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The Unlucky Fucking Crit! Reverse!

The fight in the woods had been... Well brutal. At least on Jason's side. Radris seemed to be be doing pretty damn good through most of it, until a few spells took him off guard, paving the way for a mass of ink-black tentacles to seize the svelte troll and bring the combat to a sudden stop.

"Well fuck," Jason panted, putting his hands on his knees through his robes as he attempted to get his breath back, just letting the troll squirm in the grip of those tentacles. "It's very rude to just pull out a sword and do a kickflip into a guys face without an introduction, you know? Fuckin'... Dick."

While he pulled out a canteen to get a drink, he wasn't paying attention to how those tentacles were 'restraining' Radris' effeminate form, forcing his legs spread, tying his hands behind his back in strappado. Nor did he see how they wormed their way under his clothes, gripping his thighs, or how one forced its way down his throat as an effective gag.

He had actually turned away to keep complaining, not giving Radris the dignity of even looking at him, not even watching as those tendrils forced their way up under his shirt to stroke and tease at his upper body, or how the ones on his thighs wormed their way up to his ass, the ends growing slick as something was secreted from unseen orifices.

It wasn't until he heard fabric ripping that Jason turned to actually look at his would-be attacker, seeing that the tentacles which were supposedly under his command had divested him of clothing entirely, as well as stuffing four of their number right up Radris' ass. The only reason the grey-skinned troll wasn't moaning like a cheap whore with any particular volume was because one had also lodged itself in his throat.

"Huh." The warlock was surprised by this turn of events, but then again not really. "These tentacles... They aren't a magical creation, are they?"

He asked this question to a crystal ball hanging in a leather sling on his hip. Normally, he'd have to do a lot of work to block out light before he'd get a response, but today was a rare day indeed since a voice that spoke without sound came out of it with no preparation.

C̴̤̈́ŏ̷̖r̶̥͛r̵̞̆e̵͎͒ć̷͜t̵͖͐.̴̹̔ ̴̻̂T̴͉͊h̴͓̽è̴̬y̴͌ͅ ̷͈̀a̵͐͜r̴͇̄e̴͙͑ ̸̢̍M̴̞̀ì̵̳ń̸͔e̴̠͛.̶̨̎

"Did you just get bored in your extra-dimensional horror day-spa?"

I̷̠̔ṅ̶͎ ̸̠̈p̶̢̂ă̵̘r̷̘̈́t̸̺͐.̶̠̿ ̷̰́B̸͍̀ų̸̃t̶͓̚ ̶̩̋ả̴̖l̸̫̈s̷̭̾o̸͈͘ ̷̢͒Ị̵̇ ̵̭̏f̴̡̀e̸͙̕l̵̡͂t̴̻͘ ̸̺̕y̵͓͛ơ̴̧ȕ̷̫ ̴̫̊d̶̗̈è̸̤s̴̲̈́e̶̟͗r̷̻͐v̸̮̽e̸̝̊ḑ̶̄ ̵̼̓ȃ̷̼.̴̤̆.̵̡̕.̶̋͜ ̶̥̓

The tentacles holding Radris shifted, lowering him to the ground, holding up horizontally so he was lying down in midair, legs spread, the tendrils in his ass receding until only the slender tips were still within, spreading him open on display, showing off just how thoroughly lubricated and needy the troll now was, that grey cock plumped with violet.

