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“How would you like to kill your friends for me?”
Anders’ eyes glow. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and runs across his upper lip. There's a moment of struggle, where Grog clutches at his head and Vax hopes that against all odds, Grog has succeeded in shaking off whatever the fuck Anders is trying to do. That in the grand scheme of things, Grog had gotten lucky when rolling the proverbial dice.
It is not to be. Vax can see that it is not so when Grog stands back to his full height, pushing back his shoulders and tipping his chin up. The look on his face is not Grog. “At your command,” he says, rather flatly.
Vax’s heart sinks. Fighting Grog is a tall order. Of all of them, he is the most equipped to stand alone.
Vex, from the other side of the room, “He wouldn’t.”
“Kill Vox Machina,” Anders tells him and Grog says too, and Vax doesn’t have a chance to move before suddenly Grog’s hand is pressed over the crown of his head, his thick fingers digging into the back of his scalp, his thumb tight against Vax’s left ear.
Holy fuck.
It’s not like Vax has been unaware of Grog’s size. He knows Grog is big, that’s sort of par for the course with goliaths after all. And Grog has grappled and tackled and swatted at him many times, but this is new. The intent is different.
And Grog seems…gigantic.
“Uh, Grog, what are you –” Vax’s hands come up to rest on the back of Grog’s forearm and hand, as the pressure of the grip increases so that Grog can lift him from the floor. His sentence breaks off as his feet leave the ground. “Unnhhh!”
Grog’s face is a mask, a sick grin matching the one on Anders’ face. And then Vax meets the wall on the opposite side of the room, and for a moment, everything goes black.
He’s lying in a pool of blood.
Is it his? He blinks stupidly out at Anders, who is staring right back at him, as though he’d just spoken to Vax and hadn’t gotten a response.
Nevertheless, Anders grins, “If I’d known how much fun this was going to be, I’d have possessed this lummox and had him rip you apart right away.”
“Wha -” starts Vax but Grog’s hand is already descending on him again, grasping the back of his shirt, and pulling him up. It draws the material tight around his chest and arms, and it threatens to rip as he dangles from the grip of his own clothing.
The room does not look the same as it had a moment ago, so obviously he’d blacked out for a couple of minutes. There is more that has been destroyed, but even more notable, the people standing inside of it are so much more still. Vex and Keyleth stand close to Anders, staring at Percy who is against the opposite wall, spread-eagled and pinned some feet off the ground by both arrows and vines.
“You’re powerless,” says Anders and again the words are echoed by Grog.
He’s speaking to Percy, not Vax, but Vax replies anyway, “I’m sorry, who is? Us? Or the guy who needs to possess us in order to get anything done?”
“Shut up, Vax,” hisses Percy, looking down at him.
Vax swallows. What are Vex and Keyleth doing, just standing there? Have they been possessed too?
“I don’t know which of these vagabonds are your favourite,” says Anders. “I’m sure you don’t truly care for any of them. After all, you need to distance yourself from the common riffraff, don’t you?”
“They’re tolerable at best,” says Percy, but doesn’t not elaborate on whether that actually means he has a favourite. It’s probably Vex though. Who doesn’t like Vex?
A chuckle from both Anders and the goliath presently six inches from Vax’s ear. “Since I do not know which will hurt you most, perhaps I’ll simply do it to them all. But I’ll start with this one.”
He clearly means Vax. He’s looking right at him.
“Me?” asks Vax. “What are you starting with?”
Anders does not answer him. Grog simply walks forward, lifting Vax as he goes, until Vax is at eye level with Percy. Then, slowly, awkwardly, he is crushed against Percy’s body where it’s stretched out on the wall. It means being caught between Percy and a hard place, the hard place in question being Grog, who leans up against his back, flattening him slowly against another body.
“What the fuck,” wheezes Percy, right into Vax’s ear.
“I don’t know!” protests Vax. His cheek is sliding along Percy’s which feels rough in comparison from the short stubble that has grown in through the course of the day. “You know this guy, you wanna explain?”
