Creature from the Black Goo

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The fog lays thick over the forest of Caerbog. No birdsong pierces the oppressive silence. You peer out from your hiding place behind a boulder at a clump of bushes across the clearing. The bushes rustle and shake, though no breezes can be felt. A small patch of black fur can be seen between two of the bushes.

You set an arrow on your longbow and pull back the string. “Weeks I have tracked you through this accursed forest,” you mutter to yourself, taking aim. “Weeks of hunting, with no sight, nor sound, nor sniff of this foul beast. Now the moment is mine!”

You loose your arrow, and it flies straight and true. But instead of a cry of pain, there is a dull clank, as of a hammer on a smith’s anvil. The arrow snaps in two with a sharp crack. There is a low growl, and the bushes shake more violently. “Impossible,” you say. “I know I hit it!”

You leap from behind the boulder with your sword held high, just as the bushes part and a huge black wolf rushes through into the clearing. The wolf bounds forward and leaps at your head, snarling. At the last second, you dodge aside, swinging your sword at the beast’s neck.

Your sword rebounds off the creature with a ringing clang, vibrating in your hand painfully. You may as well have swung it at a solid metal shield! The wolf quickly pivots and charges at you again. You dodge away once more, but the beast is faster this time, and its teeth tear into your arm. Your sword drops from your hand as you yell out in pain. You try to pull your arm away, but the wolf tenaciously holds on.

You fumble on the ground with your free hand, and find a large rock. You swing it at the wolf’s head with all your strength. The great black head is snapped back, ripping free of your arm. Several of the beast’s teeth go flying, and it howls in pain. You drop the rock and grab your wounded arm as it bleeds heavily.

The wolf’s eyes flash as it growls at you, stalking closer. You back away, stumbling and falling. You crawl frantically towards the trees, but the beast is too close. It leaps atop you, snapping at your face. You barely get your arm under its neck, and struggle to keep the snarling jaws at bay. The wolf’s foul breath is thick in your nostrils.

You kick the wolf in the belly. It yelps and rolls off you. You aim another kick, but the creature springs to its feet and leaps aside. Off balance, you fall on your back. Your head hits the ground hard, dizzying you. With a low growl, the wolf lunges and sinks its teeth into your throat.

You scream in pain as the powerful jaws crunch down on your neck. The beast violently twists its head, and blood spurts from your throat, splashing across the black fur. The wolf releases you and you flop down on the ground with a gurgling groan. You press your hand against your shredded neck, but the blood flow is too much to staunch. It runs down in a great flood, soaking into your shirt.

The wolf stands over you. It growls, but is otherwise still. You try to curse the foul thing, but you can’t find the breath to speak. You know you need to find something to stop the bleeding, but you feel too weak to move. You look the wolf in the eye with a glare of pure hatred.

Suddenly, the wolf stops growling. It turns its head quizzically and lets out a small whine. Then without warning it leans over and vomits a black tar-like goo all over your chest. The goo slowly starts to ooze across you, bubbling as it expands. Horrified, you try to wipe it away, but it is as sticky as glue and your hand is engulfed and trapped.

The beast sits, watching you struggle with eyes that seem almost intelligent. You feel weaker than ever. The corners of your vision are becoming gray and blurry. You wince at the sharp pain as the goo creeps up your neck and fills your mortal wound. You feel a vague sense of panic as the goo covers your mouth and nose, but everything seems muted and far away. You hear a faint laughter, and a dark voice whispers “It has begun.” The world turns pitch black and you know no more.

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You awake in a cold sweat, short of breath. You sit up abruptly. Hours seem to have passed. Night has fallen, and the forest is darker and more forbidding than ever. Moonlight fills the clearing. Your head pounds and throbs, but otherwise you feel no pain. Your hand goes to your neck, but finds your wound gone. There are no scars, just normal, smooth skin. You examine your arm and find the same thing. Your shirt, however, still feels slightly damp and sticky. It is dark red and crusted along the edge with dried blood.

You look around you. Scattered on the ground are your bow, your sword and your pack. You realize how dry your mouth is. You pull the water skin from your pack and drink greedily.

You are just finished strapping your equipment back on when an owl hoots loudly behind you, and you spin around, startled. There is a tall, dark figure in a black cloak looming at the edge of the clearing. You hand goes to the hilt of your sword. “Who are you?”

