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“No Holds Barbered"

The thundering cracks above the mountain were so potent that sparks of flame and plumes of ash exploded over the heads of the party throwing themselves into the cave; the only place they could possibly have hoped for sanctuary from the continuous ballistic bombardment that had been screaming over their heads for the past two days; this land was not a land for man nor dwarf, and yet this party of six, consisting of two men and four dwarves were busy trying to pass through the domain of the Sorcerer Malmur. A fool's errand, they'd been told when they started this journey nearly eight months before, over land and across the boiling seas to the east; they had come this far, and they would not be stopping any time soon. Malmur's reign of terror had to come to an end, and all had sworn an oath to do so at the risk or--if it came to it, at the cost of their very lives.

Channing was a fair man, the gaunt features of an elf with pointed pierced ears and blue eyes--the bluest eyes anyone had any right to possess. Not only a man of extraordinary vision, but also with the powers of foresight. He was the one partially responsible for the party; assisting in selecting the best man from the many villages they had encountered, so that their adventure would be a success. He wore a simple dark green tunic with a black hood and gloves. Though he rarely took his hood down, parts of his long, golden locks always seemed to slip out from within, lingering down his shoulders like a cascading waterfall. He bore the dagger, and was swift as a thief, and as accurate as any assassin. Ruberg was the other man; a thick bear of a human with a dark short beard and long, curling locks that fell just barely to his shoulders. His eyes green as a forest glade and his black leather vest and pants a constant reminder that should he wish to slip into the shadows and vanish, he could very well do that. Bennig and Bauber were brothers from their latest stop. They had been traveling with the band for a little under three months now, but had become just as inseparable as the rest of their party. Both dwarves with auburn hair, teetering on the color of brown. Bauber's eyes were clear and a chestnut brown color while Bennig; having been blind for the majority of his life had faint glimmers of brown in the white orbits of his pupils. Despite his disability though, he had become a brutally adept stavesman. He fooled nearly everyone into thinking his vision was perfectly fine, while Bauber was a powerful axeman, strong enough to fell a thickwood tree in one mighty blow. Then was Keng; a dark skinned Dwarf from the Deep Mines, who joined their party after being saved by a virulent poison brought on by a witch's curse. He was a simple farmer, who had never seen a true battle, but joined to see an end to the monster that decimated his home village and his wife along with it. He was not seen in much more than a simple vest that matched his tan leather pants and a white and silver lined jerkin; a family heirloom that provided extreme protection from bladed weapons, and had already served him quite nicely on their journey.

All five men had rallied around the one that started it all; the man clad in gold and onyx colored armor, with a battle ax that was almost as big as a full sized claymore, Pyrebeard seemed like the tallest out of the bunch--that is...out of the bunch of Dwarves in his party. Fiery red hair; beard that traveled down to his stomach and a thick, luxurious mane of hair spiked back before it was sent toppling down his back. When the group started this journey, he almost always kept it tight in a bun, but sometime along the way, he had grown impatient of holding it back, his lustrous locks having set free like a flame that traveled down with a slight curl right at the top of his backside where it ended. The man could hide in this hair, or use it as a tent for its grandeur. It was particularly awesome. The only exception to his bun no longer existing on top of his head was that the very last six inches was weighted down by a small spiked ring that attached to the hair. He could swing his head, and it would hurl like a mace toward its nearest target. It and his sharp, sky blue eyes were his most striking features. And he knew it.

“You lads--" Pyrebeard grunted as a particularly loud explosion from far overhead interrupted his thoughts. As the boom cleared, he finished his sentence: “...alright?"

“This ceaseless cannonfire is about to split my head open." Bennig groaned, putting his hands on top of his head as he seated himself by one of the cave walls sliding down until he rested into the position. “It's completely unnatural."

“Obviously." Bauber said as he wrapped an arm around his brother in comfort. “But I don't think it's cannons that are exploding over our heads." He looked at Channing, who appeared to be in trance-like state. His eyes glowing as he waved his hand around the entrance. “Are they?"

“No." The elf spoke softly. “And it isn't likely to end anytime soon." He put his hand down and his eyes returned to normal as he looked at the group. “This magical bombardment has been constant for decades. A part of Malmur's presence in this realm; it might mean we are closer to him than any that have come before."

