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Aged 26. Minors please don’t interact. Just an RP page for Tinyliltina and Tastyliltina. Don’t message me, please. Asks are okay if you wanna start an RP. This page is for reblogged rps only, or content specifically tied to rps I’m doing (since I don’t want them clogging my mains). WARNING: THERE BE VORE HERE. Only oral, safe and soft, though. Maybe NSFW too but that remains to be seen.

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TOS- PLEASE READ!

•I do not RP with anyone under 18 (you shouldn’t follow me if you’re a minor anyways)

•Roles: prey ONLY, tiny, humanoid, anthro

•WILL DO: size difference (as long as it’s not like…giga macro and dust-sized tiny or smth), same size, food/drink play, humanoid preds, dragon preds, monster preds, mech preds, monster pred, merfolk pred and prey, naga pred and prey, self-insert fandom prey dependent on fandom, stuffing/feeding as feeder-sometimes feedeee, fearplay

•WON’T DO: feet, scat/disposal/water sports, fandom prey, mech prey (unless there’s a mech pred…idk? I’m selective on that), feral pred/prey (dragons and monsters’re different), hard vore, character death

MIGHT DO: fandom preds, digestion, reform, NSFW (will need to be discussed in detail prior to, and I’m VERY selective)

•FANDOMS: Undertale, BG3, RDR2-these are the only ones I can think of, all others just ask.

This will be updated as I think of things to add. Anything you’re unsure about, PLEASE ask. I’m happy to answer any questions!

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I'm not sure if you're active anymore, but I was doom scrolling and was all, oh hey! Another nonbinary Vore enthusiast! XD

Anywho, I was wondering if you'd be up for a soft different size RP involving Chaggie from Hazbin Hotel? If you're up for it, lemme know!

Thanks for your time

~a goober

(Imma put this as anonymous, but if you respond to it I'll come back to this. A lot of people who follow my main don't know I do vore rps and I don't want to pop up in content that would make them uncomfy. A lot of kiddos like my art 💁

I am 18+ though, and it does say that on my actual account, just clarifying that :3 )

Oh shit hi!!

Yes I’m still active, but I don’t really do fandom rps often unless it’s one I enjoy, and HH isn’t one I’m super into vore-wise. So I will graciously decline, but thank you for the offer!

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Tempted to revive this account…

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

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Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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@old-beast-risto-rp feel free to reply to the origins, and dont mind me…am still a dumbass X’D

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

~~

Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

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Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies…  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods…he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude…it hardly seemed to fit him.  

~~

Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on…I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished…”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to…know each other a little more?~”

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The striking boldness of this human excited the old beast. Filled him with thrill even, so it seemed, as his response to Fern was initially a wide, fat smile. Almost cravingly, his big paunch pressed even further into the man’s body. “A SOUP TO SEAL THE DEAL”, he bursted, causing the walls of the lighthouse to quiver. An excited, triumphant laughter erupted from his gullet right after and he took one portion, one bowl of the soup, raising it to his mouth and poured it into himself. He drank it, chugged it down like he truly was famished. It was an act of seconds. As he swallowed and gulped though, his fat gut was rhythmically bouncing into Fern, all his warm fat pushing into the dainty front of the green haired man. A shameless, satisfied belch left the big man when he lowered the emptied bowl from his lips. When he looked down again, his eyes went right back to Fern and he looked. Even more thrilled and excited that before, as well as certainly pleased. 

What an odd, wild beast.

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Fern’s brow lifted as Risto pushed further into him, his arms still crossed over the big beast’s bulging middle.  He tilted his head as Risto’s boisterous voice thundered out, rocking the air around the human.  He hardly minded, instead stepping forwards to further close the distance between them.  Once Risto picked up the soup, Fern’s eyes flickered with a kind of hunger all of his own.  He could hear, feel, and almost see the soup empty out into Risto’s middle, the motions that caused such an act bringing a flush to the little human’s cheeks.  And then came the burp, a violent expel of air that announced its entrance.  Fern bit his lip, gaze flickering from Risto’s middle to his face.  

“How much more can you handle, handsome?~”  Fern purred, tilting his chin upwards.  “Big man like you must need to eat so much, I’m sure…”  His arms uncrossed, and Fern allowed his hands to trace over the big gut before him.  For someone who seemed to live alone in the mountains, he was so warm…so soft~.  

~~

Aife gaped at the interaction before her.  She hadn’t known Fern long…and she knew he was a flirt, but…this.  This was a sight to behold.  The dwarf’s face was frozen in a mask of pure shock and awe, watching Fern, every bit a twig compared to the volcano that was Risto, boldly flirting with and embracing him as though they’d known each other for years.  They’d just met tonight-how was Fern so…bold?  How was he able to stand there, in front of Risto and act like he was speaking to an old friend-even more heavy, a lover?  

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After having sat on the floor for so long, Kenny finally stood.  She whipped around, facing Fern and Risto.  Her olive eyes burned into Fern.  

“If you two are gonna make goo-goo eyes, fucking get a room already.”  She hissed, glaring between the two.  “No one here wants to see twinky and the beast.  Get a room, get it on, or get it over with.”  Sneering, she turned back to the wall and observed the door.  The human approached it, trying to reason if she could force it open again and get the hell off the damned island.  More than anything, she wanted a fight, to hunt.  Clearly, her time to shine had passed the instant Fern came on board.  “C’mon, ‘Fee.”

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Blinking, Aife stared at Kenny from across the room.  She looked to Risto, to Fern, and around the rocky, yet homey lair Risto resided in.  Aife frowned.  While she didn’t want to leave, nowhere near it, she didn’t want to be left by herself, either.  Slowly, she stood.  

“Erm…sorry I’ll be missin’ dinner, sir,”  she nodded to Risto, her face askew.  Aife took a breath, biting back the tense feeling in her chest.  “N’…it was nice workin with ya, Fern.”  Smiling, though she hardly felt like it, Aife began to walk towards the door.  

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“OOOOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO. You. You two.” The thunderous, raspy voice boomed and addressed both the bard and the barbarian upon their turn towards the door. “Maybe still got too much saltwater stuck in those ears of yours.” The smile he threw at both Aife and Kenny was smug, fat and untamed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

A big, burly arm curled around Fern’s waist and swept him upwards, pressing his slender body firmly into the warm pudge that was the beast’s stomach. With heavy steps he moved closer to Aife and Kenny. Amber eyes darting to the feisty warrior. His gaze was burning. Feral and tempestuous. “THIS…….is quite the room, ISN’T IT, HUMAN? A room which belongs to me, a room which you pierced into, out of your very own will, along with friends of your own makings.” Again. A boisterous laugh. A dooming laughter. Then, passionately, Fern was squished closer into his fat gut by the big beast himself. So firm and close, the monster’s stomach churned noisly, so passionately it lured a feral, tender growl from the beast’s lips. “I will have this man’s children.” Amber eyes loomed over Fern with hungry passion and a wicked, enamored sigh escaped him. “And you, bard” - He turned to Aife -  "Will sing lullabies.“ Keeping Fern clutched tightly to his gut, his gaze finally shifted to Kenny. ”…For strong arms like yours I know a good use, too…..~“

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Aife shrank back as Risto’s attention turned to them, her gaze flickering over the massive man warily.  Fear…wasn’t quite the word for what was going through her head.  She wasn’t afraid of Risto-curious and wary.  But as he moved closer to the pair, the dwarf couldn’t help but move back, her eyes darting between his mouth and his gut.  

~~

While AIfe retracted from Risto’s gaze, Kenny stood tall.  She raised her chin, shoulders squaring at the looming threat.  While he spoke, she was quiet, though her gaze flickered to Fern as Risto addressed him, and Aife when he addressed her.  Finally, his gaze fell on the fighter.  Kenny’s hand grasped at her club, grip tightening around the handle.  

“Like hell,”  the human snapped.  “You’re not making me do shit.  Not my mom, not my friend, and you sure as hell don’t get to boss me around.  I’m leaving.”  

With that, Kenny turned to the door.  Her hand gripped the handle, and she yanked at it.  The door moved a few inches, and Kenny grunted.  Pulling it open was much more difficult than pushing it had been…  Still, she didin’t give up.  Replacing her club, the human shifted to both hands.  With a growl all her own, she ripped at the door, managing to open it just enough to slide through.  

~~

All the while, Fern was trapped against the curve of Fern’s middle.  He stared ahead of him, his face a mix of enamored and very, very confused.  His mouth fell open.  Ch-…children.  Children.  His children.  Children that he made.  Risto seemed determined for that to happen.  

Fern wasn’t sure how to tell Risto that had not been his idea from the start-he was by no means a family man.  

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The old beast seemed pleased by Kenny’s energy. His response was a smug, greasy grin and amber eyes that watched her turn her back on him and tend to the massive wooden trapdoor. He almost purred when he watched her fighting with the doors weight and being able to lift it up. “Strong arms, strong arms…”, his raspy voice murmured meaningfully and kept watching her for little while longer. Hungry for her to discover what now resided behind that door.

What previously had been stone carved stairs leading down further through the old man’s lighthouse, now still were stairs. But: Flooded. Ice cold sea water was greeting Kenny upon opening the trapdoor, dark and murky, swaying and swapping around. Stairs burried, two whole levels of the lighthouse flooded like an overflown basement. The dry stairways now an underwater, spiraling labyrinth into the depths of the ocean. 

And that old beast’s grin grew even wider. More smug. And again, he lovingly squished and held Fern in his grasp, making his own fat belly roll and push into the slender form of the green-haired human. “You’ve come all the way to meet me and have already fed me so well”, his dark, husky voice whispered onto Ferns skin, coating it with his hot, demanding breath. Hungrily, his fat warm tongue slithered out and over the human’s neck. “…You shall have me all the way, bold man~”

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Kenny gasped.  The instant her foot entered the room beyond, she was met with water.  Cold, dark, nearly frozen water.  She hissed, her surprise boiling into rage.  Enough so she debated dipping into the water, throw herself into the abyss just to spite the beast.  But dying was no good.  She couldn’t fight if she was dead.  So, she sat on the stoop of the door, staring into the murky water.  Whatever plan Risto had, she wanted no damn part of it.  Smug bastard…

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Fern’s gaze flickered up as he was addressed again, mouth flopping open and closed like a limp fish.  Where normally he could slide his way through a conversation, he couldn’t process what Risto said around the idea of kids.  He frowned.  After a moment, Fern shook his head, kicking his head back in gear.  Right, flirting.  He knew that, he could do that.  The rest could come later.  

“All the way, hm?~”  for a moment, his voice shook.  For the first time in a long time, he sounded unsure…and Fern didn’t like it.  But, he cleared his throat and the sultry tone came back to it.  Once again, he crossed his arms over the crest of Risto’s middle.  His chin tilted, granting Risto access to the nape and side of his neck, embracing the feeling of the slimy muscle as it traced over him.  

“Does that mean all the way, all alone, naked and moaning, too?~”  

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“The ocean is cold and deep, but also vast and providing”, his mighty voice boomed now almost gently, rolled out towards Kenny like curious, rolling waves, curling around her and Aife like soft sea foam. He still sounded like gone mad, yet, his tone carried a significant amount of warmth in it. When he talked about the ocean like this it was as if je was referring to himself, almost…..

“We are family now.” With his burly chest out proud, he smiled down upon Aife and Kenny and let his gaze linger on them, before it soon and meaningfully returned towards Fern. His amber eyes flickered with delight upon the slender young man pushing into his belly. “Ooohhhh, bold man from across the sea, I’ve underestimated your eagerness to put a baby in my belly~” His boisterous laugh echoed with bliss and desire. And he almost kissed Fern french infornt of the warrior and bard. “All alone, naked and moaning~”, he repeated, his voice now thick with lust and demand, black claws tracing softly over Fern’s back, exploring the young man. “Growing our family tonight~” The humm he uttered was warm and loving and passionate and again, his massive jaw opened for his slimy tongue to take a second warm slide over Fern’s neck and upper chest.

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Kenny scowled.  The warmth in his tone served as grease for the fire of her rage, and she sneered at the beast of a man.  Family?  Family didn’t keep people trapped in a tower like princesses.  And Kenny would be damned before she was compared to a whiny bitch in heels.  

“Family…right,” she scoffed.  For now, she needed to bide her time.  When things calmed down, she would make her move.  Get the hell out, find another job, restart.  Her gaze flickered to Aife… She’d take the dwarf along.  Poor thing couldn’t handle herself anyways.  

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Aife stared at Risto, her head tilting as the old man rambled again…  He was…confusing.  She couldn’t quite get a read on him, and it made sense that he was so terrifying.  No one really knew what he was thinking beneath all that grandeur and those loud, rattling laughs.  

And then his attention turned to Fern.  He looked like a lion, plotting to pounce over his prey and devour him whole.  Or….have Fern devour him, Aife wasn’t quite sure their dynamics just yet.  She shook her head, her cheeks flushing at the boldness of the two.  They…were vocal, that much was sure.

~~

Fern blinked, his eyes saucers for a moment.  Tonight?  He wanted to-tonight??  Shaking his head, Fern took a moment to ground himself.   “Why rush?~”  he crooned.  “We have…all the time we could want,” lifting a finger, Fern slid his hand up Risto’s chest.  He smiled.  “Let’s just have fun a while, hm?~  There’s time for kids, time for family…but let’s enjoy us for right now…”

Like before, he let the warm muscle trace over him without a fight-instead, his other hand leaned into the warm muscle, tracing the black abyss of it with his thumb.  “You can have all of me, every last piece…and maybe a little more, but-” he accentuated his point by poking Risto’s middle.  “You, mister beastly…have to work for it~.”  

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Fern had all of the old beast’s attention for himself. Amber eyes looking deeply at him, into his green eyes, when he spoke. His gaze lingered on him. And in it, something shifted when Fern spoke his words. 

„…You rushed across the sea, you rushed your friend to aid, you rushed to hide yourself into the closet - you rushed to cook a meal - and didn’t hesitate to dote on me…“ His voice was filled with it, filled to brim with warmth and passion, although it sounded….shaky.

„….This. This isn’t rushing. It is passion. Anticipation. Desire.“ Saying this, his gaze shifted again. And it seemed, the old monster from the sea was pouring all of his heart into it. All of his essence, the vastness, the might, the strength and vulnerability of the ocean. In a flickering amber gaze, reflecting at Fern. 

Behind them, beyond Kenny‘s feet, the wooden door was rattling. Quivering.

Amber eyes on Fern. 