Almost somberly, Percy mumbles, “I don’t want to.”
“Huh?” gasps Vax as he’s shoved forward again. Percy’s belt is digging into his hip. Grog’s breath is hot against the back of his neck. His fingers are pressing into Vax’s arm and his side and back. Desperately, he wheezes, “Percy.”
“He wants to hurt me,” Percy breathes, and the feel of it makes Vax shiver.
“And me?” Vax inquires.
“Collateral damage,” says Percy, and stops there.
Grog shoves Vax again and then shifts his hands so that one of them is spread in the center of Vax’s back, pushing forward hard to keep him in place. “I’ll try one of the girls next,” says Anders, once again echoed in Grog’s deep voice. “But this one is pretty enough. And, well, he was the only one to resist my charm, so it makes sense to begin with him.”
Vex feels stupid.
He doesn’t understand. Or maybe it’s that he doesn’t want to understand. Anders wants to hurt Percy , but it’s Vax that Grog is manhandling. And he thinks he’s pretty. So..? That doesn’t…seem good.
“Hey, let me go,” he shouts at the wall, loud enough for Anders to hear. “Just walk away and we’ll forget we ever saw you.”
“We certainly will not,” hisses Percy quietly. Vax ignores him.
“Why would I do that?” asks Anders. “When I have you both right where I want you?”
Grog yanks at Vax’s belt and it snaps in his hand. Vax’s pants go loose. His stomach sinks. It’s exactly what he’s been trying not to comprehend.
Over his shoulder, Percy projects his voice to talk to Anders, “My parents never recognized my potential and clearly missed yours as well. A talented mind needs time to cultivate, to think, to work out all the angles.”
“Nice try, de Rolo, but flattery will not prolong your life.”
Grog pulls down Vax’s pants and they drop fairly easily down to where they get caught on his boots. He’s going to do this with Grog. He’s going to do this… “With Grog?”
“Why not?” says Grog. Anders. He feels Grog shift behind him and thinks again for the millionth time in the last five minutes about how big he is. He’s never really looked at Grog’s cock but he’s seen it in passing and he can imagine how big it must get when it’s hard.
“Wait,” Vax squeaks. “That’ll fucking kill me!”
It’s Grog’s voice in his ear when Anders whispers, “Good riddance.”
His underwear just gets shredded when Grog pulls on it, and then his hands curl under Vax’s thighs and lift them, forcing him to stick his ass out to accommodate his knees coming up on either side of Percy. “Grog!” he gasps. “Grog, stop!”
“Grog’s not home,” says the deep rumble against the side of his face. Maybe Anders had breathed it because Vax had heard it only in Grog’s voice. It’s enough to send shivers down his spine. He’s crushed forward again to keep his legs up against the wall while Grog retrieves a hand to adjust himself.
“I’m sorry,” murmurs Percy, again too quiet for Anders to hear.
Vax can’t help but snort against his neck. Percy sounds sincere but the words grate at him nevertheless, “That’s not helpful to me right now, Percy.”
There’s a moment of quiet as Grog rebalances him and obviously gets himself in the right position to do…what’s coming next.
Truthfully, Vax doesn’t hear Anders’ footsteps until he’s right next to them, and his appearance startles him. Because of Grog’s size, Vax is high enough in the air that Anders’ head is at his hip. “Ah,” Anders drawls. “Very nice.”
“What?” asks Vax weakly. Anders’ eyes flicker down. Vax is not in a position to see what he sees but it must be Grog’s dick. There’s no way it can be anything else. “If you like it so much why don’t you stick it in yourself?”
He’s not sure how aware Grog is right now. Charming and possession spells can vary a lot, and for Anders to be holding three people at once? Well, he must be pretty powerful.
At any rate, he doubts Grog would like to fuck someone like Anders. Then again, Grog’s fucking is usually more like fighting, judging by the sounds coming from the next door room that Vax has heard in the past.
“I’m much more interested in seeing it go into you,” hums Anders. The man kind of looks like a frog, Vax thinks. He has no neck. “And seeing Percy’s expression when it tears you apart.”
