Shattered
Shattered
Part one of Many
Be 18. And like men. Or else you can just hit that back button...
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Another day without even a tiny attempt at contact from his previous lover left him with the same thought: He was alone now. There wasn't anyone to be with him, be held by him, or to talk to. It was so pathetic that he was reduced to finding a cave to shelter himself, though the cave would have had to have been large. Even though the ceiling of the spacious cavern was vaulted, the behemoth of a male had to remain on all fours to fit in, and being on all fours wasn't really his thing. The creature was around forty feet tall when upright, and around the same length when down on all fours. He reached a height of twenty feet at the shoulder when degraded to not being able to walk upright, but he was by no means unimposing. The massive, pitch black creature must have weighed at least three tons of solid muscle, and it showed.
Every strain, every action, every movement caused his titanic muscles to flare so hugely that he could easily put Atlas himself to shame. It wasn't that he worked out that much, more along the lines of he was that way naturally, but when he did work out, he drew quite a crowd. There was once a time when he had an audience of thirty or so furs watching him lift in a friend's gym, but they were a friend no longer. Even the memory brought pain, as did every other pertaining to the male he used to love. He took another look around the cave with his large, rounded, glowing red eyes. Devoid of pupils, one might wonder how he managed to see, though it was something he never discussed. Emptiness, save for a small pool of water, some moss, and a few dead leaves. He hadn't had the motivation to furnish the cavern, let alone the means to do so.
A step towards the fading light of the entrance brought a loud thud which rumbled and echoed throughout the cave. Another slow step gave the same result, with the added bonus of huge gashes in the stone made by his massive claws. The claws were almost two feet in length each, only adding to his already feral disposition. Blades would have been a more apt term, however. Each shining red claw was sharp enough that it cut through the stone of the floor as he walked out into the twilit forest which he now called home.
Each step into the darkening forest made him think more and more of what had happened. A lupine, blue in color, which he loved more than anything flashed in his mind, then faded away. He had to face it; his lover was gone. Though not dead or even incapacitated, the lupine was out of his life emotionally. The black creature didn't want to ever see the wolf again. It would only hurt to try and rekindle the flames that were dying so quickly, that is, if they weren't already dead. The huge male sighed and stood upright, now free of the obstructions of the stone.
The trees in the area to which he had come were massive, and well over a thousand years old. Huge didn't cut it, nor did behemoth. The beautiful pillars of wood looked as though they might reach past the atmosphere, out into space. Thousands of branches housed millions of lush, green leaves, and a carpeting of moss covered the leafless forest floor. Now upright, the creature spread his black wings, letting the glowing red membrane show. Draconic in appearance, they provided a span of nearly seventy feet, though he did not have enough control of them yet to achieve flight. At each major joint, such as his elbows or shoulders, a tiny, pliable, glowing red spike protruded, giving him an unholy sort of look. Was he evil? He didn't really know him self, only that he was demonic enough to get others, and himself, to believe such. He took huge strides over to a shimmering lake, and then looked down in the reflective water.
He looked down to see a copy of his face staring back. The triangular mass housed those huge, glowing eyes, a small ridge of a nose, and a relatively small humanoid mouth, though loaded with glowing red teeth. Two tendrils ran down the back, both about twenty feet in length, and were made of the same red, pliable substance. He took another step towards the water, letting his densely packed front show. He felt conceded for it, but he had to admire his body. It was a work of art, to say the least. Starting at the thick, though not overly so neck, two massive, black mounds formed what where his pectoral muscles. So taut was the skin over the gargantuan slabs of muscle that it appeared as though a simple flex would rip his smooth, thick skin open and expose the muscle. He peered a bit more intently, looking at the two firm, darker nubs that were his nipples. He tore his eyes away and studied his own abdomen, which consisted of eight muscles the size of concrete blocks fighting for dominance of his lower torso. There was no belly button there, only muscle that would put the hardness of iron to shame. He didn't question the lack of what all other animals had, mainly because he hadn't noticed one on anyone else. He averted his gaze for a moment and sighed.