„…..Time…….time….“ Raspy, mighty voice starting to crumble, to quiver. „………I’ve waited for so long……“

Mighty, vast voice shaking. The firm, passionate grasp that had kept Fern in a grasp, was starting to grow….limp. It grew less and less, until gravity let the young man’s slender body slip from the mighty frame of the old sea beast. The old beast that still hadn’t averted his gaze from Fern. After all this madness, this smugness, this gaze now looked. Hurt. Wounded. Wounds reflected in those amber eyes. Long lost hurt, ancient, forgotten by humany. 

Those amber eyes blinked. On the edge of realizing they were baring an open wound to Fern, now shakily shifting. Darting over to the side. To Aife and Kenny. They saw scoffing. They saw confusion. And it finally shook the beast back to reality. 

He gasped. A rough, husky, shaky gasp. Tongue curling back into those massive jaws. A large hand shiting to hold his head, which the beast started to shake. „…..No…..no…..I need to go back, come here, back,—I…..“

With a rattling thud, the wooden trapdoor bursted open. And from it’s opened path, murky cold ocean water spilled in. Came rushing in. Rushing, spreading across the room’s floor, rushing and rushing and rushing in——

„……waited for….so long……….family………“ 

The beast groaned, dark fingers curling infront of his eyes. His whole, giant frame shaken. „…no….go….back, back…..“

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Fern stared at Risto, his eyes skimming the lower part of Risto’s face.  He saw the hurt.  Pain, he saw anguish flickering beneath the pools of those amber eyes.  Before he could make sense of it, Fern’s figure slipped down and Risto’s grip slackened.  Fern tumbled to the floor, yelping as he smacked into the stone.  

He pushed himself up, scrambling to his feet.  His eyes darted to the side.  The door pounded open.  Water rushed in.  Fern didn’t get a chance to argue any further-he was swept into the current.  

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Aife was swallowed by the water the instant it rushed in.  Unlike Fern and Kenny, who had an advantage of height, she had nothing.  Her body was thrown into the correct, a rag doll in the hands of frigid saltwater. She threw her arms out, grimacing as they caught onto somwthing solid. The dwarf struggles, but managed to push her head above water. She looked for Fern and Kenny, but couldn’t see much over the waves.

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Unlike Aife and Fern, Kenny had no time to see the incoming water. It poured in around her feet, instantly knocking her back. She recovered quickly, managing to catch herself before she was pulled any further. The water pushed her towards the kitchen, and Kenny saw an opportunity. She threw her hands out, caught herself on the edge of a cabinet, and used the momentum from the water to push herself upright. Once there, she gathered her strength in her legs and leapt, pulling herself over the edge of the countertop.

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Fern tumbled for a few moments, but found himself in worse shape than the other two. Unlike Kenny, who had arm strength from her fighting and Aífe from years in the mountains, Fen’a strength was in his speed. Without it, he was easily sucked into the water and left thrown like a fish with no fins. Eventually, he smacked into something hard, his head cracking into the edge.

The daze from the earlier mishap, the smack, all of it swept into his mind. Fern fell unconscious.

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

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Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

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Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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@old-beast-risto-rp feel free to reply to the origins, and dont mind me…am still a dumbass X’D

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

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Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

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Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies…  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods…he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude…it hardly seemed to fit him.  

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Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on…I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished…”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to…know each other a little more?~”

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The striking boldness of this human excited the old beast. Filled him with thrill even, so it seemed, as his response to Fern was initially a wide, fat smile. Almost cravingly, his big paunch pressed even further into the man’s body. “A SOUP TO SEAL THE DEAL”, he bursted, causing the walls of the lighthouse to quiver. An excited, triumphant laughter erupted from his gullet right after and he took one portion, one bowl of the soup, raising it to his mouth and poured it into himself. He drank it, chugged it down like he truly was famished. It was an act of seconds. As he swallowed and gulped though, his fat gut was rhythmically bouncing into Fern, all his warm fat pushing into the dainty front of the green haired man. A shameless, satisfied belch left the big man when he lowered the emptied bowl from his lips. When he looked down again, his eyes went right back to Fern and he looked. Even more thrilled and excited that before, as well as certainly pleased. 

What an odd, wild beast.

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Fern’s brow lifted as Risto pushed further into him, his arms still crossed over the big beast’s bulging middle.  He tilted his head as Risto’s boisterous voice thundered out, rocking the air around the human.  He hardly minded, instead stepping forwards to further close the distance between them.  Once Risto picked up the soup, Fern’s eyes flickered with a kind of hunger all of his own.  He could hear, feel, and almost see the soup empty out into Risto’s middle, the motions that caused such an act bringing a flush to the little human’s cheeks.  And then came the burp, a violent expel of air that announced its entrance.  Fern bit his lip, gaze flickering from Risto’s middle to his face.  

“How much more can you handle, handsome?~”  Fern purred, tilting his chin upwards.  “Big man like you must need to eat so much, I’m sure…”  His arms uncrossed, and Fern allowed his hands to trace over the big gut before him.  For someone who seemed to live alone in the mountains, he was so warm…so soft~.  

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Aife gaped at the interaction before her.  She hadn’t known Fern long…and she knew he was a flirt, but…this.  This was a sight to behold.  The dwarf’s face was frozen in a mask of pure shock and awe, watching Fern, every bit a twig compared to the volcano that was Risto, boldly flirting with and embracing him as though they’d known each other for years.  They’d just met tonight-how was Fern so…bold?  How was he able to stand there, in front of Risto and act like he was speaking to an old friend-even more heavy, a lover?  

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After having sat on the floor for so long, Kenny finally stood.  She whipped around, facing Fern and Risto.  Her olive eyes burned into Fern.  

“If you two are gonna make goo-goo eyes, fucking get a room already.”  She hissed, glaring between the two.  “No one here wants to see twinky and the beast.  Get a room, get it on, or get it over with.”  Sneering, she turned back to the wall and observed the door.  The human approached it, trying to reason if she could force it open again and get the hell off the damned island.  More than anything, she wanted a fight, to hunt.  Clearly, her time to shine had passed the instant Fern came on board.  “C’mon, ‘Fee.”

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Blinking, Aife stared at Kenny from across the room.  She looked to Risto, to Fern, and around the rocky, yet homey lair Risto resided in.  Aife frowned.  While she didn’t want to leave, nowhere near it, she didn’t want to be left by herself, either.  Slowly, she stood.  

“Erm…sorry I’ll be missin’ dinner, sir,”  she nodded to Risto, her face askew.  Aife took a breath, biting back the tense feeling in her chest.  “N’…it was nice workin with ya, Fern.”  Smiling, though she hardly felt like it, Aife began to walk towards the door.  

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“OOOOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO. You. You two.” The thunderous, raspy voice boomed and addressed both the bard and the barbarian upon their turn towards the door. “Maybe still got too much saltwater stuck in those ears of yours.” The smile he threw at both Aife and Kenny was smug, fat and untamed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

A big, burly arm curled around Fern’s waist and swept him upwards, pressing his slender body firmly into the warm pudge that was the beast’s stomach. With heavy steps he moved closer to Aife and Kenny. Amber eyes darting to the feisty warrior. His gaze was burning. Feral and tempestuous. “THIS…….is quite the room, ISN’T IT, HUMAN? A room which belongs to me, a room which you pierced into, out of your very own will, along with friends of your own makings.” Again. A boisterous laugh. A dooming laughter. Then, passionately, Fern was squished closer into his fat gut by the big beast himself. So firm and close, the monster’s stomach churned noisly, so passionately it lured a feral, tender growl from the beast’s lips. “I will have this man’s children.” Amber eyes loomed over Fern with hungry passion and a wicked, enamored sigh escaped him. “And you, bard” - He turned to Aife -  "Will sing lullabies.“ Keeping Fern clutched tightly to his gut, his gaze finally shifted to Kenny. ”…For strong arms like yours I know a good use, too…..~“

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Aife shrank back as Risto’s attention turned to them, her gaze flickering over the massive man warily.  Fear…wasn’t quite the word for what was going through her head.  She wasn’t afraid of Risto-curious and wary.  But as he moved closer to the pair, the dwarf couldn’t help but move back, her eyes darting between his mouth and his gut.  

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While AIfe retracted from Risto’s gaze, Kenny stood tall.  She raised her chin, shoulders squaring at the looming threat.  While he spoke, she was quiet, though her gaze flickered to Fern as Risto addressed him, and Aife when he addressed her.  Finally, his gaze fell on the fighter.  Kenny’s hand grasped at her club, grip tightening around the handle.  

“Like hell,”  the human snapped.  “You’re not making me do shit.  Not my mom, not my friend, and you sure as hell don’t get to boss me around.  I’m leaving.”  

With that, Kenny turned to the door.  Her hand gripped the handle, and she yanked at it.  The door moved a few inches, and Kenny grunted.  Pulling it open was much more difficult than pushing it had been…  Still, she didin’t give up.  Replacing her club, the human shifted to both hands.  With a growl all her own, she ripped at the door, managing to open it just enough to slide through.  

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All the while, Fern was trapped against the curve of Fern’s middle.  He stared ahead of him, his face a mix of enamored and very, very confused.  His mouth fell open.  Ch-…children.  Children.  His children.  Children that he made.  Risto seemed determined for that to happen.  

Fern wasn’t sure how to tell Risto that had not been his idea from the start-he was by no means a family man.  

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The old beast seemed pleased by Kenny’s energy. His response was a smug, greasy grin and amber eyes that watched her turn her back on him and tend to the massive wooden trapdoor. He almost purred when he watched her fighting with the doors weight and being able to lift it up. “Strong arms, strong arms…”, his raspy voice murmured meaningfully and kept watching her for little while longer. Hungry for her to discover what now resided behind that door.

What previously had been stone carved stairs leading down further through the old man’s lighthouse, now still were stairs. But: Flooded. Ice cold sea water was greeting Kenny upon opening the trapdoor, dark and murky, swaying and swapping around. Stairs burried, two whole levels of the lighthouse flooded like an overflown basement. The dry stairways now an underwater, spiraling labyrinth into the depths of the ocean. 

And that old beast’s grin grew even wider. More smug. And again, he lovingly squished and held Fern in his grasp, making his own fat belly roll and push into the slender form of the green-haired human. “You’ve come all the way to meet me and have already fed me so well”, his dark, husky voice whispered onto Ferns skin, coating it with his hot, demanding breath. Hungrily, his fat warm tongue slithered out and over the human’s neck. “…You shall have me all the way, bold man~”

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Kenny gasped.  The instant her foot entered the room beyond, she was met with water.  Cold, dark, nearly frozen water.  She hissed, her surprise boiling into rage.  Enough so she debated dipping into the water, throw herself into the abyss just to spite the beast.  But dying was no good.  She couldn’t fight if she was dead.  So, she sat on the stoop of the door, staring into the murky water.  Whatever plan Risto had, she wanted no damn part of it.  Smug bastard…

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Fern’s gaze flickered up as he was addressed again, mouth flopping open and closed like a limp fish.  Where normally he could slide his way through a conversation, he couldn’t process what Risto said around the idea of kids.  He frowned.  After a moment, Fern shook his head, kicking his head back in gear.  Right, flirting.  He knew that, he could do that.  The rest could come later.  

“All the way, hm?~”  for a moment, his voice shook.  For the first time in a long time, he sounded unsure…and Fern didn’t like it.  But, he cleared his throat and the sultry tone came back to it.  Once again, he crossed his arms over the crest of Risto’s middle.  His chin tilted, granting Risto access to the nape and side of his neck, embracing the feeling of the slimy muscle as it traced over him.  

“Does that mean all the way, all alone, naked and moaning, too?~”  

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“The ocean is cold and deep, but also vast and providing”, his mighty voice boomed now almost gently, rolled out towards Kenny like curious, rolling waves, curling around her and Aife like soft sea foam. He still sounded like gone mad, yet, his tone carried a significant amount of warmth in it. When he talked about the ocean like this it was as if je was referring to himself, almost…..

“We are family now.” With his burly chest out proud, he smiled down upon Aife and Kenny and let his gaze linger on them, before it soon and meaningfully returned towards Fern. His amber eyes flickered with delight upon the slender young man pushing into his belly. “Ooohhhh, bold man from across the sea, I’ve underestimated your eagerness to put a baby in my belly~” His boisterous laugh echoed with bliss and desire. And he almost kissed Fern french infornt of the warrior and bard. “All alone, naked and moaning~”, he repeated, his voice now thick with lust and demand, black claws tracing softly over Fern’s back, exploring the young man. “Growing our family tonight~” The humm he uttered was warm and loving and passionate and again, his massive jaw opened for his slimy tongue to take a second warm slide over Fern’s neck and upper chest.

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Kenny scowled.  The warmth in his tone served as grease for the fire of her rage, and she sneered at the beast of a man.  Family?  Family didn’t keep people trapped in a tower like princesses.  And Kenny would be damned before she was compared to a whiny bitch in heels.  

“Family...right,” she scoffed.  For now, she needed to bide her time.  When things calmed down, she would make her move.  Get the hell out, find another job, restart.  Her gaze flickered to Aife... She’d take the dwarf along.  Poor thing couldn’t handle herself anyways.  

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Aife stared at Risto, her head tilting as the old man rambled again...  He was...confusing.  She couldn’t quite get a read on him, and it made sense that he was so terrifying.  No one really knew what he was thinking beneath all that grandeur and those loud, rattling laughs.  

And then his attention turned to Fern.  He looked like a lion, plotting to pounce over his prey and devour him whole.  Or....have Fern devour him, Aife wasn’t quite sure their dynamics just yet.  She shook her head, her cheeks flushing at the boldness of the two.  They...were vocal, that much was sure.

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Fern blinked, his eyes saucers for a moment.  Tonight?  He wanted to-tonight??  Shaking his head, Fern took a moment to ground himself.   “Why rush?~”  he crooned.  “We have...all the time we could want,” lifting a finger, Fern slid his hand up Risto’s chest.  He smiled.  “Let’s just have fun a while, hm?~  There’s time for kids, time for family...but let’s enjoy us for right now...”

Like before, he let the warm muscle trace over him without a fight-instead, his other hand leaned into the warm muscle, tracing the black abyss of it with his thumb.  “You can have all of me, every last piece...and maybe a little more, but-” he accentuated his point by poking Risto’s middle.  “You, mister beastly...have to work for it~.”  

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

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Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

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Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

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Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

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Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies…  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods…he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude…it hardly seemed to fit him.  

