The Sabre-Toothed Sorceror
Kuman crept along the shadowy corridor, keeping pressed to
the right wall the whole way and staying in the shadows wherever he could. He
wanted to stay as out of sight as possible, in case someone should suddenly
appear. Considering his large size it wasn’t easy.
The dusty stone floor was cold beneath the grizzly bear’s
bare feet, but he paid it no attention. There was a gentle breeze as well,
whipping at his unkempt brown fur, but Kuman hardly noticed, even though he was
only wearing a simple black loincloth and leather belt. The scabbard containing
his broadsword was strapped across his broad back.
He slowed as he approached a turn in the corridor. He could
hear voices ahead. The light of the flaming torches placed irregularly along the
walls cast the shadows of two figures standing just around the bend. Kuman
pressed his big muscular frame against the wall and listened.
“Did you hear that?” Said one.
“No.” Said the other.
“I’m sure I heard something.” Said the first.
“You’re imagining it.” The second voice mocked. “Do
you honestly believe an intruder could get this far into Necras’s fortress
without raising any alarms?”
The bear moved one hand slowly upwards and gripped the hilt
of his sword. He started to draw it, slowly and silently.
“So,” the first voice was changing the subject now,
“you been at this long?”
“Yeah.” The second replied, leisurely. “Been working
for Necras for years. The pay’s real good, even if the hours aren’t. How you
liking the job?”
“Pretty well so far.” The first voice seemed to sigh.
“I should warn you, though.” The second said.
“Whatever you do, make sure you’re not near when the old sorceror’s feelin’
horny. He’ll have you without giving it a second thought.”
Kuman smiled at this. He’d heard the stories about Necras.
His sword slipped free of the scabbard.
“Has he ever… with you?” The first asked.
“Oh yeah.” The second replied. “A couple of times
I’ve been unlucky enough to get caught when he wanted a male.”
“And? What happened?” The first seemed eager to know.
“What do you think happened?” The second snarled. “He
fucked my brains out then went back to his business, and told me to get back to
work. After the first time, I was angry, thought about doing something, report
it. But then I realised. What could I do? This is Necras we’re talking about.
A sorceror as powerful as him, you think any prison would hold him, or that
anyone would even be able to take him in?”
There was a pause in the conversation. Kuman readied
himself for a fight.
“My advice,” the second continued, “is that if you
ever get used by our employer that way, you just grin and bear it. Don’t kick
up a fuss afterwards. Couple of guards have tried to over the years. They all
From where he stood, Kuman shrugged. Time to go to work. He
didn’t have all night.
The grizzly charged around the bend, his broadsword raised
for combat. He found himself confronting two guards in simple uniforms, their
swords still sheathed at their waists and their spears resting against the wall.
One was a young black wolf, and the other an older looking leopard.
He caught them completely by surprise. A simple swipe of
his blade, and the wolf was easily decapitated. As the body started to fall,
Kuman turned to the leopard. The guard was going for his spear. The barbarian
bear struck without hesitation, bringing his weapon around and plunging it into
the leopard’s back.
It was all over far quicker than Kuman had expected. He
looked at the guards’ corpses sadly. It had been nothing personal, but he
couldn’t let anything get between him and his target. Not after he spent so
much time and effort getting this far into the fortress without being seen.
Crouching, he cleaned his bloodied blade on their uniforms.
When he stood again, he proceeded on his way, keeping his sword drawn. He was
close now. Close to finding Necras.
There weren’t any more guards, just as Kuman had
expected. This far into Necras’s stronghold, there wasn’t need of any, since
the sorceror would of course assume that no one would ever get this far.
The corridor eventually led the barbarian bear to large
chamber, like a gigantic meeting hall, with a high arched ceiling. Flaming
braziers stood along the walls, illuminating everything with their flickering
At the far end of the room was a large throne, intricately
decorated with gold and silver. Kuman cast an appraising eye over it as he crept
across the hall toward it. If he had all that gold and silver, he’d never have
to work again…
He shook the thought away. He was here for only one
purpose. He had to find Necras. Besides, he had no way to strip the precious
metals from the throne, or to carry it from the fortress.
