#as the templar adjusted his dress, he prepared himself for the task at hand. "damn chinese, making me resort to this to cover my legs." he mumbled. "im not paying 10 dollars for a pair of pants". he knew what was coming up. kitava, the end of his journey to oriath.

#he trained for this the entire journey. he knew what he must do. "alright. just gotta activate these auras..." the templar toggled on aura after aura, until he was surrounded by an array of flashing lights and shapes. with this much aura, nothing was going to stop him. not even kitava, not even the gods themselves.

#the battle seemed very one sided. the herald stacker, with the help of the two embodiments of good an evil, were striking down kitava. and then, just before the battle was decided, a voice rained down from the heavens.

#"hear yee, oh exiles. we are nerfing herald stacking because thou art bitches. thank you." and in an instant. he felt his power draining. he no longer had the mana to sustain the auras, let alone the ability. he feel to his knees in exhaustion.

#the two beings tried to keep fighting, but without the buffs from the templar, they soon fell. and kitava, victorious, picked up the templar with two, long clawed fingers. he seemed to be confused. the templar seemed feminine in appereance, but there was something wrong with the scent

#the monster, expecting to enjoy a victory with the spoils of a woman, was surprised to see, under the clawed and ripped dress of the templar, a flat chest and a small, feminine cock. how was he hiding it beneath that dress? some sort of magic?

#the monster was confused. yet, intrigued. "is it gay if he's feminine?" he asked himself. "surely, if i mutter the ancient words of protection, i will be safe" with a low growl, he muttered. "no homo"

#the templar, awoken by those words, looked in fear as the gigantic demon extended his long, demonic tongue and started to lick his crotch. the feeling was warm and slimey, like having sex with einhar after a hunt. the templar could not help but silently moan

#"this doesnt feel gay, so it must be okay, i think?" kitava never faced this confusion in his life. yet, in his heart of hearts, he felt this was okay. as the pair carried on, soon the templar ejaculated unto his tongue. the taste was salty, yet satisfying.

#"are you going to let me go now?" asked the templar, his voice weak with pleasure. instead, the tongue expended again, and this time started to wrap around his feminine body

#"wait, stop, what are you doing?!" he tried to struggle, yet his frail body was weak without his 56 auras active. soon, his entire lower half was in kitava's mouth

#"please, stop this!" he begged, yet kitava had different plans. "not a bad taste" kitava thought to himself. "how about a little more?" with an audible *S U C C* the templar moaned again, his sensitive body brought to the edge by the succening

#with his second cumming, the demon was satisfied with his apitizer. it was now time for his main course. he slowly started to swallow the templar, first his torso, then his shoulders. his screams stopped when the head went into his mouth. the templar, devoid of oxygen, was struggling to stay awake

#slowly, he went down kitava's throat. after a few minutes, he felt an incredible heat coming from below him. the demon had eternal fire instead of digestive acids. classic. the templar, with one last ditch effort, activated purity of fire, trying to survive the upcoming assault

#instead of a searing flame, the aura made the flames feel warm and comforting, even pleasuring for his naked body. he learned to accept his fate , and decided to stay in kitava's stomach, atleast until some other exile defeats him

#*BRRRRRRRRRP* went kitava. "damn, these herald stackers have a bad aftertaste. i should try eating a scion next. heard they taste like hot dogs.