THE HIGH TABLE

AL GHRATOS:

You move into your kitchen. Dark shadows envelop me, offering me the chance to surprise you at just the right moment, when you have no idea what’s coming. MUSCLE MARINE rummages through a drawer, oblivious to my presence, until I’m right behind him. I don’t want a fight; I don’t crave his hairy ass—I want his soul. And when I have his soul, then I’ll take that ass and devour those puny balls he’s so proud of. It would all be over in an instant.

You sense something; I feel your skin stiffen. I wrap my massive arm around your neck from behind and choke you, lifting your body into the air. Your legs thrash wildly as you rise from the floor and try to fight me—but in vain— “You are mine now.”

MUSCLE MARINE:

I suddenly feel myself lifted of the floor, a massive arm around my throat pulling me up, choking me. 'What the fuck is happening?' The voice is very familiar, I have heard it before. I know who it is... Could it be? NO! I try to remain calm; this cannot go on for long as I feel you suddenly drop me to my feet, but remain behind me. "GHRATOS?" I ask, just to make sure, and to buy myself some time, looking around for what I might need to kill him, before he kills me.

AL GHRATOS:

"Yes, my noble friend. Did you miss me?". My guttural low voice is like thunder that echoes in the walls of your tiled kitchen as I feel you struggle. "Relax and it will be all over sooner than you can imagine. All I need is your dark soul, Marine. Turn around and see your god as I take your life. You owe it to me". I grab you by your shoulder and turn to face me. "I can tell you look still as sexy as last time we met. Though this time the story won´t end the same way", my smile is vanished from my face as I cup your bulge. "Shhh.. no need to worry. I will let you keep your soldier boys down here." My voice is sarcastic as I pull you closer to me with my other hand still on your shoulder.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I try to stay calm, still in shock, still trying to understand what happened the last time we met and if my senses are betraying me. I did kill you; I went through all the right steps - I stabbed you for your blood, mixed it with mine, made you cum a drop onto the dagger, and then pierced your heart with it... And you vanished. Where did I go wrong? I breathe in deep, trying to keep my muscles from flexing or jerking involuntarily lest you react badly. "What brings you here? Been a while." Trying to strike a friendly conversation, although the energy I am feeling around me is far from friendly.

And then, it hit me... Did I behead you the last time? I probably missed that part when I am supposed to severe your head from your spine, the source of all that power. My hand on the kitchen counter tries to search for the edge to grip it tight to keep myself steady while you hug me tight, and your hand down there cupping my balls even tighter, threateningly. "So. What do you want... Oh great one...?" Trying to stroke your ego.

AL GHRATOS:

Staring you from head to toe, my eyes lingering a bit on your butt, "You know what I want. Last time our meeting was less harmonious. Perhaps this time we'll see it through as fate intended, and you'll give me your soul without resistance, my noble friend", I laugh and push you against the drawers behind your back.

"What I want is your soul. Give it to me without struggling back and I promise you, my noble friend, your end will be fast"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"My soul? You want to kill me? Why?" Still trying to assess the situation, pushing you gently away from me, my hands now on your chest, rubbing them. I still remember who stimulated you can get and how it can mess with your head. I brush your hand off my balls a bit and cup yours. They feel full and I see you smile. "Wow. They are saturated with power."

As I push you back a bit, I manage to slide open the drawer of the kitchen counter - where all the knives are. And at the top, lying there, casually, the dagger of darkness with the red dragon ruby still lodged in its handle. I smile as I see your eyes glued to it... " I still have it. Its something I cherish a lot." I grab it from the drawer and in a swift movement, I bring it to your throat. Although it cannot do anything if not yet charged, I still hold it there...

AL GHRATOS:

"My noble friend, you don´t seem to learn ever", I sigh and step back just enough to have gap enough to push your body further behind. "Your toys are not frightening me, not at all", my laugh echoes in the tiled walls of the kitchen like a thunder storm in the night as I cup your bulge with my giant hand and squeeze it hard enough to make you writhe. "You still got them between your legs. To be honest I am surprised nobody crushed them or sliced them off". I grab the wrist of the hand holding the dagger and twist it hard. "Surrender, Marine."

MUSCLE MARINE:

I groan and wince as you grab my bulge tightly and tug on it a bit, making me drop the dagger from my other hand. It falls down and stabs the woodem floor, remaining upright and shaking, that bright red ruby at the top of the handle glowing and shinning. I grab your clawing wrist with one hand as the other, now free, lands on your pec, pushing you gently and slowly back, away from me...

