Tower of Valni: Raunchy Edition

By: KellyCRocker59

Chapter Three: Cormag

This has to be my favorite chapter yet, and it is a bit longer, so yay me! Enjoy!


Cormag looked off the large platform in shock. He had been fighting several Deathgoyles when he had been knocked off of his wyvern. He had fallen onto the platform he now stood on, no pathways for which he could leave. So he was stranded there, weaponless (it had fallen into the endless darkness when he had fallen). However, as he searched for a way off, he heard a loud battlecry that he knew to be that of a Deathgoyle. He turned to find three of the monsters flying toward him, two of which held the reins of his wyvern.

Cormag panicked, looking around for both a way of escape and a way to get his wyvern. However, the Deathgoyles didn't rush to attack. Instead, the two holding the reins of his wyvern settled on the far edge of the pedastal, the third swooping down to hover over to him. He didn't make a move as the beast landed in front of him with a javelin in hand, knowing that he stood no chance of survival if he tried to resist.

Instead, he let the Deathgoyle take his wrist with surprise, and then panic overtook him as the monster flicked its weapon at his waist. However, the Deathgoyle didn't impale him. Instead, it flicked the javelin upward, cutting the straps of Cormag's chest armor so that it fell to the floor. Though in shock, he let the winged beast move the javelin down to his legs, the monster slipping the point through each opening and cutting the straps, causing them to fall to the floor one at a time.

This left Cormag in only his white under-shirt, which clung tightly to his muscular chest, and brown pants. He stood completely still as the Deathgoyle called over another monster from where it stood with Cormag's wyvern, and the two began to feel all over his body. He tried to stand completely still, but he gasped when one of them brushed over a nipple through the shirt.

The beast smiled, and slowly began to circle it with a hooked nail, the other feeling over his lower body. Its hand suddenly cupped his package tightly, feeling it. He arched forward, letting off a soft groan that he couldn't stop. He felt one Deathgoyle get behind him, pulling off his shirt, the other lifting him up by him balls and member. He let off a slightly louder groan, and the beasts snickered.

The one holding him up unzipped his pants and pulled them down, the other sliding its nails into the waistband of his boxers. He groaned again as it pulled the clothing down, which slipped over his now-erection. The one monster set him down, the other pulling his clothing all the way down and off.

This left him naked, and the two Deathgoyles suddenly grabbed his legs and arms, lifting him up and hovering over to the only wall on the platform; a woman's face carved and jutting forth from the stone, two sets of hands open near the head, and the other near the bottom.

The two beasts pulled him against the carving, setting his wrists into the small hands at the top and ankles into the other small pair at the bottom. His body fit the mold perfectly, and the two pairs of hands suddenly locked him firmly into place. So he was left there with a throbbing erection that he had to take of but couldn't, and his eyes staring right at his wyvern and the Deathgoyle that held its reins.

The two other monsters stood on either side of the wall where he was, both staring at their ally and Cormag's wyvern with hands crossed over their chests, javelins lying on the floor, as though they were expecting something to occur.

Cormag stared, too, and then looked in shock as the third Deathgoyle let go of his wyvern's reins. He expected his friend to swoop over to him, but it stood completely still. The monster hovered around to stand behind the wyvern, lifting its tail up. Cormag looked at the image in bafflement, suddenly seeing the monster's own large erection in between its legs, but then the Deathgoyle slipped its shaft into his wyvern's hole, and all thoughts disappeared from his head.

Ever since becoming a wyvern lord, Cormag had been bonded to his wyvern in a way like never before. When the wyvern felt pain, he felt pain. When his wyvern grew tired, he grew tired. And the same went the other way for the wyvern. However, as the wyvern let out a roar of pleasure, he felt that same pleasure, as though he were the one being penetrated.

"Unn." He moaned, arching forward, and the two Deathgoyles laughed throatily.

He looked forward to see his wyvern giving off soft cries of pleasure, the Deathgoyle thrusting quickly in and out of the beast's tight hole. He felt continuously waves of pleasure rush through him, and then the beast hit his wyvern's prostate.

"Uggh!" Cormag cried, throwing his head back and arching forward.

He continued to moan as he watched his wyvern being thrust into by the winged beast. He felt as though his own prostate was being slammed into, and he felt himself soon crying out as the beast picked up the pace, the human's fingers digging into his palms as passion overtook him.

The beast suddenly cried out, and Cormag could arched as he felt his prostate slammed harshly, almost feeling the warm, sticky semen covering his walls.

The Deathgoyle pulled out, and Cormag dropped his head, body loosening from its tense state as he fell forward, held up only by the stone hands. His wyvern eyed him with what he knew to be a smile, and he nodded, knowing what his wyvern wanted. His wyvern grinned even wider, and then circled the Deathgoyle so that it stood behind the beast. Cormag pulled himself up to lean against the stone, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

The wyvern put its clawed forepaws on either side of the winged beast, and the monster bent over. And then, his wyvern thrust its long shaft into the Deathgoyle. Cormag moaned as he felt an intense heat flow through his body, especially around his shaft. He thrust his hips forward with his wyvern, who began to build a steady pace, the Deathgoyle crying out beneath him.

Cormag groaned as he began to erratically shove his hips forward in time with his ally, sweat beginning to trickle off his body. He groaned loudly as the wyvern hit the winged beast's prostate, arching his back as the thrusts lost all rhyme and reason.

"U-Unn." He moaned, bucking like a wild bull, throwing his head back.

He looked at the wyvern through half-lidded eyes, its large form ramming into the smaller one under it. He felt the walls of the Deahtgoyle clenching as though around his own shaft, and he cried out, semen flying forth from his shaft as he continued to buck madly, semen still shooting out as he felt the most powerful orgasm of his life.

When he finally fell forward, spent, the hands were loosened and he fell to the floor. He looked up to see the Deathgoyles flying away, his wyvern walking over to him. He laughed as his wyvern lapped up his semen from the ground, moaning when it lapped the semen that had stuck to his chest when he had fallen. His wyvern lapped at the head of his softened member, getting the rest of the juices that it loved to drink, Cormag gripping its head for a second before it nuzzled his blond pubic hairs and laid down beside him.

This had definitely been an unforgettable trip.


Hoped you liked it! The next chapter will be Seth.