeling a bit more refreshed than when he came in. With that, Sepfy turned his attention towards the door at the other end of the room. As he turned the handle and opened the door, he was near-suffocated by an overpowering sense of magic. He stared into the darkness beyond and, with a deep breath, stepped through. (text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's Vitality has improved.//](set:$Vitality to it + 1) (set:$DexCheck to $Dexterity * 10) (set:$VitCheck to $Vitality * 10) (set:$CombinedCheck to $DexCheck + $VitCheck) (set:$VDCheck to $CombinedCheck / 2) [[Continue.->RitualChamber]]

Making his way down the steps, Sepfy moved down until he was standing on the edge of the circle. The Demons nearby growled and warned Sepfy not to come any closer in their own, unintelligent way, but Nox simply held up a hand and looked over to the folf, smirking. |Nox>["I had a feeling you might eventually make it this far, though I was at least a little hopeful you might have died a horrible death."] "You won't get rid of my that easily." Sepfy warned. (if:(history:) contains "Study3")[Sepfy hoped that trying to distract him with his prescence would have ruined the ritual, but it seemed that Nox had planned for that.](else:)[He needed to find a way to stop him, before it was too late.] |Nox>["You're too late, however. With the Artefact, I am able to summon the most powerful beings from the Demonic Plane. The Dark Ones will be pleased with my devotion and will reward me!"] He was delusional. There was no convincing him otherwise, so Sepfy would just have to stop his horrid ritual by any means necessary.{ (set:$Ending1 to (random:1,100)) (set:$Ending2 to (random:1,100)) (set:$Ending3 to (random:1,100)) } (if:$inv contains "Lightning Sword")[(link:"Attempt to attack Nox with the Lightning Sword. ($VDCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity and Vitality)")[(if:$Ending1 is <= $VDCheck)[(goto:"Ending1Pass")](elseif:$Ending1 is > $VDCheck)[(goto:"Ending1Fail")]]](else:)[(text-colour: red)[Sepfy does not have his Sword to attack with.]] (if:$inv contains "Throwing Knife")[(link:"Attempt to throw a knife at Nox. ($DexCheck% Chance.) (Dexterity)")[(if:$Ending2 is <= $DexCheck)[(goto:"Ending2Pass")](elseif:$Ending2 is > $DexCheck)[(goto:"Ending2Fail")]]](else:)[(text-colour: red)[Sepfy does not have his knives to throw.]] (if:$inv contains "Taceta Amplexus Petals")[(link:"Attempt to get in close and force Nox to eat the silencing plant. ($VitCheck% Chance.) (Vitality)")[(if:$Ending3 is <= $VitCheck)[(goto:"Ending3Pass")](elseif:$Ending3 is > $VitCheck)[(goto:"Ending3Fail")]]](else:)[<!--Do nothing--!>] (if:$inv contains "Binding Blade")[[[Use the Binding Blade.->Ending4]]](else:)[<!--Do Nothing--!>] (if:$inv contains "Demon Crystal")[[[Use the Demon Crystal.->Ending5]]](else:)[<!--Do Nothing--!>] (if: $inv's length > 0)[<!--Do Nothing--!>](else:)[[[Try to do something. Anything.->Ending6]]]

Sepfy knew he had one way to stop the ritual, before it was too late: the Binding Blade. Whilst he was almost 100% certain that deactivating some of Nox's runes would have an adverse side effect, potentially a dangerous one, he was still confident that //anything// was better than a demonic uprising. Luckily, he didn't even need to be close to use it. He scanned the outer rim of the runic circle and focused on one particular spot. Slowly, he withdrew the blade from his makeshift scabbard and Nox glared over at him, before widening his eyes. |Nox>["Get him, you fools! He has a rune severing blade!"] The Demons immediately responded, but it was too late. Sepfy sprinted for the runes he'd got his eye on as the creatures barrelled after him. All it took was a single swing. Sepfy swiped the blade down and it connected with the floor, the tip touching the runes. One of the Demons behind him roared in fury and he felt the force of a backhand against his side, sending him across the room, where he landed in a heap, grunting from the pain. The room shifted and wavered. Sepfy raised his head for just a brief moment to see the blade shimmering in the light, before it's metal surface sparked and shattered like glass. Magic began swirling around the room and Nox looked terrified, looking down at his notes in an effort to try and reverse what was happening. The air sparked and fizzled with the crackle of electricity and Sepfy slowly staggered to his feet, his side burning with a heavy bruise. He'd done it. He'd stopped the ritual. But what had he unleashed? [[Continue.->Ending42]]

Sepfy knew of one way to stop the ritual, but it was a gamble. He took the crystal from his pocket and held it in his hand, hearing its whispers, its mutterings. He shook his head for a moment and raised his eyes. Whether this demon would help him or not couldn't be said, but he decided to try. Grasping it firmly in his hand, Sepfy threw the crystal towards Nox. He knew he wouldn't be able to fling it that far, but that wasn't the point anyway. Nox stared at him with a smirk, but his eyes widend at the sight of the crystal flying through the air. |Nox>["You idiot! Do you know what you've d--"] Before he could finish his sentence, the ritual circle was suddenly enveloped in rich, black smoke as the crystal shattered on the floor. The smoke crackled with dark red lightning. Sepfy hovered at the edge of the circle, a little anxious. Maybe this was a bad idea. Suddenly, he heard a blood curdling scream, one that made his hair stand on end and a lump form in his throat. Taking a step back, Sepfy considered running back up the stairs. Before he could move, however, the smoke began to clear. The sight was horrific. Sepfy stared, wide-eyed, at the carnage before him. Nox sat in a heap on the floor and the blood that dotted the front of his robes told Sepfy all he needed to know. The demons lay in, well, //chunks// around the ritual rom and the folf decided not to look any closer. Instead, he focused his attention on the creature in the middle. It was slender, athletic and toned with a shapely, bipedal body. Covered in horizontal-ribbed black scales, the creature bore a pair of long wings that seemed to have lost their form and now draped against the ground like a cape. Two large horns protruded from its angular, dragon-like head, and it stared over at Sepfy with gleaming red eyes. Blood trickles from its hands and lips. [[Continue.->Ending52]]

There was nothing Sepfy could do. Nox's mansion had gotten the better of him in more ways than one. He'd lost his daggers and even his precious sword, which he'd worked hard to retrieve. He'd been too paranoid about Nox's traps and vile schemes to even consider taking anything from the other rooms he'd been in. Even when he had, they had backfired. Nox seemed rather amused at Sepfy's lack of any rebuttal or attack, and that angered the cub. He gritted his teeth. He //had// to do something. Striding forwards, he decided he'd try to punch the reptile. That was better than nothing. His stride turned into a jog, and then into a sprint. The first of the two guardsman came to stop him, and as Sepfy tried to duck around him to avoid him, the Demon quickly grabbed the back of his armour and lifted him up into the air. It was a futile endeavour. Even Nox was laughing. |Nox>["You are a fool. You should have known better than to try and fight me."] In that moment, Sepfy noticed the waver of a shield on the edges of the reptile's robe. He was right. It //was// foolish. The cub bowed his head and resisted the urge to scream in frustration. With a smirk, Nox looked down at his book and began to chant, reading the words off of the parchment. The room began to shake and grow humid, and the wisps of smoke from The Artefact swam across the room, wrapping around the reptile's body. The runes in the ritual circle glowed brighter and brighter. It was starting.(set:$RandomEnd to (random:1,3)) (link:"Continue.")[(if:$RandomEnd is 1)[(goto:"RandomEnd1")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 2)[(goto:"RandomEnd2")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 3)[(goto:"RandomEnd3")]]

