He lost track of the time before long. Countless orgasms wracked his body, broken up only by the ever-intensifying electrotorture that left him longing for the pleasure of the tormenting milkers. It was hardly even pleasurable as his balls were forced to cum over and over, at a pace far exceeding even a dragon’s impressive stamina. So sore were his testicles that the pain throbbed in his entire groin. His cock ached and burned from the cilia that continued to torture his shaft. His hole felt ruined and on fire, although his pucker remained just as tight as it always had, just as the monster had promised. And it was not merely sensitive areas that hurt. His nipples were raw from the incessant and unfruitful suction. His arms and legs ached from pulling against his restraints. Every one of his toes had been sucked many times over now by the foot leech, which gave each of his extremities a long turn before moving onto the next – as though waiting for the sweat to build up on each before harvesting its prize. And all his nerves were perpetually distressed by the constant sessions of electroshock punishment.
All the while, the slug whispered words into his mind, teasing and taunting and degrading him. Its authority weighed on the dragon like a heavy iron ball, pressing his sweat-soaked back deeper and deeper into the body of the creature. With every orgasm, with every torture break, he felt himself slip a little deeper. His Light faded, drained in every spurt of seed that was milked from his member. The void called to him once more, pulling him down, inviting him to surrender to the Darkness.
He had no idea how long it had been, how many times the tentacles had violated him and stolen his ever-dwindling essence. And yet, despite his unfathomable torture, Polaris resisted.
It was barely enough of a struggle to even constitute the word, really. Just an occasional pull of his wrist, or a feeble flick of his toe against the sucker when it tried to hop between his extremities, or a lust-muddled moan of defiance into his gag when the voice commanded him to surrender. But he did not surrender. However small his resistance, the dragon kept it alive. Kept his Light alive. There was hardly any left in him now; just a flicker of a candle’s flame compared to the sun which had burned in him before.
The monster, though amused at first, had soon grown spiteful of the Paladin’s refusal to give in.
“FOOLISH LIZARD, ” it scolded him. “WHY DO YOU DENY YOUR FATE SO? ”
Too far beyond exhausted to form a response, the Paladin merely put all his focus into a hateful glare at the monster.
This, however, only seemed to enrage it. “ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES! YOU WILL BREAK, PALADIN. YOU. WILL. BREAK! ”
As it finished, Polaris felt the tentacle in his anus suddenly pull out from his hole entirely, leaving its residual fluids to drip from the tight opening. The relief only lasted a second before the appendage rammed back into him with more speed than it ever had, breaking through his hole all over again with aggressive ferocity. It immediately pulled all the way out again before pushing its way in once more. In and out, in and out, each time leaving him fully before digging for his prostate again. It pounded his ass with such fervor that his entire body shook from every impact. He cried out weakly into the gagging tendril, feeling his hole getting wrecked in a horrible new way. The “non-stretching” promise of the creature had turned malicious, and it was using its own assurance as a weapon to cause him pain.
But it did not stop there. The milker tightened around his cock, the cilia lining it scrubbing viciously at his shaft, trying to eek every iota of forced pleasure out of his hyperstimulated member. In his urethra, the tiny tendril whirled around inside him, teasing his tube with terrible triggers. His balls were gripped by the four petal-lips of the milker, their own surfaces dancing vigorously over his scrotum. The fondling tentacle now slapped painfully at his testes, as if to hammer the seed out of them.
His nipples were suckled harder than ever, his feet drenched in licks from tentacles. Each sensation somehow amplified tenfold, each torment worse than the last.
And then, as if to truly finalize his torture, to break the vestiges of his spirit without question: the electroshocks started again. More intense than ever, and now at the same time as the milking and penetration. Pain and painful pleasure, shaking his poor abused body, driving him closer and closer to the edge on which he was already teetering.
“Light, I am sorry,” he whispered, the words lost in his gag. He could stand it no longer. The final dregs of his sanity were seconds away from being sucked out of him. Still he clung on for one moment more, because tenacity was all he knew. When faced with the incessant cruelties of a society that hated him, that stubborn hope remained his sole armor against the Darkness. And so, even as his physical limit was at last to be reached, his mind erected one last pitiful defense.
“I… shall… not… yield,” he screamed into the void, pulling himself back from the edge for just one more second before his body would give way and fall. He closed his eyes. I shall not… I shall not….
“You shall not have him! ”
The voice boomed in his ears, shaking him to his core. The voice? For a moment, he thought it a mere hallucination, a desperate manifestation of his mind’s will to ease his descent into the Darkness. His eyes remained shut, focused only on the torturous sensations assaulting his battered body.