“Fucking artillery shells is what it felt like out there." Ruberg snorted. “Every blast was like a grenade hitting us with its wake, throwing us one way or another and yet the explosions are happening hundreds of feet in the air."

“You're right. It's impacting both the ground and sky at once." Pyrebeard nodded. “A few of those blasts got so close they nearly singed my beard off."

“So the question remains how are we to get to Malmur's keep then?" Keng asked.

Suddenly, as if an unseen force had taken control, Channing's body went rigid and his eyes exploded in a bluish ray of light. He gasped as he levitated into the air. After a moment he thrust his head back upright and looked around the room. “Du'gan speaks to me..." He said, speaking the name of an orccish wizard they had met on their travels. Pyrebeard recalled him as being much more massive than he would ever expect a wizard to be, his pale green skin a rather stark contrast to his lavender shirt and plumed pants. But he was dead; killed by a poisoned arrow not two days before their arrival in Malmur's lands...how could he--?

Channing's hand waved across the area near where the two Dwarves had seated themselves, illuminating what looked to be a blocked passage at the back of the small cavern. Bennig and Bauber got up and moved away from it. “There..." He said. “He has given us what we need to go down into the labyrinth below these lands, safe from the explosions...safe from the danger of his patrols..." He looked at Pyrebeard. “Something...he gave you?"

Pyrebeard dipped two fingers into the pouch on his hip and extracted three small black balls. Looking at the sealed door, he knew what his next move was, and without hesitation, Pyrebeard threw them at the opening.

The explosion extinguished all of their torches, briefly filling the room with a bright, white light before everything went black. After a few seconds, Keng's voice called out. “Is everybody still alive in here?" Followed by the groans of the shocked party.

The sound of a flint clicking in the dark brought a spark, then a light to one of the torches as Bauber lit his up, then passed the flame onto the torches carried by Ruberg and Pyrebeard. The passage they blew out was now open; the stones that had blocked it now a pile of rubble on the floor as they regained their bearings.

Pyrebeard let out a cough, clearing the dust from his lungs as it settled. “Ah so the way forward is also the way down, right lads? Shall we keep movin' then?"

“Actually...perhaps we should try to set up camp and get some rest. These past few days have been pretty harrowing." Bennig suggested. “I'm sure I'm not the only one in need of sleep."

“You can sleep through this?" Ruberg asked with an incredulous tone to his voice.

Bennig nodded. “With the proper focus, I can tune about anything out." He said. “With the proper exhaustion we all can. But if we are to face Malmur, then we are all going to need to keep up our strength."

It was agreed; and not long after, even amidst the loud bombardment constantly booming through the sky like a ceaseless thunderstorm, somehow the group crawled onto their bed rolls and soon found that sleep was much, much easier to find.

***

Meanwhile; from nearly one hundred miles away, a large sorcerer watched the party sleep. His massive, clean shaven body slowly inhaling and exhaling as he waited patiently, enjoying their feeble attempts to sleep. He had been aware of them for some time, watching their exploits from great distances as they grew steadily closer to his keep. So close, and yet...so far away. The man leaned forward in his throne, watching the glaring red orb intently as he stroked his fingers along its smooth, reflective surface.

“So...they think they can defeat me?" He said, muttering to himself before turning his steely red eyes toward his cowardly minions who scrambled to avert their gaze. Malmur the Great, with the body of a mere mortal; granted, a mere mortal that could easily lift five hundred pounds; but with the face and head of an embodied skull. Expressionless, his eyes and some muscular movement of his jaw could sometimes express what he felt. “Do you think they could?"

His minions; which could only be described as lowly, horrified imps quickly bowed in terror as the man moved to stand up from his seat and address them directly. “N-n-no...master! No, you are the supreme...you are the most vile, the most--m-most feared man in this world!"

“Truly?" He asked as he lifted his large metallic staff and struck it to the ground, creating a spark that flashed a terrifying green color to fill the room. The man stepped down from his throne, his red cape fluttering back behind him to reveal a black, and very tight thong underneath, his impressive bulge wagging with every step he took. He brought his staff, using it like a walking cane, and every time the metal struck the stone floor it would flash a different color. This happened until he was stood directly over his group of cowering, trembling imps. “DO YOU FEAR ME?!" He let out a guttural roar that made every creature in the room shriek and tremble in sight.