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Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on…I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished…”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to…know each other a little more?~”

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The striking boldness of this human excited the old beast. Filled him with thrill even, so it seemed, as his response to Fern was initially a wide, fat smile. Almost cravingly, his big paunch pressed even further into the man’s body. “A SOUP TO SEAL THE DEAL”, he bursted, causing the walls of the lighthouse to quiver. An excited, triumphant laughter erupted from his gullet right after and he took one portion, one bowl of the soup, raising it to his mouth and poured it into himself. He drank it, chugged it down like he truly was famished. It was an act of seconds. As he swallowed and gulped though, his fat gut was rhythmically bouncing into Fern, all his warm fat pushing into the dainty front of the green haired man. A shameless, satisfied belch left the big man when he lowered the emptied bowl from his lips. When he looked down again, his eyes went right back to Fern and he looked. Even more thrilled and excited that before, as well as certainly pleased. 

What an odd, wild beast.

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Fern’s brow lifted as Risto pushed further into him, his arms still crossed over the big beast’s bulging middle.  He tilted his head as Risto’s boisterous voice thundered out, rocking the air around the human.  He hardly minded, instead stepping forwards to further close the distance between them.  Once Risto picked up the soup, Fern’s eyes flickered with a kind of hunger all of his own.  He could hear, feel, and almost see the soup empty out into Risto’s middle, the motions that caused such an act bringing a flush to the little human’s cheeks.  And then came the burp, a violent expel of air that announced its entrance.  Fern bit his lip, gaze flickering from Risto’s middle to his face.  

“How much more can you handle, handsome?~”  Fern purred, tilting his chin upwards.  “Big man like you must need to eat so much, I’m sure…”  His arms uncrossed, and Fern allowed his hands to trace over the big gut before him.  For someone who seemed to live alone in the mountains, he was so warm…so soft~.  

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Aife gaped at the interaction before her.  She hadn’t known Fern long…and she knew he was a flirt, but…this.  This was a sight to behold.  The dwarf’s face was frozen in a mask of pure shock and awe, watching Fern, every bit a twig compared to the volcano that was Risto, boldly flirting with and embracing him as though they’d known each other for years.  They’d just met tonight-how was Fern so…bold?  How was he able to stand there, in front of Risto and act like he was speaking to an old friend-even more heavy, a lover?  

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After having sat on the floor for so long, Kenny finally stood.  She whipped around, facing Fern and Risto.  Her olive eyes burned into Fern.  

“If you two are gonna make goo-goo eyes, fucking get a room already.”  She hissed, glaring between the two.  “No one here wants to see twinky and the beast.  Get a room, get it on, or get it over with.”  Sneering, she turned back to the wall and observed the door.  The human approached it, trying to reason if she could force it open again and get the hell off the damned island.  More than anything, she wanted a fight, to hunt.  Clearly, her time to shine had passed the instant Fern came on board.  “C’mon, ‘Fee.”

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Blinking, Aife stared at Kenny from across the room.  She looked to Risto, to Fern, and around the rocky, yet homey lair Risto resided in.  Aife frowned.  While she didn’t want to leave, nowhere near it, she didn’t want to be left by herself, either.  Slowly, she stood.  

“Erm…sorry I’ll be missin’ dinner, sir,”  she nodded to Risto, her face askew.  Aife took a breath, biting back the tense feeling in her chest.  “N’…it was nice workin with ya, Fern.”  Smiling, though she hardly felt like it, Aife began to walk towards the door.  

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“OOOOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO. You. You two.” The thunderous, raspy voice boomed and addressed both the bard and the barbarian upon their turn towards the door. “Maybe still got too much saltwater stuck in those ears of yours.” The smile he threw at both Aife and Kenny was smug, fat and untamed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

A big, burly arm curled around Fern’s waist and swept him upwards, pressing his slender body firmly into the warm pudge that was the beast’s stomach. With heavy steps he moved closer to Aife and Kenny. Amber eyes darting to the feisty warrior. His gaze was burning. Feral and tempestuous. “THIS…….is quite the room, ISN’T IT, HUMAN? A room which belongs to me, a room which you pierced into, out of your very own will, along with friends of your own makings.” Again. A boisterous laugh. A dooming laughter. Then, passionately, Fern was squished closer into his fat gut by the big beast himself. So firm and close, the monster’s stomach churned noisly, so passionately it lured a feral, tender growl from the beast’s lips. “I will have this man’s children.” Amber eyes loomed over Fern with hungry passion and a wicked, enamored sigh escaped him. “And you, bard” - He turned to Aife -  "Will sing lullabies.“ Keeping Fern clutched tightly to his gut, his gaze finally shifted to Kenny. ”…For strong arms like yours I know a good use, too…..~“

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Aife shrank back as Risto’s attention turned to them, her gaze flickering over the massive man warily.  Fear…wasn’t quite the word for what was going through her head.  She wasn’t afraid of Risto-curious and wary.  But as he moved closer to the pair, the dwarf couldn’t help but move back, her eyes darting between his mouth and his gut.  

~~

While AIfe retracted from Risto’s gaze, Kenny stood tall.  She raised her chin, shoulders squaring at the looming threat.  While he spoke, she was quiet, though her gaze flickered to Fern as Risto addressed him, and Aife when he addressed her.  Finally, his gaze fell on the fighter.  Kenny’s hand grasped at her club, grip tightening around the handle.  

“Like hell,”  the human snapped.  “You’re not making me do shit.  Not my mom, not my friend, and you sure as hell don’t get to boss me around.  I’m leaving.”  

With that, Kenny turned to the door.  Her hand gripped the handle, and she yanked at it.  The door moved a few inches, and Kenny grunted.  Pulling it open was much more difficult than pushing it had been…  Still, she didin’t give up.  Replacing her club, the human shifted to both hands.  With a growl all her own, she ripped at the door, managing to open it just enough to slide through.  

~~

All the while, Fern was trapped against the curve of Fern’s middle.  He stared ahead of him, his face a mix of enamored and very, very confused.  His mouth fell open.  Ch-…children.  Children.  His children.  Children that he made.  Risto seemed determined for that to happen.  

Fern wasn’t sure how to tell Risto that had not been his idea from the start-he was by no means a family man.  

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The old beast seemed pleased by Kenny’s energy. His response was a smug, greasy grin and amber eyes that watched her turn her back on him and tend to the massive wooden trapdoor. He almost purred when he watched her fighting with the doors weight and being able to lift it up. “Strong arms, strong arms…”, his raspy voice murmured meaningfully and kept watching her for little while longer. Hungry for her to discover what now resided behind that door.

What previously had been stone carved stairs leading down further through the old man’s lighthouse, now still were stairs. But: Flooded. Ice cold sea water was greeting Kenny upon opening the trapdoor, dark and murky, swaying and swapping around. Stairs burried, two whole levels of the lighthouse flooded like an overflown basement. The dry stairways now an underwater, spiraling labyrinth into the depths of the ocean. 

And that old beast’s grin grew even wider. More smug. And again, he lovingly squished and held Fern in his grasp, making his own fat belly roll and push into the slender form of the green-haired human. “You’ve come all the way to meet me and have already fed me so well”, his dark, husky voice whispered onto Ferns skin, coating it with his hot, demanding breath. Hungrily, his fat warm tongue slithered out and over the human’s neck. “…You shall have me all the way, bold man~”

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Kenny gasped.  The instant her foot entered the room beyond, she was met with water.  Cold, dark, nearly frozen water.  She hissed, her surprise boiling into rage.  Enough so she debated dipping into the water, throw herself into the abyss just to spite the beast.  But dying was no good.  She couldn’t fight if she was dead.  So, she sat on the stoop of the door, staring into the murky water.  Whatever plan Risto had, she wanted no damn part of it.  Smug bastard...

~~

Fern’s gaze flickered up as he was addressed again, mouth flopping open and closed like a limp fish.  Where normally he could slide his way through a conversation, he couldn’t process what Risto said around the idea of kids.  He frowned.  After a moment, Fern shook his head, kicking his head back in gear.  Right, flirting.  He knew that, he could do that.  The rest could come later.  

“All the way, hm?~”  for a moment, his voice shook.  For the first time in a long time, he sounded unsure...and Fern didn’t like it.  But, he cleared his throat and the sultry tone came back to it.  Once again, he crossed his arms over the crest of Risto’s middle.  His chin tilted, granting Risto access to the nape and side of his neck, embracing the feeling of the slimy muscle as it traced over him.  

“Does that mean all the way, all alone, naked and moaning, too?~”  

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

[tinarps]

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

~~

Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

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Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies…  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods…he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude…it hardly seemed to fit him.  

~~

Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on…I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished…”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to…know each other a little more?~”

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The striking boldness of this human excited the old beast. Filled him with thrill even, so it seemed, as his response to Fern was initially a wide, fat smile. Almost cravingly, his big paunch pressed even further into the man’s body. “A SOUP TO SEAL THE DEAL”, he bursted, causing the walls of the lighthouse to quiver. An excited, triumphant laughter erupted from his gullet right after and he took one portion, one bowl of the soup, raising it to his mouth and poured it into himself. He drank it, chugged it down like he truly was famished. It was an act of seconds. As he swallowed and gulped though, his fat gut was rhythmically bouncing into Fern, all his warm fat pushing into the dainty front of the green haired man. A shameless, satisfied belch left the big man when he lowered the emptied bowl from his lips. When he looked down again, his eyes went right back to Fern and he looked. Even more thrilled and excited that before, as well as certainly pleased. 

What an odd, wild beast.

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Fern’s brow lifted as Risto pushed further into him, his arms still crossed over the big beast’s bulging middle.  He tilted his head as Risto’s boisterous voice thundered out, rocking the air around the human.  He hardly minded, instead stepping forwards to further close the distance between them.  Once Risto picked up the soup, Fern’s eyes flickered with a kind of hunger all of his own.  He could hear, feel, and almost see the soup empty out into Risto’s middle, the motions that caused such an act bringing a flush to the little human’s cheeks.  And then came the burp, a violent expel of air that announced its entrance.  Fern bit his lip, gaze flickering from Risto’s middle to his face.  

“How much more can you handle, handsome?~”  Fern purred, tilting his chin upwards.  “Big man like you must need to eat so much, I’m sure…”  His arms uncrossed, and Fern allowed his hands to trace over the big gut before him.  For someone who seemed to live alone in the mountains, he was so warm…so soft~.  

~~

Aife gaped at the interaction before her.  She hadn’t known Fern long…and she knew he was a flirt, but…this.  This was a sight to behold.  The dwarf’s face was frozen in a mask of pure shock and awe, watching Fern, every bit a twig compared to the volcano that was Risto, boldly flirting with and embracing him as though they’d known each other for years.  They’d just met tonight-how was Fern so…bold?  How was he able to stand there, in front of Risto and act like he was speaking to an old friend-even more heavy, a lover?  

–

After having sat on the floor for so long, Kenny finally stood.  She whipped around, facing Fern and Risto.  Her olive eyes burned into Fern.  

“If you two are gonna make goo-goo eyes, fucking get a room already.”  She hissed, glaring between the two.  “No one here wants to see twinky and the beast.  Get a room, get it on, or get it over with.”  Sneering, she turned back to the wall and observed the door.  The human approached it, trying to reason if she could force it open again and get the hell off the damned island.  More than anything, she wanted a fight, to hunt.  Clearly, her time to shine had passed the instant Fern came on board.  “C’mon, ‘Fee.”

–

Blinking, Aife stared at Kenny from across the room.  She looked to Risto, to Fern, and around the rocky, yet homey lair Risto resided in.  Aife frowned.  While she didn’t want to leave, nowhere near it, she didn’t want to be left by herself, either.  Slowly, she stood.  

“Erm…sorry I’ll be missin’ dinner, sir,”  she nodded to Risto, her face askew.  Aife took a breath, biting back the tense feeling in her chest.  “N’…it was nice workin with ya, Fern.”  Smiling, though she hardly felt like it, Aife began to walk towards the door.  

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“OOOOOOHHHOHOHOHOHO. You. You two.” The thunderous, raspy voice boomed and addressed both the bard and the barbarian upon their turn towards the door. “Maybe still got too much saltwater stuck in those ears of yours.” The smile he threw at both Aife and Kenny was smug, fat and untamed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

A big, burly arm curled around Fern’s waist and swept him upwards, pressing his slender body firmly into the warm pudge that was the beast’s stomach. With heavy steps he moved closer to Aife and Kenny. Amber eyes darting to the feisty warrior. His gaze was burning. Feral and tempestuous. “THIS…….is quite the room, ISN’T IT, HUMAN? A room which belongs to me, a room which you pierced into, out of your very own will, along with friends of your own makings.” Again. A boisterous laugh. A dooming laughter. Then, passionately, Fern was squished closer into his fat gut by the big beast himself. So firm and close, the monster’s stomach churned noisly, so passionately it lured a feral, tender growl from the beast’s lips. “I will have this man’s children.” Amber eyes loomed over Fern with hungry passion and a wicked, enamored sigh escaped him. “And you, bard” - He turned to Aife -  "Will sing lullabies.“ Keeping Fern clutched tightly to his gut, his gaze finally shifted to Kenny. ”…For strong arms like yours I know a good use, too…..~“

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Aife shrank back as Risto’s attention turned to them, her gaze flickering over the massive man warily.  Fear...wasn’t quite the word for what was going through her head.  She wasn’t afraid of Risto-curious and wary.  But as he moved closer to the pair, the dwarf couldn’t help but move back, her eyes darting between his mouth and his gut.  

~~

While AIfe retracted from Risto’s gaze, Kenny stood tall.  She raised her chin, shoulders squaring at the looming threat.  While he spoke, she was quiet, though her gaze flickered to Fern as Risto addressed him, and Aife when he addressed her.  Finally, his gaze fell on the fighter.  Kenny’s hand grasped at her club, grip tightening around the handle.  

“Like hell,”  the human snapped.  “You’re not making me do shit.  Not my mom, not my friend, and you sure as hell don’t get to boss me around.  I’m leaving.”  

With that, Kenny turned to the door.  Her hand gripped the handle, and she yanked at it.  The door moved a few inches, and Kenny grunted.  Pulling it open was much more difficult than pushing it had been...  Still, she didin’t give up.  Replacing her club, the human shifted to both hands.  With a growl all her own, she ripped at the door, managing to open it just enough to slide through.  

~~

All the while, Fern was trapped against the curve of Fern’s middle.  He stared ahead of him, his face a mix of enamored and very, very confused.  His mouth fell open.  Ch-...children.  Children.  His children.  Children that he made.  Risto seemed determined for that to happen.  

Fern wasn’t sure how to tell Risto that had not been his idea from the start-he was by no means a family man.  

