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11:32 Vaak-Uhm: You awaken, in total darkness. The floor feels cold and hard beneath your bare feet, as though stone. There is no sound.

13:13 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My body feels tense as I awaken. Even at the moment I wake, I can feel the stifling darkness in this place. The death of the silence that surrounds me. The dark winds have come, just as I sensed. I push myself up off the floor, and reach for my hunting knives on my belt. I pull them slowly from their leather sheaths, and bring them to bear in front of me in the darkness. I call out to the beasts of night, honing their powers of nightsight to my eyes. I feel the magic take root....but still darkness.

13:13 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "A magical darkness....or I'm in the bowels of the earth.... No....the hollowness of this place.... This is something...darker...." I think to myself as my grip tightens on my knives.

13:13 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My voice finally breaks the dark silence. "Who has summoned me?" I ask as I stay crouched on my feet and slowly turning in the darkness, those knives turning as if to keep the darkness itself at bay.

16:45 Vaak-Uhm: I feel the stir of your magic, as your words echo through the chamber which your eyes cannot see for the total darkness in which I have placed you. Primitive magic, but strong, as you are strong. I study your tall, titanically muscular form as you crouch, ready to fight... it has been ages since I have enjoyed one such as this. I, of course, can see you clearly... I have many ways to see, and not all require light. Speaking of which...

16:45 Vaak-Uhm: I flex my will to the task, accompanied by a simple gesture of my hand, a physicality to which the spell is attached... one of the first spells I ever learned, more than two thousand years ago. The lamps in sconces set high on the walls burst alight, each flame backed by a polished metal reflector. The chamber is revealed : cylindrical, carved from reddish stone, smooth as marble at the floor and rough-hewn at the walls, the ceiling vaulting more than fifty feet overhead, forming a dome... a chandelier hangs here, and it has also burst alight. The walls are faced with shelves, crowded with books, scrolls, all manner of magical device I know you cannot fathom the function of. There is no apparent door.

16:45 Vaak-Uhm: And I am also revealed... pale, young-seeming, shirtless... fit, muscular, though nothing like your own swollen, powerful frame. Clad in black leather trousers and black boots.

16:45 Vaak-Uhm: "I have not summoned you, barbarian. I have collected you."

18:38 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My skin crawls as I feel something watching me in the darkness. It makes the pit of my stomach turn as the eyes watch me. Then, the darkness is dispelled as blazes of light momentarily blind me, making my eyes tighten as those hunting knives stay at the ready. I stare at where I feel the eyes and there you sit, perched on a large chair of sorts. It reminds me of a king's throne I once saw in my journeys, but you are no king. Nor does your chair have the sense of mortal royalty to it, though it does have a sense of power and regality all the same.

18:38 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I study you there, unmoving. My eyes now pierce you, studying every detail I see. Your frame has its own sense of power to it. You reek of something noxious to me, yet I know a hunter when I see one. Your attire looks like nothing I've seen before, yet it too commands a certain presence to my mortal soul. Then you speak to me...and tell me you have "collected"....me.... You see a smile spread across my face as a deep laugh rumbles in my chest.

18:38 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "Oh, you have not collected me.... Far from it...." I respond but then let my eyes finally wander away from you while keeping my knives squared at you. I look up and down the room I find myself in. Books, scrolls, glass cases with all matter of devices and implements - I know nothing of what I look at, but I do know you're a collector. That is certain. Yet there's nothing to show of your hunt besides these tokens I've seen mages collect. I turn back my gaze to you. My grip tightens on my knives as I begin to wonder something, and I give voice to the thought.

18:38 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "You say you've collected me....yet I see no remnants of your past hunts. So tell me....am I your first quarry that breathes and could draw your blood to taste?...." I ask as I stare at you down my blades.

19:14 Vaak-Uhm: Ahhh... the bravado of the adventurer. Another flex of my will; this time, there is no gesture, there is a word, though I have practiced the casting so often, the barest flex of my throat, the tiniest, inaudible whisper, the suggestion of speech is enough. I inhale... you smell of caution, wariness. An animal which knows it is hunted. But no fear. Not yet, at least. But as brave as men who label themselves "adventurer" are... and usually, that is just a self-important way of saying "grave-robber"... even at this early stage they smell of fear, even if they themselves do not know they are afraid. It is in their body. In their soul. But not yours. I grin at you... I am going to make this last as long as possible.

19:14 Vaak-Uhm: "And what, pray tell brave Bronan, do you conceive the trophies of a mage's hunts to be? Shall I adorn my walls with the skins of my successes? But, no... you are not the first I have collected with a will of his own." I lean back in my chair, flexing my will, readying the spells... unseeable, unknowable to any without a scholarly grasp of the arcane, they await, surrounding us as possibilities, waiting to come into being...

