LIBER CONFUTATUS

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LIBER CONFUTATUS

Part 1 - Can it be this dumb?

Gabe looked at the stretch of swampland beyond the rise and just turned and slapped the dumb green ape creature next to him. The whole horizon was swamped with pools of standing black water and fallen trees. “What is this shit?” he barked in a deep voice. Gabe’s huge chest and arm twitched as he was sure he didn’t want to hit his guide. He might not stop and then he’d have to carry him or feed him to the swamp.

“The mapfff. It’f broken sfir!” The young goblin that spoke was muscled like an ironworker but dumb as a hammer. He held the map that Gabe knew would lead to the mountains and mines of wealth. Goblins have lower tusks that jutt toward their noses and the more majestic of them can pick their nose with them in their less majestic moments. This sad excuse for a goblin had been punched in the face so many times by his tribe he had a scarred fat lip and spoke with an impediment.

Gabe promised him he would take him to the ocean where he might find another tribe or boat to crew up with. His tribe left him no choices. “Sfir… Here look at dis,” he said turning the map to Gabe. The sigils of the map formed in Gabe’s eyes before he could hold up his hands. Suddenly demonic flames tore at his mind and pain wracked his huge chest and body. He fell back from the map with a deep sharp scream.

It’s not a legend or excuse, Titans and half titans have a bad time with magic in general. This map had been warded and invested with demon blood so that only the owner could read it. Gabe screamed and clutched his face dropping to his knees. His morning meal rose in his mouth and he hurled noisily on the lifeless ground. His huge fist pounded the ground with a moist splooch. He shook with pain and fury.

“I’m pforry,” said the goblin. Gabe growled between gritting teeth. He hated that map. He hated the farmer that he killed to take it. He hated this fucking goblin. He hated grule for midmeal. He hated the wizard that drew the map and yes this was truly an amazing curse. Only the dumbest halfwit can read it for another user without suffering the pain of the curse, but the user is just trading agonies then. No pain in his head and soul from trying to even gaze upon the map traded for insufferable patience with a dumb goblin moron.

Gabe wiped off his mouth on his furry forearm and stood. The goblin dropped to his knees and covered his face. “No! I’m pforry!”

Punching this poor slob was not fixing anything. Gabe lifted his kilt and shoved the goblin’s face over his cock. His hands gripped the muscular trap muscles of the goblin and his muscle-lust fired true. His cock sprung hard and gagged the goblin. He violently fucked the goblin’s face and pinned him to the ground fucking harder and harder. The goblin’s head was hammered into the spongy ground as the muscular green and grey monster clawed at Gabe's massive tank like body, kicking and writhing as his face was raped without mercy.

When Gabe finally gushed into the goblin’s mouth, half of his head was pushed into the ground. With a noisy slurp his cock slid from the goblin’s mouth. Coughing sobs rang from his mouth echoing across the swamp below. “Be quiet ya useless toadstool. I know fungus more useful than you.” The Goblin’s sobs and gags died down quickly. Yet his arms stayed up in defense.

Gabe rose and cleaned off the goblin's mouth. “Get up already,” he said. The goblin rose still shirking. “I ain’t gonna hit you,” he grumbled.

“Why not?”

Gabe looked at him and had no good answer. He ripped a blistering slap across the goblin’s face. The loud CRACK echoed over the swamp. “There. Forget about the mistake and figure out where we are.” The poor thug sat in a flopping heap like a petulant teen ager and looked the map over and over. He was able to put his failure behind him now that he had been properly raped and slapped. Gabe shook his head at the depth of this sod’s miserable life.

“Well?” he grumbled.

“I got k-fused around,” the goblin said. “That way is ocean, and then we go upways to the mountains from the shore.” Gabe didn’t bother asking if they could turn back. The tribe of the S’lithage was behind them and already hunting them. For some reason the lizard men of the S’lithage didn’t want to travel this Far East. But that meant something scares them and it lives out here in the salt marshes.

