Leirbag's Staircase - Chp 1

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The human flashed a wide grin. "Lucky for you, I ain't lookin' for gold this time." Turning Halsing around, Garm tapped the orc on the ass to have him lead the way to the giant's familiar room downstairs. Past colorful drapery meant to soften the noise from rooms already in use, the two had to squeeze through the narrow hallway - a problem Garm had no issue in as his girth pushed against Halsing's rear.

Garm's room was large enough for a goose-feathered bed and pillows, some of its being used as carpets to cover the cold stone floor. A single lantern hung from the wall, its soft candlelight all that kept the darkness at bay.

"Here's the deal," said the human, stepping forward till his pecs pushed against Halsing's. "Instead of money, what's say we go for somethin'... better?" The human teased at the orc's nipple as he gently pinched it with a hand. He lowered his voice as he motioned his face mere inches from Halsing's. His breath filled the orc's lungs as he spoke, "Fuse with me."

Halsing's eyes widened at the indecent proposition. His hand clenched the coin purse, trembling.

"W-what?" He recoiled, taking a step backwards.

- Fusion? How does he know. - Thought the orc. That was orc magic. Deep, strange and most of all forbidden orc magic. A taint upon the world, said to be one of the most vile things an orc can do.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about."

[Hmm... roll a contested Manipulation + Subterfuge check.]

[4,5]

*Rollz*

"That right," murred Garm, his eyes smoldering over a warm smile. "Never heard of two men doin' it so long and hard they end up sharin' more than just a bed together? Cuz, if I heard right, a talent like that could open a whole lotta doors, maybe even scratch that itch you got for good."

There was a clench of fury in the orc's jaw when he heard the word "talent". 

"I just...I just want to get rid of this!" Said the orc, his painful erection starting to get him really frustrated. "Will you help me or not?!"

Halsing's eyes were starting to look blood-shot. He had never been so long without a session. He could feel his control slipping. The professor could feel his will starting to waver.

Why not just force himself on Garm. Who would care? He could just pin him down, like he imagined he'd do to Tobias. Just jump on him. Violate him. He'd probably enjoy it anyway. He was just another whore. 

Halsing's breathing was becoming agitated. His shoulders hunched, his neck craned. The purse on his hand dropped on the floor.

"I...I need...I..." The orc's voice was becoming gutural. Drool started to dribble from his lower jaw.

"I..."

Then silence. The orc stood still...Breathing...Shivering. His hands stretched, fingers curled like claws.

Then he struck- The mild-mannered town professor jumped forward like a monster, putting all his weight into a mindless, brutal grapple to topple the giant into the mattress.

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Garm's surprise was written all over his face when the Halsing came at him, and while he had proven time and again to be stronger than the orc during previous get-togethers, the sudden shift of weight as the scholar sprung upon him sent the giant toppling backwards onto the bed!

The giant's legs couldn't even land back onto the bed. Halsing had already jumped forward,  cock hard, legs spread. He was huffing in both pain and desire, a deep longing that transcended will itself. The professor gone, only the orc was left.

It had been too long before that part of him had been indulged- and It- was not going to wait anymore.

Orcs needed to fuck. They needed to grow. They needed to change and spread into the world. They were embodiments of lust, chaos, desire and all its primal untamed forces. Their nature was part of the truth of the world-and no matter how strong a will, no matter what laws or institutions- their hunger would be satisfied.

Garm's legs fell on Halsing's clenched shoulders with a thud, leaving his ass completely exposed. He could barely articulate a word before the swollen cock between the orc's hands was pressed into his ass. No lube needed, the already overflowing juices on Halsing's member had lubricated it almost unnaturaly. There was no resistance, he simply entered him, filling him with a fullness the orc had never given him before.

Then came a thrust, and the powerful glutes of the giant were rocked by an impact of the orc's pelvis. Halsing hilted himself in a single thrust, and like a wild beast, started to pound him.

Halsing himself said nothing. His eyes were blurred, the regular dark sclera was now a deep red, while the cerulean of his irises had been tainted by the red hue into an unnatural, yet oddly beautiful crimson.

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The sudden onslaught left the human grunting deep and hard, what outrage there may have been on his face struggling to find purchase as he gasped between Halsing's thrusts. The giant's knuckles turned white as he gripped the fabric of his bed. Even compromised, his ass cheeks clenched hard and strong the moment he felt the orc was fully inside him, jealously fighting Halsing's efforts to pull back - only to turn soft as supple meat come the inevitable thrust.

