Leirbag's Staircase - Chp 1

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The moment Halsing turned to check on Garm, he found the giant making a show of undressing, letting his clothes drop where they may as he approached the orc without shame or hesitation.

"You ready for this?" he asked, staring deep into Halsing's eyes. His own meat was fully erect, brushing against Halsing's, the human's natural musk already thick in the air.

Halsing took a deep breath. The human's smell was powerful indeed. For once he was letting himself become intoxicated by it, no restraint. No pushing back against his urges. Just let them soak his mind. Grip his consciousness.

"Let's go." He said, his hands reaching down to grope the man's ass.

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A lurid grunt rumbled from Garm's throat as he felt Halsing touch his chiseled rear, the giant slipping his own hand around the orc's waist. Closing his eyes, he moved in for a kiss, stroking the back of Halsing's head as the two felt their lips meet.

Halsing kissed back, slowly dragging the tower of a man towards the podium at the center of the laboratory. The cloth and the mattress he had prepare would make for poor cushioning but at least the structure was solid. They would be hard-pressed to make it crumble, like they did with Garm's bed back in the brothel.

"Ride me." Ordered Halsing, breaking the kiss and laying down. The orc grabbed his cock and pointed it upwards, giving Garm a clear spot where to sit.

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Garm flashed the scholar a wolfish grin. He thumped his massive chest like a wardrum, psyching himself up as he watched Halsing lay down.

Halsing felt the floor under him shake as the giant stepped into position above the orc's readied shaft. The orc felt the air shift as the mountain of muscle that was Garm squatted - the mage's tip barely touching the cleft of the man's ass cheeks. He only had to look at Garm's face to know it was intentional. One final tease before the main event.

As if having lost no momentum, the giant slammed his rear down on Halsing's cock, burying it down to the root. The sudden heat, the tightness as Garm clenched his insides around the orc's meat, was a masterclass on the giant's profession.

Slowly, he rose up, pulling at Halsing's manhood - threatening to pull out as he exposed more of it to the cruel, cold air. *THWOMP!* Down he went again! Ass swallowing the shaft whole!

The giant breathed in a sharp intake of air. "Nothing better than orc cock," he rasped, his own cock throbbing as it slapped down on Halsing's abdomen like a club.

Halsing exhaled in delight as his cock hilted into Garm's warm, welcoming ass. The orc felt the now familiar rush of hot, searing blood pulsate up his neck, like the caress of a demon, and fill his head with the powerful need to fuck the giant.
Big hands grabbed onto Garm's thighs, holding him in place as new strength filled Halsing's hips. As Garm descended down his cock, the orc's pelvis rammed up, smacking his flesh against his partner's ass.

"Oh..fuck...I can't wait..." He huffed with a half smirk of desire, looking at Garm. "I can't wait to become one with you again. Fuck...Just look at this..." The orc clenched his pecs to lift the gargantuan cock up to his lips and tentatively licked it. "It's going to be all mine."

At that point, Halsing was way past the point of no-return. He had reached it rather quickly this time. A testament to orc libido and Halsing's willpower.

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Garm bit his lip, stifling a would-be whimper into a shuddering moan in his throat as he took every bit of Halsing's thrusts. "Fuck," he said, the giant timing his breaths to match the tempo of his and Halsing's thrusts. And every time he crashed against the orc's groin, Garm's cock squeezed along the groove between Halsing's pecs, grinding hard and fast as it eagerly awaited more of the orc's affections.

"Don't stop!" he huffed. "I fuckin' want you - NEED you - inside me...!"

Halsing's lucidity came back for only a moment. Only a smidgeon of control to remind Garm of their plan.

"Remember...grn...Remember you're sitting back this time... I'm in... chARGE! "

The last word came out as a half roar. The last of the orc's rational thought abandoned him, finally becoming possessed by his orcish lust.
His muscles suddenly clenched, veins popping on their surface as Halsing felt the powerful sexually-induced strength of his race empower him.

His movements became faster, wilder. His eyes glared red and the subtlest of thumps echoed in the darker corners of the professor's laboratory.

The fusion ritual was starting.

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In tandem with Halsing, Garm roared, throwing his head back as felt the orc's manhood swell inside him. All the human could do was keep going, unable to pull out even if wanted to. Halsing could see the look on the giant's face as Garm stared upwards, a man enthralled and enraptured.

"Yes!" he breathed. "Yes! Y-y-yooour in cha-ha-haaaaaaaaaahHHRRGE-!!"

Drums.

Drums thumped alongside the depraved smack of flesh against flesh. The darkness in the corner of the room was their foothold, their origin. As they grew in intensity so did the shadows that creeped towards the rutting couple, lecherous shades attracted by the energy Halsing was exhuding.

There were no more words in the orc. Only lust. Only the mindless exquisite sensations of the ritual coursed through his mind. He grunted, feeling Garm's ass squeeze down on his member, spurring him to thrust faster, deeper, harder!

Then the shadows submerged them and Halsing howled in delight. There it was, the electric pleasure of unity. He could already feel Garm. The giant was being drawn to him, and no matter what he did, he would belong to him. The drums were becoming louder, they were beating faster, tracing a frantic rythm that was only intensifying, until...!

A chime in the dark.

A moment of lucidity. Halsing opened his eyes and saw Garm, sweating, heaving on top of his cock. His form made of glistening sapphire. Like stars, the familiar crude runes danced under the gem-like surface of his skin.

Halsing was drawn to them. The urge to know them was as strong as the urge to fuck. But he knew, alas, that it was not the time yet. This ancestral magic was not for him to understand. It was for him to experience.

There they were. The stone dolmen, the grass fields of that secret plane where the fusion would take place.

