Chapter 1: Introduction
The cave opening loomed ahead, an agitated darkness, swallowing the last glow of dusk. Durin hesitated before taking a deep breath. He was committed now. With an exhale and a spark from his finger, the entrance illuminated, revealing the cave's sinuous tunnels.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Durin murmured. His voice echoed back, barely audible, a whisper against the eerie silence.
This was a forsaken place, the home of abandoned souls. Shadows seemed to dance and twist, as if enticing him in. Durin swallowed and proceeded deeper, but not before checking his magical barriers.
As he traversed, the smell of sulfur and earth grew potent, almost unbearable. His eyes adjusted to the dimness, revealing grotesque figures lurking in the periphery. Twisted and mutated monstrosities shied away, cowering before Durin's power.
A thunderous snort shattered the deadened silence. Gelin.
A name that sent shivers down Durin's spine. His reputation as a ruthless predator was unmatched. The ground rumbled underfoot; Durin steeled himself against the fear coursing through his veins.
Appearing around a corner, Durin beheld the beast: a massive creature, reminiscent of a horse with a humanoid torso.
Its fur was long and shaggy, an eerie rust color, sharp claws protruding from its hands and feet. When it stood on its hind legs, it was nearly twice Durin's height. Glowing red eyes pinned him in place.
"Who dares interrupt my sanctuary?" Gelin rumbled, his voice a powerful tremble across the cavern floor.
"I mean you no harm." Durin raised his hands, trying to appear submissive despite the surge of adrenaline. "I'm seeking information regarding an ancient artifact.
A small trinket, a pendant really." Durin hesitated, unsure of how much more to say. He didn't want to provoke Gelin but needed information.
"And what business could you possibly have with such a relic?" The beast's interest was piqued; its deep voice held a predatory curiosity.
Durin swallowed, his senses heightened. "Its healing properties are legendary; I wish to harness its power to help others."
Gelin's gaze bore into him, scrutinizing his intent.
"That's an admirable goal, little mage," he practically purred, stalking closer. "But I sense there's more to your journey here."
Durin held his ground, trying to mask his sudden wariness. "That's all there is," he insisted. "And it's urgent- so if you have any information, please-"
"Anything for a good cause," Gelin interrupted, raising a brow. The beast's hunger radiated off him in waves, intense and undeniable.
"You're a handsome thing," Gelin growled, grasping Durin's chin with a claw-like hand. "Why should I help you?"
Durin's heart raced; it was evident what Gelin desired. However, Durin knew complying could kill him. Gelin underestimated him - but could he use that to his advantage?
"I'm no match for you." He spoke softly, slowly.
"But I have something you want."
Gelin's grip on Durin's chin tightened momentarily before releasing him. "Oh?" he smirked, eyes gleaming red in the dim light. "And what might that be?"
Taking a deep breath, Durin answered, "Information. I can offer you something valuable in return for the whereabouts of the pendant."
Gelin raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and moved closer. "What could you possibly have that I would find valuable?" His hot breath tickled Durin's ear.
"Tell me, little mage. Do you barter often with such precious commodities?"
Durin's heart pounded; maintaining eye contact was nearly impossible with Gelin so close, his presence overwhelming. "N-no," he stammered, trying to control his nerves. "But for this artifact, I'll make an exception."
With one clawed hand, Gelin stroked Durin's cheek. "Alright, mage.
You've piqued my curiosity." Gelin slowly ran a claw down the length of Durin's neck, making him shiver involuntarily.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, Gelin leaned in close to Durin and whispered, "I'll make you a deal, little mage.
I'll tell you what you want to know, but in return, I want you. And not just for a moment - I want to claim you, possess you, make you mine."
Durin's breath caught in his throat as he felt Gelin's hand wrap around his waist, pulling him close. The heat of the beast's body was intense, and Durin could feel the power radiating off of him. Despite the fear coursing through his veins, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Gelin.
The thought of being dominated by such a powerful being aroused him in ways he hadn't imagined possible. With trembling lips, Durin leaned in, whispering, "If that's the deal you want to make, then I accept."
Gelin let out a deep growl as their lips met in a searing kiss, their teeth clashing together with raw desire. His tongue explored Durin's mouth, tasting the metallic tang of blood from the mage's split lip. It only fueled Gelin's hunger for him further.
His massive hands gripped Durin's hips tightly, lifting the small mage as if he were light as a feather. Gelin's mouth moved down his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses, while Durin gasped and moaned, unable to restrain himself.
"You taste divine, little one," Gelin growled against Durin's skin, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh just enough for Durin to feel the sharp sting of pain. With his other hand, Gelin started to undo Durin's pants.
The flesh beneath his grip was smooth and soft, and Durin moaned as Gelin slid his hand inside his undergarments, gripping him tightly.
"You're big for a human," Gelin growled, continuing to caress Durin's hard length as he kissed and bit his way down the mage's chest.
Durin felt himself trembling under Gelin's touch, losing control of his body as waves of pleasure washed over him.
He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny that he was enjoying every moment of it.
"Fuck, Gelin," Durin moaned as the beast licked and bit at his hard nipples. "You're making me feel so good."
