Date: Mon, 31 Dec 2018 11:27:52 -0500 From: Baron Mallain Subject: Prince of the Peak - Prologue The forest had grown thick around E'all, and the sun had dropped dangerously close to the horizon. He heard a rustle, readied a spear in one hand, and a knife in the other. The two felt like natural extensions of his arms, though he'd known that no other man could wield them. They had belonged to his father, and his father before him, all the way back to the first Princes of the Peak. The spear was a long shaft of light, reddish-gold metal, with a point of smooth ivory. The dagger had a handle of white gold with a sparking violet gem, and a long blade of obsidian. Both pieces had been forged in the legendary fires beneath the Peak. Of those princes, these two pieces were all that remained to history. E'all himself knew nothing about them, except that they were the people from which he was descended through both of his parents, and for that reason, it was extremely unlikely that he'd ever produce an heir. The male descendants of that long, ancient bloodline could not procreate with daughters of men, and after the fall of their race, it belonged to their own women to keep the line alive in some small way. It had succeeded quietly through the eons, and the line would likely end tonight with E'all's own death. Still, he must hunt the beast, this ancient bane of the princes, his father and mother, this creature that humbled them all. E'all wouldn't give it up without the fight of his life. He thought of the creature's blood running down the shaft of his father's spear, the blade of his father's dagger. He licked his lips lustfully. The woods were not strange to him. Indeed, they were his woods, but the atmosphere had grown queer. The air felt different. It smelled different, like burning corpses. It was heavy, as if with smoke, though it was clear. E'all's leather leggings and vest suddenly felt like enormous weights on his skin, so heavy were they with his own sweat. The twilight that filtered through the thick blanket of leaves overhead seemed to fall in a dark haze, an unearthly glow of red and violet. Strangely, the flaccid cock in his leggings began to stir, an occurrence that E'all had attributed to the thrill of the hunt. But these were the signs that had been told for generations, the signs that the Korkorun was close, was ready to kill again, and would kill until the princes were extinguished. There was a rustle once more, and E'all crouched low into the brush. Suddenly, all of the great, ancient trees shivered and bowed. They dipped low to the ground, bending without a break, all around E'all. The vines about his ankles slithered away, and the sky, he saw, had grown red, thick with clouds that captured the light of the dying sun. E'all shivered, readied his spear and his dagger. My blood, he thought to himself, it's my blood to be spilled. In his heart, he knew that he was vanquished, but he wouldn't let the beast know that, wherever it was. "E'all!" It was a mighty roar that shook the ground. E'all spun and beheld the demon – an enormous creature that stood as tall as two men, with skin black as night, black as the obsidian of E'all's dagger, white nails and long white fangs, and a single small white horn protruding from its forehead. Its naked legs were the haunches of a beast, with enormous paws and great white claws. But its face, E'all saw, was handsome and fierce, with flashing eyes gray as a storm, the face a warrior such as he had never seen. With soft lips and high cheeks, a sharp jaw line, and long white hair. Its arms were long and slender, waving this way and that, as if issuing silent commands to the very air. Its torso was long, naked, hairless, with a lean, muscular chest and a long, slender midsection. Between its legs hung a thick, flaccid cock, over low hanging balls. The creature leaned slightly back with its arms waving, leaning against four great wings with flashing gray feathers, dappled as the sky with diamond pin-points like stars. E'all's first thought was that the creature was beautiful. His second was that this beautiful creature had devoured his own parents, and all of his people throughout the centuries. "E'all," the creature roared again, with the voice of a thousand men as one. "I am the end and the glory of the Princes of the Peak. I am the Korkorun. I know your heart, as I knew the hearts of those that came before you." "Korkorun," E'all hissed, "you have ruthlessly pursued us from the end of our kingdom, until now. I don't know where you came from, but I will send your spirit flying there again!" At that, E'all lunged, spear forward. He leapt across the distance between them, his entire body pulled tight into the motion, but the beast darted forward at once, and with a swing of its arm, brushed E'all to the side as easily as if he was an insect. E'all's body hurtled through the air and landed amongst the bowing trees. The Korkorun jumped, its wings folded against its back, and it landed silently beside E'all, it's great figure barely stirring the air. E'all caught a scent, like the smell of animals in the woods mixed with the fragrance of newly-opened blossoms, and it mixed with the stink of his own sweat in his nose, and the coppery smell of blood. The creature hovered over him, and his swung forward with his spear. The creature knocked his arm away, but E'all thrusted the dagger at him, and the Korkorun caught his arm and twisted it down to the ground. Its grip was like iron, and E'all thought that it burned his skin. The strange, sweet smell grew ever stronger, and E'all felt that he would become overwhelmed by it. He was distracted suddenly by the thickness of his cock, hard and straining uncomfortably against his leather pants. He swung the spear `round again, and the creature caught his other wrist in the air, wrenching it until E'all finally released the spear. E'all strained against the Korkorun, and the Korkorun grinned