Excellia reflected silently on how much she hated her job.
It had been a little more than a season since the amazon princess had abandoned her homeland and departed the jungles of Lak'Tathion. She'd left to seek strength in the wider world, to face great challenges and overcome them, to earn glory and respect among her people. But the wider world had proven to be utterly disappointing. It had been nothing but one foul-smelling barbarian town after another, performing menial tasks for a handful of the metal coins they used for currency. At this rate, she would be a wizened crone before she had even a single trophy worth any real honor.
Looking inward, she cursed fate for trapping her in such a frail body. True enough, compared to the women of these barbarians, she was a goddess. Like all her amazonian sisters her skin gleamed bronze in the morning sunlight. Her long, wavy crimson hair cascaded down her back in a burning waterfall, all the way to the small of her back. She stood eye to eye with most of the barbarian menfolk, and every inch of her body was covered in toned, lithe muscle. Well, almost every inch. She was undeniably woman, with a shapely pair of orange-sized breasts and an undeniable curve to her hips. Her traveling outfit did nothing to conceal her glorious physique, originally consisting of nothing more than a wide cloth band threaded between her muscular thighs and held around the waist by a sturdy leather belt that bore furry pouches on the front and back, and the leather strap harness that held her mighty two-handed axe tight to her back. She'd added a wide, fitted cloth band over her breasts when the stares of the barbarian menfolk became intolerable.
But as lovely and powerful as she was compared to these women, compared to other amazons, particularly her sisters, she was pathetic. They loomed over her, almost seven feet tall, setting the redhead at eye-level with their full, jiggling, cantaloupe-sized orbs. While she strained and trained her body with almost every spare moment, her sisters were effortlessly muscular, bearing thick slabs of shredded muscle on every limb. As if fate was not cruel enough, her sisters never passed up an opportunity to rub their superiority in their youngest sibling's face, easily defeating her at any sport or challenge she could think of. She'd suffered under their cruel taunts and mockery for her entire life, her rage simmering with each passing moon that failed to deliver her the body she so longed for. She had the heart of a true warrior, and she longed for glory, but her body seemed destined to ruin her aspirations. The greatest amazonian warriors, those whose great and glorious deeds inspired tales and songs that were repeated in celebration for many generations, were said to be incredibly powerful. Strong enough to crush the skulls of their enemies between their thighs, strong enough to behead fearsome monsters with a single stroke of an axe, strong enough to crush stone and bend steel with their bare hands. She'd always been captivated by such heroic women, she memorized all the greatest tales and songs. She wanted nothing more in all the realms than to become a warrior strong enough to inspire such legends, to become a great amazon. But as her coming of age came and went and her hopes of a sudden growth spurt died, she became desperate for some way to tip the scales in her favor, to gain an edge. There was one thing the warriors of legend all had in common. They all had left the jungles and found strength and glory in the world beyond. It was a crazy idea, yes, but it seemed her only hope. Of course, she might never have had the courage to go through with it if she hadn't lost her temper during a spat with her sisters and allowed herself to be goaded into making a hasty oath to do it. By the sacred laws of the amazons, an oath was a very serious commitment. She was left with two options, one, to go through with the oath and either succeed or die trying, or two, have her honor stripped from her and be exiled in disgrace. But to her ever-growing disappointment, the land beyond the jungles was not some thrilling wilderness where adventure and danger were part of everyday life. It was almost painfully dull, in fact, all the land she'd seen thus far was boring expanses of farms and grasslands, punctuated by the occasional town, or even more rarely, a real city. There seemed to be no challenges to be found here worthy of honor among the amazons. She'd sworn to herself she'd find some sort of task worthy of her attentions after her last quest had put her in a stinking sewer, hacking the tails off enormous, mutant rats. But when her meager reward had been spent, she had been left with no choice but to take another menial task for the promised reward. This time, she had been charged with the chore of retrieving stolen good from the kobolds inhabiting the Dam-Kobol mine outside of town. According to the man who'd charged her with the task, the mine was actually named for its founders, Daniel Kobol and Richard Dam. It's common name had been changed to the 'Damn Cobalt' mine by some bitter, unemployed miners when the veins it had been built to follow were fouled by Cobalt deposits. Then, once again, the name had changed to the 'Damn Kobold' mine after a warren of the small, scaly creatures had breached into it from below and rapidly moved in to occupy every nook and cranny. It seemed whenever the kobold numbers reached a certain threshold, their subterranean supply lines were unable to support their numbers, and they were forced to start raiding nearby settlements to make up the difference. And so here she was, staring at the entrance to the mines. She'd been promised a gold piece for every kobold she slew, plus the value of any supplies she retrieved and the profits from any other items or materials she could retrieve from the mines. She sighed softly, and tugged at the rope harness attached to the rented mule that hauled a now-empty cart, pulling the beast toward a weathered hitching post by the mine's entrance. The gave the beast a pat on the side of the neck as she tied the harness to the post, then turned to the archway leading into the mine. She reached behind her, undoing the buckles that held her heavy axe on her back and bringing it to bear, hands tightening on the red leather grip, broad, arcing blades gleaming. She hoped she'd be able to at least enjoy the task a bit. At least there was real fighting involved, it had been too long since last she'd drawn blood. She crept into the mine cautiously, advancing with short steps, keeping her eyes peeled as she entered. Immediately, she could see the evidence of kobold habitation. Tiny sleeping chambers crudely hacked into the stone walls, honeycombed to accommodate as many as possible at a time. Piles of garbage in the corners. Racks of mining equipment, crudely modified to accommodate tiny kobold hands. But as she passed passage after passage, she found no kobolds. Even the traps the kobolds were so famous for were apparently inactive. Perhaps that was the trap? To lure adventurers in, then activate the traps and leave them with no method of escape? No... the tiny, scaly beasts were cowardly, they wouldn't want to trap themselves in with an angry adventurer... It took her a moment to realize the dull thumping she was hearing in the silent tunnels wasn't her own heartbeat. No... it was drums. Finally, some sign of her prey. She listened carefully at each intersection of tunnels, following the echoing, distant sound at each turn. The sound grew louder as she got closer, and she found her heartbeat mirroring it, stepping faster and faster as her excitement grew. She was getting closer and closer to the source. Soon, she could hear a chorus of voices, a rhythmic chant spoken in the kobold's harsh, hissing dialect of draconic, thousands of voices as one. She felt her lips curl into a wicked grin. Her anticipation grew. What would she find when she came upon the source of the sounds? Some manner of gathering, obviously, but what? A ceremony to some dark god from the depths? A celebration of some foul accomplishment? A ritual with cruel intent? The sound still grew, louder and louder, and her pace continued to quicken. Could there be something truly dangerous at work in these mines? If she could be the one to stop it, that would certainly be a glorious achievement. A fitting start to her legends, perhaps. Soon the sounds were all but deafening, a roar that echoed and amplified through the stony tunnels, matched only by the sound of her pulse, adrenaline surging with each beat as she prepared for glorious battle. Finally, she rounded a beam and spotted the first one of the little beasts. It had its back to her, facing an archway opening onto some massive cavern. It was clad in rags, the simple garments draped over its scrawny, bony frame, its rusty-red scales dull and lacking luster. Its snout was hanging open as it chanted, pumping a fist into the air, its attention clearly rapt on whatever was happening on the far side of that arch. She barely paused in her swift strides, her mighty axe coming across low and quieting the chorus by one voice. Her grin grew wider. First blood in a battle was always a heady rush. A lone amazon warrior against an army of lizard creatures. Surely that was worth a telling or two. The chamber was larger than she'd expected, an amphitheater of some sort, a huge dome centered on a stone altar in the middle of a wide, flat center stage. All around it, roughly hewn stone steps served as the seating for what looked to be the entire warren of kobolds. The entire cavern was lit by a brilliant ball of light, hanging in an iron cage suspended from the ceiling by a thick black chain. Its light illuminated a scene of darkness. A green-skinned female of some sort nearly buried beneath writing kobold bodies. A sacrifice of some sort! She had to stop this, before it could go any further, before they could hurt that poor woman or complete whatever they were trying to accomplish. As she burst through the arch into the yawning chamber, she let loose an exuberant war cry, bloody blade raised, ready to bite flesh once again. Reaching the top layer of stairs, she planted a boot, and swung her axe low and wide, across the neck level of the first kobolds, who were still blinking, confused by her appearance. Chaos erupted in the crowd as the blade separated three heads from their shoulders in a single mighty swing, their bony bodies offering little resistance to her strength. The crowd panicked, scrabbling away from her as the chant and drum beat splintered, the realization of an adventurer's arrival spreading through the hundreds of tiny beings gathered. There was a moment of stillness as the crowd hesitated, but a sharp cry rose over the babble, a hissing command spat by some sort of leader. The tide of bodies hesitated for a moment, then closed on her in a mad wave of scrabbling claws and teeth. She shifted her grip on her axe, and pushed off, rushing forth to meet the tide, pulse thundering in her ears as she screamed another terrifying war-cry. ----------------------------------------------------------- The afternoon sun shone down from above as the amazon emerged from the mine one final time, grinning broadly. In one hand, she led the rope lead of her mule, whose saddle-bags were heavy with the last load of goods recovered from the mine. Excellia's bronze skin was splattered with drying kobold blood, covering almost her entire body, either in tiny droplets thrown airborne by the violence that drew it, or in wide splashes of crimson sprayed from the more deadly wounds. She seemed entirely unconcerned with her appearance, having only bothered to wipe clean her face and her gleaming steel axe. Couldn't let her favorite weapon become dull, after all. As she emerged into the sunlight she pulled the mule up beside the cart and began to shift its load from the saddlebags to the cart, silently reflecting on the glorious carnage she'd wreaked in the mines. Now THAT was a battle. “You've, uh, got something there.” Came a female voice as she worked, and the amazon glanced up from her work to the maiden perched on a pile of grain-sacks in the cart. She was clean, compared to the amazon. Her green-skinned figure was, in fact, entirely bare of anything that might conceal her luscious curves, from her wide hips and perfectly shaped ass to her full, emerald tits, capped with forest-green nipples. To Excellia's eyes, she looked like a goblin, her three-foot height and green skin seeming to fit the mental image she had, and the black hair with a shock of purple not being entirely unexpected. However, she seemed to have some unusual traits that she couldn't quite place, such as a short pair of curving horns, one of which had the tip broken off, or the long, flexible, black tail that swayed behind her, it's heart-shaped tip pierced by a handful of silver rings. At the moment, she was sitting upright on the stack of burlap sacks, her generous rear squished out on both sides under her weight. One hand pointed to the amazon's backside. Excellia blinked, looking over her shoulder, but couldn't quite see it... She reached behind herself, grasping blindly until they closed on something thin and cold. Pulling it off the furred pouch on her belt, she brought it around to look at it. She smirked as it was revealed to be a severed kobold arm, claw-like fingers gripped into the fur of her pouch. She tossed it aside and shook her head. “Stubborn beasts, aren't they?” she muttered as she went back to loading the cart. The goblin woman rolled her eyes. “Maybe in some places, but not where it counts.” she muttered, somewhat bitterly. The amazon shook her head. “Yeah they didn't put up too much a fight to stay alive, huh?” She replied, loading the last of the goods into the cart and beginning to lead the mule around to the front of the cart. The goblin gave an unreadable smirk at that comment, then leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm and her elbow on her knee. “You know, I never really thanked you for getting me out of there. I'm don't think even I could have taken all of those little pricks. So, thanks.” She offered, surprisingly casual for the recipient of recent rescue. The amazon grinned, flashing a bright smile as she took on a heroic pose subconsciously, pausing in her task of harnessing the mule. “I'm just glad I arrived in time to rescue you.” She replied. Then she paused for a moment, a look of curiosity crossing her face. “Out of curiosity, what were you doing in those tunnels in the first place? You must have known they were dangerous.” She wondered. The goblin sighed. “I was supposed to be making a trade, but the damn lizards changed their end of the bargain.” she replied. “I needed the Cobalt from the mines, and the mine didn't have any kobold women... So I arranged an exchange of services.” She explained, then sighed, pouting her pair of plump, purple-painted lips. “Then the pricks gathered up all the men in the warren. Seemed like you arrived just in time to spare me from the worst of it.” She added, nodding to the amazon. Excellia nodded, trying to seem knowing despite her growing confusion. Not much of what the goblin said made sense to her. What did a lack of women have to do with anything? Maybe they wanted her as an indentured servant of some sort, to do 'womanly work' like cleaning and laundry. That would certainly fit with the backwards nature of menfolk outside the jungles. Or maybe they'd just wanted a sacrifice and had lied to the woman to lure her in with her defenses lowered. Ah, well, it didn't really matter. Kobolds are stupid creatures, she shouldn't expect them to make sense. She shook her head, tightening the last strap on the mule. She glanced back to the goblin. “What would you need Cobalt for, anyways?” The goblin grinned, and held up a hand and snapped. There was a soft popping sound, and a puff of black smoke that swiftly cleared to reveal a tiny rectangle of parchment covered in black text. She offered it to the amazon with a small flourish, holding it between two small, green fingers. “I'll let my card explain for me.” She commented with a grin. The amazon took the card and examined it carefully.
