Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

04:43 minotaur21560: So let it begin...
04:43 minotaur21560: The Dark General steps forward from the shadows of the night. Tall trunks rising round him like the columns of a great temple, and the ceiling hung with stars...
04:45 Garras: "The forest, whose nature is known, seen but unspoken... Here at it's heart... pulsing to fervent rhythm."
04:48 Garras: The bear emerges from shadow as well, his cloak of twilight illuminated in the muted tones of red burlap, shagstruck and torn yet adorned with a silver torque that links his scarlet apparel, such as it is, about the hunched primal ebonfurred shoulders of the one eyed bear.
04:51 Garras: The bear rolls his shoulders back with a terrifying unsealing of primal fangs beyond the portal of his grizzled sable muzzle. Those fangs gleaming with drool about the jagged ivory of a thousand gravestones.
The bear looks down at his padded palm, the calloused pebbleskin climbing along thick digits that lead to his claws. Arced and grasping. "I saw no one single light. I saw no single hue. No single man that did not emanate his shade. Shading and coloring a world to colors that will never be truly seen, known, or named."
04:58 Garras: The bear looks up in the sky. "I understand the sun. As a beast, I know the nature of its will to cast its warmth. Its heat. Its sweltering smouldering arm is seemingly without range or limit, to have reached down from its heavens."
04:59 minotaur21560: And at night there is only the Black Sun and upsidedownness and the boat that travels on the black water through the skeletal jaws of Death...
05:01 Garras: "And I saw the plants that grew and the sights it had to spare. I saw the cast of its light burn so bright it cast fields to drought, and the dried mountains to ignite and burn. I saw the mirages of the desert and I saw the chapped and thirstriddled faces of its voyagers. I saw the stars that emerged when the sun had set, every bit as determined as drops of dew on the morning lawn."
10:40 minotaur21560: Later, rustling leaves, from the underbrush we burst forth again. I push the naked form of Tal the Soldier, holding his wrist behind him in hammerlock. "I call upon the Bear Spirit. Let him awaken!"
10:41 PrettyMuscle: My arms pinned behind my back as I am naked and looking around the woods
10:42 minotaur21560: "This one, that the Bear smiles upon, delights in even, a young man with sparkling light in his spirit."
10:44 minotaur21560: It is clear that the soldier has done nothing, and that this detention is for the purposes of pleasure. But the presence of the bear makes both the soldier and his General solemn and respectful.
10:44 Garras: The bear is leaning against a tree as the wind sends a slight ripple through of energy through the air, a scent, a turn to look, a one eyed muzzle curling into a subtle smile.
10:46 PrettyMuscle: I see the bear, my naked body on display, my arms flex in hammer lock but can’t pull free
10:46 minotaur21560: There was much that was ominous in the Bear's sermonizing earlier. So I bring him this offering, a bright spirit that flies quickly in the woods like birds. A spirit enclosed in a pleasing vessel.
10:48 minotaur21560: "do you consent to be given to the bear, Tal Bear Warrior?"
10:49 PrettyMuscle: Knowing I am here for the bear's pleasure “yes general” I see muscles flexing under the fur as I feel his essence wash over me
10:53 Garras: The bear steps forth away from the tree and he blurs, as surely as if struck by a paintbrush and that oilslick canvas that is the rising sun is stained by the bear's ebon streak. It is a deep color, a black that becomes a myriad of coalescing blues and purples and the voiding shades of grey that tip into the midnight of the bears face arriving in front of Tal, an apparition. A spirit rising. Melting into the slow lingering texturally slick warmth of oozing tongue that flickers across Tal's jugular.. savoring that vigorous pulse. "It has been some time Tal... since we last met."
10:54 minotaur21560: "As you can see, bear. The soldier's manhood has regenerated. He has drunk from the font of wisdom, uncontaminated by the poison of malaise."
10:55 PrettyMuscle: My head tilted back as I feel tongue rub across my artery in my neck as blood flows quickly as my dick steel hard , feel yiur body lean into mine.
10:56 minotaur21560: I tighten my grip on the wrist, raising him slightly, letting him feel the drama of a soldier taken in battle, brought as an offering to beasts and beast-spirits.
10:57 minotaur21560: "What will you gain from being offered to the Bear, warrior?"
10:59 PrettyMuscle: Uughhh my shoulders being pulled up more as I look at bear “Gain strength in my offering to the beast”
11:01 minotaur21560: Sometimes the spirit world is diffuse, like fog. One does not recognize its danger then, incorporeal. But when it coalesces into the shape of a giant bear, with claws sharpened, ... this is enough to make mortal man tremble and fear for his manhood.
11:05 Garras: "There is a part to play. A role to fulfill. Chosen or not. All the same." The bear murmurs as he leans in, smelling Tal's scent and letting out a low guttural growl as drool slips from his lips. "Where there is little difference between our facts and fictions." The bear says solemnly before locking that single dark brown eye onto Tal and then letting his freshly sharpened claws prick at the base of Tal's cock.. the instant sting sending a ripple through his body of jangling nerves and quickening heartbeat. As they ooze crimson around their tips.
11:07 minotaur21560: I hold the victim tight..."Do you accept the offering, Bear God?"
11:12 PrettyMuscle: I feel my body tingle as bear is in front of me as my dick feels his claw as I know bears appetite is huge when he is sexually aroused as I feel generals hard dick on my ass
11:13 Garras: "I already did, my general." The bear murmurs as he takes the blood that lacquers his claws and draws them across Tal's chest, the smear of red tracing the curve of his left pec and leading to thicker stripes that fade down his abdomen... The bears paw going down to the base of that cock and smearing down its length with two strokes before scraping claws down both sides.. the sting hot and sharp and vibrant ad he begins to left those legs up, using Minot to hold up his lithe shoulders.
