THE HIGH TABLE

Vic P: The Behemoth sauntered through the dungeons walls, clanging echoing through the hallways. Blood, guts, brains scattering the floors, and walls all the same. Whatever came through here, came through with a damn mission. Clear marks of claws deep into the walls, 3 deep gashes trailing the direction Vic was walking. The near 430 pound wall of muscle catching up to whatever went before him

Getting closer, the random goblins, kobolds, and beasts turned to more civilised people. Another Orc, draped in blue with a thick hammer to boot. Left behind, half of his skull caved in. Less than 20 yards and there was another, Red garbs this time. Torn to shreds, body still convulsing as hands rested just below its abdomen, where its intestines poured out. Clear marks of whatever beast sliced through the Orcs thick hide like a knife through butter. And finally, one last green-clad Orc. Smaller than the rest, skimpier too. A wand in his possession, but he was taken out in one shot. No head to find, just a pool of mush, with multiple limbs facing the wrong way

Finally, having picked up a bit of gold and a couple items from each Orcs pack, the Behemoth got to the entrance to what must've been the dungeons protector. 10 foot door, carved with those same deep gouges leading this way from the corridor. The scent of an Alpha Direbear permeating the entire dungeon, but it was nowhere more potent than here. Yet despite that, looking through that door, the Behemoth spotted the final, fourth Orc casually tossing that Direbears tongue aside like worthless meat. Stood atop of the carcass of the freshly slain Beast. Easily 480 pounds, 6 foot 6, and refreshed after a hearty battle boosted this Orcs power, absorbing the strength the Direbear had

Vic took one step into the room, Intending on soloing the dungeon himself, but clearly the Orcs party beat him to it. And one Orc in particular, stood right as rain on top of the Behemoths property. One he recognised having left the Tavern 50 minutes earlier with those other 3 Orcs who lay slain in the corridor. One who Vic warned to stay away as they made their move on the Dungeon

"Yer might wanna hand over anything yer found Orc. I didn't plan on ratting through this dungeon to take what was mine, but you overstepped your fucking mark"

Darius Beshkar: The large orc grinned and scratched his balls, shifting as his bulging muscles ripped the last of his clothing off his expanded body, his new height and muscle, along with the heart of that bear having turned him into a barbarian with few equals. The orc chuckled and laughed, licking his lips as he looked the behemoth over. "sure, you can take the treasure, I got the strength I was looking for." But then the orc licked his lips. "how bout you pay for it with your mouth? I could use a good fuck to test out my size," he said, flexing his blood painted muscles.

Vic P:The Orc wasn't just bigger in terms of his body. His body was hairier, his nuts hung lower. His cock clearly grew with him. But that didn't stop the Behemoth who just cocked his head and smirked as the Orc made his comment. "Someone's feeling the kill huh? First time is it? I'll make sure it's yer fucking last when I smash that skull into the damn wall"

Vic swaggered forward more and more, just taunting the Orc as he looked around the chaos that had been wrought in the room. This Orc wasn't this big before, and he still took that Direbear down. What a fight this was going to be...

Darius Beshkar: The orc laughed, too cocky after his growth to take the taunts seriously. He growled, his body bulking even further as he pushed himself into a rage, roaring and charging at the other man to hammer two hard hooks at the behemoth's jaw, wanting to brutalize the other man, snarling, "I'll rip you in half with my cock then eat your heart for your power too."

Vic P: Vics head clacked loudly with the two punches. First one blocked, second one coming right through the block, lashing his head sideways with a power he'd never felt before. Not even from other dungeon bosses. This was new, unchartered territory. With that, Vic knew he had to go to his staple fighting style, immediately lunging low to grapple and topple the Orc. Distracting him just enough, before lashing his tail up towards the Orcs skull

Darius Beshkar: Darius growled, snarling back in the grapple, managing to stay standing as they locked up. The orc hammered two hard knees at the behemoth's pecs, his head snapping to the side with the hard tail hit, leaving him off balance.