“Y-yes sir--no s-sir!" One of the cowering imps quivered.

“Well? WHICH IS IT?!" His booming voice echoed through the chamber, but none could give him a response. He simply huffed and let his massive snake-like tongue protrude from his mouth and dangle down over his face before lewdly licking at it. “Do I not have the most horrifying disfigurement imaginable? Perfectly evil!" He sighed as he began to stroll overtly around the room. “Do I not have the most taut glutes of any creature of pure terror? Should I not IN FACT bring all the demons to the yard?" He scoffed at the imps' confused looks. “Truly...I was built to horrify and yet...intrigue the entire world. So why do I feel so incomplete?" He sighed as he made his way back to his throne and slung himself weightily across the arms and seat of the chair to look at the orb image of these invaders yet again. “Why...do I need?" He paused and squinted his eyes at the image of Pyrebeard sleeping just off the screen's center and quickly he zoomed it closer. “Him?"

“Wh-what boss?"

Briefly acknowledging his minion he zoomed the visage even closer, bringing Pyrebeard to the full front and center of the image. “Him! Oh what is this man's name? I desire him..."

The imp raised an eyebrow and stared at his master. “HIM sir?" He shrieked. “But that's some stupid, ugly dwarf! Hardly worth your--"

Poof. In a millisecond, the imp had been incinerated by a fiery bolt from Malmur's extended hand. “I'll have no more of your tongue. Therefore you will have no more of your tongue." He said as he relaxed back into his seat, staring at the Dwarf with a sigh of affection. “You must be mine..." He said. “And all I need to do is lure you here..." He let out a triumphant laugh, which bordered on the insane and evil. A laughter that, nearly a hundred miles away...would not be heard.

***

“Pyrebeard..."

A voice woke Pyrebeard from a deep sleep; the dwarf yawned and stretched as he sat up. He hadn't expected to sleep so hard, and unconsciously, he'd already begun to strap his armor on before he realized it was still almost pitch black inside the cave, and his party were all laying around snoring in their deep slumber. The booming outside had also seemed to quiet down some as he looked around for the one who had whispered his name. “Hello?" He spoke, but his word didn't even echo through the cavern. That was when he spotted a soft blue glow just through the doorway they had blasted open the night before.

“Pyrebeard, help me!" He heard the words again from a distance and began to creep toward the edge of the room, sticking his foot through the small entrance to stare down into the darkness below.

Only, it wasn't dark. He could see the blue glow again. It looked like it was darting back and forth through the room, whispering for him to continue toward it. Pyrebeard turned to the others, he wanted to tell them what he was seeing, but something seemed to wire his jaw shut. He didn't...or he couldn't speak to them as he curiously looked back toward the cave. He stepped a foot inside, and noticed a sharp downturn where his toes pointed straight down from the foot he'd used. As he turned to alert the others to this strange turnout, he felt a sudden gust of air pull at him. It nearly blew him into the darkness, but he grappled the frame of the doorway.

“Lads! LADS! Wake up!" He shouted, his voice echoing into the chasm now apparent behind him.

Instantly, the group began to leap to their feet, seeing Pyrebeard in danger they each tried to make their way toward him, but some force seemed to push them back, slowing them down. Pyrebeard watched as he saw his ax unsettle itself from his bedding and slide across the floor in his direction; this was good, if he could get ahold of it the others could use it to pull him to safety. But as the ax hit a crack in the floor it suddenly leaped up onto its hilt and then came flying directly toward the dwarf's head. He forced himself to catch it and with that moment's distraction he was pulled hard into the darkness and above him, he watched as the entrance collapsed in on itself.

Pyrebeard fell for what seemed like an eternity until he hit a rocky surface that dinged hard against his armor. He curled up into as much of a ball as he could to avoid injury as he came down hard. He felt the rocky surface go smooth and he began to slide wildly along the channel of wherever it was he had fallen. Cold wind shooting across the back of his neck, sending his hair into a frenzy of different directions as he lost the braid that bound it into a ponytail and his face was showered by hair, prompting him to violently spit at it to get it out of his eyes.