He frowned and sat on the bank, no thud resounding as the foliage absorbed most of the impact and sound. He spread his legs some and averted his gaze to his feet. They resembled his hands greatly, though there were only two claws, versus the three on his hands. There was a 'thumb' claw on the side of each foot, slightly under the ankle. His legs were as built as any other part of his body, packed with amazing amounts of muscle and pitch black. His thighs were more than likely the largest muscles clearly visible. They weren't comparable to anything, only that they were larger than tree trunks. A soft red spike adorned each knee, as well as each heel. His stance was like that of a raptor's, legs slightly bent naturally, and standing on the balls of his feet constantly, sending his heels up in the air slightly. He stretched out his arms, making them flare so massively that his boulder-sized biceps pressed up against the sides of his face. His shoulders were equally broad, each adorned with a red spike of their own.
With a soft grunt, the huge male rolled over, then stretched out again, causing his back to flex. The view would have been awe-inspiring to a smaller fur. Mountains and valleys of muscle formed a pattern on his back, when flexed, though the ridges were still there when lax. He rolled over again and placed a hand on the silken cloth that covered his more private areas. The bright red loincloth was around fifteen feet in length, and with good reason. Though quite baggy, in a way, the cloth was extremely taut, and vein or two was visible from under the cloth. He wanted so badly to pleasure himself, but he couldn't, not after what had happened. It was growing dark, and soon the lines red, glowing lines that ran down his entire body would start to show. They were to fine to be seen in normal daylight, but when dark, his body appeared to be a mass of dark rock, with veins of magma running underneath. Another day gone, and still nothing from the one he loved.
The next day, the massive creature awoke, mind fogged, and his body curled into a ball. His wings were wrapped tightly around his bulging form, and his tendrils fell almost comically over his face. With a mighty yawn, he walked slowly out into the morning air and stretched out, his body flaring again. He took a sniff of the crisp, outdoorsy scent, and then frowned largely. A new scent seemed to waft through the air, though that wasn't what startled him. What caused concern was that the scent was surprisingly close to his own: Heavy, wet, musky, and strong. So strong, that it could easily intoxicate a smaller creature. This was a bit different, though. The scent that intruded upon the ordinary was a little less potent, though had an extra twinge quite like wood smoke. More memories flooded his mind, though these were different memories. They were memories of a relative. A brother, perhaps, but he couldn't place a finger on it. After all, he wasn't born like other creatures, and had no memory of his arrival into the world, only the name 'Chris Norman'. He vaguely recalled a rather large human, loaded with both fat and muscle, and with short, blond hair. He couldn't think of what could cause such thoughts to occur, but he wasn't too worried about it, considering the scent was growing stronger. Another sniff brought the same musky aroma, but then it was gone, as though the source of the smell had only passed by, nothing more.
With another long, deep sigh, the massive creature stood upright and took immense strides towards the huge lake. The body of water was large enough that the male could take a decent amount of time to swim from one side to the other. With a radius of about a mile, this was indeed a large lake. On the far end was a sheer rock face, covered in moss, and with a large waterfall occupying the center. The water crashed down into the lake below, creating a constant, calming roar. The cliffs themselves extended nearly twenty miles in either direction, but he hadn't gone that far yet. Hidden by dense foliage, a large stream carried the water away to parts unknown, but that wasn't what was on his mind right now. An impulse ran through his mind, and a well needed one at that. It had been weeks since he had last had sex, and after the loss of his lover, he didn't even have the will to masturbate, but that was no longer. Something clicked that told him if he was going to get over it, then he was going to now. In a flash, the tight knot that held his cloth in place was undone, and then silken material fell to a heap on the mossy forest floor. He took a large step into the cool water, though only up to his shins, as the water was nowhere near deep enough to accommodate him yet. Sliding in further, he turned onto his back and let himself sink up to his pectoral muscles. He laid his head back, letting the pliable tendrils float, and giving his feverishly hot skin some well needed cooling. One hand slid under the water and down to one thigh, and a single claw traced around the sensitive flesh of his groin.