R̴͍͘e̷͙̕w̴͉̏a̵͙͝r̷̭̂d̴̬̒ ̵̖͗f̶̖̏ô̷̩r̷̢̃ ̴̝̈́ẏ̸̜ó̶̫u̵͈͒ ̸͇͘s̵̝̈́ư̷̩c̶͙̃c̴͚̅e̴͉̕s̶̮͒ŝ̴͜ ̸̰̉a̶̰͋g̴͎̔a̷̲͒i̴̟͒n̷̳̈́s̴͙̃t̷̖́ ̵̧͋s̷͚͒u̵̧͛c̸̡͋ḧ̶͙́ ̴̦̚a̴̟͠ ̷̹͊p̷̼̐ô̵̤w̸͔̌ē̸̻r̴̡̂f̴̟͌u̸̘̍l̷͎̍ ̵̙̑f̶̝̓o̸͚͋e̷̫͝.̷̜̐ ̷̿ͅĊ̶͙ṳ̴̂ǹ̵͉n̵̞͒i̵̟͑n̴̜̍g̸͙̈ ̵̯͆a̸̖̎n̵̨̍d̸͔̅ ̵͇̽L̵̞̾u̴̞͝c̴̝͠k̵̪̈́ ̸͔͘h̴̡͋a̸͖͋v̸͙̅è̵̹ ̸̯́s̶̠̚ȩ̷̏r̵̤͂v̷̗́ḙ̸͠d̸̻́ ̴̖̊y̴̰͘ŏ̴̥u̸̺̓ ̷̞̈́ŵ̶̰e̵̖͒l̵̞̅l̵̿ͅ,̸͎͋ ̴̹̐a̶̛̗n̸̤͆d̴̼͊ ̸̩͝ý̵̧o̷͙̓u̸̡̔ ̸͉͌h̶̹̄a̷͚͊v̴̱̓e̴̝͘ ̶̜̔e̶̼̐a̸̮̐r̷̞̍n̴̼̋ė̶͓d̵̼̋ ̸͙̿g̸̲̾r̶̤͌e̶̻̾ā̴̖t̸͔́ ̶̜͛p̶̼̕l̸̺̾e̸̖̚a̵̡̕s̸̮̔u̵̙͆r̶̭̐e̸͇̍,̶͜͝ ̷̟̽b̶̭͝ȗ̷͈ẗ̷̲́ ̸̤̏I̵̠͝ ̸̨̔c̴̦͋ą̶̛n̴͓̂n̴͎͆ȯ̸̟t̵̻̚ ̷̈́ͅm̷͍̆e̴̙͂r̶̙̒e̷͈̅l̴͍̈y̷̖͆ ̷͙͐f̸̣̍ǒ̴ͅr̶͓͠ç̷͋ḛ̵͐ ̵̯͊ĩ̷̺t̷̡͊ ̶͈̕ủ̴͙p̸͎̾ö̶̭́n̶͙̿ ̵̹͊ý̷ͅo̵͙̅ȕ̵̲ ̷̮́A̶̯͛l̵̪̇l̴͍̏ ̴̝͒ẗ̶͉h̶̖̓e̵̯̓ ̸̛̲T̷̮͝ǐ̸̖m̵̠̃e̴̙͌.̷͍̒ ̵͉̈

The pause here was... Expectant.

Ȳ̸̡o̴̙͐u̷͇͝ ̶͍̏m̶̺̃u̷̥͋s̷̨͊ṭ̴̕ ̸̹̽T̷̠̏Å̵̦K̴͎̾E̴̟̒ ̸͔̑ĭ̷̧ṫ̸͖ ̸̗̐f̴͖̀r̵̻͗o̷̦̔m̸̙͑ ̸͖͂t̸̬͐h̶̬̍i̴͍͝s̶͈̍ ̷͍̇ơ̵ͅṉ̴̌e̵̼͒.̴͇͝

Jason had done a lot of things for his unworldly Patron, who's name he dare not utter in most circumstances. Most of them were fun, as his Patron seemed to be a bit of a pervert. This looked like it was going to be one of those fun things.

Normally, Jason would balk at the idea of fucking someone who had been tied up and offered to him, unless that someone had consented ahead of time. (Losing a fight(that may have been to-the-death) didn't count as consent.)

Normally.

But Jason had done many things for his Patron, and in return his Patron had done many things for Jason, altering his body, and in certain ways his mind.

One such alteration was that his cock, while perfectly normal when he wasn't horny, actively transformed even as it grew erect. It went from being an average human penis to being a long, girthy, bulging, veiny, inhuman thing built to bring mind-breaking pleasure. Complete with small, fleshy protrusions that made sure no sensitive spot in a lover was lacking stimulaion.

From what Jason could tell, his mind also became more clouded by his lust when he was hard than most had to deal with since his Pact was made, and seeing Radris like that, trussed up, spread open, hard, blushing, dripping?

It felt like blood was draining from his brain and rushing to his cock as it transformed, a monstrously disproportionate bulge rapidly pulsing against his robe as it grew, and moral objections to making use of this free fuckhole were getting harder and harder to think of.

Was it this hot before? Why does he always wear such heavy robes?

Sweaty, panting, Jason stripped right there, until he was naked, over a foot of unnatural cock jutting out from his pelvis and throbbing, leaking with need. He stumbled forwards, almost falling into Radris, using the restrained figure for support, monstercock landing on troll dick, dwarfing it in almost every aspect as the slender-yet-fat-assed human reflexively started to grind against him.

"Ohhhhh fuck," he gasped, his eyes unfocused as his hands trailed along Radris body, his face buried in the troll's neck. "Fuuuuuck fuckfuck, I don't think... I don't think I'm gonna be able to stop myself here... S-sorry dude..."

Radris didn't have much opportunity to object, not with a thick tentacle sliding in and out of his throat, pumping who-knew-what almost directly into his stomach, certainly not to that inhuman log of eldritch fuckmeat dragging its way down his own less-complicated shaft, until the tip was nestled under his sack, resting snugly against his carefully-spread hole.

"I hope.... Fuck I hope it's not too much for you..." Jason hissed through clenched teeth as he started to push, groaning and shivering in oversensitivity as he forced his way into that inviting ass, deeper and deeper, those protrusions teasing and scraping at every fold of Radris' innards, and the sheer size of it all making a massive bulge in the troll's flat stomach. Maybe it was troll biology, maybe it was a gift from his eldritch patron, but Jason managed to fit every last inch of his cock inside that ass, his heavy, sweaty sack pressed flush to those violet-tinged grey cheeks.

