K.C's notes: I'm so glad about the PM's I keep receiving. But if you don't like the story there's no need to keep reading. Don't send horrible PM's! Anyway in this chapter Dorian and the Dracoman have an encounter and Varric escapes captivity!
Chapter 12: A Dark Incident
Dorian struggled to get free from the Dracoman, but it was very awkward because he had the body of a dracolisk and couldn't quite coordinate his four legs to flip himself upright. Plus the Dracoman was lying on him and kind of pinning him to the ground. The creature was hissing at him from its horrible lips and still had a burlap sack hanging from one of its horns, making it look thoroughly ridiculous. It began to climb on top of Dorian and started pulling in it's penis again (the penis that had previously belonged to Dorian himself); the Tevinter rolled his eyes, was he really about to be rendered helpless by a masturbating dragon-horse-man-thing? Apparently so.
The creature started to rub itself against Dorian's scaly undercarriage in a horrifying sexual war. The Tevinter tried to get up but the Dracoman, growing more used to his mage body every moment, cast a bad spell over Dorian so that he forgot how to use his legs! Flailing around helplessly, Dorian thought to himself, "This would actually be a really pleasurable experience if not for this thing's hideous face." He tried to use his teeth to pull the sack back over the Dracoman's head, but the creature objected and made an unholy noise. It also thought that Dorian was trying to kiss it and so 'kissed' him with its giant overbite and plague-filled teeth. This was a really traumatic experience for Dorian and he almost passed out from it; only the feeling of the creature's wet forked tongue brushing over his moustache kept him condos. The Dracoman kept rutting against its old body - which showed that it also harboured an unnatural desire to have sex with itself - and started panting grossly with the exertion of it all. It also didn't help that Dorian's tail was wagging desperately and this was brushing against the Dracoman's penis and spurring him on to new heights of ecstacy. Dorian tried to stop it, but he couldn't.
At this point the creature suddenly got up and so Dorian tried to run away, the paralysis spell wearing off... But as soon as he did so the Dracoman was behind him and mounting him properly. Without warning Dorian felt his old penis thrusting deep inside of his anus and impaling him on the wonderful sack of bestial man-meat. He sighed in passion and accidentally kicked the Dracoman in the knees with one of his back legs, fracturing the creature's patella. It growled in anger and decided that some nasty hate sex was in order to keep his old body in line. He began moving his front pleasure tail in and out of Dorian's rump. In, out, in, out, in, out. It was sheer carnal pleasure for Dorian as his horse-dragon-thing prostate was massaged roughly by his old good-looking penis. But the Dracoman was an insatiable lover and required more than just cheap Submission from Dorian...it required total and utter depravity and disembowelment! It sped up it's thrusting to almost supersonic speeds and started to claw at Dorian's rear portion with its diamond hard horns - one of which still had a semi-shredded burlap sack stuck to it. The blood ran in little rivulets down Dorian's rump and started to act as creepy lube for the Dracoman's ministrations. Dorian himself alternated between moaning in arousal and screaming in agony.
The Dracoman's penis was becoming more and more engorged with ever second that passed, adding girth to an already girthy Rod of Girthiness. The creature had entered a higher state of being at it oscillated back and forth within Dorian's anus...growing at such an alarming rate that Dorian's large intestine braced itself for beasty invasion. By this time the creature's soiled and bloodied penis was beginning to feel the strain and the Dracoman knew it wouldn't be long until he bathed his man-pet in an ocean of unholy, crazy love emission. It began jumping up and down and pushing itself at hard as possible as it humped Dorian's scaly rump. The Tevinter howled in a mixture of pain and masochistic glee as he felt the creature's penis begin to go crazy inside him - wiggling around and bringing him to totally unnatural levels of sexual bliss. The penis took on a mind if it's own and started to rotate in rotor-blade like motions inside Dorian's brutalized rectum. The helicopter motion was too much for either party to bear and the Dracoman came with a great bellow, that sounded like yaks mating in the farthest reaches of the Anderfels, and coated Dorian's innards with a think and oddly spongy layer of dragon-man-thing semen. There was so much of it that it spilled out of him like a terrifying tsunami of love juice and flooded the upper courtyard of Suledin Keep...some even ricochetting off some nearby barrels ludicrously. Dorian groaned in bliss and rutted against the Dracoman as the creature's still erect penis was withdrawn suddenly; Dorian was left angry and unfulfilled, like when you go to pay for baked goods on a credit card and remove the card to early so your purchase is stupid, null and void. It was like that.
Dorian did not need to remain unfulfilled for long however. The Dracoman, now completely satisfied from his ruthless sexing of his love emission drenched man-pet, was curious about how deep Dorian's rectal tunnel really went. It started sniffing around his anus which it found grossly arousing and then without warning rammed its entire head into Dorian's rear passage. Dorian took fright and started running around the Keep, dragging the Dracoman behind Jim as it's human legs could not keep up. The creature however found the experience thrilling and was now fully and painfully erect again. If it wore trousers it would have tented them. The Dracoman wanted to have sex with Dorian again but it's head was stuck in Dorian's bum, it's horn having pierced his rectal wall and shoved a burlap sack into his inner soiled sanctum.
Dorian galloped onwards, dragging the horny thing behind him until the two looked like a bizarre human-dragon-horse-centipede-thing. It was then that the doors of Suledin Keep flew open and two of Corypheus's most feared minions walked in, flanked by their guards. It was...Crassius Servis and Gereon Alexius! Servants initially looked totally aghast at the creepy sight that greeted him and then started trying to stifle laughter when he realised that the Dracoman's head was lodged in Dorian-centaur's anus. Alexius merely looked on with that sad, world weary expression that he often held...whilst inside he started to think that joining the Venatori was a very bad idea if it would present him with such unnatural horrors as the one galloping around the Keep in front of him. Whatever their personal feelings though, they were on a mission. To kill Dorian and the Dracoman!
Across the world in Fort Revasan, Varric had escaped and had found his way to the sewer network beneath the fortifications. His small size allowed him to slip through the various sluices and bowelly stenches unharmed and he popped out on the opposite side of the Fort after only twenty three hours of getting horribly lost. He pulled Bianca after him on a sting he had tied to her. She emerged covered in fecal matter. Varric was too concerned about freeing Svetlana and reporting back to Skyhold to care though and swung the crossbow onto his back before fleeing the Exalted Planes towards Skyhold! There was no time to loose!
K.C's notes: Sorry it took a while folks! I had to be careful how i phrased stuff and I've been moving back into my house which had been really awful because of the amount of problems that happened. Back now though! What will Servis and Alexius do to Dorian!? Will Varric ever reach Skyhold or will the Archegonium descend!?