*BANG! CLANG! BOOM!* The racket he made tumbling through these endless corridors of darkness was enough to shake the earth, and at the very least help his party point out where he had gone to. He'd lost all sense of direction and orientation, he didn't know which way was up or down. All he experienced now was a seemingly never ending void of blackness.

At long last, after seemingly thirty minutes of constant falling, Pyrebeard saw a light at the end of the tunnel. At first, it was nothing more than a pinpoint of light in the distance; but he grew closer and closer at such a fast rate of speed that he shot through the corridor and bounced off a nearby wall like a pinball. And as he slammed into the floor, his chest plate finally shattered, leaving the massive husky Dwarf with a scant layer of shirt over top his armored leg plates, panting madly into the carpet on which he fell for several minutes. He retched several times, trying to get his stomach to behave, and to allow him to move without being violently ill. He removed his gauntlets, as they were so dinged up that he couldn't even move his wrists within them. He finally, shakily got back to his knees and stood up again before looking around:

Pyrebeard found himself in a rather lavish corridor; the ground lined with a velvet-soft, and refined red carpet that ran the length of the entire room. Large, multi-armed chandeliers hung every ten feet or so lined the ceiling above and gave the room the brilliant day-like lighting that he now found himself in. Several imps had lined themselves up at the door at the end of the corridor--wait a minute...imps? Pyrebeard was taken aback by their sudden appearance, visibly recoiling at their presence as they observed him.

“Oy, you boys lookin' at somethin'?" He roared, swinging his ax back behind him. “Lookit this!" He then threw it toward them.

The blade sang as it flew through the air, a whipping noise containing the depth of the weapon's heft and strength as it flew towards the imps. All of them screamed in shock and scattered in different directions. Using a spell he'd learned from Du'gan, he clenched his fist and the ax obeyed, suddenly flying through the air back toward him, allowing him to deftly catch it in his hands. The force of it made his feet slide back a foot, but the point he'd made was quite clear, and now he found himself alone. He walked toward the hole that ejected him out and shouted into it. “Ey lads! Can ya hear me?! OYYYYYYYY!!!" His voice echoed off into the darkness, and disappeared with no response. With a sigh he moved away from the hole and shook his head. “They're probably miles away." He said with regret. “And there's no way back the way I came, so I guess I better find my way out some other way."

The hallway seemed much shorter than it actually felt. Pyrebeard had walked nearly a hundred paces before realizing that the corridor ahead of him hadn't really gotten any closer. Pausing, Pyrebeard looked around to see if there were any other imps around, possibly ready to make things worse for him. But he didn't see anything. He turned back around and continued on his trek toward the end of the corridor; frustratingly, it again seemed to stretch longer and it was getting on the dwarf's nerves.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of something hitting the floor some distance behind him and Pyrebeard roared as he spun on his heel, bringing his ax out in full force as he turned around with a mighty cry. “ALRIGHT YE DENIZENS OF DARKNESS! I--" His voice quelled suddenly, nothing was behind him. Had it been his imagination? He returned his weapon to its holster as he turned again, but the weapon hadn't even attached when the dwarf felt something suddenly tighten around his ankles.

Pyrebeard's legs were suddenly thrust into the air, sending him hard into the ground. He struck with his shoulders and lost his grip on the ax as he was suddenly thrust up into the air and toward the seemingly endless sky that made up the ceiling of this place. He phased through the darkness, a swirling of clouds and fog washing over him as he was wildly flung through the air and into a completely black plane of space and for several minutes, he found himself halted with no ability to move.

“Well, well. Look at what my web has caught..." A dark chuckle sent a shiver down Pyrebeard's spine as he watched a shape approach him from the darkness, and he brazenly recoiled as Malmur stepped into view and the entire room illuminated around them.

He was hideous; at least from the neck up in Pyrebeard's opinion. He watched as the skeleton with the burning red eyes stared at him. His cape draped over his shoulders, but not really able to close around his massive chest. That hideous ivory skull grinning at him from underneath the cowl of the cape. “I dunno who ye are..." Pyrebeard grunted as he struggled against this restraining spell now locking all of his body parts down. “But you're gonna pay for interfering with my quest?"

