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Remnants of the Past

It was another beautiful day in the fair nation of Faerdeil, sunlight pouring down over the tranquil, gentle countryside. Blake was marvelling at the serenity of it all as he trekked through the fields. He was currently travelling alone, the party having left for the capital a few days earlier to gather supplies, while he stayed behind in Bramblesmith, awaiting the local tanner to fashion him a new set of leather armour. The ranger peered down over himself, admiring the craftsmanship of his new duds, and deciding it was certainly worth the wait.

Across his torso he wore a sleeveless dark-brown, rough-leather jerkin. What he admired most about it was the fact that it was tailor-made expertly to fit his immensely-ample frame, Blake was actually able to fasten it up completely, finally able to hide his gargantuan assets away from prying eyes, something he had always been unable to do before. As well as this he wore a pair of matching pants, padded and roomy to house the other oversized endowments he was gifted with, but also reinforced to avoid wear from both these, and his powerful legs. He also wore a pair of fingerless gloves, bracers, and a large, thick pair of boots, all made to look good together, but without compromising quality. It may have set him back a bit, but he was ecstatic with the results.

He hummed to himself, practically skipping through the stunning grassland, before something caught his eye. Well, two things actually, not too far in the distance he saw two very large hills. Now this would obviously not normally drag someone's attention to it, but what was a bit unusual was the fact that they were almost-perfect domes, and situated right beside each other. It could easily have just been a quirk of nature, but Blake decided to have a closer look, making a bee-line for them. As he got closer though, he could see something else, some sort of stone structure between the hills. Pretty soon he was standing right before it, a huge, almost-cylindrical building that seemed to fit snugly between the bluffs. A light redness crept across the human's face as the image of something very phallic resting on it's side between two massive mesas conjured up some lewd thoughts in his mind. He managed to shake them off though, focusing more now on the large, open doorway that was situation on end of the stone architecture.

He knew going in alone probably wasn't the best idea, but his curiosity tugged at him to go in, and it wasn't long before he shrugged, passing through into the structure.

The inside looked to be a long hallway, lit by numerous candles that sat on makeshift, stone tables. As his eyes got used to the dimmer light, he could see crude drawings and paintings on the walls, but with how old they appeared to be, along with how dim it still was, Blake was unable to make out what they were supposed to be of.

His ears perked up as he heard low chanting coming from somewhere not too far, and he immediately raised his arms defensively, looking about quickly for the source. He could make out two more large open doorways further down the hall, about half-way down the structure, that led off to the sides. From where he was, he worked out that they must have led into the hills themselves, and after gathering his strength, he took a deep breath and slowly craned his neck around the corner of one.

He could see a few cloaked figures kneeling together on the ground, it seemed they weren't yet aware of Blake's presence yet. He carefully and silently glanced around, taking note of the domed ceiling of the large, round room, sure enough these rooms must have been built into the adjacent hills.

Before he could get much of a better look at things though, one of the men stood up, instantly noticing the newcomer and staring wide-eyed at him. Blake just froze, and after a few more moments, one by one, the other men noticed the man's stare and followed it, soon all of them gawping over the ranger, who embarrassedly looked to the side.

Eventually the first man who stood pulled down his hood, revealing a wide smile, and a full head of rather messy, dark-brown hair.

"At last, the day is upon us. Praise his holiness that we are blessed with your presence, stranger," he gestured for Blake to approach, but the ranger warily kept his distance. "There is no need to fear us, you are lost, aren't you? Your past is clouded in fog, your origins are a mystery to you, but if you let us, we can help you make it all clear."

Blake's eyes widened at the man's words, and how they fit him to a T. How would this man know? It was an aspect of his life he kept hidden from others, even his party members. His past, his memories, everything before five years ago was nothing but fuzzy images. From his point of view, he awoke one day in the middle of a field not too far from Sunsliver, and started his life there. Obviously though a full-grown man with rough knowledge of the world must have had a life before that moment, but as hard as he tried, he'd never regained any memory of his earlier life. It had troubled him for a while, but a priest at the Sunsliver Cathedral had given him a grain of wisdom that he clung to, 'Memories are made by living, live life, and your memories will never be lost'. He'd decided to live life to the fullest, even if it didn't kick-start his memories, he would at least forge new ones. It was this that started him on the road to being an adventurer. But here was someone who knew of his shrouded past, and spoke of a way to regain it, to shine a light on it.

After regaining his composure Blake stepped forward, a serious, stern expression on his face as he spoke to the robed man, "You know of my past? You know who I am?" he asked, though as much as he tried not to, his expression softened into one of unease.

