And I'm spent.
DISCLAIMER: This story depicts a Colossus and a young male in a sexual situation. I know, right? It's so damn hot. They're also both legal in human years, although the young male is total jailbait in Colossus years. Luckily, Colossi can't count.
Title: Shadow of the Cocklossus, Part the Last'th.
Rating: NC-17.
Series: ABBA.
Author Notes: I want to thank Elvaron for not wondering why she's been waking up disorientated and bruised for the last few days, and I want to thank Swirling Chaos, Karanlikmelek, Leaf, Maldy, Rosh, Eilidh, the ever-delectable Beanmaster, and especially Orin for keeping their curtains open at night when they're getting changed. You were all a huge inspiration.
Also, I took liberties with how you get up onto Colossus Number Five (Avion, Avis Praeda, or Bird of Prey, standing 87m/284 ft according to unofficial sources) to have an excuse to drag out the author notes avoid spoilers! <3
Previous installments: 1, 2.
Shadow of the Cocklossus
- Part Three -
It tasted bitterly awful and cold, its flesh like granite, its fluids coming thick and fast to dribble across my mouth and face with the consistency of milk. There was more of this premature emission than I'd been expecting and it stank of something foul, like the muddy swamps I'd travelled through to arrive in these lands, the water there a sickly colour and populated by the bloated corpses of animals that had foolishly drank from it; I couldn't help but gag, spitting down into the water far below. The beast whined as if in complaint, swerving yet again. I clutched on with a gasp, legs wrapping around it as fast as I could manage; with most of my weight resting on just my hands, another awkward shake would finish me. Fear clutched at my chest, and so did my clothes as they grew increasingly wet.
... Strange; the wind was coming up now, my clothing billowing around me. I glanced down at myself - and then past myself, saw that the water was getting progressively closer. It was... no, the creature was not diving, but slowly gliding down.
And then I was suddenly vertical, almost completely upright, and the beast beat its wings so madly that it was all I could do to hold on.
Landing. It was landing back on its perch - not the one it normally took, but one of the surrounding ruined towers, the top providing greater space to move about on. As it had done on my arrival, as I'd gone swimming and floundering in the water of its territory, those two bright piercing eyes looked at me directly once more.
I felt shame brewing when I met its look, though I was sure it was really not thinking anything; they were but monsters, after all. Between my legs, the beastly penis throbbed with the Colossus's black blood. My grip on it was slick from its fluids, and I doubted any volume of lemon juice would erase the stench from my body.
One great wing was drawn back, and it gently pushed me off. Awed, I stumbled back as it desired, glancing back to ensure I wasn't too close to the edge. My heart pounded anxiously, but I wasn't quite so afraid as I knew I ought to be, looking up at the Colossus. It could crush me in a second, and yet there it stood, silent, a shadow consuming my vision.
And then the creatures touch grew harsh. I was on my back before I knew it, looking up into a great blackness as its fearsome talons pinned my clothes to the stone. Those eyes. Those terrible glowing eyes that seemed to look straight through me, the face impenetrable in its meaning. I thrashed in a panic, trying desperately to reach my sword.
It lowered itself upon me, and I held my breath, feeling the familiar phallus laying across me. Looking down, it watched me as though waiting, and tearful from the wind and panic, I could only look back through a haze of its emissions, mixed with mucus from my weeping nose. Comprehension clicked at last, and I felt awash with relief.
"Go on," I murmured. "You may do as--"
It wasted no time, clearly; the giant cock began to grind frantically against me, the monster screeching, beating its fearsome wings with pleasure. That was all it wanted, to control the way I was doing it, to please itself in the ways I wasn't capable of. Oh, it had wanted my body, all of it, and the feeling of it against me... my hips began to jerk up, head thrown back at the sensation. It was rough, and it felt so strange. Not at all like anything I'd ever felt by my own hand or Mono's, so much more intense...!
It screeched and screeched. The talons were growing tight, and I yelped, squeezed my eyes shut as I heard tearing, felt the cold. I was nude beneath it within moments, and it was blind with desire, uncaring as it ground and ground. I felt short of breath, felt bruised and battered, and I looked to the side helplessly.
Agro looked back at me with a strange expression from far, far below, almost lost in the mist. Disappointed? Wounded? He turned, clopping away, and I yelled after him desperately.