19:14 Vaak-Uhm: I have been at this for some time, and there are not many things you might do next which could surprise me...

20:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I stare at you across your....dwelling....and look at you with an even more scrutinizing eye. I look at you in a new light as I hear you call yourself a mage. My eyes narrow.... My people distrusted mages vehemently, but, since my home was razed to the ground, I have wandered the world and grown in ways my people never dreamed of. While I don't distrust mages, I know they know many secrets of the world that I do not. Their magic is more structured than the primal magics I wield, but they are just as deadly - more deadly in the right circumstances. Your....dwelling....likely could not be a more potent place for your powers. And still I wonder if you're reading my mind. I smirk and laugh shallowly as I sheathe my knives and start to stand.

20:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My 6'4" frame stands tall and proud, built impossibly wide and thick by human standards. But there's the old werebear blood that courses through my tribes veins...well...through my veins now. After me, it might be lost to the world.

20:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: As I remember my tribe and how alone I am now alone in the world, I look at you and wonder if some sad fate befell you. I know not to expect pity or compassion from you - there's something in your presence that lets me know you're beyond such things now, or maybe your arcane magics melted those emotions away from your soul long ago. And yet, there is something kindred about you as I stare into your cold, unamused eyes.

20:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "You may adorn your walls as you see fit....mage.... But...tell a simple barbarian just one thing....." I bow in a mocking show, more of the situation I'm sensing myself caught in than you personally. "Why do you want me?" I ask simply but pointedly as I stand straight again.

21:04 Vaak-Uhm: "I want what all mages want, my friend... more power than I had before." It is tiring, even to me, to maintain too many spells at the ready; I release the ones I hold now, all but one. This barbarian has chosen caution and discourse. I feel my manhood stir in my trousers. This is will be a filling meal, indeed. "Everything a mage does, in pursuit of his craft, is in the accumulation of power. Of course... all men desire power. All men seek to grow stronger... every practice of craft, of skill, every development of strength, is to become more powerful than one was yesterday. Tell me... how might you make me more powerful?" It stirs within, but I quell it. Not yet, not yet. This will be savored.

22:34 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I search your eyes as you speak from your sable chair. I ponder your words and remember many of the lessons the shamans taught me. My feeling of those dark winds in the forest come back to mind, reminding me of what I had sensed before even being brought to this place. But I listen to your words even as the void inside you seems to grow and threaten to swallow the room.

22:34 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "So you've summoned me here for my power? It seems my life has become nothing more than a struggle for power...or people vying for my power for one reason or another," I say as I start walking towards you slowly, a measured stride that lets you know I mean no harm. At the same time, it's a stride that lets you also know I am confident even here in this void that seems to want to swallow me. "But my power will not be yours for free," I say as I walk within ten feet of your chair.

22:34 Bronan_the_Barbarian: Standing there, I can feel the pull of you unlike when I was further away. I've never felt anything like this before. Even my most base animal instincts seem to twitch in that presence, like anticipation of the coming earthquake. But I stand there, even with the trembling of the quake in front of me. "What do you offer to barter for my services?" I ask while looking down at you in your chair.

23:40 Vaak-Uhm: "Services?" I flex my will as I stand. "This is not a negotiation." Raise my hand in a precise gesture, and blast of darkness bursts forth from my hand and strikes you, with enough force to throw a normal man clear across the room. "It is a meal." I fully open myself, and become cloaked in writhing darkness.

00:12 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My eyes see the pulling void that my body has been feeling at last. With a hunter's reflexes, my thick forearms come up to block at least some of that dark blast. I feel the dark push and yet pull at my arms as it pushes me backwards. At first, I think I may have just offended you from what I say. But then you declare that I am to be a meal.

00:12 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I stand pushed back about 5 feet, putting the distance between us at a mere 15 feet now. I reach back with razor precision and draw those knives again, with a grace and swiftness that belies my size. But rather than charge in, I fold those blades onto my forearms and cross them in front of me. You hear a word of primal power called out as a green energy seems to pour forth from my eyes and hands, circling my body as I charge in to meet your writhing darkness.

09:21 Vaak-Uhm: Ooohhh yessssssss... the power swells in you: aggression, combat, domination, LIFE. I feel your primal energies rise to meet my arcane might... I knew the strength of your will and body, but this is an unexpected treasure.

09:21 Vaak-Uhm: Two spells : one complex, one simple, one of a moment and one to sustain... though the sustaining is not terribly taxing, casting the two together takes a mighty flex of will.

