TERA General

SchrlkTHNK!
A large sword found itself embedded brutally in between one of the basilisk’s scales. A roar pierced the atmosphere in the moonlit forest as the gigantic creature reeled in pain. The sword is pulled deftly from its fleshy prison by a set of colossal arms and -- handled with the precision of a dagger -- it makes several more violent gashes on the creature’s body before it can recuperate. The basilisk swings around with all its force and only succeeds in connecting with air. A set of deep golden eyes met with the basilisk’s blood-ridden gaze, punctuated by a set of prominent horns. The Aman wound up his blade and sent another sear of pain into the creature’s brain. This time, however, it didn’t even flinch.
“By Kaia…”
The Aman failed to react in time, and the basilisk threw its full might at him in one strike. His light armor hardly cushioned the blow, and his resilient grey scales did little against the crushing force of the giant paw. He was thrown a few yards away, his vision blurring red. Time seemed to slow down. Escape was not an option; the basilisk was too angry and too fast to get away from, and the other creatures of the Vale would surely pick him off in his vulnerability. If he could just pick himself up and throw a few swings at it again… An acute pain unlike any other lanced through his entire body, punctuated in his arm. Shit. His arm was broken. This was the first time he had ever been hit so hard it broke a bone. Something like this rarely happened to the dragon-like Amani: they were known for their brutish constitution. The Aman slayer could only think about his expedition embarrassingly ending here, to a simple basilisk. It shouldn’t, it couldn’t, it can’t. And yet he could do nothing but lie there and wait.
Suddenly, he felt a soothing presence. His pain was lessened and lessened, and his bones seemed to crunch as they snapped back into place hastily. It was easily the strangest thing he’d ever felt, like his entire arm was being reconstructed. With strength returning to his limbs, the Aman began pulling himself up when a burst of flame erupted right in front of him. Suddenly recoiling from the fire invading his vision, he felt himself lifted up onto something solid. Wait, what? Lifted? How in the world…?
The Aman was gently placed onto the ground, and before his mind could register what was in front of him, a second roar sounded behind him and his instincts kicked in. He spun around ferociously, flinging his sword and feeling both of his blows connect powerfully. The basilisk’s cry of pain was then cut short with the sword vertically cleaving its head in twain. It was over, and not how the Aman feared; who had saved him? A large rock-solid hand on his shoulder imbued with healing energies answered his question: it was undoubtedly a Baraka priest.
“Hail, Aman. You seemed to be having trouble. I am glad you are okay.” The Aman was greeted by the towering, huge figure with a warm inflection in his deep voice and a slight smile on his craggy features. His bluish-white eyes were without pupils, but gentle all the same. It was one of the first Baraka that the Aman had ever seen. …Wait, was that all? The Baraka simply stood there calmly, saying nothing else. The Aman was not used to awkwardness, but he had heard that the Baraka are very reserved. Perhaps he would have to make the first move. Conversationally, of course.
“Same to you, friend. Thanks for saving me; usually I can handle a basilisk like that by myself. Name’s Gilleath. Most just call me Gill.” The Baraka’s smile widened. “Well met, Gilleath. My name is Asaon. Will you be needing any other assistance? Are your wounds fully healed?” After a quick check, Gill confirmed that he wasn’t badly harmed any more. The atmosphere was still too formal for the Aman, however, and he tried to breach some conversation to no avail. It took quite a bit of prodding to find out that the Baraka was simply wandering, observing, and helping others just for the sake of learning as much as he could about everything around him. Asaon was apparently just as new to other races as Gilleath was to Baraka. Gill’s mind kept flicking to one thought throughout their conversation as he phased out… Asaon had lifted him. In all his years of humka he had never lost, and certainly not been lifted. Even considering that the Baraka was probably two times his size, it was humbling to have been lifted for the first time. Not even his partners had lifted him. No no no no no no, he couldn’t think about that; not now. Gill reminded himself that it was much simpler to be with other Amani. Asaon clearly spent most of his time thinking all the time, and philosophizing is far from what the Amani were interested in. Too much scheming is particularly why the Amani and the High Elves didn’t get along. Then again, aren’t all the Baraka male? Perhaps his tastes lined up with Gill’s. The Popori were all male, and that certainly didn’t deter them at all. Asaon’s an awfully large fellow, too. Gill had a penchant for the particularly large Amani as well. Gill wondered if his size was a constant. He did lift him… And that was rather--
“Yes?” The Baraka snapped Gill out of his trance. Gill suddenly realized that he had been sizing up Asaon in complete silence for almost a full minute.
