Part Two: The Beastman
Alex’s sneakers crunched against the crystal path, the shimmering stones reflecting the eerie glow of the Fae forest. The euphoric high from his encounter with the dwarves had faded, replaced by a gnawing, insatiable heat that pulsed through his veins. The forest’s magic was relentless, tugging at his senses, making his skin prickle and his cock twitch with every step. His mind kept drifting back to the dwarves—those striking eyes, their rough hands, the way they’d filled him and drained him all at once. He was so lost in the memory of their sweaty, synchronized rhythm that he didn’t notice he’d veered off the path until the air grew thick and heavy, the trees twisting into crooked, shadowy forms.
The woods here felt wrong. The vibrant glow of the Fae forest was gone, replaced by a dark, oppressive stillness. The moss underfoot was slick, and the air carried a musky, animalistic scent that made Alex’s heart race. He froze, realizing he was in deep shit. I need to find the path, he thought, turning to retrace his steps, but a low, guttural huff stopped him cold. It was like a bear’s growl, but deeper, more primal. His pulse spiked as a massive figure emerged from behind a boulder carved with glowing runes.
The creature was enormous, towering over eight feet, its body built like a bodybuilder on steroids, every muscle bulging under coarse, dark fur. Its head was that of a bear, with razor-sharp teeth and piercing, golden eyes that locked onto Alex with predatory hunger. It stood upright like a man, its clawed hands and feet massive, but what drew Alex’s gaze was the loincloth barely containing the biggest bulge he’d ever seen. The fabric strained against a cock that had to be monstrous, and its balls—pulsating like grapefruits—radiated raw, sexual energy. Alex was torn between terror and a twisted, undeniable arousal that made his own cock harden in his jeans.
The Beastman stepped closer, its claws glinting in the dim light. “Ah, another human loses his way,” it rumbled, its voice so deep it vibrated in Alex’s chest. “Tell me, little morsel, what brings you to my lair?”
Alex’s mouth went dry, his voice trembling. “I-I’m lost. I didn’t mean to come here. If you could just tell me where the crystal path is, I’ll leave. I swear.”
The Beastman’s laugh was a low, unnerving rumble that sent shivers down Alex’s spine. “A way out, huh? Well, there’s more than one way out of the Fae realm, little morsel.” Its golden eyes gleamed with wicked intent. “I’ll make you a deal. I’m going to fuck you. If you survive, I’ll show you the path. If you don’t…” It bared its teeth in a grin. “I’ll eat you. Sound fair?”
Alex’s asshole clenched as he glanced at the Beastman’s bulge again. The loincloth was losing its battle, the fabric stretching as the creature’s cock grew, thickening until it ripped free with a loud snap. It slapped against the Beastman’s thigh, easily twelve inches long and as thick as Alex’s wrist, veins pulsing along its length. The balls, now swelling from grapefruits to melons, throbbed with a rhythm that matched Alex’s racing heartbeat. He was morbidly turned on, his body screaming yes even as his mind screamed this will kill me. “M-maybe we could work something else out?” he stammered, taking a shaky step back.
The Beastman’s grin widened, and faster than Alex could blink, it lunged, grabbing him with both massive, clawed hands. “You don’t understand, little morsel,” it growled, its voice dripping with menace. “I’m going to fuck you. Your only choice is to survive and be sent on your way, or die and be my snack. Now strip.”
Alex’s hands shook as he fumbled with his clothes, peeling off his t-shirt and jeans under the Beastman’s hungry gaze. Before he could kick off his sneakers, the creature grew impatient, seizing him under the arms and lifting him like he weighed nothing. Alex’s breath hitched as he was positioned over the massive tip of the Beastman’s cock, the head alone bigger than anything he’d ever taken. “Wait—” he started, but the Beastman didn’t. With a low growl, it pressed Alex down, the raw, unyielding force splitting him open.