at him, struggling against him with a force equal to his own, but clearly far below what it could have done. Was this creature playing with him? Straining all of his muscles against the Korkorun, E'all pressed, tried to move his arms. Sweat ran all down his body, down his long black hair. A stinging on the back of his head told him that there was a wound there. His balls became sore with an insane sort of frustration. E'all was growing weak. "E'all," the creature whispered. "E'all, I know your heart. I can smell your heart. And it is not as the heart of your fathers." The Korkorun's voice had a beckoning tone, not at all struggling with this grappling match, and was almost in the tone of a lullaby. E'all found himself being lured by it, and his body wanted to collapse against this monster. And then, E'all noticed that the creature's own massive cock had become stiff, had started to grow. E'all was weak, and his mouth watered. "Conquest," the Korkorun whispered, "was what your father's wanted. Riches such as they had only heard of. But you...only want life." "I will die fighting you," E'all whispered, struggling to keep his senses, though his head became hazy. "No," the Korkorun whispered, its black face close to E'all's, its breath rolling across E'all's ear. "You will live, E'all. You will be the cornerstone for the kingdom of the princes again." E'all did not understand, but in the moment that he heard it, his body failed him, and he collapsed under the Korkorun's strength. Looming above him, looking at his body, the Korkorun waved its hands in the air, and a delicate heat licked E'all's skin. He looked to his legs, and saw the leather of his pants burning away to nothing. His vest did the same, until his entire naked body was exposed. His cock sprung up and fell against his stomach. It was by now so hard that it ached, and his balls felt heavy. Then, as E'all watched, the Korkorun seemed to shrink in size to the height of a man. Its legs transformed into a man's legs, and its black skin softened in hue to purple. Its four great wings fluttered and folded, and were gone. Its horns shrank and disappeared. Standing before him was no longer a monster, but a god of such startling beauty that E'all caught his breath and gazed at him for many long moments. The god's cock was still swelled, but hung under its own weight, a stream of precum oozing from the foreskin to the ground, and tiny violet blossoms appeared where it fell. E'all sat up on his elbows. "By our hands your race was made," the Korkorun said softly. "By our will, its original purpose will be restored." The Korkorun knelt down on both knees before E'all's body, and it leaned down, taking E'all's cock in its hands. E'all shuddered fearfully, and then again with pleasure. The god drew back E'all's foreskin, and its tongue tasted a drop of precum that had gathered on the bulbous head of E'all's cock. "Oh gods," E'all moaned, tossing his head back. E'all longed for the god to take it in its mouth, longed to feel that sweet release, but that was not the god's intent. Instead, the Korkorun drew its own body up toward E'all, and E'all felt its finger against his hole. He knew he should have been fearful, but wherever the god touched, E'all felt only a fantastic, maddeningly delightful heat. The Korkorun licked two fingers from both hands, and delicately pinched E'all's nipples, tweaking them gently in a way that sent shivers all throughout E'all's body. Then, it took one hand and pressed those fingers against E'all's hole, and E'all found himself pressing back against them, overcome with the need to feel them inside of him. The tips of them penetrated him, and his gasped loudly. The Korkorun leaned down, covering E'all's mouth with its own, and its kiss made the world around E'all melt away. His body was straining against the god, seeming to awake for the first time in its life. E'all wrapped his legs around the Korkorun's body, even as the Korkorun slid its fingers deeper into E'all. "Oh, take me!" E'all cried, and tasted tears born of pleasure on his lips. "Yes," the Korkorun whispered against E'all's lips. With its fingers all the way inside of E'all, the Korkorun moved them around gently, found a sweet place inside of E'all and massaged it. E'all writhed against the god's hand, and felt himself coming close to finishing. But he knew, just as surely as he knew his own name, that he must not release yet, that he must endure for whatever the god would demand. Then, the Korkorun withdrew its fingers, leaving E'all feeling empty, panting. E'all now felt a new pressure against his hole, a warmth that was different from the Korkorun's fingers, and even better. The Korkorun adjusted its massive cock against E'all, drawing back its own foreskin. The head of the Korkorun's cock painted E'all's hole with its precum. E'all could smell it in the air, the flowery musk of the Korkorun and the sweet, strange saltiness of its precum. E'all watch the muscles of the god's hips flex as it pressed against E'all's hole, and the head of its cock penetrated him gentle, somehow commanding his body to open for its presence. E'all gasped again, writhed beneath the Korkorun's body, tried to bring the cock into himself, but the Korkorun was controlling the movement. E'all's body was pure tension as the Korkorun slightly moved its cock into him. E'all's legs grew tight around the god, wanting to possess the Korkorun with his flesh if he could, even while the god was possessing him. The wet on E'all's stomach was his own precum, with the Korkorun sometimes touched with his fingertips, and used the slick its own cock as it slid into E'all. When finally, the Korkorun's entire cock had entered E'all, when its hairless groin was pressed against the black fur of E'alls, when the Korkorun's great balls hung warm against E'all's skin, the Korkorun let out a shuttering sigh, as if struggling against its own release. It closed its beautiful gray