Halsing relaxed. He strerched his neck backwards, resting his head against the stone table and allowed the sensations to wash over him. He had an instinct to do so. No thoughts. No rationlization, just the bliss.

The drums retuned, the reprieve was over. Halsing moaned in delight as a wave of pleasure crashed over him. The overwhelming force of the ritual was taking hold. He looked up at Garm, and saw his body being delectably constricted down. A ghostly caress was making the giant shrink, compress down onto his cock. Halsing could feel it. The borders of their bodies had already been blurred. Garm was being melded into him.
Into his groin.

The orc didn't think about it. A reflection perhaps of their new dynamic. Maybe the ritual understood the relationship they desired out of it. Maybe Garm simply had accepted Halsing as his master this time. Or maybe it was just luck.

Be as it may, Garm was losing his humanoid shape. His blue crystaline sillhouette slowly being molded into a thick spire of stone, until the giant was nothing but a massive towering cock cut out of saphire jutting out of the orc's groin.

Halsing could only admire Garm. His own emerald hands reached for it, touching its glistening surface. The contact caused a discharge of pleasure, an echo of an echo that made Halsing arch his back as red lightning rocked his very soul.
Garm wasn't gone. He was in there, awake and moaning in bliss just like him. He had conceded control, yes, but his mind and his desires were very much present.

Halsing embraced it. His arms held the gigantic cock against his chest and he squeezed it hard. He felt the cock pulse and finally erupt. His toes clenched, the orc felt his body change. He was growing, bigger, more muscular. He was becoming Halgarm again.
He kept growing and transforming until the size of his body met the size of his cock. There he was. Halgarm in the flesh.

Shaking in bliss his massive body finally dropped from that secret plane where the ritual was concluded. He felt the fabric against his back, drenched in sweat and the moist stickyness of his own cum on his chest.

"We're... I'm back." Said Halgarm. The fusion stared at his huge hands and smiled. Then his eyes traveled back onto the massive member still throbbing against his chest.
"We're not... all there." He observed running a finger up his lenght and bitting his lip. "But I can tell something is different up here." The half orc, half giant touched his forehead. He felt more conscious, more controlled than last time

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From his sensitive loins, Halgarm felt an afterglow spread outward, caressing his renewed form like the warmth of a distant sun.

A familiar sense of pride filled him, pride of self, pride of heritage, tempered by an inner peace that had not been there the first time. He could feel it in every breath he made, and every pulse in the meat cradled between his pecs.

The giant half-orc stood up and hit the ceiling with the top of his head.

"Ouch! Shit..." Said the fusion bending slightly forward and rubbing the sore skin.
"Maybe we should have done this somewhere else..." Halgarm took a step forward hearing the floorboards creak under his new weight. A pang of worry crossed the fusion's mind. He wasn't about to destroy his own home now. Carefully he balanced himself over the most solid floorboards until he reached his desk.

"I'm gonna need... a sample. If I can gauge the magical essence with our body I could very well get some clue of the nature of this joining..." He mumbled to himself.
He picked a measuring glass and tried to take some of the dripping cum out of his chest.
" Hmm... this one is already... stuck... "He grunted in frustration. His softening cock however almost imediately stood at full attention.
"Or I could get a fresh sample
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Halgarm chuckled. He could indulge his lecherous half. After all he did what he asked of him

He dropped the glass on the desk and grabbed his massive cock with both his hands. He started caressing it, rubbing along its length with accelerating breath. Halgarm surprised himself ejaculating in merely a couple of minutes. It was surprisingly easy to coax a bountiful load out of his member, one that unfortunately splattered mostly out of the glass and omto his desk.

Knees weak from his climax, Halgarm grunted in frustration as he corked the glass and placed it inside a magically bound box, where the cum would be preserved for further study.

"We're gonna have to work on our aim."

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The half-orc felt his tip swell in response, bouncing almost of its own accord. Or had it? Something about the way it moved brought a smile to Halgarm's face...

Satisfied, the fusion started cleaning the mess they had caused. Fortunately, Halsing had been careful to leave a pail of water and some wet rags around.

Eventually Halgarm was done, and the huge hybrid laid down on the podium. The cleaning had given his cock the opportunity to soften a bit. The half-orc adjusted his position.
He wasn't on the most comfortable of beds, but at least he could stretch out his size without hitting the walls. He laid down staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his amalgamated mind.

It was easier to think this time, he noted. Less conflicting thoughts, even if he essentially was in a state of perperual semi arousal.
It would subside, he thought.

He gave his cock a tentative flex. The length hardening ever so subtly against his leg.

"Goodnight." He chuckled to himself.

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It took a while for Halgarm to find the oblivion of sleep. Alone, but not alone, his mind wandered as he lay there in bed.

Both Halsing's and Garm's memories dappled across the stream of his subconscious. Some were barely a flicker of an image, silently fading into the background. The ones that the half-orc saw the most clearly – the ones he gave the most attention to – were of moments his two halves had shared together, had been together.

He remembered the first time the two had met each other, the awkwardness of it all. Like someone rereading a novel, the hybrid knew and felt all the secrets behind the orc and human's interactions. In a way, it made the situation all the more amusing, especially whenever thoughts of the two butting heads came to mind.

Before the shadow of sleep took hold, however, one final image past through Halgarm's mind. It was that of a boy, a human boy, standing before a towering orc. Both looked familiar, yet he could make out neither of their faces.

A part of him grew anxious, a tightness in his chest distracting him long enough for the memory to dissipate back into nothingness.

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Bird song. Halgarm's eyes fluttered open. The sound of a distant bell rang ten times soon after.