09:21 Vaak-Uhm: The first complex, subtle, momentary, its work done as I shout "contempero!" and it dissipates. The blades of your knives are altered, their structure changed at the smallest scales... they will crumble to dust at the first strike against anything more substantial than paper.

09:21 Vaak-Uhm: The second simple, blunt, raw... as close to the primal nature of your magics as Darkness can be. There is no word, gesture, or device for this casting... my own form is the focus. The darkness which wreathes me contracts into my being, and now this form is physically strong. A match for yours? We shall see.

09:21 Vaak-Uhm: I drive under your arms to meet your rush, gripping against your body, lifting, squeezing, bright green life and hungry darkness flaring and gnarling against each other.... the conduit opens fully, and I get my first taste. IT IS MAGNIFICENT.

10:44 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I know of the dangers of mage magic, but I also knew I had no way to get a strategic advantage in your cylindrical room. I also knew to expect a tactic on your part, if not a few traps or snares. Of course I don't know what they are, so I operate as quickly and as deadly as I can, seeking to end the fight as soon as possible.

10:44 Bronan_the_Barbarian: So much happens in those moments where we close the gap between us, but I am surprised to see you rush in to greet me with a grip around my body. Your arms just at my ribs with our height difference. My arms are unimpeded and they raise HIGH above you as I look down. You can see my hairy, deep, cavernous arm pits that are framed with swollen pecs and thick lats, the scent of the forest, of musk and manhood, of POWER lingering in your nostrils. But then you also can see the thickness of those arms overhead with the knives pointed down at you like two primal fangs about to end your life...or so I would have it be. I bring down those hunting knives with deadly precision at an angle to slip between your top ribs and pierce down into your lungs with their twelve inch length. You hear a surprised grunt from me as the knife in my left shatters, just as you expected. But the one on the right does not shatter....

10:44 Bronan_the_Barbarian: The knife in my right hand releases a brilliant spark of light, blinding me momentarily but also surprising me. The blade has never reacted like this before, but I've also never fought a mage quite like you before either. I look down to see that the tip of the right blade has pierced your skin and a trickle of blood runs down your pale, smooth pec now. It's not the grievous wound I sought to inflict, but there is no time to think. I let my animal instincts kick in.

10:44 Bronan_the_Barbarian: The knife in my left hand is discarded unceremoniously as my left hand grabs your hair and JERKS your head backwards. I'm surprised your neck doesn't snap back more than it does, but it makes no difference - your neck is well open for my blade, now. I press the tip against your neck as I speak.

10:44 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "I am not your meal....but I do not want to be trapped wherever you have us..... So release me....now....mage....or I will spill your blood to paint your walls and show you how a barbarian decorates a hall...." I growl as I stare down in your eyes as that knife seems to hum as the tip pushes into your neck.

12:11 Vaak-Uhm: You are so strong, so MALE, the heady cocktail of your physical and mystical power is intoxicating. I feel our energies clashing, tiny scales of interaction at the bare edge of reality, universe-changing forces working in spaces too small to ever perceive, and my hungry darkness licks at the well of you, eager... but it is not yet time. So strong, so male... so fast.

12:11 Vaak-Uhm: A surprise!! My spell which makes blades fragile normally works even upon enchanted blades... your blade resists, somehow. More than resists, its enchantment is reactive, and even harms the physicality of my form. Fascinating. It is gratifying, after these many ages, that the worlds still hold surprises and secrets. There is ever more to learn.

12:11 Vaak-Uhm: And now, before I even have a chance to squeeze your thick, hard, powerful body and provoke your great strength, your enmagicked blade is at my form's throat, your massive hand in my hair... I smile, I can feel your own surprise at the resistance your strength encounters. Your power, your dominance hums and exudes from you. Yessss... it grows closer, ever closer...

12:11 Vaak-Uhm: "Indeed." I flex my will again. "Dislocus." The darkness which boils around me envelopes me, my form becomes it, and I vanish. You are alone.

12:40 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I snarl a curse under my breath as you escape. "Fucking mages...." I think to myself as I look around the room, my lone hunting blade pointed out. It's in that moment that I feel hunted for the first time in your dwelling, more vulnerable than I'm used to feeling. When I can lay my eyes on you, my prowess has a focus. But now, I go back to feeling that darkness all around me, pulling at me from all angles, seeking to devour. Your powers are of darkness, that is certain - everything about you seems to call upon the dark. But my blade....