“You know Halkalı travesti who I am,” the figure says in a low, grating voice that makes your hair stand on end. “I am the whisper in the dark. I am the phantom thoughts in your mind, urging you on to complete your darkest deeds. I am your true nature, sinister and twisted. I am the Lord of the Shadows.” The clearing, already full of a nighttime chill, seems to get even colder.

You pull out your sword and its polished blade shines bright in the moonlight. “I am Brondal Tolseph, ranger of Andulon, protector of the weak and innocent, slayer of evil. I follow no master, save nobility and justice.”

The figure gives a humorless chuckle. “You will lead the forces of darkness against the people you claim to protect. You will kill the king and all those in those in this vast kingdom who follow him.” An evil smile spreads across his face. “You will be this land’s ruination. It has already begun. There is no stopping it now.”

With a bellow of rage, you charge at the figure, swinging your sword. He deftly steps aside, pulling out a long, ugly dagger. He stabs you in the stomach, the thin blade somehow piercing your fine chainmail easily. You gasp in pain and disbelief. This armor was made for you by an ancient elven smith, and has turned aside the axeblades of giants!

You bring your sword slashing down on the figure’s wrist, chopping his hand clean off. His dagger clatters to the ground and he shrieks. You backhand the hilt of your sword into his face, and he stumbles to the ground with fear in his eyes. You point your sword at him, ready to strike.

Suddenly you hear a deep growl behind you. You turn around to see the wolf standing across the clearing, your blood still painted across its snarling muzzle. You raise your sword and return the beast’s snarl. “Come then, hellspawn! Test your luck a second time if you dare!”

With a hot searing flash of agony, the blade of the dagger erupts out of your chest. From behind, the figure hisses mockingly in your ear. “No heart of nobility and justice can withstand the shadow.”

You fall to your knees, your sword dropping to the ground. The figure walks in front of you. He shakes his head and gives that same mirthless chuckle. The wolf calmly pads over to him, and the figure lays his hand on the creature’s black head. A swirl of smoke rises from the wolf’s thick fur, surrounding the figure’s hand. He covers the bloody stump on his other arm, and the smoke thickens and congeals. To your horror, it swiftly forms a new hand. The figure laughs evilly. “See how futile your pitiful struggles are, foolish ranger!” he taunts.

Despite your lifeblood gushing from your chest, you begin to feel stronger as your anger rises. You slowly get to your feet, and the smile dies on the figure’s face. “No…” he whispers. You reach behind you and grasp the hilt of the dagger protruding from your back. Summoning up a strength that surprises even you, you rip the dagger free with a scream. You fall back to one knee as the blood rushes out of your chest in a great gout.

Suddenly, the black goo bubbles up out of your skin and pours into the gaping hole. It quickly solidifies and then melts back under your skin, leaving you healed. You run your hand over the new skin in astonishment, but there is no longer any pain. You feel a new vitality, and your anger returns tenfold. You pick up your sword and stand up. “You can’t!” the figure says, his voice sounding less than menacing for the first time.

You raise your sword. “Now, evil one, feel my wrath!” you roar, and with one ferocious hack, you cleave his head free of his shoulders.

The once powerful figure tumbles down in a heap. You poke at his body cautiously, but it is motionless, lifeless. You look around, but the wolf has vanished. You listen intently, but hear nothing. You wipe your sword on the figure’s cloak and slide it back into its scabbard, not noticing that the once bright blade is now dark and tarnished. You spit on the figure’s corpse for good measure. As you prepare to leave the clearing, you hear a distant and mournful howl.

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Some time later, you find your way out of the forest and come across a small village. As you approach the gate, you are quickly spotted. “He has arrived!” the guard shouts. “Our hero and savior, the slayer of the Lord of the Shadows!” The gate swings open, and you are swiftly ushered inside.

“Welcome to the village of Lucan. We are forever indebted to you. Tell us your name, hero!” the guard says reverently.

You wonder how they heard of your victory already, but looking around at the gathered crowd as they wait, hushed and expectant, you decide to hold such questions until later. “I am called Brondal,” you announce.

“All hail Brondal!” the shout goes up throughout the village.

“How can we serve you, great hero?” the guard asks.

You smile. “Bring me good food, hearty ale, and your finest wenches!” you reply loudly. Halkalı travestileri The crowd cheers and you are escorted into the tavern.

