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Rise of the Dark Divines Part 1

"Hurry we have to get started now!"

The Defiant Ones.

"Kellin, light the incense."

Once a thriving group of people that had defied the ways of the elder gods and used their combined magical talents to put those ancient beings into a deep slumber.

"Everyone, get in the circle and begin the spell. Kellin, step back."

It was only every few hundred years that the ritual needed to be repeated, but every year their numbers declined. Masters of magic passing away without pupils, the ways of magic slowly fading, and only recently more and more of them seemingly vanishing from one year to the next. Now it was time for this to begin again, time for them to form their circle with those that remained, and start the long and drawn out chant into a world that no longer believed that such spells existed, a world that had been without these titans for so long that only those amongst their circle knew the names of the beings that were being put to sleep. The horrifying forces that existed weren't something that this planet was ready to deal with and something that no amount of time would ever be able to advance the human race enough to handle. This was there only line of defense, and that line was dwindling, fading, and now with only a couple dozen these dark cloaked people were forced to take on the ritual that originally took hundred to cast. A toll pushed, but a toll that needed to be done if this marble that was being dragged across the heavens was going to continue to exist.

"We're beginning the shield chant now."

The tone changed, the very pitch of the calls, and the words altered around, their chant sounding out in a deep vibrating hum as the words combined together into what could only be heard as a constant frequency. Once this call impacted the smoke of incense that filled the area around them the fade of fog rolled into a blue cloud that wrapped around them all and pushed outward to fill all of that smoke with their continued tones. The vibration from the chanting took form within the smoke, turning it into a barrier against those that would want to penetrate their ritual. As the smoke completed it's fade a loud and thunderous hit impacted it at one point, then another, then followed another hit. Kellin looked around, spotting the glowing eyes of those that were there. People knocking against it with grayed skin, spirits who's bodies dressed in a long and deep flowing tattered cloak drew their heavy claws against it. People who looked as if their bodies were covered in scales only to have snakes as their lower halves. So many came here to stand before this shield and as they hit against it the force of the vibration that now fully wrapped the smoke pushed back against them and their attacks. The young brunette looked around, his blue eyes widening through his thin framed glasses while he was almost forgetting to breath. Kellin had never seen such creature, had no idea that they even existed, but here they were, showing themselves, even trying to attack the ritual in their futile effort. Even through that, though, he still didn't feel safe, worried about what was going to happen if for any reason this shield managed to go down and grant them the access that these monster so eagerly wished to join.

When his teacher, his trainer, his master called to the others of the circle to switch over to the sleep spell Kellin's sharp blue eyes turned back towards the front, his brown locks flowing into his face a bit to be brushed to the side. He wasn't fit, wasn't muscular, wasn't designed to fight monsters, but he knew a few spells, beginner spells, and knew that if he got involved in this ritual that the entire process would be over his head. He was needed here, taking orders, lighting incense, working to make sure that his teacher had everything he needed. It wasn't just Kellin that was on the line here, but everyone and everything on the planet. If he was forced to fight off these creatures with the very limited knowledge that he knew as an apprentice then he would do whatever he could, but this young man, this barely legal teen, wasn't going to pretend and imagine as if such a thing wasn't horrifying to him. He had to be frightened of them, they were terrifying, but he'd stand and be ready, he'd be brave, but that fear returned to him again when the monsters on the other side of that smoke barrier calmed down. Their fists no longer hitting the shield, their movements no longer coming in aggressive, but they all simply stood there, watching, waiting. The very sight of it caught Kellin's breath short, but soon he heard exactly why.

The sound of that chanting had changed, at first they were casing their spell correctly, but little by little their chant was taken over by moans, by grunts, by the heat of the words that they were preaching. The turn of his head took him to look on at them, but even with his lack of knowledge he knew something was wrong. This wasn't just some normal mishap that can happen, something was influencing them, draining them, forcing them to grow hot, horny, and needy there on the spot. The horror that he was forced to look in on was far worse than anything that stood outside that shield, and worst of all there was even less that this teenager was going to be able to do about it. His voice opened in a squeak, knowing that he shouldn't interrupt, knowing that he needed to keep quiet so that the others could focus, but even listening to his master's voice chanting, he could hear the panting in his throat, the sound of lust coursing through him just as it did all of the others here. Kellin knew that the circle was about to fall.