Gelin let out a low growl, using his free hand to unfasten his own pants. He pulled out his thick, pulsing cock, which was bigger than anything Durin had ever seen before.
Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Gelin wasted no time in stroking its impressive length.
"Fuck, you're huge," Durin breathed, still in shock at how fast and intense things had become.
Gelin chuckled lowly, gripping onto Durin's hips again and pulling them flush against his body.
"And you're so small and tight, little mage.
I can't wait to see how you feel around my cock." Gelin's voice was low and husky, and Durin could feel the heat radiating off of the beast as he held him in place.
"Please, Gelin. I want to feel you inside me." Durin whimpered, nearly delirious with pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Gelin's waist, pulling the massive creature closer to him as their cocks pressed against each other.
Gelin forced Durin on his knees. The mage looked up, eyes wide, but there was no fear in them, only a deep hunger. Gelin's massive cock right infront of his face. "Suck me, little mage. Make me come undone," he commanded.
Durin didn't hesitate. He leaned in, engulfing the tip of Gelin's cock into his mouth. He sucked and licked, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum and musk of raw desire.
"Fuck, yes," Gelin moaned, fisting a hand in Durin's hair and drawing him closer. "Take all of me, you filthy little mage."
And Durin did.
He took Gelin's entire length deep into his throat, gagging slightly as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat. But he didn't stop, only sucked harder, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes watering.
Gelin's snarls of pleasure echoed through the cavern, filling the air with a primal energy that excited Durin even more. The mage had never felt so powerful, so desired. He was giving pleasure to this massive creature, this being that could easily crush him with a single swipe of his claws.
But that's not what Gelin wanted. He wanted to claim him, possess him, and Durin, in turn, found himself craving that connection.
Gelin's grip tightened in Durin's hair, pulling him closer as he face-fucked him with unapologetic force.
"You like that, fucking slut? Taking all of me down your throat?" Gelin growled, forcing eye contact between them. Durin moaned around his cock, the sound reverberating against the damp walls of the cave. It was raw, animalistic.
A clash of masculinity and power. Saliva dripped from Durin's lips as he struggled to accommodate Gelin's girth. His eyes watered, tears streaking down his cheeks, but he didn't dare stop.
The beast's grunts and groans fueled him, urging him on in this act of submission that aroused them both more than either had anticipated. Pre-cum slathered Gelin's shaft with each thrust, mingling with Durin's saliva and dripping down his chin.
But Gelin wanted more.
He wanted to feel Durin's heat wrapped around him, his tightness. With a forceful tug, Gelin pulled Durin off his cock. The mage looked up, his lips swollen and wet.
"Get on all fours," Gelin demanded, raw desire flaring in his eyes. Without hesitation, Durin complied, exposing himself to the beast. Gelin couldn't resist the temptation any longer; he positioned himself behind the waiting mage.
Durin's small, slender body looked almost fragile compared to the massive creature looming above him. Gelin felt a twinge of guilt, then pushed it aside; this is what he wanted, after all.
"You're mine," Gelin growled, gripping Durin's hips tightly, marking his territory. The mage whimpered, arching his back. His tight hole begged for Gelin's thick cock.
Gelin spat on his fingers and began to rub it on Durin's entrance.
The mage tensed but pushed back, wanting to feel Gelin inside him. Gelin lined himself up with Durin's hole and thrust forward, sheathing himself entirely in one swift motion.
Durin howled in pleasure-pain, clutching at the damp cave floor beneath him. His passage stretched unbearably around Gelin's girth; he had never experienced anything like this before. A bulge could be seen, the outline of Gelin's dick.
It spread Durin's cheeks raw and the mage sucked in a sharp breath. But Gelin didn't stop, he thrust forward, deep into Durin. The pain was intense, almost too much for Durin to bear, his body adjusting to the size and girth of Gelin's shaft.
"Fuuuuck," Groaned Durin, gripping onto the cold stone floor of the cave beneath him."You're too fucking big." His voice trembled with every word. blood was dripping from his thigh. It was going to fuck him to death.
But Durin wanted this, knew it would hurt, but couldn't help himself from pushing back, feeling Gelin's cock drag against his prostate, igniting yet another wave of pleasure-pain.
Gelin leaned over Durin's trembling body, hands roving up and down the mage's heaving chest. He cupped Durin's hardness, smearing pre-cum over the sensitive head and stroking the shaft gently.
Durin's breathing grew labored, his back arching as Gelin kneaded and squeezed his aching erection.
"Mine," Gelin growled again, his lips next to Durin's ear. "You're mine." Then, with a snarl of pure lust, he began to piston in and out of the mage's dripping hole; the wet sounds of their fucking echoed through the dark cavern.
Durin yelped, feeling each powerful thrust all the way to his core. The pain was immense, but it was addictive. A perverse exhilaration seized him as he submitted to the beast's primal desire.
Gelin's fingers dug into Durin's hips, drawing blood with each rough plunge of his cock. He took the mage with a brutal hunger, as if Durin were no more than a piece of flesh for his gratification. Even as Durin's insides tore spelling his doom.