Sepfy had little option but to get in close and kill Nox, before he had any chance of completing his ritual. Drawing his enchanted Lightning blade, Sepfy readied himself. At the first sign of his attack, the Demons bowed low and growled, intent on not letting him get any closer. They were good guard dogs, but probably dumb as a rock. Sepfy felt confident he could out-maneuver them. Sepfy strode forwards and bowed his head, neatly avoiding a swipe from the demonic fiend in front of him. He moved around to his side and Nox almost within distance of his blade. He just needed to step forwards a little more. Unfortunately for him, the other Demon was remarkably quick, and moved to intercept. As Sepfy ducked to avoid him, he realised his error. He had anticipated an attack from one direction without considering the other. Unable to change how he moved, he felt the sudden force of the Demon's hand into his back, pushing him down onto the ground. His chin hit the stone and he let out a grunt of pain, whimpering briefly as the Demon lifted him up, holding him around his waist. His sword fell from his hand. The Demon set the boy down, but kept an eye on him, not letting him move as Nox looked on, smirking. He must have assumed Sepfy would never get close to him, but it wasn't even that. After a moment, the young folf could see the shimmer around him. He had a barrier. Sepfy was a fool. |Nox>["Now, petulant child, witness the beginning of an age."] Nox turned back to the book in his hands and began to chant, breathing deeply and speaking low in an unintelligible language, one that Sepfy couldn't understand, nor even begin to decipher. If he had to guess, it was likely Enochian, the language of Demons. The ground began to shake, and the runes on the ground began to glow as Nox chanted. At the far side of the chamber sat The Artefact, it's smoky wisps floating and surrounding Nox. It was starting.(set:$RandomEnd to (random:1,3)) (link:"Continue.")[(if:$RandomEnd is 1)[(goto:"RandomEnd1")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 2)[(goto:"RandomEnd2")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 3)[(goto:"RandomEnd3")]]

Sepfy knew he had to do something. Pressed against his chest, clipped in with a small buckle, sat a throwing knife. If he could get a clear shot, it was bound to work. The folf dashed forwards, and one of the Demons moved to intercept. The cub felt light and nimble on his feet, quickly ducking and weaving around the creature as he rolled off towards the right, circling the runic circle. He could feel the hum of magic in his bones. He had to be fast. Nox watched him with a cold glare as Sepfy moved around to get a good angle, and it was then that the folf spotted something: the waver of a shield. Nox was shielding himself from attacks, likely as a final deterrent. Sepfy would to force him to drop his shield. The cub moved back and crouched by the edge of the circle, taking out a focal dagger. He watched Nox sneer as Sepfy lowered it towards the runes. |Nox>["Idiotic brat. Do you know what kind of magic you're dealing with?"] Sepfy smirked, and that seemed to anger the reptile. With a hiss, the Demonologist conjured up a ball of fire. In that split second, his shield wavered. Sepfy grasped the handle of his throwing knife, sliding it from it's sheath. He flipped it neatly in his hand until his fingers met with the cool blade. He wasted no time in holding it up and flicking his wrist in a decisive, powerful throw. The knife sailed through the air, past the Demons and Nox's conjured fireball, and landed cleanly into his throat. [[Continue.->Ending2Pass2]]

Against Sepfy's chest sat a throwing knife. If he could get a clean shot, he could through the knife at Nox and likely incapacitate him. Whilst it might have adverse effects, it was worth a shot. It was either that, or risk the ritual going ahead. The folf charged forwards, and the first of the two Demons ducked in to intercept him. Somehow, Sepfy managed to weave his way around the creature, but he felt clumsy, and not as nimble as he should be. Perhaps it was his nerves, but he worried he might not be able to see this through. The doubt gnawed at the back of his mind as he headed straight for Nox, pulling the dagger from its scabbard. The other Demon came in to stop him, standing between Sepfy and his target. The cub sucked in a deep breath and surveyed the situation, before rushing to the right, hoping to dodge underneath a swipe. Instead, the Demon kicked out its leg and send the boy flying. He landed in a heap towards the outer edges of the ritual circle, his throwing knife slipping from his hand mid flight and landing somewhere nearby, out of reach. The swift kick to his stomach had knocked the air out of his lungs. From across the room, he heard the Reptile's amused cackle. |Nox>["A knife? You foolish child. Did you really think you'd get past my guard?"] Sepfy raised his head and glared at the man, then realised what he was so amused about. He could see it, just on the edged of Nox's robes, the wavering bubble of a shield. Even if he had got in close, he would have failed. He //was// a fool. With a smirk, Nox bowed his head and began to chant. The runes beneath them glowed brighter, almost hot to the touch. After a minute or so, the room began to shake. It was starting.(set:$RandomEnd to (random:1,3)) (link:"Continue.")[(if:$RandomEnd is 1)[(goto:"RandomEnd1")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 2)[(goto:"RandomEnd2")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 3)[(goto:"RandomEnd3")]]

Sepfy had little option but to get in close and kill Nox, before he had any chance of completing his ritual. Drawing his enchanted Lightning blade, Sepfy readied himself. At the first sign of his attack, the Demons bowed low and growled, intenton not letting him get any closer. They were good guard dogs, but probably dumb as a rock. Sepfy felt confident he could out-maneuver them. He ducked forwards and stepped into the runic circle, immediately feeling a chill run up his spine as his body was linked to the crude ritual magic. A side effect of tampering with the ritual, but one he would bear, for now. One of the Demons immediately stepped forwards to intercept him as Nox watched with an irritable grimace. Sepfy felt light on his feet and quickly dodged underneath the creature's large hand, rolling forwards and sprinting across the runic circle. It was roughly a good 30 feet in diameter, which meant that there was still some distance to cover. Enough, apparently, for the other demon to swoop in and intercept. Even that couldn't stop him, however, as Sepfy nimbly stepped to the side and slide underneath the Demon's large, muscled legs. Finally, Nox was in cutting distance, almost. Sepfy sprited a few steps forward and aimed his sword, intending to run the reptile through. His tip met with an invisible barrier, and he was ejected from the reptile, catapulted towards the outer edges of the ring. He cursed, gasping for air, as all the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. He weakly looked up to see Nox staring at him, his eyes brimming with contempt. |Nox>["You fool. You really think you c--"] Before he could even finish his gloating, the room began to shake. Nox staggered on his feet and the runes beneath them glowed an intense red. Nox looked worried. The added effects of Sepfy's enchanted sword colliding with his shield must have added an unexpect dose of magic into the mix. Sepfy didn't want to consider what might be about to transpire. [[Continue.->Ending1Pass2]]

