THE HIGH TABLE

Darfos_Bazoorca: Far from here, beyond the black meadow and the golden mountains, lies a place—a forest inhabited by a massive black crow. This is no ordinary bird, but a creature endowed with immense power that jealously rules the land. I’m not afraid of that crow; I’ve faced worse demons and monsters on my travels, snapped their necks, and taken everything from them—their power and their souls, which I’ve sold to Hages myself. I know the area well and arrive there after six days and five nights, ready to face the poor bird. I smile broadly, for this battle—if you can even call it that—would be over in 15 minutes, by which time a roast bird would be sizzling over the campfire.

Darfos_Bazoorca: As I step into the forest clearing, the day is already fading behind the mountains, and soon the silvery light of the moon is the only illumination helping me move forward. I don’t see anyone there. It’s empty. I stomp my feet on the ground and shout from the bottom of my lungs into the dark forest, “You silly pigeon, you touchy parrot, are you afraid, or don’t you dare show your dull, wrinkled beak?”

Koriim: The villagers I protect told me about someone who came to confront me, but unlike the others, this person isn't motivated by any desire to help the citizens of the neighboring town because of the mayor's empty promises. Instead, they're here to fight me, kill me, and steal my powers. So, I have no reason to hold back, and it's been so long since I've devoured a soul that I miss it. I sense you approaching by the strength of your aura. I take flight from the top of my mountain and fly in your direction, waiting for you to be near a clearing before landing.

Koriim: I enjoy hearing you screech; this little creature is impatient, a weakness I will have to exploit. Pigeon, parrot—insults I haven't heard for millennia. This human has gone too far, much too far. Since he wants to see me, I will give him what he wants, and eternal rest.

Koriim: I fly towards you and fold my wings, making them disappear completely so that I am face to face with you, the moonlight illuminating our bodies.

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Darfos_Bazoorca: Of course! I didn't think about it; you are a birdie and will arrive flying. I turn my face up, and suddenly the sky is black; there's no moonlight, no stars to illuminate just your giant black feathered body with those strong legs and sharp nails attached to them. But if you think that would scare you, you couldn't be any more wrong. holding a magic wand between my fingers, at the tip of which is set an enchanted sapphire. Its magical powers are stronger than the blade of a sword when I point it at your tail, hoping your landing will be as bumpy as that of a drunken witch in the Red Forest.

Darfos_Bazoorca: But you land majestically as if nothing happened to you. I stare at my wand like there is some problem with it. The jewel is shining, so it's working. Most probably I just didn't catch you with the beam. Turning my mind back to you, I stare at you standing GIANT in front of me. "Hey ugly bird. I give you two options: Give me your powers and leave the place, or...leave the place and give me your powers," I start to laugh mockingly. "Oh, I guess that was just one option." I raise my hand and aim the blue beam into your chest. "Obey me, I am your new master!"

Koriim: I watch you deliver that classic monologue that all villains reserve for themselves, thinking I've heard more convincing ones. Without flinching, without even a grimace of disapproval or pleasure, I watch you wield a strange little piece of wood. I sense a power emanating from it, but it's quickly absorbed by the shadows covering my plumage. And to your command to obey, I simply reply in a cavernous voice straight from the bowels of hell, "You want my power, pink-skinned? Here it is." And without waiting, I quickly move towards you and grab your wand, which I break in my left hand before swallowing the remains, my eyes beginning to glow with a bluish light."

 

Darfos_Bazoorca: My mouth drops open due to the surprise as I see you swallowing my wand and absorbing the magic into yourself. I swallow and take a step back, but far from giving up I slide my hand into my pocket and take a handful of sand out. It's not just any sand: It's the sand from the arena of Gods, where they spilled their blood into it, storing their rage and fury. I throw it into your face, but you are far too big, far too tall, and the sand lands on your chest. "DAMN". Another handful of sand from my pocket, I rush forward between your giant legs and rub the magical sand into your groin. "I don't know if you have balls, but if you did, they are soon history".

