Kink-Vember 4: The Gnoll's Petrified Pleasures
A darker kinky idea for Kink-Vember the fourth. A gnoll sorcerer ends up petrifying a group of adventurers and has a bit of a dark thought of what he might do with them.
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[b][u][center]The Gnoll’s Petrified Pleasures
Kink-Vember 4
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
“Come on, come on, just – gotta – move!”
“I can’t – my arms –”
“Cast spell! Cast – mmmph!”
The orc, human, and half-elf in the middle of the cavern continued to grunt and jerk about as the spell crept its way up their bodies. Kuoz Fizzleblast leaned against a crystal-topped staff as he watched the transformation with a snaggle-toothed smirk, shaking his head at the adventurers as they were slowly warped from flesh to stone.
The orc was furthest changed; he’d run into the room first, raging like all the green-skinned idiots seemed to do. He’d caught himself on the rocks, loincloth flipped away, and his muscled body had been the first affected by Kuoz’s spells. Nobody had seemed to notice that the gray spreading across his green skin had been more than rock dust until it was too late.
Then the female human came in, wrapped in leather and trying to sneak along. Oh, Kuoz was sure that the human could have crept past any number of watchful eyes, but spells didn’t use eyes, did they? She’d been locked with her knees bent, unable to rise from her squat.
And then, the half-elf mage.
The gnoll turned his head to the squirming, whimpering male half-elf, still trying to reach for the staff that they’d dropped in shock. He’d fallen, landed on all fours, and now, his legs were locked in a bent position, and one arm was all but attached to the floor. Kuoz shook his head as he emerged from the shadows, looking between the three adventurers.
“Stupid,” he said.
“Let us loose, beast!” the human female said, glaring at him. “We will spare your life if you just –”
“You stupid.”
He tapped the human’s forehead with the crystal tip of his staff, shaking his head as she sputtered in rage. The wizard looked up at him from all fours, shaking his head.
“Please, please, you can’t just –”
“You scared.”
Another tap. The half-elf shook his head, trying to get a word out and failing. Kuoz turned to the orc, whose mouth had been sealed by stone. Those lips were open, but no words came from that paralyzed mouth.
“You weak.”
The orc all but vibrated in fury. It didn’t matter; stone would hold, and the three would be statues in short order.
Naked statues, admittedly, but statues. Kuoz leaned on his staff again, shaking his head as he watched the gray stone creep further and further up their bodies. The orc was all but taken, only one eye and an ear left, while the human female – her formerly thick leather armor ripped and torn by the traps in the room, hanging off her in shreds that left nothing particularly hidden – had the rock up to her throat. No more speaking there. And the half-elf…
He chuckled, looking down at the mage. He was all but paralyzed, now, his hand, mouth, and ears all that was left as flesh. The gray continued to creep inward, the mage’s robe long since discarded when the first trap spooked him and burned it away.
Three naked adventurers, soon to be three heavy statues.
His smile lasted until the petrification spell completely sealed the three away in stone. Gloating was harder without hearing or seeing them, and now, he had to think about what in the hell he was going to do with three new statues.
[i]Already got all the statues for the rituals,[/i] he thought, remembering the storage cavern that was full to bursting with petrified adventurers. Even if he held a ritual a month, sacrificing half a dozen each time, he’d still have more left over by the end of the year. Considering he didn’t even go raiding to make a target of himself, it was pretty fucking ridiculous that adventurers kept coming for him.
And now, he had to figure out what he was going to do with three useless statues. He could take them up to the top of the cave, maybe leave them at the entrance as a warning, but that hadn’t worked the last time that he did it. People just saw the stone statues as either decoration or as proof that he needed to be killed to save his ‘victims.’ Fuckers never realized it would just leave those statues as stone forever; his spells were tied to him, and that meant that only he could undo the curses.
He could call some of the goblins that had bought a few, but he had a feeling that they just broke the statues down to dust and parts and played with ‘em. Not really that useful. No meat, either, so the other gnolls still indulging that part of their instincts weren’t going to be very helpful…either…
The more that he thought, the more that he looked between the statues, and the more that he looked between them, the more that he realized that this was the first time that the petrification had happened with the victims naked like this. He cocked his head to the side as he walked over, staff clicking against the floor each time.
He knelt by the wizard, running his hand over the half-elf’s ass. The cheeks were smooth even as rock, and the posture had left the statue with cheeks just [i]barely[/i] spread, pucker on display. He ran his finger over it, feeling the ridges of flesh, the way that the center just barely spread against his claw.