You take a seat at the head table. A tall beautiful girl with curly red hair appears, carrying a tray of mugs. “Join me in celebrating the defeat of the Lord of the Shadows!” the guard calls. The crowd cheers again and many cups are raised. You down your ale in a single manly gulp, slamming the empty mug back on the table. You wink at the girl, and her eyes widen. She flushes and bites her lip, hurrying to bring you another mug.

The barmaid sets another ale in front of you, and you down it as well to more cheers. You bask in the crowd’s adoration. Struck by an idea, you pull your sword out and hold it aloft. You are momentarily shocked at its weathered appearance, but you manage to hide it. “With this sword was the Lord of the Shadow’s head cut clean from his evil body!” you shout, and the crowd cheers louder than ever. “From this day forth, it shall be known as… Shadowslayer!” you continue to wild applause.

You glance over at the barmaid. Her flush has deepened and her chest is heaving with clear arousal. She brings you a third ale. As she sets it down, you pull her onto your lap. You run your hands through her hair and kiss her tender lips. She throws her arms around you and kisses you back passionately, and the crowd lets out another loud cheer.

You finally break the kiss, and gaze for a moment at the barmaid’s shapely face. Your smile widens. “Now I grow… weary,” you proclaim lasciviously. The crowd laughs and hoots. “Where might I rest for the night?”

“This way, great sir,” the innkeeper says. “Our finest room!” You sweep the barmaid off her feet and carry her after the innkeeper to the lusty exultation of the crowd.

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In the room, you lay the barmaid down gently on the bed and give her soft lips a tender kiss. You run your hands across her chest, feeling her hard nipples through her sexy barmaid outfit. You pull away and gaze at her fabulous, voluptuous body and limpid eyes sparkling with lust. You trace her lips softly with the tips of your fingers. “Pray tell me your name, fair maiden.”

“Mihrab,” she whispers. “Mihrab Esmara.”

You reach down and pull her top up over her head, releasing her magnificent breasts. You take them in your hands and squeeze them, admiring their full, round firmness. Mihrab closes her eyes and moans at your touch. You lean down and lick her nipples and her moans intensify. You suck them vigorously, wondering if it will be too much for her, but she merely grabs your head and pulls you in tighter. You bite down on one nipple and she yelps. “Oh, my lord, that feels so good!” she cries out.

You kiss her again, and she sucks your tongue into her mouth. Your tongues wrestle as she pulls your chainmail armor off, revealing your blood-soaked shirt. Mihrab gasps in horror. “My lord! Are you grievously injured?”

You quickly pull the shirt off and toss it away. “No, my lady. But it was a fierce battle with the Lord of the Shadows.”

“I don’t see any wounds,” she says in puzzlement, sliding her hands across your naked skin. As Mihrab’s fingers run through your chest hair and across your muscled pecs, she lets out a sigh, her arousal beginning to override her momentary concern.

“The fight was brutal, and not very good bedroom talk,” you say, holding her hands in yours. “I suspect the entire village will hear the full story soon enough.” Her smile returns as you kiss her full lips again, feeling her firm tits slide across your bare flesh.

You pull off the rest of her clothes and Mihrab lies naked before you, her body a perfect curvaceous picture of womanhood. Your hard cock strains against your codpiece.

“Do you like what you see, my lord?” she asks coyly, running her hands across her body.

“Does this answer your question?” you reply, pulling off your pants and freeing your massive rod to the open air. Mihrab stares at it with unbridled horniness.

“I’ve never seen one so big,” she says, her eyes wide. She reaches out her hand tentatively and begins to rub it softly and gently. You straddle her and she begins to stroke you faster, using both hands now. You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation for a moment. Some precum oozes from the tip of your dick and drips between Mihrab’s impressive tits. You rub the sensitive head on her smooth skin.

“Push them together,” you say.

“Mmm, Brondal, you naughty boy,” she replies with a smile. She lifts her breasts and presses them against your cock, forming a soft tunnel. Soon you are engulfed in her tits, and you begin to slide in and out. She presses harder, squeezing your dick tighter.

“Mihrab, your tits feel amazing,” you gasp.