12:40 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My eyes turn to it as I remember the light that seemed to pour out of my blade. This may be my one way to defend myself from you, but I wonder why an old family hunting knife would have such power. Yet it would be like a barbarian tribe to use an old relic of ages long past in their everyday life. Afterall, barbarians are known for making use of things and eschewing things that have no practical use - so should an old relic have made its way to my family's possession, it would be used, not placed on a shelf and revered. But what good is the blade if I can't find you to spill your blood with it?

12:40 Bronan_the_Barbarian: "Come out, mage. Or at least tell me how you know my name...." I growl as I turn slowly, my eyes searching for a physical form of what I feel all around me. Even though I am hunted, I smile. It has been a long time since I had a challenge. And I've seen the lust in your eyes - it's one of the few things about you not stained with a depth of morose contemplation. My loins stir as I think about someone who can challenge me and who has flashed such brazen lust at me. My smile widens as I turn slowly, cautiously making my way to your shelves.

13:05 Vaak-Uhm: It is far more difficult to see you, from here... even more difficult to return to form from formlessness. It is casting without focus, and that is taxing even to me. So I watch you... sense you. Even here I can feel the stirring in your loins.. you are so mighty, so male, so dominant... and there, finally, the flicker of uncertainty, the first true emotional acknowledgement of danger. You are so powerful, you might even accept the bargain... what I will take to feed my hunger, your life will restore to you, and you have it to spare, more than any two other men I have feasted upon. But, it does not serve me without the struggle, the arousal, the rage. And so the game unfolds as it always does. And for the moment, I watch you prowl...

13:49 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I finally reach your shelves and I turn my back to them, looking up again at the room. There's an ancientness to the place that makes me wonder what your bonds with this place might be. The shamans used to tell tales of great spirits that would be bound to specific locations. I have to ask myself if you are one of those great spirits. But why would a great spirit of darkness be interested in me?

13:49 Bronan_the_Barbarian: But I also think back to other tales of the shamans - tales of darkness. Unlike believers of other paths, the shamans taught that darkness was no more foreign to creation than light itself - unlike other paths, shamans embraced the dark as an essential component to existence, and not one of inherent evil. Night brings darkness for slumber for many creatures, helping us to achieve our balance in day. Maybe your darkness is a natural part of the world in ways I can't even comprehend. But I stare up at all I see before me, and I wonder who, or what, you might be underneath it all. I'm not even sure you're human at this point. I don't hold my position, though as I circle your room with the shelves at my back.

13:49 Bronan_the_Barbarian: Though my senses of magic are nowhere near as developed as yours, I can feel a hunger pulling at me. Deep. Carnal. Not quite feral, but the more refined cousin of it. It makes my chest and balls tighten. There's a chemistry brewing in this dark silence that makes my werebear blood spark with that green energy. Like you, I enjoy the hunt.... And I decide to savor this one as well as I place my knife on your shelf. This....is a gamble.... But it's time to meet that darkness of yours.

13:49 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I keep that feral battle stance as I slowly make my way back to the center of the room. Along the way, I shrug off my furred mantle, revealing my scarred torso. When I get there to the center of the room, where I awoke, I growl as I lick my lips. "Let's play, mage.... If that's what you truly are...." Every muscle on my body twitches as a pulse of adrenaline is released in my bloodstream. Those powerful muscles blessed by the strength of the bear await the mage with a new focus.

14:59 Vaak-Uhm: By the forces, you are a specimen! A treasure! A banquet.

14:59 Vaak-Uhm: ENCORPUS!! The word is shouted soundlessly into the void, and with a TITANIC flex of will, I am before you, the great swirling vortex of darkness which erupts collapsing into the same form you saw before ; athletic, pale, young. The image of myself I recall from my youth. My youth... so long ago.

14:59 Vaak-Uhm: Here, again as much in the physical world as ever I am, your strength, confidence, domination, MALENESS flows like a river, surges like a sea at storm, so much so that my form responds sexually, my manhood swelling in my black leather trousers. This time, I am barefoot.

14:59 Vaak-Uhm: As my form comes fully into being I cast again, the writhing darkness folding tight about me, enstrengthening my limbs.

14:59 Vaak-Uhm: "Let us, indeed." The muscles of my form flex and swell as I rush in, low, seeking again to clinch my arms about your body…

15:13 Bronan_the_Barbarian: You rush in and seek to physically engage with me. Of this, I know I am your superior, yet you rush to me. Seeing you come at me with such hunger only makes me groan in lust for the combat and sexual energy that swells as much as our stiffening manhoods. I can't control myself as you come in, though. I reach down just as you get there and slip my arms under yours, bending my knees and lunging into you as I do. My shoulder slams into your chest as my thick arms lock around your much smaller frame. Our collision sounds like the slamming of a boulder into a mighty oak. And with that, your bare feet leave the ground.