Koriim: That little piece of wood wasn't bad; the magic surrounding it made the taste much more pleasant. I see you take sand from your pocket and throw it at my chest while talking about unknown deities. I don't even think to rub the sand back, I can hardly understand what you're doing, but when you take another handful and rub it between my legs, I stop dead, not moving a muscle. The sand slowly begins to burn my groin, making me feel all the hatred and anger the gods felt when they fought each other, while the burning intensifies. But hatred and anger are the food of my dark side, a side so bestial and cruel that even the gods this pink-skinned man speaks of would fear it. I start screaming with pleasure, the burning exciting me and giving me an instant erection, showing you my immense, hard, veiny cock, almost your size. I lower my head and say, "Do you want my powers or my juice?" And then, without waiting for an answer, I'll give you a huge slap with the back of my hand to violently throw you to the side and smash your back against a tree.

Darfos_Bazoorca: I hit my back against the thick oak tree with a loud thud and finally land down on my ass onto grass and soil. But instead of being crying and moaning, I have a wide smile on my face after seeing your reaction to the sand. THERE IS A WAY TO DEFEAT YOU, YOU CAN BE HURT! And I have a slight idea where to aim my attacks: between your legs. Once I have your giant body down, I could finish you by impaling your black heart and roasting your body in the campfire. Slowly, leaning against the tree, I get up onto my feet, glaring at you. "You birdie man, get on your knees and bow in front of your new master", I try to make my voice sound as annoying and mocking as possible. I don't know if that weird look on your face is a wicked smile - do birds smile after all - when I move closer to your feathered body again. This time I won't try any magic, no tricks or spells, but pure force. Grabbing a heavy stone from the ground, I rush to you and smash it against the giant bulge between your funny legs, hoping to hurt you enough to get you down onto your knees. - do birds have knees? - I ask myself.

 

Koriim: I see you slam heavily against the tree and get up, smiling, assuring myself that you're not just some simple mage, those poor souls having no chance against me, who is immune to a certain level of magic. I expect you to pull out another one of your artifacts, but instead you take a stone and smash it right into my penis. Normally I would have withstood the shock, but the sand, which burned and excited me a little, showing me that it was more than deadly magic, weakened me enough to feel the blow as the stone exploded on my cock. I scream in pain and, with my beak wide open, I lower my head to shove the tip of the upper part of my beak right into your shoulder.

 

Darfos_Bazoorca: I scream in pain as I feel your beak stabbing my muscular shoulder. The warm blood streams out of the open wound as turn back facing you. "You stupid bird. I will make you pay back dearly for that". I place my hand on my shoulder and the green glow covers the wound healing it instantly but leaving it still sore. You might be able to wound me but I have also found your weak spot. I rush under from behind you, squat down and sneak under your tail closing my eyes and reciting an Egyptian pharaoh’s spell that makes my punch ten times stronger as I leap up from beneath your legs, driving my fist between your thighs. “Hope you can hatch yourself a new pair of balls,” I laugh as I rush away from you.

Koriim: As you heal your wound, your blood reaches my tongue, and I sense that you possess immense power, which only intensifies my desire to devour you and claim that power for myself. Before I can react, you position yourself behind me, speaking in an incomprehensible language. Before I can even turn around, you rip my balls open. Your demigod-like strength makes me rise from the ground with the force of the impact. I scream in pain, feeling my balls crushed and completely shredded. The pain is immense, but I don't intend to let this pink-skinned man get me like this. When I find myself lifted by the impact that makes me scream, I take advantage of your retreat to grab the wrist that ripped my balls open with the claws of my paw, placing both hands on the ground and doing a somersault to swing you in front of me, wanting to smash your body against the trees.

Darfos_Bazoorca: "I got you, I got you good", I think to myself as I see you jumping and hear your voice filled with pain. But my joy doesn't last long when you some wicked way manage to grab me by my wrist and throw me against the trees behind me. But though trees are hard they are not hard enough to break my back. The green glow covers my body, healing any possible wounds as I slowly get up from the ground again. "Don't you see, stupid cockatoo I can destroy you when I want. Surrender is the best you can do, and I might have mercy deciding how I devour your powers. I rush forward, make the same spell again, and jump, aiming between your eyes high up. The magic gives me enough power to reach your face as my blow is approaching your face. "DIE BIRDIE!"