A twitch of curiosity ran through him, his cock starting to rise from its sheath. He stood up, making his way to the human female. She was squatting down, ass pushed back, legs spread wide, and –
Yes, her sex was very visible, and just [i]slightly[/i] parted. He pushed a finger up a bit, able to get an inch, maybe two inside of her. Not much, and too tight for his dick, but ideas continued to percolate.
As he turned to the orc, he couldn’t help but look down. Stone-gray rather than the deep, emerald green that the orc had once been, it was still impossible not to stare at the thick cock that hung between the warrior’s legs. It hung smooth and soft, but still quite large, seven inches long over a pair of fat balls, and even the hair down there was rendered in perfect detail in the stone.
Kuoz cocked his head to the side as he ran a claw down the shaft, looking from it to the orc’s face. Frozen, helpless, unable to do a damn thing…
[i]But can they feel?[/i]
It was a thought that hadn’t occurred to him before. Curious, Kuoz waved his staff over the orc’s face. Just a little, just a tiny bit of magic being reversed. Enough to let air in, to go over the throat, to speak.
And at the same time, he grabbed the orc’s flaccid shaft…and squeezed. The stone did not give, nor could it move…but the orc’s newly-fleshy lips let out a moan.
Kuoz’s eyes went wide, the gnoll rapidly waving his staff over the orc’s face to cut off the sound. Yet, at the same time, knowing that they could feel what happened to them as stone objects was a startling discovery. That meant –
That meant that they were still aware.
That meant that they could feel, maybe even see and hear what he did.
And that meant…
He looked back at the mage and the thief. They’d probably felt his finger…and that meant…
His cock swelled from his sheath as he walked back to the weak half-elf mage, slowly waving his staff over that bared rump. The cheeks remained stone, but the hole lightened, going from gray to pink. Not much, barely enough to see among the gray, but enough for his finger to slide in and stretch it open.
No moans. No sounds. But if the orc could feel his stone cock being gripped, then the half-elf could feel this. The gnoll giggled, a mad little sound as he laid his staff on the ground. His cock throbbed as he groped himself, stroking it out of his sheath and getting it good and hard. His fingers – two, then three – got that tiny little pink among the gray to open up, loosening it just enough.
Kuoz spat on it, rubbing the bubbly white in with his cock before slowly pushing forward. The flesh was so tight, barely able to take the head of his cock, but it was enough. The gnoll growled as he rammed forward, the startlingly cold stone against his hips a delightful contrast to the warm – if cool at the core – tunnel that he filled.
He humped without care or concern. The stone body could not complain; it was just…there. There and waiting. In, out, in, out, taking his time to really break that hole in, feeling it clenching weakly around him. Too much stone, not enough flesh; it couldn’t really respond, but it was still able to take him, take him all the way to the root every damn time.
He wondered how the half-elf felt, getting rutted by a gnoll like him. A beast like him would never have a chance with these people. They’d kill him without ever giving him a chance to speak. No second thoughts about it, either. They’d just…slaughter him. And now? Now, he was getting the chance to put his cock in them, showing them the pleasure that the beasts would take from them. Hell, he wondered if the little bitch was enjoying it, deep down inside.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He grunted, not even thinking about the half-elf’s pleasure. What was the point? Even if the half-elf was able to feel it and enjoy it, he wasn’t going to be returning that tiny prick to flesh. It was better off as a stone decoration on a toy. The thought was enough to have him bucking his hips forward with abandon, his own sac slapping gently against the stone below.
Finally, he hilted and held himself in place, feeling each pulse of pleasure as he filled an adventurer to the brim. It was a new pleasure, strange and powerful, to have something that would always look down on him under him. It made him…curious, and in a way that he had never considered before.
What else could he do?
What more could he enjoy?
He pulled out slowly, that hole briefly clenching around his load before he turned it to stone once more. It gaped, now, frozen open at a perfect size for fucking, and his cum oozed out from inside.
What else could he do?
What else [i]would[/i] he do?
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
Summary: A darker kinky idea for Kink-Vember the fourth. A gnoll sorcerer ends up petrifying a group of adventurers and has a bit of a dark thought of what he might do with them.
Tags: M/M, F/solo, Petrification, Anal, Statues, Sex with Object, Gnoll, Human, Half-Elf, Orc, Turned to Stone, Transformation, D&D, Surprise, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Petrified, Flesh to Stone,