“Aw. And what exactly...is your quest?" The skeletal faced demon asked, dragging a single fingernail down along the dwarf's shirt, the nail tearing into the fabric and slicing it away like it was nothing. “Adventurer?" He added with a heavy coating of sarcasm in his voice as Pyrebeard's shirt fell off him and landed on the floor under him; just out of reach.

“We're...looking for an evil sorcerer named Malmur." The dwarf replied, shuddering as the beefy skeleton dragged his fingernails down his pelt of chest hair; the sound of them scratching along the hair filled his ears and he shook, trying to resist, but hung helpless upside down in front of him. “We mean to destroy him."

“Destroy?" The man cackled in delight before waving his fingers and rotating Pyrebeard upright. His long hair falling into his face, leaving the other to brush it clear. “My dear...dear handsome dwarf, no one can destroy him. For he is me, and I cannot be defeated by a petty, puny bunch of adventurers." He walked around Pyrebeard now, his fingers trailing with his pace, dragging across the dwarf's shoulder, then his back and other shoulder as he made a complete circle. He was observing every scar, every divot, every blemish of the dwarf's skin through the hair. “Of course...I do think you could amuse me for a time..." He chuckled.

***

The tunnel had been sealed off as the party scrambled for over an hour to try and uncover the buried passage before finally giving up. The tunnel had been destroyed and collapsed in on itself, Channing had likened it to an amazing twisting of reality; not only had the tunnel collapsed but the very space it took up was impossibly contorted. A spell so powerful that none of them could even hope to come close to breaking it. It had to be Malmur; and Pyrebeard was now missing. They had set out toward the tower, following Channing into the swirling mists of the fiery storms that continued to bombard them from overhead, seeking shelter every chance they could in the hopes that the near-hundred miles they had to traverse could be easily countered by magical protections and means. Alas; they had no way to hurry on their journey, and they were now running against the clock. They knew Malmur's weakness; a phylactery that was constructed solely to channel the sorcerer's power. If they could find it, and destroy it, the man would become weak as any mortal and could possibly be killed by a mortal blade. Above all, they knew that they needed to get there, but even in these fiery flashes of light, there wasn't a hope of even seeing the keep on the horizon anytime soon.

***

Pyrebeard watched through the sphere that Malmur had produced for him to view his friends and was more than a little angered that they were searching in vain to find a way to him, yet they were still impossibly far away. There was no way he could expect a timely rescue. And just as he turned his head away in anger and defeat, the sorcerer made the orb disappear. “So you see? None can stand in my way." He laughed.

“Fuck you." Pyrebeard snarled in response.

“Ooohhh now there's an idea."

Pyrebeard's face fell in confusion as the sorcerer approached him. Malmur clasped his hands together and fashioned a ball of light that appeared between them. He then clapped his hands over it again, causing the light to spew out of every crack of his fingers. Suddenly, Pyrebeard felt his armor beginning to shake against his muscles. As the sorcerer began to pull his hands apart, he watched as webs of cracks began to litter his boots, his gauntlets and his armored pants. It radiated a strange warmth through his body as the vibration intensified, and suddenly as Malmur pulled his hands apart and snapped his fingers, the armor exploded off his body; it was in a slow motion shot as the armor shattered in every direction around him, hanging in the air as though it were frozen. Then as Malmur relaxed his arms, the pieces of metal showered loudly to the floor. The man moved toward the dwarf, who was still unable to move and with a passionate grunt, their chests touched. Malmur letting out a distinctive sigh as he grabbed Pyrebeard by the back of of the head, his fingers coursing through the dwarf's thick, long locks as his mouth moved in close, a whiplike appendage that appeared to be his tongue slowly slipped through the teeth of his jaw and licked the dwarf's neck. Pyrebeard was unable to resist, he was unable to fight. His body tensed up as the thick tongue ran across his neck, then his collarbone and even lower.

“Mmmmmm..." Malmur let out a deep groan of pleasure. “It would be such a pleasure to work on you." He purred. His fingers slowly shifting from the dwarf's hair to his beard to tug him closer. His crimson red eyes locking with the dwarf's crystal blue eyes. “I have heard of you, Pyrebeard, and I will have this as mine..." He tugged on the fiery beard and brought their faces even closer.

