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"Really, you shouldn't trouble yourself with my injuries. This vessel is made of tough stuff - you need not worry about me!"
Alexander's voice is strained as the large oak bed frame groans beneath his weight. His size and rotundity would've hampered any attempt to lie down, so he just sits on the bed like a bench, leaning back against the stone block wall.
"Alexander, you've been out cold for hours! You're in no condition to go off gallivanting again. Radahn nearly hacked you to bits! It's a miracle I found you, but it was hardly a cakewalk dragging you all the way over here."
"You're very considerate, human, you truly are, but I really ought to get out of your hair," Alexander urged, a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"Nonsense Alexander. What sort of comrade would I be if I didn't at least help you recover?"
"But I insist-" Alexander groans, trying to push himself off of the bed. "I appreciate what you've done, but the great outdoors are all the medicine I need!"
"Alexander-!"
The living jar shakily rises from the bed, only to lose his balance and fall ass-first back onto it moments later. The bed frame gives out under the impact, all four of its legs snapping loudly as the mattress drops to the ground under his weight.
"You big oaf!" The tarnished shouts in admonishment. "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"Well, I- Umm, I really have to-"
"You what?"
Alexander exhales.
"Gods, I'm nothing but a crock!" Alexander says, his voice welling up with shame. "In my fight with Radahn, my vessel was breached in but a single blow, and my insides came spilling out. After that, I... I hid like a coward. Eventually, I blacked out, and when I came to you had brought me here," Alexander sighs, his posture drooping in self-loathing. "I'm a disgrace of a warrior."
"Alexander..."
"I wanted to leave because I wished not to waste your time, human."
"Alexander,"
"A failure like me, unproven except in the realm of cowardice, does not deserve-"
"Alexander!"
The amphore pauses as the tarnished shouts, his train of thought derailing.
"Alexander, I didn't drag your sorry rump all this way just to hear you say I shouldn't have bothered. Now are you going to let me take care of you or are you going to keep whinging?"
Alexander sighs.
"My apologies human, that wasn't quite what I meant imply. I do appreciate what you're doing for me, don't let this old vessel stop you from lending a hand."
There's still some tension in the air, but Alexander at least appears willing to grant you a change of subject.
"Brilliant," the tarnished says. "Now what can I do to make you feel better?"
Alexander pauses, taking a moment to think.
"Well, if I'm being terribly honest, there's not much you can do for my shell, but my shoulders feel positively dreadful. If you could do something for my sore muscles there, I'd be indebted to you."
"Are you suggesting a massage?"
"Well, if you-" Alexander stammers.
"I'd be delighted to give you one."
You take up a position behind Alexander. It's a tad difficult getting your hands around his shoulders from this position, given his size, but you can manage this. You lean to one side and begin kneading his left shoulder. You take a moment to note the coarse, damp surface of Alexander's arm, covered as it is with ceramic shards, as you work your hands around it.
"Thanks, human, you're a lifesaver. I'm feeling better already."
You take a few more moments at his left side before shifting across to his right. As you're working on his right shoulder, you notice a... rather suggestively shaped organ beginning to protrude from a crack in Alexander's shell. After silently deliberating, you decide to push your luck.
"What's that?" You ask, a sly tone in your voice indicating you already know the answer.
"What's what?" Alexander asks, feigning ignorance.
"That limb reaching out of your shell."
"That? There's no need to worry about, ah- that. It- it's nothing at all, really."
"Are you sure? I see your vessel has cracked there, I wouldn't want to leave part of you sore after your battle."
"No, really, it's- I insist, I'm perfectly alright."
The tarnished lets out a sigh of faux exasperation.
"Come on Alexander, you're a warrior! Do you really intend to turn up your nose to the spoils of war?"
"I- I beg your pardon?" Alexander says, more out of bemusement than offense.
"You've been fighting valiantly out there. Doesn't a strong warrior such as yourself deserve a few moments of respite?"
"You- you really think that about me? That I'm valiant?" Alexander asks genuinely.
You pause for a moment, and speak earnestly. "Of course I do, Alexander," you assure him. "The fact that you even challenged the legendary Starscourge Radahn at all speaks to that effect. There are many great warriors who can't make such a claim."
"Even though I-?"
"You were being pragmatic. What use to anyone is a slain warrior? A dead warrior doesn't protect anyone. Why sacrifice yourself in battle when you could instead practice for a rematch?"
Alexander thinks for a moment.
"I suppose you're right, human. Thank you for your wisdom."
You pause for a second, giving his exterior a few idle pats, before speaking again.
"Now, Iron Fist Alexander," you say, making a point of using his full title, "Do you wish to carry on where we left off?"
Alexander pauses for a moment, as though he had somehow forgotten that his dick was out for the duration of the prior conversation.
"I suppose I would, heh heh..."
You give a quick kiss to Alexander's earthen exterior before circling around in front of him. You take a seat on the collapsed bed next to him and reach a hand over to his groin. In the room's warm candlelight, you can make out some of the finer details of his cock. It seems fairly humanlike in form, and it's constructed of the same stone-specked flesh as Alexander's arms and legs. As you first lay a hand on it, you can confirm that it also shares their appealingly coarse texture.
"I must warn you human, I have a bit of an- ah, a short fuse," Alexander confesses, rubbing the back of his vessel with a hint of embarrassment.
"I'll be sure to take things nice and slow then, Iron Fist Alexander," you assure him, your hand still unmoving as it rests upon his girthy shaft.
"Heh heh..." Alexander chuckles. "Well then human, don't tarry. I don't think I could survive any more anticipation!"
"No need to ask twice, Iron Fist."
You lean a little closer to Alexander and wrap your hand around his length. You start slow, as promised, gently thumbing over his shaft. You take your time, absorbing the sensation of your thumb passing over the many grooves and crevices that cover its surface.
"Oh Gods human, that feels great! Please, keep going. I don't know how many eons it's been since I've received this kind of attention..."
"Don't worry Alexander, I will," you coo, just watching him squirm as you continue to thumb over him. You love listening to the way he softly pants as you work him up. Eventually, you progress to stroking him with your full hand, which can't quite manage to wrap all the way around Iron Fist Alexander's cock, and the changes to his vocalizations are immediately apparent. If he's been making any attempt to stifle his moaning, the effects are not noticeable, and you can see viscous blobs of pre beginning to leak from the tip of his stout cock.
"P-Please... Ngh!"
"I fucking love you, Iron Fist Alexander, you big fool. Now hold still,"
You take your hand off of Alexander's dick, leaving it unattended to as you settle down in front of him, and you swear you could practically hear him whimper from it. He's panting heavily, but without giving him scarcely a moment to catch his breath, you take him into your mouth.
"Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods... Oh Gods, human, I'm- I'm so close!"
You've barely even done anything with your mouth, but you can see Alexander's rocky hands tightly clench the bedsheets as you run your tongue along the head of his dick.
"Human!! I'm- I'm going to spill!"
You hear Alexander let out a shamefully indulgent moan as his cock starts to twitch in your mouth. You close your eyes as you let him spill waves of his thick cum into your mouth. It has an almost musty taste to it. You try to swallow some, but he gives you so much that a fair portion of his seed rolls down your chin and ends up dripping onto the ground. After he gives you his last few spurts, you pull back and take a few deep breaths.
"Ah... Human, that was fantastic. Thank you."
"It was no trouble, Iron Fist Alexander."
"I'm feeling rather tired, but would it be too much to ask that you finish that massage?"