But as lovely and powerful as she was compared to these women, compared to other amazons, particularly her sisters, she was pathetic. They loomed over her, almost seven feet tall, setting the redhead at eye-level with their full, jiggling, cantaloupe-sized orbs. While she strained and trained her body with almost every spare moment, her sisters were effortlessly muscular, bearing thick slabs of shredded muscle on every limb. As if fate was not cruel enough, her sisters never passed up an opportunity to rub their superiority in their youngest sibling's face, easily defeating her at any sport or challenge she could think of. She'd suffered under their cruel taunts and mockery for her entire life, her rage simmering with each passing moon that failed to deliver her the body she so longed for. She had the heart of a true warrior, and she longed for glory, but her body seemed destined to ruin her aspirations. The greatest amazonian warriors, those whose great and glorious deeds inspired tales and songs that were repeated in celebration for many generations, were said to be incredibly powerful. Strong enough to crush the skulls of their enemies between their thighs, strong enough to behead fearsome monsters with a single stroke of an axe, strong enough to crush stone and bend steel with their bare hands. She'd always been captivated by such heroic women, she memorized all the greatest tales and songs. She wanted nothing more in all the realms than to become a warrior strong enough to inspire such legends, to become a great amazon. But as her coming of age came and went and her hopes of a sudden growth spurt died, she became desperate for some way to tip the scales in her favor, to gain an edge. There was one thing the warriors of legend all had in common. They all had left the jungles and found strength and glory in the world beyond. It was a crazy idea, yes, but it seemed her only hope. Of course, she might never have had the courage to go through with it if she hadn't lost her temper during a spat with her sisters and allowed herself to be goaded into making a hasty oath to do it. By the sacred laws of the amazons, an oath was a very serious commitment. She was left with two options, one, to go through with the oath and either succeed or die trying, or two, have her honor stripped from her and be exiled in disgrace. But to her ever-growing disappointment, the land beyond the jungles was not some thrilling wilderness where adventure and danger were part of everyday life. It was almost painfully dull, in fact, all the land she'd seen thus far was boring expanses of farms and grasslands, punctuated by the occasional town, or even more rarely, a real city. There seemed to be no challenges to be found here worthy of honor among the amazons. She'd sworn to herself she'd find some sort of task worthy of her attentions after her last quest had put her in a stinking sewer, hacking the tails off enormous, mutant rats. But when her meager reward had been spent, she had been left with no choice but to take another menial task for the promised reward. This time, she had been charged with the chore of retrieving stolen good from the kobolds inhabiting the Dam-Kobol mine outside of town. According to the man who'd charged her with the task, the mine was actually named for its founders, Daniel Kobol and Richard Dam. It's common name had been changed to the 'Damn Cobalt' mine by some bitter, unemployed miners when the veins it had been built to follow were fouled by Cobalt deposits. Then, once again, the name had changed to the 'Damn Kobold' mine after a warren of the small, scaly creatures had breached into it from below and rapidly moved in to occupy every nook and cranny. It seemed whenever the kobold numbers reached a certain threshold, their subterranean supply lines were unable to support their numbers, and they were forced to start raiding nearby settlements to make up the difference. And so here she was, staring at the entrance to the mines. She'd been promised a gold piece for every kobold she slew, plus the value of any supplies she retrieved and the profits from any other items or materials she could retrieve from the mines. She sighed softly, and tugged at the rope harness attached to the rented mule that hauled a now-empty cart, pulling the beast toward a weathered hitching post by the mine's entrance. The gave the beast a pat on the side of the neck as she tied the harness to the post, then turned to the archway leading into the mine. She reached behind her, undoing the buckles that held her heavy axe on her back and bringing it to bear, hands tightening on the red leather grip, broad, arcing blades gleaming. She hoped she'd be able to at least enjoy the task a bit. At least there was real fighting involved, it had been too long since last she'd drawn blood. She crept into the mine cautiously, advancing with short steps, keeping her eyes peeled as she entered. Immediately, she could see the evidence of kobold habitation. Tiny sleeping chambers crudely hacked into the stone walls, honeycombed to accommodate as many as possible at a time. Piles of garbage in the corners. Racks of mining equipment, crudely modified to accommodate tiny kobold hands. But as she passed passage after passage, she found no kobolds. Even the traps the kobolds were so famous for were apparently inactive. Perhaps that was the trap? To lure adventurers in, then activate the traps and leave them with no method of escape? No... the tiny, scaly beasts were cowardly, they wouldn't want to trap themselves in with an angry adventurer... It took her a moment to realize the dull thumping she was hearing in the silent tunnels wasn't her own heartbeat. No... it was drums. Finally, some sign of her prey. She listened carefully at each intersection of tunnels, following the echoing, distant sound at each turn. The sound grew louder as she got closer, and she found her heartbeat mirroring it, stepping faster and faster as her excitement grew. She was getting closer and closer to the source. Soon, she could hear a chorus of voices, a rhythmic chant spoken in the kobold's harsh, hissing dialect of draconic, thousands of voices as one. She felt her lips curl into a wicked grin. Her anticipation grew. What would she find when she came upon the source of the sounds? Some manner of gathering, obviously, but what? A ceremony to some dark god from the depths? A celebration of some foul accomplishment? A ritual with cruel intent? The sound still grew, louder and louder, and her pace continued to quicken. Could there be something truly dangerous at work in these mines? If she could be the one to stop it, that would certainly be a glorious achievement. A fitting start to her legends, perhaps. Soon the sounds were all but deafening, a roar that echoed and amplified through the stony tunnels, matched only by the sound of her pulse, adrenaline surging with each beat as she prepared for glorious battle. Finally, she rounded a beam and spotted the first one of the little beasts. It had its back to her, facing an archway opening onto some massive cavern. It was clad in rags, the simple garments draped over its scrawny, bony frame, its rusty-red scales dull and lacking luster. Its snout was hanging open as it chanted, pumping a fist into the air, its attention clearly rapt on whatever was happening on the far side of that arch. She barely paused in her swift strides, her mighty axe coming across low and quieting the chorus by one voice. Her grin grew wider. First blood in a battle was always a heady rush. A lone amazon warrior against an army of lizard creatures. Surely that was worth a telling or two. The chamber was larger than she'd expected, an amphitheater of some sort, a huge dome centered on a stone altar in the middle of a wide, flat center stage. All around it, roughly hewn stone steps served as the seating for what looked to be the entire warren of kobolds. The entire cavern was lit by a brilliant ball of light, hanging in an iron cage suspended from the ceiling by a thick black chain. Its light illuminated a scene of darkness. A green-skinned female of some sort nearly buried beneath writing kobold bodies. A sacrifice of some sort! She had to stop this, before it could go any further, before they could hurt that poor woman or complete whatever they were trying to accomplish. As she burst through the arch into the yawning chamber, she let loose an exuberant war cry, bloody blade raised, ready to bite flesh once again. Reaching the top layer of stairs, she planted a boot, and swung her axe low and wide, across the neck level of the first kobolds, who were still blinking, confused by her appearance. Chaos erupted in the crowd as the blade separated three heads from their shoulders in a single mighty swing, their bony bodies offering little resistance to her strength. The crowd panicked, scrabbling away from her as the chant and drum beat splintered, the realization of an adventurer's arrival spreading through the hundreds of tiny beings gathered. There was a moment of stillness as the crowd hesitated, but a sharp cry rose over the babble, a hissing command spat by some sort of leader. The tide of bodies hesitated for a moment, then closed on her in a mad wave of scrabbling claws and teeth. She shifted her grip on her axe, and pushed off, rushing forth to meet the tide, pulse thundering in her ears as she screamed another terrifying war-cry. ----------------------------------------------------------- The afternoon sun shone down from above as the amazon emerged from the mine one final time, grinning broadly. In one hand, she led the rope lead of her mule, whose saddle-bags were heavy with the last load of goods recovered from the mine. Excellia's bronze skin was splattered with drying kobold blood, covering almost her entire body, either in tiny droplets thrown airborne by the violence that drew it, or in wide splashes of crimson sprayed from the more deadly wounds. She seemed entirely unconcerned with her appearance, having only bothered to wipe clean her face and her gleaming steel axe. Couldn't let her favorite weapon become dull, after all. As she emerged into the sunlight she pulled the mule up beside the cart and began to shift its load from the saddlebags to the cart, silently reflecting on the glorious carnage she'd wreaked in the mines. Now THAT was a battle. “You've, uh, got something there.” Came a female voice as she worked, and the amazon glanced up from her work to the maiden perched on a pile of grain-sacks in the cart. She was clean, compared to the amazon. Her green-skinned figure was, in fact, entirely bare of anything that might conceal her luscious curves, from her wide hips and perfectly shaped ass to her full, emerald tits, capped with forest-green nipples. To Excellia's eyes, she looked like a goblin, her three-foot height and green skin seeming to fit the mental image she had, and the black hair with a shock of purple not being entirely unexpected. However, she seemed to have some unusual traits that she couldn't quite place, such as a short pair of curving horns, one of which had the tip broken off, or the long, flexible, black tail that swayed behind her, it's heart-shaped tip pierced by a handful of silver rings. At the moment, she was sitting upright on the stack of burlap sacks, her generous rear squished out on both sides under her weight. One hand pointed to the amazon's backside. Excellia blinked, looking over her shoulder, but couldn't quite see it... She reached behind herself, grasping blindly until they closed on something thin and cold. Pulling it off the furred pouch on her belt, she brought it around to look at it. She smirked as it was revealed to be a severed kobold arm, claw-like fingers gripped into the fur of her pouch. She tossed it aside and shook her head. “Stubborn beasts, aren't they?” she muttered as she went back to loading the cart. The goblin woman rolled her eyes. “Maybe in some places, but not where it counts.” she muttered, somewhat bitterly. The amazon shook her head. “Yeah they didn't put up too much a fight to stay alive, huh?” She replied, loading the last of the goods into the cart and beginning to lead the mule around to the front of the cart. The goblin gave an unreadable smirk at that comment, then leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm and her elbow on her knee. “You know, I never really thanked you for getting me out of there. I'm don't think even I could have taken all of those little pricks. So, thanks.” She offered, surprisingly casual for the recipient of recent rescue. The amazon grinned, flashing a bright smile as she took on a heroic pose subconsciously, pausing in her task of harnessing the mule. “I'm just glad I arrived in time to rescue you.” She replied. Then she paused for a moment, a look of curiosity crossing her face. “Out of curiosity, what were you doing in those tunnels in the first place? You must have known they were dangerous.” She wondered. The goblin sighed. “I was supposed to be making a trade, but the damn lizards changed their end of the bargain.” she replied. “I needed the Cobalt from the mines, and the mine didn't have any kobold women... So I arranged an exchange of services.” She explained, then sighed, pouting her pair of plump, purple-painted lips. “Then the pricks gathered up all the men in the warren. Seemed like you arrived just in time to spare me from the worst of it.” She added, nodding to the amazon. Excellia nodded, trying to seem knowing despite her growing confusion. Not much of what the goblin said made sense to her. What did a lack of women have to do with anything? Maybe they wanted her as an indentured servant of some sort, to do 'womanly work' like cleaning and laundry. That would certainly fit with the backwards nature of menfolk outside the jungles. Or maybe they'd just wanted a sacrifice and had lied to the woman to lure her in with her defenses lowered. Ah, well, it didn't really matter. Kobolds are stupid creatures, she shouldn't expect them to make sense. She shook her head, tightening the last strap on the mule. She glanced back to the goblin. “What would you need Cobalt for, anyways?” The goblin grinned, and held up a hand and snapped. There was a soft popping sound, and a puff of black smoke that swiftly cleared to reveal a tiny rectangle of parchment covered in black text. She offered it to the amazon with a small flourish, holding it between two small, green fingers. “I'll let my card explain for me.” She commented with a grin. The amazon took the card and examined it carefully.
