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Vladof was an adventurer and mercenary. He traveled from village to town to castle and back to villages, trying to make a living of what ever a rhino with experience in fighting and forging could get useful for. It came as a considerable bonus that he could count himself as one of the strongest fellows even among those of his species. A useful bonus specially when it came to getting payed.

There have been quite some people who thought they could simply cheat that big slow pile-o-meat and run away. He had to admit, some came through with it, but only the very tricky kind. Most got impressed by destroyed cargo from a display of stampede-powered rage. If that wasn't enough the last few stubborn cheaters usually changed their mind the way Vladofs knuckles changed their facial features.

In short: In his case strength was an effective argument in all financial arguments, for he was smart enough to put that to use where it was suited. The only downside was that sometimes clients paid him more than he had charged, out of plain fear. He never bothered the little extra weight in his pocket, though.

Today he was on his way from one town to a village. The trip took him through a forest, a path people rarely chose to travel upon. He chose it for the need of solitude and to enjoy the sounds of nature just for once in a while.

Vladof was about to smile when a voice from close by spoke to him. "Hey there! What a coincidence we'd meet so soon again."

The rhino stopped and turned, finding the friendly face of a raven right next to himself, clothed with some textiles of similar blackness, making it hard to tell feather from wool. He actually remembered him, rather because he was hard to forget. His name was Crox, they had met in the tavern the previous night. Under the influence of very much alcohol he had spent time with him. That special sort of time, including sweat, groans, never ending rhythmic movement and in his case a broken bed frame.

"Go away." Vladof snarled, continuing his walk.

"Ah, don't be like that. I know you'll enjoy my company. Maybe just like the other night?" The raven winked at him and moved along. Vladof tried to ignore him.

They walked their way and the Rhino watched the trees pass by. He was about to enjoy the yet staying silence, when suddenly he felt two soft hands wrap around his left forearm in a stroking manner. "Vladof, your skin feels like armor on its own, and th-" Vladof smashed into the black figure with his right fist, out of reflex. The raven dissolved into a dark cloud and materialized next to the rhinos right arm, stroking this now instead. "-the muscles beneath feel yet so soft but pulse with raw power. Erotic!"

Yeah, there was the other thing about him. Crox was a skilled user of shadowmagic. And as far as he could recall from his drunken memory a sub at least as enduring as himself, which began to prove as a problem. Most guys he got for a night didn't last half the time they had, he had to let that count for the raven, but even the toughest he had met so far would feel a sore stinging in their lower spine just for thinking of a seat.

"Crox," he growled, pushing the raven away, "just get lost and leave me alone. I am not interested in you anymore."

Croxs shoulders dropped. He looked into the eyes of Vladof with a mix of disappointment and harmed feelings. "Ok." he said, pulling himself together. Vladof felt pleased yet frowned how dramatic the bird got. "I shall just leave then."

Crox turned into the direction they had come from and started walking. "Good bye."

Vladof watched him walk next to him for a while, then he stopped. The raven kept walking, just it didn't make him less close to Vladof. The rhino gave an irritated sigh. Crox eyes sparkled the way they did on bird-kind when they did what for them would count as a grin.

Vladof grabbed him by the beak and felt a satisfying tingling on his skin as it didn't dissolve. He pulled him to his face, lifting the raven off the ground. "Listen, clown. I will continue my walk, you will leave me and go the other way. Am I understood?"

Vladof starred into the eyes of the raven. Crox starred back, expressionless, almost paralyzed. Vladof narrowed his eyes to threaten a reaction of obedience out of him. Crox undid the rhinos belt.

He threw the raven away, too late. His trousers - cut wide for better mobility during battle - fell to the ground and left his hips naked. There was no underwear his size to be found. Neither did he care for. Vladof growled in rage while the raven gave a whistle, getting comfortable on the ground where he had landed, displaying his own crotch. A pink erectness throbbed in sight from below his kilt. "Nice view! Very impressive."

The rhino made a move toward the bird, rage overwhelming his thoughts. With an unseen flick of the ravens fingers Vladof fell over his trousers. He could stop his body from landing in the ground face first, but his warhammer got dislodged from his back and slid over the ground. The breath from his nostrils blew dust into the air. Two clawed feet stood in front of him and as he looked up he saw more of the ravens dick than the rest of him. Crox had his arms crossed behind his head, arching his back to make his length stick out over the rhinos face just when a drip of pre dropped off the tip. "Need a lift? Be my guest!"

Vladof enclosed the length in his fist with all of his crushing strength while he got half way back up, actually pulling himself up by the ravens length. The hot moaning of Crox startled him midway. The drop of pre, that had lodged itself on the bridge of his nose, ran down sideways. For some reason he couldn't fully push down on the tender meat, instead his pressing and pulling motion was altered into a jerking movement. Crox moaned again, clearly enjoying the handjob. "Oh, you're so strong!"