Vax is trying valiantly to stay cool and calm but. That’s a terrifying statement. “P-Percy doesn’t even really like me,” he says.
Anders laughs, “Doesn’t matter. He’ll feel guilty enough regardless and I’ll have my fun. It’s a win-win.”
Something presses against Vax’s ass, something hot and blunt and so, so big. “Percy!” he gasps, desperately. He feels Percy shift beneath him and his mouth against his cheek. The world seems vaguely smoky and dark.
“I’ll kill him,” Percy promises Vax, which is of little comfort at this particular moment.
Vax bites the inside of his cheek as the pressure beneath him increases. Grog’s dick is huge, and the absolute lack of oil or any form of slick means that it presses against him somewhat ineffectually. He’s more or less sitting on the head of Grog’s cock.
He’s pulled down, dragging his face over Percy’s shoulder and pressing it into his chest. His fingers tangle into Percy’s clothes, and he wishes desperately that he could curl them around his knives instead (but what good would that even do? The only person he can really reach to stab is Percy, and even if he managed to turn to get Grog, it’s already been proven that such an injury does nothing to him).
For a moment, Grog stops pulling down on him, and shifts around again. There’s the pop of a cork. Damn. He does have lube. It’s the oil he uses to maintain his axe.
That’s a blessing and a curse. He can hear it as Grog slicks up his cock, the sound of his hand sliding along the length of it. The noises are grotesque.
“How does it feel to be completely impotent?” Anders says. He’s talking to Percy.
“It is quite a stretch to say that ,” says Percy. “If you would stop behaving like a coward, I could show you how wrong you are first hand.”
“Ah, but Mr. de Rolo,” hums Anders, amused. “‘Tis not cowardly to simply use one’s true talents. Why should I allow you to shoot me in order to make a point?”
“Nngh,” Vax groans, against Percy’s chest, clutching at him. The pressure is so intense. The blessing is that it’s slick. The curse is that that slickness means it’s going to go in.
“Besides,” Anders says. “You’ll be dead soon. I can’t wait.”
“Ahh!” groans Vax, then chokes on his own breath as he’s pulled down half an inch. His body is opening under the force of gravity and Grog’s hands. Even just the very tip of Grog’s cock is huge, and it hurts as he stretches. There hadn’t been any prep! It’s been forever since anyone stuck something in his ass, and he’s not ready, “Nnn, oh, fuck!”
He looks up, desperately, at Percy’s face. Percy isn’t looking back at him.
“I still remember the first time I saw you,” says Anders. “I remember the haughty look on your little face. A mere child who thought he was better than me.”
“All children are like that,” says Percy flatly.
Anders chuckles. “You were an insufferable little shit.”
Grog pulls Vax down another inch and he cannot help it, he screams against Percy’s stomach as his body gives way and the head of Grog’s dick pops inside. He feels the oil squelch around it, and it burns terribly as he sinks lower. Neither Percy nor the frog-man even react.
“And that’s worth what the Briarwoods have done to the entire town? The chip on your shoulder is worth the deaths of our people?”
“Our people?” wonders Anders. “They aren’t yours anymore. You left. You gave up any claim to Whitestone when you ran.”
Vax slides down another inch and Grog makes a breathy, satisfied sound in his ear. Is that Grog, making that sound? Anders hadn’t… He…
He’s shifted up again suddenly, his face smushed into Percy’s neck, and Grog’s huge body pinning him from behind. Then Grog moves his hands back off him, so that Vax slides backwards and down of his own volition. God, the cock just keeps getting thicker, doesn’t it?
“Don’t use semantics to avoid the question,” Percy says to Anders.
Anders reaches out a hand. His fingertips meet Vax’s thigh and slide up the line of muscle which stands out from his tensed leg. The touch makes Vax’s skin crawl, but when he wriggles and struggles all it does is bury Grog’s dick deeper in his ass. “Greatness requires sacrifice.”
“But it is the people who are sacrificing, not you.”