Blacksparks's Black Magic
“Supplying all your alchemical needs since 522”
Potions, Elixirs, Distillations, Oils, and Creams
Strong, Fast, and Safe*!
ASK ABOUT OUR PERMANENT SOLUTIONS!
Villeta Blackspark, Owner, Proprietor, Master Alchemist, Sorceress
The card seemed straight-forward, though she wasn't sure what that little star next to safe was. Maybe some sort of accent? She looked over it one more time before she paused. “Black magic?!” She demanded, turning to the goblin, dropping slightly into a battle stance.
The green woman waved her hands in front of her shaking her head as she leaned back in surprise. “It's just a catchy name! No evil stuff involved, I promise! No need to get all axe-happy.” She desperately tried to reassure the amazon.
She frowned slightly, continuing to regard the goblin a little warily as she moved to take the mule's lead and started down the road. There was a tense moment of silence. “So... You needed the Cobalt for an ingredients or something?” she finally spoke up.
Villetta let out a sigh of relief at the knowledge she wasn't going to end up like the kobolds back in the mine. She grinned and moved to the front of the cart to better address the red-haired woman. “Exactly. And to show my gratitude for your timely rescue, I'm willing to offer you some of my stock as thanks.” She explained.
Excellia was curious, she had to admit. And it would be nice to have some spare healing potions around on her travels. She couldn't let her quest be put to an end by a lucky hit from some pathetic bandit, after all. She tucked the parchment square into her belt pouch. “Well... what kind of stuff are you offering?” She inquired, hesitantly.
The goblin shook her head. “Well, I've got all kinds of potions and elixirs an adventurer might want handy. Healing potions, obviously. Elixirs that make you stronger, or faster, or tougher. Distillations of elements that release a flash of energy when they break open. Oils that can make your weapon cut through stone. Creams that... well, let's just say they're great for entertainment purposes.” She listed off on her fingers, pausing as she mentioned the last item. “You're over 18, right?”
Excellia looked lost in thought for a moment, not really listening to anything after the line about elixirs. “Stronger...The card mentioned permanent solutions?” She asked, the very beginnings of an idea forming in her mind.
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The laboratory was dark and quiet, the only sound in the space the rhythmic drumming of the rain on the windows. Hundreds of glass bottles occupied almost every flat surface, filled with liquids of almost every color and description. Red, blue, green, pink, orange, clear with flecks suspended in the liquid, some even made of many colors swirling around one-another, never mixing. Toward the front, they were displayed and labeled carefully, some resting in stepped wire racks that displayed rows of vials appealingly, others in flat-bottomed flasks and resting directly on the shelves. But toward the back, it was a much more chaotic jumble, hundreds of differently-shaped glass structures interconnected by winding tubes or delicate spouts. Some sat above now-cold burners, others over mystic circles, some tubes running between softly-glowing crystals or etched with runes.
The silence was broken as the two women burst through the door, dripping wet from the rain, and slammed the door shut behind them. Glass tinkled softly against glass with the shock of the slamming door. The naked goblin darted deeper into the laboratory, shivering with the cold and wetness, rubbing at her shoulders for warmth. The amazon, in contrast, seemed unconcerned with her wetness. Sudden rain was not stranger in the jungles, and at least she was washed clean of all the blood. It had been starting to itch as it dried. The goblin gave a triumphant laugh as she managed to find a couple of towels, and quickly started to dry herself, tossing one to her taller companion. As they two women dried themselves, they commiserated over the sudden summer downpour, chatting aimlessly about the weather and luck.
Finally, the goblin seemed satisfied with her dryness. “Alright, then, let's get down to business.” She smiled as she marched over to a closet clearly designed for one of her stature and opened the door. Sh grabbed a long, white jacket from a closet and pulled it on, draping it over her shoulders, letting it hang open to show a deep valley of emerald cleavage. That seemed to be all she needed to get into the appropriate mindset, and headed over behind a counter, stepping up a hidden staircase to take a seat on a tall stool, tall enough to barely have to look up to the amazon, her plump rear squishing underneath her. “Okay, then. So, what EXACTLY do you want the potion to do?” She asked.
The amazon threw her crimson waterfall of wavy locks forward over one shoulder, letting it hang, heavy with water as she toweled at her brilliant mane. She gave a shrug. “Well, I said I wanted to be stronger. What do you have for that?” She inquired.
The goblin shook her head. “No, I got that, but I'm betting there's more to it than 'stronger'. Do you want to look stronger, or do you just wanna be supernaturally powerful? Do you want to be bigger? Does it have to be permanent? Does it have to be instant, or can it take effect over time?” She listed off possibilities. “You've gotta be specific.”
“Ahh. Well... I'd want to be bigger, definitely. More muscular, and taller, too. It's definitely got to be permanent, I won't be able to get refills once I return home... And it's got to be fast. I'm sick of waiting.” She returned, then paused for a moment. “Can it make my breasts bigger, too?”
The goblin listened, chewing softly on her lower lip as ideas flowed through her mind and were dismissed one by one. “That's a lot of stuff all at once...” She admitted, pondering for a long moment. “I can make some of those happen, but there's usually a sacrifice somewhere.... I could make it all happen at once, but it'd only last a couple of minutes. I could make you taller for good, but it would stretch out all your muscles, you'd have to build them up yourself. I could do something to make you grow bigger and more muscular, but you'd have to take it regularly over several months. I could give you the biggest tits this side of the Dragon Peaks right here, but you'd end up kinda chubby.” She clarified, listing off the options as they occurred to her. “To get them all at once...” she began, then paused, a look of realization hitting her. She considered it for a long moment, looking searchingly over the amazon. “...This might seem like a strange question, but how important it staying human?” She inquired carefully.
The amazon paused for a moment, letting her damp crimson mane fall back behind her as she thought about the options. “...Hmm. Well... I think I'd have to stay human. I mean, it wouldn't do me any good to get stronger if I had to turn into a gorilla to do it.” She replied, giving a shrug.
Villeta nodded. “Alright... but what about human with a little extra?” she probed.
The amazon considered. “...I'd still have to look like myself, so it couldn't be anything too drastic.” She answered finally.
Villeta's lips parted into an eager smile. She hopped off the stool and disappeared into the back of the lab, the heart-shaped tip of her tail following her, swaying restlessly before it too vanished around a corner. There was the sound of clinking bottles and creaking doors. The amazon looked somewhat concerned, peering after the vanished alchemist. But just as quickly and mysteriously as she'd disappeared, she returned, delicately cradling a tiny black box, barely larger than a ring box, in her small green hands.
“...What's that?” Excellia asked, looking somewhat cautiously at the black box.
Villeta grinned as she climbed back up onto the stool and set the box on the counter before her. She took hold of the lid and pulled it open, the hinge lifting the lid off the box to reveal a tiny vial, as big as the amazon's thumb. The featureless vial was sealed carefully, the corked end dipped in red wax to keep it air-tight. Inside the glass swirled a crimson liquid, blood-red, with little blue filaments floating throughout. It looked almost like it was alive, the way it swirled and flowed within the glass container. “This, my amazonian friend, is masterpiece of alchemical engineering.” She smiled. “See, the fluid is a transformation catalyst. It's a transmutation serum, modified by removing the target-entity agent and stabilized with a distillation of Witchbane. The blue filaments are entirely original work, not to brag, but it's actually made with denatured unicorn hair, which I then infused with Chaos Wort extract and a little bit of human blood, allowing them to attach to organic material and absorb a wide variety of essences, then transmit that essence to catalyze the transformation, while still ensuring the subject's base functions aren't interrupted!” she Explained, talking faster and faster as she explained the process gleefully.
Excellia looked blankly at the goblin.
Villeta's cheeks turned forest green. “...Right. Layman's terms. When you drink this, it sticks to your throat. Then you find a creature with traits that you want. For you, something big and strong. Then you just get a little bit of its essence, and swallow it. You're probably wanna go with blood, there are other options but it's gotta be liquid or the filaments won't.... Just... Go with blood. Anyways. The potion will absorb the essence of the creature and transfer some of its traits to you. Not all of them, just a handful, and only things that don't directly interfere with your body's functions. But keep in mind, it's a mindless potion. It can't tell the difference between something you want to swallow and something you swallow accidentally. If you drink this, then eat a particularly juicy steak, you'll end up with cow traits. But if you choose well and move carefully... This has the potential to give you everything you want in spades.” Villeta explained.
Excellia still looked somewhat puzzled.
Villeta sighed. “Hold onto the potion. Find a creature you want traits from. Drink the potion, then drink their blood. Consume nothing between the potion and the blood. Whatever essence you drink next, you'll get some traits from them, but won't turn into a half-monster. Choose well, and you'll end up with everything you want and more.” She explained in the simplest terms.
Understanding finally dawned on her face, but still she looked a little concerned. If she messed this up, she would never be able to return to the jungles. But the potential reward were so very tempting. Everything she asked for and more... She could be the strongest amazon in history. She could be truly legendary.
Seeing the amazon wavering, the goblinbus made one final comment. “Have I mentioned a dragon just happens to have set up a roost about a day's ride to the west?”
Excellia's eyes widened for a moment, then her lips curled into a smile. Now THAT would be a feat worthy of legend...
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Excellia's muscles strained as she gripped at the nearly-sheer cliff face, her fingertips scraping over the unyielding stone in search of a hand-hold. Her skin gleamed with sweat, despite the swift wind that scoured across the cliff, making her long mane of ruby hair blow behind her. Finally, her fingers found a grip on a crag in the rock and seized tight, the ragged point of the protrusion biting into her palm as she pulled herself up by it to seek another hold. She gritted her teeth and pushed the pain and the exhaustion down inside herself as she looked up. The ledge of the plateau was barely a yard away. Just a few more holds, and she'd be there. Her mighty axe was heavy on her back, the leather straps holding it in place biting into her shoulders. She let out a growl as she called upon her final reserves of strength, pushing with her leg to lunge upward, fingers questing for the edge. When they found it they gripped hard, raking at the stone. Every muscle in her body flexed and strained as she pulled herself to the edge, throwing a leg onto the plateau. She rolled her body over the edge and finally came to a rest just inches from the void, laying on her back as she panted to regain her breath.