Sepfy would have to stop Nox at any cost. With the Taceta Amplexus, Sepfy was bound to be able to do something. He'd have to get in close to make the most of it, however. Striding forwards, a Demon came to intercept him, swiping out with its claw. Sepfy ducked around its attack with a surprising amount of dexterity, and he ducked low to the ground, picking up the pace. Nox was still a good distance away, and the Demons were going to stop him. The second of the creatures came from the sigh, barrelling towards him in a heavy-footed run. Sepfy rolled forwards to evade its charge and blew a sigh of relief. There was nothing between him and Nox now. The Reptile looked irritated, but didn't move, for whatever reason. As Sepfy drew close, he realised why: he had a shield around him, likely created by his own magic. "What, you just gonna let your lackeys do all the work?" Sepfy goaded, and that seemed to aggravate Nox's ego. The reptile hissed and his shield wavered as he lifted hand, conjuring a fireball. It was Sepfy's chance. Charging forwards, Sepfy ducked to the right as Nox swung a fireball towards him. He felt the heat and the pain that seared his side as the fireball grazed his body, but he bore through the pain. Finally within range, Sepfy lunged forwards and hooked himself around Nox's body, clambering up him like a monkey. |Nox>["You little shit, get off of me!"] Sepfy would do no such thing. With one hand hooked around the reptile's struggling neck, Sepfy dug into the pouch at his hip. He pulled the leaves from his pocket. [[Continue.->Ending3Pass2]]

The //Taceta Amplexus// was his only chance of stopping Nox, before he did something he might regret. But with the two guards standing in the way of him and Nox, it was going to be difficult. Taking in a deep breath, Sepfy bowed his body low, and then began charging forwards in a fast sprint. The first came to intercept him. Sepfy ducked to the right underneath its large claw, but he felt it graze across his back. That was far too close. He didn't feel as nimble and as quick as he should be. Perhaps it was his nerves, but he worried he might not see this through. His gnawing doubt eventually got the better of him, as the second Demon strode in to stand between Sepfy and his target. The cub dodged to the left and attempted to move around the Demon, but it anticipated his movements and ducked its hand low. It's claws met with Sepfy's body and he knocked the boy flying. The cub sailed through the air and landed in a heap on the far side of the room, violently coughing, the air knocked from his lungs. He patted the front of his clothes and looked down, breathing a sigh of relief. The demon's claws had shredded his armour, but not broke past his skin. |Nox>["Stupid child. Did you think you could make it past my guards?"] Sepfy raised his head to wordlessly glare at the reptile and realised, in that moment, that he //was// a fool. Around the edges of Nox's robe, he could see the faint glimmer and waver of a shield. Even if he'd gotten past the Demons, the shield would have stopped him. He was doomed all along. With a smirk, Nox bowed his head and began to chant from the book, reading off of it with his eyes. The room began to shake and grow more humid, the wisps of smoke from The Artefact sweeping across the room and surrounding the reptile. The runes beneath Sepfy glowed brighter, as did the rest of them. It was starting.(set:$RandomEnd to (random:1,3)) (link:"Continue.")[(if:$RandomEnd is 1)[(goto:"RandomEnd1")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 2)[(goto:"RandomEnd2")](elseif:$RandomEnd is 3)[(goto:"RandomEnd3")]]

As the runes glowed brighter, Sepfy scurried back, sliding himself out of the circle, in the event something horrid might transpire. He eventually found the air returning to his lungs and slowly got to his feet, whilst Nox teetered around and babbled to himself, flicking through a book in his hads. Then, suddenly, the middle of the circle split open, and a gaping maw of fire and magic appeared. Nox stepped out of the way just in time, watching with wide eyes at the sight below. Sepfy didn't want to get any closer to find out what lay beyond, and he was thankful that he didn't. A hand came out from the pit, larger than anything Sepfy had ever seen before. It was almost the size of the entire circle, with long, spindly fingers and sharp black claws. With rich purple skin, the hand patted around, as if it were searching for something, unable to see. It felt around for a moment and Sepfy sucked in a deep breath when its fingers touched with him. It froze and felt over the cub's body with its large fingers, pushing against his head and shoulders, before it moved on. Whatever it was after, it wasn't him. Nox was still babbling, his eyes almost bulging from his sockets, his speaking growing faster and faster as the hand slowly turned towards him, continuing to feel along the path. Eventually, it met with him. It touched against his head and shoulders, before its fingers suddenly snapped down, curling around the reptile. |Nox>["N-No! No! I've been good, I did what was asked of me, I--"] Nox let out a terrified scream as the hand retreated, taking him with it. It sunk back into the hole and swallowed up, forming a neat 'scar' in the earth along the runic lines. The two hulking demons stood there awkwardly for a moment, before turning to Sepfy. They didn't do anything to him, thankfully, but it was clear they were as bewildered as the folf was. If Sepfy had to guess, Nox messed up the ritual. [[Continue.->Ending1Pass3]]

At the far end of the room, past the circle, sat the prize that Sepfy was seeking. There, on a small blood-stained altar, sat The Artefact, a gleaming golden vase that seemed to be brimming with limitless magic. Sepfy didn't know what he was going to do with it, but he knew it wasn't safe in the hands of people like Nox. He might give it to a higher authority, or just hide it and hope no-one would ever find it. The folf slowly stepped across the circle, past the bewildered Demons, and grabbed the vase in his hands. It glowed and hummed against his touch and he sighed through his nostrils. It was over, finally. He'd gotten his revenge. The trickster turned, striding out of the room. Nox's magic was undone, and he found it easy to navigate his way out. With a deep sigh, he felt the sweet feeling of release. Had it all been worth it? Maybe. Maybe not. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey is over.//]](set:$End to "1Win") [[Click here to finish the game.->GameOver]]

Nox let out a strangled sound as he clutched the knife in his throat, staggering back. The magic that hummed in the air immediately faded. For Sepfy, he wasn't able to dodge the fireball on its entirety. Instead, he rolled to the right and felt it singe his fur and the tip of his tail, a brief stab of pain shooting from his tail and up his spine. He would survive. Nox, however, would not. The reptile staggered and wandered around, gasping for air as the blood pooled over his fingers and down his body. After a few moments of defeated struggling, he slumped, and he crumpled to the floor. The glowing faded, the runes discharged of their magical essense. The Demons, unintelligent and unsure what to do, slowly backed off and stepped away. Sepfy took in a deep, heavy breath, wiping his forehead and getting to his feet. His eyes, rather than being on Nox, were instead on The Artefact on the far side of the room. He slowly staggered over towards him and ran his hands over the vase's surface. He couldn't let this get into the wrong hands again. Were he not here, and not so determined to enact his revenge, then things might have gotten a lot worse. Slowly, he lifted up the Artefact and took it with him. He doubted that he might sell it, or even use it for himself. He would probably just bury it somewhere where no-one would be able to find it. Moving past the Demons, Sepfy made his way out of the house, the re-arranging magic undone. He didn't bother to chase up the various people he'd met around the reptile's mansion: they probably had their own lives to lead. Stepping out into the chill evening air, Sepfy brethed a sigh. It was over. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey is over.//]](set:$End to "2Win") [[Click here to continue.->GameOver]]