"We do," the man spoke, slowly walking upto Blake, his gaze falling to the ranger's enormous chest for a moment, before looking him in the eye,s reaching up and gently patting him on the shoulder. The robed man was rather tall, and even with his body being mostly obscured Blake could tell he was likely rather well-built. "We cannot tell you ourselves though, our god has forbid it, but he has tasked us with telling you what you need to do to regain them yourself," he then ushered the larger man to follow him, which Blake eagerly did. He was slightly dismayed that he wasn't going to get a quick answer from them about his past, but if what they said was true, he would be able to take an active role in recovering it himself.

He was led over to a large statue, Blake freezing in place the moment he set eyes on it. It was of a man, dressed in something similar to a toga. He had a ruggedly-masculine face and a heavily-muscled frame. As well as this though, he had what appeared to be a pair of ridiculously-colossal breasts which strained his clothing taut. It was the man's face that Blake was focused on though, it was a well-maintained statue, and finely-detailed, and Blake couldn't help but find that the statue resembled himself very closely. The facial features, the build, the sheer size and presence of his breasts. The only differences he could notice was that the man's hair was a good deal longer, and his chest was fair bit larger than even his, but the resemblance was uncanny.

"This is his holiness, Berekeelus, or Berek for short. He is the god of fertility and we are his followers," the man nodded, noticing Blake's look of confusion and quickly continuing, "Don't be surprised if you've not heard of him, worship of him was never too widespread, and in recent times that's only become more apparent, I wouldn't be surprised if our little group was all that was left of his devoted children, at least in Faerdeil," he frowned as he said this, but it didn't last too long, and his smile returned in full force.

Blake just kept his gaze fixed on the statue, "Why does he... why does he look so much like -me-?" the ranger really didn't know what to think, was -he- Berekeelus? I wouldn't make much sense if he was, he didn't have any kind of magical ability or super-strength that gods were usually known for. The idea of the god of fertility himself getting amnesia and wandering the mortal world seemed a bit too far-fetched as well.

The man answered readily, "I'm afraid only -he- can answer that in it's entirety, though I -can- say that you are not him, just incase that thought crossed your mind," he patted Blake's shoulder as a slight sense of relief washed over the larger man.

"How do I get the answer from him? Should I pray to him or something?" Blake wasn't sure if what he was suggesting sounded silly or not to the other men, most of whom were just watching the pair.

The man he had been speaking to just shook his head, "No, no, such a revelation would require Berekeelus to appear before you in all his splendour, and -that- would require a place of intense magical power. The only place in all of Kronthyr that it would really be possible, would be -his- high temple, the Grand Temple of Berekeelus in Anthisia.

Blake furrowed his brow as the name 'Anthisia' popped up. He knew very well that Anthisia, or the 'God's Playground', was the most holy of places, it was where most of the mortal races were fought back to during the centaur's conquest of the land, and it was where they built gigantic temples to their gods, to beseech them for their help. It was where the gods gifted them with The Blessing, which allowed them to fight back and retake their land, and since those times, it was heavily guarded by the organisation known as The Silver Sharde, the most zealous of soldiers who ensured that the sacred ground was not tainted by thieves, cultists or any other kind of evil-doers. Infact, it was so strongly guarded that when he attempted to last enter, intent on some harmless exploring, he was turned away immediately.

As if he could already sense the ranger's unease about the place though, the smaller man continued once again, "As you may well know already, Anthisia is under the constant protection of The Silver Sharde, they refuse entry to all but those who have proved themselves." Blake quirked a brow, he'd never heard of them allowing -anyone- through.

"How do I prove myself?" he was quite anxious about learning of his past, and so was a bit short with his words, already fidgeting about restlessly.

"You need to receive permission from all three of the order's Supreme Generals, those highest up in their organisation. The three Supreme Generals, who make up the Triumvirate, spend much of their time in the God's Playground, but occasionally travel to the capitals of Faerdeil, Kirggar and Burzock, so that those wishing to go on a pilgrimage to Anthisia, can seek them out. After they have proved themselves to each of the three leaders, they may then enter Anthisia. The Silver Sharde doesn't make this information too public, I suppose so that only those truly seeking to enter for righteous reasons learn of it," he shrugs lightly, "Regardless, Sunsliver would be your best bet to start."

Blake beamed widely, while it sounded like it would take quite some time, and a good deal of work to get answers, he now had a mission, a quest, a goal that would culminate in him learning of his heritage. He bowed towards the man, an expression of genuine gratitude on his face, "Oh thank you, thank you so much for telling me all of this, you don't know how much this means to me."

The robed man just shook his head, "You needn't thank me, I only do as his holiness asks of me, oh, pardon my bad manners, my name is Keith," he held out a hand to the ranger, who happily grabbed it with his own massive one, shaking it enthusiastically.

"Blake, Blake Lightswood, it's a pleasure, to meet you all of course," he turned to the rest of the group, who until now had been silently watching the pair, each cloaked man bowed their head politely, but remained silent. Eager to get started on his journey he was about to turn and leave, but Keith interrupted him, stepping forward and raising a hand.