Grog starts moving his hips back and forth in little strokes, sinking deeper and deeper each time. Deeper. Deeper. It feels like it goes on forever as Vax gasps and moans and tries desperately to somehow force himself to relax so that less damage will be done to his insides. He’s making a fool of himself in front of Percy and Grog and, worse, Keyleth. Vex. But it hurts.
“Percy,” he groans. Percy does not look down, just keeps talking to fucking Anders. Vax is looking up at the line of his jaw, and the noble curve of his nose. Why is he ignoring him? How can he ignore Vax desperately grabbing onto him? How can he ignore the sounds he’s making?
It smells like smoke and his head is spinning. He feels like he might piss himself from the sheer volume of what has been pushed into his body. He can hardly breathe from how full he is. How big is it? It has to be at least… almost a foot long. He thinks. It’s just a guess. How tall is Grog? Eight? Nine feet tall? What’s the average ratio of dick to height???
He’s still trying to work it out, mind spinning in circles, when finally he feels Grog’s hips meet his ass. He lets out a huge breath. So… it’s all in, then. Right? It’s done now. The worst of it is over. Because now it’s just gonna be Grog moving. No new stretch. That’s it.
Vax can feel his legs trembling as oil drips down one naked thigh. It burns so badly, the ache deep and all encompassing. This is too much for him.
“Look at him,” says Anders.
“Why should I?” says Percy. “You’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
The fingers dig into his thigh as Anders scratches lines into Vax’s skin. “He’s suffering.”
A bit hysterically, Vax wishes Pike were here. She could cast cure wounds after this was done, so he wouldn’t die of internal bleeding. And… she’d… she wouldn’t judge him for what happened. That’s how Pike is. Kind and open and –
Grog pulls back about halfway then pushes forward again, crushing all the thoughts out of Vax’s head. “Mnnnh,” he groans, his voice cracking, as his chest is pushed into Percy’s. He’s warm and solid but it provides no comfort. It’s just… awful.
“He’s suffering because of you ,” Anders says. “And you don’t respect him enough to witness it.”
Vax sees Percy’s eyes flicker down to his face. It’s only for a moment, and his facial expression is cold and flat. There’s no sympathy or sadness there. It’s just…blank. Carefully so. Somehow that makes everything worse.
It’s not like Vax thinks this is actually somehow Percy’s fault. Obviously not.
Percy had his entire family murdered before he was run out of Whitestone. Whatever grudge this man has against Percy is unreasonable, and clearly the ‘punishment’ for these perceived slights is disgusting.
But Vax is being hurt because of Percy. It would be nice to be acknowledged for that.
Grog’s big hands curl over his hips and hold him still as he pulls back and pushes forward. He wheezes as the air is slowly punched out of him.
“Doesn’t he look pretty, de Rolo? That’s what elves are good for, don’t you think? Pretty, slender little things.”
“Oh please,” scoffs Percy.
Suddenly, Vax is pulled back and off of Percy, and Grog leans back as well so that Vax’s back is resting on Grog’s chest, his legs in those big hands, unsupported by the wall or Percy.
Anders’ hand reaches up to make sure Vax’s tunic is out of the way before skating back down over his lower belly. “So slender that you can see what’s being done to him from the outside.”
Vax looks down at the same time as Percy does.
To his horror, his stomach is bulging outwards, and as Grog lifts and drops him, he sees it move within him.
He can see Grog’s dick through the thin skin of his belly.
“That’s disgusting,” he gasps about himself. Everyone can see it too, and he feels his face heating as they all stare at his belly and the way it distends outwards.
He feels sick. Whether that’s because there’s simply no space in his body for both his lunch and the foot-long cock currently jammed into his rear end, or because of the nausea brought on by seeing something literally moving through his guts, he can’t say.
What is happening inside of him? How could he… be okay after this?
Another hand touches his stomach, just above his limp cock, and strokes him a little more firmly than Anders had. Oh no.
