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The danger of a dungeon informs the value of its rewards. The proceeds from the homunculus alone were enough for Aphelios to commission this modest construction, far from civilization, where he could live more safely and comfortably.
Safe and comfortable were currently off the table as Sett paces around the main room, hand on one hip, taking in Aphelios’ new home. Aphelios stands in the corner, near the door, arms crossed. He’s ready to bolt at the smallest sign of danger, his cunt throbbing in anticipation. Sett is wearing nothing but his loincloth, as usual, and it barely covers his heavy cock, the head peeking out naughtily from under the scrap of cloth. Satisfied with his inspection, Sett turns back to Aphelios.
”Can’t help but notice the bed is a little small, that hurts babe,” he teases, sauntering over. Aphelios tenses, pressing himself against the wall.
”I don’t need a larger bed.”
Sett leans over him, grinning.
“I’ll buy you a bigger one once this one breaks,” Sett offers, his words carrying a promise of future fuckings. Before he can continue teasing Aphelios, his eyes land on something: a small sigil, carved into the back of the door. He frowns, eyes darkening. Sett whips his head around and looks at the two windows in the room, spotting a similar sigil carved on the frames.
He grabs one of Aphelios’ wrists, pinning him to the wall. He then reaches out and grabs his cunt, grinding the heel of his hand against Aphelios’ fat clit. Aphelios cries out and tries to struggle, kicking at Sett’s legs.
“You naughty little bitch,” Sett growls, clearly pissed off. “Seriously? You’re trying to keep me out?” He retracts his groping hand, only to stuff it down the front of Aphelios’ pants, grabbing his pussy over his underwear, pushing his fingers up against his wet little hole. Aphelios grabs Sett’s arm in an effort to pull his arm out, but the Incubus has always been so much stronger, and his hold is implacable.
”It-it’s a precaution,” Aphelios stammers. “Against imps and goblins and-“
”And me,” Sett snarls. He leans down to lick along Aphelios’ neck, covering it in his slimy incubus slobber. Aphelios’ eyes widen, he feels Sett’s fingers wrap around his undergarment, and he rips it off. Sett stuffs two fingers into Aphelios’ drooling cunt, and Aphelios sobs, squeezing his legs together in an effort to obstruct his assailant.
“You’re such a whore,” Sett jeers like usual, but his face is completely devoid of a smile. He’s well and truly angry, and he’s taking it out on Aphelios’ cunny. “Tell you what I’m going to do: I’m going to destroy your little cunt, and then I’ll fuck your asshole open, and then- FUCK!”
Sett jumps back, tearing his hand from Aphelios’ cunt. He immediately scrambles back, putting more distance between himself and Sett, until he sees what caused the incubus’ sudden exclamation. Latched onto his leg is a tiny creature, biting down with such ferocity that warm blood trickles from the wound. Sett tries to kick it off, but it holds fast, only releasing its hold as the incubus stumbles out of the cottage. Before he can turn around and come back in, the tiny creature slams the door shut. The security sigils glow faintly, a sign that they are activated. Sett slams his fist on the door, shaking it with the force of the impact. He pounds once, twice, before ceasing.
”Just you wait Mooncake,” he shouts. “This won’t do shit to stop me from breeding you.”
Aphelios can make out the sound of Sett’s wings beating, the flaps growing fainter and fainter. By the time they’re gone, he’s left in silence alongside the little creature. Now that the immediate threat is gone, he can better study his unexpected saviour. The creature is a tiny humanoid covered in spiky brown fur, only about as tall as Aphelios’ own outstretched palm. It has a pair of large golden eyes with big, round, black pupils, and the fur around its mouth is stained red with Sett’s blood. Its arms and legs are skinny, topped with almost comically large hands and feet. It has a thin tail that whips at the floor below it, ending with a sizable tuft of fur. Upon its head sits a conical red hat, but the creature is entirely nude apart from that. Aphelios is relieved to not see a penis or whatever dangling between its legs.
The little thing does a curtsy, before scrambling over to the crate where Aphelios stores his food. It stands at the base of it, turning its big yellow eyes back to Aphelios. He gets the message, unable to stop himself from smiling at the endearing display. He pulls out a jar of dried fruits and nuts, passing the creature a handful. The little thing squeals with delight, before scurrying off and squeezing under a lifted-up floorboard.
That wasn’t a thing before, Aphelios thinks. That must be how it got in.
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The next few days pass peacefully. The little creature pops out every now and then to beg for food, and in exchange it cleans around the home. It uses its tail to dust, and its large hands to wipe things down with a rag. It keeps the drawers organised, re-shelves stray books, does the dishes, everything. And when it gets hungry, it absolutely demolishes fruits and berries. Aphelios feels a pang of fondness whenever he looks at his little helper, his heart warming at the thought that such an innocent little creature exists in this corrupted world.
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Aphelios wakes one night to frenzied grunting, and to a familiar pressure in his urethra. He stares in shock at his crotch. His pants had been removed and tossed to the floor, his underwear pushed aside, as the little creature humps away at his pee hole. He tries to grab it off, but it snaps at his hand with its sharp teeth and growls, hips pistoning away at Aphelios. The creature clings to his pelvis as it breeds his littlest hole, its fat dick pounding away at it. Aphelios’ clit is pinned down and rubbed over and over by the creature’s furry body. His raped hole squeezes around the cock, trying to expel it, but succeeding only in further stimulating the creature as it grunts and groans with excitement.
Aphelios can’t hold back any longer and he cums with a muffled cry, squirt gushing out from his stuffed hole and soaking the creature’s crotch. This only spurs it on further as it tightens its grip on Aphelios and continues to pound away. The creature fucks his overstimulated little hole through his orgasm, mindlessly chasing its own pleasure. Its hips start to stutter, one of its hands slips before readjusting, and it gives one final thrust into Aphelios’ abused pee hole. He screams when he feels the base of the cock suddenly swell as his little wet hole is knotted. Ropes of cum shoot into him over and over, filling his bladder up with nowhere else to go. A good fifteen minutes pass as he’s bred, excess cum squeezing out around the knot to stain the bedsheets below. Before it’s knot can fully disappear, the creature pops it out of Aphelios, the force of which triggers another orgasm. Aphelios squirts out a heady cocktail of his and the creature’s juices before passing out from exhaustion.
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He wakes to the sound of birds chirping, and to his holes completely stuffed. The creature had left him a parting gift, and his cum-smeared pussy was stretched around an assortment of wooden implements: the round handles of spatulas, dagger hilts, brushes, and more all stuff his cunt, while a thin wooden dowel plugs his urethra. Aphelios careful removes the two daggers, before chucking everything else out of him, the soaked hilts leaving sticky smears on his bedspread.
He grabs a knife, slams the popped open floorboard down, and carves a security sigil on it, before doing the same thing to each and every other floorboard in the cottage. Finally satisfied with his application of the sigils, he gets up, cunt still throbbing and sensitive, and heads to the bathroom. He had splurged on a magical, self-supplying tub, and he was going to make full use of it.