“Well then, big boy, how does this feel?” She lowers her mouth to the head of your cock and begins to suck. Even while sliding between her imposing breasts, you are long enough to fill up her mouth too. Travesti halkalı Her warm lips caress the ridged head of your cock while her massive tits massage your rock-hard shaft. “Oh my God yes!” you moan as you fuck her breasts and mouth together.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer, so you pull away from her and turn around, kissing down Mihrab’s stomach to her soft mound. You pull apart the pink lips of her pussy and thrust your tongue roughly against her engorged clit. Her hips buck up wildly against your mouth, and she screams out your name as she comes immediately. “Oh fuck, Brondal, yes!” You lick more gently down the outside of her slick cunt, tasting the sweet juices that are practically gushing out of her.

Mihrab finally comes down from her intense climax, still squirming under your talented tongue. She spies your huge cock dangling just above her face, and eagerly stuffs it back into her mouth with both hands.

As you lick her pussy harder and faster, Mihrab sucks your cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. You press down with your hips and feel yourself slip smoothly down her tight throat. “Mmmmmmmm,” she moans in delight, obviously enjoying the sensation. You push a little harder with each thrust, until finally her lips touch your pubes and your balls are resting on her nose. Completely buried up to the hilt, fully half of your cock is nestled snugly in her throat.

You cock throbs almost painfully, but you ignore it for a moment to focus on Mihrab’s pleasure. You can tell she likes it rough, so you unceremoniously shove two fingers up inside her pussy as you lick forcefully in circles around her clit. “Mmmmmmmm!” she cries out, her scream of ecstasy completely muffled by your massive prick.

After a few strokes, you add a third finger, pounding away at Mihrab’s tight pussy. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” she wails around your cock with every thrust, her throat vibrating deliciously against the head of your dick lodged within it. You begin to move in and out of her mouth just barely, not enough to come out of her throat, but enough to feel it sliding wonderfully around you.

Mihrab grabs your ass with both hands, trying to make you fuck her throat harder. You are licking hard and fast directly on her clit now, and rubbing her g-spot with every stroke of your fingers. She is coming every 30 seconds, her legs clamping down on your head as her body shakes.

You are pulling your dick out further with every stroke now. You can feel the head of your cock popping in and out of the entrance to her throat with each thrust, and your balls get tighter and tighter as they slap against her face. Each time your cock goes down her throat, she gives an especially hard twitch and loud moan. It almost seems like she’s coming extra hard just from having her throat fucked.

Your fingers and tongue pound away mercilessly at Mihrab, violently and exclusively double-teaming her g-spot and clit. She is coming almost continuously now, her body trembling, emitting one long, low moan that feels like an amazing humming sensation on your dick as you fuck her throat ever harder. Even as a highly trained and athletic ranger, with no shortage of experience with women, you are truly surprised at your own endurance. You are pulling your cock almost completely out of her mouth before slamming it all the way back down her throat, faster and faster.

Mihrab’s fingers squeeze your ass painfully as you use your powerful hips to fuck her face as fast as you can go, your cock almost seeming like a blur as it whips in and out of her mouth and throat, hard as an iron bar. At last you can take no more. With a roar like a tiger, you bury your cock in her throat as deep as you can shove it and feel it explode, a huge load being pumped out of the tip like a waterfall.

Your cum is too much for Mihrab’s throat to contain, and it bubbles up around your cock and fills her mouth. As she feels your cock pulsing over and over deep within her throat, and tastes your delicious spunk as it sprays into her, she has her biggest orgasm of all. Her scream is loud even around your cock. Her tight snatch clamps down on your fingers and she mashes her hips into your face to get more friction between your tongue and her throbbing clit.

After what seems like forever, you both relax. You remove your fingers from Mihrab’s sopping wet cunt, and slowly pull your cock from her throat, sorry to say goodbye. As it pulls free, your cock squirts a few last times, splashing some cum on her face and tits. You finally roll off of her and flop onto your back with a groan. Mihrab swallows the part of your giant load that didn’t go straight down into her stomach, and after a gasping, shuddering breath, she can breathe normally again at last.

You both stare at the ceiling, trying to process the experience. Finally Mihrab speaks in a voice of disbelief. “Oh my fucking God, Brondal. Nobody’s ever been able to fuck me as hard as I really want.” She laughs with sheer joy. “You really are a hero!” She reaches out, finds your hand and squeezes it. “You’re my hero.”

You sit up, trying to think of something to say that can do your thoughts justice. As you look at Mihrab’s beautiful face, you freeze, horrified. The liquid splashed on her face and chest isn’t cum. It’s the black goo.

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