She'd known dragons roosted in difficult to reach places. In hindsight, she'd always known that. It was mentioned in all the stories she'd heard as a child. But nobody mentioned how tiring it truly was. The journey to the dragon's lair was always an aside, getting only the briefest mention before the story got to the exciting part, the battle. If the dragon slayers of legend always ended up this tired before facing the dragon, she had a whole new respect for them. She lay there on the stone for a few moments to catch her breath before she realized she had to find herself some cover or she'd risk losing her chance. The dragon had been seen coming and going from this plateau for some months now, but none had dared to scale the cliffs and lay eyes upon the beast itself, and she didn't want to be discovered by the beast before she could make her approach.
Thankfully, cover was not hard to find. The plateau was wide and flat, a dull, gray stone polished smooth by rain and winds, not the greatest place to hide. But thankfully, it seemed fate was on her side, as the plateau was littered with rocks of darker stone, ranging in size from pebbles to great boulders, scattered all across the stony surface. As she slipped behind one, she surveyed the scenery cautiously. The locals called this peak the Pierced Plateau, naming it for an enormous, monolithic granite spike that thrust through the flat plane of the plateau, like the tip of an enormous spear. But as she surveyed the scene she saw no such spike. The only thing breaking the monotony of the plateau was a second, smaller plateau of the same dark stone as the boulders, in the center of the gray expanse. It barely rose more than ten feet from the main surface, and couldn't have measured more than thirty feet across at the top. Then, Excellia saw the jagged edges of the plateau and it all came together in her mind. The plateau had been the spike, but the great dragon had shattered the monolith and torn at the living stone with its mighty claws, until all that remained was a ragged bowl-shape for it to nest within. It had carved the ancient stone to suit its need and left the remains scattered across the plateau.
Excellia shivered at the potent illustration of a dragons' immense strength. This dragon was certainly everything she'd grown up dreaming about, hearing tales about. This would be a legendary confrontation, to be certain. She slid back behind the cover provided by a particularly large boulder, and took a deep breath. If she could take the merest fraction that beast's strength as her own... The very thought was intoxicating. She could almost see her future self, looming tall and powerful, her skin tough as dragon scales, her hands turned into tearing claws, her muscles pulsing with primal power... She reached into her bag, retrieving the little black box. She looked nervously to the tiny, dark shape, its size belying its power. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. She knew she wouldn't have time to down the elixir once the battle was joined. All she had to do was draw the mighty creature's blood, lick her weapon, and make her escape. Her hands trembled as she lifted the box's lid, revealing the tiny, sealed vial of swirling red liquid. A moaning gust of wind swirled around the boulder to her back, and she shivered again, not with chill, but anticipation. Her fate was so very close...
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Kargon Rage-Hoof allowed the wind to flow over his immovable form without challenge, without struggle. His mind was distant, deep in meditation, but something on the wind made his pulse quicken. The mighty minotaur was called “The Ebon Mountain” in his homeland, and he certainly seemed to fit the appellation. When he stood, he loomed tall even among his hulking brethren, a full eight feet, and seemed even taller thanks to the black horns jutting out from his temples, carefully polished to a shine as they curved up and up, the tips just barely beginning to point toward one-another at the ends. He was covered in coal-black fur, from the top of his bullish head to the shaggy locks just above his steel-shod hooves. Every inch of fur but the locks over his hooves was kept neatly trimmed, short enough to emphasize the thick, powerful slabs of granite muscle that were layered on his broad-shouldered frame.
Unlike many of his brethren, he took care in his appearance. Many of the other bulls called it 'womanly', but considering how many cows eagerly awaited the news of his successful vision quest, and by extension, his eligibility for mating, he had to question their logic. Nothing else about Kargon could be called womanly, even by his most envious rivals. He was a mighty warrior who wielded twin hammers as large as a human's head in battle, one massive sledge in each hand. He was a patient and skillful hunter, who never returned to camp empty-handed. He was a calm and competent leader, who had led the clan through many dangerous mountain passes without issue. Since he'd begun his coming of age, he'd proven his strength, his skill, his leadership. Now, he was facing his final rite of passage, his greatest challenge, a vision quest. If he could complete this task, he would be a fully-fledged adult, earn the last portion of his name, and officially become the heir to his father's seat as chief.
It had been nearly six moons since his father Kargonrath had sent him out on the traditional vision quest, the Grand Journey. He'd left his homeland in the Dragon Peaks the very day he came of age, eager to earn his place in the clan. He longed to return to his homeland, finding these eastern lands inhospitable to his people, but undergoing the Grand Journey was a sacred oath. He'd sworn on his blood to walk the lands until he'd received a vision from the spirits, until he had been granted the wisdom needed to lead his people into the future. But with each passing moon that the vision did not come, his homecoming seemed all the more distant.
After failing to receive a vision on his own for some moons, he had ultimately decided that he would need the wisdom of a mentor to open himself to the spirits. Hearing tales of a dragon in the region, he knew he'd found what he needed. There were no beings older or wiser than the immortal dragons, after all. The mountain had proved no challenge to the bull, accustomed to the ragged stone slopes of the Dragon Peaks, and he supplicated himself to the ancient one in hopes of finally finding his vision. The ruby ancient known in the tongue of dragons as 'She Who Has Seen Truth, Keeper Of The Candle Of Knowledge, Guardian Of One Thousand Secrets, Teacher Of Kings, Font of Endless Wisdom', or more simply, She Who Has Seen Truth, had taken him under her wing as a student.
She had been exceptionally patient with the young bull as she taught him the art of meditation, despite his sometimes slow progress. He often found himself distracted by his more primal drives. As hard as he tried to clear his mind of thought and open himself the to the spirit realm, to allow the divine into his mind to share their wisdom, the truth of the matter was simple. He was a young adult, the equivalent of a teenager at the end of the long, arduous process known as puberty. His blood swam with oceans of hormones, his every heartbeat flooding his mind with the primal urge to mate. By tradition, as the chief's son, he'd been kept from release his entire life thus far. The intent was to ensure the future leader would be able to focus his mind on learning the tasks of leading his people. But now he struggled with his meditations as his every instinct screamed at him to mate.
A new gust of wind washed over him, running through his dark fur, over his sculpted muscles. His golden eyes snapped open wide, his trance broken. All through the day, his meditations had been growing shallower and shallower with each breath of wind. He tried to force through the distractions, to clear his mind of all thought. But then a fresh breeze would roll over him, and something borne on that wind would make his body respond, his pulse quicken, his urges return, even stronger than before. He could scarcely make out a smell at all first, but his body responded nonetheless. But as time wore on, a mysterious odor began to accompany the response. Each time it grew stronger, but still he could not place it. The timing of this distraction was particularly unfortunate, as his teacher had departed early in the day to descend to the lowlands to hunt and return with supplies to refill their stockpile, and he couldn't turn to her wisdom for aid. And this time, the smell was overpoweringly strong.
The scent lingered, and at first he tried to force his response down as he had before, but a new thought arose, a temptation that he found himself rationalizing. Perhaps it would be wise to investigate the smell. He knew, logically, that this would not help, but the rationalization continued. If the smell grew stronger, there would be no way to concentrate at all, and if he found the source, he could just... remove it. He knew he was lying to himself about his intentions, but he couldn't muster the willpower to stop himself as he pushed himself up this steel-shod hooves. He moved to the edge of the smaller plateau and looked out at the wider expanse, sniffing curiously.
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Excellia slid from her cover behind the dark boulder and darted across the gray stone to dive behind the next, moving closer, step by step, toward the central plateau. She had to move carefully, lest she be seen by the dragon and have it take off, flying away to deny her her destiny. All she had to do was make the approach, get one good strike on the dragon, lick her blade and swallow, and make her escape. It sounded simple, but she could feel her pulse quickening with anticipation of the conflict to come. She reached over a shoulder, unhooking the straps keeping her weapon in place and bringing it out. She twisted her hands on the red leather of the handle,the friction tightening her grasp as she looked at the gleaming steel blade. Her fate awaited on that rise...
Kargon crept among the boulders scattered across the plateau, sniffing at the air as he moved as stealthily as such an enormous minotaur could. the smell was so close now, he could practically taste it on the air. The scent was oddly pleasant, an alluring fragrance that filled him with a new, unfamiliar desire. He felt a strange haze filling his mind as the smell permeated his mind, making his thoughts sluggish. He soon came to a particularly large boulder, and craned his head around it, eyes falling upon a stranger. For an instant he blinked, confused, then his face contorted into a furious snarl. He let out a booming, thunderous voice as he bellowed forth an accusation of “INTRUDER!”
The sudden bellow made Excellia’s train of thought derail as she glanced to the source of it, the sheer force of the cry resonating in her chest. Her body froze with fear as she looked up the the figure that loomed over her. It was enormous, its dark color and the sun behind it making it into little more than an almost-demonic silhouette, it’s massive, muscular frame and tall, curved horns serving to complete the image. She felt her heart thundering in her chest with surprise and fear as she found herself momentarily marveling at the titanic muscles of the fearsome figure. She brought her axe up between them instinctively.
As Kargon’s eyes fell upon the blade, his rage redoubled, and he snarled. “No, ASSASSIN!” He corrected his previous accusation. He could smell that unexpected scent on this woman, she was clearly the source, but his desire was almost quenched by the realization of what she was. A would-be dragon-slayer. Some to slay his teacher, no doubt, to end a life that has lasted for thousands of years, all for the sake of some pathetic material trophy! All the invaluable wisdom of the ancient ones, she would destroy it all, for the sake of some meager trophy to prove her ‘honor’ and satisfy her greed. Adrenaline rushed into his bloodstream, the battle-fury of his ancestors blending with his hormones, his primal drives, and swiftly pushing him past the edge of reason.
The monster before her bellowed a third time, this time wordless with fury, the roar of anger washing over her as she braced herself for combat, just in time for the minotaur to charge. She didn’t know what the monster was doing her, or what it was accusing her of, but she would not be denied her fate, not when it was so close. She rushed forth to meet her opponent, raising her axe high overhead, and let loose a terrifying amazonian war-whoop as she brought the biting blade down in a mighty chop.
Kargon was an elite warrior of the minotaurs, more than two feet taller than this female, and easily more than four times her weight, in the depths of an ancestral battle-fury. Even unarmed, he was more than a match for the human female. As she brought her axe down in a reckless swing, he dug his hoof into the stone and pushed off, lunging suddenly forward and to the side in mid-charge. His massive arm came up, meeting the haft of the steely blade and deflecting it to the side. In the same motion, his other arm came up. His training dictated his strike be a powerful fist delivered up into the belly, to drive the air from his opponent’s lungs and put them at a disadvantage. But he found himself unwilling to make the blow, instead grasping at her with a huge hand.
The amazonian warrior was not expecting her opponent to be skillful as well as large, but she was too quick to let herself get caught so easily. She spun on the ball of her foot, slipping from his grasp as she leapt two quick steps, back and away from her looming opponent, recovering quickly from her wild miss as she got a little distance between the two of them. He was a capable warrior, certainly, she had expected little more than a lumbering brute who would be easy prey for a skillful warrior, but now she would have to be more careful… She felt the could hardness of a boulder against her back and her mind froze. Not good.
The minotaur didn’t pass up the opportunity presented by his trapped opponent. He squared off in front of the redhead, swiftly closing the distance with long strides until he was just outside her weapon’s reach, mighty arms raised to either side to broaden his reach. With the boulder behind her, and him in front of her, he knew she had few options to get away, and each time she would shift to make a move toward one side or another, he would move to counter. Slowly he crept closer and closer, shuffling forward on the gray stone underhoof. The smell of the bronze-skinned woman was filling his mind with a fog of desire, clouding his rational thought. He felt his loincloth growing tighter still as his body reacted.
