u/MizeMaze

Ashe followed a trail of wrecked fences and broken gates. The bounty had shown a small ‘X’ of where the creature had been last spotted, and this nearby farm had several livestock on the loose. Bloody bits of fur and several track marks led into the woods that he entered in, alone. Nobody else had signed up for the mark. The farm was in the middle of nowhere, really. It was a miracle that the posting even made it to the guild.

It had been several weeks since he had started adventuring. Open bounties at his level never paid well. Contracts often did and led to promotions, but were selective and rare for fledglings. And so, the healer monk had decided to take on a bounty just a star above his level alone. Unfortunately, the paper was old. The mark was actually escalated several levels since then, but the healer knew nothing about that…

“I…I can hear something…”
He said as he neared a small clearing. His sight set on the horizon as the trees vanished from sight, only to see a beast hunched over a wild animal. It was partially mauled, but clearly alive. Being…violated by the larger beast’s cock as it let out a guttural and dominant growl, dumping its seed into the lesser creature before moving on like it was nothing. The shocking sight barely registered in his brain, right before he kicked himself in the ass as a reminder that he was there to kill the beast.

“S-Stop right there!” Ashe cried out, his voice wavering. He held up a necklace that glowed with enchanted beads. The magic inside should be enough to mentally incapacitate any simple beast. Yet this one…continued to saunter forward towards him. It was already far too aware of his presence to be tricked by such a thing. The boy panicked as he tried again. The magic spurred to life, then, unceremoniously died. It had attempted to control something beyond what it was meant for, and thus expended its available power. The beast approached. Ashe’s eyes shook with fear as he stared into the beast’s eyes. It didn’t immediately lunge…?
His attention then fell to the throbbing fuckrod that seemed to pulse harder and harder at the sight of the healer. N-No…this couldn’t be…

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Our poor healer is being redirected into his new role as the mate of a very large and brutal beast! How fortunate that he’ll learn to settle into this life quickly, considering it’s either that or death…
I would be writing for the monk! In case that somehow isn’t clear…

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

“Aah! You moved, stop doing that! Makes it so much harder to work back here…”
A voice gentled chastised you directly from behind. You gave him a teasing look, before turning forward again and remaining still.
The soothing and pleasantly cooling salve made its way onto your wound once more. Delicate hands massage them in such a way that conveyed both warmth and care. What would’ve been a dicey and painful procedure had you been on your lonesome has been reduced to nothing more than a sort of bonding exercise between you and your healer.
“I don’t hear any munching!” The voice called out. You begrudgingly picked back up the handful of bitter roots you stashed under your boot, and began chewing…

It had been some months ever since you two paired up together. It was honestly an uncommon sight. A frail and slender male healer with quite the mouth touting around with his hardy and strong woman companion. You two made for a good duo…though some would say you guys bicker quite a bit. Mostly him shouting out after you as you charged headstrong into danger. With his healing, who could stop you? Then again, he was only adept at stopping the bleeding, not the pain itself. Regardless, you’ve found yourself in this situation a lot. Naked, hunching on a log, chewing bitter roots while staring at flickering flames while he fretted over your wounds and grime for the day. Beat bumming out in the woods alone.

“…There! Now you won’t have a nasty scar.” He chimed triumphantly. The young man coming around to your side as he leaned forward. His earrings dangling back and forth as he enthusiastically searched your face for any sort of praise. It was difficult to deny him such a thing. With such a soft, expectant, and purely innocent expression, one would think that he’d be as pure as freshly fallen snow. You knew better though.
His mood dampened upon not seeing any thanks, and instead turned to something teasing.
“Backstabbing ruffians aren’t that new, but still did a number on you. Luckily you’ve got an astounding healer under your beck and call, wouldn’t you say? Almost forced to admit that you’re due to reward them somehow…” His hands placed themselves on his hips, his robes shifting restlessly as he awaited permission.
Your healer wasn’t always so subtle with this. Oftentimes you two would find yourselves fooling around late into the night. Came with the territory of defying death together day after day. Thankfully, he wasn’t a handful in bed, and was quite soft and gentle when he wanted to be. The question was, would you treat him with that same kindness tonight? Or did you want to vent out a little frustration?