"M.. Master?" He'd ask with a stutter, trying to find out what was wrong without interrupting the ceremony that even he could tell was failing horribly.

The movement of that older man, the turn of his head, the shifting of his gaze fell straight onto the approach of the apprentice that stepped forward. This master of magic would continue to try his chanting, never stopping, never quitting, but as his hand slipped down under that robe and wrapped his fingers around the length of that long shaft, his own pleasure and need would come to be his downfall. He couldn't stop himself, though, his mind screaming that he should, but his body moving almost on it's own out of pure emotional instinct that left this elder magic user to pant, to moan, to even churn his hips to the force of the hard shifting movement of his gripping fingers that held that cock so hard just for him to thrust into his own palm. The figure of his words the rhythm was being killed by the sensation of hot pleasure from his hand wrapped around that shaft with his wrist moving faster and tighter by the second. Words started to be cut off by moans, and soon failed entirely while he called out loudly with his head turned back. His body shaking to the sensation of white ropes being pulled from his hot dick, his body shivering to the warm cum that fired off one after another in bubbling waves right against the inside of his rope. A wet spot forming against that fabric to the view of Kellin who stepped back in worry and amazement at just how bad things had gotten. Those blue eyes turning slowly around the group, seeing everyone else in much worse conditions that his master was. The blue around them starting to slowly fade away, and every inch that they lost to that shield the closer that those monsters standing outside of it drew to the group here.

Kellin backed away, his eyes widened in fear, confusion, the feeling that he needed to do something to help, but lacking the knowledge to do it. As he turned to look at the others he could see a an elder laying on her back, her robe open and another resting over her with his hard shaft running in and out of her. Those lips between the two no longer even trying to chant as they moaned and grunted, and called out to one another. Another stood by, his head rolled back with the feeling of a tight mouth rubbing down the length of his exposed shaft. The tongue hanging free of the mouth in order to defend against those bottom teeth and tighten the grip that those lips had while the one doing this hard sucking would grip his own stiff member as well as the cock of another elder that stood at his other side. The skill of pleasuring two males, as well as himself, already growing that thickening chub of the young apprentice while he felt his own breath starting to harshen more the longer he looked on. Another site came when a woman rested down on her side, her leg lifted high into the air while her same sex counterpart licked deep into the bared pussy, driving that tongue into her entirely until nether lips were crushed down by a the feminine moans and soft cooing tones of lips painted in a deep red by royal colored lipstick leaving a nice smear and colorful imprint against the that heated pussy that she so delicately suckled on. In long driving moans the chanting had ended entirely, and while the shield faded away not a single one of them noticed closing in forces of the dark deity's monstrous servants closing in around them.

This young apprentice did what he never thought he would. Those steps into the inner circle here protected him from the fading blue mist that was closing in around all of them, his eyes widened as he saw grins and confident smirks. The circle had fallen, the ritual canceled and the only thing that Kellin could do was wait and watch as the loud moans and cries of hot seed rushed from all them one after another just as that shield faded and gave way for the first among them to be taken away from the monsters, forcing him to vanish into the crowd that had gathered. The woman that he had been laying looked to find out why he had stopped, her heated cunny leaking with the potent male seed that had been dumped into her a number of times that she hadn't even bothered to count. With her hand shifting the glasses on her face those lips opened, those eyes widened, and without even being able to give out a scream large powerful hands wrapped around her ankle and dragged her away instantly. There was no sound from her, not even a peep, just as there wasn't for any others that quickly were snatched from the circle. One by one they were taken, pulled back into the crowd of monsters that closed in. The final man that remained to stand there was that master who brought this young adult here. The two stared at one another, wordlessly just as the sad expression of failure that washed over that elderly face showed the remorse for the world that he'd managed to fail and then with serpent tail wrapping around his body he too, this elder master of magic was pulled into the depths of the crowd leaving Kellin completely alone to wait for his turn as the blue smoke slowly lost it's shine and faded away. Kellin was left grinding his teeth, feel his non-muscular figure await it's turn. He wasn't physically fit, he wasn't an athlete at all, and while he stood here watching them all he knew it was only a matter of time and with his eyes closing he just waited to find out which of these many monsters would get to him first.

