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Xatagar's Lair (Lord DreamCrusher x LataPaine)

Lord DreamCrusher

Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
Joined
Feb 17, 2018
Location
United States
The rumbling of moving stone reverberated through the complex as each room moved and shifted in strange and unpredictable ways. This place was a maze, a proper labyrinth that a mundane engineer could only dream of matching without the aid of magic. Long ago it had been the doorstep of the powerful and reclusive mage known as Azrugal the Mad whom, while perfectly sane in truth, had no time for the petty concerns of the commonfolk and took to increasingly complex measures in order to secure his peace of mind. These shifting rooms were meant to confuse all unwanted visitors from reaching the entrance to his equally underground tower but to Xatagar this place was his prison.

Xatagar was a demon, or at least he was the essence of a demon. Pulled from the abyss by the late wizard and bound into the body of an unfortunate minotaur, Xatagar was enslaved to wander these halls and peacefully escort any visitors outside. It was a pitiful task and equally insulting that a demon such as he would be locked into functioning as a simple guard, yet it had been done and so he had served for centuries in this solemn tomb. Azrugal had long since died though and the magic that bound him to this place had been slowly fading. No long did he have to be passive and peaceful, he could do as he pleased to any who came this way, but he was still bound to the area all the same which had prevented him from making good on the dwindling control.

As far as he knew this labyrinth had been long forgotten with no one to even consider delving its depths. Because of this Xatagar had been left to sit and stew, unable to die and find release from this suffering and yet unable to sate his lust for violence or the carnal urges that welled within his physical form. He of all beings who had once been called the Mindbreaker on account of his penchant and skill at bringing women to heel at his behest, now left to wander the halls of this dilapidated place and lament his lot in life. This would be the day that things changed, even if he did not yet know it.

As the mighty minotaur walked through his favored room, the one room that did not shift and move as it held the entrance to the tower, he looked upward to the cracks in the cavern ceiling which beamed down the light of the day and illuminated the waterfall that provided this place with a steady source of fresh water. It allowed him to slake his thirst and clean himself whenever he cared enough to bother but mainly he came here for the glimpse of the outside world, the hope of a better future and the carnage he would inflict once he got loose. A feeling pulsed through his thickly muscled chest. Faint at first, almost imperceptible, but it began to grow.

He knew this sensation well as it foretold the presence of magical power, something he had felt within Azrugal's being so long ago and something that he knew to manipulate so long as the individual was incompetent in erecting their defensive wards. The growing meant it was coming closer, he could scarcely believe it but someone was approaching this foul place and towards their doom if he had anything to say about it. Reaching to the straps of his very limited armor, ensuring that his pauldrons, arm-guards, and leg-guards were secured, he quickly grabbed his two-headed axe and focused his senses outward to try and find this person. No matter what was coming, be it creature or man, he would savor the moments of their destruction. And, if he was truly lucky, they'd be a halfway decent female that he could fuck with the monstrously thick cock that this body had given him. The one that rested just behind the loose loincloth that hung from his waist and protected what little modesty he had.
 

LataPaine

The Picky One
Joined
Jul 31, 2009
Location
East Coast, USA
Armelle Urbain has been on the run for some time ever since she has been dethroned, running for her life. Because she has long since lost her powers due to a curse, her previous enemies don’t even need to hunt her down. Her body radiates pure energy, turning her into a lure for monsters that would love to feast upon her tender, dark flesh, but because her power is bottled up within her, it does allow her some enhanced healing, and a longer lifespan. Though, being alive to endure so much pain could be considered hell.

With her horned crown gone, and clothes in tatters, she now roams the world in a hooded cloak. Because of her curse, she has no choice other than to keep moving. She doesn’t know what creature is lurking out there that’s waiting to pounce, and absorb her power to make it its own. There were a few times when her life was about to end, and as she walks barefoot through the dirt and mud, she can’t help but wonder if she should have let the beasts have her, so that her suffering may end, but because of her healing ability, such an end would be drawn out for quite some time.

With it raining, she’s currently seeking shelter. “Blasted rain… Damn the fools for having cast me out… When I regain my powers, I will return, and take my throne back… I will make them pay…” She mutters while wandering deeper into a thick forest of massive trees, looking quite miserable while struggling to keep her cloak closed to keep the cold rain from coming in contact with her bare skin. When hearing a loud howl coming from a short distance away, the look of anger quickly fades to that of fear. “Oh, no… I have to get out of here…” She says with a trembling tone to her voice, fearing that more beasts have found her.

With bare feet slapping against mud, she travels deeper into the forest, losing her way in the process. After some time, she can hear the trotting of four-legged creatures following behind, but before they can catch up, she notices what appears to be an entrance to a cave. Seeing no other way, she uses what’s left of her strength in her legs, and dashes towards the cave entrance. “Almost there…!” She says with a louder tone to her voice, feeling her heart racing. She doesn’t know what waits for her within the cave, but she assumes it can’t be worse than whatever it was that’s chasing her.