Pyrebeard felt his legs involuntarily lurch forward and he couldn't control them. He gasped in shock as the demonic sorcerer seemed to effortlessly move him in a different angle, his tongue meeting the flesh at the bottom of the dwarf's right foot. “Mmmauhmmm..." He made a strange sound effect as his tongue literally curled around the ball of the foot and brought it to his mouth. The tongue unfurled slightly, then tightened over the flesh, it was then that he noticed Malmur's fingertips were glowing a strange blue light as they slid along his body and to his shock the fingers were effortlessly gliding through his body hair, slowly peeling the fuzz away as the man's tongue quickly followed up over the newly smoothed flesh. He went from one foot to the other, dragging his tongue down to the heel, then dragging it back up again toward his toes. Malmur had no lips, but was instead acting out as if he had them. His tongue was long and wet an seemed to enjoy every inch of the dwarf. Once again their eyes met, and Malmur placed his hands on Pyrebeard's thighs and began to pull them apart, his tongue climbing effortlessly higher as his fingers shaved away his pelt of hair, moving up his thighs, over his waist and past his dick as Malmur wrapped his tongue around the flesh and pulled it in with a moan as he slopped it up with his spit.

“Gods what is this? What are you d-doing?!" Pyrebeard gasped as he felt the long tongue pressing buttons right at his hole. Dipping deeper and deeper as Malmur stepped closer. Pulling him in to make sure he couldn't get away. His tongue was like a snake now; wriggling expertly as it teased the dwarf and Pyrebeard was helpless to resist. He could feel the hairs peel from his legs, his loins, his chest and he couldn't pull away. He wanted to bite his fist but he couldn't and uninhibited moans escaped from his lips. “Fuuuuuuck!" He huffed loudly.

With a wet slurping sound, Malmur pulled his tongue back and gave it another hard push into Pyrebeard's ass, he drove it in deeper, almost tickling the ring of flesh that surrounded his anus and it seemed like Malmur's tongue was not slowing down as it tensed and wriggled at the entry, the dwarf could no longer tell even where the tongue's tip had ended, only feeling something writhing around deep in his ass. He felt the appendage flick upward and downward, pushing the narrow passageway with ease until his tongue slowly began to withdraw, Malmur gave off a deep sigh and fully removed his massively long tongue and chuckled as he turned Pyrebeard right side up again. This time facing the dwarf away from him for a moment as his hands crawled up the man's back and under his head of hair. He could feel the man's fingers tingling as they touched his scalp. He wanted to object, he wanted to say something, but instead he gasped aloud and his eyes rolled back as the pleasure overtook him. He was turned around, the effortless nature of this anti-gravity spell held him completely helpless in the sorcerer's arms and the man held Pyrebeard close to his body as his hands worked up the scalp.

The sensation was beyond description, Pyrebeard could feel his hair falling freely from his scalp as the sorcerer's fingers crawled over them. The cool, escaping touch of Malmur's fingers bristling across his scalp like a pack of ice crawling all over his skin. He turned Pyrebeard around to face him and with a strange skeletal 'smile' on his face, Malmur pressed his thick, prominent bulge against the dwarf's chest. “Now be a good man and take care of something for me." He said, applying a bit of pressure to the top of Pyre's scalp and pushing him downward.

Pyrebeard's nose pressed against the bulge in the fabric, he felt it stirring and the thick cock inside was already straining against the fabric he couldn't help it, he couldn't resist and as his arms finally freed themselves for some small movement, instead of moving to break free of this control or to push Malmur away, he grabbed the waistband and dragged it down, causing the man's cock to bounce out. It swung like a chain mace and smacked Pyrebeard's bearded cheek before he quickly engulfed it into his mouth. It was still swelling, still expanding against his tongue as the musky flesh pulsed thick globs of precum along it. Malmur let out a grunt of pleasure, grabbing the dwarf's head firmly and thrusting into his mouth with a growl of lust. He could feel the sorcerer's fingers press firmly against his scalp and then that immediate cool sensation as his hair fell loose. It was spreading; following the man's fingers as they patrolled his head. “Oh yes, fuuuck!" He heard the sorcerer moan as his fingers met toward the top center of Pyrebeard's head. Pyrebeard gasped for air whenever he could, but mostly had the thick cock being shoved deeper and deeper into his throat. The top of his head was cool, exposed to the air and instantly Malmur's tongue was draped across it, leaving a cold trail of saliva over the exposed scalp and making it cooler. The sensation made Pyrebeard's toes curl as he swallowed the pounding shaft again and again; he hadn't forgotten his mission, and somehow he hoped that his friends would eventually come through for him. But his body was betraying him, his own cock hard and drooling long strings of precum that leaked and dripped to the floor. He hoped somehow soon he'd be able to get the upper hand... but for now, he couldn't ignore this intense pleasure.

