The Submissive Urge 17

Halsin sat poking a dwindling fire. He had found a goblin helmet, filled it with water and some vegetables with a few bones from the Worgs that had died in the fight for his freedom.

"Hu hu. Not bad, Halsin." He mutters to himself happily.

"That smells good." He heard a female voice over his right shoulder and jumped.

"Holy sh-!!!" He clutches his chest, looking at you with a terrified gaze. You are very ghost, or banshee-like when seen in the dark, so you can't really blame him.

You squat down like nothing happened. "What's cookin' good lookin'?" You ask innocently. Halsin breaths to calm himself, his features slowly becoming less beastlike as he regards you more rationally within the light of the fire.

"Please do not sneak up on a person like that." He begs, taking in your look. A smile crosses his lips.

"That aside. You must be the missing element of the party that rescued me."

"That's me. They say anything about me?"

He nods. "They said that you have a very intriguing personality-"

Your jaw drops. "That's so nice... That's such a generous way to put it." You are genuinely touched. You wonder who it was that offered the description.

"Then the half-elf cleric corrected the tiefling and said that you are completely insane. The handsome man with snow-white hair laughed at that and did not seem to disagree."

Your shoulders slump. "Karlach... my only friend." You get over it quickly and shrug.

"Oh well! How're you? Why're you staying here?"

"Because I am awaiting the defeat of the three leaders of this fortress."

"We're two outta three right now."

"I can assist you. Your party refused to bring me along without saying why, so I continue to wait here for word of their success."

"It's probably all the weird shit they think I'll do." You sigh wearily.

"I'm not so unpredictable... I can make a good impression."

"I can see that." Halsin nods.

You stare at him, licking your lips. "So, uh... You can turn into a bear?"

"I can." He lifts his bushy brows.

"How... Uhm..." You are hesitant, since this new person could be scared off easily with your admittedly disgusting antics. You nervously think of how to broach the subject only for his eyes to light up. Halsin points to his chest with his thumb, wide grin crossing his lips.

"It's huge!" He claims.

"Woooah!" Your eyes twinkle.

He chuckles at your reaction, nodding slowly to himself. "Then I shift and it gets even bigger."

You realise the joke he made and clap excitedly. "Woooooah!!!"

"Are you a freak like me?" You ask openly.

"I am offended by the question." The tall, well-built Druid scoffs.

"I think there is nothing freaky about two -or more- beings born of nature embracing carnally in a consensual manner. If the parties agree, we should have it be our goal to-" You both spoke the last part at the same time with you figuring out what he was going to say to say it with him.

"-make the gods blush!"

You and Halsin both perform a double take. He looks at you in shock and you look at him. You both speak at once again.

"Did we just become best friends!?"

"Yes!" You exclaim, raising your hand. The Druid high-fives you.

"Excellent! A kindred spirit."

"Though I don't really care that much about consent." You mutter under your breath.

"What was that?" He asks, not hearing.

"Nothing! I was just saying that consent is important to me, too!"

"That is good." Halsin nods approvingly.

"I am not sure why your party looked upon you as such a strange figure. I feel much of their attitude can be explained now as them having a prudish air about them."

"My thoughts exactly. So, uhh..."

Halsin grins. "How about we get started by the fire, then I transform and we can test how strong these prison bars are."

"Holy smokes! Yes!" You agree enthusiastically, practically jumping on top of him. When you are close, you run your hand over his arms, admiring his immaculate form.

"You're so hot."

"I have been told such before. I'm fairly confident in myself." He says proudly, flexing his pectorals for you.

"Woah." You bend down to hug him.

"Let's get your undergarments off." He reaches under your dress.

"You think I'm wearing any?" You smirk.

"Me neither! I am all natural. I can see we will get along well." He laughs, running his hands up your thighs to your ass, rubbing and groping over it. You reach between your legs, testing his claim that he is all natural. When you feel the unrestrained cock beneath his robes your eyes light up. It is true.

"Mmn." You kiss him as you stroke his cock, guiding it to stand so that he can lower you over it. As it slides in you let your ass clap down over his lap and slowly you slide back and forth with his cock grinding and bending inside of you.

Halsin pants. "Since... Since you are no stranger to intercourse-" His fingers run up and down the small of your lower back and venture over your ass periodically. You kiss him again, interrupting his speech. Before he can pull away you nip his lip. He seems shocked and aroused.

"How about we take this to the next level, since you're so enthusiastic?"

"Yes!" You moan. Slowly you feel him shift beneath you.