"I will never surrender..." I say to you through gritted teeth, trying to fight the pain coursing though my balls from your tight grip. I look down and notice you getting aroused and turned on, fast. Your cock growing and stirring in its confines. "You are horny. Recently defeated and drained?" I ask, knowing you well. You regenerate fast and are very horny when you do that. "They never finished the job, huh? Who was it?" I keep trying to distract you with my small talk and questions.

AL GHRATOS:

I know perfectly what are you trying to do when you stare at my stiffening bulge. "I am not that stupid, Marine. Your tricks don´t work with me. You want my cock? Admit it, you are no better than all those other guys". My voice is low and arrogant as I look at your face. "But to show you I really like you I let you have what you want". I pull out my tight leather pants and let my giant cock jump out from the tight prison of my pants.

AL GHRATOS:

I sit down at the kitchen table, raising my arms behind my head and flexing my massive pecs while flexing my abs and spreading my legs wide open. "Get down on your knees and worship your god as you should. Show your respect and worship my cock with your mouth."

Before you have a chance to say a word I snap a grab of your nape pulling you closer to me as I force you on your knees. "Open that mouth unless you want me to stretch your tight marine ass before", my evil laugh echoes in the kitchen.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I feel your tight grip on my head, steel-like, as you jump and sit on the counter-top and spread those massive muscular thighs. Your huge cock, inhuman, springs out and points at me. I have no choice - this thing could kill me if I let you fuck me, so I drop slowly to ny knees, grabbing your length at the base. I hold it tight, squeezing, enough to make you wince, as I see from where I am kneeling... but you also smile, knowing you are dominating.

I lick the tip of your cock. It no use fighting force with force. I learn that recently and has been working like a charm. I flick my tongue and I can hear you moan. You are enjoying this and suddenly you tilt your head back a bit... just enough for me to make my move. I squeeze your cock and pull my tight grip upwards, milking... just a drop of cum from your cock. As my free hand grabs the dagger that was left standing upright on the floor, piercing the wood panel.

In an instant, I connect the red ruby to the slit of your cock where that drop oozes out, just enough to smear the precious stone, making it glow a fiery red. I swiftly swing the blade again and slice a large gash on your arm that is holding my head tight, making you release me against your will...

AL GHRATOS:

I do not know how much mortals know of the secrets of Gods, how deep their understanding reaches, but with your cunning and deceitful trickery, you managed to unite two powerful forces—my blood and my seed—making the ancient weapon in your hand one of the deadliest. A single stab with that knife into a goblin, a witch, or a fresh demon would be fatal. However, I do not intend to show you, even with a gesture, what you have managed to create.

Even though my body jerks at the cut you make in my hand and I lose my grip on you, I manage to hold back my cry of pain. "You stupid mortal, that little toy won't help you against the fury of a god. I offered you an easy exit from this and promised you a fast transfer, but you repaid my goodwill with a deceitful, poisonous lie. Your end will be more painful than that of Marcus of Meretrus." I straighten my chest and raise my giant arm, sending a bitch slap that could knock a horse unconscious. "Your soul belongs to me, and I will take it by fucking it out of you."

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your palm to my face sends me sprawled on the floor, face down on my gut. I manage to dodge, bt an inch, the blade still gripped in my hand. I look up as ai shake my head from the stars and see your eyes fired up with rage. I start to get up slowly... "If anyone is going to get fucked today... its you, you fucking half-demon..." As I spring up, spin and try to slice your gut in one swift move, but you jump backwards and dodge it. This, at least, buys me some time and space to recover although I missed my attack on you.

AL GHRATOS:

You are tougher than I remembered but even the toughest warriors finally break, and you won't be no exception. Spreading my broad shoulders, I raise my arm and flex my bicep bouncing my abs. "You like what you see?", I smirk. "No need to answer me. I can see it from your face".

I don´t see that admiring look on your face that really gets on my nerves. "Time to end this Marine!" I rush to you, squatting my shoulders as I spear your chest pushing you violently against the wall. Once your back hits the wall I shove my knee into your gut. "YOUR SOUL IS MINE!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I block your knee, shoving it down violently, and screaming... "NEVER..." I swing the blade still in my other hand towards your gut, slicing, and leaving a large open gash. "You will never have my soul." As I watch you pull back, holding your gut. "Your time is up." As I watch that swinging cock throb and harden instantly.