Sepfy wormed his hand up and beat his fist against Nox's maw, until the reptile eventually opened his mouth to try out in pain. When he did, Sepfy forced his fist into the man's mouth and then opened his fingers, tossing the leaves against his tongue. He knew Nox was going to bite down, so he quickly snapped his head back afterwards. Nox's eyes bulged as Sepfy pushed against the reptile's chin, forcing it upwards and clamping the man's mouth shut. The demonologist staggered, but Sepfy deliberately held his head upwards, angling it towards the cieling. Nox struggled and gagged, before he eventually swallowed the petals. It took a few moments, but eventually, the magic in the room began to waver and dissapate. Sepfy slid from the reptile's body and backed away from him as Nox staggered, taking in deep, gulping breaths. He slumped onto his knees and violently coughed, dropping his book to the floor. |Nox>["You insolent brat...! What have you done to me? What have you done?!"] "Taceta Amplexus," Sepfy explained loosely, withdrawing a focal dagger from his belt. "No more magic for you." Nox spluttered and turned towards Sepfy, staggering to his feet. His face was twisted into an ugly expression of anger and he lurched forwards, hands outstretched. Sepfy quickly dodged to the right and snapped out his hand, butting the back of the reptile's head with the hilt of his dagger. Nox slumped to the floor, knocked out. The Demons shifted awkwardly on the spot. Whilst unintelligent, they weren't completely fools. No sense defending someone who couldn't defend himself. [[Continue.->Ending3Pass3]]

The Artefact sat on the far end of the room, and the Demons weren't going to contest it. Sepfy stepped across the room, heaving a quiet sigh as he grabbed the golden vase and ran his fingers across the surface. He turned to see the Demons standing over their unconscious Master, wondering what to do with him. Glancing towards the folf, and then back towards their master, the two large Demons scooped him up and carried him back up the stairs. Sepfy watched them go, before he sighed and followed them out. He left the mansion entirely, vase in hand. One thing he was certain of was that no-one should have access to The Artefact again. He was aware that the initial job had been to retrieve it for his client, but that didn't matter now. Having almost seen how strong it was first hand, Sepfy had no intention of handing it over to anyone, but not out of greed; rather, he wanted to hide it from the world, so that no-one may ever find it. No-one should have that much power. With that, Sepfy wandered away from the mansion, certain that Nox would come looking for him again. When he did, Sepfy would be ready. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey is over.//]](set:$End to "3Win") [[Click here to continue.->GameOver]]

The ground began to quake and rumble with increased intensity, and Nox stepped to the side from the middle of the ritual circle, as Sepfy staggered on the spot, backing out of the runic circle entirely. Sepfy had stepped out of it just in time, for a crack opened up in the floor, splitting open to reveal an endless chasm and the blow of molten magma beneath. Nox began to chant with greater intensity and Sepfy felt the rumble of the earth beneath him. Something was coming. Something big. A horde of Demons swarmed from the chasm, crawling out and spilling out all directions. Some of them opened portals and disappeared, others remained to bowed to their saviour, Nox. Sepfy hid in the corner, for fear of what they might to do him if they spotted him. It seemed like the horde was never ending, but after a point, the quantity of imps and lesser Demons began to dwindle and fade, until the ritual chamber was oddly quiet and empty, save from the few demons that remained. Sepfy wondered if it were over. Then came another quake, and a deep, bellowing roar from the depths below. Sepfy winced and watched as something came from the crack in the earth, a hulking mass of mottled flesh and razor sharp teeth. It was a Demon all right, taller than any man, and not particularly modest about the size of its member, either. Nox bowed to it as if it were his master, and the beast grunted in response. Sepfy couldn't make out what Nox was saying, but he murmured something. After a few moments, the demon turned, looking directly in Sepfy's direction. The folf paled as the creature strode straight towards him. [[Continue.->RandomEnd31]]

The room began to shudder and shake with an increased intensity, enough for Sepfy to stagger backwards out of the way. Even Nox's lackeys, the Demons, stepped away and kept their distance as the reptile completed the ritual. Suddenly, a crack formed in the earth and it ripped open, revealing the warm blow of molten magma beneath. Nox stepped to the side and chanted with a greater intensity, until he was at the point of shouting. It was then that Sepfy saw them, the suddenl flow of Demons that poured from the hole, spilling out like ants from an anthill. They moved in all directions and the majority of them ran past Sepfy without giving him a second thought, filing into a single lane as they went up the stairs and into Nox's mansion. Others set their sights directly on the cub, who quickly backed off. In an instant, they were upon him, pushing him down and holding onto him tight. He could feel their bony hands raking his fingers, and he soon realised they were just imps, of a myriad of shapes and sizes. The boy whimpered and tried to kick and thrash his legs as he felt them tugging at his pants, pulling them down. |Nox>["Stop."] A commanding voice stopped the imps from pulling his pants down, leaving him almost exposed, mere inches away from revealing parts of his crotch. The cub blew a sigh of relief, but that didn't stop them from holding him down still, making him unable to move. The crowd of imps parted to reveal Nox, who strode towards the cub with a smug expression. |Nox>["As you can see, I have the entirety of the denizens of Hell at my disposal. Do you still wish to defy me?"] Sepfy glared at him wordlessly with gritted teeth, his breathing heavy. If he had the strength, he'd gut him right now. His angry stare was all Nox needed to know. |Nox>["Very well then."] [[Continue.->RandomEnd21]]

Sepfy could feel the warmth rising in the room, the suffocating feeling of magic swimming through the air. Whatever Nox was summoning, it was big. Even the Demons near him began to back off and let him do the ritual. Suddenly, a crack formed in the ground. It split open, revealing the molten magma below, and Sepfy didn't dare get closer to see what lie beneath. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have to. Almost as soon as the crack opened up, Demons began pouring out, clambering from the depths below. Some of them ran right past Sepfy and headed for the door above. Some remained, bowing to their new master. Others looked directly at Sepfy, and that was what worried the cub. Sepfy turned to run, but the Demons were far too fast. In an instant, they surrounded him, holding him down. He couldn't even count how many there were, as more and more of them began to crowd around him, but only a select view were in arms reach. The first thing Sepfy noticed is that the majority of them were Imps, of varying shapes and sizes. Presumably, they were the 'cannon fodder' of the impending Demonic invasion, the infantry that spewed forth to deal with most of the Mortals, and the strong ones that remained were wiped out by the stronger ones. Despite that, it would easy for a horde of imps to overpower a mortal, especially one who was just a child. It seemed, however, that their intentions weren't murderous, but something else entirely. It all happened so fast, too fast for Sepfy to fight back, though even that weren't possible, considering the amount that held down his hands. They ripped and tore at his clothes, shredding through his armour with razor sharp claws and pulling down his pants. His clothes soon became tatters, his body exposed. [[Continue.->RandomEnd12]]