Alex screamed, a sharp cry of agony as the head popped inside, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. Tears stung his eyes, his body trembling as the Beastman kept pushing, inch after torturous inch sliding into him. The pain was blinding, like he was being torn apart, but beneath it was a dark, twisted pleasure that made his cock throb. Finally, with a meaty slap, he hit the base, his ass pressed against those pulsing, melon-sized balls. He felt impossibly full, the Beastman’s cock rearranging his insides, pressing against places he didn’t know existed.
For a moment, they stayed like that, Alex impaled, gasping for air, his body adjusting to the invasion. Then the Beastman grabbed two handfuls of Alex’s perfect, toned ass, its claws grazing his skin, and started to move him. It used Alex like a toy, lifting him up and slamming him down, each thrust a brutal, relentless rhythm that made Alex’s vision blur. He bit into his knuckle to stifle his screams, his other hand clutching a fistful of the Beastman’s coarse chest fur for dear life. His eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face as the pain and pleasure blurred into something overwhelming. His own cock, hard as iron, slapped against the Beastman’s chiseled abs with every thrust, leaving sticky trails of precum.
It went on for what felt like hours, the Beastman’s stamina endless, its growls growing deeper, more feral. Alex was sure he’d split in two, but his body held, fueled by the forest’s magic and his own perverse desire. He hated how much he loved it—the way the pain sharpened the pleasure, the way the Beastman’s cock hit every nerve inside him, the way his own arousal betrayed him. “Fuck,” he gasped, his voice hoarse, his body shaking as he teetered on the edge.
The Beastman’s breathing grew ragged, its golden eyes fluttering with pleasure. With a final, earth-shaking thrust, it slammed Alex down balls-deep and roared, a bellow that echoed through the forest. A torrent of hot, thick cum erupted inside Alex, the force so intense it felt like a firehose. Alex came too, his cock pulsing, ropes of his own cum painting the Beastman’s furred chest and abs. But the Beastman’s release didn’t stop. Pump after pump flooded Alex, his belly swelling, stretching outward as the pressure built. He looked down in horror and ecstasy, his skin turning taut and purple, his stomach rounding like a basketball. He was sure he’d burst, the sensation both terrifying and impossibly arousing.
Finally, the Beastman’s balls were spent, one last spurt filling Alex to the brim. Its cock softened, slipping out with a wet, obscene fart, but none of the cum followed. Alex groaned, collapsing onto the soft ground, his hands rubbing his swollen belly, the weight of it pinning him down. He felt like a balloon ready to pop, every movement sending jolts of discomfort and lingering pleasure through him.
The Beastman knelt, its massive frame looming over him. “Well done, little morsel,” it rumbled, its voice softer now. “You survived what few have. I’ll show you the path.”
Alex barely registered the words, his mind foggy. Great, I’ll just roll down the path like this, he thought, half-delirious. But then the Beastman placed a clawed hand on his distended belly. A faint glow emanated from its palm, warmth spreading through Alex’s core. His stomach gurgled, then bubbled, and with a loud, breathy fart that seemed to go on forever, the cum began to dissipate. His belly deflated, shrinking back to its lean, toned state, the pressure easing until he felt… normal. No, better than normal. He felt powerful, like he could tear through the forest with his bare hands, his body buzzing with energy.
He looked up at the Beastman, panting. “Uh… thanks, I think.”
The creature’s fierce face softened, its lips curling into something like a smile. “It’s good you didn’t die, little morsel. Get dressed. I’ll walk you to the crystal path.” It paused, its golden eyes glinting. “Maybe you’ll come back for another round someday.”
Alex blushed, his body still humming with the memory of that brutal, mind-blowing fuck. As terrifying as it had been, he couldn’t deny the part of him that wanted it again. He scrambled into his clothes, his movements quick and energized, and followed the Beastman through the dark woods. The crystal path sparkled ahead, welcoming him back to its shimmering safety. The Beastman nodded, then vanished into the shadows without another word.
Alex set off down the path, his body thrumming with newfound strength, his mind racing with what he’d just endured—and what might lie ahead. The Fae forest was alive, its magic coiling around him, whispering promises of more pleasure, more danger. He was ready for whatever it threw at him next.