Vic P: If the Behemoth didn't have a fortress for a body, he'd be out already. His pecs taking the brutal force of the Orcs knees with nothing more than a wince, driving his tree-trunk legs down to the ground to lift Darius up. Trying his best to hold the Orc up, rushing to the wall to slam the Orc into it. But his steps had to be short to avoid falling over. As a result, there was much less power when both beasts hit the wall

Darius Beshkar: Grinned as he was lifted, hammering hard right elbows and left knees into the behemoths back and chest, feeling the other adventurer stagger beneath him. "Yeah bitch, feel my muscles, can barely lift them despite your own, I'm gonna show you who your alpha is before I end you for trying to fight me." the orc growled before grunting as he hit the wall, hammering two more elbows down at the top of Vic's skull.

Vic P: Each slam felt like a train crashing into the Behemoth, his brain rocking side to side with every single hit. His leg shuddering, his chest rumbling with a deep growl, before rising up, his anger taking over, losing his composure and smashing the hardest punch he could into the Orcs chin. Near jumping to headbutt the Orc following, his horns slashing some of his neck, no deep gouge however. "Keep this up Orc, and I'll gut you where you fucking STAND"

Darius Beshkar: the orc's head snapped with the punch, growling and a little dizzy as the headbutt connected. He gripped the behemoth's horns to shove them up, feeling them scrape his neck, slicing skin to make him bleed for a moment before his flexed muscles squeezed them closed. He growled and flexed as hard as he could to try to shove the behemoth's body back, rocketing two hard knees up at the behemoth's core to try to stun him long enough to twist around and slam the behemoth into the wall in return.

Vic P: Vics head was clutched hard enough to keep him still. A feat nothing before had ever done, yet this Orc made it look like childs play, only when Vic realised what was happening, did he realise it was too late to block the knees which winded him in no second at all. A second one rising with the form of the greatest kickboxer to exist, and the musculature no man has ever had before. it gave the Orc what he wanted, as Vic was shoved into the wall

Darius Beshkar: The orc grinned and tries to twist the behemoth around by the horns, forcing them up to try to make the behemoth turn around to not have his neck wrenched past breaking, trying to pin the behemoth's hips to the wall while bending his head back further to try to lock in a dragon sleeper hold if he could, chuckling as his strength swelled in him. "not bad, not bad, but there's no keeping up with me," he taunted.

Vic P: Kicking out with all he had, Vic caught Darius in the shoulder, one in the gut, but it just wasn't enough still. Chest to the wall, he was being forced back further and further. His body wrenching more and more. His tail lashed, leaving clear whip marks in the Orcs back and calves, but nothing was going well. Nothing was in the Behemoths favour. Growls echoed from deep within his chest again, letting his anger fuel him as he started to out-muscle the Orc, getting movement in his arms, his neck, before letting himself go weak again. He knew he was stronger, but chest to the wall he was never going to get any leeway. He just had to hope this Orc didn't plan on railing his ass straight away

Darius Beshkar: The orc laughed and tried to smother the behemoth's head in his pit, "yeah, breathe in the musk of a real man," he growled. The orc bucked his hips to grind his cock against the behemoth's back, slowly getting himself harder, till he started leaking pre to rub it over the behemoth, tanking the tail lashes and elbows as his own rage and drive to dominate flowed through him. He didn't just want to fuck the man, he wanted to break him. After nearly a minute of grinding and smothering in his pit, the orc shifted his grip, turning to the side to pin the behemoth's back with his right shoulder, crouching down to grab Vic's ankle with his right hand as his left aimed for the back of the behemoth's neck, trying to lift him up into a torture rack to show off his strength.

Vic P: Vics neck wrenched backwards, unnatural angles until it met the Orcs ripe, sweat laced pit. Filled with the raw primal testosterone of not only dominating a Direbear, but absorbing its power too. The underlying scent of the entire dungeon resting in that pit, the pit Vic was forced to breathe deep from as he felt a slab of meat up his spine. One which left a thick, sticky substance on his fur

No matter what, The Behemoth was stuck, he was forced to go with the Orcs movement as he was hoisted into that torture rack. A perfect position to take advantage of, if his mind wasn't stuck swimming in that thick heady musk he'd just spent minutes choking on, only for his neck to be gripped with a ferocity causing him to choke some more

Darius Beshkar: The orc grinned and swaggered back toward the center of the room, kicking away the bear's corpse so that he could slam the behemoth face first into the bloody stone floor. The orc would try to grip the behemoth's tail and stomp hard on his lower back, cock dripping thick pre onto the behemoth's head. "Still think you can take me? Well, then why don't you try it?" The orc broke his grip and send a hard soccer kick into Vic's side to send him rolling. The orc flexed and stretched, his rage fading as he grew more aroused, waiting for the behemoth to stand.