“Get up,” Gabe said as he started to walk to the salt marsh that stretched unbroken as far as he could see. The goblin followed. He looked at the goblin. “That was a good suck u gave me.”

“You taste good,” he said. It was a matter of fact statement. He had no emotions around it. A sentimental moron listening to that might think that it was a loving thing to say. Gabe knew that meant if time got rough and food got scarce, the goblin already marked half-Titan meat as “edible.” His whore mother would be proud, whoever she was.

They walked along the line of stretching shadows as the sun sank, slowly winding around pools of marshy water. Occasional Dorun Olive trees rose out of the watery soil, somehow able to live in this muck and salt. The surface of the water on Gabe’s left was disturbed by the passage of something underwater. He watched and nothing surfaced more. Gabe was tall for a man, but short for a titan, 6’4” and weighed a thick 350 pounds. He looked smaller than the disturbance under the water. He walked on, adjusting the belted tan handspun shirt he wore.

Gabe didn’t have much to his name at the moment. It comes and goes. Right now he held a shirt and dirty red kilt, boots, a belt, some gems, a knife, and the leash to his goblin – oh yes, and a map that he didn’t dare read. He had a pack of dried venison jerky. It wasn't much but he didn't put it beyone the goblin to kill for it.

The night came quickly as the sun slipped below the horizon. The pools thrashed with living things that knew meat was walking just past their reach. The moon was up, giving the marsh a colorless haunting glow.

Hazy clouds overhead disguised the harsh orb, and he watched what looked like logs that were laying on their sides rise up and stand upright. Gabe wanted to climb a tree and wait out the night till morning, but had no idea what could be here. He felt something on his leg, like a crawling set of knives. he slapped it away and saw it skittering for the water. It was like a crab with cutting pincers about the size of his hand.

He turned to look at the goblin and some leapt landing on its chest. He wailed in surprise. Gabe instinctively snatched the map from the goblin - clear on his priorities of value - and the goblin slapped madly at the armor plated critter. Without warning, a branch from the risen log next to him snapped and struck the critter and jewels of sticky sap captured it. With a slow and deliberate motion it moved to the top of the trunk and dropped it inside. Like a huge pitcher plant, the critter fell inside with a splooch and it screamed a short second. Its irritation was drowned out quickly.

"We need to leave this place," Gabe said. He made a faster pace toward the ocean as best as he could remember, but as more and more trunks rose to a standing position. The landscape changed to a night version he was not familiar with. He looked at the moon and regained his orientation and ran headlong, leaping over pools as limp and lifeless pitcher trees somehow inflated and lifted to twice his height around him. Gabe kept his orientation in spite of the landscape evolving around him. Or at least he thought he did. You always feel oriented and on course until you feel you're not. Then, you're not.

His feet fell out from under him and he felt his thick legs swallowed into a glittering glob of jelly. Stuck! He tried to churn his powerful legs through the pit of sticky slime as it slowly closed like a clam around his body sucking his legs in. Two hemispheres of horror clamped around his thighs and with an eager slurp it drew him deeper into the trap that was now locked around him. He was slowly absorbed deeper into its mouth and his thick furry legs disappeared. An intense itching started like wildfire across his legs. He could tell something else in the swamp also considered him tasty.

He thrashed madly pounding on the outer hull of the thing trying to pull himself out. The goblin ran and finally caught up with him. His golden eyes wide with horror. "I will miss you," he said stammering and fear-locked.

"Only if I die! Get me a stick!" he shouted. He found his knife on his belt and nearly fumbled it with slimy hands. The attacking creature gurgled and sucked Gabe in deeper as the goblin looked for a stick. Suddenly four vines slowly crept from the ground and probed Gabe's hugely muscled arms and legs. The vines worked snakelike caresses over his body, leaving slimy trails through the fur on his chest and arms. It was as if they tasted him for a moment. Then one lashed quickly around his thick neck.

The strangling vine locked in hard and joined by another. The another! They were quickly pulling Gabe deeper into the clam like trap. The itching fire on his skin slowly soothed into a slippery lube, invading his inner spaces. Some kind of appendage from inside the trap probed his body and aimed a tendril between his legs hidden.

