Xavian
I'm back with another first! Thought I'd do a story with a kink I've not included in a submission yet, Hyper Watersports. If that's not your thing, I'd give this one a miss, or at least only read the first half.
Latherion, the massively-hunky night elf warrior, is off to clear a settlement of evil satyr. However, they're much more cunning and formidable than he had anticipated! =O
Enjoy!
Xavian
"Shouldn't be long now," the night elf said to himself as he strode through the vast forest of Ashenvale. The colossal warrior had taken it upon himself to try and rid the area of the satyr menace once and for all. For years they'd fought them back, but the demons would always gather their strength within their home of Xavian, before they were ready to attack again. Latherion was sick of it, and was heading deep into their lair to dispatch them once and for all!
The truly titanic kaldorei stood at a height of 9'6, and was built with simply-gargantuan musculature that made finding heavy armour near-impossible. He'd long settled on wearing more manoeuvrable gear, a leather harness stretched taut across his mighty torso, and a pair of reinforced cloth shorts barely holding in his tree-trunk thighs. Needless to say his manparts were equally as impressive as the rest of him, if not moreso, and thus swung about proudly, barely held within his legwear. Other than this he only wore a pair of large boots, and was equipped with an immense greatsword which the hulk handled with ease.
It wasn't long before he saw it, or at least the entrance, a large set of ancient elven ruins, an archway appearing to be the only way inside, and of course it was guarded by two large, muscular satyrs. Latherion neared, his long, pristine-white hair flowing back in the wind with his quick, stealthy movements. He furrowed his brow as he took in their forms, not unlike the night elves, there were strong reminders of what they once were. Smooth, but ruggedly-handsome faces, powerful, muscular bodies that were even close in colour to the typical kaldorei, though tinged slightly-green, the colour of the fel magic that corrupted them. They were night elves no longer. Large horns pushed up and out from their heads, and a long, wide tail hung down behind them. His eyes lowered to their legs, covered in a coarse fur that ran down to what would be feet, but were now hooves.
He could hold himself back no longer, with a fierce yell he charged at them, holding his massive weapon high, and before they could even react, he had cut the first one down, cleaving him in two. The other guard hissed and raised his hands, tossing a curse at Latherion which hit, though the feeble spell could only sap a fraction of his vast strength, the fierce warrior easily finishing him of too. More satyr soon appeared though, and darted at the night elf, who only readied his blade once more. Once they were close enough, a sweep of steel cut three of them down at once, though the others had tossed all manner of dark magics his way, burning him, weakening him, but he didn't even stagger, working his way through the small crowd of demons in no time at all.
Once he'd finished them off, he looked up to see a single satyr standing no more than 10 feet from him, sneering, not paying his fallen kin the slightest bit of notice. He looked the elf over before speaking.
"Impressive, you'll do nicely," and with that he raised both hands, sending a large bolt of shadow energy towards him. Latherion raised his blade defensively, but before the bolt reached him, it split up into four and passed around him, circling him a few times, the warrior not sure what to do, having never seen such magic before. He tried to swipe at them with his sword, but his slow sweeps weren't even close to hitting the rapid orbs of shadow. After a short while of this, the satyr stomped one of his hooves, and the bolts immediately honed in, striking the night elf. Rather than damaging him though, they were completely painless, Latherion quick to check himself over. Only a second or two later though, he felt what he could only describe as an intense feeling of dread fill his body, and everything went black, the warrior slumping to the ground, unconscious.
It was a short while later that the hunky night elf awoke, groggily peering around, his eyes widening as he found himself surrounded by satyr! He rapidly tried to get to his feet, finding himself unable to move, looking at his arms and legs, and finding ethereal shackles binding him in place. It didn't help that his usual attire had been removed, the stud left completely bare.
"Trying to escape is useless".
Latherion glanced over to see the same satyr as before peering down at him with a wide grin, then gesturing over to a couple of satyr around him who were channelling the binding spell. The warrior ceased his attempts at escape, sitting back against the large stone wall behind him.
"Fiends, what do you have planned with me? I've no intention of giving you any of my people's secrets," he glared at the satyr, who he assumed now to be their leader. The demon just scoffed back at him.
"I don't need your people's secrets, I need only your seed," his grin only widened.
Latherion blinked, "My...seed?".
"Indeed, you see there is a particularly devastating ritual I seek to cast, so destructive infact that it will ensure that all of Ashenvale will be ours. Unfortunately such a large spell requires a very large amount of reagents, and thus your current production will be...insufficient," he nodded to a couple of other satyr who raised their hands, channelling fel magic into the night elf, who grimaced and groaned as the corruptive magics seeped into him.
