divinechaos
10-29-2008, 09:33 PM
I think the time has come to finally let ya'll read the glory that is the epic story that a friend and I have been writting for a little over two years now. This is a story of struggle, suffering and death, mostly in the groin-region. A story of two men who have gathered their armies to do battle and a little fucking on the side. This is the story of the mighty Ghayloth and the unstopable ZpoôörrdÅnkch.
Warning: Insanely sexual and violent content follow. You've been warned.
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Act I: The calm before the storm
The purple moon burns in the northern sky as Ghayloth approached the kingdom of Nordic men
Bearing the Gauntlet of Xü in his right hand to summon the legion of ethereal owls.
Ghayloth raises his right hand, the Gauntlet of Xü radiates nefariously
As the swarm of galactic owls shatter the northern lights.
King ZpoôörrdÅnkch gazed upon the northern sky, there he foresaw the coming of his kingdom's demise.
Act II: Readying for battle
There is a wall of defecating rhinos;
The horn of the uber-Narwhal lets out a gutteral bellow that awakes the warriors of Ghaowldak.
Clad with the mightiest of Blastoise shells they wield diamond blades harvested from the mines of Iceland.
They ready themselves for the onslaught of coming feral raptors.
The winged minions release the torrent of infected Lheoplurydons, combined with the bleeding feces of galactic defacation to further mutilate the nordic oppressors.
As the blood comets shower open the Sapphire barricades of Triceradon skulls,
in an attempt to become unearthly, the martyrs of Ghaowldak devoured the fetuses of pre-historic alligators.
Soon began the ungodly impalement foretold by the virgins of Mount Kunt-uhclor and the legendary prophets of ancient Yorè.
Act III: The sex scene(s)
-----------------------Pt. 1- Ghayloth and the Dryad--------------------
Meanwhile, Ghayloth and his metamorphisizing genitalia takes the form of a 40-inch hooked elk penis
And plummets inward to commence the rupture of the Dryad Countesses' womb.
After several minutes of excruciating poundage the Dryad Countess exhibited crevices as deep and as rough as the sands of Atlantis within her intestinal tract.
When he felt the coming climax of Thor's apocalyptic eruption he further morphed his glowing scepter into that of a rhynodon's ginormagantuan love log;
Thus imploding her defiled carcass
And leaving her remnants for his army to feast upon.
---------------Pt. 2- ZpoôörrdÅnkch and the 1000 virgins-----------------
As his enemies' army gnaw upon the pusstulated and cremated flesh;
ZpoôörrdÅnkch starts his rape-lust pilgrimage with erect appendages.
He yearns for a vaginal blood-bath within the canals for Menstruator.
To prove worthy of the 1000 virgins' holy tight walls he must secrete a decades holding of his pump nectar.
Thus he summons a Phoenix to soothe his rod and a Satyr to bear the cauldron that will hold his majestic love-spunk.
As a part of the ritual he must carry the cauldron of Zpoôörr-spawn on the head of his monolithic, pulsating black mamba.
As he enters the secreting halls of vaginated walls he beckons,
Thus creating a magnetostic cunt-echo.
This eternal auditory void summoned the 1000 aroused virgins to bathe in his squeezed glory.
They topple themselves joyously into the salty whirpool.
Well lathered, the mamba-craving bitches, in a circle with hands joined wait for ZpoôörrdÅnkch to set their sweaty rugs on fire.
His nipples enlarge and propel into the brown cavernous virginal caves;
The virgins exclaimed erotically in harmony: Oh ZpoôörrdÅnkch, never have our back loins welcomed the long prowess of your mighty mamba-rod.
Just before they reached their climax ZpoôörrdÅnkch propulsionated into every remaining orifice but their mouths and juice hole with his remaining mamba-lings.
Within the mind-fucked sluts' last breath, ZpoôörrdÅnkch disheveled their virgindom by plowing the fruits of the loom and exiting through their oral crevice so he would not have to hear the 1000 desperate cries for another sun cycle.
Having reached their climax, their love flabs ooze sweet honey from amazon bees.
Becoming bored with their honey bowels, he rips out their endoskeletal frame and creates an army of 1000 Valkyries from their rotting flesh.