“Oh, uh, nothing. Sorry about that.” Gill awkwardly scratched his hardened, draconian jaw.
It was much easier with other Amani. “They don’t leave much room for guessing,” Gill thought to himself.
“Well, if that’s all, I’d like to continue my research. I’m particularly interested in the differences between subspecies of ghilliedhus given their habitat.” Asaon was clearly absorbed in something else, Gill thought. Or was that a Baraka thing? Suddenly Gill’s mind was second guessing himself, and he realized that with a shy Baraka, he really would have to make the first move. Not conversationally, of course.
“How would you like to come to my home in Velika? It’s not too long of a fly from here, and I could tell you more about the Amani customs. You can research those tree things any day. There’s an Amani saying that friends are a one-time chance but last forever.” It’s sad almost, Gill thought, that the Amani saying was the least corny part of that. Words muddle things up too much in Amani relationships; why couldn’t this just be a show of strength too?
“Gladly. I would never turn down an opportunity to see a new land.” Asaon’s smile widened across his stone features. It was odd, Gill thought, that he had never been to Velika before. Had he come here from some other direction?
“Then let’s meet at the Pegasus station in Velika. I live closeby. Maybe, if you’d like, we could watch a humka match. If anything’s an Amani treat, it’s humka, my friend!” The Baraka nodded silently in acceptance, and they began a trek to Crescentia. Gill inwardly chuckled to himself. Humka match… only another Amani would have caught his meaning. Which is exactly why it’s easier.

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The Baraka beamed throughout the entire walk in the city. He was apparently an architecture fanatic, every minute detail of the city catching his eye. Gill had noticed that he was sketching out a map simultaneously, using the position of the sun as a tool of orientation. He was quite impressed, and realized he had underestimated the Baraka’s personality under his quiet reservedness. It was quite different from any of his other friends, and especially different from his other partners. Gill had only ever been with Amani that measured up close to him in physical strength, which tended to be a little awkward given his preferences. The prospect of knowing someone stronger than him was rather new to Gill. He found himself a little more excited than he should have been, and his will solidified; he was going to show Asaon more about the Amani customs than he probably expected.
Gilleath welcomed Asaon into his home, and the Baraka tried to shuffle himself through the door. It was funny, almost, that Asaon couldn’t even fit through a door that was bigger than most Amani needed. To Gill, however, it was more than funny. As he stared at the attempts of the massive rock shoulders to pass through, he found himself becoming more impatient. It was getting difficult to keep himself in check. They sat down at Gill’s dinner table, which was remarkably clean. Gill smiled to himself, glad that he cleaned the place up before he left to train. Gilleath’s house was not unlike the homes of many Amani; they tended to keep things simple. As such, there was very utilitarian furniture and not much of anything else. It was far from the elaborate designs of the Castanics, high elves, and occasional human, but it suited him just fine. They began talking about the various customs of both of their races as well as the other races, Gilleath sharing his (somewhat limited) knowledge of the other races in the Valkyon Federation. Gill soon realized that Amani were essentially the only race that the scholarly Baraka sitting in front of hadn’t completely analyzed. Did he feel awkward since he was descended from giants? Gilleath decided to clear that up for him, and Asaon sighed in relief. It was apparently something that the Baraka cared about very deeply. It was nice to hear, even if Gill had never blamed the Baraka himself. After a little longer, Gill’s impatience came to a head.
“So, I have a bit of a personal question if that’s alright with you, Asaon.”
“I would kindly do anything to help a friend.”
“Do the Baraka have romance?” If a rock could blush like a flesh-born, Gill mused, it would probably be now. The Baraka’s eyes widened slightly, and his mouth opened slightly as if taken aback by the question. Asaon’s gaze seemed to shift from place to place, and it was clear to Gill that this question was a little surprising.
“Of course we do. It is regarded as a scholarly pursuit wherein each member helps the other to work out the various mysteries around us. Another perspective is always helpful in such cases.” Well, that was an awfully vanilla answer. Gill noted, however, it was probably the most Asaon had said at once. How had Gilleath ended up acting like he was in a human romance? The complexity was more than unwelcome to his more immediate urges, but he decided that he was having fun anyways. Maybe since that worked, he’d give the Baraka another prod.
