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The forest was dark and hungry, but Thane was a fine warrior and had his sword by his side, so he entered without fear. Shadows curled around the branches of the trees, reaching out for Thane as he briskly walked through. He was fairly sure there was a friendly encampment nearby- at this point in time he’d take a Graveborn campsite, even if every Graveborn he’d met gave him the chills (except Baden, who gave him different kinds of chills).
As Thane walked, he heard the sound of sticks snapping, felt a rumble in the ground that ran up his legs, smelled blood in the air. He froze like a rabbit for a moment, ears straining to hear more and identify who was out there- friend or foe? As Thane peered into the darkness, he saw a pair of red eyes gleaming back at him. Thane took a step back, moving his hand to his sword.
The next sound Thane heard made his heart sink- it was a wet kind of sound, like someone running their tongue over their teeth if both tongue and teeth were enormous. The scent of blood increased, and Thane swallowed his fear harshly. He had to decide what to do- run, or fight?
“What do we have here?” a low voice rumbled through the forest, creating a rumble Thane could feel in his teeth. He’d enjoy the sensation more if Mezoth himself wasn’t lumbering towards him, all the carelessness of an apex predator rounding on its prey. Thane knew his sword would do no good here- he wasn’t a celestial, his sword wasn’t blessed by anything, he was alone.
If he didn’t run, he’d die.
Thane didn’t deign Mezoth with a verbal response, he simply turned and ran. Surely Mezoth would have a hard time catching him, with how big he was-
Thane’s thoughts shattered as he felt something catch his cape and yank him back, choking him mercilessly as Mezoth held him in the air, drawing him close to examine him better.
“So much armor,” Mezoth tutted, using one giant hand to pry Thane’s armor off while the other held him up by his cape. Thane fumbled with the latch of his cloak, his heart racing as cool air ran across his skin. “Stop squirming,”
“Make me,” Thane snapped back, his heart leaping as he managed to undo the latch of his cloak. He fell for a moment, only for Mezoth to quickly catch him and pin him roughly to the grassy ground. Thane shuddered, squirming as the odd sensation of cold grass contrasted with the hot feeling of Mezoth’s clawed hand- something that could quite easily rend his organs to ribbons- pinned him down. With a shocking amount of delicacy, Mezoth removed Thane’s slacks and sword from his person, tossing them aside carelessly. The tongue that lolled out of Mezoth’s gaping maw in his stomach ran up Thane’s body in a hot wet stripe, drawing out a startled moan from Thane’s lips.
“What a pretty sound,” Mezoth murmured, a comment so soft Thane had to strain his ears to hear over the rushing sound of blood in his ears. Humiliation burned in his chest as arousal pooled in his stomach, combining with the rapidly cooling saliva on Thane’s body to make him tremble. Mezoth licked him again, slow and purposeful, and Thane let out a soft gasp he tried in vain to swallow. “Don’t you dare hide those pretty sounds from me, swordsman, or I’ll kill you,”
“Isn’t that what you’re going to do?” Thane rasped out, his voice coming out way breathier than he’d meant it to. Mezoth didn’t answer at first, using his smaller two hands to fold Thane in half so his knees were pressed to his chest in a feat of flexibility Thane didn’t know he could do. He let out a soft noise, maybe of distress, maybe of discomfort, and Mezoth stilled.
“Is that too much?” he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He saw Thane’s puzzled look and sighed. “It would be very boring if I broke your pelvis before I fucked you,” Oh.
“How gentlemanly,” Thane muttered. “How exactly do you intend on...” Thane scrunched his nose at using the word ‘fuck’, “...copulating with me without lubricant for Dura’s sake? That’s just ridiculous,” Mezoth’s booming laugh shook Thane’s bones in a way he almost found pleasant as he heard a wet, squelching noise. Thane craned his neck and saw a thick tentacle sliding out from behind Mezoth’s loincloth, dripping some kind of dark purple substance on the forest floor.
“Why I brought my own,” Mezoth laughed, running the tentacle along the same path his tongue had taken earlier. The substance that coated the tentacle left a pleasant warming feeling behind everywhere but on Thane’s cock, where it downright burned. Thane moaned softly, his eyes fluttering shut. The tip of the tentacle teased the underside of Thane’s cock, down his balls and along his perineum, an action that made Thane’s moans increase in volume.
“Good boy,” Thane’s legs slid further apart and Thane wasn’t sure if he’d done it of his own volition or if Mezoth puppetted his legs apart. Thane felt the tentacle tease at his entrance, circling it slowly and coating it with the burning liquid that dripped and made obscene wet noises every time Mezoth moved. Thane’s cock ached before Mezoth started working him open, but he tried to stop himself from cumming too early. He couldn’t explain it, this underlying feeling in the back of his head that he had to hold out as long as he could.
“You’re tensing up,” Mezoth commented, almost conversationally, before stroking Thane’s thighs softly with clawed hands that teased his skin, not breaking it. “Relax for me, swordsman. I’ll paint this forest with your screams of pleasure,”
Those words caused Thane to let out a shuddering gasp mixed with a whimper as he tried to follow the orders given. He tried to look away from Mezoth, but every time he tried his eyes would slide back to Mezoth as if drawn by a magnet.
Mezoth worked agonizingly slowly. It didn’t take long for Thane to start rocking his hips to the sensation of being filled, trying to squirm and angle so that Mezoth would hit his prostate. Every time he did, Thane cried out, throwing his head back with enough force it hurt. The pain mixed wit the intense pleasure ramming itself through Thane’s veins, creating a pleasant haze. He could feel himself relaxing in Mezoth’s grip, slowly growing more pliant and fuckable. The thought alone, that he was going to get used as Mezoth’s personal fuck doll, made Thane grin hazily and his toes curl. Mezoth rumbled something Thane didn’t quite understand and pulled out entirely, which made a whimper of protest escape Thane’s lips before he could think about it. Mezoth laughed again, and rammed roughly into Thane, causing stars to explode in his vision and a scream to rip from his throat. The pace Mezoth set now was merciless, and with each inward stroke Thane realized he could see a bit of a bulge in his stomach. That sight alone made Thane cum, tears welling in his eyes as Mezoth kept going, kept ramming into him as he clenched around Mezoth’s tentacle (he could feel it inside him, squirming, pushing, filling him up). Mezoth’s pace sped up rapidly and his grip on Thane’s thighs tightened to the point where he broke skin and oh dear, Thane was getting hard again. Mezoth’s tongue lapping up the cum that spattered Thane’s chest and stomach didn’t help matters, nor did the low rumble Mezoth gave at the flavor.
“Again?” Mezoth grunted as he thrust. “And you call my kind insatiable,”
“Mmm,” Thane hummed in response, unable to form words with his tongue. He thought about Mezoth ramming that tentacle down his throat and sighed. If he survived this, he would have some really interesting sex dreams.
Now that he wasn’t actively trying to stop his orgasm from building, Thane’s second one came rather quickly. He felt raw and overstimulated, and Thane’s vision blacked out as he heard Mezoth moan loudly and cum in him.
Thane woke up, which was a bonus. He was sore all over, which was not a bonus. Someone had dressed him, and while he felt sticky all over, he didn’t feel nearly as lubed up as he ought to feel. Someone had also laid him down on a bed of moss, and as Thane clipped his sword to his waist and his cloak around his shoulders, he saw a mess of blackish purple liquid staining the ground where he’d been fucked.
The stain was pretty big.
Thane pressed his face into his hand and groaned, before briskly walking off to find civilization and ignoring the ache he felt.