Vic P: Vic tried to wrap his tail around the Orcs neck while he was suspended on his shoulders. Not as much control of it as he needed when his time ran out. His face smashing into the floor, nose pouring with blood as it cracked loudly, enough for even Darius to hear. Though the blood couldn't be seen, Vics crimson mixing with the Direbears own when he felt his tail get lifted, his spine in agonising pain when the Orc put some weight down on it

The Behemoth ended up about a foot off the floor with the soccer kick, rolling in the Bears blood again as he ended upright. His rib cracked, Vic held it tight, sitting upright as the cocky Orc before him just flexed, stretching, showing Vic first hand that immaculate body, the one that was torturing him for sport

Darius Beshkar: The orc grinned and swaggered forward, intending to grab Vic by the hair to drag him back to standing with his left hand, his right arm pulling back to wind up a right uppercut, eager to break those abs, moving slow and taunting, "better start begging and I won't break every bone in your body before I finish you off."

Vic P: "F...Fuck you..." Vic spouted, gritting through bloodied teeth, Looking straight into Darius's eyes, but letting his peripheral watch that arm reeling back

"Des... spite the Bear... You still have a small... smaller cock" Vic eeked out, pained, but defiant even still. Watching the Orcs eyes furrow more, Waiting for the more emotionally fuelled punch, aiming to dodge it and finally start his own counter attack

Darius Beshkar: The orc laughed trying to hammer a fast knee into that gut to punish the behemoth before pulling back and taunting, "I'll get all your length when I finish you, thanks for reminding me." Then rocketed it up, not realizing the behemoth was waiting for that moment.

Vic P: Vic side-stepped a split second before that knee connecting, going to his strong side without the cracked rib. Driving low, lifting, and rushing a slam to the ground just to gain position, fighting with the Orc to get into a full mount, but with Darius's strength, the Behemoth had to settle for a side mount. His ground and pound was unrivalled from anyone he'd met. Granted this was a new level of opponent

Darius Beshkar: Darius growled as he was taken down, back hitting the stone hard, but he hammered up a few hooks with his free arm, trying to hook a leg and his pinned arm with Vic's to try to buck and roll them over to reverse the side mount, face bleeding from the behemoth's hard punches in the ground and pound.

Vic P: Vic spotted Darius's attempt to roll early, immediately countering it before rocking Darius with a strong elbow above the eye. A second coming in with Vics full might. Dealing with the hooks his torso was taking wincing all the way through, but his willpower started to show its own shine

"F... Fuck you Greenskin..."

Darius Beshkar: The orc snarled and hammered back hooks and knees of his own, bucking hard to try to throw Vic off, his body healing some of the damage, though the number and power of the hits made it slow down slightly. The orc flexed his muscled body as hard as he could to kick out, trying to throw the other fighter off. "I'll be fucking you, bitch!"

Vic P: Vic got another 5 elbows in on the same exact spot before Darius threw him off, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could, rushing the unsuspecting Orc before kneeing him in the temple on his way up. Falling halfway with the strike, meeting the Orc in a grappling match while both were on their knees

Darius Beshkar: The orc growled in pain, dazed by the hard knee after those five elbows, but managed to get his arms up into the grapple. The orc's cock jabbed and ground against the behemoth's abs and pecs, his muscles flexing and bulging to their largest as he tried to take control of the grapple and force the behemoth's back toward the floor.

Vic P: Vic started to fall backwards before regaining his footing, bettering his position as he started to out-muscle the brute. Each passing second Vic gaining more and more until he heard a loud crack. The Orcs leg snapping under the pressure, his foot anchored poorly until it went the wrong way, Vic lying on top of Darius, not pressing too much, but smirking right into the greenskins face from about 2 inches away

"Fucking weakling... Learn to fucking fight" Vic taunted, before smashing his face into Darius's own. Licking the blood he left on the Orcs cheek. "You've got to be more fucking durable... I hope that heals before I snuff you out..."