***

The bombardments had gradually increased in intensity as the five travelers made their way through the ruggedly barren landscape. There was no way they were going to make it all the way to the keep this night. But they knew they needed to try; the longer Pyrebeard was in Malmur's tower, the more likely it was that he would be dead soon. He could be very well dead now, but their determination only drove them to run faster, avoid the pain of the bombardment, and the shattering blasts now splitting their heads.

“We have to seek shelter!" Ruberg shouted over the ear-splitting rumble. “We won't survive out here much longer!"

“Agreed!" Bennig exclaimed. “We've still miles to go until we are even able to see the tower, there is no way we will reach it by sunrise!"

Keng nodded and helped Bauber to his feet. “We can't go much longer--"

“No!" Channing shouted defiantly. “There must be a way! We must get to Pyrebeard before--" He paused as he looked at his feet, only to see the rock disintegrate under him. As Channing fell, the rumbling split like a spider's web, instantly spreading out to the rest of the group and they all came crashing down into the dark abyss under their feet.

Channing groaned and slowly awakened at the feet of another; looking up he instantly recognized the taut robes strapped over the muscular framework of an orc, his very size threatening to rip through whatever fabric he wore. Bald, beastly man with large tusks protruding from his lower jaw. “D-Du'gan?" He asked.

The orc smirked and helped the elf to his feet, observing the others around also regaining their footing. “It is good to see you boys again." He rumbled. “I take it Pyrebeard is already entertaining our... “host"?"

“How did you--" Bauber asked before cutting himself off. “Of course you would know."

Du'gan stretched his arms and rolled his neck; no small amount of popping could be heard from his muscles as he did this. “Well then, since he is distracted; we should be able to deliver a decisive blow to this lord of evil. Shall we?" He raised his fingers to the air, there was a brilliant flash of light that appeared on the tips of his fingers and with a loud snap, the group suddenly found themselves lost in a swirl of light and fog.

***

“Yes...ohhh yesssss..." Malmur hissed as he pulled himself free from the depths of Pyrebeard's throat. He clutched at the dwarf's now barren scalp, dragging his tongue along it once again before effortlessly hoisting him into the air again with his levitation spell. He lured Pyrebeard toward him again before curling his long finger under the man's bearded chin. “Now, I think you're ready, dwarf. Do you?"

Before he could respond, Pyrebeard felt his arms grow rigid and his body was angled back. It was as if he had been lifted onto a bed or a crate-something high in the air for the sorcerer to reach him. Malmur's thick, wet cock dragged against the dwarf's inner thigh and he pulled him in close. Placing his fingers on Pyrebeard's face, the dwarf could feel the whiskers of his beard begin to pull away. His entire experience feeling like a razor blade shaving every hair off his head and now his face as Malmur gestured him in closer, aiming Pyrebeard around his cock instead of the other way around; but he finished it off by madly thrusting himself deep into the dwarf with one loud roar of pleasure. Pyrebeard cried out loudly as his legs were stretched on both sides of the sorcerer's hips, lustfully pulling him in with the next thrust. His cock slapped against his stomach, leaving a wet slick that drained down his newly smoothed torso. “Ahh! Gods be--fucked!" He panted loudly.

