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In the prologue, our ten adventurers discovered a strange vial inscribed in an ancient language.

In Part I, Connor the barbarian sampled it, finding its effects made him an even more bullish fighter than before.

In Part II, Stefan the fighter drinks from the vial in desperation; he regains perhaps a little too much vitality, and a change of focus onto a bigger picture.

From hence we begin...

Part III - The Other Source

"Will someone please explain to me," Sir Paul snarled, stomping down the stairs with a wild look in his eyes, "what the fuck that was?" The paladin's practised politeness had vanished, along with - it seemed - two of the company's warriors.

"What do you mean?" Vernon asked, a leering grin appearing on his face. "Have you never seen a man tend to the lusts of battle by himself? I know you have your boy Brent, but..."

"I'm talking about the huge fucking monster that just flew away!" Sir Paul snapped back, missing the insult as he thrust his armoured fist towards the stairs. In his excitement, he almost clocked his squire as he followed his master down the stairs. "Are you all so blind that you missed what happened?"

Elwin squirmed, feeling an icy chill creep down his back. He was glad Robin had taken control of the vial, all of a sudden. "Please, good sir, calm down, and explain precisely what you saw."

He was pleased when his plan worked well: giving the paladin something to focus on other than confused rage calmed him down, and by the time he and the squire were finished relating the tale they told, everyone seemed to be feeling sufficiently on edge enough to stay quiet so he could think.

"I think we have a problem," the mage confessed. "I'm not sure exactly what's in that vial, but I don't think any of us ought to be drinking it any more." Internally, he made the exception if he was about to die - being turned into a monster was far more preferable to that - but he wasn't about to let that little detail on. "I think the rat-men we met here must have been a band of adventurers like us, who drank from the vial and transformed into the monsters we just killed."

"That's a pretty big leap of logic, Elwin," Vernon chided.

The words spilled out of Elwin's mouth. "Well, the rat-men had it. Connor drank it, and went off. We haven't seen him. Stefan drank it, and we have eyewitness testimony that it caused him to transform."

"Not into rat-men," Sir Paul snorted, regaining some, but not all, of his composure. Even the poorest reader of a man's character could tell he was rattled. "Last time we faced them, I noticed no beaks or wings."

"Well, that I can't explain," Elwin acknowledged, but it still makes sense to me..."

"What makes sense to me," Robin interjected, "is that we should get our asses out of here."

"Marcus isn't back yet," Sir Paul observed, "and we did not see Ashfist whilst we were upstairs."

"If he didn't come back when a huge swooping bird the size of a horse flew through the air," Vernon snorted, "then maybe we're better off without him? And it's quite possible Marcus has been killed. Even so..."

"Even if I'm dead," a voice came from the darkness, a figure stepping out of it that seemed to materialise out of thin air, "since I'm still actually doing something, I still expect to get paid."

"And to think," Vernon answered, deciding now was the perfect time to check his fingernails, "I'd hoped to be economical with His Majesty's coin."

Elwin immediately leapt to his feet, walking over to the returned Marcus and informing him of what had transpired while he had been scouting. The rogue was very sceptical. "I think you've all gone crazy sitting here doing nothing," he finally said once the mage was done with his story, "but I've seen crazy things happen before."

"Did you see Connor?" Elwin asked.

"No," Marcus answered, "but I'm pretty sure there was something out there. Even if he hasn't been transformed into a rat-man or whatever it is you say Stefan turned into..."

"Probably a griffin," Elwin offered. His face was bright red: he'd been trying his best to tell them everything that he knew or suspected - it was why they bothered to bring him along, after all - but none of them seemed to be taking him incredibly seriously. His voice had cracked, and he was embarrassed with how squeaky he sound. He wondered, privately, if perhaps he would end up being turned into one of the rat-men if he drank from the vial.

"Whatever," Marcus waved his hand, "the point is, he should have been back by now. He's a grown man, but we've got a job to do, and wandering off and possibly getting yourself killed is amateurish. I say we leave, and..."

"... and I say we don't," Vernon finished for him. "The King is paying a lot of - "

Vernon was interrupted in turn by the horrible, stone-shuddering roar that emerged. Everyone froze, unable to recognise or place the sound that seemed to come from all around them.