Vax follows the pale hand and the length of the arm up to Keyleth, who is staring quite intently at where his skin is pushed outwards by the intrusion. His chest clenches unpleasantly. Keyleth is touching him – where – where –
She’s charmed, he knows that. It’s not actually Keyleth looking at him right now. But….again. He doesn’t know how aware she is. She might not remember what she’s seeing now. But if she does … God. God. If she remembers seeing him like this, with a fat cock in his asshole, stuffing him so full that you can see it from the outside?
Well, he’d almost rather end himself than endure that.
“Get her away from me,” he groans, and struggles again to push himself away from Grog. It does less than nothing. If anything he’s just fucking himself on Grog’s cock again, in little motions. Grog’s breath comes hot and ragged in his ear. Is he aware? Is he feeling it?
“Why’s that?” wonders Anders.
Well he’s not gonna say he’s in love with this woman! Vax grits his teeth, “It seems a bit unfair to have my companions inspecting me! Because you want to hurt Percy.”
Anders laughs properly and slaps an open palm down on his belly. Hard. Vax can’t help but flinch, again, shifting himself up and down and gasping as he does so.
“You’re torturing the poor giant,” croons Anders. “How cruel of you.”
“Fuck off,” huffs Vax. “Percy doesn’t even care that you’re doing this! Look at him! Just let me go.”
Indeed, Percy seems to be placidly observing now that Vax has been lifted away from him. His green eyes are cold and face flat, and honestly, Vax doesn’t know what he wants from Percy, but this is awful.
Regardless, Vax is not let go. Grog shifts again, catching him under the knees and lifting him up on his cock before slamming him back down all at once. Vax howls in pain as he’s suddenly seated, his overfilled guts straightened out by the massive intrusion.
“Maybe I’ll drop the spell,” says Anders, as Grog does it again, and Vax chokes on his own spit. “After he’s really gotten going. When he’s close to the edge. Do you think he’d stop fucking you?”
Probably not, thinks Vax mournfully. Grog is a man of instinct and baser pleasures. Killing people. Fucking people. Eating things. He probably wouldn’t stop if he really was close to coming.
Keyleth’s hand trails down over his belly again and this time ventures lower, slender fingers stroking teasingly at his cock.
It’s gross that he’s thought about her touching him there before but he has, many times. It’s never been like this of course. He’s always imagined her being shy and a little tentative in her touches. He’d always thought she’d be beet red when they finally did something sexual. That she’d stop and ask him every few seconds, how does this feel? and is that good?
Of course he gets none of that here. Keyleth’s face is a mirror of Anders’, a lecherous grin painted across her face. She takes another step forward, and leans in to kiss at the line of his pelvis and at the tip of his soft cock. Then she says, quietly, “It’s small.”
Her hand drifts back further, to where he’s split open by Grog’s dick, and she chuckles, a little cruelly, “Now this is a cock.”
Again… it’s not hard to divorce this from Keyleth. She would never say or do these things. But the idea of her being aware that her body was used for this makes him feel sick. Her fingers are feeling the spot where he’s stretched open around Grog, tracing the taut muscle curiously. Her hand doesn’t come close to closing around the girth of the intrusion presently lodged in his guts.
God, is he gonna go back to normal after this?
“This is pathetic,” Percy is saying, as Vax’s insides tremble and clench desperately in pain and emotional distress. “What do you gain from this?”
“Pleasure,” say Anders, Grog, and Keyleth in perfect unison. “Satisfaction.”
“Why do it to him and not me?” asks Percy, and Vax can’t help but raise his head a little, to look at his face. He still looks so nonchalant. Like he’s asking an honest question.
“Perhaps I will do it to you next,” murmurs Anders thoughtfully. “But it’s always fun to work up to the main meal. You’d know about amuse-bouche, wouldn’t you, my Lord? It is a selection of flavours to please the mouth, before the main meal. That’s what this is.”
Grog has not stopped fucking him, not even with Keyleth’s hand there, and Vax feels her slippery digits slide back and forth as he does, the grotesque shape within Vax’s stomach moving too. His face is burning from the humiliation. He’s so uncomfortably full. Tears prick at his eyes as his insides are pummelled by the head of Grog’s cock.