But then he heard another sound: the clangor of metal, followed by a ferocious roar. Polaris’ eyes snapped open when he felt the body of the slug suddenly twist and bend below him. The tentacles holding him went limp, as did the ones that had been abusing his form. Its green tendrils lost their glow, the electricity sparking before dying out with a final crackle.
“NO! ” the slug’s voice screeched, as a figure at last came into focus standing over him. White striped fur, a body almost as brawny as Polaris’, a hard look in his icy blue eyes. His familiar gladius was clutched in one hand, his phalanx shield raised in his other. The blade was impaled directly through the body of the slug.
And its owner was none other than the Knight-Commander of the Paladins himself.
“FOOL!! THIS IS NOT OVER! ” cried the monster as it reared back, loosening its grip on Polaris in the process. With nothing supporting him now, the dragon began to slip off the side of the damaged beast, some of the tentacles still attached to him breaking away in the process.
Before he could hit the ground, the Commander threw his shield aside to catch Polaris in one arm as he withdrew his sword and sliced two of the slug’s appendages clean off with his blade arm. The beast roared in agony, spewing slime all over both of their bodies.
“Incorrect,” spoke the Knight-Commander, unfazed by the spray, his voice steady with confidence. “You have been purged. Now, return to the Darkness from which you came, and begone !” With a final flourish, he raised his gladius once more and brought it down upon the head of the slug, stabbing it clean through its brain.
A horrible wail boomed in their heads, clawing like daggers against their skulls. “WE WILL REMEMBER, AND WE WILL RETURN TO PUNISH BOTH OF YOU FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS! ” the voice screamed. Already, however, its potency was fading, and the slug’s body had begun to melt into a pool of slime.
“YOUR LIGHT WILL BE CONSUMED! ” it warned them, the last of its hateful energy dissipating as its form dissolved before them. “YOU WILL… BE… OURS! ”
The voice in their heads vanished with the remainder of its gelatinous form turning into a puddle of purple. For a moment, the two warriors merely stared at it and panted, Polaris gripped tightly in the vice of the Commander’s left arm.
The dragon’s hazy mind reeled; was this a hallucination of the slug, meant to weaken his resolve and torture him psychologically with an escape fantasy? Was another beast about to take its place and apprehend both of them, subjecting them to the same fate for eternity? He glanced over at the Commander, the tiger’s stern eyes revealing nothing of his thoughts. Was he real? How had he come to find Polaris? Why did he come to find Polaris?
As soon as the Knight-Commander had ascertained the beast’s demise, he immediately turned his attention to the dragon. His expression and demeanor completely changed as he lowered the tortured warrior to the ground, still keeping one arm under him. “Polaris, my friend,” he spoke quickly, his eyes suddenly flush with concern. A scent of lavender-washed fur accented by a light musk filled the dragon’s snout. “By the Light, what have they done to you, good Polaris?”
The dragon, just cognizant enough to feel terribly ashamed and embarrassed at the attention, struggled weakly against the Knight-Commander’s grip. He still was not convinced this was real. And even if it was, the last thing he wanted was for the Commander himself to be fussing over him like a wounded puppy.
“I-I-I am… f-f-fine,” he slurred, the words a hoarse whisper against the silence of the cavern and their beating hearts. So accustomed to the sensation of the gag was he that Polaris almost forgot how to speak.
The tiger frowned at him, laying a hand upon the dragon’s breast, seemingly unfazed by his lack of clothing and the massive black penis twitching with a full erection not far from his face. His eyes glowed for a second as a basic divination spell coursed through his palm. “No, Polaris, you are not fine. Your Light is nearly spent, and your body has been driven well past its limit of tolerance. I will do what I can now. Then we must get you to a healer immediately.”
“P-please… d-do not w-waste your energy on m-me….” Polaris implored.
The stern look returned momentarily to the Knight-Commander’s eyes. “You will accept this treatment. That is an order, Paladin.”
A protest died in the dragon’s throat when the warmth of a healing spell suddenly spread through his body. He gasped and felt the rejuvenating glow blossom through him, pushing away the worst of the pains and exhaustion like a cleansing river. The electricity burns, the overstimulated skin rubbed raw, the almighty throbbing in his groin – they faded to little more than a dull ache. All the while, the Knight-Commander gripped him in his strong arms, his powerful presence as much a comfort as the restorative magic flowing into the dragon.
It was not perfect, and it did little to relieve the internal pains from the creature’s abuse. His rear still felt as though it had been hit with a hammer; he doubted that he would be walking normally for some time. His balls and urethra likewise continued to burn. But as the spell faded and the Knight-Commander looked him over once again, Polaris at last felt a fraction of his mind return to him.