My voice was drowned out by the creature's own screams, and then by a gallon of white sticky fluid spattering across my face.
THE END.
Title: Shadow of the Cocklossus, Part the Last'th.
Rating: NC-17.
Series: ABBA.
Author Notes: I want to thank Elvaron for not wondering why she's been waking up disorientated and bruised for the last few days, and I want to thank Swirling Chaos, Karanlikmelek, Leaf, Maldy, Rosh, Eilidh, the ever-delectable Beanmaster, and especially Orin for keeping their curtains open at night when they're getting changed. You were all a huge inspiration.
Also, I took liberties with how you get up onto Colossus Number Five (Avion, Avis Praeda, or Bird of Prey, standing 87m/284 ft according to unofficial sources) to have an excuse to drag out the author notes avoid spoilers! <3
Previous installments: 1, 2.
Shadow of the Cocklossus
- Part Three -
It tasted bitterly awful and cold, its flesh like granite, its fluids coming thick and fast to dribble across my mouth and face with the consistency of milk. There was more of this premature emission than I'd been expecting and it stank of something foul, like the muddy swamps I'd travelled through to arrive in these lands, the water there a sickly colour and populated by the bloated corpses of animals that had foolishly drank from it; I couldn't help but gag, spitting down into the water far below. The beast whined as if in complaint, swerving yet again. I clutched on with a gasp, legs wrapping around it as fast as I could manage; with most of my weight resting on just my hands, another awkward shake would finish me. Fear clutched at my chest, and so did my clothes as they grew increasingly wet.
... Strange; the wind was coming up now, my clothing billowing around me. I glanced down at myself - and then past myself, saw that the water was getting progressively closer. It was... no, the creature was not diving, but slowly gliding down.
And then I was suddenly vertical, almost completely upright, and the beast beat its wings so madly that it was all I could do to hold on.
Landing. It was landing back on its perch - not the one it normally took, but one of the surrounding ruined towers, the top providing greater space to move about on. As it had done on my arrival, as I'd gone swimming and floundering in the water of its territory, those two bright piercing eyes looked at me directly once more.
I felt shame brewing when I met its look, though I was sure it was really not thinking anything; they were but monsters, after all. Between my legs, the beastly penis throbbed with the Colossus's black blood. My grip on it was slick from its fluids, and I doubted any volume of lemon juice would erase the stench from my body.
One great wing was drawn back, and it gently pushed me off. Awed, I stumbled back as it desired, glancing back to ensure I wasn't too close to the edge. My heart pounded anxiously, but I wasn't quite so afraid as I knew I ought to be, looking up at the Colossus. It could crush me in a second, and yet there it stood, silent, a shadow consuming my vision.
And then the creatures touch grew harsh. I was on my back before I knew it, looking up into a great blackness as its fearsome talons pinned my clothes to the stone. Those eyes. Those terrible glowing eyes that seemed to look straight through me, the face impenetrable in its meaning. I thrashed in a panic, trying desperately to reach my sword.
It lowered itself upon me, and I held my breath, feeling the familiar phallus laying across me. Looking down, it watched me as though waiting, and tearful from the wind and panic, I could only look back through a haze of its emissions, mixed with mucus from my weeping nose. Comprehension clicked at last, and I felt awash with relief.
"Go on," I murmured. "You may do as--"
It wasted no time, clearly; the giant cock began to grind frantically against me, the monster screeching, beating its fearsome wings with pleasure. That was all it wanted, to control the way I was doing it, to please itself in the ways I wasn't capable of. Oh, it had wanted my body, all of it, and the feeling of it against me... my hips began to jerk up, head thrown back at the sensation. It was rough, and it felt so strange. Not at all like anything I'd ever felt by my own hand or Mono's, so much more intense...!
It screeched and screeched. The talons were growing tight, and I yelped, squeezed my eyes shut as I heard tearing, felt the cold. I was nude beneath it within moments, and it was blind with desire, uncaring as it ground and ground. I felt short of breath, felt bruised and battered, and I looked to the side helplessly.
Agro looked back at me with a strange expression from far, far below, almost lost in the mist. Disappointed? Wounded? He turned, clopping away, and I yelled after him desperately.
My voice was drowned out by the creature's own screams, and then by a gallon of white sticky fluid spattering across my face.
THE END.