Suave Intent
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- Feb 1, 2002
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The storm raged on without relent. Streaks of brilliant white crisscrossing throughout the sky as an onslaught of rain poured down upon the castle's weathered stone. A place of mystery and forgotten lore, the once grand palace was now a relic of times past. A building of magnificent splendor and beautiful architecture, it had remained undiscovered throughout the decades; but a legend ranking among that of the City of Elderado or Noah's Ark. However, fantasy was soon to become a reality as an unsuspecting stranger would stumble upon this forgotten paradise..
The expedition had been a disaster. It had seemed flawless...The map had been perfect, each landmark drawn in with great precision and every geographical obstacle noted with great care. He had prepared himself for this task with a year's preparation. Each day spent under physically preparing himself to uncover the lost Palace of Raith'ul, rumored resting place of fortunes untold. The guides had been hired, and the dates had been set. But from the beginning, he had been plagued with misfortunes. At first, they were just small inconveniences that he didn't pay heed to, but as the voyage continued, things began to become dire. What had once been a gentle sprinkling of rain had soon turned into a horrendous storm. Powerful winds hindering their paths as the slick forest floor made movement all but impossible. To make things worse, his "loyal" guides had deserted him to seek shelter back with their sluts and wives, leaving him to fend for himself. It was of no consequence to He; however, as the prize that lay within would be left only to himself. At least, that was what he had told himself three days ago...
"Lost...I'm lost!"
His scream echoed throughout the entire forest, but no human ears were in range to hear him. Even if they were, the deafening rain would have made such all but impossible. His supplies were running short, and the constant rain had yet to yield in it's roaring passion. He was going to die...there was no doubt within his mind. Weary footsteps led him without direction as his fatigued form moved out of the shrubbery and into a clearing. Body soon collapsing onto the muddy floor as his energy was sapped from him, and he felt himself no longer able to control his body. Death would come to him soon, and he would wel....WHAT?! Brown depths widened to extraordinary proportions as the stoned walls were taken within his sight...Neck craning heavenward to take in the whole sight as a shiver coursed throughout his entire body. He had found it! With a renewed vigor that he didn't think he had, hastened footsteps quickly led him into the ancient shelter as he fell to his knees upon the untouched stone...Eyes closing as he cried tears of joy and happiness. Vision soon darkening into pure blackness...
The heat of the flames were unmistakable. Where his body had once been ragged and worn with the weight of his soaked clothing, he was now completely nude and under the blankets of furs...? Upon realization of this, eyes were quickly opened as he directed his vision about restlessly. The room he now occupied was furnished in tapestries and furs...Almost archaic. A lift of ebony brow was soon given as he pushed past the bed, and onto the stone floor that laid beneath him...Gaze soon lingering where his footsteps landed as the stone felt rather smooth...almost new. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. Toned musculature felt cool from the release of its furs, and he couldn't help but look down to notice that he looked a little more defined than before...Perhaps his journey within the forest had caused him to gain a good physique, he jested. A knocking would soon disturb his confusion, and his attention was quickly fixated upon the door. And without realization, he answered in a tone of voice that he had never before heard.
"Enter, Slave..."
WTF?!?!?! What the Hell did he just say? Quickly glancing into the nearest mirror, a cold dread soon overtook him...Where once he had been a pudgy person only interested in money, stood a being of far more masculinity than he could have ever hoped to be. Ebony hair tumbled down to his shoulders, and piercing gaze of viridian depths stared back at him. But most noticeable would have been the enlargement within his cock. That definitely looked bigger than before...
The expedition had been a disaster. It had seemed flawless...The map had been perfect, each landmark drawn in with great precision and every geographical obstacle noted with great care. He had prepared himself for this task with a year's preparation. Each day spent under physically preparing himself to uncover the lost Palace of Raith'ul, rumored resting place of fortunes untold. The guides had been hired, and the dates had been set. But from the beginning, he had been plagued with misfortunes. At first, they were just small inconveniences that he didn't pay heed to, but as the voyage continued, things began to become dire. What had once been a gentle sprinkling of rain had soon turned into a horrendous storm. Powerful winds hindering their paths as the slick forest floor made movement all but impossible. To make things worse, his "loyal" guides had deserted him to seek shelter back with their sluts and wives, leaving him to fend for himself. It was of no consequence to He; however, as the prize that lay within would be left only to himself. At least, that was what he had told himself three days ago...
"Lost...I'm lost!"
His scream echoed throughout the entire forest, but no human ears were in range to hear him. Even if they were, the deafening rain would have made such all but impossible. His supplies were running short, and the constant rain had yet to yield in it's roaring passion. He was going to die...there was no doubt within his mind. Weary footsteps led him without direction as his fatigued form moved out of the shrubbery and into a clearing. Body soon collapsing onto the muddy floor as his energy was sapped from him, and he felt himself no longer able to control his body. Death would come to him soon, and he would wel....WHAT?! Brown depths widened to extraordinary proportions as the stoned walls were taken within his sight...Neck craning heavenward to take in the whole sight as a shiver coursed throughout his entire body. He had found it! With a renewed vigor that he didn't think he had, hastened footsteps quickly led him into the ancient shelter as he fell to his knees upon the untouched stone...Eyes closing as he cried tears of joy and happiness. Vision soon darkening into pure blackness...
The heat of the flames were unmistakable. Where his body had once been ragged and worn with the weight of his soaked clothing, he was now completely nude and under the blankets of furs...? Upon realization of this, eyes were quickly opened as he directed his vision about restlessly. The room he now occupied was furnished in tapestries and furs...Almost archaic. A lift of ebony brow was soon given as he pushed past the bed, and onto the stone floor that laid beneath him...Gaze soon lingering where his footsteps landed as the stone felt rather smooth...almost new. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. Toned musculature felt cool from the release of its furs, and he couldn't help but look down to notice that he looked a little more defined than before...Perhaps his journey within the forest had caused him to gain a good physique, he jested. A knocking would soon disturb his confusion, and his attention was quickly fixated upon the door. And without realization, he answered in a tone of voice that he had never before heard.
"Enter, Slave..."
WTF?!?!?! What the Hell did he just say? Quickly glancing into the nearest mirror, a cold dread soon overtook him...Where once he had been a pudgy person only interested in money, stood a being of far more masculinity than he could have ever hoped to be. Ebony hair tumbled down to his shoulders, and piercing gaze of viridian depths stared back at him. But most noticeable would have been the enlargement within his cock. That definitely looked bigger than before...