Like a tornado with a knife, Gabe slashed at the vines locked on his neck and stabbed through its shell. It was like a pumpkin with a bark-skin of fibrous bones. The bark split and the whole thing quivered. The tendril aiming for his crotch shivered and vibrated making Gabe roll his eyes back at the sudden unwelcome intimate stimulation.

He stabbed and slashed rending a crack through the shell in front of him. He kicked madly as his legs came free and he fell forward out of the grip of the creature, breathing a sigh of relief. Without warning the thick tendril from inside stabbed out lashing itself around Gabe's leg pulling him back into the slimy sticky trap. Gabe fell on his back kicking wild and regripping the knife. He slashed at the vine holding him and it snapped with a pulpy thud.

The whole thing went slack and Gabe escaped again.

The goblin had an arm length stick in his hand, "This gonna work?" Gabe simmered in quiet rage at his useless guide. "You keep it. You're going to need it." Gabe said. He stood, his legs shining in the twilight. He saw the fur had burned off his legs by some kind of acid. Several minutes later he might not have had skin.

He turned and looked around him. This was where he didn’t want to die he was pretty sure. Then there was a ray of hope. Gabe wasn't one for hope usually. It was a cruel tease from this stinking life. Off to the south there was a rise in the land and a light. He pointed, "That will save us or we'll die there. Whoever can live in the middle of this can sure do with some company tonight."

He walked slower avoiding two more of those glittering ponds that were so big he was sure would snap around his whole body. He realized he was lucky and didn't fall into one of the bigger ones. There was one so truly huge that he was sure it could engulf him and the goblin in one gulp. They made way around it to the island in the middle of the marsh. There was a rough hewn stone wall surrounding a camp. There was no real wood here, so stone made sense. But it was a massive structure instantly inspiring questions of who could make such a thing here and why. They both stood staring at the wall. Gabe rolled the map and put it in his belt.

Something groaning and splashing in the brackish water behind them forced the decision for him. "Climb the wall," he said. Gabe hauled himself up the wall finding simple hand and foot purchase. He easily made quick time to the top. It was 50 feet tall easily. The rugged texture made him wonder how this wall actually kept anything out. Proving his point, the stupid goblin climbed right behind him. He stood and smiled, putting his arm around Gabe's shoulder feeling the thick muscle on the side of Gabe's neck.

He reached the top of the wall and found it a good 10 feet thick and surrounded an enclosure easily 20 acres across.

He looked at the nightmare landscape inside the wall and realized the wall wasn't about keeping anything out. On the far wall there was the wreck of a Junk, probably some kind of northland fishing vessel. It looked like it was tossed over the wall in a storm but the wave that did that must've been truly massive to carry it from the ocean 150 leagues to here. It was covered in vines and moss as if the dank interior of the wall held it like a captive. The rest of the interior was more swamp, but it was more like a kept garden of trees and moss. Some bare trees grew there. There were some clear walkway paths in the area. They were rutted with single drag marks. They lead to a small ruined hut and longhouse in the middle.

It looked as if someone had used this place to garrison an outpost, but it had few visitors and it was territory no one wanted so it was abandoned. In the failing light he could see the trails were recently used. He turned to survey the land outside the wall and heard the wail of the goblin guide. Even Gabe was struck with horror at what he was looking at.

It might have been a man at one time, but horrors of change had changed his body. He had a profoundly huge chest and arms and tapered to a rippling waist, but his skin glistened oily black in the failing light. A thick neck grew from hard shoulders to a circular mouth of frightening saw like teeth. It was the head of a leech. From the waist down he became a snakelike serpent flowing to a wide flat tail more resembling a leech.

It grabbed the goblin from behind by the arm and secured a second grip on his neck. It pulled that arm so hard it shredded from his shoulder snapping free! Black blood erupted from the exposed shoulder joint. The goblin screamed in horror and looked at Gabe with a plaintive shocked gaze. The circular mouth slapped over the bleeding socket slurping noisily drinking deep from the goblin's blood. The goblin's arm fell to the stones as those huge arms grabbed his victim's body and held him in an iron grip. The serpent like tail coiled around the goblin's body crushing it tight squeezing more blood from the mortal wound.