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

[tinarps]

@old-beast-risto-rp feel free to reply to the origins, and dont mind me…am still a dumbass X’D

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

~~

Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

[tinarps]

Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies…  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods…he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude…it hardly seemed to fit him.  

~~

Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on…I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished…”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to…know each other a little more?~”

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The striking boldness of this human excited the old beast. Filled him with thrill even, so it seemed, as his response to Fern was initially a wide, fat smile. Almost cravingly, his big paunch pressed even further into the man’s body. “A SOUP TO SEAL THE DEAL”, he bursted, causing the walls of the lighthouse to quiver. An excited, triumphant laughter erupted from his gullet right after and he took one portion, one bowl of the soup, raising it to his mouth and poured it into himself. He drank it, chugged it down like he truly was famished. It was an act of seconds. As he swallowed and gulped though, his fat gut was rhythmically bouncing into Fern, all his warm fat pushing into the dainty front of the green haired man. A shameless, satisfied belch left the big man when he lowered the emptied bowl from his lips. When he looked down again, his eyes went right back to Fern and he looked. Even more thrilled and excited that before, as well as certainly pleased. 

What an odd, wild beast.

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Fern’s brow lifted as Risto pushed further into him, his arms still crossed over the big beast’s bulging middle.  He tilted his head as Risto’s boisterous voice thundered out, rocking the air around the human.  He hardly minded, instead stepping forwards to further close the distance between them.  Once Risto picked up the soup, Fern’s eyes flickered with a kind of hunger all of his own.  He could hear, feel, and almost see the soup empty out into Risto’s middle, the motions that caused such an act bringing a flush to the little human’s cheeks.  And then came the burp, a violent expel of air that announced its entrance.  Fern bit his lip, gaze flickering from Risto’s middle to his face.  

“How much more can you handle, handsome?~”  Fern purred, tilting his chin upwards.  “Big man like you must need to eat so much, I’m sure...”  His arms uncrossed, and Fern allowed his hands to trace over the big gut before him.  For someone who seemed to live alone in the mountains, he was so warm...so soft~.  

~~

Aife gaped at the interaction before her.  She hadn’t known Fern long...and she knew he was a flirt, but...this.  This was a sight to behold.  The dwarf’s face was frozen in a mask of pure shock and awe, watching Fern, every bit a twig compared to the volcano that was Risto, boldly flirting with and embracing him as though they’d known each other for years.  They’d just met tonight-how was Fern so...bold?  How was he able to stand there, in front of Risto and act like he was speaking to an old friend-even more heavy, a lover?  

--

After having sat on the floor for so long, Kenny finally stood.  She whipped around, facing Fern and Risto.  Her olive eyes burned into Fern.  

“If you two are gonna make goo-goo eyes, fucking get a room already.”  She hissed, glaring between the two.  “No one here wants to see twinky and the beast.  Get a room, get it on, or get it over with.”  Sneering, she turned back to the wall and observed the door.  The human approached it, trying to reason if she could force it open again and get the hell off the damned island.  More than anything, she wanted a fight, to hunt.  Clearly, her time to shine had passed the instant Fern came on board.  “C’mon, ‘Fee.”

--

Blinking, Aife stared at Kenny from across the room.  She looked to Risto, to Fern, and around the rocky, yet homey lair Risto resided in.  Aife frowned.  While she didn’t want to leave, nowhere near it, she didn’t want to be left by herself, either.  Slowly, she stood.  

“Erm...sorry I’ll be missin’ dinner, sir,”  she nodded to Risto, her face askew.  Aife took a breath, biting back the tense feeling in her chest.  “N’...it was nice workin with ya, Fern.”  Smiling, though she hardly felt like it, Aife began to walk towards the door.  

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A good one - perhaps, possibly only due to the fact that Fern saved his life. Perhaps only due to this event Fern was able to know himself save once devoured by this mighty devourer. This large beast that had hundreds of humans go down his throat and never return. Dragging the young man deeper into the dark pit that was his gullet, the monster’s meaty tongue slither across Fern’s legs, his hips, pulling on him. Lapping, curling, licking. Tasting Fern.

And the big old beast seemed to enjoy his taste. So much it seemed, that the movements of his large tongue slowed down and - the heavy man lowered himself deeper in the warm waters - shifting, into a comfortable, seated position at the edge of the pool. Still holding Fern in his grasp, a hug almost - with the exception that he had the young man danging over his widely opened maw. Slowly, with appreciative leisure, he began to swallow Fern. Legs, slim calves being pulled into his warm, slimly maw - that seemed so big, so large-

Fern sighed as his legs began their descent into Risto’s jaws, the ends of his toes curling and flexing at the sensation of those rippling walls around him. Like a lost man at sea, he completely gave into the current of each movement, each ripple and wave of power closing in on his knees. And, like the sea, Risto surged around him. The first swallow took hold of him, a vague part of his mind remembering what the first time he’d been inside Risto felt like. That had been rushed, forced on him...this time was different. This time, it was for fun~.

Goosebumps prickled at the skin of Fren’s chest, already damp with water from the natural bath and Risto’s breaths. His legs shifted in their fleshy bind, feeling out Risto’s throat, testing to see how much it could take. He let himself meld into the big beast, looking down with a red hue filling his cheeks. A smile spread on his lips.

“Funny~,” Fern murmured, his voice rich and thick. “Filled you up last night...filling you up again~.” His eye’s glittered mischeviously, despite the growing crimson on his cheeks. “Makes me think...you like me inside you, big boy~.” He bent himself a bit, careful not to get too close to those teeth as he let his hands trace Risto’s lower jaw. “Go on...take me~,” he whispered.

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Upon his words, Fern would be able to feel a mighty ripple shaking his slim body, errupted from the big man’s throat. A smug, saucy ol’ chuckle coming from the mighty voracious beast in response to his teasing world. The monster’s fat tongue had now fully engulfed Fern’s body. And while sinking deeper and deeper bit by bit, in slow progression so far, the meaty muscle lapped at the young man. The beast tased Fern. licked and slorped him like a giant fleshy posicle. And the deep, guttural purring noises coming from below hinted that he very much enjoyed Fern’s taste. With precision, the old beast’s tongue curled around Fern’s hips, around his back and shoulders, his chest - the mighty, strong muscles coated in slick saliva exploring Fern’s body. Slithering over his wet skin, coating it with a layer of thick warm saliva, all the while a deep rumble coming from deep below his gullet set everything into a soft vibration. Fern’s legs by now had passed the old man’s throat. Slender hips were beginning to feel the soft warm pressure that were the monster’s gullet, muscles twitching with every light swallow, dragging the young man deeper and deeper, teasingly slow as the beast kept indulging into Fern’s taste. A person watching from afar would be able to see the big man’s throat bulging out and Fern’s body sticking halfway out of his widely opened maw, a fat, dark tongue curled tightly around the slim frame of the human. Moist squelching noises added to the vibration of his purr the deeper Fern went in and from below his legs, a low rumbling could be felt. The beast’s stomach already awaiting it’s guest~

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Fren’s form shuddered with the baritone of Risto’s purr, and the little human closed his eyes a moment. It wasn’t long before he was entirely consumed by that fat tongue, and what bit of support he’d taken from Risto he gave entirely to the muscle. Unsurprising the length could support his weight-even if it was slight, he couldn’t help the spark of amazement at just how strong Risto was. Every part of him, every fiber could have snapped Fern in two. Yet it didn’t. Risto didn’t.

His feet sank deeper into that black, endless sea. Warm, wet waves of muscle drank him in, and likewise Fern felt every bit of Risto around him. It was hot, heavy, and slid over every part of Fern. A soft sigh-like moan left his lips. This wasn’t...sexual. No. Granted, there were certain areas on Fern that were much more sensitive to the movement and presence around him. His crimson cheeks were proof enough of that. But...this wasn’t that kind of feeling. It was something much different. Something more intimate, in a way. Taking in the sensations around him, allowing his body to fully give into the muscles pulling at him...it was sensational.

Fern shifted. His legs descended further along, the ends of his feet squishing into muscles he couldn’t see. As his hips began to follow suit, Fern let his hands pull free from his sides. Gentle fingers explored the length of Risto’s tongue, dancing along the blackened flesh. They twirled around his tastebuds, occasionally applying pressure. Seemed only fair to give Risto a proper taste. His legs and hips, too, began to move in a slow, relaxed motion. A gentle, swimming-like motion as he moved through that living ocean. Truly, he was becoming the fish Risto loved to compare him to...and Fern was loving every second of it~.

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By now, the massive monster man lounged in the shallow water like it was his liquid throne as he was served the most delicious treat in the lands. He seemed fully engulfed in the act of swallowing Fern slowly, tasting him, enjoying him - just like Fern was - well, literally engulfed by the old beast and his fat, warm tongue. Which kept coiling and squishing around his wet, warm skin. His selnder body was explored, careassed and fondled - lovingly, patiently, yet greedily at the very same time. Dark, warm saliva was running down the old monsters jaw, by now spreading and oozing down his throat and chest. Fern’s lower body was completely emerged in it. Like a warm, slick coat it covered him, guided and protected him on the way down further into the belly of the beast. Another gulp. Careful not to have him fully swallowed yet - but Fern would be able to find himself even deeper now. His frame leaving the old monster’s throat swollen and stretched out, much to the beast’s liking so it seemed. The beast savored his taste. Tongue twirling and coiling slowly, appreciating those nimble fingers that squished and touched this fat muscle. More massive muscles, coated by layers and layers of warm saliva, squished against Fern’s body now. It felt incredibly warm and snug and soft, yet so powerful, mighty and strong. A massive creature that was excessively gentle towards him. Both indulging into Fern’s taste, the beast grew more and more hungry for feeling the young man inside his belly. Deep inside, snug and filling~ Again, he swallowed.

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Heat crawled along Fern’s skin, both from Risto’s eager exploring and the deepening flush on his face. The human melded into the moving muscles around him, his hands exploring them as best they could. Sighing, Fern twisted himself so he could see Risto’s face-in full view. It was difficult with the tongue working around him, but once he managed to Fern smiled at those amber eyes.

Another swallow dragged Fern up into his midsection. He inhaled sharply. With all the focus on tasting him, and without a layer of clothes to muddle the feeling of taste buds rubbing against him, it...tickled. The green headed human broke into a restrained squirm, a soft giggle escaping him. Even so, he didn’t fight the sensation...much.

Risto swallowed. Fern gasped as he was dragged inside, how up to his shoulders, and had to crane his neck to see over the frame of lips and teeth surrounding him. His feet barely entered the final ring of muscles to his destination, and they flexed at the squishy feeling of Risto’s throat. Fern twisted his head so he could see Risto’s face just a little more, drinking in those monster-like features. Risto has an elegant air around him, a powerful and fascinating aura. Especially now, with his jaws nearly closing ocer Fern’s head, Fern understood just how strong Risto could be...but he wasn’t. He was choosing to be gentle, kind...doting, even.

Fern’s face broke into a funny smile. “Cute old man~,” he murmured, not realizing he’d said it.

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In a hazy trance of focus, focusing on gently swallowing Fern down deeper and deeper, the big old sea beast did hear his words. They tickled him, made him chuckle, but only a vibrating, guttural chittering echoed out from beneath his gut, coating Fern’s body. Being referred to as cute certainly was a new sensation to the old man from the sea, feared and avoided by human. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that cute was a term that barely could fit a creature like himself, but it was coming from Fern. And it was being said so sweetly, the old beast had no other choice, no other needs than to swallow it up and take it. And he did so willingly, with want and desire to have it all, all of Fern. His body, his essence, his way of wordings. Being so sweetly doted on by practically the last words one could speak while being just about to get swallowed whole, let a warm security grow within the big beast that not only he wanted this, but Fern as well. Fern was looking forward to this, to be fully embraced by him, to be swallowed up whole by him. Right? 

Almost lovingly, the old sea beast swallowed one final time. Accompanied by a warm coo, a purr, he gently forced Fern down. Muscles twitching and contracting, pulling the young man’s body down his throat and gullet to completely pass through into the tight, fleshy pouch. Warm, slick, echoing with deep, guttural noises and sounds from all around. Squelching, churning, the beating of a heart. The old beast felt how the small, yet significant weight of Fern fully dropped into his stomach. Rounding out his belly to a significant bulge from the outside. That sensation alone sent a pleasurable shiver across the monsters skin, making him exhale deeply, into a raspy, low groan, while both of his big hands came shifting to curl around his belly, feeling Fern’s shape~ 

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With a smile, Fern chuckled as Risto did.  He reached down, slobber-covered fingers gently tracing the side of Risto’s face.  Another swallow, and another rippled around him, pulling him further and further into Risto’s gut.  As his chest slid into Risto’s jaws, Fern drew his hands back to his chest.  Another swallow.  His shoulders and head were all that were left outside now, giving Fern a detailed view of the underside of Risto’s chin.  

There was a moment of still.  Risto’s breath puffed around him, heating his already warmed cheeks.  Muscles squished and churned around his body, while his head drank in the last breaths of fresh air he’d have until he was released.  And then, everything moved.  There was a flex, strong yet gentle, and he hummed.  His eyes closed, and Fern focused on the movement and life around him.  Muscles dragged Fern further into Risto’s body, easily taking him in and pushing him down until the tight, warm embrace opened into a pouch, and his head joined the rest of his body.  

For a moment, Fern sat still and enjoyed the feeling of Risto around him.  The walls churned slowly, and Fern let out a breath.  His hand pushed outwards, tracing the pulsing wall before him.  After a moment, his free hand joined him, eager to explore Risto all that he could.  Curiosity bubbled through his fingers, guiding them to rub and press and stretch the stomach walls as much as he could, feeling every curve and every divot in the living holding cell.  Beyond Risto’s middle churning, he felt something pressing into him.  Fern smiled.  He pushed out all the more, his tiny hands feeling out Risto’s claws, tracing what he could of those massive palms while he reclined.  

“Hm...enjoy yourself, handsome?~”  Fern murmured, leaning so his cheek pressed into Risto’s gut.  

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay…stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto…wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm…Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer…  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river…he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda…flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course…perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

~~

Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home…no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person…he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done…you guys wanna eat?”

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It seemed Aife and her musings didn’t cease to amuse the wicked old man from the sea, as her words yet again lured a low, guttural chuckle from the pits of his belly. “Oohhh you precious soul~” The chairs creaked as his massive frame bent and leaned further into the pile of furnitures, as he raspily hummed at Aife, his tilted head and parted jaw facing her. “Your lullabies will be the softest, the sweetest~”, he insisted with a fierce crave flickering in his amber eyes gazing into hers almost as if he wished to eat her up again, to consume her essence.