Darius Beshkar: The orc howls in pain, shocked at the feeling of his leg snapping, he groans as he's headbutted, but tries to lift his hand and sink his tusks into the behemoth's face in return, not willing to accept that he's been pinned, and growling in incoherent rage as he thrashes beneath the other fighter.

Vic P: "If yer gonna bite..." Vic lunged under the Orcs chin, sinking his long fangs deep into his rivals neck, surgical in precision as he avoided every major artery, the windpipe and all the rest. Licking at the blood that came out before raising his head once more. "...Bite"

Vic pulled back watching the muscle underneath already start to repair itself. Either an effect from a potion, or something from the Direbears power. Either way, it was a ticking clock, one Vic knew would be the difference between walking away with the Orcs power, or dying for the Orc to have his. That didn't mean he wasn't going to rub his victory in Darius's face. The face which was pulled deep into a thick, steaming with sweat armpit from the Feline

Darius Beshkar: The orc growls and bites at that pit, licking and worshiping it in equal measure, the potent musk bringing out both desires as his cock throbs, the direbear's desires flooding the orc's senses and on instinct, the orc tries to wrap and crush Vic against him in a brutal bearhug, trying to break through the other's muscles and bones before he could be smothered out.

Vic P: Vic was caught wildly off guard, thinking the fight was all but done until his back lit up in crushing agony again. His elbow crossing Darius's neck, to try to weaken that crush. But he was having no luck, trying to kick his leg at the Orcs broken appendage which was still healing, his height betraying him as it was just out of reach

Darius Beshkar: The orc growled, still kissing and worshiping that pit, arms flexing as tight as they could, starting to weaken from the choke, but intent on at the very least taking the behemoth out with him, growling like a feral beast as his cock pulsed pre and smeared it between their bodies.

Vic P: Vic lifted his arm, before smashing down some mortal-killing blows. First one coming in and instantly leaving a hematoma on the Greenskins skull, a second one smashing the same spot with a snap heard, the skull fracturing underneath, when Vic felt that pressure release more. Looking down in shock, noticing that the Orcs cock now matched his own in length, just beating Darius through girth alone now, and barely at that. The Direbears essence still fuelling the Orc who finally started to reel

Darius Beshkar: The orc groaned, arms weakening further, the crushing hold letting up slightly, The orc growled and roared, throwing all his effort into one last squeeze before the behemoth's fist knocked him unconscious.

Vic P: Vic groaned out in agony as another rib cracked thanks to the Orcs efforts. Putting all he could into one more punch which saw the Orcs eyes go white. Arms slumping over Vics thick, damaged back. Vic practically falling on top of the Orc who he'd just had the most intense fight he's been in, with. Taking a second to get his breath

After about 5 seconds, the Behemoth pushed himself up, immediately feeling his arm buckle from the pain of his ribs, but that didn't matter. He walked himself back on his hands and knees gingerly. Leaning up behind the Orcs thick orbs and impressive pole, spreading the legs of the unconscious fucker beside him, slamming a hard knee into the orbs. Exhaling, and looking around to see if there was any loot the Orc had left behind, considering Vic turned up about 10 seconds after the final blow, just after the Orc ate the Direbears heart

Vic got to his feet, looking down at Darius, whose leg was now facing the right way again. Bones not fully healed, but clearly still patching themselves up at a rapid pace. The cracked skull healing just as fast, until Vics foot smashed into the Orcs skull multiple times. Not to kill, just to keep out cold, buying time for the Behemoth to decide what he wanted to do

Darius Beshkar: The orc howled in pain, spurting a thick load of cum over their bodies as his balls were almost completely crushed by that knee, only rousing for a moment before his skull was hammered a second time, knocking him out, his head and balls starting to reinflate as the bear's power overcharged his healing further, body trying to grow more to match the behemoth, but now that power went to repairing what was already there. A heap of treasures surrounding a chest still sat at the far end of the room, the loot untouched by the orc.

