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Let's move along to chapter 6 now. I kinda struggled with this one, so thought i try something different with this one. Ok, i struggled allot with this one.
Iron Bull belongs to dragon age
Al belongs to me
Al laid on the cold wooden floors, staring up at the stone roof. He rose to his feet, and looked at his surrounding. It was a small room, with a large bed b queen sized by the look of it. Plain white covers and pillows, nothing to fancy. There were two wooden doors, each on one side of them room. He looked out one door, and saw allot of people walking around. Al was about to go out there, but upon closer inspection of the characters, didn't. Each one was dressed for combat, and had weapons on them. Al softly closed the door and fell to the floor.
“If I try to go out there, someone might kill me, thinking I was a spy. Ugh. Wished Elias had given me more to work with.” Al thought back to being inside the magic man’s enormous gut. Hearing all that Elias had to share was a bit overwhelming. “Free,” saying the name out loud was enough to punch him in the gut. He rose to his feet and stepped towards the other door. But as soon as he was about to open door, it slammed itself into him, knocking him to the ground. He was hit with such force, that he only had time to hear one word: Kadan.
It was funny. You would think with The amount of time he gets knocked out, that he would have some serious head trauma. He was back in the void, which he learned was a pocket dimension for him and Free. But it looked empty again. Kinda made one wonder if Al’s suffering is more like a side gig.
Al groaned as he rubbed his head. Why was everything spinning? He looked to his side, and thought he was about to pass out again from overreacting. Next to him, was a naked man. Or least that's what he looked like from the confused bed mate. The guy next to him was pretty buff, and had strange tattoos along his shoulders area. Everything about him looked him, even the foot and half long erection that was between Al’s legs. But what kinda threw him for a loop wasn’t the huge bull horns on his, or even the metallic eyepatch on his left eye. What confused him was the fact that they were both naked in bed. Al felt his face burning bright red as he felt his hand instinctively go for the man's pecs, with their dark brown nipples. The man moaned at the touch, still sleeping. He grabbed the boy by his arms and threw him on top of his stomach, laying on his back as he was still out cold. Al just kept going, groping the man's pecs, which strangely was relaxing. The man groaned until he couldn't stop himself. Without no distinct warning, the man lunged for al's head with his mouth wide opened. The overwhelmed boy was too slow to react, and his head was pulled into the man's thick gullet. The boy could feel the man's rough thick fingers running along his body. But was shocked to realize that the man was just finding a place to push from. And he found it. It happened fast. The man had one hand on Al’s bulge face on his throat, and the other pushing the boy’s boner against his body. And all at once, slid the entire body into his mouth. Al didn't know how to feel about the rough hand on his private area, or the human teeth rubbing quickly against his butt. But he kinda liked the feeling of the tongue on his private. It hit him. This was the first time that he was actually eaten in the nude. And not sure why, but he kinda liked it. He now sat curled up into a ball in the large naked man, who not only heard him smack his lips, but barely woke up. Al could hear him yawning over the constant heartbeat that rang in his ear.
The naked man stretched, oddly full. He rubbed his one good eye and swung himself off the bed. He must have been seriously out of it, cause up until he put his pants on, he didn't even pay attention to the seven foot bulgy gut he had now. He groaned in anger as he saw the squirming belly of his.
“Unbelievable. Not only did a Imekari find my love nest,” Said the large man, slapping the gut. “But also must be a victim of Saar-qamek. Or else he would have known to never sexually arouse the Iron Bull in his sleep.” He slapped the belly a few more times cause he was so flustered. The belly responded with a few moans and groans with shaking. The iron bull picked up the clothes he removed from the Imekari, or child in other languages, and put them into a nearby torch holder, which flames grew larger. The naked man sighed. “Well, guess he'll have to make due, adding more to my Nehrappan line.” It took the bull a minute to adjust to the squirming gut, but managed to put on his pants again. Even though his Nehrappan, or rather his belt, got more newly made holes, out was still something he didn't care for. “Argh. I need a beer.” He walked over to the bed and reached under it to grab what he had brought. A wooden keg of beer, just as heavy as the boy felt in his gut. He wanted to share this with his kadan, meaning his lover, but the needed to drown the squirming mess in his belly. And this was the good stuff too. He popped off the cork of the barrel, and chugged down the beer like a toddler that was drinking from a sippy cup with no lid. His snack must have not cared for it, cause it squirmed like crazy, feet and hand bulges popping out, with a rare case of the snack’s face sticking out. Barrel half empty, the squirming stopped. The big guy groaned and cough as the alcohol burned in his throat. The belly did a quick jolt, the sound of a hiccup being muffled through all the fat. Iron bull smacked his belly, followed with rubs. “Looks like someone can't hold their liquor down.” Not like he was one to talk, as he laid back down on the bed. He moaned for a bit, from both the pain of his more stretched out belly, and the pleasure of the soft movements the boy was doing in his gut. “That's right. Shok. Shok.” He really liked the shok, or struggle the boy was giving him pleasure from. “Taarsidath-an halsaam.” He snored, saying what he wanted from this whole experience he was put through. ‘I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect.' As he slept off his meal, while his mouth was wide open with his snoring, Al’s hiccups escaped through the opening. The alcohol not only burned the buff man's throat, but made his stomach acid burn faster. In less than five minutes into his nap, the bull’s belly shrank down from a good nine feet. And now sat in a solid three foot muscle gut.
This was another new experience for Al. He never drank before. And he hated it. He found himself walking in a dark jungle like area, which was weird cause he vaguely remembered being in bed naked with a naked bull. He wandered the dark jungle area, till he fell off a ledge, the sound from him was more, “Wheeeee!!” rather than screaming.