Though, his attention shifted when Fern called out to them. Again, the room was not only filled with wonderfully smelling soup, but equally with the thick, rolling sound of the old sea beast’s laughter. An odd mix of madness and genuine joy bundling up in this baritone guttural melody. Dramatically, he rolled off the pile of chairs, arching his back, glaring over at Aife. Now just inches away from her face to face. He glared into her eyes with madness, excitement, as his gaze turned and aimed onto Fern.

Not leaving him out of his focus for even a split second, the massive man rose. Got up to his feet, dark boots gracing the colorful patterned carpet. “Fern.” His voice, thick and rich, like hearty stew. Two massive steps. And Fern woulf be able to find the tall massive monster man right infront of him. His fat paunch of a belly, bare and naked, shamelessly pressing into the young man, demanding his attention. And so did the massive smile containing of many sharp fangs, as much as those amber eyes not breaking focus with their soul of desire. The green haired young man.

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Risto’s frame sank into his destroyed furniture, still looming over Aife as she regarded the demon of a man.  Her lullabies...  Truthfully, she was flattered.  Lullabies were rare to sing as an adventurer, and she smiled at the idea.  Of course, there was still the concern of Fern’-just as she had the thought, his voice called out and Aife turned her head.  

She didn’t get much chance to respond before Risto stood.  His frame almost consumed hers, leaving her feeling absolutely tiny and all too aware of Risto’s figure.  Gods...he was massive.  As he moved away, Aife stared in awe, unsure how a creature so big and so boisterous managed to live a life of solitude...it hardly seemed to fit him.  

~~

Fern turned as he was addressed, only to find himself pressed into the plush middle of Risto’s gut.  He blinked.  Smirking, the human tilted his head up, moving back so he could cross his arms and prop them against the bare skin before him.  He tilted his head, green eyes shimmering cheekily.   “Risto~,” his voice was a purr, though hardly matched the honey-like baritone of Risto’s.  

“Soup’s on...I don’t know about you, but I’m starving~,” the human hummed.  He turned his head back to the pot behind him.  After a moment, he returned his attention to Risto.  “Big man like you must be absolutely famished...”  As if pouting, Fern pursed his lips.  He could feel the heat from Risto’s middle radiating over him, potentially hiding the flush on his cheeks.  “How about we eat and then get to...know each other a little more?~”

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

[tinarps]

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The old beast grunted and laughed nonchalantly at Aife’s response, giving her a smug, tired smile. By now, he seemed oddly comfortable in this pile of knocked over chairs. “You invited yourselves in, now you get to stay~”, he cooed at her, before he turned his gaze back over to Fern rummaging around in the kitchen. “…..Mmhhh…..a man who can cook…”, he mused dreamily and let one of his big claw-like hands roam lazily across his pudgy belly. He tilted his head and dropped his gaze back on the precious dwarf beside him. His smile was smug, tired and was still filled with a grain of wickedness. “You could sing endless lullabies for our children, fearless bard~”

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Aife looked askance, frowning at the implications of Risto’s coo.  Stay...stay how long?  Was he keeping them here now, or were they still able to leave as they pleased?  She looked back to the big beast of a man, her thoughts interupted by his musings of Fern’s working in the kitchen.  

A small smile broke her face.  Risto...wanting children, not something she would have pieced together.  Of course, that was coming from someone who’d just had a glimpse into his life.  She really didn’t know Risto-none of the trio did.  They only knew what the villagers had told them, and only some of those rumors seemed true.  Risto was a molten lake in Aife’s mind-hot and reactive, with brilliant power when given the right conditions.  Something to respect, fear, but also admire.  

“Hm...Fern dun’ seem the children type,” she admitted, drawing herself back from her thoughts.  “Dunno though, maybe he jus’needs th’right kinda offer...  I dunno,” she looked back to Risto.  “Boy reminds me of a river...he dun’stick in one place fer too long, kinda...flows, moves.”  The dwarf shrugged.  She hadn’t known Fern long, of course...perhaps there was more to the flirt than met the eye.  

~~

Fern stirred in what spices he’d found, the homely little cave reflecting the smell of the brew.  It was rich, spicy, and plenty hearty.  While Aife and Risto spoke, he was completely oblivious to mentions of his personal life.  Truthfully, Aife hadn’t been wrong.  He’d never been the type to consider the family life.  There was far too much to explore to bother with children, a life at home...no, he’d much prefer to flow and fly as he pleased.  

Maybe one day, if he found the right person...he’d consider a life at home, and try to settle down.  

But, he wasn’t focused on the concept of a civil life.  Instead, he watched steam billow from the pot on the stove, dissapating into the cool air of the cave.  The burned seaweed smell was drowned out by the smell of soup.  Fern wiped his forehead with his hand.  It had been too long since he’d taken the time to properly cook.  Funny how food worked to calm the nerves-almost made him forget he’d gone toe-to-toe with a monster man and lost.  

Slowly, he turned and faced the others.  

“Soup’s done...you guys wanna eat?”

[tinarps]

DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave…and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t…let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t…appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps…maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get….considerin’ we almost…y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again…I’m really sorry we…hurtcha…almost did, I’m…I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work…yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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@old-beast-risto-rp feel free to reply to the origins, and dont mind me...am still a dumbass X’D

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DND RP Part 3

The old beast turned his head towards Aife and kept his tired gaze lingering in her. He remained overly relaxed and apparently didn’t seem to mind her getting closer and sitting next to him at all. In fact, as she spoke he listened attentively and the lips of his previous scary monstrous maw formed to a warm smile. He calmly let his gaze roam over the scenery of his living room and the kitchen corner with Fern getting to work. Letting his gaze stay on him for a couple more moments, before returning to Aife.