The bear turned around, looking the whole room over. There
didn’t seem to be any other exits beyond the door through which he had
entered. The sorceror must be somewhere else.
Kuman spun around, shocked. The voice had come from behind
The throne was now occupied by a shadowy figure dressed in
simple brown robes and a hood that hid his face.
“And just what is a lowly savage such as yourself doing
in my home?” The figure demanded.
“Are you Necras?” Kuman snarled, brandishing his
“I am, not that it’s any business of yours.” Necras
The bear raised his sword, ready to impale the robed
Before Kuman could strike, Necras pointed at him with a
clawed finger and spoke. “Existo Similis Statua!”
There was a flash of light.
Kuman was frozen to the spot, his muscles locked in place.
He struggled and strained with all his strength, but was unable to move.
Necras sat on his throne, laughing. “Don’t even bother
trying to move, barbarian. You will only move when I allow you to move.”
Ignoring him, Kuman went on struggling, but his whole body
was simply unable to move, not one inch. He couldn’t even growl menacingly at
the sorceror who had done this to him.
The sorceror got to his feet and walked over to Kuman,
walking around him, looking him over. He stopped in front of him.
“That’s a very nice body you have there.” Necras
purred. “And you have arrived just as I find myself hungry for a male.
You’re going to have the honour of being used by me, savage. Before I kill
Kuman was only able to watch as Necras reached up and threw
back his hood, revealing his face to the bear.
Necras was a sabre-toothed tiger, and a very handsome one
at that. Kuman felt a slight stirring in his loins. The tiger noticed.
“Isn’t that nice?” He chuckled. “You’re getting
Kuman could only look straight ahead at Necras. He noticed
the tiger’s big sabre teeth. They were unusual as they were covered in tiny
mystical looking symbols, etched all over them.
He’d heard the stories, but had been unsure whether or
not to believe them. The stories said that the symbols inscribed on his teeth
gave him his immense power.
“Well, in order for me to use you, you’re going to have
to be able to move.” Necras said. “But I can’t have you attacking me, can
The tiger took a step back, raising his arms. “Demo is
ea id bestia libertas! Tu existo servio meus imperium!”
There was no flash as before. There was just a slight glow
around the sorceror’s hands for a moment. Kuman suddenly felt strange, sort of
“You can move now, savage.” Necras grinned. “And
throw away that sword.”
Sensation flooded back into the bear’s body. The first
thing he did was to throw away his sword. Why had he done that? He was going to
go grab it, finish off Necras, when the tiger spoke again.
“Stay where you are.”
Kuman was rooted to the spot, his legs wouldn’t move.
“On your knees, barbarian.” Necras ordered.
Without hesitation or thought, the bear dropped to a
“What the fuck have you done to me?” Kuman growled in
“It’s just a simple incantation of enslavement.” The
tiger sorceror explained. “And it’s working very well. You will
automatically obey any command I give you without hesitation. And from this
point forward, you will address me as ‘master’.”
“I am going to kill you, master.” Kuman spat. It
wasn’t until after he’d said it that he realised he’d subconsciously added
“Get up.” The tiger commanded. “And strip naked.”
The bear was unable to stop himself from climbing to his
feet and undressing. He pulled the scabbard from his back and threw it aside.
Then he unbuckled his belt and let it drop to the floor. The he tore his
loincloth away, tossing it away to the right.
Necras gave his naked body an appraising glance. “Very
nice.” He commented.
Kuman didn’t feel particularly embarrassed. He’d been
naked with other males on plenty of occasions, but this was the first time as a
helpless slave. He knew he had to find a way out of this. But until he did, he
might as well play along, enjoy the sex.
The sabre-toothed tiger threw open his robes and slid them
off his shoulders. They dropped to the floor as Kuman stared in surprise.
Beneath his robes, the sorceror had only been wearing some
leather shorts, and had the most beautiful male body Kuman had ever seen. He had
an amazingly well developed physique. Perfectly formed muscles rippled
stunningly beneath his fur as he moved. It was all the bear could do to prevent
himself from drooling.
The sight of such a fantastic male body was all the
bear’s dick needed. Kuman felt it hardening and rising.
“Hmm.” Necras hummed. “You like what you see, eh?”