Vic P: Vic noticed the sheer speed of the Orcs body repairing itself. Gambling on just going for his foe outright. Kneeling over Darius's face, lining his cock up, and shoving it as deep as he could into the tight throat he found his own legs quivering with from the raw pleasure of those tight confines. The Behemoth just focusing on choking the Orc to death

Darius Beshkar: Darius gagged and thrashed, starting to wake as his lungs burned, feeling his muscles and body begin to grow as his leg, balls, and head finished healing, but he had never sucked a cock before, the dominant man gagging and unable to breathe, unable to figure out how to move that cock to let him breathe, body forcing him to suck and gag on it as he tried to get air, legs weakly kicking, and arms twitching as he tried to breathe, lungs burning, cock still hard and leaking from the bear's power despite his panic.

Vic P: Vic scrambled to keep the Orc down. The rate he healed at bewildered him, having just knocked this bastard out 15 seconds ago, yet now he's kicking out like a feral Horse refusing to back down. The Behemoths fat log being rejected by the dominant man, Vic thrown back inch by inch despite his best efforts to restrain the Orc. No matter what he did, the Orc was escaping. And considering this fucker was at an easy 500 pounds now, 7 foot tall with his cock engulfing Vics own in size... Vic was in a shit spot. Pre splattering over his hair as Darius escaped, his balls letting Vic know first hand how happy he was of that fact

Darius Beshkar: The orc gurgled and coughed, trying to spit out the pre that leaked down his throat, growling as he tried to lift his arm to grip Vic's throat to toss him off, his growth starting to plateau, the bear's power fully absorbed.

Vic P: Vic batted the Orcs hand as he went for the grab, instead thrusting his hips forward again, trying to get his cock lodged in the throat again, to no avail. Vic was in an even bigger landslide battle now, against an Orc who was gargantuan in every way possible

Darius Beshkar: Darius gagged as that cock speared down his throat, getting distracted from the toss, but he bucked hard and tried to bridge his body, hoping to roll them over.

Vic P: And both of them went over with speed. Vic now stuck under the Orc, Vics horns inches from the Orcs eye as the Behemoth tried to push his head forward, Slammed back down with little effort again from Darius, who was now on top of the Behemoth, pre seeping from the Orcs mouth as Vic tries to break free. Not able to, completely out-muscled

Darius Beshkar: The orc growled and gripped both of Vic's legs, slamming them forward to try to pin them on each side of the behemoth's head, wanting those horns to be too close to his own body to try to harm hum. The orc panted as he got to his knees and shoved his body up to pull himself off that cock, coughing pre out. He growled as he tried to roll the behemoth up so that Vic's knees were pinned by his head, to force the behemoth to feel and smell his wet cock and grind that meat against Vic's face. The orc's hips bucking to grind his cock against the behemoth's back.

Vic P: Vic lunged a punch forward, catching Darius square in the chin. Feeling like it was a clean hit, Darius didn't feel it though. Or at least it looked like he didn't. Laughing it off, as he succeeds rolling Vic up, torturing those cracked ribs. Near turning him into a ball, his spine bending unnaturally as his knees were either side of his horns. Vics own cock spurting against his cheek, chin and chest. His ass was on full show for the Orc. Vics growls louder, as he realised just how truly fucked he was. His arms couldn't reach anymore, trying to reach for the Orc, barely able to graze his chin with a touch, nevermind a punch

"Get the FUCK off me FREAK!"

Darius Beshkar: The orc chuckled and grinned, licking the behemoth's left upper thigh before sinking his teeth in, trying to chew right through muscle to snap that bone. He took his time, making each bite painful. scraping off layer after layer of muscle and enjoying the scent of the other fighter's blood. After he felt those bones snap between his teeth, he'd break his hold and grab Vic by the throat, standing and lifting the smaller man up off his feet to choke him in the air with one hand.

Vic P: Vic started to scream in agony as Darius chewed through his flesh like it was a piece of fresh meat. Chewing away as if it was candy, savouring each moment while Vic felt something he'd never felt before. Fear. Agonising pain with the Orcs lack of emotion, emotion excluding happiness. Glee in the Orcish beasts face as he finally reached bone. One clean bite and *SNAP*, the Behemoths Femur, the strongest bone in the body, was in two.