This was definitely not good. In fact, it was looking bad. Excellia cursed herself for failing to pay attention to her environment, that was a novice’s mistake, she should have known better. And now she was trapped like a rat as her opponent cut off her possibilities of escape as he closed in. A novice mistake that may have cost her her life. She needed some distance, and shifted her grip on the axe down, giving a warding swing, a wide sweep across with the blade at chest-height. It wasn’t aimed to hit, just to get him to back off enough for her to have room to move. The looming, coal-furred bull barely managed to avoid the swing, pulling his hips back quickly. But as she prepared to bolt, there was a tearing sound, and she couldn’t help but look… Her eyes widened as her jaw dropped in shock.
Apparently the new nick on the fabric, combined with the sudden movement and the increasing tightness, was simply too much for Kargon’s loincloth to take. The fabric ripped and fell away, his mammoth endowment spilling out. Still only starting to stir from it’s slumber, the thick tube of jet-black flesh hung down between his knees, a full two feet in length and thick as a man’s wrist. It was marbled all over with bulging veins that throbbed with his heartbeat as they fed more and more blood to the beastly club as it continued to grow longer and thicker, the wide mushroom head swinging hypnotically, as large as her fist. It hung in front of two equally impressive treasures, a pair of titanic orbs, massive balls each the size of a ripe melon, and sloshing with gallons of never-unleashed bull-seed.
Excellia gaped at the sight. She’d never seen such a member before. Or really, any member, but she’d heard descriptions from her sisters. They has said such things were small, complaining no males had been large enough to escape their fists. Admittedly, her sisters were larger than most, but this… this fleshy tube could have easily accommodated both of them together, and it still grew before her eyes. She felt something deep in her belly squeeze as she stared, her breath turning into panting.
Kargon wasn’t quite as distracted as the hypnotized woman before him, though her scent was rather intoxicating. He lunged forth, a huge hand closing on the haft of her axe that hung loose in her grasp, and tore it away, casting is aside as he loomed over her. She had no chance of escape now, and she flattened herself to the rock before his eyes as he closed in. He reached out for her, massive hands gripping her by the shoulders and pinning her arms to her sides. The smell… his mind was filled with a fog of lust and anger, barely any space left for thought.
Excellia snapped out of her trance when the weapon was pulled from her grasp and discarded. She looked in fear and horror to the massive male looming over her. When his massive hands took hold of her arms, she found her voice. “How… How DARE! How dare you touch me! Filthy male! I am amazonian royalty!” She snapped with furious indignation. The last male to lay hands on her without her permission had found his hand broken. Males were inferior creatures, to be used and discarded with the same regard one gave tools. This stupid beast was not worthy to lay hands upon her body! But behind her initial reaction, his touch made her heart quicken with fear and… anticipation? She could feel the immense strength in his sculpted limbs. She could only respect such strength. It would be simple for such a powerful male to… What was she thinking about!? This was all wrong, this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She thrashed wildly against his iron grasp, but she couldn’t even budge so much as a finger.
Kargon wasn’t sure what he was doing anymore. Instinct had entirely taken over his mind. Her words were little more than noise to his ears, but he found his eyes drawn to her lips as they moved to spit her fury at him. There was something… oddly alluring about them. He’d heard the older bulls talk in the sweat caves, talking about their mated cows, the things they did with their mouths to please their bulls. He found himself imagining her lips stretched around his ebon shaft, and a moment later found himself pushing the self-proclaimed amazon down with irresistible force.
Excellia’s legs strained to push against his insistent limbs, but her muscles were no match for the power of the mountainous minotaur. What was he planning to do with her? Her knees hit the stone and she resorted to thrashing her upper body, whipping her head this way and that until her crimson locks were thrown into a wild mane. She had to get away, get some distance, get her axe back, get back into the fight… But then movement in front of her caught her eyes and when she glanced to see what was happening, she could only gape in awe and fear. The monstrous club of flesh was beginning to lift itself, struggling under its own immense weight as it rose, towering over the trapped redhead. She swallowed as she cast her eyes up to the still-growing mushroom head, something deep inside her belly squeezing once again. The motion of swallowing suddenly called to mind the goblin’s warnings, and her eyes went wide. She had to escape, NOW!
The ebon mountain was every bit as immovable as his appellation would suggest, even when her struggles renewed. The haze of lust was now a thick blanket that smothered his rational mind. Releasing one shoulder, he immediately moved his hand up, taking hold of a mighty fistful of wavy, crimson locks, wrapping them around his hand until his knuckles touched her skull, giving him a firm handle by which to direct her head. Vaguely he thought such hair was impractical for combat, but at the moment, he was grateful for the grip it offered as he aimed her face directly forward.
When her arm was freed, she immediately began to move, to try and escape, but then his hand took hold of her hair, making her every movement threaten to rip the crimson strands from her scalp. she was really trapped now, it seemed. Still, she refused to give up, and immediately tried to use her free arm to try his fingers off her other shoulder, even as the mighty bull used his handhold to steer her face up. She glared up at his golden eyes, but found her view obscured by the immense, pulsing shaft that bobbed with his pulse, thick and powerful and hard as a rock… The twitch inside her came once again, harder, and an odd sensation arose between her thighs. ...Wetness?
As Kargon’s fearsome bull-cock grew to its full hardness, he had no choice but to release her other shoulder to take hold of his massive shaft. It was simply too hard, making impossible to steer the monolithic member without a hand on it. The thickly-veined shaft pulsed angrily now, fully hard and as big around as a man’s fist, a full yard of beefy shaft, with a fat head as big an orange that gleamed with a thin sheen of precum. He gripped the beast at midshaft, his huge hand just barely enough to encircle it’s girth, and forced the stubborn meat-club down, aiming it at the amazon’s face. She struggled more with her limbs free, but his grip on her hair kept her head still, which was all he really needed. He pushed his hips forward, steering it to plant that massive head on her lips.
Excellia whimpered. It was not the sort of sound a warrior should make, but the titan pushed against her lips seemed simply impossible. It was just too big for what he seemed to be intending. It would break her jaw! She tightly squeezed her lips together, desperately trying to keep the massive shaft out of her mouth. This was all wrong. She was supposed to take a dragon’s blood not the crude meat of some filthy half-animal, no matter how strong he was, or how the musky smell made her head swim with unfamiliar desires, or how the heat of his head made her lips tingle with an electric buzz, or how oddly sweet his sticky precum tasted on her lips… The amazon whimpered again as the fat head ground against her tightly-squeezed lips.
Kargon grumpled impatiently, deep in his chest. His frustration grew swiftly as she kept her lips sealed tight, despite his grinding hips. His instincts demanded entry, even if her lips on his head felt pretty good on their own. Unable to wait any longer, he had to resort to more direct methods. His hand released his cock, keeping it in place with the pressure on her lips, and reached forward. His hand cupped the amazon’s chin, fingers reaching up around her jaw to squeeze her cheeks with thumb and forefinger the force on her jaws made her part them the tiniest bit to spare her cheeks from bruises, and that was all he needed. His ass flexed, and he pushed, forcing her mouth to open before his fat tip.
The taste on Excellia’s tongue made her mind whirl with the intense, masculine flavor. She wanted to be disgusted by the filthy half-beast cock of the crude male looming over her… But goddess, it was delicious. It was salty and sweet and masculine and so very strong, the moment it touched her tongue it overwhelmed her senses. She couldn’t resist the flavor, the smell… the immense head forced her jaws apart, wider and wider, wider than she thought possible, and she could do nothing but lash her tongue over the invading shaft hungrily. She heard a tiny moan, and realized she had made it. What was happening to her?
The immense minotaur let out an appreciative groan at the amazon’s oral efforts, but he was not to be satisfied with just the touch of her tongue. There was almost three feet of fat, throbbing shaft that was yet-unsucked, and he had to fix that. His hands shifted, abandoning their previous positions to take hold of the human’s head between them, holding it immobile between his huge hands. He looked down the the human woman before her, his golden eyes looking into hers as she kneeled, her lips stretched wide by his inhuman cock.
As Excellia looked up into the minotaur’s eyes, she somehow knew what was coming, even before his limbs began to move, powerful muscles flexing as they pulled her head inexorably forward. Her eyes widened, fear evident in them. Her mouth was already open further than seemed possible, this immense cock was going to break her jaw! But there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wasn’t even really sure she wanted to. Her hands slid down her body without her consent, delving between her thighs to grind the crotch of her loincloth into her slit as it burned with need. She found herself wondering if the meaty shaft sliding down her throat would be enough to trigger the potion’s effect. But that was impossible, right? It would never be able to fit… but then, she’d thought that about her mouth, too… As she lips burned with the strain of stretching around the gleaming head, she found her hands moving faster. It felt… good?
Kargon’s powerful muscles bulged and pulsed with the immense power contained within as he slowly, slowly pulled the woman’s face further and further down on his shaft. Suddenly, there was a popping sensation and he groaned with pleasure. Her lips had stretched to engulf the entire head, the sheer girth of the swollen knob making her cheeks balloon outward. He could feel the entrance to her throat on the very tip of his shaft, his immense cockhead filling her mouth to the limit and beyond. He groaned once again as he felt her tongue squirm on the underside of his head. He couldn’t stop here. He looked down the kneeling human with an almost apologetic look as his mighty arms flexed once more.
Excellia might have bit down on the invading shaft, if she’d believed it would have done anything to stop the beastly cock invading her mouth. But it was unstoppable, just too damn big to fight. The tip was nosing at her throat eagerly, while her lips were stretched into an almost-invisible band around the thick, veiny shaft as it pushed into her slowly. She gasped for breath through her nose, each breath filled with the primal pheromones of the beast-man. she felt the bulbous head begin to push at her throat in earnest, demanding entrance, and she let out a whimper around the girth.
Kargon’s beefy slabs of muscle bulged with tremendous power as he urged her down, forcing her lips to take more and more of his shaft. He could feel the contours of her cheeks on the ridge of his cockhead as he pushed past them toward her throat. There was a spark of concern for the woman in the back of his mind, a candle-flame that flickered against the smothering blanket of lust and instinct drowning his mind. Their combined forces had but one simple demand: MORE. He felt the tight entrance of her throat, seemingly impossibly small, as it began to stretch around the head. He groaned out with amazement and pleasure as he pulled her down and felt that little entrance opening slowly but smoothly around the invader.
Excellia wasn’t sure what was happening to her anymore. Her conscious mind was rapidly drowning in a flood of lust, the scent of this supremely masculine bull-man triggering some primal response from her. It was so exotic, too exotic, too strong, her nose burned with its intensity, it wasn’t meant for her kind, but that just made it all the more potent. She could feel her throat being violated, could feel each band of muscle stretch around the shaft, could even feel her throat bulge out grotesquely… but there was no pain. No gagging. No violent spasms of revulsion. Maybe the potion had something to do with it, she thought, vaguely, but that seemed unlikely. No, this seemed… somehow natural. Like some secret function of the female body, only revealed when in the service of a truly superior cock. Her hands, now totally free, should have been doing something to oppose the invasion, but they seemed to be possessed by some independent drive, one grinding the heel of her palm into the fabric over her now-soaked slit, while the other forcefully kneaded her shapely tit through her clothes. The traitorous limbs provoked waves of pleasure that rolled through her body, clashing into each other and with those from her stretched throat until her entire body was afire with pleasure.