Koriim: I leap to my feet, seeing a green glow emanate from your body as you watch my groin regenerate, a mauve aura escaping from the wounds only to enclose them. I wonder if your healing power might enhance mine once I've devoured you. You're still as arrogant and pretentious as ever, telling me I'd take great pleasure in devouring your soul. When you start chanting again, I recognize the spell you used, except your attack could very well be fatal, or at least cause serious damage. But since you're a pink-skinned being, rushing and jumping at me like that isn't exactly advisable. At the last moment when your fist is about to touch my beak I dodge the blow and let you continue to advance, carried by the power of your jump before I stick out my tongue to grab your ankle and swing your torso against another, except that I don't release my tongue and without waiting for the end of the sound of your body hitting the tree, I send my tongue in the other direction to smash your back against another tree, I could stop there but you are resistant and I am hungry, I continue to smash your body against the trees about ten times in total before lifting you 4 meters off the ground and pulling you towards the ground, my tongue never having left your ankle to smash your torso against the ground, releasing my tongue and bringing it back.

Darfos_Bazoorca: I fall to the ground, battered and bruised. Not even the green glow ignites anymore to help me recover. I roll on the ground, keeping a safe distance from you, until I slowly rise to my knees. You’ve managed to turn all my spells to your advantage and survive my magic tricks almost unscathed. But I don’t want to show you my exhaustion. A broad smile spreads across my face as I reach into my breast pocket. I have only one trick left: a dagger set with a green emerald, used to slay dragons. I walk with my hands behind my back, hiding my deadly weapon as I approach you. “You have won, great raven, my black god. Take my soul, make me your servant." I bow before you, and before you can say a word, I thrust the poisoned dagger into your inner thigh with all my strength, driving it handle-deep into your flesh. "PIAF! - DIE!"

Koriim: I see you rolling on the ground, giving me the impression that you're frightened. You almost remind me of myself in my first life, before my soul merged with the darkness and I amused myself by traveling to places that pinkskins would either dream of or fear to see. Your wide, forced smile as you get up makes me think you haven't suffered as much damage as I would have thought. I see you walking towards me with your hands behind your back, and I inhale deeply a strange, choking scent that feels strangely familiar. Then you come to your senses and ask me to make you my servant. This turn of events is suspicious, even for a normal pinkskin, but I'm curious, and that scent intoxicates me, bringing back old memories. I wonder why.” Then I see you brandish a dagger and plunge it into my thigh up to the blade. I raise my head and open my mouth wide to let out a cry of pain that strangely transforms into a huge burst of laughter.

Koriim: Then I suddenly lean my head towards you, my eyes crackling with a mauve glow, smoke escaping from them, and I grab you by the throat to pull you up, keeping the blade planted in my leg. Extending my arm and squeezing your throat, I say, "You're quite presumptuous to attack me with that blade." I look at the blade without removing it from my thigh, then I look at you again and say, "Do you know why this blade is called the Dragon Slayer? Because when I arrived here from another dimension, in addition to having my physical form shattered, I lost my equipment." And then I begin to seriously tighten my grip on your throat, straightening myself to my full height, proudly telling you, "In my first life, I was known for fighting the Kraken slayer, the dragon vanquisher, the terror of liches, and I'll spare you the strange-named creatures that would make your ears bleed." With my free hand, I remove the blade from my leg and gently place it down, showing you a particular tenderness for this dagger, before taking hold of both your ankles with the hand that placed the weapon and lifting you above me before violently bringing you down again, raising my knee, to shatter your spine without letting go after my blow.

Darfos_Bazoorca: I squirm beneath your heavy foot like a squashed cockroach. My last trump card has been played; all that remains is arrogance and ruthlessness. “Forgive me, make me your most humble servant,” I cry out from the ground, sounding submissive. “Ask me for anything, whatever you want,” I beg for mercy.

Koriim: I stare at you, drooling at your appetizing appearance, my saliva dripping onto you, and I say, "You will be more useful to me dead than alive." I crush your body further, replying, "What I want are your abilities and your powers, and the only way to get them is for me to devour you entirely." Without moving my foot from your torso, I stick out my tongue and wrap it around your ankle, applying pressure that begins to crush it, tearing it off in one swift motion before wrapping my tongue around your foot and bringing it to my mouth to swallow it. I look at you with your own blood running down you and I say mockingly, "You're a little lacking in iron." Then I pull my foot away and grab you by the waist, blocking your arms and lifting you up to put your face in front of me and see fear and pain distort your beautiful face.