Running deep into the cave for a few minutes, she looks behind, and when she sees that the entrance has disappeared, she stops as a confused look forms across her face. “Wh-What…? What’s going on…? There was light behind me before, right…?” She says with sounding so very confused, but at the same time, very relieved since she can’t hear the sounds of fast footsteps coming from behind her. She continues on deeper into the cave, though, and the deeper she goes, the weirder it got. The walls turn from dirt and rock to that of stone bricks, and it isn’t long until she’s completely lost within the massive labyrinth. Getting disoriented, and feeling exhausted from the chase, she finally stops and leans against a wall before sinking down to the hard ground. “I’ll just rest here a bit…” She says while sitting upon her right hip, panting heavily while attempting to regain her strength.
 
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Lord DreamCrusher

Lord DreamCrusher

Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
Joined
Feb 17, 2018
Location
United States
No sooner than Armelle had entered the confines of the labyrinth did Xatagar know it. He felt the pulse within his body that allowed him to turn his head and focus in upon the direction that the intruder was resting. Of course, one downside to the dwindling spells upon him was that he couldn't precisely pinpoint her location like he used to be able to but that was certainly not going to stop him from seeking this individual out and savoring whatever fun he deemed appropriate.

Setting off with weapon in hand, the mighty beast's hooves dug into the dirt that had crept into the place over the long years and propelled his muscular frame forward. The rooms had settled down for the moment and he intrinsically knew the arrangement as Azrugal had created a complicated pattern, but a pattern nonetheless. This meant that his mind had been able to decipher said pattern eventually and navigate things flawlessly even without magical assistance. It would take him some time to narrow down her location of course but, for the moment, she wasn't exactly going anywhere.

From Armelle's perspective the room was made of smoothed, limestone brick that held a light tan or almost soft yellow color to it. Sparsely decorated upon the walls were sconces that held ever-burning torches of magical flame which crackled like any normal example but simply would not produce heat or cause harm. Many of these scones had long since been damaged or decayed however, so what light they provided could not pierce all the darkness of the enclosed interior and left the place eerily dim. The floors had mostly been coated in uneven layers of soil due to a combination of erosion and natural shifting of the cave system in question, but even so often there would be patches that revealed the stone beneath that was identical to that of the walls and ceilings. Otherwise these rooms and halls were spartan with no symbols or markings of any kind to decorate them. The silence was uncanny and the air weighed heavy upon her form.

The silence would eventually be broken as the maze rearranged itself once more. The loud, grinding sounds of the rooms changing locations were accompanied by the sudden shift in the room she was in. The rumbling vibrations distrubed the dirt and dust as well as caused the flames in the sconces to shift to one side as if pulled by an invisible hand. Through the doorways she'd see the brief glimpses of movement that were so difficult to discern and after a few minutes everything would stop, a few lingering thuds coming from the distance as the last rooms oriented themselves into their new pattern. The silence encroached again just as before, but this time there was a steady rhythmic sound that was growing louder. The heavy beat of the minotaur's footfalls as his weight rumbled the ground beneath him. He knew she was close, it was simply a matter of time as far as he was concerned.
 

LataPaine

The Picky One
Joined
Jul 31, 2009
Location
East Coast, USA
Armelle sits there on the ground, steadily catching her breath with her shoulder resting against the wall. With the danger of beasts appearing to have disappeared, she’s gradually starting to let her guard down. Even as exhausted as she is, she continues to keep her eyes locked on the entrance of the room she entered. Having been chased by different creatures before, she knows she can’t completely let her guard down. Her elven ears will even twitch every now and then, listening to the slightest of sounds.

While trying to stay alert, she can feel her eyelids growing heavy with each passing moment, and just as it looks as if her eyes are about to completely close, she feels a sudden vibration coming from around her. “W-What’s going on…?!” She says loudly as she stumbles back onto two feet, starting to hear rumbling as well. Her eyes widen with shock and confusion, feeling the ground beneath her feet moving. Just as her hazy eyes focuses on the entrance once again, it looks as if the walls are shifting and turning. She can even feel the room itself moving as well, rotating and changing position as dirt and dust fall from the walls and ceiling.

She makes sure to keep herself leaning against the wall she was resting on, making sure she doesn’t lose her balance while the massive maze changes. Once she feels everything settle down, she pulls herself away from the wall and steps out of the room. “What just happened…?” She mutters as she steps into the newly formed hallway, looking so very freaked out and confused. “Where’s the way back…?!” Her voice grows louder as she starts walking down the hall, trying to find the cave entrance she used to enter the labyrinth, and while she searches, she notices heavy footsteps coming from close by.

She can hear something large making its way towards her, obviously sounding different from the creatures that were hunting her. “I… I have to get out of here!!” She yells out as she starts dashing in the opposite direction of the creature, panting heavily while she does so. She can hear the heavy footsteps growing louder with each passing second, sounding almost as if he’s right on top of her as the sounds bounce off the walls. She can feel her heart racing, fearing what may happen if such a creature would get its hands on her.