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Hello hello! I hope you enjoyed my little spot of writing. It was admittedly rushed, but I always liked the idea of a strong woman with her male healer to back her up in a fantasy setting! Then you know, once night falls, the two are just as fierce with each other as they are with their foes.

Despite my writing here, I can write him as a pure bottom or a servicing switch, hell, even a dom! There’s maaany ways to feel better that don’t involve healing arts, you know. He’s a bit of an expert with his tongue!

As for kinks, there’s nothing mandatory! Although I am writing this with a bit of role reversal and femdom in mind. Things like teasing would be great too!

Please send me a message and we can get to discussing kinks and things like that! Maybe something you like about the post too as I so do adore praise in all its forms…

Ashe followed a trail of wrecked fences and broken gates. The bounty had shown a small ‘X’ of where the creature had been last spotted, and this nearby farm had several livestock on the loose. Bloody bits of fur and several track marks led into the woods that he entered in, alone. Nobody else had signed up for the mark. The farm was in the middle of nowhere, really. It was a miracle that the posting even made it to the guild.

It had been several weeks since he had started adventuring. Open bounties at his level never paid well. Contracts often did and led to promotions, but were selective and rare for fledglings. And so, the healer monk had decided to take on a bounty just a star above his level alone. Unfortunately, the paper was old. The mark was actually escalated several levels since then, but the healer knew nothing about that…

“I…I can hear something…”
He said as he neared a small clearing. His sight set on the horizon as the trees vanished from sight, only to see a beast hunched over a wild animal. It was partially mauled, but clearly alive. Being…violated by the larger beast’s cock as it let out a guttural and dominant growl, dumping its seed into the lesser creature before moving on like it was nothing. The shocking sight barely registered in his brain, right before he kicked himself in the ass as a reminder that he was there to kill the beast.

“S-Stop right there!” Ashe cried out, his voice wavering. He held up a necklace that glowed with enchanted beads. The magic inside should be enough to mentally incapacitate any simple beast. Yet this one…continued to saunter forward towards him. It was already far too aware of his presence to be tricked by such a thing. The boy panicked as he tried again. The magic spurred to life, then, unceremoniously died. It had attempted to control something beyond what it was meant for, and thus expended its available power. The beast approached. Ashe’s eyes shook with fear as he stared into the beast’s eyes. It didn’t immediately lunge…?
His attention then fell to the throbbing fuckrod that seemed to pulse harder and harder at the sight of the healer. N-No…this couldn’t be…

——————————————-

Our poor healer is being redirected into his new role as the mate of a very large and brutal beast! How fortunate that he’ll learn to settle into this life quickly, considering it’s either that or death…
I would be writing for the monk! In case that somehow isn’t clear…

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

“Aah! You moved, stop doing that! Makes it so much harder to work back here…”
A voice gentled chastised you directly from behind. You gave him a teasing look, before turning forward again and remaining still.
The soothing and pleasantly cooling salve made its way onto your wound once more. Delicate hands massage them in such a way that conveyed both warmth and care. What would’ve been a dicey and painful procedure had you been on your lonesome has been reduced to nothing more than a sort of bonding exercise between you and your healer.
“I don’t hear any munching!” The voice called out. You begrudgingly picked back up the handful of bitter roots you stashed under your boot, and began chewing…

It had been some months ever since you two paired up together. It was honestly an uncommon sight. A frail and slender male healer with quite the mouth touting around with his hardy and strong woman companion. You two made for a good duo…though some would say you guys bicker quite a bit. Mostly him shouting out after you as you charged headstrong into danger. With his healing, who could stop you? Then again, he was only adept at stopping the bleeding, not the pain itself. Regardless, you’ve found yourself in this situation a lot. Naked, hunching on a log, chewing bitter roots while staring at flickering flames while he fretted over your wounds and grime for the day. Beat bumming out in the woods alone.