His guide's struggles became weaker and weaker. Gabe shook himself out of the shock and horror of this creature. He didn't know if it came from the inside or outside of the wall but that didn't matter. Gabe rushed the thing to attack. He knew it would come for him after it was done sucking the goblin dry.

Gabe grabbed the goblin's muscled arm and swung it like a fifty pound cudgel. It struck the leech-man in the head knocking its mouth-grip off the goblin's shoulder. Gabe swung his dagger with the left hand aiming to gut the leech like a fish. The blade glanced off with a rubbery bounce. Gabe's huge arm was not enough to power the blade through the tough hide. With a slap to his face, Gabe was knocked flat.

The leech-man quickly disentangled itself from the goblin and turned to face Gabe. The goblin's eyes still blinked with a dull spark of life as he hit the stones. In moments Gabe was standing to take the charge of the leech-man. Powerful hands grabbed Gabe by the beard and arm. Gabe fired a kick aimed at its junk, if it ever had balls. It didn't even have legs. Thrust back from the kick it fumbled face down to the stone floor of the ramparts but dragged Gabe down with him.

A sudden sickening wetness and sweet stench surrounded him as the coils of the leech-man flowed around his legs and waist. The arms of the leech-man flailed to grip him in a hugging embrace. Gabe's shirt shredded easily exposing furry skin and his massive chest. Its face inched closer to Gabe's. Shreds of the Goblin's skin hung in the circular flower of teeth. That mouth was a formidable weapon but exposed some guaranteed sensitive points on this nightmare creature.

Gabe shoved the goblin's arm into the leech mouth forcing it to gag and choke. The coiling grip loosened and Gabe scrambled away working himself to his as fast as a 350 pound Titan ever could. The leech-man clawed at its face and coughed out the arm with a glut of blood. Gabe heard a ragged sound behind him. Turned expecting another monster from this foul place and found it was just the goblin laughing at Gabe's use of his ruined arm.

The distraction was short but enough. It lunged at Gabe quickly like a striking snake. The ragged mouth hit Gabe in the left pectoral knocking him to the ramparts rolling on his back. Sawing teeth quickly cut through his skin into muscle below locking on with a quick hard suction. Gabe fought everything in his black soul to not cry out in pain. His thick legs kicked flailing. His huge hands tried prying at the mouth but his leverage was terrible. In spite of his thick muscle and size he was quickly over powered. The huge arms of the leech-man locked around him and the coiling tail swallowed him in a crushing embrace.

Coil after coil lapped around his waist. The leech sucked hard drawing blood right from Gabe's chest making his extremities suddenly flush warm. It sucked another deep draw pulling from his lifeblood. Thrashing in frantic life-or-death panic he started punching the leech in the side of its head. Like a brick of stone striking it over and over the contusion slamming into its head started to bleed.

A hand suddenly grabbed the jaw and worked finger inside the terrifying bite. The goblin crawled over and one handed grabbed the mouth. His raggedly broken teeth flared and it bit the leech on the neck. Their combined assault ripped the leech free! The leech-man's head reared back hissing loudly as it did. The coils around Gabe once again loosened and the goblin pulled the leech off Gabe in one hard thrust. They rolled hard toward the edge of the wall.

Their eyes met in their last gaze. The goblin made sure Gabe knew what he gave him. With a kick he fell off the wall dragging the blood sucking nightmare with him. Gabe scrambled to the edge and watched both combatants tumble hitting the wall and then the swampy ground. They hit a huge jelly filled maw that clamped over them slowly. The mouth closed over them capturing the leech-man entirely and clamping over most of the goblin. Gabe could see his head and arm still hanging outside that mouth.