15:13 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I take a few steps with the lunge as my back straightens and HOISTS you up onto me. Your face is brought level with mine as I begin to SQUEEZE, right at your midback. Powerful limbs enhanced with ancient primal magics CRUSH at your body, while a massive chest serves as a boulder to smash you upon. I look in your eyes as I begin to power my arms into you, and you can see the lust in my eyes. You can see I still have questions, but they seem to fade as that green fire of lust burns brighter in my eyes. You can sense I don't want to harm you - part of me feels humbled that you have chosen me, for whatever it is. But I also know I'm chosen for a reason, your own acknowledgement of my strength. That's when those arms begin powering into you with a deep, crushing force - the power of the Bear coming onto you like a crushing primeval hold of lust and other carnal appetites.

15:39 Vaak-Uhm: "... uuunnnggghhh...." the breath is crushed from my form, as your great strength closes down upon me. Were this body unstrengthened by magic, your grip would surely break my ribs and spine. As it is, the ruggedness of my form is sorely tested. As before, all along our bodies, as flesh touches flesh, the darkness of hunger and the bright green light of life flare and strive with and against one another, and I can taste your power, intimately, once again... the conduit is fully open, but we have only the barest of contact, and so it is but a taste, a morsel to whet the appetite. I flex my body against you, just as I flex my will to cast, to resist your impossible strength. I lift my legs, and encircling your great body, and flex muscle again, crushing down upon you, giving you a taste of the strength in this form. I meet your gaze, you can see lust and hunger mirrored in my eyes... My pupils are swirling vortices of Darkness, storms of endless depth. So concentrated must I be on our physical engagement, it is actually an effort to cast my next spell, despite its simplicity. Fortunately, it is tied to a small gesture, rather than a word, because I can spare not the breath to speak. My trousers, and your loincloth, become as smoke and vanish. My strong hands come to rest on your swollen, bulging traps, and I attempt to meet you strength for strength, my manhood throbbing against your hard belly.

16:43 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I stare in your eyes as all this happens, and my eyes speak so much to you. To hear your breath driven from you, makes my cock harden and lengthen almost immediately. My nine inch pole of manhood hardens and wrestles with my loincloth for freedom as your air is crushed from you. You hear my own lungs surrender a bit of air as I groan out low, my own feral hungers being sated.

16:43 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I know I can take your strength now, but to feel your legs come up and encircle me makes me more excited. For me, this is a primal acceptance of being bred. A bigger groan of air bellows out of my lungs at that as my stance widens just as your legs tighten on me. I can feel your strength, and it pushes at mine, but I know I will hold solid against you. But that you have such strength in my arms - no other man has...but a man being able to resist my strength is all I've ever wanted, and here I have it. The loin cloth tents further, slowly losing the battle with my cock.

16:43 Bronan_the_Barbarian: But then, the loincloth vanishes completely, and my cock is free to swing up unimpeded. You feel a solid THUMP of my cock against your ass then, your glutes taunt from your legs around me. The sudden sensation of the THUMP of my cockhead against you sends shockwaves through me, my eyes and pupils both going wide from the feeling. I begin wrestling you down onto that cock then, aiming for your hole in part like a horny beast in rut, but also mindful of the being I have before me - I don't know if I could hurt you, but I don't want to. My jaw trembles with resolve as I force myself to slowly wrest open your hole with my thick cock, though my bearhug now feels like I'm trying to pull you inside my body as I lower you for the mating I feel like you've thrown yourself into.

17:20 Vaak-Uhm: I see the lust in your eyes, feel it in your body; the primal urges fuel my drive, and my hunger becomes truly sexual for the first time in centuries. By the Forces, I will relish this. Your grip increases, testing my form further... My strong hands grip your arms, the inside of my biceps laying along the length of your own powerful biceps and I squeeze inward, as though urging, assisting your crush. I flex my legs harder against you, crushing us together the pressure enough to kill a normal, mortal man in moments. I feel your manhood at my ass, pushing, and my hole gapes and swallows your thick cock, as though my ass were pulling me down onto you. I howl in pleasure; the contact is great now, the power of you filling me, and my hunger drinks greedily from the stream you have become. I grip your hair, pull your head back, and kiss you roughly, demandingly, my tongue plunging into your mouth, seeking, tasting devouring.

17:30 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I feel you assisting me in so many ways, encouraging further animal urges from me. The part of me that's a man relishes the beast, too, so what's to worry about?

