Rain falls ever downward and erodes the land. It carves ways around peaks and valleys, and makes pathways that takes minerals from one place to another. Yet the flow does not stop, as eddies and gorges and carved into the earth and creeps into the crevices it allows to form. The water pools and evaporates taking parts of the land into itself, then separating itself from the ground only to touch it again. A cycle that nurtures and ends life. Everything flows as the rain flows, and the rain flows everywhere.

In times of old, civilizations before the sciences, before the craft that saw the world as figures and representations, there were stories. Stories are much like rain, they appear to take parts of others and freely give it away. It could disappear from the land, only to reappear somewhere else in a different form. And life would always blossom in places where it’s collected. Stories would flow and carve itself shaping the physical land in it’s motion.

But in some places, rain would never come. None would ever touch it’s ground ever again. A drought of life and an absence in beauty. All life desperately needs beauty, and no amount of efficiency or wealth would ever change that.

So the clouds that held the seas and rivers simply run away. They run away to places they could carve, places they could seed with life, and places where they could stay. If the rain is denied, then it simply moves away and overflows till it spills to the places that once denied it. And it carries with it the things that many desperately need.

Ogier had ran away. He ran away from the very place that took his life away, the very place he simply waited to die in. The place that was slowly killing him. Until something pulled him here, and gave him a chance.

Thousands of years ago, in an age where songs were still sung, and men were made kings, he came to Korilstadt, from somewhere far, far away. It was still young and the ink that wrote the fables still wet. The threads of other stories haven’t all converged here yet, merely a budding dream of escape.

When the beasts beyond the darkness came, he was here, defending it. When the wars of Gods and monsters came, he was here pointing his claw at all who would sully it. When the ships that carried the ones who lost everything, here he gave them a place to sleep in. When the lich covered the darkness in ice, he was here keeping it warm. He was a legend and a myth to many here, even if he took another name. He was named ‘Holger, the sword that cut the land, the dragon that reached heaven through violence’, now he’s just Ogier, the announcer.

He was ancient and tired. But here in this bar, ‘the heart eater’, he could live the life taken from him.

He kept watching a ratkin druid that was completely enamored by the show he’s seen a dozen times. He found it charming. With his sharpened senses, he could see the small twitches and gazes the ratkin made at the backup dancers. He found it funny, so he tried to test his hand out.

He wasn’t new at this, so he was pretty experienced all things considered. But the way this one kept fumbling, was charming to him. He took out a ring made entirely out of glass, a relic of a bygone age. It pulsed and whirred with power, as a string of light danced inside it. It would be a majestic and highly sought out treasure, if only it had another function entirely.

Unicorn’s Virginity Detector Ring

Ring, Mythical

Allows one to sense the ‘virgin energy’ present in a certain area. May allow one to use stored unicorn ‘virginity magic’ twice a day.

Charge (2/2)

Spells stored:

-Virginity Pact - Allows user to form a contract with another being (max 5). The contract boosts physical and mental abilities of all involved, multiplied by the number of pact users.

-Virginity Shield - Enables one to shield a virgin using a strong force field. May fail if virginity is lost.

“Impure thoughts will lead to catstrophe!” - Roland, the sword hero

The ring glowed green, pointing in the rat kin’s direction. The same color that came from him. He was planning to lose himself, to find the one thing he read stories about. He wanted to find out how it felt to give someone else his body. But he was scared of people more experienced than him, so he picked one who was in the same shoes, someone as inexperienced as him.

He might’ve ransacked it from the said hero while he was sleeping. A three year long marriage was broken that night, but he was glad he took it. It looked pretty and shiny in his hand.

Also the marriage was bound to ruin, so he thinks it wasn’t his fault.

He made sure to dress in his most provocative attire, a harness he got from one of the patrons who guaranteed that it would pull anyone to their knees. He took two drinks from the bar, he chose the prettiest looking one’s from a selection and made his way to the table.

He would, as the youth would say, ‘rizz’ it up. This was his chance after years of involuntary celibacy. Maybe he could even get a spell circle to call whenever. He really hopes he gets his circle, all he ever got from the ones where he showed up with flowers and bird meat were fake one’s and cold shoulders.

You can do it Ogier! Show them that you can still be fun even if your old!

After talking and making his introductions, he kissed his hand and attempted to mimic the things princes do. He leaned to get a bit closer, but the ratkin unexpectedly took the lead. He felt his heart stop a bit. He looked into the other’s eyes and saw a story he’s never seen before.