The room began to quake as clouds formed above them around the incredibly high cieling. Sepfy felt the ground shudder and shake beneath him and he staggered briefly, stepping backwards. He moved his hand back and felt his hand hitting marble. Turning his head, he realised he was standing right next to a small altar. There sat the Artefact. It, too, was shaking. Then, there came a crack of thunder that shot down and hit the middle of the ritual circle, barely missing Nox by an inch or two. The reptile staggered back, and Sepfy stared wide-eyed at whatever the man had summoned. There, in the middle of the ritual, stood a hulking minotaur. Eletricity rippled across it's dark blue fur and in its hands, it held a large two-handed sword. The creature had to be at least 12 foot or so, double that of Nox himself. The minotaur turned and surveyed his surroundings, before turning its sword over and sticking the tip of it into the ground with such force that it made the room shake. "Why have you summoned me here, mortal?" Nox babbled as he tried to think of the words, but the minotaur just grew irritated with his nonsense. With a grunt, he stepped forwards and grabbed the reptile by the collar of his robes. Nox kicked and struggled, his eyes bulging with terror. "Insolent insect." The minotaur turned and threw Nox across the room. He shot through the air like a bullet and hit the wall in a cloud of dust and shattered rock. Sepfy didn't care consider what state he was in. Instead, he turned his attention to the minotaur in front of him, who was looking at him next. "Perhaps you have the tongue to speak, child." [[Continue.->Ending43]]

Sepfy gulped. He wasn't sure whether he should tell the minotaur the truth, or fabricate some sort of lie. The being obviously has immeasurable power, and he didn't want to risk angering him, but he was far more worried what might happen when he's caught lying. "F...Forgive me," Sepfy's voice wavered, but he managed to speak. "That reptile was planning a ritual, and, well...I severed one of the runes, and..." "I see," The minotaur spoke with a slightly less angered voice. "A botched summoning ritual. I should not be surprised." The minotaur stepped across the room, closer to the folf. However, he wasn't looking directly at him. Instead, he was staring down at the Artefact that sat next Sepfy's hand. He plucked it up between two fingers and sighed. "This again." The minotaur muttered, slipping it into a small pouch attached to his side. "You know of it?" Sepfy broached the question gingerly, and the beast stared down at him. "It is mine. Mortals call it 'The Artefact', but it's true name is '//The Vase of Multa//', meaning 'plenty' in your simple tongue. I gifted it to my betrothed some time ago, a mortal who I admired. He has joined me in my home, but it seems my gift still entices people..." The beast grunted and turned, sighing through his nose. "I will take it with me." With that, he strode forwards, and Sepfy watched him go, wide-eyed. The minotaur glanced back, briefly, before he disappeared in a crack of thunder. The clouds above dissipated. [[Continue.->Ending44]]

Sepfy was a little confused, but at least now it all made sense, and it was all over. The Artefact, or rather, The Vase of Multa, was just a gift from a god. Now, it was back in its rightful place, and no-one would abuse that power again. The folf breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn't dare look at the squished mass of Nox's body in the wall. Instead, he passed the bewildered Demons, who weren't sure what was happening, and ascended the steps. Nox's magic had unworked itself in the surrounding area, which was a blessing in itself. Now, Sepfy could leave the mansion. Stepping out into the cold night air, the cub breathed a sigh. He was done. Free. He stepped off into the night. There was always another job... (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey is over.//]](set:$End to "4") [[Click here to continue.->GameOver]]

|Patien>["Thank you releasing me, mortal. That man was getting on my nerves."] Sepfy gulped nervously. The Demon was peculiar, his voice rich as silk, deep as a trombone. He strode across the room with an otherworldly gait, until he was standing in front of the young cub. He reached up with a slender, clawed hand and touched against Sepfy's cheek. The cub found himself immediately quivering. What was this feeling? |Patien>["Releasing me deserves a just reward, so I'll offer you my name. I am Patien."] The name seemed to burrow into Sepfy's mind and he found himself recalling it with ease whenever he thought about it. His mouth felt dry, his skin prickling. It was a feeling he'd never felt before, something akin to a deep-rooted desire. The Demon seemed to realise this, but his angular head and beak-shaped snout couldn't offer much of a smile. Instead, he chuckled subtly. |Patien>["And what is your name, child?"] "S...Sepfy." The cub responded with a tiny squeak, his cheeks growing flushed. What was the Demon doing to him? |Patien>["You seem quite capable. Perhaps it would be wise to form a pact, yes?"] "Y...Yes..." Sepfy found his eyes lidding over slightly, as if someone else were in control. It was definitely the Demon's doing, but despite his mental efforts, he couldn't shake it. |Patien>["Then, let us consumate this pact appropriately."] [[Continue.->Ending53]]

Sepfy didn't want it, but the Demon was dominant, and he had his hold over the cub's body and mind. He coaxed Sepfy over towards the staircase leading back up to the reptile's mansion, and began plying and pulling at the boy's clothes. First came the armour, slipping off of Sepfy's body and over his head, leaving his chest exposed. Then came the pants, sliding slowly down his body until the entirety of his crotch was exposed. The Demon seemed to take pride in the boy's nakedness, and it didn't take long for Sepfy to realise that the Demon was also lacking any clothes. |Patien>["Such a delicate little body. I will enjoy making good use of it in time."] His bloodied hands traced along Sepfy's chest, training his light blue fur as he moved them lower and lower, tracing a long, red line across the cub's body that converged into a point near his pelvis. He could hear the Demon muttering something as he took the cub's humanoid package in his hands, and the lines of blood along his front suddenly glowed. "What're you...?" Sepfy tiredly asked, unable to utter another word. He rolled his head back and let out a quiet groan as he felt the Demon's fingers toying with his cock, stroking his length back and forth and coaxing it to grow harder and harder. The boy's member soon reached half-mast, and that seemed to be enough. He could feel the Demon's shapely hands pumping his little cock, briefly making him moan and squirm with all the energy he could muster. Then, slowly, he felt one of the Demon's fingers travel downwards, sliding past his taint and probing between the cub's cheeks. He smeared his digits around until they met with the boy's tight little pink button, and he gave a few acceptable pushed and prods. |Patien>["Quite tight, aren't you? This should be interesting."] [[Continue.->Ending54]]