“…There! Now you won’t have a nasty scar.” He chimed triumphantly. The young man coming around to your side as he leaned forward. His earrings dangling back and forth as he enthusiastically searched your face for any sort of praise. It was difficult to deny him such a thing. With such a soft, expectant, and purely innocent expression, one would think that he’d be as pure as freshly fallen snow. You knew better though.
His mood dampened upon not seeing any thanks, and instead turned to something teasing.
“Backstabbing ruffians aren’t that new, but still did a number on you. Luckily you’ve got an astounding healer under your beck and call, wouldn’t you say? Almost forced to admit that you’re due to reward them somehow…” His hands placed themselves on his hips, his robes shifting restlessly as he awaited permission.
Your healer wasn’t always so subtle with this. Oftentimes you two would find yourselves fooling around late into the night. Came with the territory of defying death together day after day. Thankfully, he wasn’t a handful in bed, and was quite soft and gentle when he wanted to be. The question was, would you treat him with that same kindness tonight? Or did you want to vent out a little frustration?

————————————

Hello hello! I hope you enjoyed my little spot of writing. It was admittedly rushed, but I always liked the idea of a strong woman with her male healer to back her up in a fantasy setting! Then you know, once night falls, the two are just as fierce with each other as they are with their foes.

Despite my writing here, I can write him as a pure bottom or a servicing switch, hell, even a dom! There’s maaany ways to feel better that don’t involve healing arts, you know. He’s a bit of an expert with his tongue!

As for kinks, there’s nothing mandatory! Although I am writing this with a bit of role reversal and femdom in mind. Things like teasing would be great too!

Please send me a message and we can get to discussing kinks and things like that! Maybe something you like about the post too as I so do adore praise in all its forms…

Ashe followed a trail of wrecked fences and broken gates. The bounty had shown a small ‘X’ of where the creature had been last spotted, and this nearby farm had several livestock on the loose. Bloody bits of fur and several track marks led into the woods that he entered in, alone. Nobody else had signed up for the mark. The farm was in the middle of nowhere, really. It was a miracle that the posting even made it to the guild.

It had been several weeks since he had started adventuring. Open bounties at his level never paid well. Contracts often did and led to promotions, but were selective and rare for fledglings. And so, the healer monk had decided to take on a bounty just a star above his level alone. Unfortunately, the paper was old. The mark was actually escalated several levels since then, but the healer knew nothing about that…

“I…I can hear something…”
He said as he neared a small clearing. His sight set on the horizon as the trees vanished from sight, only to see a beast hunched over a wild animal. It was partially mauled, but clearly alive. Being…violated by the larger beast’s cock as it let out a guttural and dominant growl, dumping its seed into the lesser creature before moving on like it was nothing. The shocking sight barely registered in his brain, right before he kicked himself in the ass as a reminder that he was there to kill the beast.

“S-Stop right there!” Ashe cried out, his voice wavering. He held up a necklace that glowed with enchanted beads. The magic inside should be enough to mentally incapacitate any simple beast. Yet this one…continued to saunter forward towards him. It was already far too aware of his presence to be tricked by such a thing. The boy panicked as he tried again. The magic spurred to life, then, unceremoniously died. It had attempted to control something beyond what it was meant for, and thus expended its available power. The beast approached. Ashe’s eyes shook with fear as he stared into the beast’s eyes. It didn’t immediately lunge…?
His attention then fell to the throbbing fuckrod that seemed to pulse harder and harder at the sight of the healer. N-No…this couldn’t be…

——————————————-

Our poor healer is being redirected into his new role as the mate of a very large and brutal beast! How fortunate that he’ll learn to settle into this life quickly, considering it’s either that or death…
I would be writing for the monk! In case that somehow isn’t clear…