That was their mistake.

The huge monster barrelled into the room: the mass of naked quivering humanoid muscle was terrifying enough to behold, if it weren't topped with a horned bull's head, and sporting a huge, glistening erection. The monster bellowed, charging into the room.

Everyone fled.

Some of them were more successful than others. Elwin tried as best he could, but fortune had placed him in the worst place: near the dark door that the beast had sprung from, facing into it has he had been going over to Marcus. While Marcus had been closer, the rogue was far more nimble and used to acting quickly in stressful situations, and had been coming out of the door. It didn't take much for the monster - a Minotaur, Elwin realised with cold horror - to seize him by the wrist and drag him into the maze of dark hallways that lay beyond.

Elwin's body froze up: he couldn't even soil himself, all he could do was dumbly follow the Minotaur along. What light there was from the chamber they had been resting in disappeared quickly as the Minotaur moved them through the tunnels. There was now no real other option than let the beast carry him wherever he was going to lead them: it was either that, or try to find his way through potentially trap-filled, dark corridors. At least the Minotaur would offer a quicker death than suffering in a trap, or starvation.

Trying to return to his senses, Elwin tried to go over everything he knew about Minotaurs. There wasn't much: they were known to be fearsome, lusty warriors that had been pushed off of the surface and into dark, cavernous mazes like this one through fear. While he continued to mull things over in his mind, he strained to hear any noises for the others. He let out a short, self-pitying laugh, which turned the Minotaur's red eyes towards him. "Cowards!" he sobbed quietly. Even if they had regained their courage and regrouped, it would be too late for him. The Minotaur had him, and he would probably be dead by the time someone found him - if they ever did.

Elwin licked his lips, doing what he did best: thinking. Most of it was about how much he was going to miss out on. Studying had given him knowledge of a great many things most men never knew about, but you didn't get much of an opportunity to be with anyone but your masters and your fellow students. He'd remembered how strange it had been to see women: it had been months since he'd seen the last one. Women were too much of a distraction - enticing men away from the pursuits of the mind with the pleasures of the body - and had been banned from his college. "I'm going to die a virgin," he thought glumly; he remembered the mocking he'd received from some of the adventurers, and since the party was all-men he didn't get much of a chance to even meet with women.

Suddenly, Elwin's mind became alert. While it was true he'd never been with a woman, he was hardly innocent. Put together enough young men in the prime of life, he'd learned, and things tended to happen. He'd gone to secret revelries, where the students had gotten drunk on liquors they had made in secret, smoked some of the more interesting samples from herbalism studies, and once that was done one thing tended to lead to another. Sometimes it just happened because two students both had needs that wanted satisfying. Some men preferred it; while Elwin wasn't in that category, he hadn't not liked it.

Looking down, Elwin checked on the Minotaur's cock: the huge erection was still exposed, its shadow moving to and fro in the darkness. A plan started to form in Elwin's mind; thinking it through helped to make him less panicked. There was still a lot to be concerned about: even the most well-endowed of the students he'd been with hadn't had as impressively large a penis as the monster had, and he was quite sure he would be a lot more aggressive in the throes of lust than they were.

When they got to the next intersection, Elwin put his plan into action, stumbling over until he was on the ground. The Minotaur grunted, cursing; Elwin, however, hadn't been listening. All of his attention was on enacting his plan. It all depended on how the Minotaur reacted: there was a good chance he might be killed, but it would at least put an end to things quickly. When the Minotaur stopped to help him to his feet, it was as though silence had swallowed him up; the only thing he could hear was the rapid pounding of his heart as it seemed to want to flee his chest. As quick as he could, Elwin got onto his knees, hands reaching out for the monster's erection.

The Minotaur gave a surprised - but not angry, Elwin noticed - grunt. Sighing in relief, Elwin opened his mouth. He guided the end of the Minotaur's long, hard cock into his mouth. Almost immediately, he choked and gagged as the beast thrust forward, the long piece of bull flesh poking him in the back of his throat.