Iron Bull belongs to dragon age
Al belongs to me
Al laid on the cold wooden floors, staring up at the stone roof. He rose to his feet, and looked at his surrounding. It was a small room, with a large bed b queen sized by the look of it. Plain white covers and pillows, nothing to fancy. There were two wooden doors, each on one side of them room. He looked out one door, and saw allot of people walking around. Al was about to go out there, but upon closer inspection of the characters, didn't. Each one was dressed for combat, and had weapons on them. Al softly closed the door and fell to the floor.
“If I try to go out there, someone might kill me, thinking I was a spy. Ugh. Wished Elias had given me more to work with.” Al thought back to being inside the magic man’s enormous gut. Hearing all that Elias had to share was a bit overwhelming. “Free,” saying the name out loud was enough to punch him in the gut. He rose to his feet and stepped towards the other door. But as soon as he was about to open door, it slammed itself into him, knocking him to the ground. He was hit with such force, that he only had time to hear one word: Kadan.
It was funny. You would think with The amount of time he gets knocked out, that he would have some serious head trauma. He was back in the void, which he learned was a pocket dimension for him and Free. But it looked empty again. Kinda made one wonder if Al’s suffering is more like a side gig.
Al groaned as he rubbed his head. Why was everything spinning? He looked to his side, and thought he was about to pass out again from overreacting. Next to him, was a naked man. Or least that's what he looked like from the confused bed mate. The guy next to him was pretty buff, and had strange tattoos along his shoulders area. Everything about him looked him, even the foot and half long erection that was between Al’s legs. But what kinda threw him for a loop wasn’t the huge bull horns on his, or even the metallic eyepatch on his left eye. What confused him was the fact that they were both naked in bed. Al felt his face burning bright red as he felt his hand instinctively go for the man's pecs, with their dark brown nipples. The man moaned at the touch, still sleeping. He grabbed the boy by his arms and threw him on top of his stomach, laying on his back as he was still out cold. Al just kept going, groping the man's pecs, which strangely was relaxing. The man groaned until he couldn't stop himself. Without no distinct warning, the man lunged for al's head with his mouth wide opened. The overwhelmed boy was too slow to react, and his head was pulled into the man's thick gullet. The boy could feel the man's rough thick fingers running along his body. But was shocked to realize that the man was just finding a place to push from. And he found it. It happened fast. The man had one hand on Al’s bulge face on his throat, and the other pushing the boy’s boner against his body. And all at once, slid the entire body into his mouth. Al didn't know how to feel about the rough hand on his private area, or the human teeth rubbing quickly against his butt. But he kinda liked the feeling of the tongue on his private. It hit him. This was the first time that he was actually eaten in the nude. And not sure why, but he kinda liked it. He now sat curled up into a ball in the large naked man, who not only heard him smack his lips, but barely woke up. Al could hear him yawning over the constant heartbeat that rang in his ear.
The naked man stretched, oddly full. He rubbed his one good eye and swung himself off the bed. He must have been seriously out of it, cause up until he put his pants on, he didn't even pay attention to the seven foot bulgy gut he had now. He groaned in anger as he saw the squirming belly of his.
“Unbelievable. Not only did a Imekari find my love nest,” Said the large man, slapping the gut. “But also must be a victim of Saar-qamek. Or else he would have known to never sexually arouse the Iron Bull in his sleep.” He slapped the belly a few more times cause he was so flustered. The belly responded with a few moans and groans with shaking. The iron bull picked up the clothes he removed from the Imekari, or child in other languages, and put them into a nearby torch holder, which flames grew larger. The naked man sighed. “Well, guess he'll have to make due, adding more to my Nehrappan line.” It took the bull a minute to adjust to the squirming gut, but managed to put on his pants again. Even though his Nehrappan, or rather his belt, got more newly made holes, out was still something he didn't care for. “Argh. I need a beer.” He walked over to the bed and reached under it to grab what he had brought. A wooden keg of beer, just as heavy as the boy felt in his gut. He wanted to share this with his kadan, meaning his lover, but the needed to drown the squirming mess in his belly. And this was the good stuff too. He popped off the cork of the barrel, and chugged down the beer like a toddler that was drinking from a sippy cup with no lid. His snack must have not cared for it, cause it squirmed like crazy, feet and hand bulges popping out, with a rare case of the snack’s face sticking out. Barrel half empty, the squirming stopped. The big guy groaned and cough as the alcohol burned in his throat. The belly did a quick jolt, the sound of a hiccup being muffled through all the fat. Iron bull smacked his belly, followed with rubs. “Looks like someone can't hold their liquor down.” Not like he was one to talk, as he laid back down on the bed. He moaned for a bit, from both the pain of his more stretched out belly, and the pleasure of the soft movements the boy was doing in his gut. “That's right. Shok. Shok.” He really liked the shok, or struggle the boy was giving him pleasure from. “Taarsidath-an halsaam.” He snored, saying what he wanted from this whole experience he was put through. ‘I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect.' As he slept off his meal, while his mouth was wide open with his snoring, Al’s hiccups escaped through the opening. The alcohol not only burned the buff man's throat, but made his stomach acid burn faster. In less than five minutes into his nap, the bull’s belly shrank down from a good nine feet. And now sat in a solid three foot muscle gut.
This was another new experience for Al. He never drank before. And he hated it. He found himself walking in a dark jungle like area, which was weird cause he vaguely remembered being in bed naked with a naked bull. He wandered the dark jungle area, till he fell off a ledge, the sound from him was more, “Wheeeee!!” rather than screaming.
Category Story / Vore
Species Taur (Other)
Gender Male
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I know right? I love him so much. Wish there was more vore with him.
Agreed! So strongly agreed--he's like the perfect pred. Big guy needs more pudge on that paunch he sports
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