I step towards you, grab your hands and open them, shove spread then wide. "Shame. You look amazing." I compliment you before flicking yhe blade in my hand, spinning it... Then grab it tight and swing it to your hard cock, slicing it off.

As it falls down, I grab it. Looking at you... "This is what you wanted, right? A big fat juicy cock?" As I shove it into your shocked gaping mouth.

AL GHRATOS:

My eyes fly wide open in astonishment as I feel the dagger sink deep into my insides—a fact that doesn’t worry me until you cut off my dick. Just when I was about to fuck your ass and rip your soul out of your body. It takes minutes for a dick to regenerate! "You fucking..", I don´t have time to finish my sentence as you stuff my mouth with my thick cock.

AL GHRATOS:

I cover my bleeding, bloody gut with my left hand, while with my other hand cups what’s left of my dick. I close my eyes and focus on directing my blue energy to heal the damage you’ve caused and initiate regeneration. I spit my dick out of my mouth... “ YOU REALLY WANT TO SUFFER THIS MUCH? BECAUSE THAT WILL BE YOUR REWARD!”, I shout, trying to ram my knee between your legs as I stumble backward, gaining time and distance to recover from your vicious attack

MUSCLE MARINE:

Flicking the dagger now in my hand. "You should not have come. You just signed your dwath sentence. You are the one who will suffer." As I step towards you and stab you in the gut with the glowing dagger. Instead of slicing upwards and gutting you, I push down towards your crotch. I make sure the blade rips you open. Dragging you at the same time off the counter, and slamming you down to the floor, face down. Your ass exposed, I land on top of you, and disrobing my body, I push my now throbbing cock into your tight hole. "You missed me that much?"

AL GHRATOS:

I hit my knees hard against the wooden floor of the kitchen, my ass poking up as I try to heal the deep cut from my gut to my groin. But you haven´t finished with me. Your big cock hits to the sweetest spot of the man, to my prostate. My roars fill the small room as my body writhes around your rod. The blue flame is flickering, as I have difficulties to focus on my regeneration. And then, then it happens what I was afraid of: Your cock forces my balls and prostate to get ready to shoot my divine load. "How is this possible. It was not suppose to go like this!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You didn't learn from the first time I sent you to limbo. Never to return... especially in your human form. You pathetic excuse for a demi-god." As I fuck you harder and harder, feeling your ass tighten very fast around my shaft. You are close, and it didn't take long. I mock you, as I slap your head from the back. I grab your jet black hair and pull your head back. I whisper in your ear how this is the last time you will ever experience anything that is human, or even divine. I stab the blade into your side, between your ribs and make you bleed all over my hand and the dagger, and the ruby.

AL GHRATOS:

The pain between my ribs curiously works as trigger, the pain as stimulator making my entire body jolts in your tight grip covered with blue fireworks that illuminate the dim-lighted kitchen. I tilt my head further back and scream as I shoot my load from the short bleeding stump of my once giant cock, filling the kitchen floor with my abundant seed. "YOU WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS"

As my seed is forced out of my heavy balls, some of my strength also sprays onto the floor, further weakening my chances of regeneration. My body begins to twitch wildly around your cock until finally the cut you made in my stomach opens up and my insides begin to spill out onto the floor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I think its time to end this." As I pull the blade out of your side, and bring it to your throat. I slide and cut your neck in one swift move, beheading you. At the same time, as your body tightens and your ass clenches more around my cock, I start spraying your insides. I violently pull out of you, and make sure I get some of my cum on that red ruby, making it glow even more, overshadowing the blue glow from your core. I finish ripping your head off and as your body falls and turns facing up, I drop down into the growing puddle of blood and semen, and stab the hot dagger into your heart. You start burning, and disintegrating, turning to ash on my kitchen floor. Only piece that remains is your head that I place on the counter top... and that soon will fade also.

AL GHRATOS:

For a moment I see you over my body raping me as my head rolls on the floor. The good thing is that I don't feel any pain since my head is not attached to my body anymore. All I can so is observe while the blue energy keeps my brains alive. My body disintegrates as the energy dies, and soon turns to ash. You lift my head onto the tabletop as the last blue flame flickers for a moment and goes out for good. God died on the kitchen table...

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull the dagger up and stab the top of the head with it, ending the god of power for good. But no soon had I pierced the skull with the glowing blade that it turns to ash, and starts disappearing. I hear a clang and the only thing that remains on my kitchen counter, is the glowing red dragon ruby that seems to be pulsating still with power.

Published: 2026-03-17, viewed 83 times.