Anonymous
9/20/2025, 8:53:21 AM
No.539752217
>"Wilcer, what's this about? Why the secrecy?"
>Wilcer's familiar smirk could be seen though his face was half hidden in shadow
>"I know about Camellia, Commander."
>The commander froze, and immediately began running through possible explanations.
>"Listen, Wilcer--"
>A side door in the ruined house opened, and a few grinning crusaders stepped in, one cracking his knuckles. Horgus shuffled in behind them carrying some kind of rope and harness, looking nervous but determined.
>"Oh don't worry, *Commander*, your secret is safe with the Fellows."
>Wilcer nodded to the crusaders, who began removing their armor and clothes, muttering and snickering to eachother.
>"But that depends on you, and your... cooperation with our weekly meetings."
Did Camellia arrange such a thing, do you think?
Anonymous
7/16/2025, 5:31:40 PM
No.531461843
>cast legendary proportions on Wilcer Garms
>cast reduce person and feeblemind on yourself
>Fully. Inside. Wilcer.
>with considerable effort and moaning he "births" you
>"Oh there's my baby commander, oh what a stinky stinky baby!"
>The Hand watches invisibly, "Ch-champion... Iomedae..."
Anonymous
6/16/2025, 11:14:22 PM
No.527682916
>"I've got a little something for you, Commander"
>you're startled as Wilcer takes your hand, but his confidence lets you go along with it. He gives you that smirk you're so fond of, and a little rub of his finger on your palm as he leads you into a shadowy Drezen alley.
>you chuckle to yourself but feel a lump in your throat as you allow yourself to be led along by this round cherub
>the smirk never leaves his plump face as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the ground
>you feel yourself getting hard as you look back to the busy street nervously, wishing he wouldn't go so slow but also savoring every moment
>"I take care of the crusaders, now who's going to take care of me?"
>you're speechless at this, your attempt to chuckle fades completely as you understand his implication
>the sounds of people in the street behind you make you nervous, but also thrill you
>your gaze focuses intently between his legs as he flips over some fabric, revealing his girthy hog.
>"By Iomedae, he's huge!" you think to yourself.
>stepping up close to you, he puts a hand on your shoulder, and with the slightest pressure you immediately comply, dropping to kneel on the cobblestones
>"That's right, commander. You are."