"Wait, please, before you go, well... you must understand, Berekeelus tasked us with aiding you, you are therefore -very- important to our temple," his gaze lowered to those ludicrously-gigantic mounds that were contained in that thick leather tunic, "You... you look so much like him... please, you must allow us the honour of pleasing you, if only for a brief time," he gestured to a couple of the other men who abruptly darted out of the room.

Blake peered at Keith with slight confusion, raising his hands and shaking his head, "Oh, there's no need, you've already helped me so much already," he glanced back toward the doorway to see the men return, bringing with them a very large wooden stool, and two smaller ones, positioning them in the centre of the room, and stepping back from them.

Keith placed a hand on the ranger's hulking arm, looking him in the eyes, an expression of almost-desperation showing strongly on his face, "Oh please, stay, we wont keep you long, we'd all love nothing more than to shower you with our devotion, please would you just take a seat, and let us wash away all of your hesitation, you'll love it, I assure you," he gestured Blake over to the largest of the three stools. The much larger man with a bit uneasy about receiving so much attention, he usually tried his best to avoid being in such situations, but they clearly wanted it so badly, he'd feel bad to just leave them. Plus they told him it wouldn't be for too long, so he decided to hang around for a while longer, walking over and taking a seat on the reinforced stool, which narrowly managed to hold his weight. Keith's sunny demeanour quickly returned as he walked over, a bright smile on his lips, "Thank you, truly, you won't regret this,", he took up position behind the seated Blake, resting his hands on the ranger's massively-broad shoulders, and starting to give him a massage, his strong hands being surprisingly-gentle at first, and in an instant Blake could feel much of the stress he was feeling beginning to wash away.

As Keith began to work the ranger's shoulders with a bit more force, Blake couldn't help but emit a quiet murr as the man's rough strokes worked deep into him. He barely even noticed two of the other cloaked men lifting his legs up and pulling off his boots, their eyes widening as they took in the sheer size of Blake's massive, broad feet. They carefully placed the boots down to the side and lowered his feet onto the smaller stools, before kneeling down before them and beginning to caress them softly, stroking up and down their sides before moving their hands over his rough soles.

Blake had by now completely forgotten about his previous hesitation, leaning back into Keith who happily supported him as his hands slowly moved their way down, passing over his collar, the smaller man's heart began beating rapidly as they neared those twin expanses of flesh, which, while still covered, were the only things on his mind at that moment.

The two men rubbing his feet were now applying more pressure themselves, kneading the ranger's giant feet affectionately, finding it difficult to not be drawn in by their size and their utter devotion to Blake. They narrowly held themselves back, for now, quite happy hearing the titan's content groans which were slowly getting louder as they worked, the somewhat-lewd sounds echoing about the chamber. The remaining two robed men were kneeling not too far from all this and eagerly watching the spectacle.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself, Blake, we want nothing more than to make you feel completely at ease," Keith's hands crept lower still, the well-built man shivering in delight as he felt that jerkin push outwards, his hands now resting on the upper-slopes of those mammoth mountains. "Ooh, please, allow us to not only please you, but pleasure you, we want to bring you to heights of bliss you've never felt before, please...," he uttered the last word as a whisper in the ranger's ear. The treatment thusfar had been having a slow-but-steady affect on Blake, as the gargantuan bulge in his pants attested to, but this whisper forced the beast in his chaps to visibly throb, and a moan to leave Blake's lips. Normally he'd never agree to such a suggestion, but the excitement that was already bubbling inside him wouldn't let him refuse.

"Nnngh, g-go right ahead," was all he could manage between moans. Keith stepped around to the ranger's side and leant in, placing his hands on the sides of Blake's face and pressing his lips against the other man's, kissing him deeply and stroking gently across the larger man's stubble. Blake happily kissed back, opening his mouth so his tongue could slide out and explore Keith's mouth, soon both men's tongues wrestling with each other as they frantically made out, the ranger wrapping his mighty arms around the smaller male. Both men at Blake's feet had now lost whatever inhibitions they had and were mashing their faces against the soles of the ranger's huge feet, groaning in delight and lapping over them, utterly entranced, still massaging the sides of them fervently.

Keith's hands had once again travelled south, caressing those titanic mountains and hurriedly looking for the fastenings of Blake's tunic. As he found them he released them in turn, until only one remained holding those colossal mounds at bay. He broke the kiss and moved back so he could watch as he undid the final buckle, the other men pausing what they were doing to watch as it was released, the ranger moaning out in relief as those glorious globes burst free in all their glory, each man's eyes widening considerably as they gazed at those enormous, smooth hills of flesh, and those mammoth, thick nipples that topped them.