Vics leg went numb, unable to move with the mess that was left behind from Darius. Gnarled flesh, no precision, no care. Raw, Primal urges. Flesh hanging as Vic got lifted by the neck single handedly. One leg kicking out, both arms clawing as deep into that wrist as they could. No matter how deep those claws dug, they wouldnt penetrate the flesh. Vic was at Darius's whim

Darius Beshkar: The orc grinned, jacking his cock with one hand as he waited for the behemoth to go limp, laughing and taunting, "mmh, you tasted good, now to decide which of your holes I take first, your cock or your ass. Gonna enjoy hearing your jaw snap when I force my cock down your throat, though hrmmm. You're a lot smaller than me now. I bet I'll rip your throat apart. Guess it's ass first since I don't want you dying too easy, as long as I don't pop your heart while fucking you, I can rip out your throat instead."

The orc was making himself hard just from the idea and soon came, marking the dangling adventurer with a coating of his thick cum, growling in pleasure as his balls already began refilling, eager to take that ass. The orc jacked himself again to keep his cock hard as the first shot ended, only flinging the behemoth down from his grip once he stopped gurgling loudly, the behemoth crashing into the gold and piled treasure at the back of the room after his body crashed into the far wall.

Vic P: Vic had never been hosed down by anyone who wasn't dying by his hand before. And yet, this Orc left the Behemoths lower half white for fun. Vic gasping for breath, as he finally gets some air, noticing he is right beside the loot chest. His vision darkening as he leans over, reaching in and feeling an odd... squelch?

The Behemoth pulls out an odd slime. Red in colour, dripping onto his leg, only for the Behemoth to cramp up wildly. Agony coursing through his body from his mangled leg. Meaning whatever that drip was, it made him feel his leg once more

Going for broke, Vic jammed it into his mouth and swallowed. The darkening vision causing him to slump on the chest itself, barely conscious until he screams again

Both hands rush to his leg, of which the bone could be heard scraping against itself violently as it re-corrected its angle. That same grip on his upper thigh gushing blood, clenching too hard and piercing his own skin despite feeling pretty weak. The Behemoth wasn't growing, but he was healing rapidly, in the most agonising way possible. Muscle fibres in the dense leg visibly reattaching as if a surgeon was pulling them together. Only there was no anaesthetic, there was pain. A lot of it

Darius Beshkar: The orc swaggered toward the screaming behemoth taunting, "yeah, bout time you started howling." Closing in he realized the behemoth was healing, but he licked his lips, intending to kneel behind Vic to take a bite out of his shoulder.

Vic P: Vics entire body was convulsing with agony at this point. Refusing to let him break, his own mind forcing him to stay awake and conscious despite the mind-breaking sting. When finally, the flesh repaired itself, more going on underneath the skin, but the main damage, the bleeding, was healed

Vic saw the shadow looming over him as Darius got close. There was no height, no muscle. Seemingly nothing different for the Behemoth other than his body was healed. The Behemoth shuffling around, using the chest to hoist himself up to his feet, before raising his fists one last time

Vic threw a fake jab, one which didn’t trick the Orc at all. Yet when the hook came in, Darius was expecting a punch as weak as the Behemoths prior one, the one which was laughed off. That wasn’t what happened though, as the Orc was put to his knees with just one punch. Vics weakened leg striking the Orcs chest with enough force for the thud to echo throughout the whole dungeon, even though his kick was at 70% power

Darius Beshkar: Darius wheezed, his bones cracking as they hit the floor only to heal back in place as he took a breath, groaning in shock, dazed by the strong hits, shocked and wondering how the other could have rallied. The orc growled in anger after realizing the behemoth had healed. “Gonna take whatever that was from your corpse!” He hissed out. “That treasure will be mine!”

Vic P: Vic said no words as he wrapped his arms around the Orcs torso. Lifting, wrenching, then throwing like a prime wrestler. Putting the Orc on his back

Vics chest heaved as the pain started to subside, his body was near fully healed. The Behemoth feeling over that once gouged leg, feeling completely smooth, except for the hot sticky mess the Orc left there as a personal preset, eliciting another rumble from the Behemoth, who wrapped his arms around Darius’s lower back, before squeezing with all the force he could muster

Darius Beshkar: The orc growled and hugged back, their cocks grinding in the mutual bearhugs, winded slightly from the throw but meeting the other fighter head on. Then he groaned as whatever power the behemoth found sent the other alpha’s power through the roof, feeling his ribs shake and crack, howling in pain as he tried to do some damage in his return hug, cock again pulsing pre between them.