“You’re a brave soul”, he cooed and his exhausted smile grew even warmer. “And a funny one, too~” His raspy voice grunted and laughed quietly, a genuine, warm lil laugh. “…..’Be on your way’” - he quoted Aife and couldn’t suppress another amused grunt. His amber eyes shifted, looking deeply, fondly into Aifes. “You really thought I’d let you leave?”

~~~

Aife smiled sheepishly, shrugging at Risto’s comment.  She’d been called brave...and foolish by many creatures.  However, as he continued, her expression shifted.  Aife tilted her head.  He wouldn’t...let them leave?  What would he have done if they’d tried?  Granted, Risto didn’t...appear angry.  In fact, he looked the most relaxed Aife had seen him all night.  Which was a good thing.  Perhaps...maybe they’d been forgiven?  

“Well-erm,” the dwarf cleared her throat.  As long as Risto wasn’t making another grab for her, she quessed she was fine.  “I would’a thought ye’d want us as far from here as we could get....considerin’ we almost...y’know,” she nodded to Kenny and rubbed her neck again.  “An’ again...I’m really sorry we...hurtcha...almost did, I’m...I’m real sorry.”

~~

Fern sifted through the last of the burnt seaweed, setting it aside before he cleaned off the pot it was in.  He rummaged around the kitchen for some spices, sniffed what he could, and threw them into the pot.  That could work...yes, he just needed to add a few more things, let it simmer and it would be a soup blend.  Meatless, for the time being, but it would be savory.  

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DND RP part 2

Fern continued to move Aife behind him as Risto watched, both he and the dwarf flinching at the roar of the beast.  Though Fern was by no means an easy scare, he felt on edge, more than he’d ever been in any fight.  Kenny was still out of reach, her eyes back on Risto as soon as Fern was out of the way and with Aife out of harm’s way.  At his back, he felt Aife trembling, her shaking only getting worse the more angry Risto became.  

“Please, sir-”  the dwarf’s shaky voice called, only for Risto to move like a stormy wave.  He crashed over Kenny, blocking Fern’s view…  But he knew what had happened with the first heavy swallow.  Fern’s blood went cold.  Just like that; he’d eaten her just like that.  His clever plan to talk Risto down flew out the window as he retreated, dragging a frozen Aife with him.

~~

Kenny had no time to prepare.  She couldn’t, before she’d had any time there was a mass of black flesh over and around her.  Instead of yelping, the human let out a snarl all her own.  “NO!”  Kenny bellowed, her voice raising above the squelching around her.  

Though she couldn’t see, Kenny’s hand scrabbled at the back of the beast’s throat, free hand grabbing onto whatever rolls of flesh she could and digging her fingernails into it as hard as she could.  She used the moments between swallows to force her knees into action, hooking and spreading them as far as the cramped space allowed to try and choke the beast.  At the same time, she wrenched her arm still holding her club in an attempt to force it sideways, and give her time to get herself together.  

This wasn’t her first time in a gullet.  She would be damned before it was her last.  

~~

Aife watched in a silent horror, lurching forwards as Risto rained on Kenny.  The sound of a swallow set the dwarf into motion, pulling against Fern’s hand with a  choked yelp.  She had to help-she needed to help!  Kenny couldn’t make it inside on her own, not if she ended up-scrambling against Fern, she forced the human’s grip loose and sprinted towards the beast.  

“YA CAN’T EAT ME!”  Her voice was squeaky and scared, but loud as she ran past the giant, hoping to pull his attention away from Fern and keep his gaze on her.  She turned around and picked a rock from the ground, tossing it at Risto’s gut.  “YER TOO SLOW~!”  To anyone else, Fern included she imagined, this had to look like a madwoman’s attempt to get caught…  But really, it was something much more than that.  ——————————————– The old beast gagged. This feisty fighter truly got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t help but to give her silent kudos for her reflexes, as usually people weren’t that fast to move like that still stuck halfway his throat. Everyone on the outside was graced with an image of a massive monstrous man, tumbling in his own kitchen, hunched over and gagging aggressively from a squirmy, large bulge in his throat. Something sharp could have caused him some serious trouble right now, however, as strong and powerful Kenny’s stance was, along with her mighty club, the beast’s muscles were used to force down stubborn prey. Despite the warm confines of this monster’s throat were uncannily coated with thick layers of slippery slime-like saliva- So, the mighty man from the sea swallowed angrily, spewing black drool all over his carpets, as his angry, heated gaze now focused on the little dwarf. The little mouse who had fooled him - who had tried to lure him with the promise of a song, cloud his mind, deceived him- Too furious to calculate, the massive, heavy brute went of her - still growling, swallowing down forcefully on Kenny, pushing her down further and further his throat. Oooohhh these cheeky, foolish mice!!! He’d DEVOUR THEM ALL.  He was not having this! IT WAS HIS CHILL OUT SATURDAY! THE SATURDAY HE HAD PLANNED WITH GARLIC SEAWEED AND FISH CHIPS AND HIS FAVORITE TV SHOW - HE WAS NOT HAVING THESE WANNA BE BEAST SLAYERS MESS WITH HIM LIKE THAT!!!! Like a mad beast, the monstrous man went just after Aife, the madwoman, running from him. Taking a leap through his own kitchen and knocking off a chushioned seat and a hand-painted table off with his big gut, trying to catch the little mouse~

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Kenny laughed triumphantly, hearing and feeling the damned beast choking on her.  For a while, at least-long enough, Kenny hoped.  The walls crushed in on her, forcing her arms and legs flush and further into the massive beast.  Thankfully, or perhaps regrettably, the trip down wasn’t long.  She was crammed into a roomier, but still cramped room that smelled…muggy.  Groaning, Kenny pushed herself up and grabbed her bat.  She shifted it so it stretched out in front of her, and brought the handle to her chest.  Then, like a battering ram, she thrust it outwards like a battering ram.   “LET ME OUT!!”  The human screeched, repeating the action.  Before she could keep going on a third strike, the room scrunched in and clenched with Risto’s movements.  Kenny didn’t’ have time to steady herself.  The organic room pitched again.  

~~

Aife squeaked as Risto’s attention shifted to her, scrambling away from Risto as he reared on her.  Of course, she was hardly fast compared to the giant man, but she managed to get some solid ground due to her small size.  She ran for the cooking side of the kitchen, skittering into the most narrow part of the room to try and keep Risto busy.  

She turned her head as she ran, ducking under another chair and rushing from under it towards another room.  It didn’t matter if he caught her now-as long as he didn’t chew.  He didn’t seem the type to, thankfully.  Once Aife felt she had a good distance from Risto, she stopped to watch her oncoming doom.  

Her head lifted, watching Risto as he came closer like a rushing train.  “If…it’s any compensation,”  she murmured, “I meant it when…I said I’d sing fer ye,” though she doubted it would do any good to prevent what was going to happen, Aife felt like she needed to hear it.  

~~

While AIfe was busy distracting Risto, Fern had made the most of his time:  he managed to hide behind something in the kitchen.  Through watching Aife scrambling past, no doubt Risto not far behind, he had no idea what he was ducking behind.  It was enough for him to press his back against and sigh, trying to focus and keep himself from panicking.  Okay-okay.  He’d been through worse than this.  There were bigger battles that he’d fought-but right now, charm was going to do him no favors.  

The beast was far beyond reasoning, charm, anything but rage…  He couldn’t help Aife and Kenny as it was, not where they were.  His best bet was to stay low, stay hidden, and try to help them when Risto was more calm.  As long as he didn’t come looking for a third course…  Fern glanced through the kitchen, biting his lip.  His eyes fell on some sort of cabinet or wardrobe, and he hesitated.  Slowly, he pushed himself up and squirmed inside the cramped space, closing the door behind him.  

Fern whispered a concealment spell-nothing much, but enough to make the shadows of the cabinet cover him more completely and hopefully confused the naked eye.  

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In a moment where the old beast wouldn’t have been so enraged, with a belly full of a fierce human going ham on him with a bat, he probably would have heard Aife’s murmured words. He probably would have listened, thought, considered. Possibly calmed down even. Unfortunately, his fury was still raging, and, after all, he did feel that stone on his tummy. Getting thrown at with stones! IN HIS OWN HOUSE! The monstrous man truly wasn’t taking anything of this little group no more. No hesitation was met with Aife, as the massive frame came rushing in, jaws parting once more, and underneath the crashing sound of a chair being burried underneath his weight, poor Aife was devoured as well. Feling much more like a mere crumb in the fat monster’s gullet, he swallowed once single time to force the little bard down his gullet - down to her rampaging friend, filling his belly. Drooling. Gasping. Wheezing. The beast knealt on the floor, feeling his paunch getting filled with the second of the trio. The powerful bumps and pushes he just had felt had lured a breathless moan from him, a big raspy wheeze. Again, he was surprised at this little human’s strength - unfortunately though for both Kenny and Aife - his stomach was built to endure and withstand exactly this. Thick, meaty walls sturdy and slimy, layers upon layers of flesh and muscles to ensure keeping the prey tightly locked into it’s fleshy prison. The fleshy prison that was still missing the third member. Still wheezing loudly, now soaked in sweat, his grey hair all messed up and tousled, the big beastly man turned around. Looked around. Squinted. Growled. Sniffed. A brief scan of his messed up kitchen showed no signs of this green haired little human. Like an animal he turned around, prowling through his kitchen, breathingly noisily, deep and husky. “………There’s no use in hiding, little mouse…..”, he growled lowly, supporting himself on the knocked over table, browsing through the room slowly. For now, he seemed to go through every corner but the kitchen cabinet Fern had managed to hide into~ 

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Aife squeaked as she was engulfed with the sight of black flesh, given no time to react before Risto’s mouth crashed closed around her.  Unlike Kenny, Aife had no fight-save an instinctual squirm as everything squashed into her, and she was jetted downwards with a wet noise.  The trip was slow and miserable, but it wasn’t too long before the little dwarf spilled into the crowded room, right on top of Kenny.  

She heard Kenny growl a greeting, thankfully having put her bat away.  Aife sat up as best she could, whispering a spell beneath her breath.  She could feel Kenny shiver, though she didn’t bark at Aife for the magic.  Kenny knew what it was for.  Aife waited for the tingling to stop before resettling herself, making sure she and Kenny were still touching-it wasn’t difficult with such a closed space.  

“…We didn’ have t’fight,” Aife said.  She reached into her bag, pulling a small stone from inside.  It began to glow a soft light, giving the two a view of their living prison cell.  “He-…I dun’ think he’d have fought if ya’d given me time-”  

“We don’t have time, Fee.  He’s a monster.  He kills people.  We can’t let him live, with or without the bounty.”  Kenny’s voice was clipped, a sign the point wasn’t up for discussion.  

Aife sighed, studying their current whereabouts.  The walls were a deep obsidian, truly completing the feeling of being swallowed up.  One would think being in as many gullets as she had, Aife would be used to such a sight…every time was just as unnerving as the last, though.    

~~

Fern pulled himself as far into the cabinet as he could, lips clamped to keep himself still and silent as he sat.  He took a moment, thinking through his options.  Spells, spells-he didn’t know many, just one that…  His gaze flickered to the door.  Maybe if he couldn’t be found, he could talk Risto down.  

“Please,” Fern spoke up.  But-his voice didn’t come from his mouth.  His voice floated behind Risto, as though the human was behind him.  A simple projection spell-nothing fancy, but hopefully enough to disorient and refocus Risto’s attention.  “You’re upset.  We broke into your home, your sanctuary with the intent to hurt you.  But believe me when I say we had no idea-…we…”  While he could shoot for a lie, Fern didn’t want to muddy the waters any more than Kenny already had.  Charm hadn’t worked, either.  So…maybe his best option was honesty, a chance to regain some trust.  

When he spoke up again, his voice echoed from further away, now coming from another room.  “Look-…if nothing else,” he sighed and rubbed his face with a grimace.  “Just don’t hurt the dwarf.  Please-she didn’t want to come here to begin with.  Take it out on me, or on the other human, but leave her out of it.  Please.”

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Not only Aife seemed thankful for Kenny having put her bat away - for now at least. So was the might old sea beast, still wheezing from the short-lived but wild hunt across his kitchen. Usually rather intrigued in feeling his unfortunate prey squirm all about inside of his guts - those punches by this human were quite something else. His attention was now all on the last of the trio, the young man, and he was glad his stomach’s filling was settling for the while……….Eager to get it filled with the last bite of the three-portioned dinner.

When the young man’s voice suddenly appeared something right behind him, the beast turned around swiftly, almost spitting out a triumphant laugh at…………..nothing?! Dumbfounded, he squinted, looked around, blinked, irritated. Hearing the young man speak further, he listened, until it dawned on him. “….Mmmhhhh….magic.…”, he murmured underneath his breath, dragging his gaze through the kitchen once more. Clever, little mouse…. Giving Fern kudos for this clever little spell, casted from whereever he was hiding, the old beast decided to give him a listen. Still catching up on his own breath, the fat beast settled down on a painted, wooden chair he previous had knocked down. Slouching in it and gave his big belly room to hang in his lap. Sweating, exhausted, attention to the young man’s voice.

“Ohhh? Is that so?”, he then repsonded to Fern claiming Aife’s involuntary involvement in this mission, “To me she didn’t look like you two violently forced her all across the ocean and up the stairs of my lighthouse~….. What exactly was her task in all of this? Act as bait? A little bouncy delicious worm to lure the big fish in the sea? So the brave barbarian could swing her mighty stick and cash in all the gold?” He spat out a boisterous ugly laugh and almost pridefully rubbed his fat belly with victorious vigor.

“Mhhh, what are you saying there, boy~? Taking you instead of her~? Exchanging places so you would be in and she would be out? Oooohohohoho, haven’t you seen that fire in her little eyes? That bold spark that glistened in her soul when I swallowed your stick-swinging friend~? Be ensured, if I took you in her place, she would not stop pestering me about letting her friends out. Probably singing me a song about it, even, bwahhahahaahar!………………………………mh. I rellay would have liked to hear that.”, he added the last bit drily and more quietly, his boisterous laugh swiftly drying out. Only when he heard the young man’s voice now coming from another corner of the room, a certain smugness settled back in on the old beast’s mug, a piercing gaze into the direction from which Ferns voice echoed.

“…..Tell me, boy”, he then cooed, “What was your part in all of this? Didn’t see you carry any kind of weapon with you. You guys really didn’t just plan to slay me with a stick, did you?~”

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Aífe leaned back as best she could, grimacing at the feeling of stomach walls squishing around her and her company. Risto seemed to be settling down, a good thing considering how the walls got more tense the more he moved. While she wanted to hash things out with Kenny-there wasn’t much point with Risto speaking. Even quietly, his voice drowned hers out tenfold.

Though she couldn’t hear Fern, she picked up that he and Risto were talking about her. She shrank back as Risto spoke about her role in the job, curling into herself shamefully. She didn’t want to be here. Not for any of it. When she’d agreed to travel with Kenny, she’s wanted to explore the world, meet new people and learn new things! So far she had, but…there was still blood on her hands. Aífe hated this was the only way she’d learn to explore. She had stained the earth with blood that wasn’t hers…her ancestors would be ashamed.

Aífe blinked. The tone shifted. Was…Fern defending her? Why? He was-he’s offered to take her place… Sitting up, Aífe strained to hear more of what was going on. She got the idea Risto had no intention of letting her out, but-the thougjt that Fern would speak in her favor was touching nonetheless. Though, when Risto mentioned her singing to him, Aífe couldn’t help but pipe in, “I would have loved t’sing, sir…”

~~

Fern hadn’t expected Risto to agree into letting Aífe out-a fact that made his gut weigh heavy. He felt bad. People like Aífe didn’t deserve that type of fate. She was too little to fight for herself; it made sense she stuck with powerful fighters so she could see the world. But…that was the bad thing about traveling in parties. Fern was blessed enough to be a human, a far more formidable opponent than a dwarf.

As Risto addressed him, Questioning his purpose in the group, Fern laughed. “My intentions aren’t as wholesome as Aife’s…” slowly, he reclined in the cabinet, lacing his arms behind his head. “You could say that I like to gain…experience. Just in a different way~,” humming, Fern blinked as his voice began to return to him. The spell wasn’t permanent; it was bound to happen eventually.

Figuring he’d better get the word out before he could be found, Fern sighed. “Monsters make a good lay,” he shrugged. “I like gaining experience in the bedroom~. You be surprised how many big, scary beasties love being thrown down and told what to do… Or how ravenous they can really be~.” Chuckling, he closed his eyes. Better to make this blunt. “My plan was to get you in bed. Ravage you, or let you ravage me in a passionate night of lovemaking. Maybe cook some breakfast and be on my way…and visit whenever I’m in town~.”

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Unfortunately, Aife’s voice didn’t reach old Risto’s senses here. In a quiet moment, he surely would have picked up her speaking, even within his churning stomach, but now, his attention rested all on the magically roaming voice of Fern and the conversation he was having with him.

He still sat slouching in that old chair, kept a big palm ontop of his gurgling gut and maintained giving it occasinal rubs as he was all ears on what fern had to say. All ears on his explaination what kind of part he was playing in all of this.