Unfamiliar with the workings of the maze, she finds herself reaching a dead end. “No, no, no, no!!! This can’t be happening!!” She yells out as she runs up the wall, desperately scratching at it in an attempt to find a way through it. When she hears that the creature is behind her, she slowly turns around to face him. Getting a good look at him now, the look of terror can be plainly seen in her wide eyes. “Haaah… Haaah… Haaahh…!” She pants heavily as she presses her back against the wall, and sinks down to the floor. With him as big as he is, she understands very well there is no getting around him as she sits there with legs stretched out and slowly bent at the knees. “Is this it…? Am I going to die…?!” She thought while the beastly creature towers over her, tilting her head back as he makes his way towards her location.
 
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Lord DreamCrusher

Lord DreamCrusher

Primal yet Intelligent, Savage yet Sophisticated
Joined
Feb 17, 2018
Location
United States
The first sign of his presence was small yet terribly ominous as his glowing red eyes peered through the darkness and caught sight of Armelle. Xatagar couldn't believe his luck that the intruder had not only been caught so deeply within the maze so quickly, but that they were also a female. A pulse surged through his body as the pent-up lust flared and already he felt his cock eager to swell and engorge at the opportunity to finally have an outlet. At the same time he felt the power within her from her bound up magic and although he couldn't tell her circumstance just yet, he knew her value plainly should he be able to keep her around and complacent.

The shadowy haze of his towering outline appeared next to show just how big he really was. Standing some eight feet tall, Xatagar's body was thick with rippling muscle and each heavy step that he took only provided her a clearer view. Thick, brown fur coated his body and two large, slightly curved horns extended upwards from his skull with the torchlight revealing the ivory color of them as he finally stepped into the illuminated radius. The minotaur was near completely naked as well with only his shoulders, forearms, and legs covered with plated armor while a ragged leather loincloth scarcely concealed his manhood. That said, the bulge that pressed into the material was growing larger as his cock slipped free from his sheath and began to droop downward. Even in a flaccid state it was monstrously thick and long, more than enough to break mind and body of a humanoid victim such as her.

Scraping the blade of his weapon against the stone wall produced a small shower of sparks but he stopped a few feet away, unsure if the magic inside of her could be used against him at this point and it was better to use caution rather than risk losing such a wonderful prize. So instead he spoke up with a voice so deep and booming that it reverberated off of the enclosed walls and, if he so chose to raise his volume, could easily bring the labyrinth and all occupants within to tremble and shake. "And what have we here? An intruder within my home? It's been a long time since I've seen another...and such a beautiful elf you are too. How will you pay for trespassing?" There of course was a small gap between his legs that she might be able to slip through if she was quick and lucky due to the fact that he stood in a wide stance, ready for battle. However such a path would undoubtedly bring her close to his groin as well and Xatagar was well ready for her to try, it was a trick he had utilized many times before to outwit foolish individuals.
 

LataPaine

The Picky One
Joined
Jul 31, 2009
Location
East Coast, USA
Armelle’s eyes widen even further with each step the massive beast takes, practically feeling the hard, stone ground around her vibrating as his hooved feet clops down. She can even see a pebble here and there jumping, looking like a little jumping bean as he makes his way towards her direction. The closer her got, the better she can see him, seeing every bulging muscle and animalistic feature. When he drags his weapon against the wall, she sparks help show off his beastly appearance, brightening him up further where the torches aren’t able to light up.

Glancing lower, her violet eyes notices something bulging and hanging behind the loincloth. Even in the dim light, she can get a good idea of what’s growing, and as he gets closer, she can practically pick up his musk that’s now looming in the musty air. Hearing his booming voice reverberates through her body, further giving her a sense of dread while she sits there feeling so very helpless. If she still had her powers, she may have stood a chance, but she as he towers over her, she understands there isn’t anything she can do to stop him from doing anything he wants with her.

She can feel her heart racing, and as her body temperature rises, sweat glistens from her forehead. She has felt terrified and helpless before, but she has never felt like a lesser being than she does now. It takes her a brief moment to fight off her fear, allowing her to move once again as she steadily forces herself to stand on two feet. Even as she stands before the massive beast, the size difference is quite obvious. With her standing before him, she once again glances down when seeing his loincloth moving, watching as it slowly begins to rise.

“G-Get away, you foul beast!!” She suddenly blurts out before charging in his direction after noticing that the only way she can get away from him is through his legs. With him standing as wide as he is, there didn’t appear to be any way around him from his left or right. Normally, she wouldn’t just charge straight on at an enemy, but she just couldn’t think of any other way of escaping. Fearing the beast by devour her or worse, she makes an attempt to move in between his legs, feeling his girthy manhood rubbing against her shoulder as she does so.
 
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