Finally, silence fell over the chamber. Nock stood panting amidst the carnage, turning slowly to face Zac. He was covered head to toe in blood and viscera; it slid down his dented chest piece in thick, crimson rivulets. For a moment, Nock smiled, looking genuinely pleased with his butchery, before a thought clearly struck him.
He winced dramatically and fell to one knee, supporting his weight with his sword like a tragic hero on the cover of a romance novel. He breathed heavily, looking tired and spent.
"Are you..." his voice was pained, rough with emotion. "Are you alright, sweet Zac? I am here now."
Nock slowly looked up. His pupils were dilated, swallowing the gold. His mane, miraculously untouched by the gore, was thick, voluminous, and perky. Through the mask of blood covering his face, his pearly white smile shone like a beacon of "I'm going to allow you to get fucked by me" energy.
Zac couldn't help but fall to his knees too, clutching the bars. "My hero! Please, free me from this cage so I might look more closely upon my rescuer!"
Nock's exhaustion vanished. He scurried over to a chain tie affixed to the wall with impressive speed for a man in full plate. Within a minute, the cage was lowered, and Zac was stepping out onto the cold stone of the dream castle.
"Oh, Sir Nock," he said, hugging himself and shivering slightly in his chainmail bikini. "You're so hunky... I mean, brave."
Nock turned and reached for him. He stepped forward, his massive, blood-slicked gauntlet gently lifting Zac's chin until the little human was looking up at him. Zac's heart raced. The "pizza delivery boy" part of the script was done. It was finally time for the real action.
Zac fluttered his eyelashes. "The bad guys are taken care of..." He looked down pointedly at Nock's armored codpiece. "I think it's time you sheath that sword."
Nock chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Yes, my chaste maid. Follow me, and we will escape this horrid smelling place."
He took Zac's hand and led him toward the door he had burst through earlier.
"Oh, we have to travel a bit?" Zac asked, trying to keep up with the lion's long strides. "I was thinking a little bit of pregaming here... you were so badass fighting those golems that I'm sure you could use a massage. Where I massage your face. With my butt."
Nock didn't answer. He simply led Zac over the threshold of the shattered door.
Zac looked up. He thought the lion man was right in front of him, but the moment his foot crossed the threshold, the world shifted. The cold stone dungeon vanished.
He found himself in an entirely different space. It was a luxurious yurt, vast and airy. sheer white linens hung from the ceiling, billowing in a gentle, warm breeze. Soft, amber lighting bathed the room in a golden glow, and the floor was made of smooth, light wood that felt warm underfoot.
Zac walked forward slowly, pushing the white drapes aside, his breath hitching as he found his way to the center of the room.
There, Nock, now stunningly clean and minus his blood-soaked armor, was sprawled out on a massive, circular bed strewn with red rose petals. He was naked, save for a single white silk sheet that was tastefully draped over his crotch, much to Zac's immediate and profound dismay. His golden fur gleamed in the soft light, his muscles defined and perfect.
When Zac clutched his chest to be sure his heart wouldn't beat out of his own chest, his hand didn't feel the cold metal of a chainmail bikini, but soft, weightless fabric. He looked down at himself and held out his arms. He was wearing a white silken robe, nearly see-through, that flowed around him like mist.
"Oh, pure one," Nock purred, gesturing Zac closer with a single, beckoning finger. "Your soft skin... it makes me grin. Your thoughtful eyes... make my spirit fly. Your... delicious ass... makes my thoughts quite crass."
Nock shifted, throwing his arms back over the headboard in a gesture that Zac interpreted as Come touch my perfect body, I give you permission even though I know I'm too good for you.
Zac didn't need to be told twice. He practically cannonballed onto the bed, the mattress absorbing the impact with a plush bounce. As he rebounded, he quickly scrambled onto his hands and knees, crawling toward the waiting lion with a hunger that defied all concepts of "chaste maiden."
Zac was shaking violently as he held his hands over Nock's sculpted body. He could see the adonis belt through the golden fur, the definition sharp enough to cut glass. He could even make out a thick vein running up the lion's powerful thigh where the fur was shortest.
"Thank you for spending time on the details," Zac whispered reverently. "They are so very important."
Nock grinned, looking quite smug. "Do not be afraid to touch," he purred. He reached over, pulling something small and square from under a pillow, and brought it to his mouth, biting the corner with a practiced rip.
Zac was oblivious to the lion's actions. His hand was slowly reaching toward the silk sheet, his heart beating so hard his ears hurt. He was desperately praying that the lion man did not have a literal lion dick and more of a...
Zac's mind slowly turned off as his hand hit the sheet and he felt what was under it.
He gripped what would be a painfully large human organ. Through the silk, he could feel bumpy bits at the tip and near the hot, thick base. Barbs, his brain supplied helpfuly. Are they barbs? Oh, you fucking feline. Hook me like a fish.
Zac finally came back to reality as Nock laughed, a rich, throaty sound. "You can do more than feel it through the sheet, sweet Zachary."
Zac looked up at Nock. The lion was holding a condom.
Zac's head slowly tilted to the side. "Wha... what's... is that a rubber?"
Nock nodded solemnly. "We do not want you getting pregnant, my sweet."
Zac looked around the dream-yurt, confused. "But, uh, mpreg is kind of hot. You don't wanna fill me with lion cubs? Because I wouldn't mind a bit of dream husband domesticity."
"Oh," Nock looked a bit surprised and uncomfortable. "Well, I still shouldn't. Marchosias told us we cannot defile you."
Zac nearly pulled his hair out. "SKARG LITERALLY PINNED ME DOWN AND FORCED HIS BIG DEMON DICK INTO MY TIGHT VIRGIN HOLE AND I LOVED IT!"
Nock's eyes dilated instantly. He grabbed Zac, pulling him into a passionate, consuming kiss.
Zac's eyes went wide before he collapsed into the lion's strong arms. His brain was on fire as he slowly made out with the perfect 10 lion man. Mmm, totally sandpaper, he thought blissfully as the rough tongue explored his mouth. His body felt like little pieces of ice were touching him all over in the best way possible.
Zac whimpered as Nock gently pulled away.
"My dear Zac," Nock whispered, his voice heavy with regret. "I hope the prophylactic doesn't upset you. I trust that you are disease-free, but..." The lion man looked down in shame, his ears flattening. "I cannot say the same."
Zac's lust cloud cleared just a bit. "Oh. Uh, if you've got lion herpes or something that's okay. I think like two-thirds of all people have the herpes virus or something."
"No, it is not that," Nock sighed. "It is much worse."
Zac sat up a bit, putting a comforting hand on Nock's chest. "If it's... if it's HIV, I understand. We can use the condom until I get on some of those pills they have. I think they even have a yearly injection now. It's no big deal, Nock. I'm glad you are such a gentleman and are honest, but I don't think we need to worry about it in my dream."
Nock shook his head again, looking tragic. "I'm sorry my sweet Zac, but there is no cure for this. And my demonic powers are so strong, it follows me into my dreams. I... I... I..." the lion stuttered. "I have the plague."
"The what?"
Zac opened his eyes.
He was laying on the cold stone floor of his room in Marchosias's keep. His head was still throbbing in pain from when he fell and hit the floor earlier.
He slowly rolled onto his side, staring at the wall.
"I didn't even get to see it," he whispered to the empty room. "FUCK."