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

“Aah! You moved, stop doing that! Makes it so much harder to work back here…”
A voice gentled chastised you directly from behind. You gave him a teasing look, before turning forward again and remaining still.
The soothing and pleasantly cooling salve made its way onto your wound once more. Delicate hands massage them in such a way that conveyed both warmth and care. What would’ve been a dicey and painful procedure had you been on your lonesome has been reduced to nothing more than a sort of bonding exercise between you and your healer.
“I don’t hear any munching!” The voice called out. You begrudgingly picked back up the handful of bitter roots you stashed under your boot, and began chewing…

It had been some months ever since you two paired up together. It was honestly an uncommon sight. A frail and slender male healer with quite the mouth touting around with his hardy and strong woman companion. You two made for a good duo…though some would say you guys bicker quite a bit. Mostly him shouting out after you as you charged headstrong into danger. With his healing, who could stop you? Then again, he was only adept at stopping the bleeding, not the pain itself. Regardless, you’ve found yourself in this situation a lot. Naked, hunching on a log, chewing bitter roots while staring at flickering flames while he fretted over your wounds and grime for the day. Beat bumming out in the woods alone.

“…There! Now you won’t have a nasty scar.” He chimed triumphantly. The young man coming around to your side as he leaned forward. His earrings dangling back and forth as he enthusiastically searched your face for any sort of praise. It was difficult to deny him such a thing. With such a soft, expectant, and purely innocent expression, one would think that he’d be as pure as freshly fallen snow. You knew better though.
His mood dampened upon not seeing any thanks, and instead turned to something teasing.
“Backstabbing ruffians aren’t that new, but still did a number on you. Luckily you’ve got an astounding healer under your beck and call, wouldn’t you say? Almost forced to admit that you’re due to reward them somehow…” His hands placed themselves on his hips, his robes shifting restlessly as he awaited permission.
Your healer wasn’t always so subtle with this. Oftentimes you two would find yourselves fooling around late into the night. Came with the territory of defying death together day after day. Thankfully, he wasn’t a handful in bed, and was quite soft and gentle when he wanted to be. The question was, would you treat him with that same kindness tonight? Or did you want to vent out a little frustration?

————————————

Hello hello! I hope you enjoyed my little spot of writing. It was admittedly rushed, but I always liked the idea of a strong woman with her male healer to back her up in a fantasy setting! Then you know, once night falls, the two are just as fierce with each other as they are with their foes.

Despite my writing here, I can write him as a pure bottom or a servicing switch, hell, even a dom! There’s maaany ways to feel better that don’t involve healing arts, you know. He’s a bit of an expert with his tongue!

As for kinks, there’s nothing mandatory! Although I am writing this with a bit of role reversal and femdom in mind. Things like teasing would be great too!

Please send me a message and we can get to discussing kinks and things like that! Maybe something you like about the post too as I so do adore praise in all its forms…

Ashe followed a trail of wrecked fences and broken gates. The bounty had shown a small ‘X’ of where the creature had been last spotted, and this nearby farm had several livestock on the loose. Bloody bits of fur and several track marks led into the woods that he entered in, alone. Nobody else had signed up for the mark. The farm was in the middle of nowhere, really. It was a miracle that the posting even made it to the guild.

It had been several weeks since he had started adventuring. Open bounties at his level never paid well. Contracts often did and led to promotions, but were selective and rare for fledglings. And so, the healer monk had decided to take on a bounty just a star above his level alone. Unfortunately, the paper was old. The mark was actually escalated several levels since then, but the healer knew nothing about that…

“I…I can hear something…”
He said as he neared a small clearing. His sight set on the horizon as the trees vanished from sight, only to see a beast hunched over a wild animal. It was partially mauled, but clearly alive. Being…violated by the larger beast’s cock as it let out a guttural and dominant growl, dumping its seed into the lesser creature before moving on like it was nothing. The shocking sight barely registered in his brain, right before he kicked himself in the ass as a reminder that he was there to kill the beast.