Malmur's fingers began to pull along the dwarf's beard, allowing it to shave away as he glared lustfully into his victim's eyes. “Yes, such a beautiful beard, it will make a wonderful addition to my trophy collection...ahh! AHH!" He huffed and grunted, his fingers trembling as they came down the dwarf's face, until eventually his beard was completely removed. “So close--" He panted leaning in until he was within inches of Pyrebeard; close enough to where both could feel the other's breath washing over them a big grin somehow stretching the muscles of the sorcerer's face before his tongue slithered from his mouth and Malmur leaned in, slipping it between Redbeard's lips as their faces came together.

A sloppy 'kiss' of sorts, though not really due to the skeleton's lacking of lips. But Pyrebeard didn't seem to mind, he raised his legs higher, tightening them around behind the sorcerer's shoulders and pulling him in tight. It was almost a snap of reflexes, suddenly Pyrebeard felt the spell break and nearly he dropped like a stone to the floor, but Malmur managed to catch him and the two of them fell backwards. Malmur landing on the ground and his dwarf landing on top of him, completely driving the man to his hilt in an instant. Both of letting out pained cries of passion before Pyrebeard began to forcefully thrust his hips down, slamming his body down on the sorcerer's cock. Malmur was losing his control and began to howl out in passion, grabbing the dwarf's ass and slapping it as he continued to fuck him. “Yes! Oh yes! FUCK!" He howled.

“Gods be damned, fuck me! AHHH!" Pyrebeard had begun to lose control as well, precum, then shots of cum began to shoot and spill out all over Malmur's chest.

That was it, the smell and the lust of the moment began to drive him over the edge and with a cry, Malmur began to cum hard and deep into the dwarf. Their howls matching in pitch as their bodies twisted together in extacy.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light that illuminated the room. Malmur froze in terror as his body shook violently. The lights began to flash from white to red as he thrashed about under the dwarf. “NOOO! My phylactery! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

“Ohhh the source of your power then?" Pyrebeard breathed heavily. “Then I suppose that means you're susceptible to a good ol' fashioned dwarven forehead?"

Before Malmur could react, he looked up to see Pyrebeard's head coming down and slamming into his skeletal face. There was a loud crack, and then the sorcerer went limp; unconscious from the singular strike from the warrior he'd just taken.

Pyrebeard panted and relaxed his body for a moment, breathing heavily as he heard a metal door nearby suddenly slide open with a slam as Du'gan, Bennig, Bauber, Keng, Ruberg and Channing emerged; each of them somewhat recoiling in shock at what they had seen.

“Gods be good, what have you been up to?" Bauber asked, feigning disgust.

“I've a pretty good idea." Bennig replied. “I could smell it from the other room." He smirked.

“Well come on then." Channing said as he and Ruberg helped to pick him up off the unconscious Malmur. “Let's see if we can't get you cleaned up."

Du'gan chuckled deep as he slapped Pyrebeard on the back of his shoulders. “Seems you kept him distracted long enough."

“His phylactery?" Pyrebeard asked the orc.

Du'gan held out a shattered vial that had been previously used to house Malmur's power. “Turned to dust. He should pose no more threat."

Pyrebeard smirked. “Good."

“Oy look!" Keng shouted looking out the window. “It seems the bombardment has settled down, the land is already looking better."

“But what about him?" Bauber asked, kicking the sorcerer's heel.

Just as the question was asked, the sorcerer let out a mighty howl and suddenly evaporated in a flash of smoke and flame. Leaving the six liberators to ponder what had become of him.

***

Two weeks had passed since their triumph over Malmur, yet Pyrebeard found that his hair had not even begun to grow his hair back. Du'gan entered the room and seated himself across from the table. “Admiring yourself?" He asked.

“No no. Just--"

“You do look strange without that legendary mane. I do admit."

“Where are the others?"

“Tch." Du'gan snorted. “Still negotiating over the bounty. It seems a shattered phylactery might be too much like a normal clay vial for them to take our word for it. So...nothing?"

Pyrebeard shook his head. “No... not yet. It must be some effect of the magic he used to shave me."

“Well." The orc thumped his hands on the table and rose. “Perhaps someday you will regain your legendary look, but for now at least...this new look suits you." He smiled.

“Thanks, Du'gan." Pyrebeard said as the orc walked away, looking into the mirror again he could see a small patch on his cheek where hair had started to rise from his skin, and with a quick swipe of a dagger, he cleaved it off clean, then re-examined himself before putting the mirror down.

THE END