"Oh by his grace, they're astounding!" Keith exclaimed, his hands abruptly grabbing at those ridiculously-massive breasts, grabbing huge handful and moaning out as he felt them in his grasp. He gestured to the two kneeling men, who until now had just been left to watch, and who both then frantically clambered to their feet, heading over to the ranger's sides and beginning to run their eager hands across the smooth, plentiful breastflesh, unable to hold back moans. Keith stepped back to watch for a moment, before moving around and taking a position between Blake's hulking legs, eyeing the behemoth bulge within his pants hungrily. He reached forward and let out a soft moan as he felt the warmth coming off from that leather-clad bulge. He could also already pick up the heavy aroma of musk, which only spurred him on to please the ranger further, his hands sliding down to knead at those gigantic balls that strained Blake's chaps immensely.

The two men at his breasts had moved on to licking across the acres of breast available, squashing their faces into the soft mounds and stroking them lovingly. They soon reached his massive nipples, feeling the slightly bumpy areola against their faces before licking over the huge, thick nubs. The oversized pads of flesh were already hard and throbbing rapidly, so they latched onto as much of them as they could, and began suckling on the firm flesh like their lives depended on it. This of course only put further strain of Blake's pants as his colossal manhood shaped up more, the ranger starting to get a bit worried he may bust right out of his new armour.

Thankfully Keith had him covered, and began undoing the -very- generous codpiece the pants were equipped with. As soon as he did though, it blasted off, a dense fog of musk instantly filling the room as the ranger's gargantuan privates burst into view. All the men paused their worship once again to gaze at that towering erection, reaching a height of at least three-foot and obscenely-thick. His balls were also equally as substantial, resembling watermelons in size as opposed to the cum-factories that they were. Keith was too awe-struck to even comment, just draping himself around the mighty pillar, licking over the dangerously-pulsating meat, and lapping up the heavy stream of precum that was now gushing forth from it.

The overpowering musk was having quite the effect on the other men, who were quickly discarding their robes, revealing that they were completely naked underneath. They all began to madly jerk off as the overwhelming scent of masculinity blanketed them, and their worship only became more desperate. The two men that had been licking over Blake's massive feet were now trying to cram his huge toes into their mouths, sucking on them hard and moaning out as they came close to orgasm, but did their best to hold back, wanting to achieve release alongside the ranger.

Keith meanwhile had slid down to Blake's gigantic balls, happily burying his face in the massive sack and breathing in deeply from the ranger's heady, billowing scent. His strong hands were zealously massaging the hunk's monstrous balls, running his fingers through the thick, copious hair and murring deeply between those enormous spooge-tanks.

The two worshipping his chest had suckled from those giant teats as much as they could, now using both hands to vigourously pump them, Blake roaring out in ecstasy as his colossal jugs were man-handled so roughly, but loving every second of it.

Keith finally pulled away from the giant's nuts, taking a moment to regain his senses, as well as watch those immense hills of his be so fervently pleased. This was everything he'd imagined it would be, well, he'd imagined worshipping his god, Berekeelus, but a man so similar in looks and proportions like Blake was just as fulfilling, and soon he got to his feet again, staring at that throbbing pillar of meat before him, grabbing his own sizeable manhood and jamming it against it. Although his measured out at a very respectable ten inches, feeling it against one so, -so- much bigger was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and he quickly began pumping both shafts together, frotting with the mammothly-hung hulk as best he could, and shuddering in bliss. He could feel himself nearing his limit, and luckily for him, the ranger was narrowly holding himself back too, it certainly wouldn't be long before the floodgates opened...

Blake let out a fierce yell, jerking his hips forward so his monumental meat smacked into Keith, grabbing both men pleasuring his bust tightly in his huge hands and mashing their faces once again into his massive nipples, before his mighty body jolted wildly, and his giant cock blasted out reams of his hot, thick and oh-so potent seed. At first at plastered the ceiling and walls in inches of the stuff, before eventually much of it rained down, splattering over all the men in huge wads, even the large statue of Berekeelus wasn't spared, being painted in rope after rope of Blake's thick batter.

As the ranger unleashed his flood of cum, the other men weren't far behind, and were soon releasing their own pent up loads. Keith aimed his over Blake's cock, the two squashed into the titan's chest let theirs make a mess on those endless plains, and the last two made sure their seed landed on those massive feet, though all of it was lost beneath the gallons and gallons of cum that Blake produced, easily enough to not only paint the room, but completely cover all six men within it.

Eventually though, Blake's load would die down, and he and his worshippers could catch their breath. The massive hunk had never felt anything like that before, he'd experienced -very- strong pleasure before, but nothing close to the levels that five devoted men could bring him. He looked down at each of the panting men, then to the still-rock-hard cock throbbing between his legs, a dark blush covering his cum-drenched face as he peered around again at each other man in turn, "Perhaps I could stay a little longer." The other men just praised their god, not believing their luck and Blake's stamina, and readied themselves for another round with the ranger.