Beautiful

He felt himself grow hot. He reached for the ratkin’s waist, but the man beat him to it. He tried pressing his lips further, but again he was too slow. He saw hunger in the eyes in front of him, something that also grew in him as the moment passed. He was losing control of the situation. Him, the one who held the reins of kingdoms and empires, yet in this moment he would want nothing more than to give it to the one in front of him.

The taste of the tongue quenched in alcohol and the hands drenched in sweat mixed to form a haze so thick that it consumed his will to fight. He who took the burden of control all his life, finally found solace in submission.

His hands danced at the other’s chest and arms, feeling the slight movements that betrayed no intention whatsoever. He wanted this, he wanted this so much, and he was rewarded with a raptorous sensation of affection.

He parted lips with the one in front of him, breathe heavy and wet with moisture. He controlled himself, as much as he wanted to do it here, he wanted this to be special, something shared only with someone who felt the same. Greed sung in his heart, and lust in his body and soul as it searched for love that he never tasted. He would be a fool to not covet this all to himself.

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He grabbed his arms and pulled moving to a place far away from prying eyes.

“Follow me” Dennis absentmindedly nodded, eyes still glazed from the moment. He followed the path that would bring them closer, bring them whole. If not forever, then only for tonight.

They arrived to a room at the end of the maze-like corridors, away from the music and voices, away from the lights that pulsed in stupor, away from the problems they both held in their hearts. Ogier opened the metal lock with a key from his pocket and inside was a closet barely enough to fit a table, but enough to hold what they were about to do.

Dennis has always been a pious man. He prayed and gave offerings. He sung songs of praise and read words that brought him closer to peace. Here he felt the same act would be appropriate. Here in this small closet he could worship and sing songs unheard by others. Here in the darkness, it would be his altar. The one who held him close would be his idol, and the sounds they make will be his prayers.

Dennis unclothed himself, removing his robes and undershirt, the very things that barred his flesh from rapture. He unbuckled his belt and undid the latches to his pants. His fur shone and glistened by the dim lights seeping through the cracks in the doors. His chest heavy with breath, made his form wet with excitement. He leaned his back against the walls and he spread himself, wanting to be seen. He was laid bare and the parts that drove him to shame reflected his desire for honesty. He was excited, and it showed.

He looked at the one before him and wordlessly prayed for him to do the same. He begged with ragged breaths, not uttering a word, but speaking nonetheless.

Ogier smirked at the sight, seeing the lovely face that told him he was wanted, that told him he was free. He slowly stripped the clothes that covered his lower half, his form glistened from the proof of their affection. He savored the stares that bathed him, the eyes that undressed him quicker than his hands could do so.

He said in voice filled with breath and anticipation. “I want you”

Dennis pushed himself toward Ogier, his tongue opening a path inside him as he explored the same opening he planned to fill. “You’re really pretty”

Ogier giggled at the words that escaped. Being seen in a way that he never experienced before.

Dennis moved his hand to touch the chest of the kobold, who in turn shivered at the contact. Their privates were in show, and their forms totally unobscured.

Ogier kneeled down, staring at the problem his lover for the night’s predicament, the same problem he possesses.

“Sorry, it’s not that big” Dennis said, filled with want and shame that he could not supress.

Ogier giggled again. “Maybe I like that” He gave it a kiss, which made it swell in size. “Maybe I want to give it a try” Ogier touched his own as he savored the folds and crevices of the fruit he would partake.

Dennis moaned, throwing caution and decency aside. If they were seen by others, let them, he had nothing to hide anymore. Years and years he’d been fantasizing of this moment, and now he wanted more.

A heat was building up in his belly.

Ogier moved his tongue below the shaft to take more of it in his mouth. He put one of his hands even lower, fondling the place where his reward was stored. This made the ratkin whimper, which made Ogier even more excited. Reflecting on his emotions, the kobold stroked his lower half as well.

Dennis was there in the moment, his frame ached and his back arched in the direction of the face that pressed against his lower half. He was close, and he felt it building up. He was close and he was worried it would get out.

“I’m close” He panted. “Wait, take it out, you’ll get covered”

Ogier hearing this, made him quicken instead. Mischief blooming in him as he awaited to see a scene he’d been desperately yearning for.

Dennis could hold on no longer, he released it all. Thick ropes flew and covered the face that caused it. Despite this, he knew he could do more. He knew he could do this all night, or as long as he was allowed to.

Ogier licked it off his face. He looked accomplished, admiring his work. “Sweet” He cleaned the member, making sure to leave nothing behind. It was slowly losing it’s rigidity, as if exhausted by the act. He wanted more, and the man before him would give it. After all, Dennis was a ratkin, a race famed for having stamina despite the small size. Every drop a reward in his eyes, one he consumed as if it was water nectar.