Hearing what the young man had to say, however…..did stir quite the response. It seemed, Fern’s words were managing to do something to the old beast. The further he spoke, the more his smug smile got wiped out of his face. So much it almost formed to a dumb looking line pointing downwards at the ends - while the grey complexion of his face grew…..a red hue. Something was stirring. Boiling. “WHAT??!?!!”, his raspy voice boomed, thunderous and sharper than ever before. With a muffled thud the chair crashed down onto the carpet as the beast rushed up to his feet, standing tall.  Amber eyes, burning with furious sparks, shifted and slowly found their aim at the kitchen cabinet a couple of corners away.

“You broke into my home in the middle of the night…..along with your friend out on a mission to kill me for money….TO WHAT!?? MAKE LOVE TO ME IN THE BEDROOM??! FOR YOUR EXPERIENCE?!!?” A mighty, heavy step forward. “….Ravage me, eh……? Before or after your friend would have killed me, you nasty little creature?!” Another step. His broad, heavy chest heaving up and down, teeth bared yet again to a snarling, furious grimace. A big claw-like hand grabbing the handle to the cabinet, pulling it open with rage. “Oooohhhhhhh you ARE going to serve me breakfast, boy in the closet, you ARE………..”

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Fern scrambled backwards, yelping as the door to the cabinet was ripped open.  He shivered, staring at Risto like a cornered animal.  Shit.  That…had not gone how he had planned.  

“No-wait!”  He threw his hands in front of himself, backing into the farthest corner of the cabinet.  “Please, that’s not-that isn’t what I meant!  What I mean to say is, Aife and I never wanted to fight; hell, I didn’t think we were coming here for that!  Kenny-I don’t want to throw her under the bus, but-I thought she was kidding when she said she wanted to go after you!  Have you seen our party?!  There’s no way in hell we’d win!”

~~

“CRAM IT, BOTH OF YOU!”  Kenny barked, crossing her arms with a scowl.  She slouched against the stomach walls, trying to will herself against fighting the walls any more.  Hurting Aife wasn’t on her agenda.  “We lost.  That’s it.”  Her head rested against the stomach wall of the beast, eyes closing.  There wasn’t any point delaying the inevitable.  

She opened an eye as the walls shifted.  Though she couldn’t see, she could feel a glare from Aife on her.  The dwarf’s voice sliced through the ambient sound of the gut working around them.  

“NO, YOU CRAM IT!”  The dwarf screeched, her voice almost echoing with its intensity.  “Godsdamnit, this entire mess is YER FAULT!  Can’t ye see that?!  Ye dragged me here, Fern here, all b’cause ye wanted a fight.  An’ya know that’s the truth!  NONE of us wanted t’be here but YOU!”  

Kenny recoiled, blinking as Aife’s legs thrashed against hers.  Though she didn’t break contact, she tried to ease herself away from the raging little dwarf.  She opened her mouth to protest, only to have Aife cut her off with a snarl.  

~~

Aife balled her fists, scrunching her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.  “I NEVER wanted t’be bait!  I didn’ ASK t’be the smallest one in th’group!  D’ye think I LIKE tricking poor creatures inta eating me so ye can gut em’?!  I HATE IT!  Ye take all this time talkn’ about a fair fight but ye’ve never had a fair fight b’fore!  Yer angry b’cause ye think all these beasts deserve punishment fer takin’ their anger out on others, or actin’ the way they were meant ta’act-BUT YER NO FECKIN BETTER!”  Her voice broke into a croaking sob, and she wiped her face shakily.  “I jus’…I wanted t’learn about th’world…ain’t left home b’fore, an’ ye took advantage’ve me…  An’- an’ now I’m…I can’t learn anythin’ because of you.”

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“MAKE UP YOUR MIND, FOOLISH HUMAN! KILL, FUCK, GAWK AT? WHAT IS IT?!?”, the beast roared in response, “DO I LOOK LIKE A TOURIST ATTRACTION TO YOU?!”

Ironically enough, the only thing that seemed to calm the big beast down from his fury was to see Fern’s fear. Seeing the insolent little human flinch, trying to back off in further in the already crammed space, away from the fat beast’s gaping maw. “What is it, human?”, the raspy thunderous voice growled, again now thick and heavy with sass. “Didn’t you want to exchange yourself for your singing friend~?” The massive jaws were reaching into the cabin, gaping, fat tongue swirling around as a doomed, terrifying invitation.

It was then when the little voice from deep within himself was loud enough, by far oud enough for him to hear. Oooohhh. The fury. The anger. The big beast chuckled and couldn’t help but to give his belly yet another rub. This time, almost lovingly. “Look who’s speaking up~”, he murmured softly, yet, not without his amber eyes waitingly falling back onto Fern.

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“FUCK!”  Fern cried, rubbing his face with a groan.  “I WANTED TO FUCK YOU-NOT FOR ANYONE’S SAKE BUT MY OWN!”  Slowly, he rolled over and pushed himself back up, forcing himself to meet Risto’s gaze, though his cheeks flushed red.  Whether it was from the effort of confronting someone so dangerous, or perhaps the meaning of what he was about to admit.  

“I like monsters.  They’re big and attractive and godsdamnit I-just-…ugh, I like how they feel in bed!”  He fumbled with his words a moment, looking away to gather his thoughts.  “You are a monster, a big, bad beast and I want to either have you throw me down and rock me right, or…or try to tame you myself!  Do you know how invigorating it is to-just?!”  The human waved his hands in front of his face, the open maw before him making it very hard to focus on emotions.  

He couldn’t further explain himself, though, as Risto’s attention was drawn elsewhere.  Fern blinked, his eyes gliding down to the larger man’s gut.  Was…Aife calling out?  Squinting, Fern tried to make sense of just what the dwarf was saying…but between his panicking heart, Risto’s breath and his own, he couldn’t hear anything.  It was a quiet, muffled noise.  So, he sat in silence as Risto listened, meeting those amber stars with a shaky stare.  

~~

Aife growled again, about to let loose on Kenny even further, but found herself being addressed by their host.  She squeaked as the walls shifted, a pressure from the outside nudging the living barrier at her back.  The dwarf blinked, her head craning upwards.  She opened, closed,and reopened her mouth.  

“Sir-I’m real sorry we broke inta’ yer house, honest I am.  I didn’…I wasn’ happy t’be on this quest, didn’ really wanna bug ye…  An’ if we dun get outta this-…if…we dun’ get out, I bless yer home an’hope th’earth is kind t’ye.”  Sighing, Aife settled back and tried to not focus on her impending doom…if it was ever to come.  

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The beast squinted scandalized in response of this young man unleashing his personal desires upon him. his fat slimy tongue retreated back into his mouth where his lips formed a repulsed expression. The instant a mighty response was just about to roll from his gullet, he sensed the little bard inside of him. Reaching for him and his attention. He couldn’t help but to listen to her, too. To her apology, her impending goodbye, even. Feeling the little creature shift inside of his stomach, while his amber eyes darted back into the cabinet to the young man…. Something happened. Something happened that hadn’t happened to the old beast in quite a while. He found himself overwhelmed. Not physically. But. Emotionally.

Right, emotions. He had them, too, right? A wild mix of emotions and feelings were beginning to stir and pile up within the beast’s gut - starting from the prior curiosity of potentially hosting a stranded bard in his home and have them sing for him, to a bad surprise of finding intruders in his home craving to slay him for gold, further up to a chase in which turned out one of them simply wanted to explore the world, one of them truly just wanted a fight and see him dead, while the last piled his personal sexual desires onto him like he was just another fuck tool in the world of potentially good monster fucks —- and now - what the hell were those feelings? Fury? Disgust? Compassion? A wave of emotions came crushing hard into the old monster’s heart, who had planned this night to be a cozy and relaxed one. An overwhelming blend that wanted to force itself out, and did, partially, as the beast grimaced and unleashed a suppressed, furious growl. That was much more of a….held back groan. An overly annoyed rumble. The rolling thunder before the impending lightning bolt.

Harshly, a mighty dark claw grabbed Fern. Right by his waist, grabbing him mercilessly and dragging him out of his hiding spot. “…….Now…….for change…..”, his raspy, steaming voice breathed right into Fern’s face as he held the young man face-to-face close to his monstrous mug. “……Would you care to learn what  I   want…….?”

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Fern stared up at Risto, shifting as he seemed to mull something over. It sounded like Aífe was quiet now, and this was Risto wrestling with something all on his own. The silence tapered off with the sound of a growl. Fern couldn’t place it, but the growl sounded angry but-… tired as well. Exhausted.

Fern didn’t get the chance to question it. Risto’s hand jolted into the cabinet, his hand taking up most of the space. Fern couldn’t move. It snatched him by the waist, an iron-like grip jerking him out of the hiding spot and right up to Risto’s face. He gulped, trying to will his heart to move out of his throat.

Where normally Fern could ignore the icy grip of fear, he couldn’t ignore his inate desire to run and be as far away from this place as he could. His skin ran cold as Risto spoke. Never had Fern had a trip go so wrong. It was hard for him to imagine things could go south this quickly-he’d just wanted a good lay and to make a new companion.

It was clear, though, for now that wasn’t happening. He had no chance getting any closer to Risto in this state…and really, Fern couldn’t blame him for being upset. They’d intruded one his home, tried to kill him, fuck him, and/or trick him. Fern knew that Risto killed people, so it wasn’t a stretch to say he was a violent creature. But-he couldn’t help but feel bad. Risto was a monster physically, yes-but…was their little rag-tag team any better?

He hung his head a bit, letting out a slow sigh. The only answer he could muster was a nod. A slow, but very sure nod. Only seemed fair to listen to what Risto wanted-that was how most relationships started. And he’d already pushed himself behind step one of a good relationship-trust. Swallowing, Fern nodded again. He wanted to know what Risto wanted-and, if he could, he wanted to help make it happen. Within reason.

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“ROMANCE!”, the beast exclaimed passionately. “A lover who holds me tight and fills my womb with children!” He grasped Fern, held him and pressed him close to his meaty, burly chest. “A FULLFILLED DOMESTIC LOVELIFE with an ever expanding, growing family!”

Turning around to a swift sway to the side, holding Fern to an involuntarily, dramatic dance performance. His fat gut sloshed, burly warm flesh pressing into Fern’s slender frame. A big warm palm to Fern’s back, another to his left hand - then, another turn, another swift curve through the room. Dramatically bending forward, Fern suddenly graced with the old beast’s jaw right infront of his face, amber eyes sparking with passion and madness.

“YOU just want A FUCK and begone!”, he howled, hot drool spilling all over his jawline, dripping down onto Fern’s chest. A strong palm grasped the young man by the waist, firmly, yet gentle. Loving, almost. Pasisonately, hungry. “  I  ….WANT ETERNITY! - You like BIG - but MY DESIRES are way TOO BIG for YOU to handle~!”

He gazed at Fern, into his eyes - then the old man from the sea laughed - laughed out loud from the pits of his gut, excitedly, wildly - absolutely gone mad. Embracing the slender green haired human, holding him close to his heart, he danced with him, swirled around to an unspoken melody, a song that perhaps was only playing in his own head, a song of his own mighty mad laugh.

“My desire for songs exceeds the volume of your lungs - ”, he continued to euphorically boast, now addressing the two souls in his stomach, “My desire for a fight exceeds your might ~ BWAHAHAHAHAHR~~!!!”

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Fern flinched.  Romance-?  Before he could question Risto’s intentions, he found himself ripped from the safety of the cabinet, and held tightly to the old beast’s chest.  He tried to ignore the shapes of his companions pressing against him-though by the shifting and scrambling inside he got the idea they were still okay.  

The human yelped as he was twirled like a trapped ballerina, dipped and drooled on…making himself feel more like dinner, and less of a date.  He struggled to make sense of Risto’s rambling over his own panic and surprise.  It sounded like-Risto wanted a lifelong companion.  Was he looking for that in Fern?  Shaking his head, he tried to meet Risto’s gaze and read it, but with the world twirling around him, he could barely pick anything out.  

While he loved the idea of that kind of a relationship-this was going far too fast for Fern’s taste.  He appreciated the idea of romance-but a family?  That was never something he’d considered, especially with the style of life he preferred.  A part of him bit that back, though, deciding for now, it was best to go along with what Risto said.  He’d caused the maddened man enough pain tonight.  So, slowly, he allowed his head to rest on Risto’s middle and closed his eyes.  

~~

Much like Fern, Aife flinched as soon as Risto spoke again.  His voice rolled and boomed, drowning any of her thoughts out like a torrental storm.  One that she was trapped in-whether she wanted to be or not.  Meanwhile, Risto began to move, each step the beastly behemoth took sloshing and tossing her and Kenny.

For the most part, she couldn’t make sense of the old man’s rambling.  Romance?  A family?  Was he speaking to Fern?  She didn’t know, and frankly…wasn’t sure she wanted to.  Where Risto had seemed as solid and as sure as a mountain before-…Aife found herself comparing the beastly behemoth to a landslide.  Too much for one person, never mind three to handle, unstable, and likely to destroy them all if they weren’t careful.  

She blinked, though, as the conversation seemed to turn to her song and Kenny’s fight.  The dwarf blinked.  Well-of course he was louder than she was…it was hard to outsing the sound of rocks tumbling over a cliffside, and much like Risto, Aife had no chance in hell to compete with him.  Still…if she could talk him down, maybe they could reason something out.

“What a foolish proposition!”  Her voice rang through the sloshing and squishing around them.  “To have accepted this mission, your power a fact we forget!”  Though much softer and shaky, Aife pridefully lifted her voice.  “But if you’ll give us a chance, great sir with your dance…I swear we will repay our debt!~” ( @old-beast-risto-rp respond to this one and ignore my dumbassery again TwT I get too excited sobS)

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Aife’s voice managed to reach the old beast’s senses, as she howled - much more his senses than his actual mind. He kept holding Fern in this maddened embrace of a forced dance, only to shift one hand to place it onto his meaty gut. “BWAAHAHAHR, FEISTY LITTLE SOUL!“, he boasted, still laughing manically sounding like endless waves of thunder come crashing down. He squished down on his paunch, again, almost lovingly, engulfed by mad as well as appreciation for the bold little soul in his stomach speaking up. For Fern, the world must be turning right now - and so did for the old beast as well as for Aife and Kenny. All four of them, spinning, together, close and closer to each other than every one probably would have thought to the beginning of this eventful night. The monster from the sea, dancing with the off trio in his kitchen by now seemed to have become drunk on his own mad laughter. So much - too much. He, and the trio soon would learn. Like a lover, or an unwilling fleshy puppet - he had Fern grasped onto his chest, when he suddenly staggered. Among the boisterous, drumming laughter Aife and Kenny would be able to….sense something. The beast’s gut was stirring, staggering as well. Churning more than usual. It sounded. Ugly. The monsters laughter now came in rather convulsing episodes, his piling up to a fully maddened one, until - a strong, massive convulsion. And other one. With Fern in his arms, the big old beast hunched over and threw onto the ground - his queasy, churning stomach and it’s muscles regurgitated both Aife and Kenny out into freedom, from the deep, fleshy prison. Both now released, covered in stick, thick hot saliva — while the beast’s laughter, now a husky, raspy, sickly moan, as the massive man staggered backwards, tumbled and drop downed right into the tossed chairs on the floor. Laying there, on his back, hanging in fallen chairs, Fern still in his weak embrace, laughing, moaning sickly- 

[tinarps]

Fern closed his eyes, the world continuing to spin at a dizzying rate.  Faster, faster, faster…  He clung to Risto, fearing if he didn’t he’d be flung off like a pesky flea.  The deafening sound of Risto’s rumbling laughter drowned out whatever thought he had to try and get away.  All there was was laughter.  The spinning got worse, faster and faster and faster and then-

Something changed.  Everything jolted, and Fern found himself held tighter to Risto’s gut.  His face scrunched at the noises it made, accompanied by the panicked sounds inside.  Please, not like this- his mind raced to the worst likely outcome…Aife and Kenny weren’t getting out of there.  At least, not in one piece.  Or…so Fern thought.  

His world dropped, prompted by Risto hunching over.  This being followed by a sickening, gagging sound made only worse by Fern’s close proximity to the entire thing.  Eyes shot open, he turned his head and watched as a very befuddled Aife and Kenny plopped onto the floor with a wet noise.  Shivering, but before he could react, Fern was yanked backwards and nuzzled into Risto’s stomach once more.  

~~

Aife landed on her side with a grunt, grimacing as the spinning sensation ebbed away.  She shook as she pushed herself up, panting heavily before collapsing again.  From her position, she could make out Kenny’s slouched form and blinked as the human pushed herself up, staggering towards the entrance and exit.  Aife grimaced, rolling over.  Fern was laying…against Risto, looking like he’d been trapped beneath a boulder.  Thankfully, or perhaps regretfully, Risto seemed incapacitated.  

Slowly, Aife sat up.  She turned, watching Kenny continued to head for the door…and for once, Aife didn’t care.  If she left, so be it.  Aife crossed her legs and sighed, plopping her head into her hands.  Whatever happened, she didn’t want to cause any more trouble tonight.   

~~

Kenny staggered towards the door, her head still spinning from the impromptu merry-go-round.  But, she couldn’t make it to the door.  Her knees buckled, and she collapsed with a growl.  NO!  She needed to get out, to get away-Kenny grimaced, her back hunching as she slid to the floor.  