"Ah, but we need pure elven seed for the spell to be a success, so I can't have you turned into a satyr," the leader pulled out a small purple crystal and placed it onto a stone pedestal. Chanting silently for a moment, the gemstone began to shine a brilliant light over the area, and instantly the warrior felt his pain go away.
"Wh-What did you...?".
"Hah, we procured this from some of the draenei in the region, it negates the corruptive power of fel magic, so we can pump it into you without having you change into one of us, a pity if you ask me," he snickered, "Thankfully all that fel magic -will- do something. Ah, it seems to be starting right now infact," he stepped back.
Latherion could feel an odd sensation sweep through him, an empowering warmth that filled every fibre of his being, imbuing him with strength. He glanced down in time to see his already-monumental body actually starting to grow in size!
At first it was most evident in his arms and legs, the already-immense limbs bulging out even more massively, growing longer and thicker by the moment. His hands and feet were also steadily increasing in size. The warrior took his chance, trying again to struggle free, but the satyr merely strengthened their spells, another couple of them channelling, the phantasmal shackles remaining in place. As he shook about though, his back slammed against the thick stone wall behind him, demolishing it to dust under it's increased size, and Latherion looking down himself to see his chest balloon out too, his mighty pecs swelling steadily larger too. His six-pack soon became a huge eight-pack of deeply-defined, bulging abdominals, climbing higher into a real wall of muscle as the elf only continued to grow bigger.
"Perfect, all according to plan, now, let us extract what's ours," the leader gestured to another couple of satyr in the crowd, and all three approached the giant stud. The leader swooped in between his legs, licking his lips as the massive sack before him. He reached forward, and began to fiercely stroke over the huge balls, murring softly as he could hear the thick cum bubble and churn within them.
The other two demons climbed atop the still-expanding warrior, looking up at his hill-like pecs which rose and fell heavily with the giant's panting. Using their foul magic they conjured a pair of large, shadowy hands each, grabbing at his oversized nipples, and using both to pump them, Latherion could only arch his back and groan out loudly as pleasure wracked his body.
It was only then that the immense kaldorei could feel an intense pressure inside him, a tidalwave ready to gush forth, but it wasn't his seed. Truth be told he had meant to sort it out before assaulting Xavian, but his trip had been faster than expected. It had been hours since he'd last had a piss, and his newfound size only meant a bigger strain on his overflowing-bladder. The feeling of bliss sweeping through his body made it harder to hold back, and he knew it wouldn't be long before his willpower gave out.
"Ngh, s-stop! Please! I can't hold myself back much longer!" his focus on holding back made it difficult to fully articulate himself, and naturally the satyr assumed he was about to unload his copious amounts of pure elven seed over them.
"Hah! And why would we stop precisely what we put into motion?" the leader asked, a wide smirk on his face as he doubled his efforts, grabbing and squeezing at what he could of those still-growing balls. The other two only pumped harder, gripping the warrior's nubs tighter in their shadowy hands.
"You don't...ngh...understand! I'm about to...about...to-!" he cut himself off as the last of his strength gave out, the floodgates opening, and a powerful geyser erupting forth from his gargantuan erection. The satyr cheered, though abruptly stopped as they realised it wasn't thick, night elf cum raining down over them, but a monsoon of hot, golden piss!
"Graagh, what is this?! Are you...?!" the leader shielded his face as the torrent came down in full force, in moments the ritual grounds were flooded, and Latherion showed no signs of stopping. On the contrary, he only groaned out louder in relief as his deluge of golden water strengthened tenfold, so strong infact that many of the satyr were unable to avoid being swept away in the tide. The demonic spellcasters were interrupted as all of them were carried away, the warrior's growth finally stopping, and the ethereal bindings on his wrists and ankles fading from existence. However, too wrapped up in the pleasure of finally being able to empty his overburdened bladder, he only sprawled back over the stone plaza, making sure every last drop was out of him, and in the process, scattering the remainder of the satyr forces in the settlement, last to go being their leader, who despite desperately trying to channel a protective shield, was overcome by the sheer quantities of the giant's piss, and swept back with the rest of his kin.
Eventually the golden geyser would weaken and cease, Latherion getting his breath back and picking himself up, a little wobbly on his feet as he looked about. The entire settlement seemed bare, and with his quest seemingly accomplished...kind of...he beamed proudly to himself and set off back towards Astranaar, not seemingly minding he was now at least 100 feet tall, and with a goliath erection still throbbing madly between his legs, battering almost every tree he passed.