Still fighting, his arm was the last to be sucked in. Raking claw marks gouged the outer surface as it slowly disappeared. It was a stupid and irritating creature and got them hopelessly lost. He wanted to beat the goblin piss out of it so many times but he could not forget that he paid for his failures with his life.

The last of the twilight glow slid away as Gabe examined the damage to his chest. He didn't think much of gods, but he was sure happy he was born a rugged Titan. The bleeding had already slowed. Right over his nipple was a round circle of smaller bite marks and he was sure that thing would've torn off his nipple if the goblin hadn't fought for him. Gabe stood and saw the goblin's severed arm on the stones. Some warriors would give it a hero's burial, but he knew this might be the heaviest stick he could fight to fight with. He picked up his knife and looked for a way inside the wall as the chill of birthed slow clouds of fog.

Part 2 - Inside the Walls

Gabe walked away from the interior wall only after marking a big X with the goblin's arm. The only light inside now was made by the glowing corner signal lights that stood on the corners of the walls. They shone by themselves under domes of a glassy substance. It was a greenish glow that occasionally plumed orange then blackened on the inside and flared out. Then the slow green glow would resume. "Witch glow." he said under his breath.

He almost jumped at hearing his own voice. It was garbled as if his throat was filled with fog. He sounded alien. He knew he wanted the shelter of the house. The injuries he received from the leechman itched and bled. The cuts in his chest were too numerous to count but they were healing. He walked along the pathways. From the top of the wall he was sure something was dragged around these pathways. Now he wasn't so sure. There were clawed handprints. He realized slowly these were the drag tracks of the leechman, or many many others of his kind.

Without warning a circular face peered around the long house and spat out a slushy hiss. Gabe was still weakened from the first one of these nightmares. This one was a little bigger. A second one came from behind the house. Gabe started backing up to the wall where he knew he had to retreat to. There was no way he wanted to take on two of them.

He was suddenly thrust forward from a huge hit to his back and a painful sawing cut into his back instantly. He landed on his face as the coils of a huge leech-man slide between his legs and around his thick right leg. It slithered, slick with slime around the massive quad muscle. He thrashed and rolled to shake the leech-man off him and felt the sawing teeth curve like hooks setting into the back of his shoulder and locking down tight. A sudden slurrrrrp drew a long draught of blood out of Gabe and he felt instantly weaker. The two other leech-men rushed like legless dogs after him and closed quickly.

The first one to attack met Gabe's fist and its head caved in snapping to the side with a sick crack! Gabe Kicked it away but failed to be ready for the second one. Slithering under its partner it tore away Gabe's kilt and slammed it's mouth over Gabe's crotch. "NO!" Gabe shouted out seriously not wanting to live with his dick bit off.

The serrated teeth cut into his pelvic girdle and set in hooks. "AWUGHHHH!!" Gabe groaned as sensitive skin was ripped by those mouth hooks and an unseen inner mouth locked over Gabe's cock and balls bathing him in slime. His eyes roll back as the crazed leech-man sucked on his snake like cock and made it come solid and erect in spite of the hook like teeth cutting into the tender area inside his thighs. The monster on his back sucked another deep draught of Gabe fluids as the one on his crotch started working his cock. Gabe shook nearly crazy from the intense sensation. It would be an easy night for this critter to suck a load out of him.

A feathery tongue inside the mouth tickled the end of his cock and wiggled to penetrate inside. Gabe grabbed the head between his legs and tried to pull it off him. He screamed as the hooks in his flesh prevented him from pulling out. The feathery tongue slid into his hole and his head rocked back. His body fell onto the slithering bulk of the leech-man behind him and he felt its coils enfold him around his chest. The other grabbed Gabe's hips and coiled one deliberate coil around Gabe's neck.

He was smothered in slimy coils as his cock was invaded and his cock sucked by a killing force. He knew this was when he dies. His fight became mad and without much strategy. He pulled the slimy coil off his face and tore it free from his neck to keep his airway.