Darfos_Bazoorca: My body writhes in agony like a snake whose head has been crushed beneath a cyclops, as my hot blood gushes from the gaping hole where my other leg was just a moment ago. My black leather pants are torn open, exposing my hairy ass as your long tongue—which looks more like a massive, slimy cock—wraps around my hips, lifting me up to face you three meters above the ground. The shreds of my leather pants hang around my remaining thigh as I stare, half-naked, at your enormous eyes and that sharp beak. “You’ll never get my power—someone else is coming after me who’ll slaughter you!” I shout defiantly and spit at you. “You’re going to die, you ballsless vulture!”

Koriim: I stare at you, you're still arrogant and full of life, and I wonder if you could endure more, but first, I want something else. I grab you by the waist, pinning your arms and curling my tongue, and I say, 'Power? That's an excellent idea, I've just grasped it.' When you spit on me, I stick out my tongue to swallow, leaving the rest of your blood on my plumage. Then my eyes begin to glow with a bluish light, like the light from your wand that was supposed to control me. I look you straight in the eyes and say, 'You belong to me now, you are my prey, my slave. I am your Master, and your Master wants the seed of his slave. Give it to me.'"

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Koriim: Then I stick out my tongue and wrap it around your cock to give it a good stroking while drooling on it, and I keep extending it so that the tip of my tongue caresses your hole

Darfos_Bazoorca: I squirm in your grip like a worm on a hook as I listen to your words. “You ugly parrot, you loathsome seagull, you’ll never get my seed, you hear me? Never,” I spit on your beak. But my voice fades and eventually turns into a desperate moan as the shaft of your tongue wraps around my stiff cock, beginning to rhythmically stroke it at an ever-increasing pace. The tip of your tongue drills into my hole and penetrates deep inside me, licking my prostate in a way I’ve never felt before. My body stiffens into an arch, motionless, with only my cock throbbing under your tongue’s touch. "You bastard, let me go right now.... aaa... aaaah .. AAAA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH".. my words turn into a straight scream as, completely against my will, you make my body spurt out my seed with tremendous pressure. I don’t know how many thick streams of demigod seed you’re squirting out, but eventually my cock and balls empty, and my body goes limp in your grip.

Koriim: I still see you, so arrogant, realizing that you're also immune to the wand's power, and that pleases me. Your cries will nourish my ears while your seed nourishes my stomach. When I feel you're about to ejaculate, I swallow your entire cock to swallow all your sperm, not wanting to let a single drop fall to the ground. Then I feel your body weakening, I play a little more with your prostate before folding my tongue back, but instead of putting it in, I wrap it around your balls and cock, squeezing as tightly as possible to saw through your crotch before tearing them off and bringing them back to my beak, showing you that I'm swallowing your cock and balls with great pleasure, your blood spurting onto my plumage. I laugh, saying to you, "Your divine seed was good, but not enough."

Darfos_Bazoorca: Just when I thought the worst was over, your anaconda-like tongue begins to stretch my still-throbbing cock and heavy balls. I feel my muscle tissue, tendons, and skin stretching to their limits, and eventually they start to break down until they tear violently away from my body. My head lurches from side to side in pain as my eyes widen at the sight of my junk—which I was always so proud of—sinking deep into your mouth as my blood spurts from the gaping hole in my crotch. Something tells me you’re not done yet; my suffering isn’t over.

Koriim: Your divine penis and testicles make my body tremble, I see you panicking, you who were so arrogant, I could kill you right here, right now but where would the pleasure be, you are a demigod, you can endure much worse and besides I am hungry, hungry for flesh, I take out my tongue which I wrap around the base of your thigh, just under your crotch and I squeeze while slowly tearing it, without taking my eyes off you to see your face filled with pain and agony while you realize that the beast you defied has no pity for creatures like you. You can feel that I'm really taking my time tearing your leg off, as if I want to rip it apart molecule by molecule, hearing the bone of your hip dislocate after a minute of agony, showing you that it's not over. I take five long minutes to rip your leg off before raising it above me and turning the wound towards me, as if I were drinking from the bottle before crushing it completely with my tongue to swallow it much more easily. Then I look at you with a huge grimace, almost a demonic smile, showing you that I'm not finished with you yet.

Darfos_Bazoorca: At some point, the pain becomes so intense that it completely burns away my voice. I scream toward the black sky with my silent voice, watching as you drain the last of the blood from my leg until it finally disappears deep inside you. I try to ignite a healing glow, but the light flickers for a moment and then goes out for good. “Others will come after me to destroy you, you stinking penguin!” I whisper in my hoarse voice, staring you in the face, knowing that my end is near.

