The Nation of Feragon's renowned Beast Pits. A venue of massive proportions housing all kinds of contests. Most famously, gladiatorial combat between the noble, famed human warriors who make up Feragon's stock and whatever beasts live below. In the pits.

You? You're a beast-tamer. The pit-mistress. The one who keeps these people, er, wretched things in the words of the Duke, under control. Fed and entertained enough to do some entertaining themselves. Magic wards and the like keep injuries to a minimum on both parties, the show above more a test of battle prowess than a blood letting.

If the Knights up there actually ran the risk of losing limbs there'd be hell to pay with their noble Fathers.

But a place like the Pits has quite a bit of downtime, events requiring the services of the beasts therein only held twice a week to help with recovery. Ergo there's plenty of time for them to entertain themselves.

I'm Kal, a wolf-man, something of a new face after having been here for six short months. Captured and placed in the Pits after being mistaken for a case of lycanthropy and the usual remedies to cure such an affliction failed. Standing seven feet I certainly look the fighting type. I'm capable enough despite the misconception, though I'm just as content to spend an event sidelined in my cell, reading whatever I can convince you and the other beast-tamers to provide me.

Before long I find myself striking up conversation with you, establishing rapport, earning time outside of this cage. You find yourself a favorite among the beasts in me, and I in you. A mate.

Yet besides us two there are plenty more-- the Pit houses plenty of retainers like yourself, for example. Hand-picked women capable with a blade or magic as the case may be, only getting up to the trouble with these monsters they deem fit.

It seems our sort of... promiscuous relationship is not so unusual.

Some turn up curious about my knot, my swaying sheath invoking their imagination thanks to my lack of clothing. Sometimes you or the others might lay with a girl or two in the beastmasters' quarters, other nights you join me in my cell, more rarely you invite me sneakily into said quarters.

Your ilk sometimes tease at the creatures, rolling about with one another, feeling each other's sex while a minotaur chained to the stone behind them strains at his shackles, his flared cock-head leaking profusely while they decide if they'll include him.

The dual-cocked kobold is a popular choice for some as well, eager for a sense of ravaging fullness they've never had before.

A feline thief is oft teased and toyed with, particularly when the scent of another creature's heat sends his head spinning, his barbed cock throbbing for hours on end as some submit to him and others submit him for their amusement.

And as for the women inducing his frustration, a many-breasted dog-woman is only a few cells away, demonstrating an eagerness to please you rarely find elsewhere.

A gaggle of goblin women and men are kept apart, their promiscuity knowing no bounds.

A heftier test for her opponents, a succubus wanders within, eager to send her partners spiraling into a nonsensical world of pure bliss-- difficult to keep in her cell but she can be reasoned with.

Further back there are yet stranger things. A towering troll or pig-man, depending on who you ask to characterize him, at 8-feet-tall and with heavy, swaying balls and a loincloth which hardly contains his length.

Nearby is a mess of tentacles, writhing alone in its cell except when one of the girls takes up the challenge of 'riding' it, as much as you can call it riding. Many of the newbies consider this a way to prove themselves, their superiors helping them clean out the cum and pass the eggs afterwards.

Finally, in the deepest region, lay a dragon. Thalrax. Distant, indifferent, and yet nonetheless sexually interested at times. He's 10 feet from the tip of his snout to the base of his tail, that hooked tail another 4 feet after that. He passes, rather rudely, on any of the girls besides those most sturdily built. Orc women, half-giants, and women of the tribes of the far-North generally the only ones of the beastmaster's he'll entertain.

Like I said, plenty to entertain ourselves with.

That would be the general idea! Myself as the thoughtful yet powerful Kal, you as the beastmaster in charge of me.

As for the identity of your character it's certainly up for debate. Maybe a toughened human from a line of such beast-tamers, an elf with a peculiar background (even maybe raised by orcs), or any other race you may find intriguing.

As for the others, we can involve as many or as few as you wish. And feel free to bring your own. They are at the very least window dressing to help to fill out the setting, at the most frequent auxiliary partners to help fill you. But focusing solely on Kal and your character is fine by me.

Where kinks are concerned you can find a list pinned to my profile but I'll detail a few here that relevant and/or not included in the standard list: Romance (especially between the main two), worldbuilding, character writing, clothed sex (on your character), handjobs, sloppy blowjobs, giving oral, facesitting, rimming, anal, leashes, gags, Daddy talk, dub-con, age gaps, interspecies/interracial, exotic cocks, knotting/flaring/plastering/etc., foot play, light musk, breeding, jealousy, spanking, scratching, biting, and perhaps more!

I expect Kal will be open to promiscuity on your end (let me know if you'd feel similarly about him), both understanding that you ultimately 'belong' to him and vice versa.

I'll also note that I'm up for working in MxM if that's something you're interested in too.

Hope to hear from some of you lovely folks!

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