“Commander, Sir,” the dragon panted. “T-thank you, I –”
“Shhh,” the tiger hushed him, moving the hand from his chest to the top of Polaris’ head. Then, much to the dragon’s surprise, he began to slowly stroke his hairless crown. “You’re safe now, Polaris. I am here.” The words were soft and gentle, like a warm blanket cast over him. “You’re safe.”
Polaris felt embarrassed to be the center of so much attention, and from his superior no less. His eyes inspected the kneeling tiger, outfitted in his usual light attire. Two simple leather wrist bracers adorned his bare arms, his big four-toed feet wrapped in leather sandals. A battle-skirt covered his waist, while his torso remained mostly bare, save a few straps connecting to a singular pauldron. His impressive musculature and smooth white chest were therefore on full display, accentuated by a red cloak wrapped around his neck and sprawled out behind him. On his head rested a helmet with a bright scarlet crest.
“S-Sir, I… I am so sorry – I failed you,” Polaris said, the words tumbling out from his mouth while tears welled up in his eyes. Shame filled him as the full gravity of the situation dawned on him. “You entrusted Sir Nillus’ rescue to me, a-and I failed you.”
“Failed?” the Knight-Commander asked, a soft smile blooming on his face. “On the contrary, good Polaris, you performed your duty to perfection.” He gently rubbed the top of the dragon’s head. “Nillus told me everything. He was able to escape solely thanks to you sacrificing all of your remaining energy into fortification magic. With his report, I understood precisely what the threat was, and so I knew to prepare my blade with a special mollusc extract beforehand.” He paused his stroking only to look the dragon directly in the eye. “Had we lacked this vital information, we surely would have lost more of our number to that beast. So again, you have my thanks as Commander for a duty performed beyond any expectation.”
Polaris dared not dissent with his superior to say that he should not have been captured himself. But before he could speak, the Commander looked away and continued, “You… also have my personal thanks, for rescuing Nillus and sparing him this….” he indicated the dragon’s body with his big hand, trailing off before finding his words again. “You see, it is not common knowledge, and so I would appreciate it if this remains untold, but Nillus is actually my adopted son.”
The dragon’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, Sir… I was not aware.”
He smiled lightly at Polaris. “Then the secret is well kept. It is important that I maintain equitable treatment of all warriors under my command, and so any familial connection is best left undisclosed.” His expression darkened for a moment. “Though I worried for him immensely when he did not report in from this mission, I feared that if I had volunteered to investigate myself, my direct involvement would have drawn suspicion and potential claims of biased treatment. So, I sent you in my stead, for I trusted in your competency above all others. I realize now that this was a deeply selfish mistake, and for that, I apologize.”
Polaris hurried to say, “N-no, Sir, the blame is not yours at all, please do not burden yourself so!”
The tiger shook his head, slowly lowering the dragon back against the wall of the cavern so that he could stretch his own body out next to him. He kept an arm wrapped around Polaris’ shoulder, that hand now rubbing a soothing pattern into his chest while his other gripped Polaris’ palm. Polaris was acutely aware of the fact that he was still fully nude and erect before his Commander, whose light armor left much of his own body exposed. The smell of Polaris’ profuse sweat mixed with the tiger’s own subtle musk, filling the cave with a distinctly masculine aroma.
“No, it is. I should have realized that your unnaturally strong Light would make you a tempting victim for creatures of Darkness. That is precisely why solo missions are best left to those with less Light, such as Nillus.” Whether or not he was intending it, as he massaged the dragon’s chest, his claw seemed to find its way to Polaris’ hyperstimulated nipple. The contact was sending a now-familiar heat to the Guardian’s groin, but he did not know how to warn the Commander of this when he was so deep in serious conversation. “In a way, Nillus’ own lack of Light meant that the creature had little reason to… ‘torment’ him… for long. Indeed, he spent most of his time here unconscious, a trap for his comrades who would inevitably come searching for him.”
Trying to ignore the pleasure from his nipple, Polaris asked quietly, “Then, he did not suffer long, Sir?”
The Commander shook his head. “No. Unlike… unlike you, good Polaris.” His hand tightened around Polaris’ in a comforting squeeze. “I cannot begin to fathom the tortures you have suffered here, both physical and mental. I do know that you have been held here for over two days, and it seems your treatment has been incessant since then.” He turned to face the dragon fully. “I am astounded that you clung onto your Light, even through all of this. I know of few who could claim such a feat, and fewer still who could accomplish it. I certainly could not.”
