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The Forest gently rustles around the ruined Temple. The Sovereign's Archdemon rumbles as it shifts on its perch, watching the Venatori below it scurry around, preparing for their master's ritual.
From deep in the surrounding forest comes a howling wail. All the Venatori freeze in their tracks, warily watching the woods. They scatter as their Sovereign approaches, one stepping forward, "that doesn't sound like a creature native to this forest, my Lord." He growls in annoyance, "continue preparations. I will ensure that it does not interfere." The Venatori bow and return to their tasks.
The Sovereign steps beyond the treeline into the forest proper, hearing the howl clearly. He follows the sound, the trees bending out of his path. Until he comes to a clearing, and the sound stops, the forest silent once more.
Entering the clearing, he narrows his eyes, his armor and eclipse-shaped crown glinting in the light. "I know you are watching Beast. Come out now and I may show you mercy." The trees creak as something moves across the branches above him. Spreading his arms wide, he raises his voice, "this is your final chance, Creature, to gain mercy from me. Else I will be forced to end your existence."
From above him sounds a deep snarl, before a weight drops on him. Sending him to the ground with a grunt and pinning him. Attempting to buck off the weight on him, the Sovereign feels its grip shift and twists onto his back. “do you not know who I am Beast?! I am Elgar’nan…” He trails off when he sees what the ‘Beast’ was.
He comes face-to-face with a creature of bone and flesh. Its skull partly picked clean in places along with parts of its torso and limbs, most visibly the forearms, shins and clawed hands. Its eyes are pools of green remnant of a Fade tear, and its wide antlers bearing desiccated heads of different species, and draped in foliage.
It readjusts its grip, tightening it so he can’t move, leaning down, “I know who you are; Tyrant, Sun-tamer, First of the Firstborn. None of that matters against the quiet fury of the Titans and their Forest kindred.” Gritting his teeth, Elgar’nan glares at it, “quiet fury? Please, the Titans wrath was never quiet.”
It huffs a breath, smelling of rot, decay, and the sulfur of hazardous places, “one would think that you were Pride before your current form, but I know differently, Command. The fury you speak of is only of the maddened ones, those severed from their dreams. The Stone and Forests are patient, we can bide our time.” He coughs, unable to escape the stench, as it continues, “and you started that war by taking without asking. By taking what wasn’t yours to take.”
Elgar’nan scoffs, attempting to twist out of the hold it has, “don’t make me laugh foul Creature, the Lyrium wasn’t theirs to keep either.” It snarls, flipping him onto his front and shredding his mail and armor straps with its claws, “then I will take from you as you took from your people, God-king.” He freezes, looking over his shoulder, as it leans down and licks its tongue broadly between his ass cheeks. Struggling as best as he can despite his position, Elgar’nan shudders as its tongue presses firmly at his hole.
He snarls, “unhand me Beast!” It chuckles, lapping at his hole as he squirms pointlessly, before pressing the point of its tongue into him a little ways. He gasps, trying to close his legs, but can’t due to the angle he is pinned down at.
Gritting his teeth at the stretch, he scrabbles at the ground as its tongue wiggles in deeper. Elgar’nan chokes out a moan as it brushes a spot within him, that sends sparks of involuntary pleasure up his spine. He tries to kick back at it, but it just shakes off the blow. It presses its tongue in deeper and harder, forcing him to moan and buck against the ground before regaining his composure.
It shifts its grip to his waist, lifting his hips off the ground. Elgar’nan involuntarily whimpers as the angle changes. He hides his face in his folded arms, chest on the ground and legs spread to support the change in posture. Vines creep along the ground and bind him down into the position he’s holding.
He jolts alarmed, now unable to move at all as the Beast forcefully pushes its tongue fully into him. He yowls like a cat that got stepped on, his back arching at the painful stretch. Panting, Elgar’nan strains against the vines, shuddering with each pass of the tongue over that spot within him. He whimpers, involuntarily relaxing as pleasure builds steadily, his hole clenching around the flesh penetrating him as he takes it deeper and deeper.
The Beast purrs as it removes its tongue, causing him to whine at the loss, as it shifts to loom over him. Its pelvis rutting against his ass, as its ovipositor unfurls. Elgar’nan tenses underneath it at the first brush of it in such a gesture. “Get off of me Beast, I will not tolerate this any longer.” It chuffs amused and angles itself to press the head of the ovipositor against his hole and rubs it there for a bit.
Shuddering at the motion, Elgar’nan barely contains a moan. Then the Beast slowly pushes into him, spearing him on the ovipositor, causing him to choke on a breath. It thrusts into him before stilling, the ovipositor unfurling within him completely, causing him to scrabble at the ground from the sense of fullness.
Panting, he looks over his shoulder and groans at the first mass comes through. Elgar’nan moans when its solid weight is deposited within him, forcing him to drop his head back onto his arms. He pants as more and more are gradually deposited in him, they start distending his abdomen after the fifth one. It rocks its hips, thrusting the eggs deeper as more push through the ovipositor and passed his rim.
Starting to look heavily pregnant now, Elgar’nan shifts slightly, trying to get comfortable in the vines hold. He keens as an egg passes over his prostrate into him and cums, painting the ground under himself and clenching around the ovipositor spearing him open.
As the last egg is deposited, it pulls out of him with the ovipositor furling back up. He slumps onto his side as the vines release him, panting and twitching from cumming untouched. It chuffs, looking down at him, “it is unfortunate that the eggs will be wasted on you, but necessary for you to learn that you can’t always get what you want. Farewell, Elgar’nan of the Firstborn, may we never cross paths again.” It stalks off through the trees, until the trees cut off his view of it. Staring at where it was, he scoffs, “indeed, may we never meet again, Forest Titan.”