Of his cock, it was already at full mast, swelling, arching, bounding up and down in tandem with Halsing's tempo - taunting the orc with its masculine scent.

Sweat trickled down Halsing's back, as his shoulderblades clenched to keep those mountaneous legs in place. The orc seemed tireless, insatiable- He rammed into Garm's ass possessed of an energy that defied his size. Indeed, while the orc was at least a head shorter than the human- A rare ocurrence, given the average orc was taller than most humans- Halsing's body seemed to radiate strength. The strength to subdue a man bigger than him.

"Ugh...Uogh..." Between animalistic grunts, Halsing was completely lost in his madness. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Any drop of lucidity he had left, kept him withdrawn in his own head, fascinated, stunned by his own display of strength. Despite the rutting having been going for at least a third of an hour, the orc's stamina seemed boundless. Garm was flipped over, set on all fours and rammed. He was flipped over again, and made to ride orc dick till he was about to cum, only to be forced onto his back once again and thoroughly fucked. The bed had started to wince and groan under such ardouous fucking, the wood creaking worringly. But he was not done. Halsing would not stop.

The slapping of bodies, the moans, the accelerated breathing. They were a cacophony of sounds, chaotic, primal and enchanting. They made no sense to the pair at first. After long minutes of intense fucking, Garm found himself starting  to percieve an intrudding subtlety in them.

Drums...The sound of drums was resonating from the corners of the room. Their tempo echoing the slaps, the grunts, the moans. Something was happening. Something neither the giant nor the orc could stop now.


Halsing felt it too. The stuff of magic was surrounding them. An old, terrible power, an anathema to law and order was swirling around them, around their bodies. It seemed to steal the light from the room, surrounding the couple in perfect darkness- And yet, Halsing could see Garm. And Garm could see Halsing. They only saw each other. They could only see each other.

"What...What have we done?" Asked the orc all of a sudden. His lust had all but dissapeared. He was still lustful...but oddly lucid. He could think, even more clearly than before. He saw Garm, postrated under him, his orc cock lodged in his ass. His body still thrusting hard into the human.

A pang of pleasure came, and a chime echoed amongst the drums. As its sound faded into the darkness, Halsing saw his body change.

His skin was no longer the colour of muddy green water. It had become a glistening green, like a deep emerald. He stared down at his chest, surprised. He saw golden runes shimmer along its surface- Unknowable, crude and and ancient- They danced and spread, like tribal markings over his body. Then his eyes moved to Garm.
The giant was like him, glistening like a man made of living gemstone, but instead of green he was a shining hue of blue. Runes also danced over his ample pectorals, his arms and his legs.

"This is...We've started the fusion!" Said Halsing, realizing all of a sudden what this all meant.

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"D-Don't stop!" begged Garm, the human's voice heaving as his attentions split between the orc and his own body. His toes curled, he wrapped his legs around Halsing, crushing them tight against the radiant green flesh!

This wasn't sex. This wasn't just innocent frolicking just to sate their needs. No, what they were doing was more complex, more profound.

"A ritual!" Said Halsing between deep gasps. The legs locked him in place. Not that there was any need. The orc could not have stopped fucking Garm even if he put all of his will into it. Despite his state of consciouness, the orc was a slave to his body. The energy of the ritual had taken over and he could only watch himself fuck the giant human.

An ancient rite. One, Halsing feared, would change him forever.

The beating of the drums accelerated, and so did the pace of his thrusts. The orc had to admit, this was fascinating. Enthralling. Delightful. Much to his chagrin, he was enjoying the sensations, the building tension, the intimacy. It still felt wrong, to him, of course. But there was undeniable physical satisfaction in it, and a part of him wanted to know. A part of him was curious to see what they had started to an end.

The darkness around them shifted, revealing a strange view. The silks of the room had long dissapeared, but now the couple saw themselves laying on a table of stone in the middle of an endless field of green wild grass. Around them, gigantic stone dolmens of dark granite. Runes carved upon them gleamed with the same scintillating light than the stars in the night above.

They were in a different place. A secret place. A plane beyond reality, beyond flesh.

Here, they intuitively knew, they would become one.

Out of instinct, Halsing gripped the cock slapping against his belly. His hands closed around Garm's girth, and started rubbing it up and down. The giant had to cum, they both had to, if they wanted to complete the rite. The orc started to desperately jack the man's length, faster, longer. The drums were now vibrating with a frantic intensity. Their bodies glistened more intensely, their runes brighter and brighter.

They were close. Soon...Soon they would be complete!