“N-no, Sir, I am certain you could,” Polaris protested. “If one so inconsequential and worthless as I could withstand this, then –”
“Do not say such things,” the Commander interrupted fiercely. His hand squeezed the dragon’s pectoral muscle in his sudden anger. “You always speak so lowly of your own existence. Calling yourself ‘worthless’ and ‘inconsequential’; refusing medical attention to be ‘wasted’ on you; putting Nillus’ escape above your own safety; claiming that you failed your duty.” He stared with stern eyes at the Paladin. “Tell me, Polaris: why do you not care for yourself?”
The question caught him completely off guard. He had never even considered that how he felt about himself might be unwarranted, because none had ever told him so. Instinctively, he began to recite the words uttered to him countless times. “I am a dragon, and dragons exist in civilized society only by the grace of the other, superior races to serve them.”
“No,” the tiger stopped him, his claw still digging into Polaris’ nipple. “Your existence belongs to none but you. It is yours and yours alone, and you have no less right to it than any other creature of the Light.”
Polaris stared at his Commander in awe, eyes watering. “S-Sir….” he began. “I am unworthy –”
“No, you are worthy,” the tiger emphasized. “You understand that sacrifice is a necessary part of duty as a Paladin; that is good. But ‘sacrifice’ does not mean you must loathe your existence, merely to appease those who do not know you.”
The dragon had no idea what to say. Moreover, however, the pressure on his nipple was creating a mounting pressure in another location. The lingering effects of the monster’s nectar on his sensitivity to stimuli seemed to be as potent as ever. “S-Sir,” he started, trying to warn his superior.
“Besides,” continued the Commander, a hint of a smile returning to his face. “It would be a waste of your skills for you to remain subservient to the whims of ignorant fools, who would hold you back from making your mark on the world.”
When he spoke those words, as if on cue, the rush of heat in Polaris’ groin reached a crescendo. He gasped and yelped as his twitching erection suddenly spurted forth a jet of hot semen – directly onto the Knight-Commander. The dragon watched in horror as each rope of his load fell onto the tiger’s bare chest, onto his battle-skirt, onto his sandaled toes. It landed on his own body, too, coating both of them in a sticky seminal surprise.
“B-by the Light, Sir, I-I am so sorry,” Polaris sputtered in horror, as the Commander stared blankly at the liquid now covering his body. The tiger slowly released his grip on the dragon, using his hands to finger a few drops of the seed that landed on his white chest. “Oh, Light, what have I done – I am sorry, Sir, truly, I am so ashamed –”
Loud, booming laughter split the air then, cutting the Paladin’s string of apologies short. Polaris stared in surprise at his Commander, who was chuckling more heartily than the dragon thought possible for such a serious man. “S-Sir?” he asked cautiously, wincing at the volume of the hysterics. He failed to see what was so humorous about this disgraceful situation.
At last, the Commander’s amusement died down enough for him to breathe normally. He wiped a tear from his eye and said, “Well. You certainly took my advice to heart, good Polaris. Though I meant more of a figurative mark than a literal one.” He chuckled a bit more before he lay a hand on a clean part of the dragon’s chest, his expression softening. “Don’t worry about it, my friend. You’ve been through more than enough today; you are entitled to a ‘happy’ little accident.” The teasing tone did not quite leave his voice, and Polaris blushed profusely at the words, still feeling humiliated that he ejaculated on his Commander.
The tiger’s eyes moved down his body, as though inspecting his nude form for the first time. “Speaking of what you’ve been through. You are under no obligation to do so if you aren’t ready, but, did you wish to discuss what happened to you here?” His tone was gentle, and he quickly added, “I don’t wish for you to relive any trauma. I just want you to know that I will always be here to listen. Torture can leave deep scars, but I and others are here to support you. All you need do is ask.”
Polaris was touched by the sentiment. Never before had anyone shown him such kindness. Still, instinct was hard to defeat, and he found himself saying, “Thank you, Sir, but I could never waste your time on such a frivolity as my health.”
The Commander shot him a disappointed look. “I see we still have much work to do on that front,” he muttered. Then, with a sigh, he rubbed the dragon’s chest again and said, “I caught a momentary glimpse of your plight when I arrived here, which I believe explains the current state of your genitals and heightened sensitivity.” He shook his head. “I am truly sorry, Polaris. This must have been extraordinarily difficult for you. But know that I am proud of you, and that I will personally ensure your well-being, no matter what decision you make.”
Polaris went from embarrassed at the mention of his member to confused at the Commander’s final words. “I am sorry, Sir – ‘decision’?”