* * *

The weird stress that filled his body left him standing there, waiting, wondering, but soon when he felt his body exhale and his eyes peek open all he could see was a room that he was suddenly in. Nothing had touched him, claimed him, whatever it was that they did, but here he was just standing in this room by himself. No circle, no elders, no gathering, just these stone walls that rested in ruin against what had to at one time be some kind of town. The mist that seemed to roll through here limited his eyes as the white dust from it kicked up in every movement that he made. Shifting his figure side to side while he felt that mist pick up and settle easily to the motion of his body. This wasn't a normal mist, it was a cloud of dust from something, left over stone, fragments small enough to be lighter than the air allowed this entire place to be covered in a mist made entirely out of rock dust. When that dust lifted too high, though, it forced him to caught, to move from that room and open the door in order to allow himself into what would have been a living room if it hadn't been entirely destroyed. What at one time had been an upper floor now rested in a crumbled mess down in the room before him leaving the young adult to need to step over and climb the mound. At the peak of this mound of rubble he was caught to stand perfectly still, his eyes looking out over the streets and lawns that he was coming to expect here and while they stood there perfectly as one would expect so did the grey sight of statues frozen in place. Life-like figures of people not simply standing there, but crouched, bent, leaning, laying, only the most sexual position that one could determine from the sight of the hard erections on the men and the healthy image of women of all shapes and sizes locked in place as if crafted as some kind of sexual toys.

Hundreds if not thousands of them, perfectly detailed, amazingly figured. Kellin approached slowly, his feet stepping out into the street, to find his own hand moving up to the broad and handsome chest of a man. The feeling of the stone was warm and inviting like a normal person, but hard and stiff like the side of a mountain. The sight of his that face caught Kellin's attention easily, the image of a face that showed a man in the purest of hot pleasure, locked in mid-orgasmic ecstasy for all time. It took a little bit of investigation for those eyes to turn about the rest of those around him, but even this young adult could see that all of the faces were locked in relatively the same image. The sound of a deep grunting soon filled his ears though, it was something distant, but something that drew his attention easily and washed away the question as to who could be making so many statues out here in a clearly abandoned town. With him stepping through the rows of statues that stood in place his hands came around the soft butt of a very curvy woman. As those fingers touched down on her figure he could almost feel the sensation of his grip sinking into that healthy rump, but ignored it for the sake of looking out more carefully towards the sight of the what could only be described as the gorgon Medusa from ancient legends. He gasped at what he saw of her, the sight of her large bust shaking to the motion of a well exposed penis coming from her slit and spreading the walls of a woman that had been forced down on all fours. The deep cries and calls of pleasure from this woman echoed across the ruined buildings of the town, and with a hard shaking of her body this human female would shutter at the sensation of her own climax ripping through her body, the site of despair that it caused from her while she knew her fate right then and there just as her skin turned a steaming grey and locked in place to be added to this collection.

Kellin witnessed this, gasping silently to himself while he continued to hide behind a woman who was clearly riding someone at some point with her legs spread in a straddling position. Every person here had fallen to the same fate, every single statue was at one point a living herself, still living even now after all this time, to remain in forever pleasured orgasmic existence until the end of time itself. With the gorgon slithering away, her tail shifted side to side, pushing her body along the ground before vanishing into the pits of the buildings in order to look for more victims. This left Kellin in peace to explore around, giving his lip while he stepped his way in order to feel over that newly formed person. Her skin was still hard as rock, but strangely soft in just the right places. That squishy rump, those plump breasts, and that growing member tending his pants drew a tongue across his own lips. The very sight of her like this leaving his chest to throb with his heart pounding against it, and finally when he pulled out that meaty seven inches of hot male-ness he'd shove it into that very same hole that the naga had been using only minutes before. His chest jumped at the feeling of it, her tight walls crushing down around him like she wasn't frozen in place at all and his quickly lifting and pushing shaft gave him room to grunt and groan at the amazing feeling of her recently used, and still heated sex leaking her constant stream of hot fem-cum all over his nicely plumped dick.

"Ugh.. yeah." He moaned down to her, looking at the sight of her head turned just enough to see her looking back at him in her climaxing face, "You do like a big cock don't you?"

His hand lifted quickly, coming down fast to pat against that stone rear, thrusting hard and long deep into her while he bit his lip to this beautiful statue of a woman, "Oh yeah.. just a bit longer now. You're so good. So tight.. you really do want this don't you?"