11:14 minotaur21560: I adjust to hold the victim steady, legs splayed, bracing to take the weight.
11:16 PrettyMuscle: My body flexing as the red mark runs down my body, smooth muscle on display as I moan some
11:20 Garras: The bears arms surge as biceps swell, that broad beastially muscular chest rising and falling. His eye tracing down his acolytes body. Here. Where the flesh is still yet firm and blissfully ignorant of the cruel grip of gravity. And now further so as the bears arms bolster those legs.. bringing the boys quads to his torso so that they can grip and clasp in the carnal grasp of his beast. The bears cock hard and throbbing as it pierces that hole as rivulets of blood drip down around his ebon spear, the bear snarling softly as he stretches Tal.. every thick veinriddled inch carving its signature deep within his sacrificing twitching walls.
11:21 minotaur21560: THIS is what is called for in the sacrifice of a warrior!
11:21 minotaur21560: i hold his arms, steadying him to receive what he deserves
11:25 PrettyMuscle: I don’t yell out as I hold the pain in and take it so my strength grows as I feel my ass ripped open in one fluid thrust, legs wide open as bear takes his sacrifice
11:30 Garras: There is no subtlety in the fierce ravage of the boy's body. Here this is strength and sweat and the tinge of iron that makes the boys manhood flop about the storming uncertain seas of the bear's sable tide. A tempest of whirlpooling suction that seems to tug and pull at the boys insides, stealing his breath, stealing his senses, the sheer unbridled energy of the beast spearing into his ass in vital vigorous rhythm, the bears hips causing those legs to jerk and twitch and their toes to curl as the bear's fangs begin to scythe through his fur in feral grimace, the impacts rattling the boy's core, from flesh to bone to spirit, all caught in the fierce vortex of the bear's rising presence.. the mantle of his auspice cast upon his tensed and flexing torso.
11:32 minotaur21560: i feel the powerful impact from the bear spirit's rutting, like seismic shocks through the body of the victim. And in the upper realms, of magnetism and electricity there are coruscating waves and colors as the soldier's spirit mixes with the Beast.
11:36 Garras: It is a burden no one man can bear. It is a weight that dwells and a vicious cycle that tugs the boy back and forth, his arms anchored as they are by two different worlds at the convergence of the boys path. When the boy cums, the bear is still fucking, his sweat matted with fur to make his obsidian form gleam beneath the sun as he plunges his clawed grip into the boy's gut, the scything visceral plunge like a shock, awakening in the crucible of agony as the bears forearm submerges but does not exit the boys spine, the body twitching and caught in a state of flux that defies all known logic and reasoning.. that torso wriggling back and forth like a worm on a hook before the bear wrenches something loose.. clutching it tightly in his bloodied fist... Where below there is no wound.
11:38 minotaur21560: This terrible vision of the Bear Spirit taking his due, like a storm laying waste to all trees in its path... my mouth falls open before the majesty of this destruction.
11:43 Garras: Arm dripping in scarlet the bear plunges in deep and the ground runs white as the bulging of the boys body causes blood to slick down between his legs.. his cock shrunken and his balls presumably tucked and recoiled.. the bear's guttural growls unveil a parting mouth of fangs and a slowly unfurling tongue before the press of his fist to his mouth stains his maw, the unmistakeable sound of chew and gnash and swallow.. a sense of consumption as he devours, this pact between prey and predator, bear and acolyte, the devourer sating himself on a secret shared.
11:52 Garras: The bear slowly unhilts himself from the boy and he hangs limp, the bear slowly lowering his paw to grasp his general by the jaw and clutch him tightly, pulling him into a deep kiss, the roll of his tongue ripe with the ghost of conquest, a taste the general knows the instant he tastes it. The taste of a consumed fear. The taste of a future's horizon rising and falling. This taste that coils in the gut and shudders as the bears tongue slowly suckles at his general's before pulling clean.. blood dribbling from his generals lips.. those eyes watching him with a secret shared.. and the bear slowly leaning in.. the general's eye shutting.. the greasy kiss of bloodstained lips staining his eyelids red as the bear lets go of his generals chin and snorts softly.
11:53 Garras: "See to it that the boy recovers well Minot."
11:55 minotaur21560: I bow my head, having received this mark. "It is my duty, Bear Lord. For this we Protect and Grow Stronger."
12:00 Garras: The bear nods softly and presses his claw tip to the boys lips, as if leaving something behind.. the clouds darkening as the bear looks up, the thunder of the skies bleeding into the patter of rain
12:03 minotaur21560: Thick drops, the special randomness of forest rain, running off the bear's oily fur as if it were a raincoat, the temperature cool, slicking down the General's dark fur, blurring the red marks. And below, the pale body of the boy, also washed clean. An exoneration, the washing clean of care. Spirits of the woods that watch over such ritual and heal through violence... "thank you Lord Bear"
12:05 Garras: "Here, where there is water to drink." The bear lets his finger drift away and then turns, simply looking at the skies as water runs rivulets down his fur, the fur plastered down to the flesh, somehow smaller yet no less defined. Rainslick obsidian still yet pulsing with breath.
12:06 minotaur21560: The rain falls harder now, the drops that come down at very different speeds, here at the center, a sheer uneven curtain, an implacable but relatively slow descent of light drops. And there as the Bear stands, the drops fall more noisily, here, the size of wheat kernels, there large as peas, elsewhere big as marbles.
12:07 minotaur21560: It is exoneration, restoring balance. The bear's work is done.

Published: 2022-07-18, viewed 98 times.