Gelin pounded his tiny hole like an animal, a fucking beast that Durin had enraged. It was mind-blowing - the pleasure, the pain, the feeling of utter defeat.
"You're going to die inside me, aren't you?" Durin grunted, his voice trembling with restrained cries as Gelin battered his tight entrance. "You're fucking killing me!"
"Yessss," Gelin hissed, his claws digging into Durin's tender hips.
"You'll die for me, just like this, with my cock buried deep in your tight ass."
The thought sent a shiver down Durin's spine. He could feel his body begin to betray him; the lines between pain and pleasure became blurred. His hole burned unbearably around Gelin's intrusion, but every brutal thrust sent sparks of pleasure through him. Durin dug his fingernails into the damp stone, desperately seeking an anchor to keep himself tethered to reality as his world spun into a haze of ecstasy and agony.
His pulse echoed through his body in every rapid beat. He had never known pain like this, nor the exquisite pleasure that accompanied it. Durin felt himself slipping, his consciousness faltering under the onslaught of sensations.
As if sensing this, Gelin roared and gripped Durin's hips even tighter, each pull in and out of Durin's ravishing body growing more demanding, insatiable.
The mage could barely take it anymore, pleas moaning loudly, twisting and writhing in delicious agony. Durin had never been so thoroughly fucked, filled up by a beast twice his size. The thought alone nearly sent him over the edge. "You're gonna make me come," grunted Durin as he panted, his body convulsing from the intense pleasure being brought to its limits.
"Cum then," Gelin commanded hoarsely as he took Durin's cock in one meaty hand and jerked hard and fast.
His other hand still clutching onto Durin's hip, bruising, possessive. Pre-cum streamed down his dick as Gelin squeezed and tugged with abandon. Every stroke was relentless, powerful, pushing Durin closer to the brink.
Durin's breath came in ragged gasps as unfiltered lust consumed him. "Gelin!" he cried out, tears streaking down his face from the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
With a final thrust, Gelin buried himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping against Durin's over-stimulated flesh.
Hot ropes of cum splattered inside Durin, filling him up and painting his insides with its thickness. Still rutting, Gelin pulled out just enough to watch as his released ejected itself, spilling down Durin's inner thighs.
Gelin ran his hands over Durin's sweat-drenched back, marking the mage possessively as he continued to thrust through his release.
Each movement sent a jolt through the mage, his prostate abused so perfectly by Gelin's massive cock.
"Mine," Gelin said again, almost like a mantra. It was how he had fantasized about this moment - claiming Durin as his own.
Durin gritted his teeth, forcing himself to take more from the beast. He felt stretched beyond belief, but even in that agony, an indescribable pleasure surged through him. He couldn't take it any more, and passed out.
Gelin didn't seem to mind, he just kept thrusting, balls slapping against Durin's ass as he emptied himself.
When Durin came to, Gelin had laid him down tenderly, caressing his thigh. "Did you enjoy that?" the beast asked coyly.
Durin could only groan in response, still overwhelmed by the experience. The pain had subsided, but the pleasure still lingered, making him feel light-headed.
Gelin leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to Durin's forehead.
He murmured, "Ah, I see you're finally awake. I must admit, little mage, I've never had such a fierce and willing partner. You seemed to enjoy every second."
Durin's skin flushed as Gelin confessed this, and a small whimper left his throat. Even though the pain from their earlier encounter still lingered, his body tingled with pleasure at the thought of what they'd just experienced.
He hesitated to speak, unsure of how Gelin felt.
Gelin seemed to sense his hesitation and gave him a wicked smile. "Yes, little mage, I thoroughly enjoyed myself." His voice was filled with a raw, animalistic hunger that made Durin shiver.
They lay in silence for a few moments before Gelin spoke again. "You know I needed to claim you; I've wanted you for a long time." His eyes were glassy and sincere, and Durin could feel the weight of his desire for him.
Durin swallowed hard.
"I-I wasn't expecting that," he stuttered, unsure of what to make of Gelin's sudden fondness.
Gelin chuckled softly. "No, I suppose not."
He leaned in to press another kiss against Durin's lips, lingering and tasting. When he pulled back, his eyes had a familiar wicked gleam in them. "But I wonder... have you ever been taken from behind?"
Durin stammered a few incoherent words before regaining his composure.
"N-no, I haven't."
Gelin smirked at his reaction, clearly relishing in the knowledge of the mage's inexperience. "Good," he growled. "Then there is still more to teach you."
With that, he rolled over onto his hands and knees, presenting himself to Durin. The sight of Gelin's massive form on all fours was almost unbearably enticing.
Durin swallowed hard, feeling his heart race in his chest. He had never even imagined engaging in such an act before.
But now, seeing Gelin's submission and the hunger in his eyes, Durin couldn't deny the allure.
He positionned himself behind Gelin, admiring the view of his muscular backside. His entrance glistened with remnants of their previous encounter, a mix of cum and blood staining the fur surrounding it. Durin grasped Gelin's hips, feeling the slickness and heat emanating from him. With a trembling hand, Durin placed his cock at Gelin's entrance, and with a deep breath, pushed inside.