He saw the next nightmare walk out of the small hut. It was so tall it might be twice Gabe's height. It was like a lizard man but much taller. His body stood erect like a man and was scaled like a reptile, his chest and torso smooth scales like a snake, his head like a crocodile with teeth huge and deadly. He carried a trident and maybe they say this about all crocs but he sure did look like he was smiling in the weird glowing light.

The beacons went out and re-flared in moments. The Croc Man was face to face with Gabe, on one knee. "I want this one." He said in a clear nearly educated voice, deep and thunderous. "Take his load and be quick about it," he rumbled at the one between Gabe's legs. The one on Gabe's back disengaged his teeth with a hiss and began slithering off Gabe's thickly muscled body.

The leech between Gabe's legs does something deep inside of his cock like he threw a switch. Gabe could only kick and scream as his cock unloaded a burning and explosive torrent of cum into the mouth of the leechman. It slurped blood and cock flow out of Gabe in one noisy slurrrping draw. Gabe fell limp as it detatched and he laid on the muddy ground, covered in blood and mud, writhing in pain.

The Croc man stood and grabbed Gabe by the ankle and dragged him into the interior of the longhouse and slammed the door.

Part 3 - The Longhouse

Gabe woke to the warm and comfort of a fire. he wasn't taken in by such sentiments though, knowing he was probably being prepped to be roasted. He opened his eyes and felt like he had the worst hangover. He looked instinctively to his crotch and saw he still had a cock. It was a strange first inventory any man makes. He saw the beast tore off his kilt but left his belt.

His back was a mess, his chest and fists were bloody. He heard the lizard's voice but couldn't make his eyes work well enough. "Do you speak?" The crock asked.

"Gabe," he said. "Name's Gabe."

"I don't care," said the Crock. "Could call you bloodless Nancy. Have to say I never saw any man survive four of the critters let alone kill one with a punch."

"I'm not a man," Gabe gasped. He had nothing else to say to that. He could celebrate, but he looked far from out of trouble. He finally looked over the lizard man and said, "You used to be human," he said.

The crock raised one expressive eyebrow. "That's quite an observation. You are so much smarter than most of the flotsam here," he said. "But somehow, not smart enough to avoid coming here. Did you think you could kill me, assassin?"

Gabe deflated with sputtering as he laughed with true spirit. "Someone cares about you and this slop bucket of a place? Warn't me."

Gabe felt at his hip and found his map there. The crock nodded. "Treasure hunter? There's none here," he said. "In fact there's so much nothing here, so completely, that I will give myself a diversion long needed and breed you tonight. Then I will eat you." The direct romance was over. The Crock walked to Gabe and lifted him ready to begin.

By instinct a fist lashed out striking the Crock in the gut. "Gumpff!" The Crock let out a short grunt from the hit. He paid it no more mind and lifted Gabe in its thick arms. Cool clean scaled arms of incredible power slipped around Gabe's body locking behind him. Gabe was crushed in a tight hug, his face hovering in front of those huge pecs. Gabe's horny desires rose as he felt the crushing walls of muscle lock around him. His cock sprung to attention as his feet dangled off the dirt floor.

"You like this? Oh, I am so lucky my plaything tonight likes to have a huge cock buried in him!" The Crock squirmed left and right grinding Gabe deeper and deeper into his embrace. Gabe kicked and thrashed slowly. Blood ran down his back and chest as the cuts on his body opened from the pressure around him. He gasped for air fighting the closing pressure around him.

The long tail that dragged behind the lizard man looped around Gabe's muscular leg several times. He suddenly dropped the massive Titan letting him drop to the dirt floor. Gabe clawed at the dirt trying to pull away. the tail locked around his leg, digging into his leg deep held him in place. The thrashed fighting to get free, the pain and exhaustion from the night leaving a dull pain behind his eyes and thick cloying weakness in every move. he turned to look at his attacker and saw the lizard standing over him stroking his cock. His hefty testicles flopped in his hand as he stroked. His cock throbbed an unnatural 18 inches long.