Kargon’s groaned deep in his chest with pleasure, the deep rumbling from the ebon mountain sounding like some distant rockslide. The sensations washing over him as he forced his way down her throat were incredibly intense. He could feel the tight, gripping tunnel reshaping to accommodate his immense size, somehow. He didn’t know what was making this possible, but he was immensely grateful to it. The pleasure was simply indescribable. He had to have more. The last restraining fears for her safety were cast aside, and he pushed his hips forward a he pulled her to meet them, driving more cock down her throat, faster than before. He marveled as she passed each milestone, his shaft smoothly claiming inch after inch. A whole foot of cock. Halfway down. Two feet! Closer… Closer... Almost...
Excellia’s orgasm hit her suddenly, like a fist in the belly, the very moment her nose pressed into the coal-black fur of the minotaur’s granite abs. Her body locked up as intense pleasure exploded deep in her stomach, burning up her her spine and out, spreading along every nerve in her body. As soon as the inferno of searing white pleasure consumed her entire body, the shockwave struck her mind, her eyes rolling skyward as it filled her brain, one final realization burned into her thoughts. She was coming from getting throat-fucked! Her body trembled in the grip of the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced as every muscle fired at once. She would have screamed if the titanic shaft hadn’t plugged her airway already. She could feel the pulsing head deep within her, reaching what had to be her stomach, it was so deep! Every inch of her had been claimed by this shaft, by this monstrous bull, it was like she’d been turned into nothing but a cock-sleeve for his fat bull cock. She could feel his fur on her nose, his heavy sack on her chin, his titanic cum-tanks swinging low with their heavy burden of seed.
Kargon groaned once again, feeling the human’s throat undulating around his unyielding phallus as she came hard. It was an incredible sensation, an impossible sensation, and it was so damn good. He’d hilted in the tiny woman’s mouth, and she’d cum from it. He held himself there for a long moment as she wiggled and shivered on his shaft, enjoying the sensations the impaled amazon provided as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her body. It was absolutely amazing… but he wasn’t satisfied yet. He needed more.
Excellia’s eyes widened slightly as she felt the bull-cock reverse direction and slowly drag the flared head over the walls of her throat as it continued to tremble with list. Each departing inch provoked new shivers of lust, she could feel the profile of his thick, bulging veins as they slid slowly from her stretched lips. Was… was he done? Was he finished with her mouth? She was shocked to find the idea disappointing. Her head was still held immobile by the iron grasp of the minotaur’s powerful hands, and the sheer thickness made it impossible for her to stop her lips from gripping tight at the retreating shaft as though she longed for it to stay, cheeks gripping at the shaft with the suction. She didn’t really want to suck hungrily at the fat, ebony cock, she told herself, she didn’t want it to thrust back into her throat over and over again, she didn’t want it to make her come until she couldn’t stand. She realized she was squirming her tongue over the bulging cum-channel along the bottom of his shaft, and simultaneously realized she didn’t want to stop.
Kargon’s fat knob once more emerged from her gripping throat, pulling into her mouth, allowing her to desperately suck in a fresh lungful of air. Her lips and tongue worked wordlessly to please him as he looked down to meet her eyes. With the ability to breathe freely again, each exhalation came out in a whimper or a moan as her tongue lavished loving licks over his knob, lapping at the slit for every taste of pre-cum she could get. Every inch of his black shaft glistened and gleamed with her drool. Were all human females this whorish? He had a hard time believing it possible, their men would never be able to get anything done. This woman was clearly special. Fate had something other than warrior in mind for her, it seemed, she was much better suited to her current role. Slut. She was perfect for it. He wouldn’t mind playing into fate’s designs for the moment.
As Excellia felt a familiar pull on her skull, she instinctively pulled a deep breath into her lungs, the blanket of lust in her mind growing heavier as she inhaled the heady mix of his powerful musk and her own drool, smothering her thoughts beneath it. It was so lewd, so wrong. She should be allowing some male, some subhuman male at that, to use her like this. But as the head began to push at her throat once more, she tipped her chin up as best she could, to open herself to the invading cock. But her thoughts were soon silenced by the voice of something deep inside her, something that craved his fat shaft filling her up, craved more of the delicious cock-juice it produced, craved everything about the beastly dick.
Kargon began to drive his hips forward in earnest as he entered her throat again. He knew she could take it now, there was no need to hesitate. He plowed into her throat with a long, smooth, steady stroke, driving through the resistance with his undeniable strength until once again her lips reached the very root of his bull-cock. But this time, he didn’t stop there. He once again began to drag his cock from her throat, her lips again sucking lewdly at his length as he pulled out in a steady, smooth motion. his head slipped from her throat again, filling her mouth once more, and she sucked in a new breath with a moan. again, he pushed forward, now holding her head still as he moved his hips. Again. Again. Again. Faster and faster. Soon he was fucking her face like it was nothing more than a sex toy, sawing in and out her lips with long, fast, smooth strokes, his gallon-sized cum-canisters swinging back and forth with his movements.
Excellia quickly found a workable rhythm in the forceful face-fuck. Each time his mammoth cokhead returned to her mouth, she took the opportunity to trade out a stale breath for a fresh one and steal another taste of his sticky, sweet precum. Each time it drove into her throat once again, she ground her hand against the soaked fabric of her loin-cloth. Each time it dragged back, she savored the sensations from deep inside her. The seemingly-endless mouth-fuck was blurring together into a continuum of pleasure, she couldn’t keep track of time, she could barely keep count of the orgasms that rocked her body over and over, making her tremble and moan with lust as he ravaged her well-fucked throat. She could feel her core gripping, spasming with each powerful climax, her dripping slit desperately in need of the experience her throat was enjoying. Deep inside, she was frightened by this new side of her, this powerful, primal hunger for debauchery that was awakening under the touch of this beast. But another powerful climax struck her and the thought was forgotten under the pleasure.
Kargon’s mighty chest rumbled with groans and moans of pleasure, punctuated by grunts of exertion as he used the human slut’s mouth for his pleasure. His mountainous, muscular figure gleamed with sweat in the light of the setting sun. He drove his hips forward over and over, his muscles straining with effort each time he drove his mighty, meaty member into the amazon’s throat like a piston. How long had it been? Time was all but meaningless to him as the pleasure of her lips and throat filled his mind. He’d been too focused on holding back, hoping to enjoy the intense sensation as long as possible. He could feel his efforts faltering, feel the oceans of pent-up seed boiling in his melon-sized balls, he could feel a threshold he’d never crossed before in his mind. His steely shaft bucked and jumped, trapped in the amazon’s throat as he pumped relentlessly. His pace only accelerated as the precipice approached, the point of no return coming closer and closer as he barreled toward it, unable to stop, even if he’d desired it.
The amazon felt the minotaur’s pace change, felt the mammoth meat buck inside her mouth, and she let out a whimper. He was fucking her lips so hard… It probably should have hurt, but there was only more pleasure. She struggled to keep up with this new pace, gasping for new breaths, her hand grinding into her dripping loincloth constantly now. She felt a familiar tension building in her core, like a spring coiled tight and ready to release, or a balloon inflating to its very limits. She moaned around the invading shaft. She could feel something happening, something new. She didn’t know what, but something inside her did. It knew, and she felt a warm assurance, a certainty, emanating from her core. Somehow, she knew it would be… indescribable.
Kargon’s hips bucked forward suddenly, uncontrollably, driven by primal instinct. He drove into her to the hilt, pressing his hips to her tightly-stretched lips. His thundering heartbeat made each vein throb against her gripping lips and the walls of her throat, mighty cock jumping with his pulse. His heavy spheres were lifted, despite their immense weight, pulling tight to his body as he felt her chin on them. The pleasure of his first climax seared through his every nerve. He rolled his head back, lifting his gaze skyward as he unleashed a primal roar of pleasure, a bellowing call that echoed through the mountains, announcing his triumph as his release came. As soon as the signal came, gallons of thick, potent seed eagerly flooded out of his titanic balls, coursing up the length of his bugling cum-channel. The sheer volume of backed-up cream made the journey a challenge, her lips and throat that had already stretched well beyond their limit were made to strain even further as the cream surged through the resistance. His cockhead pulsed in the human’s belly once, twice, the third surging throb finally blasting forth his searing cream, a great gout of ball-batter, thick as honey and with the force of a geyser.
Excellia came the very instant that first volley struck her belly. She would have screamed with pleasure were it not for the supreme bull-cock plugging her mouth. Instead, she merely trembled, impaled on the throbbing shaft as her eyes rolled back. Each salvo of seed sizzled in her stomach, hot and thick, each new blast striking with such force it made her pleasure crescendo once more. Each shot would have been enough to fill a pint glass, but she’d never been so desperate for the contents of a pint glass. Her throat worked around the iron shaft ceaselessly, swallowing around the ebony pole as it pumped her belly full with his immense load. It seemed to go on forever, and her belly was stoon stuffed with a sea of salty spunk. Even as the spurts tapered off, she kept her throat working despite the burning in her lungs as they screamed for air.
Kargon’s climax at an end, he slowly, reluctantly began to pull his still-hard shaft from the human’s mouth. Up, out of her throat it came, and she desperately panted for air as his cockhead filled her mouth again, a familiar sensation. But this time, he didn’t stop there, and pulled back further. Her lips strained as the flared head tried to depart, the suction pulling a drop of cream from his cock and onto her tongue. He watched as her eyes, which had been left hazy and distant with lust, suddenly focused once more. As the ridge of his cock finally popped free of her lips, the very tip all that remained in her thoroughly-abused mouth, her hands came up suddenly, reaching forward, and taking hold of his shaft around the base in a two-handed grip. Her slender fingers were barely able to fully encircle his girth, thumbs pressed into the bulging cum-channel. He froze, uncertain of what was going on, and could only watch in amazement as those hands slid up his slit-slick shaft inch by inch, thumbs tight on his cum-tube, eagerly milking every last drop of bull-seed from the yard-long cock directly into her mouth, until her cheeks bulged with the strain of containing the creamy harvest, her lips finally pulling off his cockhead when her thumbs reached the ridge.
Excellia hummed with pleasure as she swirled her tongue though the mouthful of minotaur seed in her mouth. The taste! His clear cock-juice had been delicious, but this… This was intoxicating. It was addictive. It was the best thing she’d ever tasted, and she savored every drop, letting it bathe her every taste bud in its musky flavor. It was so good… But her reverie was interrupted by a moment of clarity. She didn’t feel anything changing. The potion. She strained to remember just what the goblin had told her about it, tho think through the lingering haze of a dozen orgasms. However it worked, though, the minotaur hadn’t triggered it yet. She was lucky to avoid it, she had to admit. His precum, his mighty shaft, and the ocean of seed in her belly hadn’t started the change. The goblin had mentioned swallowing. If that was what did it, her original plan might still be able to work! She just had to not swallow anything else. She would have to spit her current mouthful to be safe. She definitely couldn’t swallow it. She absolutely couldn’t swallow down the thick, hot, delicious cum she was swirling around her mouth like a wanton whore. She certainly couldn’t tip her head back, take a big gulp, and let the honey-thick cream slide down her throat to join the gallons in her belly. She really should stop stirring the salty spunk with her tongue and savoring the potent flavor of the beastly bull’s ball-batter. But then again… was minotaur really all that bad?
Kargon watched with obvious lust as the human sloshed his cum on her tongue for what seemed like ages. Her face was pained, hesitant, before finally, she tipped her head back and he saw her throat, now returned to normal after the inhuman strain from moments ago, bob as she gulped, once, twice, three times, before her mouth was finally empty. His cock was steely-hard as ever after such a show, and he stepped toward her, eager to continue, when she suddenly let loose what sounded like a pained whimper. The human fell back against the granite boulder to her back, shifting as she changed positions, her knees coming up off the stone, only to spread apart before him. Her hand once more went to work betwen her bronze thighs as it ground against the wet patch of her loincloth. Her voice began to moan as her body suddenly… wavered. Something supernatural was at work, that much he could tell, but he could only watch as it began to take effect.