“How about sex?” The reaction to this question was, as the humans would say, priceless. Gilleath couldn’t help but laughing at Asaon’s eyes snapping wide open and his quick stammering. Gilleath, thankfully, had made a bit of a hobby of making flesh-borns flustered. It was pretty fun to him to mess with their heads. This, however, was different. He wasn’t about to laugh it off this time.
“For the Amani, gender doesn’t tend to matter. It is more of a matter of equal or superior strength. Those that are strong are naturally attracted to each other. And, you know…” The table was pushed to the other side of the room as if it were the last thing standing between Gill and his prize. “You managed to pick me up today. Not even the strongest Amani have managed to do that in humka.” He closed in on the large figure, paused when their faces were but inches away from each other, and lowered to lick the Baraka’s thick neck.
“I- haaahhh….” Asaon sighed and his eyes were suddenly half-shut. Bingo.
“I owe you a favor, too, for saving my life. I hope that this can measure up.” Gilleath lowered his huge frame onto the colossal one in front of him, offering a few more licks and feeling down the Baraka’s arms with both hands. Gill noted that Asaon was actually rather soft in certain areas, and had distinct warmth to his selectively solid exterior. This was a pleasant surprise, and when his hands reached their destination, he was elated. It turns out that the Baraka’s large size was constant, and there was an impressive tent forming in Asaon’s robe. This was going to be very fun.
His hands swam underneath the robe and pulled down the Baraka’s silken undershorts. Gill lifted Asaon’s robes and glanced at the sizeable member. It was easily longer and thicker than his, and he was already decently endowed. It certainly wouldn’t fit in his mouth, which put a hamper on his next plan, but he could still lick up its length and fit his hand around it; which he did. It was, not surprisingly, rock solid. It wasn’t nearly as fleshy as an Amani cock, but it still had the same general shape and feel. Gill thought that this may be the softest spot on Asaon’s body. Asaon was soon panting at the Aman’s attentions, each lick up with his reptilian tongue a new wave of pleasure. It was not every day that Asaon had partaken in something like this, for sure, and his pursuits of knowledge often left him with little time to tend to his member. This was a very welcome change.
Beads of pre began leaking from Asaon’s tip, and Gill gladly obliged. The precum had a distinct… earthy taste. This would have been extremely entertaining to Gill had he not been extremely aroused, his cock straining against his leather armor and leaking profusely. This was easily the most excited he’d been in months, and his head swam. He gave the Baraka’s balls a few loving squeezes, and closed his draconian maw along the first portion of Asaon’s cock. “Haaahnnnggaha…” Asaon moaned, and his deep voice almost resonated through the concrete pole in Gill’s mouth. Gill knew to be careful with his teeth, and his tongue wrapped around the member continuously. This was, after all, not his first time. Not to brag, but he know how to work within his limitations. He soon began lapping up even more precum than before; the Baraka was apparently just as excited.
“I’ve decided this favor isn’t going to be enough. Take off your robes. My bedroom is through that door. There you’ll get your real favor.” The Baraka deftly threw off his clothing, his massive arms, pecs, and gut finally accentuated. He expertly fit through the second door with ease. Maybe all it took was a little purpose. Gilleath had begun to take off his armor when Asaon stopped him. “Allow me. I wish to study your physique more… thoroughly.” He accentuated his last word with a firm squeeze of Gill’s ass. Gilleath was pleasantly surprised; the gentle giant had a dominant streak after all. Perfect.
The Baraka was very careful with his hands, and picked off each piece of armor and cloth with equal parts finesse and determination. He took his time to feel every part of Gill’s body, every thick muscle and chiseled crevasse. He was particularly keen on Gill’s trademark Amani abdomen as well as Gill’s own trademark ass. Finally at Asaon’s mercy, Gill began breathing heavily at every touch, fondle, and prod. Asaon, however, was completely ignoring his cock, its pink flesh standing very much at attention and leaking like a faucet. “What the hell is he doing? Don’t be coy now, damn i—“
Gill’s thoughts were interrupted by two huge fingers suddenly entering. It was the most he’d been stretched in a while, and it didn’t hurt at all. “How… how are you?” he stammered, sighing as the Baraka pushed them in deeper and began feeling around in his ass. “A priest’s healing magics can be both practical and “—he pushed against Gill’s prostate hard and was rewarded with a loud moan— “pleasurable.” Gill squirmed as the invading fingers were accompanied by a third and rubbed even harder, sending fire through his body. His moans intensified, and when he opened his eyes, he could have sworn he saw the Baraka grinning. Asaon pulled his fingers out of Gill’s ass and Gill responded by giving a characteristic Amani growl. Perfect.