17:30 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My tongue wrestles back against yours as that becomes another struggle for dominance. But here, you hold your ground with me, our tongues flexing, tasting, licking, and caressing each other as the hunger deepens. I start leaning you back then on the smooth stone floor, my knees bending to lower is down together. The angle helps me go deeper into you, my thick cock grinding into you and pulsing over your prostate. I can feel your legs angling my back to help push, those powerful legs again showing their power. But I curl up over you, my knees on the stone floor, my cock angling in deeper, and my abs and pecs bulged up on you as I curl on you more. Fuck, my beast balls churn as I give you my full power.

17:57 Vaak-Uhm: The stream becomes a river, and I gulp it down... it's so strong, I can barely keep up... this form is ill equipped to drink you. As you fuck me powerfully, my ass sucks at your cock greedily... my tongue lengthens and thickens, plunging into your throat. My toes and fingers lengthen, thicken, and I begin to spread, wrapping you, still fucking you savagely…

19:00 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I feel your form changing around me, making my balls churn even more at first even though I have no idea what's happening. My throat feels the growing pressure of your tongue, then it's expanding exploration down inside me. Again, at first, this excites me, my urges take over as the bearhug tightens and my cock mirrors the exploration of your tongue, though in a more beastly fashion. My hips suddenly THRUST and bury my cock inside you to the hilt as I feel my balls now grind on your tight glutes and my own body. My cock expands in girth as I take this powerful creature fully with my cock. Your fingers and toes are hidden from my view, so I don't see the strange metamorphosis happening with them, but I do feel you spreading, wrapping me....cocooning me in yourself.

19:00 Bronan_the_Barbarian: It's then that I realize you are fucking me....and I am not fucking you.... It is then that the sexual lust still climbs to its apex, but is accompanied by a sense of danger - deep, dark danger. The beast inside responds as my arms THICKEN and SQUEEZZZEEEEEEE with the might to shatter an oak trunk. I stare in your eyes, also changing. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?.....

19:12 Vaak-Uhm: I drink deeper of your power, as your muscles flex huge and you squeeze me further... the torrent of dominant maleness, power, LIFE which flows from you is so thick and strong you can't even feel me drinking you, yet... you just FUCK with animal lust and ferocity, it is GLORIOUS... your strength bears down harder, but my form is already changing, wrapping you... I squish away from within the circle of your arms, becoming a writhing mass of dark tentacles, wrapping your hips, torso, limbs... my tongue thickens and PLUNGES you, my ass becomes tendrils enwrapping your manhood... a slick tendril slithers INTO your manhood, drinking your precum... A thick, slick tendril finds your ass and enters you, palpitating...

19:24 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My mortal body can't believe what I see....what I feel.... My powerful arms CRUSH....into....nothingness?.... What thing of the universe are yoouuuggghhhhh...... GAAGGGG Throaatttt..... GGAAAGGGGGGG My head arches back as my stomach wretches from the THING PLUNGING into me. But no relief comes. I stare up at your chandelier as my head angles back, my abs RIPPLE with the effort of my diaphram to eject you....but nothing.... My back curves and twists as I feel the writhing mass of dark tentacles begin to wrestle me.

No....this wasn't.....this....uugghhh.....ooogghhh..... My hips pull back, to withdraw my cock as I feel things change there, but no withdrawal happens. In fact, the opposite happens as my manhood is penetrated. My eyes go WIDE as my knees spppreeaadddd on their own. My glutes tighten as my cock reverses retreat and begins impaling itself on that invading tendril. Fuuuccckkkkk....my beastial urge to breed working against me..... But then the tendril at my ass..... My arms SHAKE with power then as I RREEACCCHHHHHH back. Refusing that, FIGHTING that. My hands savagely CLAW at you, my teeth BITE at your "tongue" as my dominant maleness refuses to accept that final thick, slick tendril of darkness, even as it palpitates and pulses at my clenched tight beast hole.

19:51 Vaak-Uhm: And still the river of power flows from you and GROWS... even as I suckle your flesh, your magic, your LIFE, it torrents from you in a monstrous flood... my tendril invades your manhood to drink AND YOU FUCK IT, thrusting into it, urging it DEEPER... and deeper it goes, finding the root, DRINKING there...

19:51 Vaak-Uhm: Your arms tense and flex and you FIGHT, still you fight, and now the torrent tastes of lust and power and strength and rage and defiance and POWER.. perhaps even fear, but the tumult is too great to be sure and I DRINK..

