User:Auron of Neon

Ch. 1

It was Saturday morning.

The sun had finally completed it's climb to the edge of the horizon, able to see across the plane of the land it gazed upon for the first time since the night had fallen. The first dim rays swept along the grass and gravel roads leading up to the prince's spring cottage, warming the moss that grew where the warm mud walls met with the earth, blending the line between nature and architecture. Somewhere to the east, the bells foundon the collars of sheep clanged chiming in the sunny, lazy day.

Rurik blinked his eyes moments after the rays krept through the four panes of the kitchen window, crawled across the rug covered wood planks of the kitchen itself, slipped up the edge of the bedroom and quickly climbed the large bed to warm his face. He smiled softly and breathed in the morning. Rurik stretched, sliding his hips backwards just enough for his penis to gently slip out of Koss's anus where it had been buried throughout the night like some hibernating forest creature. It flopped wetly against the Elonian sheets as they slid across his body, raising the hairs on his legs and chest. Smiling at the still-sleeping warrior, Rurik got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. It was the morning after their 2 year aniversary and Rurik had planned on making strawberry pancakes.

They were Koss's favorite.

Ch. 2

Seventeen years ago, two doves flapped down to rest within a typical nest in a typical tree somewhere not too far outside the walls of Ascalon. A young boy looked up at them as they sat down to protect the eggs for which the nest was made. The boy felt his eyes well up with tears. He knew that he would never feel that kind of love, and his kingdom would scorn him for it.

That young boy has become a man, thought Rurik as he snapped back to the present, forcing his fist deeper into the bowels of the ebony hulk. Bits of pancake batter and feces clung to the hairs on his arm. Koss dipped his phallus into the bowl of strawberry syrup for the third time, eager for it to be lapped up by his gift.

Rurik's gift to Koss was Cynn. Blindfolded and bound, her eyeshadow leaked through the cloth blindfold and was pooling near the creases of her mouth...at least when it wasn't filled with black uncircumsized shaft. "Open wide" Koss grunted, the fist pumping in and out of him. Rurik tightened the clamps on the elementalist's nipples. She screamed, and was soon muffled by the sticky cock that thrust to the back of her throat as Koss took the oportunity to assault her reluctantly open mouth. She gagged, red syrup snotting out of her nose. Koss moaned and Rurik slammed his thumb into his giant African prostate. Cynn screamed at the sudden and final thrust down her throat. He screamed with bulging eyes, swinging the hammer up the side of Cynn's head, square in the temple. Blood, teeth and syrup were flung out of her now unconscious mouth. He rhead and Koss's hit the bed at the same time, one out of pain and terror, the other out of ecstacy.

Rurik licked his fingers clean with a large smile on his face, knowing that Koss had appreciated his gift. He pulled the cork out of his ass and laid down between the two, falling back to a very contented sleep.

He thought of waking up and making green tea and enjoying true love for many days to come.

Ch. 3

Sunday morning had arrived much like any morning after a hedonistic bisexual orgy. Cynn's body was thrown down the basement steps along with some fetid meat and spoiled milk. The cunt loved being dominated. It's a pity no elementalist ever devised a ward against rape. After teabagging eachother and packing two light salads for lunch, the pair pranced off towards the kingdom's market with the feel of cool dew on their soiled toes. Koss kissed Rurik's hand. "I love you."

The market lay within the wide courtyard of Ascalon and the two lovers searched the stall of fresh fruits for something to complement their afternoon salads. Rurik laughed at a small joke Koss had made about the size and shape of the eggplant and placed his hand around Koss's waist. Just then the two heard a snicker. Though the two men were not entirely unaccustomed to being sneered at in public, the stench of intolerance always managed to mask the sweet smell of the market and the upbeat chatter of it's patrons.

"Oi! Faggots!" Olias spit at the couple.

Koss's eyes turned to slits with a steel colored blue burning behind them. He took half a step forward that seemed to shake the ground just from the way he carried himself. Rurik placed a hand on his chest saying, "No Koss. Let's just get our eggplants an~"

"OI! QUIT SPITTIN YER FUCKIN AIDS ON THE FOOD, FAGGOTS!"

Suddenly a stone struck Rurik just above the eye, splitting open the skin and his ego at the same time in a toss that seemed to happen in slow motion. Before he blacked out, Rurik felt Koss scoop him up as the giant man's footsteps fell in tune to the throbbing in his head.

When he woke up, it was dark. His head still hurt and he rubbed a bit of the dried blood off the wound and hissed in pain as the area was still tender. While his eyes were adjusting to the light, he could make out that he was in an alley propped up against a wall amongst garbage. Immediately around him were the limp bodies of several flesh golems. A small pearly trickle of semen glistened out of each corpse's rectum.

Looking around once more he could see Olias weeping against the opposite wall, crouched on the ground, holding what looked to be a broken left arm. Koss towered above him, but staring at Rurik. As though Rurik's coming to was a signal, Koss reached down to a now screaming Olias and tore his jaw clean off in one Hurculean jerk. He threw the jaw aside as quickly as he dropped his armored pants. The contrast of the meaty slap of the jaw onto the dirt with the metalic thud of his armor seemed, at the time, to be a toll of death.

"WHO'S THE FUCKING FAGGOT NOW!?" was the last thing Rurik heard before blacking out again. The last think Olias heard was the fleshy squeeze and expansion of his own esophagus filling with foreign flesh and his own blood.

Rurik slipped back into unconsciousness with a smile on his face and an erection in his pants.