“I think that I will redeem my favor now.” Asaon grunted as his thick member pushed against Gilleath’s ass. Gill was more than ready, and made a combination of a hiss and a moan as he was penetrated again, this time without the “magic hands” and with something much larger. The Baraka was massive in all respects, and an intrusion like that even after the earlier preparation wasn’t going to go smoothly. Asaon pulled Gill halfway off his bed, and gripped his ass with another infusion of restorative mana. He was ready too, and after hearing Gill’s sigh of relief and pleasure from the healing light, he pushed in all the way.
“Ffffaaahhnnnngg!” Gill yelped, unable to even complete his exclamation with the sheer girth of the cock invading him. It made him feel fuller than he ever had before, and it burned with an intense pleasure. With Asaon’s healing spell, he had felt no pain at all, and the shock from the pleasure without pain had his mouth agape. He was simply amazed that anything like this could happen without a lot of practice; and he loved it. Asaon began to pull out again, his blunt head brushing against Gill’s prostate and making him nearly jump again. Asaon realized that Gill had actually begun to clutch the covers. He couldn’t believe that the Amani he saved, with his vast strength and huge body, could be so completely enthralled at his attentions. He was going to have to finish this soon. He entered as abruptly as he did the first time, and starting thrusting hard with a good portion of his weight. “Ahn…” Gill moaned with each thrust, his hips pushing back. He felt himself building up already, and tried to deny it. “Sh-shit, if you—aahhh—keep… unnh!” Asaon wasn’t letting up at all; his pace had increased and now his entire length was being pounded into Gill. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate… suddenly, he felt himself being pulled again. Trying to keep his balance, he grabbed the bed, but a perfectly placed thrust made him cry out and lose focus. Suddenly, he felt himself swinging upward.
“Fuck… you really…” Gill was suddenly being held in the air by the Baraka completely, his fleshy pink member trapped up against Asaon’s almost leathery gut. Just how strong was this priest? “I’m close. Let’s finish together, shall we?” Asaon smiled, his face inches away from Gill’s in their somewhat awkward embrace. “YeaAAAaaahhnnn—“ Gill was cut off by the Baraka now thrusting with his entire weight, gravity pushing the Amani harder onto the invading member. The force was intense, and he couldn’t hold back any more. He moaned loudly with every single thrust, each one pushing his cock up against the Baraka’s body. His mind was hazy, no longer able to focus on anything except Asaon’s relentless thrusts. There. There. Right there. Shit, shit, shit, he was close. So close. Just a liiiitttle more… “Hey.” Gill looked up from his fixed stare at his leaking member, and was suddenly brought into an intense kiss. It was strange, he thought, how warm the Baraka’s lips were despite feeling like leather. He rather liked it. The Baraka broke their kiss and grunted loudly, and pushed both of them back onto the bed. He was on top of Gill, pounding relentlessly. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!” Gill shouted, and his member pulsed and sprayed against the Baraka’s muscled stomach. Asaon continued jackhammering into Gill with astounding force, pushing him into further ecstasy. One more load moan from the Amani and the warm feeling covering his stomach set him off, and he roared as his cock emptied hard and deep into Gill. Jet after jet filled Gilleath up completely, and cum leaked out him even as the Baraka was still embedded inside. Afterglow washed over both of them hotly, and they engaged in another kiss. The Baraka once again broke it by pulling out of the Amani, and felt him dripping. They were probably going to need a bath.
“How was that for repaying you?” Gill broke their silence as the larger male held him tightly.
“I think that we are even now.” The Baraka chuckled and smiled. It was nice to see him a little less shy, Gill thought.
“Really? I’m thinking that I owe you even more after that. Maybe next time, I’ll give the favor.” The Amani smiled and gave a quick peck to the Baraka. Asaon chuckled again and returned with his own kiss.
“I would kindly do anything to help a friend.”