Gabe flopped over and drove his heel under the Crock's balls. "AUghghhhh!!" the Crock dropped to his knees and Gabe kicked free from the tail looped around his leg. He realized quickly there was no escape from the longhouse in any real way. As soon as he stepped out of the confines of this torch lit hell he would be set on by more leech horrors. He stood and saw that the crock was getting up quickly enough, his face split into that smile again. He didn't slowly lurch toward Gabe as before. It dropped to all fours and dug the dirt furiously lunging into a charge at Gabe.

Most living beings never meet Titans or their children ever. Gabe was a foot shorter than the Crock's and might leave a monster the impression that someone like Gabe could be knocked over easily. Gabe saw the Crock charging and set his feet. His thick legs shifted slightly. The Crock roared and charged with its mouth wide open growling and baying in fury. Gabe unleashed a right hook and SLAMMED the crock face first into the dirt!

The crock left a skid mark and fell onto the dirt, rolling and dazed from the incredible hit. Gabe leapt into the air and drove a hard knee strike into the throat of the Crock. Three hundred and fifty pounds slammed on the creature's neck making it flop and gag from the strike. Rolling the Crock to his back, Gabe planted his hips between the Crock's legs and drove his cock deep into the crock's ass. "AWWUGHHhhh yeaaaa!" Gabe let out a groan of amazing pleasure. He drove his massive cock into the Crock watching the animal man gag and scream in pain.

The Crock let out a slashing kick from his leg across Gabe's chest ripping a red streak across his furry pecs. Grabbing his wrist he pulled Gabe out of the saddle and pulled his face into his massive smooth green chest. The Crock's huge arms closed over Gabe's head and locked in a tight squeeze! Gabe's furry face was smothered deep in those pectoral muscles and locked in hard. the squeeze made his head ring in horrible pain and his sinuses were compressed flat unable to inhale.

Gabe thrashed as the Crock laid back pulling Gabe up over his muscled body. The Titan slammed all over the Crock with huge fists trying to get free again. He couldn't budge his head out of that vise. The lizard squeezed tighter and tighter cramming Gabe's face into a tighter spot. The Crock curled his hips up and Gabe felt the cool slithering form of the Crock's cock snake up between his legs.

Gabe found new energy to fight against this huge thing making its way between his legs. Unlike any other breeding male he was crazed to fight and fuck, this cock was like a snake moving on its own looking for a hole to burrow in. It twisted and writhed and found Gabe's tight hole. It crawled up inside and inched like a worm into Gabe's tender insides. Without hesitation it crawled inside him deeper and deeper. It grew wider and split Gabe's ass so hard.

A huge green clawed hand grabbed Gabe by the throat and they rolled over burying Gabe under 850 pounds of green monster brutally fucking him with hard desperate strokes. The Crock choked Gabe and fucked him without mercy. Blood leaked around erupting punctures on his neck from the powerful claws slicing though his skin. His eyes started to flutter and roll into the back of his head. Gabe laughed a grunt knowing this would be how he dies and in a sick way glad it was while he was getting some. No one in this hell could ask for an end like this.

The Crock suddenly looked up and stopped his rutting. He released Gabe's neck. Looking around Gabe noticed the look of fear cross its face. "What is it?" Gabe groaned, the Crock's cock still buried deep in him.

"Shut your mouth, Titan," it said in a harsh whisper. The silence was ripped apart by a plaintive cry and hiss from outside the hut.

"You'll need this," Gabe said. The Crock turned to see what Gabe was yammering about and looked straight into what Gabe was holding - the unfolded cursed map inches from the croc’s face.

"AWUGhhhhh!" The Crock screamed in soul wrenching pain. His eyes flared red as the demonic battle raged inside him in ways it never did with Gabe.

"Genius hurts," Gabe said as he kicked the Crock off him. He rolled on the dirt screaming and screaming. Gabe held his guts in pain as he dragged himself from the Crock. The door to the longhouse broke open and four men wild eyes and embattled rolled inside. Two leech-men slashed clawed hands at them, gnashing their circular mouths in hungry chomps.