“Yes, master.” Kuman replied. He still couldn’t stop
himself from adding ‘master’.
“Come here, savage.” The tiger beckoned to him.
“Remove my shorts for me.”
The barbarian bear walked forward and dropped to his knees
before Necras. He reached up and pulled down the tight leather shorts. Once they
passed below his groin, the tiger’s cock sprang out, a huge slab of male meat,
right in front of Kuman’s face. The aroma filled his nostrils. A surge of
excitement ran through him.
Nercas kicked his shorts away and stood there for a moment,
looking down at his slave. Kuman could do nothing but wait to see what he wanted
next, staring at the tiger’s huge dick the whole time.
“I think my cock may be dirty, barbarian.” The tiger
eventually purred. “Lick it clean for me.”
Without even so much as a pause for thought, the bear got
to work, leaning in, his tongue snaking out and caressing the big cock before
it. The taste was salty and sweet, filling his mouth. Kuman stopped thinking and
let instinct take over, letting himself get carried away by the sexual
The bear’s drooling tongue slithered over the tiger’s
dick, back and forth, back and forth. The delicious taste filled him with
pleasure. There was not a single spot that did not receive the touch of
Necras simply stood there, groin thrust forward for Kuman
to be able to reach, enjoying the bear’s ministrations, occasionally groaning
Afterwards, Kuman had no idea how long he knelt there,
licking the sorceror’s cock. It could have been hours, but he suspected it was
At the tiger’s command, Kuman stopped, pulling back. A
pang of disappointment struck him. He wanted the taste of that cock again.
“Enough licking, my slave.” Said Necras. “I want you
to suck now, strong and hard. You going to be drinking down my cum, savage,
“Yes, master.” Kuman replied.
“Then start sucking on me, slave!” The sorceror
Kuman got to it. He took the sorceror’s massive dick in
his muzzle, its warm taste once again a source of ecstasy. The bear rolled it
around in his muzzle for a moment, massaging it with his tongue.
Then he started to suck on it, again and again. It didn’t
take long for him to lose himself in the sexual heat. Necras’ cock was his
whole world. It had his complete attention. Everything else just seemed to fade
Necras started to thrust in and out, fucking the bear’s
face, forcing more and more of his thick cock down Kuman’s throat. The
barbarian accepted it all gladly, savouring the taste, sucking on it harder and
harder, and not letting up for a second.
Each suck sent a fresh ripple of delight through Kuman’s
body. By now he and Necras had a good rhythm going. The bear felt like they
could have gone on forever.
But eventually, the tiger’s moans of pleasure got louder,
more savage. In his muzzle, Kuman felt the sorceror’s dick throb, ready to
burst. The bear’s body tensed and his own dick stiffened even more in
anticipation of the treat he was about to receive.
Accompanied by a final purr of pleasure, the tiger shot his
load, filling the bear’s mouth with his salty hot spunk. Hungrily, Kuman
swallowed, and continued to suck, intent on squeezing out every last drop.
Necras went on ejaculating, shooting more and more cum down
the barbarian’s throat. Kuman gulped it all down without hesitation.
Even when the tiger was done, Kuman went on sucking, hoping
that there was a drop or two left to come.
Necras pushed him away, pulling his cock from the bear’s
muzzle. “Well, aren’t you a hungry slave?” He laughed.
Kuman stayed on his knees, savouring the warm feeling
drinking the sorceror’s cum had given him.
Necras chuckled. “Tell me honestly, savage, did you enjoy
“Yes, master, I did.” Kuman answered.
“Well, you’re going to enjoy this even more.” The
muscular sabre-toothed tiger wandered around behind him.
Before the bear really knew what was happening, Necras
grabbed his hips and hauled him to his feet. He felt his ass cheeks part as
something big and powerful forced its way through. It was Necras’ cock.
An instant later, Necras thrust into him, impaling the bear
on his dick. A jolt of pain and pleasure shot through Kuman and he gasped. The
tiger wrapped his big arms around him, pressing himself against his back.
“I’m truly horny now, slave.” The sorceror whispered
in Kuman’s ear. “And you have been very good. Maybe I won’t kill you after
this. Maybe I’ll keep you around as an enslaved sex toy.”