Satisfied, the creature grasped Sepfy's legs and spread him apart as the draconic Demon moved onto his knees. He leant forwards, pushing his hips up against the cub's body, and it was then that Sepfy looked down between his legs to see the beginnings of the creature's cock: a ribbed, knotted thing that came from a slit hidden between its legs. The Demon slid his hips back and prodded Sepfy's behind with his cock, sliding it around until he finally found the cub's pucker again. Nestling the tip of his member against the entrance, Patien spat into his hand and then smeared it around his cock, lubing it up, before pushing forwards. Unlike a canine's member, the head of his cock was wedged and pronounded, similar to that of a humanoid cock. Sepfy gritted his teeth and hissed out a quiet groan as the Demon slipped inside, the head of his cock popping in with little effort. The Demon sunk lower, and the ribs that lined the top of his member massaged the cub's behind as he plunged into him, making Sepfy shudder and sigh. |Patien>["That's it. Submit to me."] The Demon began to thrust, starting slow as first, but quickly gaining speed. His thrusts grew harder and harder rather quickly, bouncing his knot from the boy's behind as his hands forcibly gripped around his hips, holding him down. Sepfy's little member bounced up and down and quiet gasps escaped the cub's throat, his cheeks flushed. His back pushed against the jagged stairs and caused some discomfort, but it was numbed by the intoxicating feeling of pleasure and the prickle of desire. It was strange, having no energy to move whilst being violated in such an intense way. It was even stranger that he didn't even feel violated at all, but instead, he wanted it-- no, //craved// it. The force of his thrusts, the Demon's panting and the sounds of their lewd, wet sex seemed to only heighten the cub's arousal. [[Continue.->Ending55]]

He could feel the Demon thrusting faster and faster, getting rougher as time went on. Sepfy could only assume the Demon might be nearing his orgasm, and Sepfy knew he was nowehre close himself, his half-hard member limply flopping up and down. The Demon made no moves to pleasure him at all, instead focusing on its own lust. Its thrusts soon grew irregular, slowing down considerably as it switched to heavy, harder thrusts, attempting to force its knot into the cub's behind. Sepfy's muscles spasmed and clenched, but they were weak. He could feel the knot beginning to stretch him, growing dangerously close to tying with him completely. It only took a few more thrusts before the Demon pushed and slipped into the cub's behind, the knot passing his weakened muscles. Immediately, Sepfy's innards instinctively clenched, grasping around the Demon's cock. He could feel the warmth of the beast's throbs, and heard his groans of pleasure. Patien sighed, spent, and Sepfy weakly panted against the stairs, looking down at the glowing marks on his chest. |Patien>["And with that...the pact is done."] Patien leant forwards and traced his lips against the cub's chin, up to his mouth. He forced the boy into an envoloping kiss, and the Demon faded into a wisp of red smoke. He curled around the cub's neck in that wispy form and Sepfy felt a sudden weight against his neck. He reached down and felt the warmth of metal against his fingers. He traced his digits down until they met with a pendant, of some description, with a gleaming red jewel in the centre. |Patien>["I am yours to command, Sepfy...for a price, of course."] The words spoke into Sepfy's mind and the cub gulped, feeling his strength returning to him. He had a feeling he'd made an awful decision. [[Continue.->Ending56]]

Getting to his feet, Sepfy tugged on his garments, staggering across the room towards the runic circle. He stared across and spotted, at the far end, a small altar. There, sitting on its surface, was the Artefact, brimming with limitless magic and gleaming in the dark light of the green flames. Sepfy anxiously tip-toed around the pieces of Demon and Nox's body, reaching the end of the room. He grabbed the Artefact and made his way back across. He didn't want this to fall into the wrong hands, nor did he want to use it for himself. Selling it would no doubt mean it fell into the hands of nother horrid person. The only thing he could do was hide it, and destroying the relic was likely impossible. Nox's magic was undone, and he could comfortable move back through the mansion until he reached the lobby. From there, he stepped out into the cold night. |Patien>["Where to, master?"] "Anywhere but here." Sepfy whispered, heaving a sigh. With that, he stepped off into the night. It was over. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey is over.//]](set:$End to "5") [[Click here to continue.->GameOver]]

As soon as he was exposed, they fell upon him. Some of them took to groping his body and touching his nipples, whilst others thought it amusing to slap their variously shaped cocks onto his face, smearing them across his lips, prodding them into his ear holes or even against his eyes, obscuring all vision. He could feel some others of them grinding against his hands and sides, greedily grabbing and stroking his body from all angles. Then, he felt the warmth of hands against his cock as they roughly, greedily grabbed at his member and balls, giving them hard squeezes and tugs. They did little to stimulate him, but they seemed to enjoy touching him more than anything else. Then, suddenly, that rough handling of his package was replaced with the warm, sensation of a mouth. Sepfy couldn't even raise his head to see what was happening. Instead, he was just forced to deal with it. Their hands grew more frenzied as they begam to roam. He felt what he could only assume to be the Imp's cocks sliding between his toes, grinding against his paws whilst he felt violating fingers jamming under his cock, sliding between his cheeks to assault his behind. He could feel himself being moved and manhandled, rolled onto his side. He could feel them grasping and spreading his cheeks, even as he struggled. One of them lifted up his free leg, exposing his crotch and spreading his behind as well. One of them prodded at his mouth and he felt harsh fingers squeezing his jaw, forcing him to open up. Immediately, he could taste the flesh, the pulsing warmth of a cock in his mouth, and they were far from gentle. They began to relentlessly thrust and abuse his mouth as he smelled the overpowering scent of charcoal and sweat. [[Continue.->RandomEnd13]]

He could hear them, cackling and laughing as they abused him, and it didn't take long before he could feel the thickness of a cock pushing between his cheeks, the dry head forcing its way up towards his entrance. They sharply thrusted and penetrated him, and he scrunched up his eyes, whimpering. It seemed to simply get worse and worse. As two of the Imps violated either orifice, a 3rd rubbed and humped against his chest. After a moment, Sepfy could feel a trickle of something, a near-scalding warmth against his back. His nose began to pick up the scent, and he wrinkled his nose. It was urine. Not only were they violated them, but they were beginning to mark him. And it wasn't just one, but many. He soon began to feel streams from all sides, one of them hitting his face, another near his crotch, and one at his chest. A pool began to form under him that pressed against his cheek and he could feel the forced humps in either hole growing faster and faster. The thick pumping of the imp's member inside him was near-unbearable. He was sizeably thick and he found a pressure in his loins building that was somehow not familiar to him. Before he even realised what was happening, he began to feel a trickle leak from his member, and realised he was pissing himself. A whimper escaped his open maw as the tears trickled down his cheeks. The imp in front of him humped harder for a moment before suddenly stopping, pulling back. A thick spurt deposited into his mouth, followed by another, and then another. The imp emptied himself into the cub's mouth and, soon after, the one in his behind was beginning to slow down, and he felt the Imp's tiny throbs. He knew that he, too, had orgasmed. They pulled back, but in an instant, another one took their place. There was nothing Sepfy could do. Nox had won. He could hear him laughing in the background. [[Continue.->RandomEnd14]]

It went on for hours. Sepfy was violated, again and again, until he sat there limply and took it, breathing slowly. His behind was slightly gaped, oozing cum whilst his mouth was full of seed. His fur was caked in cum and urine and he sat in a little puddle as the last of the imps finally had their way with him. Eventually, they left, and he was on his own. He could hear footsteps approaching him, and he flicked his gaze up to see Nox standing over him, looking smug. |Nox>["See what happens when you mess with my, child? You're fodder for the imps now. Unless you think that you can serve me instead."] "Fuck you." Sepfy croaked, and a flash of anger crossed Nox's face, before he smoothed it over. The man turned and waved a hand. Sepfy saw, from the corners of his gaze, more Imps approaching. A groan escaped his lips. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey has come to an end.//]](set:$End to "Random1Lose") [[Click here to finish the game.->GameOver]]