One of the monsters closed his mouth over the whole head of the desperate soldier. He had a sword in hand. Gabe remembered the difficulty he had penetrating the hide of these creatures. The sword in a desperate man's hands was completely useless. The soldier sunk to his knees letting out a muffled scream. The snakelike body of the leech-man coiled around his body and legs squeezing him in a brutal inescapable vise. The armor caved in as the leech's grip tightened. The mouth closed hard and tore the man's head off with a single bloody wrench.

The burning orbs that replaced the Crock's shown a haunting red light through the longhouse. The leech-men fought over the bleeding corpse of the soldier as the others retreated and regrouped brandishing pikes and swords hoping they would be enough. Gabe made it to his feet but collapsed again in pain and exhaustion.

A halberd point splattered through the neck of the leech-man feasting on the headless soldier. More pikes and men from the outside came in and the last of the leech-men was left stabbed and torn apart by desperate soldiers.

One man stepped through the others shouting orders. He stripped off his helm showing a mad flow of red hair and beard, standing as tall as the lizard man. "Lieutenant, Report!"

"He's dead sir," one of the others said. He grumped in frustration."Johannes, you are now our new lieutenant." The look on Johannes face was not one of joy. "Yes Captain Carlson." He looked like a man writing a will. Gabe laughed.

Carlson came up to Gabe looking disgusted and then looked over at The Crock screaming and tearing deep gashes in his face. His muscled body writhed on the ground as the demonic vision in his head could not be driven away.

"Lieutenant!" Carlson barked. Johannes walked over to the Crock and drove his spear through its throat with a single lunge. The last shrieking scream issued from the Lizard Man's throat as he gurgled and then fell still. The red embers behind his eyes faded and floated over the now dead abomination. It slowly rained little licks of flame onto the map on the ground until darkness ruled the Longhouse.

The days of exhaustion caught up with Gabe and the thin embers of daylight let him know he had survived this horrible night. He landed on the ground with a flop. The man in charge looked at Gabe and smiled. "You survived. That's amazing. We tracked you here. We knew the goblin would bring you here," he said. looked at him with a short look of surprise. "No, he didn't betray you," he said. "He followed the map the best he could. We made sure you found the map and this abomination."

"You set us up to kill this Lizard man?" Gabe asked.

The Captain chuckled and said, "Don't cry little man. It's not the first time someone lied to you is it?"

Gabe got to his feet and stood before the Captain with a plain look on his face. His right hand easily grabbed under Carlson's armor and gripped firmly the redhead's testicles. Carlson wailed a scream or pure shock and pain. "NO! Let me go! I will kill you!"

Gabe lifted with a burst of amazing strength. The soldiers snapped to attention and Johannes held them back with an open hand. Gabe saw that and realized he didn't have a battle ahead of him, but an audience that was eager to see this outcome.

Gabe slammed the Captain to the ground and battered his face with his huge fists. After twenty wet smacking hits, Gabe mounted his face and drove his cock into the mouth of the battered captain. His cock gagged the red head and forced him to thrash under Gabe as the half titan raped his mouth. The captain's struggles weakened further and his eyes rolled back in his head as his airway was blocked by Gabe huge cock. The gagging and struggling form under Gabe stopped.

The Titan’s son finally shoved his cock in hard and deep as he stared into the dead eyes of the captain and let out a howl of lust and pleasure. His load discharged into the captain's throat and bubbled out his nose. Gabe looked down at him and said, "You didn't kill me. Yup, another lie. I get used to those. Just like you said, not my first time, pretty man."

Gabe was blinded by lust and pain and exhaustion so badly he failed to notice Johannes take charge. He sent a man behind the Titan with a war hammer and slam him to unconsciousness. He landed on the dirt, naked, pumped with mutant semen, leeched of half his blood, and beaten brainless. They took him east and he never noticed when he was loaded on the boat south, sold into slavery to the snake handler cult of Rala-Zalon. He lived on oblivious that on his father’s death, he would be one day named The Muscle King. No one cared. They just beat him to get a day of work out of him.

Johannes took the map. His story he took back home was one of horror and sad success.