DnD Sex Edition

Perytons are a magical monstrous beast that appears to be a hybrid of a stag and an eagle. Sometimes, they are also described as having a wolf’s head. There are a variety of theories about the peryton, including the inclination to eat elven hearts, different shadow shapes, and mating habits. Humanoid hearts do seem to be consistently consumed as either part of a mating ritual (a male trying to attract a female) or a fertility ritual (a heart must be consumed to initiate the reproductive cycle).

The sun is warm on the back of your neck as you search for your next “prey.” A mild rhythmic breeze offers relief from the heat, as does the sudden dark cloud passing between you and the sun. The shadow from the cloud appears to be almost humanoid but shifting oddly at the edges. Your own shadow disappears inside the larger darkness. An odd huffing call, like a stag about to charge, startles you and you look up in the direction of the sound. Hovering above you is the blended form of a peryton! Wicked teeth, elegant antlers, and great wings meshed together.

You’ve heard that perytons can understand, and possibly even speak, the common tongue. You immediately launch into a hasty proposition for the aloft creature. The beast alights gracefully while you admire the smooth fur covering powerful forelegs. The peryton steps forward and opens its maw to lay a bloody piece of meat before you.

Performance check to see if the PC can pair up with the peryton (DC 10). 

On a success: You step forward and pick up the piece of meat. Warm blood oozes onto your hands. It’s a human heart. The peryton’s gift for his mate. You take a bite of the iron rich flesh, your teeth struggling to tear the dense muscle. Blood drips down your chin and you offer the remainder of the heart back to the peryton. He accepts your gift and swallows the remainder of the organ. 

With bloody hands, you disrobe. Wide wings shadow you as the peryton moves to mount you from behind. Less weight than you anticipated is transferred through the forelegs placed on either side of your hips. The small protuberance of an eagle’s cloaca presses against your ass, barely able to reach between your fleshy buttocks. A bugle of a stag in rut cries out above you as warm fluid coats your butt crack. The peryton flaps his oversized wings as he moves quickly back. He lowers his great antlers, obviously anticipating a fight. When no attack comes, he backs away cautiously until you are alone once more.

The PC avoids a combat with the peryton.

On a fail: You step forward and pick up the piece of meat. Warm blood oozes onto your hands. It’s a human heart. The peryton’s gift for his mate. You drop the heart, abruptly filled with the knowledge that its owner must have died very recently. You can justify a lot of activities for new and exciting sex, but cannibalism may very well be your hard limit. 

The peryton gives you a hard-eyed glare before bugling a challenge and lowering his antlers.

Initiate combat with the peryton.