19:51 Vaak-Uhm: My tentacles and tendrils wrap your powerful arms and legs as they fight me, pulling, smaller tendrils wrapping your fingers... the tendril in your manhood thickens, another comes over the outside of your cock, a great sucking mouth engulfing the length of it. Tendrils wrap your chest, find your nipples, sucking greedily... the tentacle in your mouth feels your bite and your mouth is filled with sweet juice tasting of manhood, it grows thicker, dives deeper into your gut and I DRINK you.. your cock is sucked, smaller tendrils find your puckered ass, grip around the edge, pull it open...

21:15 Bronan_the_Barbarian: My body is awash in sensations, the many physical ones too much for me, no hope to feel the more mystical ones supping at my essence. At first, it's that sensation of something fucking my cock. Still my knees spread to offer berth and I suddenly feel like so many of the women who have spread their legs as I've entered them.....

21:15 Bronan_the_Barbarian: NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I howl in my head, a surge of RAGE streaming down your gullet at that moment as my green fires become laced with the red rage. My legs finally stopping to spread as I fight that reaction. But I feel you there, at the root of my power. This sensation I know of not natural for women - well, perhaps some of the more petite women I've bred when I've bottomed out in them, but NEVER have I, BRONAN, ever fucking felt anything like this. I try to HOWL OUT on that growth in my throat, but no sound. Only vibration amid the sounds of tentacles writhing.

21:15 Bronan_the_Barbarian: But that isn't the only assault. I feel your efforts increase on my arms and legs. But then a shiver goes up my spine as I feel those tendrils wrap around my individual fingers. I let out a surprised grunt, the sensation so disarmingly seductive. My fingers grasp at you, almost like I'm lacing my fingers through your human ones that disappeared moments ago. You feel my hands GRIP as the tendril in my cock THICKENS. My back ARCHES as I feel my cock might explode, but then that sucking mouth ENGULFS the shaft of my cock. One might assume this would bring pleasure or a sense of relief - it did not. It only made my cock feel like it was trying to explode and implode all at the same moment. My manhood feels completely trapped and like it might cease to be if left in that state. And yet the veins running along the length of my cock SURGE with new blood being pumped in, as if to preserve my cock. The blood surge and the invader serves to swell my member to the largest it's ever been, swelling from my normal 9x7 to 10.5x8.

21:15 Bronan_the_Barbarian: Even though my mind can't stop to process them all, I thought I knew all of your savage attacks by then. I thought the cock attack or the assault on my virgin hole might be the most savage. No, I was incredibly, stupidly wrong. Those tendrils on my nipples attach smoothly, seductively. My nostrils flare. My back slowly arches more as my neck and arms tremble. But you feel this tremble is different - not one of resistance, but one of being utterly overwhelmed.

Nnnnoooo...nnnooooooo.....ooowwwwwhhhuuu ggggaaaawwdddsssss..... - thoughts becoming harder.

Deep, lusty pants erupt from my undulating pecs as I seem to sink backwards. The stimuli overwhelming me and shorting out my brain’s ability to comprehend and fight.

A melody of beastial sounds are all that's in my head now as my clenched hole loses the stamina needed to resist. Only the beast is here now. The beast in dark rut....

21:30 Vaak-Uhm: You are a torrential flood of power, a seemingly endless well... the rage POURS into me, animal might, my own essence thrumming ecstatically, NEVER have I felt such STRENGTH, such LIFE...

21:30 Vaak-Uhm: A thick tendril pushes into your open ass and PUMPS you, fucking deeply, thickening, PULSATING, fucking deeper, as though it will reach and touch the tendril fucking into your gut through your mouth...I work your swollen, pumping manhood, inside and out while your massive cock fucks into my penetrating tendrils mindlessly, plunging ever deeper into the root of your cock, DRINKING... my tendrils wrap your massive balls, pulling them tight... the suckling tendrils at your nipples invade, pushing in, drinking directly from your monstrous pec muscle... tendrils latch and suck and penetrate your thick lats, MORE STRENGTH TO DRINK... I cannot bear it, I must have it ALL... tendrils puncture your swollen balls and DRINK from the very seat of your manhood, cum and life PUMPING... every connection between our flesh pumps my ecstasy back into you and I SUCKLE FURIOUSLY...

21:30 Vaak-Uhm: YOU ARE ABUNDANT AND I WILL DRINK IT ALL.

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: BODY...ALL....EVERY....CAN'T....

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: BALLS....NNNNOOOOO......MANHOOD....DDRRAAIINNINNNGGG......

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: BACK....TWISTS....ABS CONTORT....WRITHING

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: PECS....NIPPLES....PENETRATED.....AARRCCCHHHIINNNGGG.....HEEAVVIINNGGGG.....

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: CONSUUMMEEDD.....CONNSSUUUUMMEEDDD...... DEVOURED.....