Coughing in the small moment of time when the Minotaur pulled back and thrust in again, Elwin heard him rumble. The words were almost so quiet that he thought he imagined it at first, but his mind quickly filtered out the words: "Yeah, this much better."

Things started to connect together. "C-Connor?" Elwin knew he wasn't particularly brave; instead he prided himself on his good judgement. It took him all of the former and none of the latter to ask the Minotaur the question that had popped into his head when he'd heard the monster speak.

The Minotaur stared at him. His huge nostrils snorted, tilting Elwin's head back up. Glowing red eyes looked down into the mage's head. "No talk," he ordered. "Just fuck."

Elwin's throat was almost too raw to talk, and his body was shaking, but he knew he needed to speak up or probably-Connor's cock was going to thrust out the back of his neck. "Yes," he quickly agreed. "Just fuck. But slow." It took every ounce of self control not to try to bolt away in the instant the Minotaur stared down at him, but Elwin instead grabbed on to the cock - with both hands, it was that big - and put the tip between his lips. His tongue went to work. "Wish I was drunk for this," he thought glumly as he tried to pleasure the creature.

Whether the Minotaur was actually Connor or not, it didn't matter; Elwin had distracted him long enough to get him slightly under control. With his hands in place, he protected himself enough that the hard thrusts weren't so hard on his body. "Good," the minotaur moaned, giving Elwin an encouraging pat on the head.

"Good," Elwin's head echoed. If Connor thought he was compliant, things would go easier for him, and give him a chance to escape. Hot liquid dripped from the Minotaur's cock onto his tongue, as it lapped the underside of the pink, fleshy rod. His hands pumped up and down, figuring out when the Minotaur was about to thrust forward, maximising what he hoped was the pleasure while giving him a bit of breathing room.

"I guess it's not too bad," Elwin started thinking. His body seemed to be tingling, warmth spreading through him. His heart raced as energy seemed to crackle over his skin. Even his cock seemed to be getting harder. As the Minotaur continued to thrust and drip into him, Elwin started to actually enjoy the attention. He started letting the Minotaur thrust into him, moving his hands away to fondle the huge balls that swung in between his legs.

Then his hands dropped down, moving to claw off the robes he was wearing: Elwin suddenly felt too hot to be wearing clothes. There didn't seem to be as much discomfort when the Minotaur forced his way in. He was actually starting to enjoy it. Joining the Minotaur in the nude, Elwin put up his hands to pause him from thrusting for a moment, looking at the strange blue light surrounding his hands. Or at least where his hands should have been, because the tips of his fingers were not visible; if it weren't for the blue, translucent shape capping them, he wouldn't have been able to tell that's where his fingers were.

The light illuminated the gleaming fluids trickling down the Minotaur's cock. "Wait!" Elwin pleaded, trying to clear his head enough to focus on whatever it was that was happening to his hands. The light seemed to be spreading, his whole body glowing, as though he was surrounded by blue fire that was heating him, and burning him away. It left him with a strange, empty feeling inside him, a feeling that seemed to get worse the longer he kept the Minotaur from fucking him.

Elwin still needed time to think, and having the Minotaur constantly smashing into his face didn't help, even if it did help make him feel full. Gulping, he turned around, raising his buttocks into the air; he giggled as he noticed they were glowing, but then the Minotaur thrust forwards. The emptiness was gone, then back, then gone again, switching with every thrust in and pull out. "That's odd," he thought, "shouldn't it hurt?"

Looking down to where his hands should have been pressing down on the ground, he found two magical blue gauntlets. His hands weren't inside them: he could move the magical plated digits easily enough, but there wasn't any sense of touch. Even magical spells had a feeling to them: Elwin was very familiar with the crackle of energy magic had to offer, but he wasn't feeling it.

"Tingly," the Minotaur grunted. Elwin looked down: through the blue light surrounding his body, he could see the Minotaur's thick hips thrusting away, seeming oblivious to what was happening. It was fascinating, looking through himself, watching the huge cock push into the nothingness that seemed to be filling him up. Any time the Minotaur was inside him, the magic seemed to fire all around him, sending erotic tingles all over his skin. Or the plating of the magical armour he seemed to be turning into.