The tiger looked at him. “Your decision for the future. I would not blame you if you decided that this was too much. Although your resolve is strong, I am not arrogant enough to assume that you’d still want to serve under a man who intentionally sent you into such a dangerous situation. And I would never force you to remain out of any obligation to the Order. So, I leave the decision to you. If you wish to leave the Paladins, you shall do so gracefully and with my blessing. Or, if you choose to remain, then I shall be grateful and fortunate enough to serve with such a brave and loyal warrior by my side.”
This was not what Polaris had been expecting at all. His immediate instinct was to tell the Commander that he would stay, that of course he wished to remain a Paladin. But, out of respect for the tiger’s wisdom, he paused. Considering what he had just been through, he knew it would take time before he recovered from the torturous experience – if he ever truly did. The feel of the tentacles on his skin and in his body, the electricity burning through his scales, were not sensations he could forget. Even just thinking about how his cock had been milked sent a shiver down his spine. He had lost something in this place, something that he could never reclaim.
But when all was said and done… tenacity was the one thing he ever truly had for himself. More than that, the Knight-Commander believed he was worthy, and even if he did not share that belief, he trusted in the tiger.
“I shall remain,” he said, and he never meant it more than he did then.
The Commander smiled. “I’m glad, Polaris,” he said, patting the dragon on the thigh. In response, his still-erect cock twitched involuntarily. “Oh, my apologies, don’t want to make you leave your mark on me twice in a day,” he said, removing his hand with a light chuckle and igniting a profuse blush on Polaris’ snout. “Speaking of, let me go gather your armor.”
“Oh, Sir, you need not do that,” Polaris said, struggling to stand up, but the Knight-Commander pushed him back down.
“Stay,” he ordered, and proceeded to pick up the pieces of the dragon’s shield and discarded plates. “Unfortunately, I can’t advise you to put on armor when your penis is aroused like that, so I’ll hang onto this until we get that sorted out,” he said plainly.
Though he dearly wanted to protest, Polaris said, “Yes Sir.”
As the tiger’s sandals squelched around in the slime on the ground, he added, “This cursed jelly is all betwixt my toes. When we return, I look forward to a long, warm bath. Would you do me the honor of joining?”
Polaris’ jaw nearly dropped. Bathing, with the Commander? It had been proposed so casually, yet to the dragon, it was an impossibly tall offer.
“S-Sir, I am unworthy –” he started, before catching himself. “I mean… you wish to do so with me ?”
“That is what I said,” the Commander confirmed, lifting the last of the dragon’s boots and sticking it into a bag that he heaved onto his shoulder. “Respectfully, you are in quite dire need of a bath yourself, and I promise to take extra care in washing you thoroughly.”
Polaris imagined the muscular tiger sitting with him in the warm steam of a bathhouse, his armor gone, his massive body stripped of armor and exposed in all its glory. His giant hands slowly massaging hot water over his back, his chest, his feet, his other areas. The dragon was never one to linger on lewd imagery, but this hyperstimulation of his cock was sending his mind into a confused mess. Fool; this is your Commander, and you are his subordinate. Banish the thought.
Blushing, he inhaled deeply to calm his beating heart and said, “I… I would be honored. Thank you, Sir.”
The Knight-Commander smiled. “Excellent. Then, let us leave this dark place for good, and turn our minds to the comfort of home.” Before Polaris could protest, he bent down and lifted the dragon onto his back, wrapping his scaled legs around the tiger’s waist and pulling his arms around his shoulders to his chest.
Though Polaris preferred the autonomy of walking himself, he was grateful this time, because the pain in his rear was still too much to bear his full weight. However, he remained acutely aware and ashamed of the throbbing erection pulsating between his groin and his Commander’s back.
Apparently, so did the Commander, who said with a wink, “Do give me a warning if you find yourself shooting another mark. It’s surprisingly tricky to get out of fur, you know.”
As they left the nightmarish cavern behind, Polaris gave the slime pool one final look. The source of so much suffering and torture, now reduced to a mere puddle of gel. It amazed him how close he had been to surrendering his Light there. It perhaps amazed him more that he had not.
And for once, it amazed him that someone cared enough to carry him out from the jaws of hell and make him look forward to something as simple as a bath.
“Sir?” Polaris breathed, feeling his consciousness slip away as the rhythm of his Commander’s breathing and the scent of their joined musk lulled him into a comfortable trance.
“Yes, my friend?” asked the tiger. His voice was soft, confident, gentle. For the first time in a very long while, Polaris felt truly safe.
The Paladin closed his eyes. “Thank you for saving me.”