Koriim: I relish this meat, and this surge of power that seems to want to emerge, but I am not satisfied. There is something deep inside you, something magnificent, delicious. Quickly, I tear off your remaining thigh, squeezing it and swallowing it as if I simply need to get rid of something that is bothering me. Then, without ever taking my eyes off your suffering body, I extend my tongue, inserting it into your anus before the tip tears through your intestines. I then pull it out through the hole where your tail used to be. I wrap my tongue around your pelvis and crush it in one swift motion before extending it into your torso, forming a spiral that begins to turn, grinding all your organs and bones, making you feel like a giant blender. As I grind you from the inside, you see a black aura made up of purple skulls screaming in pain and agony. You feel a kind of aura engulf you, compressing your soul and concentrating it in your head, making you understand that I can keep you alive, even if only your head remains. Then I raise your body and drink the insides that trickle down onto my feathers. I'm waiting to swallow your entrails completely before I finish my carnage."

Darfos_Bazoorca: I don´t feel my legs, my arms nor my body any longer. I can see you in front of me but my soul is watching a different kind of view, something I couldn´t imagine even in my worst mightmares. Thousands of skulls piled into heaps, skulls that scream my name, darkness without light, ice, burning, pain, and terror. I feel my insides slowly oozing out of my body; it is the only warmth I can still sense as the freezing cold takes over even the last corners of my empty shell... "le piaf"... I whisper quietly, with a weak voice, and fade away like the flame of a small candle on the open sea.

Koriim: Your last words are those of an arrogant demigod. Perhaps you think you're escaping, but I used my powers to capture your soul in your head, and I don't intend to leave it there. You see the world losing its colors, everything turning gray and dull, making you understand that all life has left you. You helplessly watch the carnage of your body as it curls up before I swallow you like a burrito. Then, with a single peck, I tear out your throat and swallow your body whole, looking at your skull, seeing your soul trapped inside. I smile at you and say, "You should never have defied me, little demigod. Now I will slowly savor your soul. You will vanish into nothingness, and I will claim all your powers. You don't deserve them anyway." And then I gently place your head in my beak and close it softly. I feel your fear and distress, which seem even more palpable now that your mortal remains have been swallowed. I moan with pleasure, letting my warm breath touch your face, showing you that you can no longer feel the physical world around you.

Koriim: I gently close my beak to crush your skull so you can clearly hear it crack, truly wanting to show you that your agony will be long and painful, slow and infernal. You, who thought the cold was engulfing you, realize that hundreds of spectral hands are seizing your soul and dragging it downwards, revealing an endless ocean of darkness. You completely lose your bearings, no longer even knowing where you came from, up and down having lost all meaning in this infinite desolation. You see the spectral hands beginning to take shape, and around you, thousands of corpses are forming, making you think of a mixture of zombies and ghosts, with an expression that is both frightened and hungry. The ghosts of desolation begin to circle you, tearing away fragments of your soul, bit by bit, and there you discover a new way to suffer. Your soul is ripped apart little by little, each pain as powerful as the first. Every atom of your soul begins to disappear into the gaping maw of these creatures, letting you glimpse the end for yourself, knowing that no resurrection or other divine power can save you.

Koriim: Once I have finished swallowing your head, my whole body trembles with pleasure. I feel something powerful happening within me. My normally red eyes begin to glow with the intensity of a red sun. I feel my muscles harden, my flesh stiffen. I feel myself becoming infinitely more resilient. My feathers, usually so soft, begin to sharpen and become as razor-sharp as the blade that demigod used to kill me. With a swift blow, I sliced ​​a tree in two, revealing to myself that my feathers had also become a deadly weapon. My entire body ached, convulsing, and I let out a scream that ripped through the trees around me, leaving an empty space where dozens had once stood. I saw the ground shrink beneath me before I understood what was happening: the power of this demigod had allowed me to increase my size and strength. I gazed down at the forest from my 5-meter height, feeling my whole body flooded with divine power, power that would surely allow me to challenge the god who had granted this arrogant being the right to exist. I contemplate my domain with a fresh perspective, the power of this demigod becoming an integral part of me. I concentrate and begin to shrink, returning to my 3-meter height while I lick my claws after this delicious meal.

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