"Oh my fucking fuuuuuck," he breathed out as he rolled his hips, grinding as deep as he could, the thin slippery slime from the tendrils that had stuffed the troll earlier forced out around his intrusion with every movement. "I have... So much frustration.... To fuck into you."

Suddenly, he bit into that grey neck, growling in a way that was ever-so-slightly not human, and began to fuck.

He didn't just thrust, he didn't gradually increase his pace, he pulled out almost to the tip, and slammed back in to the very hilt, over and over again, hard enough to make that fat troll ass ripple as his balls repeatedly crashed into it.

Birds took off at the rapid sound of sweaty flesh on flesh, the sound of inhuman snarling forcing its way out of Jason's throat as his teeth dug deep enough to leave a long-lasting mark or two in the troll's skin. The human's arms were wrapped around that slender grey body, fingernails clawing at his back as he took him like an animal, no, like a mindless thing hellbent on destroying its prey through brutal ecstasy.

And when Jason came, it was within Radris' deepest reaches, his cock swelling, flaring with every thick rope of tar-thick, and tar-dark corrupted seed, he collapsed on top of the suspended troll, his body heaving with every breath.

Ḧ̴̺́ẽ̸̻ ̵̩͑l̴̯̃i̷̭̎k̴͕͆e̶̗͠s̴̝͆ ̸̭̚ǐ̷̱t̸̯̉.̴͇͂

"Wh-"

I̷̷̗̙̾̚ c̸̭̅å̷̘ň̷̺ ̵̟̑s̸̝̊ê̷̳e̶̞̽ ̵͖͂h̸͙̄ȉ̷̘s̴̨͠ ̸̘̕t̴̟̓h̸͙̓ȍ̵̰ȕ̵̯g̴̻̓h̵̯̎t̶̝͐ṣ̸̐.̸̢̓ ̴̬̿H̴̱͝ḯ̸̖ś̴̢ ̴̤͂k̵͖̏ḭ̸̾n̵̈ͅd̸̝̊ ̵͍̍w̷̪͝o̷̳̾r̶̡̐s̴͙͋h̸̝͂i̶̦͑p̸̺̉ ̷̠̔m̷͙͑i̶͙̾n̸̖͊ę̵̔,̶͍͂ ̴̤͂s̴̹̀ò̷͇ ̶̙͂İ̶͈ ̴̤͝h̷̦́a̵̗̐v̶͍̐e̷̤̅ ̸̙̄a̵̧̓ ̴͕̀d̴̼͐ǒ̸͙o̸͈͠r̷̩̅ẅ̸̺́â̷̘y̷̰̋ ̶̀ͅȋ̴̺n̵̬̈́t̷̻̍ỏ̵̰ ̴̲̏h̴̠͘i̷͈͘s̴̺̓ ̶̰̕m̷͇͐ȋ̴̼n̶̬̐d̶͎̔,̴̭̂ ̶̢̒i̸̯̐f̵͓̄ ̷̻̂ö̸̭ṅ̷̦l̴̙̈́y̶̢̽ ̵̮͘a̵̮͐ ̸̙̇s̸̨̃m̷̬̑a̶͓̔l̴͎͌l̸̦̽ ̷̰̀o̷̩̚n̷̰̽e̷͔͋.̶͇́ ̵̺͐B̵̛̹e̶͙͑s̷͓̽d̵͇̐i̵̧̓ḙ̷͐s̷̪̚.̶̗̾.̴̠͘.̵̙̈́.̸̙̓ ̴͚̓L̷͔͠o̶͓̾ö̷̪́ḵ̸̔ ̷̥͠a̴̪̓t̸͇̽ ̸̺͋h̶͍̃í̷͖š̷̫ ̷̥̈f̸͚̾a̷̤͘c̵͙̅ẽ̵̤.̸̨̋

Jason lifted his head enough, lifted his body enough to watch as another tendril gently cradled Radris' head, pushing it up to show Jason fluttering eyelids, a heated blush, every indicator possible that he was blissed out in orgasmic pleasure.

Also, Jason realized when he looked down to see copious violet smeared between the two of them, still dribbling from that hard cock that was pressed against his stomach.

The Patron needed to say nothing else. The mere thought that his opponent was enjoying this treatment...

Well, what birds had taken the momentary refractory period to return to their roosts soon realized their mistake as Jason got to work again.

And again...

And again......

Those birds might just want to go find a new part of the forest to live in.

#ic #alternianwarhound #Translation: Correct. They are Mine.#Translation: In part. But also I felt you deserved a...#Translation: Reward for you success against such a powerful foe.#Cunning and Luck have served you well and you have earned great pleasure but I cannot merely force it upon you All the Time.#Translation: You must TAKE it from this one.#rape tw #noncon tw #dubcon tw #Translation: He likes it #Translation: I can see his thoughts. His kind worships mine so I have a doorway into his mind if only a small one. Besides... Look at his #face

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