Vic P: Vics body was steeled by this point. Each crushing second squeezing more life out of the Orc who was looking down on Vic. Only to see a lunging bite attach itself to his thick, meaty pectoral. Teeth sinking deep, this time with intent as the pec was torn from its host, a possessive, feline-like licking of the wound going for a taste test. The Behemoths chin dripping blood which was gushing from the Orc, whose bear hug collapsed, as Vic sunk his teeth into the Orcs next layer of sinew, which stunted the healing process. All whilst those arms cranked more on that spine

Darius Beshkar: Darius’ cock spurted pre even as his pec was chewed up, moaning as his larger body was turned into a feast for the smaller fighter. The orc’s arms slumped, the pain in his chest and spine leaving him defenseless and moaning in the now dominant behemoth’s grip. The bear’s strength, and his own barbarian honed constitution working against him as strength and muscles that would normally crush a man instantly instead gave him a slower and more excruciating death.

Vic P: Vic put all he had into one last squeeze, feeling a pop as he dropped Darius to the cold hard ground again. He knew the Orc would heal. But now he knew he was so much stronger, kneeling down, resting his balls on the Orcs neck, leaning over, and pressing his thumbs against the Orcs eyes

“I hope you picked up the Bears sense a’ smell… yer gonna need it”

Vic felt his sharp claws cut into the Orcs retina, slicing perfectly in the middle before he started putting some strength into it. Cutting through the tissue as if it was a cake, the Behemoth blinded the Orc, licking over the eye sockets to devour any fragments that popped out of the limited space

Darius Beshkar: Darius screamed as he was blinded, forced to breath in the scent of those heavy balls against his neck as he was held in place, upper body jerking and twitching from the pain, lower body still after the hug snapped his spine

Vic P: Vic felt his thumb reach the back of the cavity where Darius’s eyes used to be. Standing from his position, stepping back into a similar position to before. Only this time, he lifted the Orcs nuts and allowed his thick, throbbing, vein-laced rapestick to tuck under them. Pressing the tight confines that had never been used before with a primal intent. This wasn’t a fight anymore. This was one Alpha claiming another

Vic P: Vic felt his thumb reach the back of the cavity where Darius’s eyes used to be. Standing from his position, stepping back into a similar position to before. Only this time, he lifted the Orcs nuts and allowed his thick, throbbing, vein-laced rapestick to tuck under them. Pressing the tight confines that had never been used before with a primal intent. This wasn’t a fight anymore. This was one Alpha claiming another

Darius Beshkar: Darius thrashed and twitched, cock leaking despite being blinded, his balls throbbing as the behemoth's thick shaft pulsed under them, the orc hissed and groaned as he felt the alpha feel the insides of his eye sockets, dominating his skull, shivering as he was held down.

With a loud, deep, satisfied grunt, Vic slid into his opponents tight confines, only about halfway in before he met the Orcs wall. The tightness was incomparable, the seriously jacked up beast of an Orc tighter than a Vice, much to the Behemoths pleasure, who sawed his dick through the resistance mercilessly, every thrust met with a long howling growl of raw pleasure which shuddered with the sheer sensations he was feeling, His hot breath cooling the blood pouring from Darius's eyesockets

Darius Beshkar: The orc howled in pain, his monster boosted muscles crushing down on that thick cock, body trying to heal and recover to fight back, but with his eyes and ass both broken, the healing was split between them, the behemoth's fingers preventing him from healing his sight completely and focusing the energy on his ass, forcing the rips that should have formed from the behemoth's assault to heal, leaving him extra tight and pained as he was kept open, muscles ripping and squeezing down at the same time.

Vic P: Whatever was healing the Orc, it just made every sensation so so much better, Vic starting to break that wall down with harder, heavier thrusts. Each one smashing Darius's G-Spot with reckless abandon, Vic licking at his opponents chin, tasting that beautiful blood which poured still, only driving him to fuck harder, the bloodlust taking control

Darius Beshkar: The orc groaned and twitched, unable to resist as his muscles healed only to rip more, body totally under the alpha's control, leaving him a moaning wreck as he was fucked, his cock spurting pre between them and balls throbbing.