Halsing felt it. The crackling energy of his partner's climax almost pouring out of him. It was time. He had been holding himself back. He had only to let himself go, to accept this pleasure. Let it change everything.

The orc hesitated. Was he truly just an orc. Was he truly just a mindless beast?

And yet. In this place. In this strange new place of magic and mystery. There was something else to being an orc. He could feel it. Something he had to see, he had to understand.

In that last moment, with that last thought, Halsing finally came the hardest the had ever cummed.

Time seemed to stretch forever, locking their lovers in an ever lenghtening climax. The orc found himself surrounded by crackling red lightning. It extended towards Garm, creating an arch that conected them both. Pleasure, boundless and scorching like the sun, came through that connection. That was Garm's orgasm. He could feel it, the man? very soul resonating with his. The energy lifted both their bodies from the stone table, their bodies locked into an endless orgasm. Then, a strange force moved them, aligning them chest to back so that now, Garm hovered above Halsing, orc cock still buried in his ass. The force pulled upon their bodies, first on their feet. Halsing felt the sole of the giant man's foot hit his instep and suddenly snap into a single mass. The merged foot glistened with a deep aquamarine glint as the orc felt Garm wriggle their toes. The other foot followed suit, snapping together into another massive paw. The force aligned their hands next, merging them into powerful fists in single intense snap.
The process speed up, one leg merged with its counterpart, followed by the arms. Halsing's pelvis sunk into Garm's glutes, the orc feeling their combined cock swell in an instant. Before the orc could even think, he saw the back of Garm's head swallow him as his chest and neck merged with the man's own.

The drums fell silent with a roll of thunder. The orgasm that had started with two beings, ended as they became one and the fusion erupted.

So much cum. It shot into the night sky as enormous hands tried to take control of the guzzling cock. A voice thundered in the plains, reverberated against the stone pillars. A new voice. Deeper, manlier and stronger. A towering half-orc of shimmering aquamarine shook in the air as his orgasm finally ended. The ritual was complete.

Halgarm was born.

He dropped from that place and into the room. The bed was now barely enough to hold him. He breathed hard, his enormous chest heaving, his cock still throbbing between his pecs.

"F-fuck...That was the best fuck I have ever...we have ever...uh..."

[Fusion successful! Take a beat. Spend 1 WP.]

The half-orc paused. Slowly, he licked the inside of his mouth, feeling the touch of his tusks against his tongue. It all felt novel and yet so familiar.

"-had," he finished, touching his face with a tentative hand. His nose was crooked, yet button-shaped. He made his way to one of his sideburns, stroking it as though unsure it was real.

That's when his attention fell to the shaft of meat staring right back at him, still glistening with the seed of his love-making.

"Am I... a-are we-?"

"Yes. Yes we are." Said the fusion, his voice suddenly more determined.

The half-orc reached down to stroke his cock, feling a pang of pleasure. He bit on his lip feeling the temptation to pleasure himself once again.

But should he? They just performed a magic ritual. All spells have a beginning and an end. No magic lasts forever.

"If I cum again...maybe I'll split."

The half-orc reached for his cock again but stopped midway.

"No...I should stay like this. Only for a while."

Halgarm closed his eyes. He remembered the fusion. He remembered that place, that dark, mysterious plane. And those runes. Halsing remembered some, and Garm did too.

"I need to write them down. Before we forget."

The huge half-orc got up, his enormous manhood slapping down on his the inside of a thick, massive thigh. He rustled through Garm's stuff, his huge meaty hands having become a bit of a problem to do it delicately. He had to find somewhere to write on.

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*Rollz*

The half orc went over to the far wall of the room, brushing aside a curtain to reveal Garm's secret stash. It was a hodgepodge of different items; drugs, a bottle of unlabeled alcohol, token bits of clothing from past "conquests", a strongbox where he kept emergency funds, he found a scrap of parchment that might have once been a napkin, but no charcoal or pencil. Instead, what he found was the face of a halforc staring back at him - thanks to the small mirror Garm hard covered in a small bundle of stained silk.

Entranced was the one word to describe Halgarm as he stared at his reflection. His eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room, dark sclera surrounding cerulean irides streaked with cobalt. Heat welled up inside the half-orc. A sense of pride tinged with triumph! His voice boomed in his ears as he laughed, Halgrim almost stumbling to the floor as he spun on his heels. He didn't care, he was too busy, posing for the mirror, flashing a tusked and toothy grin. He then began flexing, grunting as hard as he could each time, reveling in the feeling it left in his throat and chest.

"FINALLY!" he boomed. "I'm who I was always meant to be!"