“You travel with some very beautiful women,” says Anders. “Did you choose this group based on their looks?”
“No, that didn’t factor into it,” says Percy.
“Even this one could be a woman, except that we can see his sad little cock,” says Anders, indicating Vax. “His face is pretty. Look at him, he’s about to cry.”
Keyleth bites at his hip and touches his hole. A moment later he feels yet another set of hands on him, and he forces himself not to look down. There’s only one person that could possibly be. The callouses on the fingers are from handling a bow. That’s his sister. His twin. The nausea rears up again and he swallows down hard against it. Puking all over himself and Percy would only make this more humiliating if anything.
Vex’s hands trail over his hip and around to the front of his pelvis. There’s a mouth pressing against the opposite hip bone where it juts from his skin. Both the girls are touching his groin, Keyleth’s fingers nudging at his hole, her mouth against his flesh. He chances a look down, and sees both of them staring up at him. The sight of Vex next to his junk actually makes him retch.
“A-are you living out some sort of demented fantasy?” he manages, shifting his gaze to where Anders is looking at his lower body and the girls and Grog’s cock. “Never managed to find someone to fuck you and now you’re getting off seeing it happen in front of you?”
“I didn’t have a problem finding women even before I gained this power,” says Anders with a smile. “And now I can have whomever I want, however I want.”
Vex bites Vax’s thigh.
The angle of Grog’s cock changes slightly, and Vax grits his teeth as again the pressure and movement makes him feel like he’s about to piss himself. He’s desperate to get this thing out of him.
“My power is such that I can have someone kill themselves if I please. You should be grateful that you are being used for this purpose rather than having to see them slit their own throats.”
Grog moves again and this time when he fucks forward, his dick rubs against…or along something… that feels… weird.
Vex licks his soft cock.
Please. Please, God. Gods? Fucking aliens, even. Whatever’s up there. Please make it so that she is not aware of what is happening.
“The way you blush is so precious,” says Anders and Vax abruptly realises he must be bright red, given the amount of heat he feels in his face. He’d like to say that he’s flushed with anger, but he knows that it’s mostly from humiliation.
“This is pathetic,” says Percy. Vax can’t be sure whether he means him or Anders.
Regardless, Anders doesn’t seem embarrassed, more proud if anything, “Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself? After years of suffering at the hands of you and your family, why shouldn’t I?” His hand joins Keyleth beneath Vax, touching the spot where he’s being ripped open. His fingers are rougher than Keyleth’s, and they try to push in alongside Grog’s cock. He doesn’t manage it - Vax is too tight around him, but he feels the strain of the attempt nevertheless. “And you brought this little twink right into my waiting arms. You put your companions in danger. This is your fault, Percy.”
Grog grunts noisily into his ear, and moves him again ever so slightly, and when he fucks forward next, he suddenly hits that spot he’d been rubbing up against dead on.
Vax can’t help the frantic sound of surprise he makes. Good god, that had felt so – so –
Grog hits it again and Vax gurgles a moan, arching his back.
“Slut,” he hears someone say.
There are tears running down over his face. It still hurts more than it feels good, but when Grog hits that spot, it’s a bright bolt of pleasure up his spine. They’re all watching him, as Grog slams into it over and over, and Vax’s toes curl desperately in his boots. “No,” he moans, the word dragged out.
But he doesn’t need to fear. It isn’t enough. It’s not enough for him to get worked up before Grog comes.
He doesn’t stop fucking, hips slamming back and forth even as he starts to fill Vax up. It’s because Anders hasn’t commanded him to stop moving, Vax thinks dizzily, but Grog’s body had reached the limit.
The amount of come is absurd. Enough to bloat him, to drip messily down onto the floor as Grog keeps fucking him through what must be painful oversensitivity. It splatters into a little puddle, a smear of shame on the polished manor floors. Vax hiccups pathetically as finally the motions start to slow.
“One down,” says Anders. “How many to go before I’m satisfied?”
“I can’t say,” says Percy.