A twinge of pleasure instantly shot up his groin and curled around his spine, seeming to caress each vertebra with the much-needed stimulation. Another jolt of arousal jerked at his insides and another claw joined the tickling of his groin. He sat up, and then looked down through the clear water at his own member. The thick, black pillar of meat sat in the water at a length of around five feet, and he wasn't hard at all. It was what impressed people the most, though he never flaunted it; It would have made him seem a slut. Rather, those who earned the rights to the ribbed, barbed mass got it. He gave a bemused chuckle as thin, glowing red lines pulsate irregularly over the soft length. Just another oddity that his body displayed. He gripped the massive mushroom-shaped head of his member, pinched the very tip of it shut, and then ran the side of one of his large fingers down the vein-riddled, ribbed length. A soft moan escaped his lips as the thick pillar began to swell at a rapid pace. He wrapped a thick hand around the growing shaft, then stroked gently up and down, running a thumb over the tiny, red, fleshy barbs as he encountered them near the ring of darker flesh a foot or so down the length. A loud rumble started in his chest, quickly growing in intensity as the strokes became faster and stronger. In a very small amount of time, his member went from an impressive five feet to an amazing ten. He hadn't so much as touched his scrotum yet, which housed two recliner-sized testicles and a copious amount of semen. The grotesquely huge mass was almost indiscernible, thanks to a natural band of flesh that held the mass up against the space between his rump and crotch.
He reached down further, releasing his shaft for the time being and starting to massage the morbidly large scrotum that so desperately needed unloading. With a low, passionate growl, he worked harder and harder at the huge sac, taking each orb in a hand and rolling it separately. He felt a warm feeling work its way up his shaft from the inside, and a feeling quite like he needed to urinate made itself apparent. He released his tip, and then used the now free hand to stroke up and down the pulsing length at a rapid rate. The tendrils of pleasure increased to such a powerful force that the huge male was forced to lie back in the water. He started to slowly and convulsively thrust into his own hand, and then a spurt of burning hot precum burst out of his tip. This was the best he had felt in a long time, and he was going to make sure it was everything it could possibly be. The strokes got harder and harder, as did the flow of the precum. The pleasure became so intense that bucking was unavoidable, as was the involuntary clenching of his sphincter.
Another loud moan parted his lips again, this time leaving them open as he gasped from the intensity of the pleasure. He got a tighter grip on his throbbing phallus, then stroked so hard that his hand became a perpetual blur in the water, which responded by forming a torrent around the huge male's hand like a swarm of fish. A long, impassioned moan escaped him yet again, and the deep rumble that lodged in his chest became a loud growl, though a good one. Precum was spurting in the pints as he continued to massage his scrotum, feeling the huge testicles start to ascend towards his groin. His mind became a blur of passion, nothing more. And then, in an instant, it all stopped. He couldn't feel anything, but then gave an earsplitting roar that caused birds to fly out of trees as his climax was reached. His orgasm was so intense that it sent gallons upon gallons of his thick, hot, white seed arcing out of the water and crashing back in nearly three hundred feet away. The surface of the water quickly became covered in a thin layer of white, though it dispersed after only a quick moment. The sheer pleasure of his long awaited release only motivated him to stroke harder, which sent ropes of his semen shooting straight through the water and into the air. He aimed him member so that the continuous jets of his semen splattered onto his face. He opened his gaping maw wide, letting the sour, though somehow delicious fluids fill his mouth completely. A large gulp was given, and his maw was filled once again. On and on his orgasm raged, in the end totaling twenty minutes and two hundred and fifty gallons of semen. The water had a white haze all around, but eventually it would filter itself out.
Sexually exhausted, he crawled out of the semen-clouded lake and shook himself off, letting the mixture of water and cum fly off his shiny skin. He ran through the forest, getting himself effectively dry, and then returned the loincloth to where it belonged. As early as it was, he was tired, and needed to sleep, if only for an hour. With another, louder roar, though this time for the heck of it, he lugged back to the cave and let the folds of sleep overtake him.