This suddenly brought home to Kuman the predicament he was
in. He still had to find a way out of here. Yes, this sex was fun and
fulfilling, but he had no intention of becoming anyone’s enslaved sex toy.
The sorceror started fucking him hard, thrusting his huge
cock with a furious intensity, gripping Kuman’s body tightly, and keeping him
close. Each thrust gave the grizzly a jolt of pleasure beyond description,
growls and moans of ecstasy rumbled deep in his throat.
Time seemed to lose all meaning for Kuman as Necras went on
and on, fucking his ass hard and fast, again and again and again. A big part of
the bear didn’t want it to end, wanted to live in that pleasure forever.
But it did eventually end, but Kuman couldn’t be too sure
how long the sorceror had been fucking him. He just felt the big cock inside him
swell slightly, and then release.
Tiger spunk filled the bear’s insides, a feeling of
warmth and satisfaction flowing through him. Kuman unleashed a loud primal growl
as Necras went on cumming inside him. It felt like it was never going to end.
But then it came to an end. Necras was panting hard as he
pushed Kuman off his cock.
“That’s it,” The tiger sighed, content. “I’m
spent.” He stumbled back a few steps and fell to his knees. “I need to
Kuman was exhausted, despite the warm feeling inside. He
fell collapsed to the floor, unable to remain standing. “Me too.” He gasped.
The grizzly frowned. That didn’t sound right. Why
hadn’t he added ‘master’ to that?
He said he’s spent. Kuman thought. He’s out of energy.
Maybe he can’t keep up whatever magic had enslaved him.
This was his chance. He had to strike before Necras
recovered enough to cast his incantations again. Kuman looked for his sword.
It wasn’t too far off. The bear scrambled towards it, as
fast as he could. His body ached and complained. It needed to rest. But Kuman
forced himself onward, calling on all his reserves of strength.
He reached out and took the sword as soon as he was close
enough. A quick look at Necras showed that the sabre-toothed tiger wasn’t
aware of what he was doing. He was more concerned with getting his breath back.
Using his weapon for support, Kuman struggled up to his
feet, gritting his teeth as the aches got worse. He staggered towards Necras.
“I’m sorry about this.” He said. “This is nothing
It was only then that sorceror realised Kuman had retrieved
“I mean the sex was great, and you’ve got a great body,
but I was hired to do a job.” Kuman explained, stopping in front of Necras.
The tiger sorceror was trying to raise his arms, cast some
magic, but he was having trouble concentrating enough through his exhaustion to
remember the words.
Kuman didn’t give him a chance to remember. He plunged
his sword into Necras’s chest. With a gasp of released breath and a blank
stare in his eyes, Necras died.
Pulling his sword from the corpse, Kuman let himself
collapse again to the floor. A quick rest, then he could get down to finishing
the job he’d come here to do…
* * * * * * * *
“And that’s what happened?”
Kuman took a swig of beer from his mug. “That’s how it
happened.” He nodded. Then he drained his drink, surveying the tavern around
him and his client.
The place was crowded and noisy, just the way Kuman liked
it. He could already spot several young male furs that he’d just love to…
“So what did you do after you killed Necras?” Dreck
asked from across the table.
Kuman shrugged as he answered the middle-aged fox.
“Nothing much. I rested. Then I got dressed, grabbed what I went there for,
There was a glint in Dreck’s eye. “Then you got
“I did if you have my money.” Said Kuman.
The fox tossed him a small pouch. The bear opened it enough
to see the gold inside. Then he reached to his belt and brought out a bundle of
cloth, which he handed to Dreck.
Eagerly, the fox unwrapped it, and was delighted to find
two sabre teeth, inscribed with various mystical symbols.
“You’d be surprised how difficult it was to cut those
things out of his mouth.” Kuman commented.
Dreck was paying no attention, examining the teeth.
“Now, you have what you want, I have what I want, so
I’ll be going.” The grizzly stood up, his gaze wandering over the drinkers
in the tavern. “There’s a nice looking hare over there looking very
The fox gave him only a cursory wave of farewell.
Kuman left him to his teeth. His business was done, now it was time for pleasure, and this time, he’d be the one in charge…
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