"I don't understand," Elwin thought, but it was too late to be doing anything about it. The Minotaur's fluids disappeared as they fell into him, each drop causing a surge that travelled around inside him, feeding the magic.

Imagining licking his lips that he wasn't sure were there any more, Elwin knew what he wanted. When the Minotaur thrust forwards next, he pushed back. Magic surged around him. The Minotaur was actually inside him now: he could feel the curvature around the muscles where his body intersected his. The blue surrounding him grew deeper, and Elwin shuddered.

To test his experiment further, he moved again; more of the Minotaur was inside him - the Minotaur seemed oblivious to this, too caught up in thrusting his hips to notice what he was thrusting into - and deeper blue surrounded him for longer.

Elwin then stood up, surrounding the Minotaur. For a moment he was barely there, just the bits of him that would have stood outside the huge monster's body. Then he grew, his body feeling his way around, wrapping snugly around the confines of the Minotaur's massive body. Elwin moaned: he'd never been particularly strong before, but shifting around the Minotaur's body with his gave him a potent surge. He flexed, and the Minotaur flexed too; he could feel the muscles tightening inside him.

"What you do?" Connor asked. Elwin knew who it was - or had been - now: his wearer's mind was an open book.

Elwin demonstrated, the deep blue around his right hand burning white as Connor's thick hand clenched into a fist. They punched the wall; Elwin felt the shock jangle up him, but he could tell Connor hadn't. "Magic," Elwin explained.

"Magic strong!" Connor observed.

"Yes," Elwin agreed. "Connor strong too." They ran their hands over the Minotaur's muscle, Elwin's magic shell able to penetrate itself as he admired the flesh inside him. The muscles felt so strong and warm: Connor's touch told him so.

"Magic Light Boy," Connor asked. "Fuck now?"

Elwin agreed, his blue turning a deep red instead. He let Connor have control of his hands, letting him stroke the now-glowing, dripping pink rod. Nothing could escape: Elwin fed off of the Minotaur pre-cum as Connor moaned and bellowed as he pressed his back against the wall, both hands stroking along the huge cock.

Feeling Connor's arousal wasn't enough for Elwin's creative mind, though. He needed to do something, and had a few ideas of his own. Needing the practice in his new form, he undulated himself, contracting and dilating along Connor's shaft, feeling the Minotaur moan, his arms dropping to his side as his body gave itself up to the pleasures Elwin was unleashing on him.

Elwin wasn't done though: collecting up some of himself, he started to press inside the ring of flesh between Connor's thick, muscular, bovine buttocks. Connor bellowed as Elwin forced his way inside, the tail raising instinctively as Elwin continued to probe.

"Ngh!" Connor groaned, his breath short and his voice raspy. "What you doing?"

Elwin didn't have the patience to describe what a prostate was, or what you could do to it. He didn't want to have to explain a whole bunch of anatomy and physiology to the big, dumb brute who wouldn't understand it. Instead he flashed Connor the image of something inside him, and just continued sliding inside. Once he figured he was in about the right place, Elwin made sure to dig into Connor's head as much as he could. Then he started to rapidly thrust away, overstimulating the Minotaur's prostate while intensifying the spasms he was sending up and down Connor's bovine cock.

Connor collapsed down, looking more like a bull than ever. He bellowed, what little intelligence there was unable to cope with being utterly overwhelmed with Elwin's sexual stimulation. As Connor bellowed again, Elwin felt the cum racing up Connor's shaft, the strong body shaking uncontrollably as Elwin continued to milk him.

Whatever seed Connor produced, Elwin absorbed it eagerly, using it to work harder at pumping more and more out of it. Waves of colour spread over the magical skin Elwin had become as he gave Connor the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. "Lucky you've got such big balls," Elwin thought, giving the huge orbs a gentle squeeze to help empty them out, "because I need all that juice from you."

For a while, Connor sprawled on the ground, a muscular puddle of monster on the floor, as the kaleidoscope of colours flashing over his skin settled down. Elwin relaxed as well: that had been incredibly intense.

"Fuck again?" Elwin asked Connor.

Connor could only grunt inarticulately in response.