【Hero·Onyx & Vallains·Boss-V】Old Dog’s Daily Routine (ENG)

#Bonus illustration available for download via the link at the end of the post

#This short story contains musk/male stench, forced arousal, violence, and other intense elements—please proceed with caution.

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The trembling hands of the Vallains leader wrapped around the old hero’s head, forcing it forward. Yet Boss·V didn’t pull his cock out of the latex—instead, with an evil grin, he pressed Onyx’s face straight against the massive bulge through the glossy black material.

“Whether you’re my dog-slave right now has nothing to do with your will. Just look at how your body reacts, Onyx.”

“…Mmgh! Mmmph!! …Urk… hurgh…!!”

The latex that should block all smell and heat suddenly released an impossibly thick stench—sweat, cum, piss, all fused into a maddening male reek. Onyx’s brain flashed a single instinct—“That’s not latex”—but before he could process the strange, magically-charged slickness, the stench clawed into his nostrils, tickled his throat, and triggered a violent gag reflex.

Still, his twisted face shuddered, and as if forced against his will, he inhaled deeply.

“…Snnnrk… haa… uegh…!!”

Thick semen stench mixed with piss and sour sweat—an unnatural concentration that could drive anyone insane. The old hero’s eyes glazed over, his throat bobbed, he let out strangled grunts, and his entire body went limp. His face glued itself to the black shaft, desperately sniffing the scent that conquered his mind and soul.

The thick root pressed against his cheek, the scorching length like a steel pillar crushing his face. Minutes ago he’d stood righteous before the Vallains leader—now he was reduced to a cheap bitch in heat, rubbing his distorted cheek against the latex-clad cock, mouth gaping, sucking in every trace of musk from the air. Salt of dried cum, ammonia of piss, fresh sweat—all pressurized into his nose and mouth, seeping into his blood, corroding his already-chaotic mind, stripping away speech itself.

“…Urgh… hurgh… so… foul… urk… uegh… M-Master… hurgh…”

Unable to resist the burning heat against his face, panting Onyx stuck out his tongue and lapped at the heavy balls dangling below.

Boss·V’s nuts were proportionate to his cock—each nearly the size of half the old hero’s fist. Onyx sniffed the rancid sack, opened wide, and tried to swallow the plump orbs. But they were too big; he could only fit one in his mouth at a time, so he used both hands to stuff the second one in.

The salty, wet taste of scrotum flooded his mouth; the swollen balls rolled over his tongue. In a frenzy Onyx pursed his lips, slurping noisily, trying to suck out every drop of thick semen and sour sweat. At the same time his hands reached up to the shaft pressing against his forehead—left hand gripping the fat trunk, right circling the deep ridge of the crown, stroking gently.

“Heh. I told you. Once hit by my ‘curse spell,’ even a god would kneel between my legs as a sex slave. A mere hero has no chance.”

Looking down coldly, the Vallains leader swung his rock-hard cock and smacked the glans against the old hero’s forehead.

“…THWACK!!”

“…Mgh?!”

It wasn’t even a hard hit, but the sheer weight sent a dull ache through Onyx’s skull. Before the dazed hero could recover, Boss·V grabbed the back of his neck head and rammed the leaking, iron-hard glans straight into the half-open mouth—prying apart teeth, forcing deep into the throat. The dry throat didn’t even manage a gag before it was drowned in thick, fishy precum.

“…Glurk! …Glrk!”

The burning glans pinned his throat shut; Onyx could feel sticky precum oozing from the slit, sliding down his esophagus into his stomach.

“…Glug… glug… ulp!”

The precum tasted only slightly fishy on the nose, but against mucous membranes it burned like hard liquor, branding the entire length of his gullet. The more that poured in, the hotter his stomach became—not painful like alcohol, but a heat source spreading through his whole body, making every vein boil. Boss·V’s precum not only reinforced the curse, it was an insanely potent aphrodisiac; a single drop could make low- or mid-tier heroes space out with lust on the battlefield.

“…Ah… ha… ah… uhhaa…”

Under the precum’s catalysis, lust flooded every inch of the old hero. His already-hard cock jerked uncontrollably, precum pouring from the slit without end. Seeing the old hero completely broken by his fluids, Boss·V flashed a sinister smile, locked his hand behind Onyx’s head, and began thrusting hard.

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