The new army crafts magnificent weapons from their skeletal remains and resume battle.
TO BE CONTINUED
Please keep in mind that we only work on this once every 6 months and it's 2 a.m. and he's drunk and I'm tired.
Warning: Insanely sexual and violent content follow. You've been warned.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Act I: The calm before the storm
The purple moon burns in the northern sky as Ghayloth approached the kingdom of Nordic men
Bearing the Gauntlet of Xü in his right hand to summon the legion of ethereal owls.
Ghayloth raises his right hand, the Gauntlet of Xü radiates nefariously
As the swarm of galactic owls shatter the northern lights.
King ZpoôörrdÅnkch gazed upon the northern sky, there he foresaw the coming of his kingdom's demise.
Act II: Readying for battle
There is a wall of defecating rhinos;
The horn of the uber-Narwhal lets out a gutteral bellow that awakes the warriors of Ghaowldak.
Clad with the mightiest of Blastoise shells they wield diamond blades harvested from the mines of Iceland.
They ready themselves for the onslaught of coming feral raptors.
The winged minions release the torrent of infected Lheoplurydons, combined with the bleeding feces of galactic defacation to further mutilate the nordic oppressors.
As the blood comets shower open the Sapphire barricades of Triceradon skulls,
in an attempt to become unearthly, the martyrs of Ghaowldak devoured the fetuses of pre-historic alligators.
Soon began the ungodly impalement foretold by the virgins of Mount Kunt-uhclor and the legendary prophets of ancient Yorè.
Act III: The sex scene(s)
-----------------------Pt. 1- Ghayloth and the Dryad--------------------
Meanwhile, Ghayloth and his metamorphisizing genitalia takes the form of a 40-inch hooked elk penis
And plummets inward to commence the rupture of the Dryad Countesses' womb.
After several minutes of excruciating poundage the Dryad Countess exhibited crevices as deep and as rough as the sands of Atlantis within her intestinal tract.
When he felt the coming climax of Thor's apocalyptic eruption he further morphed his glowing scepter into that of a rhynodon's ginormagantuan love log;
Thus imploding her defiled carcass
And leaving her remnants for his army to feast upon.
---------------Pt. 2- ZpoôörrdÅnkch and the 1000 virgins-----------------
As his enemies' army gnaw upon the pusstulated and cremated flesh;
ZpoôörrdÅnkch starts his rape-lust pilgrimage with erect appendages.
He yearns for a vaginal blood-bath within the canals for Menstruator.
To prove worthy of the 1000 virgins' holy tight walls he must secrete a decades holding of his pump nectar.
Thus he summons a Phoenix to soothe his rod and a Satyr to bear the cauldron that will hold his majestic love-spunk.
As a part of the ritual he must carry the cauldron of Zpoôörr-spawn on the head of his monolithic, pulsating black mamba.
As he enters the secreting halls of vaginated walls he beckons,
Thus creating a magnetostic cunt-echo.
This eternal auditory void summoned the 1000 aroused virgins to bathe in his squeezed glory.
They topple themselves joyously into the salty whirpool.
Well lathered, the mamba-craving bitches, in a circle with hands joined wait for ZpoôörrdÅnkch to set their sweaty rugs on fire.
His nipples enlarge and propel into the brown cavernous virginal caves;
The virgins exclaimed erotically in harmony: Oh ZpoôörrdÅnkch, never have our back loins welcomed the long prowess of your mighty mamba-rod.
Just before they reached their climax ZpoôörrdÅnkch propulsionated into every remaining orifice but their mouths and juice hole with his remaining mamba-lings.
Within the mind-fucked sluts' last breath, ZpoôörrdÅnkch disheveled their virgindom by plowing the fruits of the loom and exiting through their oral crevice so he would not have to hear the 1000 desperate cries for another sun cycle.
Having reached their climax, their love flabs ooze sweet honey from amazon bees.
Becoming bored with their honey bowels, he rips out their endoskeletal frame and creates an army of 1000 Valkyries from their rotting flesh.
The new army crafts magnificent weapons from their skeletal remains and resume battle.
TO BE CONTINUED
Please keep in mind that we only work on this once every 6 months and it's 2 a.m. and he's drunk and I'm tired.