The rhino bent his fist, directing the raven to bent down likewise. With his left hand he caught him by the neck, snarling tremendously. "Shut up."

"Make me."

Within seconds Vladof had performed a swift pulling away of feet and turning a body in midair, causing Crox to land flat on his belly in front of him. "Oh, now we're talking!" he exclaimed nonetheless.

Grabbing a bunch of feathers on the back of the raven he pulled him upward and shook him till the kilt slipped off enough to expose the hole he was looking for, meanwhile covering his right hand in saliva. With little patience he probed the entrance with three of his digits, stretching Crox quickly and with an expected amount of aid from his shadowmagic.

Vladof loved fighting and violence. It was what made him so terrifying as a warrior. In fact, he loved it so much it even made him aroused sometimes. And since the raven wouldn't let go of him unless he gave what Crox wanted, this little foreplay did come in handy.

A fourth digit went into the moaning raven. His voice trembling already. Upon noticing this Vladof shoved in his thump with a satisfied grin. Crox gasped for air, yet pushing his hip against the intrusion, clearly in pleasure. Vladof forced his fingers back and forth for a while. Without any sense for preparation he directed the thick set of his fingertips directly against the special spot behind the ravens entrance, pressing it like a button. Crox moan turned into a squeak. With pleasure Vladof noticed the lack of words the raven displayed suddenly.

To teach that cheeky annoyance a lesson he did something he'd never done before. With Croxs anus still around his fingers he clenched his fist, doubling the size the raven got stretched into in an instant. He screamed, but as expected his magic kept this exercise from doing any real harm. To his body, that is. Vladof grinned, well aware of Croxs mind getting overwhelmed. He positioned himself next to the hip of the raven and aligned his arm in ninety degree to the ground.

Vladof stopped for a moment to let Crox catch his breath. "What are you doing?" Crox said under his breath. Giving him the sign Vladof was waiting for.

Without the tiniest space for acceleration he slammed his fist to the ground, hammering into the prostate of the raven and grinding the dick between Croxs belly and the ground. The raven groaned aloud, clawing into the dirt and trying to catch some breath. Vladof didn't pay attention to what the raven did, he just kept on hitting the ground with his fist as if no raven was in between. Crox moaned and squirmed, the ground below his hips turning into mud from all the pre the slamming was draining out of him. It went on like this for quite a while, fist-fucking the raven into oblivion.

As far as Vladof could tell from the clenching muscles and the strong pulses quivering through the prostate, Crox had cum at least once before his moans faded out. Vladof slowed down. Crox breathed in with a mark of relief. The rhino altered his arm and shoved it a big deal further inward, rotating his fist like a drill. The experience made Crox shiver and moan tenderly with a pinched voice.

Pulling his arm out with a forceful 'plop' he found the raven was well prepared. He got himself positioned, his knees next to the legs of Crox. Vladof took his own length and jerked it a few times, covering it with his own pre. Once he was fully hardened and slippery he aimed his tip at the widely loosened entrance of the raven and thrust forward.

Crox moaned weakly and didn't even struggle when Vladof took him by the wrists, pulling his arms down and resting his weight on them to lock the raven in place. Now he started the real ride.

Vladof enjoyed the warm, twitching looseness he pounded into. It was just right for a nice and relaxed fuck. Just for him a relaxed fuck already included quite some speed in the beginning and powerful slaps of hips banging together. With every of his thrusts the length of the raven rubbed into the sticky mud he had created himself. Croxs special spot had gotten sensitive enough by now to let him feel every vein that pumped over the rock-hard length inside him.

Slowly Vladofs thrusting accelerated. He moaned with deep growls of pleasure. Even though the raven was loosened up way too much the constant twitching would soon push him over the edge. The rhino arched his spine and enjoyed himself when Crox suddenly bent his back, moaning wildly while his hip jerked violently and his inside cramped tight during his second orgasm. The extra massage caught Vladof off guard and it was too late for him to stop himself. Growling loudly he went thrusting even harder into that twitching greedy hole and shot his hot load. The experience of everything together sent Crox over an imaginary line, giving him a dry third orgasm right after his second.

The rhino grunted and slowly got up. His still hardened cock lifted Crox off the ground during the effort, who simply dropped back to the ground with a plop into freedom of Vladofs length. The later turned away, barely out of breath, taking a skin of water from his luggage to wash himself. He drank a little and spat some of the cold water directly onto the ravens wrought hole, causing him to shiver with a trembling caw.

Vladof got his clothes on and stood in front of Crox, examining his expression. The raven was clearly gone too far and would take some time to recover from this, but was still smiling. He snorted. "There, I shut you up. Now stay away from me, or I'll break you."

The rhino turned and went his way. He was positive this taught the raven a lesson he wouldn't forget. Deep down he knew that wouldn't keep him gone.