“Damn, you could probably get someone pregnant with this” Ogier teased, tongue still licking off the excess.

Dennis however was glowing with the unconventional praise and his member was erect again. A smirk escaped his face, which turned into a mischievous smile. He grabbed the head that was cleaning him and shoved it inside. He made sure to Release everything, even the one still inside his shaft still untasted by the kobold. It filled the red kobold’s mouth as he used the tongue to rub him, moving it forward and back.

“Guess your pregnant now huh” Dennis said in a cocky tone, one that was different from his usually meek self. He giggled like a young boy, one who was at the prime of manhood.

Ogier blushed at this, mouth still open and being used. He gave in completely as he drank in the thick milk of his work. He was let go as a wet plop took the member out.

“What’s wrong Og?” Dennis grabbed the head and lowered his head, and licked the face dripping with his fluids. “Such a good boy” He said it in a low deep voice, in a way that almost sounded like his persona as the lich emperor. He smiled sadistically as something sparked in him, some fire that could never be coverd again. He was not the same as before, yet Dennis did not fear this, he embraced it.

Ogier felt his knees give as he was pushed with his back leaning on the floor. He felt weak and hot. He wanted this, more than anything his greed could reach, more than anything he could ever take from another. His lust was blooming a flower that would never become a bud again.

Ogier presented himself to his new master.

Dennis put his shaft in between the kobold’s legs, teasing him. He moved the tail that blocked him from his prize. He pulled back, enjoying the look in the kobold’s face.

“No” Ogier whined.

Dennis, wanting to see more, pressed in between the cheeks and tail of the man in front of him.

Ogier gasped as he felt a thick, wet object pry him open. His hands rolled back, grabbing at whatever thing that could give him stability. The wet sensation of saliva slipped in and made him shiver. He gripped at the shelves that held mops and brooms, marking it with the pull of his claws.

Dennis, satisfied with the work, put his rod behind the rear and smirked at the kobold. He leaned forward and whispered. “You’re mine” Then he entered.

The kobold squealed at the sudden sensation. Dennis somehow wanting to push it even more, took the kobold’s mouth and filled it with his own. Only when it parted did he smile. “Say my name”

“mhhm..Den..nis”

Dennis thrusted, slowly picking up speed till the motions made the kobolds chest and tail bounce in a rhythm of ecstasy mixed with pain. He held the kobold by the waist, noticing the taut muscle covering his form. He curled and started kissing the man’s chest, slowly moving to the neck. He looked at the blissful face of the kobold, eyes rolled back and lip being bit. It seems he was doing a good job satisfying him. This went on as time simply melted away, thought blurring as the haze of lust obscured it. They were lost in their own little world, one where they were entwined in bliss and agony.

Years of shame and repression made the guilt filled act all the sweeter. If the eyes that judged them were still around, he was sure that disgust would fill them. Yet here he was, in the middle of a dance so taboo that it would only be done in this paradise away at the end of the world.

Dennis whispered in his ear slowly, with more emotion than anything he’d ever had in years.

“I love you” He said it. He finally said it. He knows that this might not last, as bitter as it is, but this was more than he wished for. To be seen as beautiful and to be wanted.

If this would only last for tonight, then he’d make it the longest night of his life.

He released what built up in his loins. One would expect exhaustion to follow, but only fervor burned within him. He was a ratkin after all, and he’d be a fool to make use pf such a boon.

Ogier panting with heavy breaths followed, and released the same liquid affection his lover for the night filled him with. One would think clarity would fill him now, one where he would cover up in shame, but it was anything but. The next words Ogier uttered would seal his fate, driving the final nail in the coffin that the both of them would spiral into sensation for.

“More” He was panting, trying to catch his breath. “More. Please, I want you.”

Dennis saw this, still bright with mischief and want, and made a cocky grin. This man was his, and he would never let him leave for the night without feeling the same rapture he always yearned for.

“Gladly”

So the two souls weathered by time and tragedy, nourished each other in a garden of their own making. The closet, dark and damp, was their haven to perform a dance that many have done since the epoch of life.

“I love you” Ogier said in ragged breaths. If it was real or if it was merely said in the heat of the moment would be a problem in the morning. Tonight, it was as real as the ground they walked upon.

Emboldened by this proclamation, Dennis pressed his lips against the other in the gentlest way he could manage.

“I..love you too”

They weren’t alone anymore, as unfamiliar as the feeling may be to them. Here in the darkness, they were free and comforted each other through the flesh.

This went on for hours, from night to morning. The longest night any of them have ever had.