Nox shifted on the spot, dropping his book to the floor as he pulled at the loose buttons that kept his robes together. The robes parted effortlessly as he unbuttoned himself, until he revealed the fullness of his front. Sepfy glared with narrow eyes, noticing that the reptile wore nothing under his robes but his simple boots and a pair of loose cloth shorts that, presumably, served as his underwear. Sepfy watched with wide eyes at Nox tugged at the string that held his cloth pants up, and once it loosened, those pants fell, revealing his humanoid member. The reptile was already at half-chub, and he seemed to enjoy the sight of Sepfy pinned down in front of him. Stepping forwards, Nox reached down to hold the base of his cock whilst the imps around him giggled and squirmed on the spot, apparently rather pleased with their new master. Sepfy knew what was coming, and he didn't like it. The man had done it once before, and this time was no different. For Nox, it was all just adding to the humiliation. After a few quiet moments, a trickle began to pour from the end of Nox's cock, splattering across Sepfy's stomach and chest, occasional droplets arcing up and hit the cub in the face. Nox urinated on him and Sepfy clamped his mouth shut and scrunched up his face as the reptile did so. He didn't even want to look at him. The Imps around them cackled in amusement as Nox humiliated the boy, marking him as one as of his own, whilst the cub whimpered and was unable to move. Nox made sure his steady stream hit all manner of places, from the cub's legs to his face. However, it wouldn't last forever: eventually, his stream died down, leaving the cub soaked in the man's piss. Nox seemed pleased. |Nox>["Time for the main event. Flip him, and strip him."] [[Continue.->RandomEnd22]]

Sepfy shook his head defiantly, but it was out of his control. The imps flipped him over and forced him onto his front as they picked and clawed as his body, ripping his clothes rather than elegantly removing them from him. He could feel them forcing his pants down and then growing frustated, resorting them simply tearing them, as if they weren't a little torn and dirty already. In a matter of minutes, with a flurry of claws and cackling laughs, Sepfy was naked, his clothes and armour laying in tatters around him. He could hear Nox moving into position behind him, but he couldn't see him. It appeared he didn't have to wait for long: after a few moments, he could feel the weight of the reptile's body pushing against his own. He saw Nox's hands propped either side of him and the cub whimpered and sniffled. It didn't take long for him to feel the thickness of Nox's erect cock sliding between his cheeks. A few imps stepped forwards, wildly jerking their own little cocks, reaching out to touch Sepfy's slightly piss-stained body, but Nox muttered a language that Sepfy didn't understand, and they backed off. The folf could only assume Nox wanted him all to himself. The reptile slid his hips back and Sepfy soon felt the villain's cock wedged between his clenching cheeks, probing and pushing against his entrance. He didn't wait for approval, nor did he provide any foreplay. Instead, he forced his way in, past Sepfy's tight ring and deep into his behind in a single, hard thrust. Sepfy let out a quiet gasp an hissed through his teeth, feeling the tears forming in his eyes as Nox forced himself down against the boy's body, sighing with pleasure. He leaned his head down, rocking his hips against Sepfy's behind a little. |Nox>["This is what you deserve for attempting to fight me."] [[Continue.->RandomEnd23]]

Nox began in on a series of hard, slow thrusts, pulling out almost all the way each time and slamming his hips forwards, his pelvis meeting Sepfy's cheek in a harsh, albeit muffled slap. Sepfy whimpered with every thrust, feeling Nox's cock pulsing within him, the folf's own inner walls spasming and squeezing around his cock. Nox reached out a hand and pushed it against Sepfy's head, pressing his face against the ground as he thrust into him. Nox muttered to himself, but Sepfy couldn't hear what he was saying. Even if he could, it was likely something degrading, something to turn the vile reptile on. Sepfy scrunched up his eyes and whimpered to himself, his breathing heavy and his teeth gritted. He clenched his jaw so tight that is almost hurt. His toes curled and his hands balled into fists. The reptile's thrusts soon began to speed up, swapping from hard, powerful thrusts into moderately speedy humps, his pelvis pushing into Sepfy's behind and making the boy's cheeks jiggle. The man began to pant and groan to himself, and Sepfy prayed that the reptile would be done soon. The man thrust harder and faster, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, until finally, it was over. He pushed his hips forwards and a sigh escaped his lips. Sepfy felt the twitching and throbbing in his behind, knowing that the man had orgasmed into him. He sniffled to himself and kept his eyes closed. Slowly, he felt fingers curling around his hair, and he was suddenly drabbed upwards. He had to arch his back and he propped himself up with his hands, gasping in pain as Nox gripped him by his mop of black hair. The reptile traced the cub's throat with a finger and muttered something dark and sordid. Sepfy soon felt the heavy weight of something around his neck. He reached up to feel what it was. A collar. [[Continue.->RandomEnd24]]

"N-No...what have you...?" Sepfy whispered, his eyes wide, tears trickling down his cheeks. A collar. He knew what that was, or at least what it represented. |Nox>["The price you pay for your rebellious nature, foolish brat. You're a slave to me now, and I'll remind you that stepping out of line will very quickly end in your demise."] "Then...just kill me, asshole." Sepfy gritted his teeth, breathing harshly through them. He didn't want to serve anyone, let along this rapist, this horrid man. Nox chuckled quietly. |Nox>["That would be too easy, wouldn't it?"] He let go of Sepfy's hair and the folf fell forwards, propping himself up with his hands. He breathed heavy, wiping his eyes, sniffling quietly to himself. He felt Nox slip back, and the reptile began to speak to his impish suborindates, telling them to get the nearby villages under control. Sepfy hung his head, used and dejected. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve this fate. Perhaps life was just cruel. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey has come to an end.//]](set:$End to "Random2Lose") [[Click here to finish the game.->GameOver]]

As it drew closer, Sepfy could see it better. It was mostly skin with a little bit of scales: its feet ended in hooves, but its hands ended in draconic claws with dexterous fingers. A shaggy collection of fur sat upon its chest and a thick, winding tail dragged across the cross. Atop its head sat a number of large horns, and its eyes glowed red in the dark light. Sepfy caught a brief glimpse of his member, and only a few words came to his mind: //'too big'//. Sepfy ducked out from his hiding spot and tried to run, but his legs suddenly stopped working, and he froze in place. When he turned his head, he saw the demon holding up a hand, the wisps of magic at his fingertips. It was the beasts doing; he was controlling his body. The Demon stepped closer and scooped Sepfy up off the ground, holding him underneath his armpit in one large, meaty hand. The Demon was a good 20 foot tall, at least 4, maybe even 5 times the size of Sepfy himself. It held Sepfy in its grip like some sort of toy, and the folf stared between his own dangling legs to see the Demons peculiar cock begin to harden. He knew what it wanted. Its member was odd, length and penis-shaped with a number of exotic ridges lining its surface. The head of its cock was angular and shaped like a humanoid member, but a number of bumps lined the edge of its glans. Along either side of its length sat elaborate ribs and ridges, leading into a simple base with no knot. Sepfy didn't want to dare think what it would feel like inside of him, but from the way the Demon picked at his clothing, he got the impression that it was going to happen. The beast pulled at his clothes and they tore easily under his large fingers, until there was barely anything left of his lower garments. The demon brought its fingers to its mouth and slathered his tongue around one of his digits, covering it in slimy spit. Sepfy resisted the urge to gag. [[Continue.->RandomEnd32]]