Vic P: The moaning made Vic bellow out in laughter. From a huge hulking beast smashing the shit out of him, to a moaning mess near begging for spunk to be unloaded in him. Vic pulling his thumb out of Darius's eye finally, licking it clean as he grips the Orcs lovehandles, pressing that same thumb into Darius's lower abs, feeling his cock head with it through the Orcs tough rugged flesh. "You gonna give me that Bear soul yet Runt? It's wasted on your pathetic ass..."

Darius Beshkar: The orc shivered and panted, tilting his head back to offer himself to the dominant fighter, knowing he had been claimed by the real alpha, he panted and groaned, feeling his abs crushed between the behemoth's fingers and cock, twitching and groaning, unable to speak through the pain and arousal.

Vic P: Offering his neck like he did just begged Vic to come in and claim it, the Behemoth sinking his large fangs deep into it, Pushing right through the windpipe and feeling the spinal cord between his teeth, One more quick clasp shattering it, along with the vertebrae, Watching the Direbears soul try to repair it, slowing down on its repair with just how much is breaking. The Behemoths thick cock adding more to it as he felt his balls clenching, getting a lot closer to unleashing his load as they visibly bounced with anticipation

Darius Beshkar: The behemoth would feel the bear's soul slip from the orc's grasp and flow into him along with the blood from the orc's neck, the orc's body keeping its bulk and muscle, but losing its quick regeneration, the orc keening and hissing as his semi repaired bones shook, one press of those fangs more than enough to end him. The orc's cock leaked hard, his balls slapped by the behemoth's as they both were on the edge of shooting.

Vic P: Vic didn't expect the Orc to actually give him the soul. A loud jerk heard from his vocal chords as he felt a new excess of power hit him. Another half a foot of height added, another 5 inches to his cock, and a whole surge hit his balls which forced him into nutting almost instantly, the force of which had the Behemoth instinctively thrust balls deep as he felt the Orcs guts tear around the bitchbreaking meat he had

While the Behemoths body grew another 30 pounds of raw, animalistic muscle, his body hair joined the surge, his pecs becoming a carpet of fur smothered in his signature musk, his armpits dense, his mental attitude shifting with it. That same cockiness which Darius made known at their first encounter adding to Vics already rampant ego, smashing his cock deeper still, his fur on edge while his load blasted the Orcs lungs

Darius Beshkar: The orc had just enough regenerative power left to barely survive the expansion and cum shot, gurgling blood into the behemoth's mouth, heart and lungs fluttering as they were crushed bu the sheer amount of cum and the size of the behemoth's shaft, eyes starting to go glassy, blinking weakly as he felt the alpha totally outstrip him in size, he orc's scent buried under the behemoth's hairy pecs, smelling like the alpha and filled with his seed.

Vic P: Vics power surged through him with such excess he didn't realise just how much he had, ripping his cock out of the gurgling Orc, standing up and yanking Darius up with him, standing on the Orcs leg while he did, tearing it from the Greenskins torso effortlessly, shoving his still-busting cock into Darius's mouth, thrusting into the dungeons reinforced walls, cracking them with the back of Darius's skull, while the Behemoth left claw marks deeper than the Direbears own, marking his presence

Darius Beshkar: Darius was forced to cum, his seed spurting over the floor as his lungs flooded with the behemoth's cum, his skull soon crushing and leaving a bloody splatter on the wall as it was crushed by the hard fucking, completely destroyed by the better fighter.

Vic P: Vic hadn't even noticed the Orcs skull was pulverised, still fucking senselessly at the hole which was left behind, dumping more of that load into the corpse, pulling the arms up while the torso slumped until his prey was ripped in half. Guts smothered in Behemoth rutnut pouring out in a sea of white moreso than red, as the Behemoth finally started to ease up his load, dripping with sweat, panting relentlessly and smirking to himself as he looked around for the crown jewel, the Orcs heart

Finding it, the Behemoth hunched over, stepping on the upper half of the torn torso, crushing it to a dust underfoot as he sliced the heart free, inhaling deep to smell nothing but his own claiming scent on it, before popping it in his own mouth and biting down proudly, another much smaller surge of power as his cock spurted one last time. Finding the lower jaw of Darius's, the only thing that survived the explosion of the Orcs skull, crushing it in one hand as he walked out, ready to wreak havoc on the nearest village with his newfound, clearly unstoppable power