“S-Stop right there!” Ashe cried out, his voice wavering. He held up a necklace that glowed with enchanted beads. The magic inside should be enough to mentally incapacitate any simple beast. Yet this one…continued to saunter forward towards him. It was already far too aware of his presence to be tricked by such a thing. The boy panicked as he tried again. The magic spurred to life, then, unceremoniously died. It had attempted to control something beyond what it was meant for, and thus expended its available power. The beast approached. Ashe’s eyes shook with fear as he stared into the beast’s eyes. It didn’t immediately lunge…?
His attention then fell to the throbbing fuckrod that seemed to pulse harder and harder at the sight of the healer. N-No…this couldn’t be…

——————————————-

Our poor healer is being redirected into his new role as the mate of a very large and brutal beast! How fortunate that he’ll learn to settle into this life quickly, considering it’s either that or death…
I would be writing for the monk! In case that somehow isn’t clear…

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

“Aah! You moved, stop doing that! Makes it so much harder to work back here…”
A voice gentled chastised you directly from behind. You gave him a teasing look, before turning forward again and remaining still.
The soothing and pleasantly cooling salve made its way onto your wound once more. Delicate hands massage them in such a way that conveyed both warmth and care. What would’ve been a dicey and painful procedure had you been on your lonesome has been reduced to nothing more than a sort of bonding exercise between you and your healer.
“I don’t hear any munching!” The voice called out. You begrudgingly picked back up the handful of bitter roots you stashed under your boot, and began chewing…

It had been some months ever since you two paired up together. It was honestly an uncommon sight. A frail and slender male healer with quite the mouth touting around with his hardy and strong woman companion. You two made for a good duo…though some would say you guys bicker quite a bit. Mostly him shouting out after you as you charged headstrong into danger. With his healing, who could stop you? Then again, he was only adept at stopping the bleeding, not the pain itself. Regardless, you’ve found yourself in this situation a lot. Naked, hunching on a log, chewing bitter roots while staring at flickering flames while he fretted over your wounds and grime for the day. Beat bumming out in the woods alone.

“…There! Now you won’t have a nasty scar.” He chimed triumphantly. The young man coming around to your side as he leaned forward. His earrings dangling back and forth as he enthusiastically searched your face for any sort of praise. It was difficult to deny him such a thing. With such a soft, expectant, and purely innocent expression, one would think that he’d be as pure as freshly fallen snow. You knew better though.
His mood dampened upon not seeing any thanks, and instead turned to something teasing.
“Backstabbing ruffians aren’t that new, but still did a number on you. Luckily you’ve got an astounding healer under your beck and call, wouldn’t you say? Almost forced to admit that you’re due to reward them somehow…” His hands placed themselves on his hips, his robes shifting restlessly as he awaited permission.
Your healer wasn’t always so subtle with this. Oftentimes you two would find yourselves fooling around late into the night. Came with the territory of defying death together day after day. Thankfully, he wasn’t a handful in bed, and was quite soft and gentle when he wanted to be. The question was, would you treat him with that same kindness tonight? Or did you want to vent out a little frustration?

————————————

Hello hello! I hope you enjoyed my little spot of writing. It was admittedly rushed, but I always liked the idea of a strong woman with her male healer to back her up in a fantasy setting! Then you know, once night falls, the two are just as fierce with each other as they are with their foes.

Despite my writing here, I can write him as a pure bottom or a servicing switch, hell, even a dom! There’s maaany ways to feel better that don’t involve healing arts, you know. He’s a bit of an expert with his tongue!

As for kinks, there’s nothing mandatory! Although I am writing this with a bit of role reversal and femdom in mind. Things like teasing would be great too!

Please send me a message and we can get to discussing kinks and things like that! Maybe something you like about the post too as I so do adore praise in all its forms…