Excellia whimpered as every inch of her skin swiftly grew burning hot. It wasn’t just hot, it was sensitive, too. Her entire body was like a single erogenous zone. Every delicate kiss of the breeze, every rough scrape of the rock on her back, it was all pleasure to her, and her moans grew louder, her shame abandoned for the delicious lust that overtook her body. She felt her body changing deep inside. she could feel her joints pop and shift, she could even feel bones grinding on each other as they rearranged themselves. It should have been agonizing. But her pleasure mounted as the potion did its work. Her free hand rose to grop at her aching breasts, only to find them larger than before. Soon, she realized they weren’t all that was growing, as the leather straps and bands holding her clothes together began to bite into her bronze skin. She cried out again, the pain sharpening her pleasures as everything grew tighter and tighter. Then, suddenly, there was a sharp, metallic ping, a series of pings, the buckles and straps holding her garments together surrendering to the unstoppable growth and breaking apart under the force. As the transformation came to a close, her garments fell away, revealing her new figure and baring her bronze skin to the breeze.
Kargon gaped at the human as her transformation came to an end, and surveyed the new form of the woman before him. She had been tiny compared to him before, barely chest-height. Now, had she stood, she would have easily reached his chin, perhaps a bit taller than seven feet. Her figure had been womanly before, but now, it screamed of sex and power. Her frail human frame had grown with her, her muscles now massive and rock-hard, their power obvious. Her wider hips gave her a thick, perfectly heart-shaped ass that somehow seemed perfectly appropriate with her powerful, muscular thighs, and tapered down to a deliciously curvy waist with hard abs. Her modest breasts had grown from handfuls into massive, gravity-defying orbs of flesh larger than her head, capped with large, dusky-brown nipples that begged to be sucked. From out of her wavy crimson hair a pair of short, curving horns merged, pointing skyward, and underneath her, he could see a long, slender tail tipped in a tuft of crimson hair that swayed back and forth. Finally, as she drove her fingers into her now-exposed pussy, he saw an image appear on her abs, fading into place on her abs. It was an odd symbol, a deep red circle, with a crescent shape atop it, making it look like it had horns. But despite its oddity, he could hardly pay attention to it when the remainder of her lusty, writhing form was so alluring. His mighty shaft pulsed with desire for the transformed human.
Her eyes snapped open as the transformation came to a close, her sensitivity returning to normal but the gnawing need deep in her core remaining just the same. Her loins couldn’t be satisfied with fingers alone, they couldn’t reach deep enough to scratch the itch deep in her core. She snarled with frustration as she settled for strumming her clit with her fingers, her powerful thighs spread wide, invitingly, her free hand reaching up to knead one fleshy, sensitive tit. Her eyes locked onto the bull’s golden orbs, her lust and passion smoldering in her gaze. “What are you waiting for, you bull-dicked bastard, get over here and FUCK ME!” She commanded, bracing herself against the boulder.
There was a flash behind Kargon’s eyes, and for an instant, he was elsewhere. He stood in a lavish hall, crimson and gold decorations all around, strung between mighty pillars. Before him, an opulent, gleaming throne sat, occupied by the woman who had been before him an instant ago, but… different. She was a little older, a little more mature. She was naked, but for golden jewelry and a thin sheen of oil over her bronze, making her luscious figure shimmer in the soft light. Her iron muscles had softened into soft, welcoming curves. Her crimson hair was now tipped with gold, and her plush, gold-painted lips gleamed with a wicked grin. Her belly was pushed out, swollen with a truly enormous pregnancy, but her bearing of new life did nothing to mute the raw sexuality of the figure before him. She looked expectant, and he felt himself begin to reply. But before he could produce the words, he was back on the plateau. He felt the words pass his lips as the barest whisper before her could stop himself. “Yes my queen…”
Excellia arched a brow at the bull’s hesitation. She was almost curious enough to inquire about his mutterings, but her burning lust would not be denied, and would brook no delays. Her hands continued their movements, struggling to bring a measure of relief to their owner as her curvaceous, muscular form undulated with desire. She needed more than her hands, she needed something better than fingers, and there was only one who could satisfy her needs at the moment. She gave a pleading whimper, and the coal-furred stud seemed to snap out of his reverie. His hulking, muscular looked over her, his wrought-iron shaft throbbing with his desire for her. She could scarcely wait.
While his vision might have been enchanting, and the implications of completing his vision quest were enormous, Kargon was not about to let it distract him from the present. There was a human slut before him, clearly in need of a demonstration of the superiority of minotaur cock. He reached down, hooking his enormous hands under the amazon’s powerful, bronze thighs, and lifted, hauling her up off the ground and pinning her back against the side of the standing boulder, and aiming his fearsome cock directly at her dripping, virgin slit. Her generous rear braced against the unyielding stone as he lined himself up against her hole, fat head nosing into her juicy lips as he sought her entrance.
Excellia was not feeling particularly patient at the moment. Her hands abandoned their task of self-pleasure for new tasks. One reached forward to grip the bull’s thick shaft, her fingers encircling the rod just behind the orange-sized crown and aiming it directly to the entrance of her hole. Her other hand reached back, bracing on the stone, nails raking over the rock as she gripped at it. He gave a growl of impatience and bucked her hips, pushing off the rock, and ground her slit onto that fat head. Ever at her new stature, such a cock was no easy challenge. Her growl became a lusty moan as she felt the helmeted shape spread her lips wide, stretching her open around it. The sensations were delicious, but the challenge seemed too great, her washboard abs trembling as she strained to push herself down over the knob.
Kargon grunted, the tightly-gripping hole squeezing at his cockhead was incredible. The amazon’s eagerness had surprised him, but it only served to spur him on, to drive him to greater heights of lust. He took a half-step forward, planting his iron-shod hoof on the stone below for better leverage. His granite muscles rippled, straining as he slammed his hips forward mercilessly. His ebony spear, still gleaming with her saliva, drove deep into her gripping slit, impaling her deep on the invader. He could feel her walls strain around his mammoth meat as he bored through her resistances, stuffing more and more shaft into her virgin slit, feeding it in inch by inch. He groaned with pleasure, the sensations of his first fuck burning into his mind for ages to come, her own cry of pleasure mingling with his.
She’d expected pain. She could have braced herself for pain. But there was no defense against the raw, undiluted pleasure that overwhelmed her body when the bull’s beefy shaft penetrated her. It rolled out from her slit like a shockwave, making her body sing, forcing an exultant cry of lust from her lungs. It was incredible. Fingers were no comparison to the mighty shaft driving through her clenching, gripping tunnel. She could feel the minotaur’s progress as he drilled his manhood deeper and deeper into her. She could feel his thickness, she could feel every ripple of flesh that rolled through her slit, every crease of flesh deep inside her that stretched tight to accommodate his immense size. The flared knob was already nearly a foot inside her, and she could scarcely imagine what it would feel like when he managed to stuff the entire yard of cock into her needy slit. She could hardly believe it possible, but she knew deep inside that she needed it. She bucked her hips forward off the rock, passing the one-foot park as her eyes locked onto the minotaur’s, urging him on wordlessly.
The ebon mountain’s granite shaft pushed relentlessly forward. His powerful muscles bulged and strained with the force required to stretch the human slut enough to service his meaty pole. Her body struggled against him, despite her eagerness, instinctively bearing down upon the stiff invader and trying to force it out. But her efforts failed to do anything but further pleasure his brutal cock, her muscles squeezing tight and undulating upon the conquering cock. As fully half his beefy log disappeared into the amazon’s slit, he paused, letting out a groan. He savored the sensation of his shaft lodged deep within her as he took the chance to shift his hooves on the stone below, bracing himself in a new position, ready to push deeper.
Excellia writhed with sensation as the beastly staff drove into her, each passing inch forcibly reshaping her quivering cunt. The sensations crashed over her in waves, radiating from her core through her entire body. She glanced down, through the valley formed by her immense, wobbling cow-tits, and could see her iron-hard, sculpted abs distended by the fearsome shaft invading her body. She let loose a long, lusty moan, the erotic sight filling her mind with obscene thoughts as she threw her head back to cry out to the heavens. she knew she would never again be ‘normal’ after this, that she was forever changed by the touch of tremendous bull-cock. She couldn’t be satisfied by pathetic human men. Even the mightiest among them paled in comparison to the superior bull conquering her quim. But suddenly, her wavering moan cut off, mouth still open in a silent cry, her eyes widening as she felt a dull impact deep inside her, a bolt of pain racing up her spine.
Kargon didn’t understand what he’d struck, what barrier was keeping him from taking every inch of the human’s pussy. There was something there, something firm. He ground his hips forward, still almost a foot of shaft remaining outside her as the head pushed against the wall, finding it springy but unyielding. Neither of them was experienced or knowledgeable enough to realize he’d met the mouth of her womb, but Kargon was not one to let ignorance stand in his way. He shifted direction, orange-sized head dragging on her innermost walls as he pulled back from the mysterious obstruction, thick fingers gripping tight on her fleshy rear to hold her steady. His hoof scraped on the stone as he shifted it to a new bracing, and he gave an angry huff as he prepared himself. Then he charged, throwing his immense body forward to impale the human with all his weight.
Excellia, silent for a long moment with a mixture of pain, pleasure, fear, and anticipation, found her voice once more when the minotaur slammed into the barrier again. A ragged scream, part moan and part howl, poured out of her unbidden. Intense pain and pleasure mixed, blended until they were almost indistinguishable. Her entire body jumped with the immense force of the ferocious impact, her back scraping on the granite behind her, the movement making her enormous tits wobble and bounce. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape, as she felt him pull back once more, flared head igniting every nerve in her over-stretched pussy as it dragged back. Despite its earlier objections, her body shivered and gripped tight around the unstoppable piston, trying to hold it inside, an almost achingly empty void left in its wake.
Kargon lunged forth again, bearing down with his full strength, but again, his brutal battering ram stalled, stopped against the mysterious barrier, the flared crown grinding into it. He snarled with denied desire, his lustful fury growing to dominate his already hazy thoughts. Again, he drew back, and barreled forward, then again, and again, each thrust more powerful than the last. His body glistened with sweat in the crimson light of the setting sun. Rational thought was soon entirely forgotten by the towering juggernaut as he hammered his shaft into the human. He pinned the amazon’s hips to the granite slab, bracing her as his hooves found purchase on a tiny ridge of stone. With unrelenting force, he drove forward and up, shaft slamming into the wall and grinding it there, pushing hard, his muscles strained.
Excellia thrashed her head this way and that, crimson hair once more whipping around her as she moaned, cried, screamed, and groaned, under a constant, unrelenting barrage of sensation too powerful to stand. It ached and thrilled her at the same time, and her hind could hardly keep up. Then she felt something. A tiny, tiny twitch in her core, the barrier giving way the tiniest fraction of an inch. Then it twitched again. Then again. Then her mind exploded with pleasure. The barrier had fallen before the invader, and a full foot of bull-cock had slammed through it in an instant, forcing through into a realm of unprecedented pleasure. She screamed, her voice echoing through the mountains as an orgasm of unprecedented magnitude rocked her body to the core.