Kellin couldn't hear the call of her tones deep inside of that statue, he didn't even know if she could feel him, but he did know that her squishy tunnel was still leaking her cum all over his shaft in a never ending wave of heated female seed. "That's right, cum all over me.. Mmmm.. I'mm.. I'm going to finish inside of you... you want that don't you? Oh yeah... dirty skank.. You... you.. ugh! You love it!" At that last call the feeling of the hot wave rushing from his body crushed against the back of her awaiting tunnel, flooding her nice and deep and leaving him panting while those fingers continued to rub on her body, allowing himself a bit of time to calm down inside of her before smiling to the absolutely beautiful woman that he'd just pleasured himself with.

* * *

As Kellin worked to lower his heart rate he'd move his hands to put things away, zipping his pants and preparing himself to move on. It was the sound of breathing from the girl he'd just used that caught his attention, driving him into a hot flush that made him suddenly reflect on his actions and how she must have received such a horrible thing. Regret quickly turned to curiosity when he noticed that breathing was all that she seemed to do. The feeling of her wet and damp pussy leaking a hot wave of fem-cream down between her legs left him wondering, but soon he noticed the heated shot coming from different males as well, to include the steam that rolled off of other statue's nether areas. The breathing spread from her like a wave, crashing against the lungs of all that were hear in this street just before their heads turn slowly to look at him. Kellin moved in shock to step back, trying to get out of their range of sight only to find that the faces followed him easily.

A mixture of tones all spoke out at once in almost panting and hushed calls, as if all of them were speaking at the same time through their hard orgasms, "You resist the change."

The fear that clearly washed over Kellin allowed him to speak in a soft squeak, a muffled terrified whisper that could barely be considered speaking, "You... you're one of the.."

"It... has been some time since I have seen a.. mortal... of strong enough magical will to resist my...mmm change," The voices all spoke at once, gasping and groaning in their own climaxes, "Rest easy, ant, in kn...knowing that your will shall soon be added to my collection.... the collection of Eltar, Elder Being of Statues and... ugh Endless Pleasure."

At first Kellin believed that the god would send that gorgon back to him in order to seduce him into a statue, but when the ground beneath his feet began to rumble his heart rate picked up again. The feeling of fear washing through him while he slowly stepped his way backwards towards the buildings once again. The feeling of hands being placed on his shoulders caught him with a jump that made him spin around quickly only to find that it was another of the statues locked in a position of holding onto someone's shoulders while he sexed whoever did this to him into his own stone state. The fast gasp that had erupted from the young man drew a soft smirk, but soon as that rumbling picked up again Kellin was back on his guard.

It was the sight of a statue being swung around the corner of a building that caught his attention, clinging to the wall until Kellin was able to notice that this statue wasn't like the others. It was moving, shifting, adjusting. Using it's joints as it was designed to. At first there was only a single moan calling out from the female who's breasts to arched out front and head and arms pulled backwards with the hips shivering long and hard as fluid rained down from her aching and well used pussy. That moan grew in numbers as more came around, not in a horde or a wave, but attached to one another, suckling, fucking, moaning, and grinding their bodies sexually as this golem made of people locked in an eternal sexual orgy was made to round that building corner. The deep groans and hot moans sounded out in their own lusty session, but as all of the heads turned towards the young man that had invaded their realm, their hot juicy screamed released a thick wash of seed from every joint to drip down over one another and out across the ground itself. Long and hard stomps sending this beast in a rage towards Kellin who turned and ran immediately in order to try and get away from this towering monster.

The shifting of his movements between two houses seemed to slow the golem down, but only until it rammed the people that made up it's body into the walls of the building itself, crashing those bricks down around it as it powered through. When Kellin broke away into another street and passed between even more statues this construct of sexually lusty people reached those "hands" down to have the statue below picked up and slapped into it's body, adding those people to its collection as they too joined in with the sensation of grinding and moaning when they too became added to this hot eternal orgy. Kellin made his way towards a front door, opening it quickly and jumping through while he slammed it behind him. Blue eyes locked on the site of it while the darkness of this room wrapped around him like a security blanket and his back soon coming in contact with something. As he turned he'd look to find a tree there, but even his confused gaze wasn't ready for him to look back towards that door once more and find that it wasn't there.