The Demon lowered its thick claws digits, and slid its slimy finger between Sepfy's cheeks. The folf instinctively pressed his legs together, but that didn't seem to deter the creature in the slightest, and Sepfy soon felt the finger forcing its way into him, spreading his behind. Its finger was as thick as a cock, but considerably more dexterous. He could feel the spit-covered finger flexing and curling inside of him, and the mere sensation of it made Sepfy squirm and shudder, a grunt of discomfort escaping his lips. He knew the Demon wasn't trying to pleasure him: such an act from an obscene beast seemed rather out of place. Instead, Sepfy merely assumed the creature wanted to lube him up nicely for the main event. It seemed his deductions were true, as after only a few moments, the Demon slid its digit from the cub's behind, leaving him slightly gaped and lubed up. The creature's thick, rigid member bobbed between its legs and Sepfy soon felt the thick head of its cock pushing against his behind, pressing against his ring. The cub whimpered again, but his protests were futile. The Demon pulled Sepfy down onto his cock, and the cub's ass was stretched far beyond its limit. The cub felt nothing but a searing pain spreading across his cheeks and up and spine, making him cry out in pain and discomfort. The Demon cared little for his wellbeing and sunk deeper, it's thick, girthy cock stretching him either more as the head of its member popped into the folf's ass and sunk deeper. Sepfy's innards spasmed and clenched, gripping like a vice as he tried his best to fight through the pain. The Demon let out a groaning rumble and Sepfy felt the thick pulses of the Demon's cock within him, no doubt adding plentiful pre-cum to his spit-soaked insides. The folf's inner walls continued to clench as the Demon sunk deeper and deeper. Sepfy couldn't even begin to guess how big the cock was, but the Demon was already meeting resistance when he was only halfway into the boy's cock, and Sepfy was already growing a prominent bulge in his stomach from the large insertion. [[Continue.->RandomEnd33]]

Sepfy wondered, for a moment, if he would die here. Yet, the Demon pulled back when he encountered resistance and forced his cock into the unwilling boy's behind again, but continued to stop at the halfway mark, when he felt the beginnings of Sepfy's body pushing back against his member. Perhaps it was the creature's own natural instinct that caused him to pull back, or maybe the Demon was remarkably intelligent and saw fit to keep the cub alive. Despite that comforting thought that he might not die, Sepfy still raced considerable discomfort and pain, his innards spasming and squeezing, his cock limply hanging between his legs, his toes curled tightly as he tried his best to endure, unable to really fight back otherwise. The Demon's thrusts were slow and methodical, but it seemed to suit the creature just fine, who groaned and hissed with every other thrust. Sepfy could feel a pressure in his insides, unfamiliar to the usual pressure equated to an orgasm, and he soon realised what it was. The sheer thickness of the cock pushing against his prostate made his body react accordingly, and Sepfy soon began to tremble. A trickle of urine flowed from the end of his tiny cock, dribbling down his balls and leaking onto the Demon's cock, dripping down to the floor below. Sepfy whimpered from both the humiliation and the sensation, but the Demon continued as if the boy urinating himself didn't matter at all. After a minute or two, the Demon began to grunt with increased intensity, subtly pushing its hips forward as it used Sepfy like a living fleshlight. Pre-cum oozed from the end of his cock and squelched in the cub's behind, leaking around the Demon's length and dripping out of the cub's ass and onto the floor. The bulging in the boy's stomach grew more prominent as the Demon's lust drove him to thrust just a little deeper. Suddenly, his thrusts began to pick up, growing faster and faster over time. He bounced Sepfy atop his cock, sliding the cub's body up and down. The folf had long since finished urinating and was now left a slightly limp, whimpering mess, his innards used and abused. [[Continue.->RandomEnd34]]

The Demon began to irregularly thrust, and Sepfy knew the creature was reaching his peak. The boy huffed through his nose and whimpered quietly to himself as he felt the bulging in his stomach grow more intense. Then, suddenly, the creature stopped. A sigh escaped the beast's lips and Sepfy suddenly felt a jolt inside of him, a surge of energy that made him lift his head up. His eyes glowed and a gasp escaped his lips. He felt power. Inexplicable, limitless power, and it felt like his own. He didn't have this kind of magic. It was something else. He stared down at his stomach to see the warm pulsing of the Demon's cock against his belly, and he reached down to stroke the firmness of the bulge, much to the creature's delight. The magic was intoxcating, and it didn't seem to fade. A smile creased Sepfy's lips as the Demon pulled back, sliding from the cub's behind and leaving him gaped and used. The demon admired Sepfy for a moment, before unceremoniously dropping him onto the floor, leaving him panting tiredly in a small puddle of cum. The Demon stepped away, shaking the ground as he went. Sepfy slowly sat up and felt the magic at his fingertips. Was this the Demon's doing? A reward for his 'service', or a byproduct of their pairing? He heard the clicking of boots nearby and Sepfy raised his head, seeing Nox standing over him. He must have been watching the whole time. |Nox>["Intoxicating, isn't it? Consider yourself lucky to have the gift of being consumated by a Demon God."] Sepfy frowned to himself. So, this new magic was from a God, and a demonic one no less. He curled his fist. [[Continue.->RandomEnd35]]

|Nox>["Join me, child, and we can rule with world together. With our power, we'll be unstoppable."] Sepfy got to his feet, staggering a little. His clothes were ruined, leaving nothing but a 'shawl', a tattered portion of his leather armour wrapped around his shoulders and some of his arms, with a small portion draped along his back like a cape. He stared at Nox, the glowing in his eyes fading. "How cliché," Sepfy muttered to himself. "I'd rather see you die." Sepfy raised his hand, and Nox looked worried for a moment. The folf twisted his wrist and clenched his fingers. There was a rumble, before a spike erupted from the earth, sliding directly up underneath the reptile's robe. It impaled up and he hung there in the air, gurgling. The tip of the spike pointed from the reptile's mouth. Sepfy turned from him, staggering across the room and scooping up what looked to be a loincloth on the floor, no doubt from one of the vile creatures that had left the room earlier. He tied it around his waist and looked down at his hands. He felt numb. Uncaring. Unfeeling. He didn't even know what he was anymore. Something more than a mortal, more than folf. He took in a deep breath. He was wrong. He could feel one thing. Hatred. (css: "font-size: 30px;")[(text-colour: green)[//Sepfy's journey has come to an end.//]](set:$End to "Random3Lose") [[Click here to finish the game.->GameOver]]