Kargon ground his hips against the human’s as he finally hilted himself in her, the experience indescribably magnificent. Her pussy spasmed and rippled with her climax, tightly squeezing and milking at the first two feet of shaft. The barrier, now pierced by his shaft, gripped like a vice around him, so tight it almost hurt. But beyond that, there was a paradise, velvety-soft walls caressed his fat crown, gently squeezing on the bulbous knob. As the woman’s body thrashed and spasmed with her howling climax, her rode it out, groaning with the intense pleasure. His melon-sized cum-factories hung heavy, already full once more, against the bronze-skinned amazon’s ass while he ground his hip-bone against her clit, prolonging her infinity of pleasure. Glancing down, he could see her rippling abs bulging around his shaft, the center of the horned circle on her belly bowed out by his size.
What had seemed to Excellia to be an eternity of endless, burning pleasure was slowly ebbing away, leaving her bronze skin gleaming with sweat as she panted for breath, each breath coming out as a soft moan as aftershocks rolled through her new and improved body. Her bullish mate was still, held into her to the hilt as they both savored the sensations of the penetration. Occasionally his meaty mega-cock would throb, lurching deep inside her, and would draw a fresh moan. Her pleasure soon leveled out, but left her dusky, swollen nipples achingly hard. With a whimper, a hand soon rose from the rock to soothe one diamond-hard nub, only to surprise herself by finding an unexpected wetness.
The mighty minotaur’s eyes snapped open when she gasped softly, and swiftly followed the slender limb to her bountiful chest. His eyes widened when he saw the surprise she had discovered. A gentle trickle of milk leaked from her dusky nipples, forming a tiny rivulet down the side of her heaving chest. His shaft throbbed inside her, prompting another moan from the amazon. He moved swiftly, shifting his grasp from her rear, hooking her knee with his elbow to support her while his meaty paw reached up to take hold of the bronze udder. His thick digits sank into the pillowy flesh as he squeezed, a fine spray pearly liquid fountaining forth. He craned his neck forward, long, rough tongue sliding out of his lips to drag over her soft, smooth tit-flesh, eagerly lapping up the errant stream before rasping over the source, the very tip flicking across the sensitive bud before it retreated to his lips. He lunged forward immediately, his grasp on her tit steering the leaking spout to his lips, and he pulled it between them, eagerly beginning to suck sharply, hungry for her sweet milk.
The amazon moaned softly as the massive bull groped at her milky melons while he sucked hungrily on her sensitive tit. She could feel as he drew the creamy offering out of the reserves within her mounds. Goddess, it felt good. It was a different kind of pleasure, though. She would always crave the screaming, thrashing orgasms that a ravaging bull-cock hammering deep inside her could deliver, this was a different sort of pleasure. It was… warm, and soft, and filled her body with a gentle hum of pleasure and satisfaction. She cooed as the bull sucked, still hilted inside her, and lifted her other hand, fingers beginning to tease her unoccupied nipple, prompting streams of pearly milk to cascade down the slope of her mountainous bronze tit. She let the bull suck, enjoying the new sensation for a long minute, gently cooing and moaning as he licked and nipped at the bud between his lips. It was so very good… but her pussy began to ache with its own needs, the motionless bull-cock teasing her with the promise of more. It seemed the bull needed a little prompting to satisfy her properly. Her hands descended to the stone again, bracing her, and she bucked her hips on his throbbing shaft, biting her lip at the sensation. She looked into his eyes as he pulled off her tit, and grinned wickedly. “Come on, stud, we’re not done yet. Fuck me!” she commanded, rolling her hips lustily against his.
Kargon groaned out softly as her movements made her channel undulate exotically along the iron stiffness of his massive shaft. He ground his hips back against her rolling movements, grinning back to match her eagerness. Releasing his grasp on her milky melon, he took hold of her thigh once more, and began to move. He dragged his hips back, making her shiver with lust, and gasp when the flared ridge tugged against her barrier. then, suddenly, he bucked forward, smalling to the hilt once more. His balls slapped on her round rear as she moaned out again. Again and again he performed this movement, stopping just shy of pulling free of her womb before bucking to the hilt into her once again, each faster than the last. He pounded faster and faster, hammering deep into her deepest parts, his muscular ass flexing, his rippling abs pumping to power this relentless thrusts. His thickness teased every nerve in her pussy at once, his bulbous knob ravaged her sacred depths through her barrier.
Excellia moaned out again, louder this time, as he began to fuck her properly, her hips grinding forward against his each time they met, her heaving, milky orbs jumping and wobbling with each mighty thrust. Under the frenzied assault of his superior bull-cock, she found herself turning her moans into words. It started with a simple cry of “Yessss!” as he ground on her clit, but soon she began to lose control of her words as they poured forth with each crest of pleasure. “Ohh, yesss, so fucking DEEP!” She cried out rolling her head back, eyes squeezed close to better feel every movement of his shaft. “That’s it, stud, FUCK me!” she praised as the monster shaft pounded at the back of her womb. “Faster! HARDER!” She commanded, fingers raking over the granite boulder at her back, thrusting off it to meet another stroke.
The ebon mountain’s lusts grew as his amazonian partner became more vocal. He did as commanded, tightening his grasp and redoubling his efforts, their bodies crashing together in frenzied passion. His iron hooves scraped on the stone below as he put yet more force into his thrust, hammering her newly-transformed body with earth-shaking force. Their bodies both shimmered with sweat, the violent force of their brutal coupling shaking glimmering droplets into the air with each impact. He panted with exertion, huffing hot breaths through his nose as he drove deep into her gripping snatch, slamming his hips against hers time and time again. It didn’t take long for his steel-hard shaft to begin to buck and throb, lodged deep inside her, her barrier gripped tight just behind his enormous knob. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back just a little longer, to prolong the immense pleasure of her recently-virgin pussy.
Excellia’s hips slapped loudly against the minotaur’s as they came together over and over, bodies crashing together in a savage, brutal, primal fuck, the granite boulder behind her wobbling with the sheer force of their clashing bodies. Her enormous tits bounced and jiggled hypnotically as her body undulated against the powerful bull pounding into her. She locked eyes with the bull, her face showing a strange blend of lust and fury. “Come on, big guy, just like that! Mm, yeah, I can feel you bucking deep inside me! You gonna cum? Cum! Come on, don’t hold back, empty those fucking bull-balls into me! Fill up my pussy like you filled my belly! Pump me full of every last drop! Stuff me with your spunk until I’m ready to POP! CUM!” She demanded, her core clenching tight around his meaty pillar to punctuate her commands.
Kargon could soon take no more of her incredible pussy, and he hammered his titanic shaft into the amazon with a note of finality. His cock lurched and jumped widely, planted as deep as it could go, plunged all the way into her womb, and he ground his hips forward as his ass trembled with the inevitable release. He raised his head to the sky and one more let loose a mountain-shaking primal roar of triumph. Her hips rolled lewdly on his, as much as they could while pinned to the stone behind them, milking him eagerly. In an instant, he could feel the familiar rush of heat and pleasure as his balls pulled up tight, gallons of cream boiling up out of the reservoirs to course up, along the thick tube running the length of his fist-thick throbbing shaft. the coursing river of ball-batter hesitated as it encountered the vice-like grip of the amazon’s barrier around his cock, but even her last line of defense proved no match for his unrelenting flood of potent seed. His massive knob flared wide, seated in the very back of her most fertile place, and pulsed, firing forth the first searing volley of bull-cum into her, immediately filling the velvety depths and drowning every inch of the chamber in white-hot seed. As each shot rocketed up his veiny girth, one after another, he watched in amazement as he saw the horned circle on her belly pulse and swell outward with the sheer volume of seed.
Excellia was already cumming when the bull planted himself in her to the hilt, but her pleasure was transmuted by the first volley of potent seed dumped into her waiting, fertile womb. Her mind shut down, drowning in an overload of pleasure, but each jet of hot seed sprayed into her filled her with a new thrill, interrupting her mindless eternity of pleasure with a deep, abiding sense of rightness. It was like this was the most natural thing in the world, that she was meant to do this, that she was fulfilling her destiny. the sensation filled her mind with a warmth, before the burning, endless intensity of pleasure once more drowned her mind. Her body sang with the rightness of it, a long, deep moan of lust pouring from her lips, rising in pitch each time she felt another great gout of bull-cum pump into her womb.
Kargon’s mighty, primal roar of conquest and triumph gradually tapered off, eventually becoming nothing more that a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure and satisfaction, the sound blending with her own pleasured moan. His heavy, churning bull-balls boiled, blasting baby-batter deep into the amazon’s womb, each white-hot jet filling the tiny chamber beyond capacity. Each shot made her womb swell further, making her look well and truly pregnant, her iron-hard abs bowed out by the sheer volume, the sunset-red symbol of the horned circle neatly centered directly on top of her swollen belly. As his climax finally came to an end, he panted, still hilted in her as his thick cream sloshed in her tightly-seamed womb, flowing around his barely-flagging hardness, her tightly-gripping barrier keeping her sealed up tight.
As her own climax began to ebb away, Excellia panted, looking to the minotaur before her with a curious mix of emotions, they crimson of the setting sun rapidly giving way to pinks and purples as it slipped beneath the horizon. Attraction, frustration, gratitude, fear, lust, anger, curiosity, surprise, and even respect, all of them swirled around her mind as she looked him up and down. His powerful, coal-black body dripped with sweat as he panted with exhaustion, his enormous cock still plugging her up, hard as ever. Goddess… he’d certainly obeyed her command, hadn’t he? She could feel the straining sensation as her womb struggled to adapt to its new capacity. He’d filled her with a lifetime’s worth of cum… And yet… She still found herself craving more. Her lips curled into a wicked grin, and she rolled her hips against his. She felt his member twitch inside her and looked into his eyes as he grinned back.
The two of them had the same vague thought as the looked to each other, wondering just how much the other would be able to take. Well… there was one way to find out.
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She Who Has Seen Truth felt the updraft filling her massive, leathery wings, and locked them, her crimson, scaly form rising ponderously on the warm air pushing up the mountainside, the last faint purples of the sunset behind her. She’d left town just in time, it seemed, any later and the air would have been cold, and she’d have had to beat wind all the way up to her roost, an arduous flight, especially when carrying cargo. Clutched between her hayloft-sized foreclaws, she carried an entire cart, covered with a canvas that bulged over a heaping mound of supplies, enough for her and her pupil to stay active for a few weeks. Her mystic energies could keep her alive indefinitely during the slumber of ages, but to stay active, she needed to feed regularly. Working with mortals was always tiring, regardless of the age. Still, she truly enjoyed teaching, nurturing the mortal minds to achieve greatness. In ages past, she’d slumbered at the heart of a monastery, where her followers had studied mystical and martial arts under her watchful eye. The monastery was now long-since abandoned to ruin, but some places still told legends about the ancient ‘Dragon Warriors’, who blended physical combat and mystic power.
The wind shifted, a cross-wind coming south, and she banked, wide and slow, into the headwind, following the mountains toward her roost. She welcomed the new wind, and angled her wings, riding it up toward the level of the plateau. But this wind brought something unexpected. An odd smell. She blinked her golden, slitted eyes, her mind failing to place the source of such a scent. As she pondered the question, the wind brought another unexpected input. “FUCK ME, YOU BULL-DICKED BASTARD!” came the shout, a female voice, and the ancient dragon put the two together with a smirk. Seems her pupil had company...
Again, She Who Has Seen Truth banked, turning eastward, toward the Gem Coast. It hardly seemed right to disturb them, the young bull had rather desperately needed a good lay. If memory served, He Who Rides The Wind had had recently returned to the Sapphire Isles. Perhaps she would pay him a visit. She wondered if he was still as handsome as the last time...
I would love to see you do something with Farah. You're so great at writing these long stories with super hung participants and I think you could do something really amazing with her
ReplyDeleteI'd love to do something with Farah, honestly, but I'd have to be asked by Ashraam to do it. I've got too many requests waiting patiently, I probably shouldn't go out looking for more work to add to the pile.
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