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: ABS.....SSTTREETTCCCHHHH......GODS......SO....FFUUULLLLL..... FULL OF....YOU...... BOTH ENDS.... GORGING ON YOU...AS YOU GORGE ON ME...... FFEEAASSTTTT..... FEAST OF BEAST!!!!!

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: HEART...PULSING.... PULSE OF LIFE. COURSING THROUGH ME. PRIMEVAL. CREATION.

22:59 Bronan_the_Barbarian: WHAT AM I ?

23:07 Vaak-Uhm: THE LIFE THE LIFE I WILL DRINK IT ALL THE FLOOD THE FLOOD AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH SSSOOO MUCH POWWERRRRR

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: VIBRATIONS. BODY. VIBRATING.

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: ARMS. LEGS. CORE. OFFERED UP ON AN ALTAR OF DARKNESS.........

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: OFFERING..... AN OFFERING!!! TO PRIMAL DARKNESS!!!!!

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: HIPS.....TTHHRRUUUSSTTTTTTT VIBBRAATTTIIOONNNSSSSSS

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: BEAST BALLS......FUUUCCCKKK..... BEYOND CHURNING. BEYOND BOILING.....

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: NEEDING.....FUCKING.....PULSING.....GIVING!!!!!!!!!!!!

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: TTHHHRRRUUSSSTTTTTTTT TTTHHHRRRUUUSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTTHHHHHHRRUUUSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: COCK PULSATES!!!! VIBRAATTTTESSSSSSS!!!!!!!! UNLIKE....ANY....ORGGAASSSMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAWWWWWUUUUGGGHHHH

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: EXPLOSION IN BRAIN. CAN'T. FATHOM.... CAN'T....fathom..... can't.... falling.... falling.... don't.... must....sslleeeeppppp.............

23:16 Bronan_the_Barbarian: *I'm in deep throes of orgasm and ecstasy still yet, thrashing in your tentacles as I fade to unconsciousness, still twitching and convulsing for several minutes even after out cold*

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: THE FFFLLLOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!! The torrent breaks open, a TSUNAMI of power and life, filling my hungry darkness, so much cum, DRINKING from your muscle and gut and ass and cock and straight from your balls, SUCKING SUCKING SUCKING SO MUCH POWER.... DRINKING DRINKING DRINKING DRINKING DRINKING....

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: I AM SATED.

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: Impossibly, unfathomably... I am sated. I drink, spasmodically, reflexively, at the trickle which remains... never has one man fed me to fullness, before, never in my long like.. I feel GLORIOUS... and you...

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: A flicker of life remains. Never could a normal man have survived... your primal magic and powerful physicality were a deep well, indeed. I force myself to stop suckling at you. Even in my dark hunger, I am not without compassion. You cannot be taken from the world yet, barbarian. You have work to do.

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: I flex my will, and healing energies flow into your unconscious body as my tendrils withdraw. And, a gift... at the height of our melding, I could see into your mind. You have such power, it should not be taken from the world. And so, another flex of my will, a powerful spell but easy to cast when I’m so full of POWER... you may make others like you, should you wish it, when you breed them... the knowledge is there, within you, waiting to be unlocked at your next rutting. You shall not die out.

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: You are fully healed, but still drained, as I withdraw completely and return to my human form. Your recovery will take time. You will ache, and feel weak, for days. But you will live and grow strong again.

23:48 Vaak-Uhm: I flex my will, "Relocus!" and you are gone through the same portal which brought you here. Returned to the forest from which I plucked you. We shall not meet again, but I shall never forget you.

00:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: I am back in that forest, laying on the ground, still panting even in my unconscious state. The moon is high overhead shining down. There's a gentleness in the forest, except for my deep breathing which even by morning still never achieves calmness.

00:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: Finally, at dawn, the sun seems to push back the dark unconsciousness that I was cocooned in. With a start, I BOLT up and cry out "WAIITTT!!!!!" But I see I'm alone, back in the forest. It's then that I grab at my abs, a deep aching in them. Oh fucckk, and my hole, stretched so wide and still aching. I close my eyes though....and savor every ounce of pain and pleasure that still reverberates in my body. Never have I wanted more from someone I've bedded. But now I've been bedded....and a smile comes across my face as I know nobody....no thing....in the world could make me feel like you did. I laugh deeply, even though it aches, and I lean back to take my cock in hand to relish the memories again with my morning wood.

00:04 Bronan_the_Barbarian: Across the rest of my lifetime, I'll think of you like this many more times. Wondering where you came from, what you are, and occasionally offering a thanks for helping me ensure the survival of my kind.

Published: 2020-01-30, viewed 161 times.