eyes, and its long white hair rippled about its shoulders. Then, it's hips flexing with movement, the Korkorun drew itself back, drew its cock out just a little, and pressed gently back into E'all. The cock hit its mark, that blessed place within E'all, with overwhelming precision. E'all cried out in pleasure. The Korkorun drew back against, and this time slammed into E'all with a mighty force that made the sky shake, and then again. Its balls slapped against E'all. The Korkorun snaked one arm around E'all's body, holding him, and E'all felt them both lift into the air. E'all grasped to god's body with his legs and arms and the Korkorun slammed again and again into him, sending shockwaves of pleasure that melted into one another through E'all's body, such that he felt caught in a single wave of ecstasy. The Korkorun buried its face against E'all's chest, and then wrenched one of E'all's arms up, and buried its nose into the black hair of E'alls armpit. E'all moaned and moaned, and his voice in his ears was like one long note. In a moment, another moan joined it, and E'all knew that the god was coming to its own climax. For a moment, E'all's body felt like nothing. And then, as the creature slammed into him a final time, its cock seeming to press harder than ever within him, E'all's body was reborn, feeling everything for the very first time. A flood of warmth flooded through E'all's gut, and went all through his chest. The god's cock twitched, emptying itself in E'all, and E'all's hole twitched around it, drawing it out. Slowly, the two mingled bodies fell back to the ground, and the god's weight fell on E'all for a moment like a corpse. E'all couldn't move, so entranced was he by this complete ecstasy of being that he'd never felt before. And then, he put his hands on the god's shoulders, wanting to see its face again. The god looked up then, smiling at him, but clearly exhausted. E'all felt the cock growing small inside of him, until it was no longer inside. "This work is not done," the Korkorun said. Then E'all realized that his own cock had only become harder, and the pain of it now overwhelmed his senses. "Please," E'all gasped, "I can't stand it...please...your mouth!" "Rise, E'all," the Korkorun said, and then leaned back to sit, and then leaned further to lay back on its elbows. E'all rose, standing on his knees before this god. The Korkorun drew its legs up and spread them for E'all, who saw now that, where a moment ago there had been the Korkorun's great, beautiful cock, there was now the tight, sweet slight of a woman's cunt. "My gods," E'all said, mystified and fearful again. But that smell came upon him, overwhelmed him. His cock ached, and he looked down at it, hanging for its weight, and where his own precum hit the ground, tiny white blossoms sprang up. E'all knew what he must do, but there was a wealth of experience here that he did not want to lose. He knelt down, his head between the Korkorun's legs, and with his tongue, taste the sweet slit. It tasted like sweet spice and berries. The Korkorun moaned deep. E'all thrusted his tongue into the warm slit, and the juice there flowed like a fountain, and made his body feel young and vital. But his body was crying out to him, and E'all finally stopped, sat up, and positioned himself over the Korkorun, who gazed up at him lovingly. E'all held his cock at the warm slit with one hand, and carefully pushed the head against it. The moment of penetration was so invigorating that E'alls ears rang. The Korkorun wrapped its legs around E'all's body and drew his cock all the way into itself. Without waiting to experience the absolute pleasure of this moment, E'all drew back and took the Korkorun's body savagely there on the forest floor. He leaned down and kissed the Korkorun's lips against as his hips flexed back and slammed forward again. He felt his balls slapping against the Korkorun's skin, aching and heavy. He moaned against the Korkorun's lips, longing for release, while at the same time wishing he could die like, with his cock inside this beautiful creature. In a moment, E'all felt his balls draw up, and his pleasure reaching an incredible peak. He gasped loudly, and the Korkorun, with its arms and legs, pulled E'all's body close, pulled him all the way in. Its cunt seemed to grow warm and close around E'all's cock. E'all gave a long, loud moan as he released himself into the Korkorun, and it felt like his spirit was leaving him. Jet after jet of his cum he gave this god-like creature, and the Korkorun tossed its head back, made ecstatic for its own pleasure. After many moments of stillness, after E'all's cock had been drained and the Korkorun's body lay prostrate beneath him, E'all finally stood. His cock slid out of the tight cunt, and even in this sliding out, there was pleasure. The trees around them had stood, E'all knew not when. He staggered back against a tree trunk, holding on to it for balance. The Korkorun stood, its long, lithe body youthful, its hand over its cunt, fingering itself while gazing at E'all. "A son we will make for you, E'all," the Korkorun said. "He will be your blood, and ours, and be made of the stuff of the earth. He will do what your princes started, but in their lust for power, did not complete." "A...son?" E'all gasped. "He will be born of the Peak," the Korkorun continued. "And when he is born, we will bring him to you to raise in the ways of men, so that, even as a god, he might walk among them. You will teach him the art of the Initiation, as we have taught you today, and then you will send him away from here, to the places where men dwell, and all of the races that men forgot, and the world will know the blessed harmony again, such as it knew before the princes perverted it. It is willed, and it is done." With that, the Korkorun was gone from the forest. E'all, his body loved and spent, collapsed at the foot of the tree, panting, and wondering what was to happen next.