The sounds of a person being mauled by a bear are said to be haunting and stomach turning. Something that could ruin your life if you hear it. It is for the fact that bears often eat without killing their prey, making them an unintentionally cruel and tortuous killer. With all that in mind, all the sounds of a bear mauling, coupled with the sounds of a lewd woman enjoying it are so jarring that even if the two of you were to be interrupted, no sane being would dare to interject. They are more likely to run and never look back. That is the best description for how your encounter with Halsin went after his transformation. You feel fantastic. Turning to him on the furs you are lying in, you mention offhandedly.

"Oh, about the Grove..."

"Yes?" He looks at you affectionately, playing with your hair.

"So, basically the Druids were led by a mean snake lady that got mad and slaughtered the refugees."

"I-I'm sorry, what?"

"Yeah. She killed each and every tiefling and closed off the grove for a hundred years or something."

"The ritual of thorns!?" Halsin spat.

"Damn! Damn it... I should have known. While I was gone, as well. I could have never expected them to stoop so low."

"Your dwarf girl poisoned and blackmailed me into finding you before it all went down. She held the poison over my head. Saw her slit a few throats myself. All those people are rotten as hell. They just follow orders and kill on command and now the whole place is locked down. You feign distress and, already knowing the answer, ask:

"Is there any way to get inside?"

"No. After the ritual is complete the Grove is sealed." He says gravely.

"Shame..." You sigh.

"We're still going to kill the last of the leaders. The Hobgoblin, but I just wanted to let you know."

"After you had sex with me?"

"W-well... Yeah?"

He sighs. "It is tasteless, but not sinful. You still told me." He slumps.

"I can't believe this would happen. I should go and see for myself. Perhaps I can pay respects to the dead refugees."

"N-no reason to do that! No reason at all. They decided to mulch the refugees within the walls. Something about fertiliser. No point in going. It's just a wall of thorns. I was more wondering what you are going to do next, Halsin?" You try to redirect his attention. It seems to work.

"I was going to Moonrise to investigate this cult of the absolute. There is also an old enemy. The darkness. I know there is a way to clear it, I just need help."

You smile widely, thinking it the best distraction to stop him from going back. "We will help you!"

"Truly?" He blinks.

"Your only interest is the tadpoles. Surely the tower could fulfil that mission, but you would help me with something so deadly as this?" His eyes light up proudly at you.

"Of course, Halsin. I am a noble cleric of... a god that is good, and I WANT to help you with this problem." You say, without knowing a thing of what he is talking about. You are positive it is not something so difficult that you will regret it.

"Good. I will try to place my focus forward." He rubs his eyes wearily.

"This... I need some time to think about this."

"You should take one to two days here in rest to think about it. Without leaving or asking about anything that's happening outside."

"Yes. I could use it. I suppose I will await the death of Droor. And allow you to come find me when you are ready to move on. I have a safe route into the blighted area. Through the underdark."

"Oh, sure, sure." You smile.

"We'll come get you."

Minthara meets you as soon as you leave the prison. "How did it go?"

"Good. What about you? Are you free of mind control?"

"More or less... Seems I've been quite a fool. This tadpole..." She stares at you pointedly.

"Has been warping my psyche. Making me more loyal. Now that I am free I feel invigorated."

"You don't still blame me for that, do you?"

"Of course. It is your fault. All of this is." She says frankly.

"You expect me to ask for forgiveness?"

"On the contrary. I expect you to use it. Stop being pathetic. Stop tamping about like a strange sex-ghost and bring your influence and powers to bare on the Cult. We will control it, rather than be controlled by it."

"You really want me back in charge?"

"Not at all." She grabs you by your sharp ear and pulls you down.

"I want you beneath me in every sense of the word phrase."

"Ow ow! Okay! fine. Minthara is great! Minthara is beautiful!"

She releases you. "It is a start. Have you performed your useless act of fooling the Druid? Can we go and kill the druids?"

"Yep. Operation perfect ending is a go!"

"Perfect for whom?" Minthara stares at you curiously.

"Well, I believe that you and Droor will get fucked over if you don't get back having killed something. Without even trying, you can't say that you did your best to find the artifact while still being allowed to live... So, you kill the grove-"

"Minus the refugees, who will be hiding within the ruins during the attack."

"This stops our own forces from questioning or adding that detail to the guys in charge. That way we are clean-ish. We also avoid the wrath of my greatest, bestest and literally hottest friend Karlach who does not like killing innocent people/"

"You are planning a pre-meditated massacre so that you can maintain the favour of two individuals for the purpose of sexual and personal gratification?" Minthara described.

"That's about it, yeah."

"I can not tell if this version of you is better or worse than the original."