Her head turned, and she blinked, staring behind her.  She sighed.  This..wasn’t what a warrior did.  Warriors never left fights, and they sure as hell didn’t leave their companions behind.  Slowly, she allowed herself to sink to the floor.  She would take this the proper way, the only way a proper way a warrior would.  By facing it head on.  

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Incapacitated truly fit the state of the large old beast best. It looked like he had fully exhausted himself, thinking of it, it was to question whether he hadn’t been to his full strength to begin with. Hence the tired, heavy steps he dragged himself out of the ocean and up the stairs with, priorly to this whole chaos. He was most likely to see stars, or, little fishies, swirling around his head merry go round, flopped to the ground, halfways sluched in broken furniture. Groaning, moaning, occasionally grunting and raspily giggling as an exhausted epilogue of his prior mad laughter. Most likely not fully by his senses yet. His grasp on fern was lose. A meaty arm hung losely around Fern’s waist, who was positioned right ontop of his squishy belly, that wobbled weakly to the old man’s heavy breathing and dizzy groaning.

[tinarps]

Fern grimaced at teh heavy weight on his back-but as his head stopped spinning, he realized there was no real pressure against him.  Sighing, he pressed against Risto’s chest and winced, pushing himself up.  His gaze darted to Aife, and he sighed.  She was shaken…but okay.  He could live with that.  

The same seemed to apply for their big, bad monster of a problem…who looked exhausted beyond words.  Even still…Fern chuckled and shook his head.  Still cute…  But now wasn’t the time.  Gently, Fern pushed the massive claws away from his waist, collected himself, and hoisted himself off of Risto’s middle.  His feet hit the floor.  It was cold, and gave him enough of a shock to wear away the last of the dizziness from before.  

“Aife?  You okay?”  the human stumbled towards the dwarf, kneeling down.  She turned to face him, squinting.  

“…Aye,” she grunted, grimacing.  “N’ yerself?”

“I’m…okay.”  he nodded and smiled.  “Seems this…fight didn’t pan out, huh?”  his gaze flickered to Kenny, who was facing away from them.  “I…heard some of what happened, you and Kenny-”

“Dun’…worry, we’re okay.  Kenny n’I got history, an’we were jus’hashin’ it out.”  The dwarf smiled.  “Happens with friends…an’ partners, I guess,” Aife shrugged.  “But, eh…d’ye think…he’s gonna be okay?”  She nodded to Risto.  “He…seems…off…?”

Fern glanced back, nodding towards the incapacitated Risto.  “I…got no idea.  But I don’t think he’s…terribly pissed any more, so we’re in the clear for now.  Just…I dunno,” he rubbed his neck.  “Never had a lay go sideways that fast.  But, um…I don’t think we can leave him like that.  Seems sweet, for a…whatever he is,”  he looked to Aife.  “The fact we’re not dead kinda proves that…”  

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The massive creature kept hanging knocked out in the furniture, only shifting and shuffling softly as if he was still utterly dizzy and without orientation. He looked defeated, yet also kind of deadpan, excepting how it was, clearly not fighting it for the sake of it. A bit of mad laughter still mixing into it, even though, by now, it had drowned to nothing but a mumbling, a hazy, disorientated groan, looking rather drunk than anything else. Hazy amber eyes tiredly glanced over the little frames in his kitchen who moved slowly and who he heard talking. With dark, tar-like goop still spilled across his jaw, now dribbling down onto his chest from his earlier spewing, he tried to sit up - and failed. With a raspy, low rumbled he just sank back into the chairs. Tired, dazed eyes pinpointed Fern, Aife, Kenny, but swiftly returned to Fern and he kept watching him. He didn’t seem to realize their conversation. A dumb, drunken smile crept into the corners of his maw as another, low, raspy old chuckle rolled from his throat, barely hearable though. Now looking so out of it, his tired gaze almost had something flirtatious.

[tinarps]

Fern lifted his head again, looking to Risto once more.  Though he didn’t make out the chuckle, he caught sight of a sharp-toothed smile.  Now that…was more his speed.  Smirking, Fern flashed the old beast a wink and turned his attention to Kenny.  Fern slowly approached, kneeling next to the other human.  She said nothing.  

“Hey,” he sighed.  “Look-you…we aren’t gonna fight any more.  So…either you stick around and play nice, or…I guess leave.” 

Kenny’s head lifted, and she peered at him.  Fern flinched.  That…was not the look of someone who wanted to talk.  He opened his mouth, closed it, and stood.  No point in trying to argue with her, he guessed.  Better to focus on the other two…one of them being Risto.  Who…was looking less angry by the moment.  A good thing, Fern guessed.  

“Hey, Aife?”  Fern called his head turning to the ktichen.  Risto had mentioned food, and he assumed it was still cooking…nothing to bring folks together like a good meal.  “Keep an eye on Risto…I’m going to finish some dinner.”

~~

Aife sighed, having rested her head on her knees while Fern spoke to Kenny.  She didn’t care much what was said, preferring a rest after all that had happened.  Her gaze flickered as Fern spoke to her, nodding into her knees before standing.  Sure enough Fern was headed for the kitchen, rubbing his hands together.  Leaving her…to Risto.  

She looked to the big beast, biting her lower lip.  Humans were tall compared to her, but Risto was massive…  Hells, she hardly took up the space one of his hands occupied.  The dwarf gulped.  Despite herself, she stood and began to approach the resting Risto.  

“Ah-…hm…”  Aife mumbled as she came closer.  “I’m-…er, how’re ye feelin’, sir?”  A wary smile parted her lips, and she found herself staring at Risto’s much more intimidating grin.  She shuddered, remembering the black and dark void beyond them.  To take her mind off it, Aife let her gaze drop to the floor.  The ground was comforting.  Stones and rocks were familiar, something she could hold onto…something she understood.  

“Yer home is lovely,” Aife mused.  “All th’stars, an th’sea…feels so freein’, even though yer indoors,” she glanced up for a moment, just to offer Risto a nod before her gaze fell back to the floor.  “M’da always said th’rocks’ll keep ye safe, keep yer secrets, and keep yer spirit if ye let’em…”

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The wooden, painted chair creeked painfully as the massive frame of the old man from the sea shifted in it. He wasn’t exactly trying to move or get up anymore, just let himself hang in there, defeated. Unlike his body, his gaze was moving. It switched to Fern and watched him with tired curiosity, then, went back to the dwarfen bard who was now approaching him. A tired, low-energy smug smirk still rested on his lips. Like a sassy fighter who wasn’t admitting to his defeat - or, more like a mad beast who didn’t seem to care at this point. When Aife spoke to him, he listened, attentively, even though dizzy, not taking his amber eyes off her. “……….What is this~?“, his raspy voice slumbered from his lips as he asked with a curious stare, “…….You’re not running?…“ WIth this he included all three of them - Kenny, Aife and Fern, who all weren’t running away, fleeing as fast as they could, had they all been so luckily removed from his fleshy prison as well as his iron grasp. His empty, yet fat belly jiggled as he chuckled tiredly, letting his gaze not draw away from Aife. He truly seemed interested in getting his question answered, though, he also added a response to Aife’s musings about his home. “It gets lonely“, it tumbled out between his sharp fangs, barely visible, as he only barely parted his lips to speak. His expression was an odd one. An odd mix of defeat, bitterness, acceptence, laziness, curiosity. 

[tinarps]

Aife smiled sheepishly as Risto spoke to her, nodding at his questions.  She...didn’t run, no.  Had no plans of running, not from this fight...or what would have been a fight, and one that Aife was very happy didn’t happen.  “Nah, sir...I dun’need t’leave.”  The little dwarf shrugged with a smile.  “I...we aren’ gonna bug ya any more.”  

Nodding to Fern, who was busy at the stove, Aife broke into a friendly smile.  “Fern’s gonna fix up yer dinner, sir, an’ we’d like t’share it if ye’ll have it.  An’ then...we’ll be on our way, n’ye’ll never hear from us again.”  She rubbed her neck, frowning at the prospect.  If they left, all of those stories...none of them would be heard.  

Hesitantly, she stepped closer to Risto, peering up at him through a slobbery braid.  Lonely...?  Her face fell, and she took a moment to mull that over.  It...made sense.  Being in a tower, this far from anyone, and especially with the rumor that he was a monster, Aife could see him feeling lonely.  

“I...well,”  Aife stepped to the side of the chair, settling beside the big demon’s side.  She smiled up at him.  “Ya’ve got company now, even if it’s temporary...”

~~

Fern looked over the remnants of the seaweed, frowning to himself.  It was burned...but not badly.  There was some of it that could be salvaged.  Slowly, he reached to the pot and moved it aside.  If he scraped the seaweed off the top, he could try to make something of it... A soup seemed in order, with all that had happened.  

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DND RP part 2

Fern continued to move Aife behind him as Risto watched, both he and the dwarf flinching at the roar of the beast.  Though Fern was by no means an easy scare, he felt on edge, more than he’d ever been in any fight.  Kenny was still out of reach, her eyes back on Risto as soon as Fern was out of the way and with Aife out of harm’s way.  At his back, he felt Aife trembling, her shaking only getting worse the more angry Risto became.  

“Please, sir-”  the dwarf’s shaky voice called, only for Risto to move like a stormy wave.  He crashed over Kenny, blocking Fern’s view…  But he knew what had happened with the first heavy swallow.  Fern’s blood went cold.  Just like that; he’d eaten her just like that.  His clever plan to talk Risto down flew out the window as he retreated, dragging a frozen Aife with him.

~~

Kenny had no time to prepare.  She couldn’t, before she’d had any time there was a mass of black flesh over and around her.  Instead of yelping, the human let out a snarl all her own.  “NO!”  Kenny bellowed, her voice raising above the squelching around her.  

Though she couldn’t see, Kenny’s hand scrabbled at the back of the beast’s throat, free hand grabbing onto whatever rolls of flesh she could and digging her fingernails into it as hard as she could.  She used the moments between swallows to force her knees into action, hooking and spreading them as far as the cramped space allowed to try and choke the beast.  At the same time, she wrenched her arm still holding her club in an attempt to force it sideways, and give her time to get herself together.  

This wasn’t her first time in a gullet.  She would be damned before it was her last.  

~~

Aife watched in a silent horror, lurching forwards as Risto rained on Kenny.  The sound of a swallow set the dwarf into motion, pulling against Fern’s hand with a  choked yelp.  She had to help-she needed to help!  Kenny couldn’t make it inside on her own, not if she ended up-scrambling against Fern, she forced the human’s grip loose and sprinted towards the beast.  

“YA CAN’T EAT ME!”  Her voice was squeaky and scared, but loud as she ran past the giant, hoping to pull his attention away from Fern and keep his gaze on her.  She turned around and picked a rock from the ground, tossing it at Risto’s gut.  “YER TOO SLOW~!”  To anyone else, Fern included she imagined, this had to look like a madwoman’s attempt to get caught…  But really, it was something much more than that.  ——————————————– The old beast gagged. This feisty fighter truly got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t help but to give her silent kudos for her reflexes, as usually people weren’t that fast to move like that still stuck halfway his throat. Everyone on the outside was graced with an image of a massive monstrous man, tumbling in his own kitchen, hunched over and gagging aggressively from a squirmy, large bulge in his throat. Something sharp could have caused him some serious trouble right now, however, as strong and powerful Kenny’s stance was, along with her mighty club, the beast’s muscles were used to force down stubborn prey. Despite the warm confines of this monster’s throat were uncannily coated with thick layers of slippery slime-like saliva- So, the mighty man from the sea swallowed angrily, spewing black drool all over his carpets, as his angry, heated gaze now focused on the little dwarf. The little mouse who had fooled him - who had tried to lure him with the promise of a song, cloud his mind, deceived him- Too furious to calculate, the massive, heavy brute went of her - still growling, swallowing down forcefully on Kenny, pushing her down further and further his throat. Oooohhh these cheeky, foolish mice!!! He’d DEVOUR THEM ALL.  He was not having this! IT WAS HIS CHILL OUT SATURDAY! THE SATURDAY HE HAD PLANNED WITH GARLIC SEAWEED AND FISH CHIPS AND HIS FAVORITE TV SHOW - HE WAS NOT HAVING THESE WANNA BE BEAST SLAYERS MESS WITH HIM LIKE THAT!!!! Like a mad beast, the monstrous man went just after Aife, the madwoman, running from him. Taking a leap through his own kitchen and knocking off a chushioned seat and a hand-painted table off with his big gut, trying to catch the little mouse~

[tinarps]

Kenny laughed triumphantly, hearing and feeling the damned beast choking on her.  For a while, at least-long enough, Kenny hoped.  The walls crushed in on her, forcing her arms and legs flush and further into the massive beast.  Thankfully, or perhaps regrettably, the trip down wasn’t long.  She was crammed into a roomier, but still cramped room that smelled…muggy.  Groaning, Kenny pushed herself up and grabbed her bat.  She shifted it so it stretched out in front of her, and brought the handle to her chest.  Then, like a battering ram, she thrust it outwards like a battering ram.   “LET ME OUT!!”  The human screeched, repeating the action.  Before she could keep going on a third strike, the room scrunched in and clenched with Risto’s movements.  Kenny didn’t’ have time to steady herself.  The organic room pitched again.  

~~

Aife squeaked as Risto’s attention shifted to her, scrambling away from Risto as he reared on her.  Of course, she was hardly fast compared to the giant man, but she managed to get some solid ground due to her small size.  She ran for the cooking side of the kitchen, skittering into the most narrow part of the room to try and keep Risto busy.  

She turned her head as she ran, ducking under another chair and rushing from under it towards another room.  It didn’t matter if he caught her now-as long as he didn’t chew.  He didn’t seem the type to, thankfully.  Once Aife felt she had a good distance from Risto, she stopped to watch her oncoming doom.  

Her head lifted, watching Risto as he came closer like a rushing train.  “If…it’s any compensation,”  she murmured, “I meant it when…I said I’d sing fer ye,” though she doubted it would do any good to prevent what was going to happen, Aife felt like she needed to hear it.  

~~

While AIfe was busy distracting Risto, Fern had made the most of his time:  he managed to hide behind something in the kitchen.  Through watching Aife scrambling past, no doubt Risto not far behind, he had no idea what he was ducking behind.  It was enough for him to press his back against and sigh, trying to focus and keep himself from panicking.  Okay-okay.  He’d been through worse than this.  There were bigger battles that he’d fought-but right now, charm was going to do him no favors.  

The beast was far beyond reasoning, charm, anything but rage…  He couldn’t help Aife and Kenny as it was, not where they were.  His best bet was to stay low, stay hidden, and try to help them when Risto was more calm.  As long as he didn’t come looking for a third course…  Fern glanced through the kitchen, biting his lip.  His eyes fell on some sort of cabinet or wardrobe, and he hesitated.  Slowly, he pushed himself up and squirmed inside the cramped space, closing the door behind him.  

Fern whispered a concealment spell-nothing much, but enough to make the shadows of the cabinet cover him more completely and hopefully confused the naked eye.  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

In a moment where the old beast wouldn’t have been so enraged, with a belly full of a fierce human going ham on him with a bat, he probably would have heard Aife’s murmured words. He probably would have listened, thought, considered. Possibly calmed down even. Unfortunately, his fury was still raging, and, after all, he did feel that stone on his tummy. Getting thrown at with stones! IN HIS OWN HOUSE! The monstrous man truly wasn’t taking anything of this little group no more. No hesitation was met with Aife, as the massive frame came rushing in, jaws parting once more, and underneath the crashing sound of a chair being burried underneath his weight, poor Aife was devoured as well. Feling much more like a mere crumb in the fat monster’s gullet, he swallowed once single time to force the little bard down his gullet - down to her rampaging friend, filling his belly. Drooling. Gasping. Wheezing. The beast knealt on the floor, feeling his paunch getting filled with the second of the trio. The powerful bumps and pushes he just had felt had lured a breathless moan from him, a big raspy wheeze. Again, he was surprised at this little human’s strength - unfortunately though for both Kenny and Aife - his stomach was built to endure and withstand exactly this. Thick, meaty walls sturdy and slimy, layers upon layers of flesh and muscles to ensure keeping the prey tightly locked into it’s fleshy prison. The fleshy prison that was still missing the third member. Still wheezing loudly, now soaked in sweat, his grey hair all messed up and tousled, the big beastly man turned around. Looked around. Squinted. Growled. Sniffed. A brief scan of his messed up kitchen showed no signs of this green haired little human. Like an animal he turned around, prowling through his kitchen, breathingly noisily, deep and husky. “………There’s no use in hiding, little mouse…..”, he growled lowly, supporting himself on the knocked over table, browsing through the room slowly. For now, he seemed to go through every corner but the kitchen cabinet Fern had managed to hide into~ 

[tinarps]

Aife squeaked as she was engulfed with the sight of black flesh, given no time to react before Risto’s mouth crashed closed around her.  Unlike Kenny, Aife had no fight-save an instinctual squirm as everything squashed into her, and she was jetted downwards with a wet noise.  The trip was slow and miserable, but it wasn’t too long before the little dwarf spilled into the crowded room, right on top of Kenny.  

She heard Kenny growl a greeting, thankfully having put her bat away.  Aife sat up as best she could, whispering a spell beneath her breath.  She could feel Kenny shiver, though she didn’t bark at Aife for the magic.  Kenny knew what it was for.  Aife waited for the tingling to stop before resettling herself, making sure she and Kenny were still touching-it wasn’t difficult with such a closed space.  

“…We didn’ have t’fight,” Aife said.  She reached into her bag, pulling a small stone from inside.  It began to glow a soft light, giving the two a view of their living prison cell.  “He-…I dun’ think he’d have fought if ya’d given me time-”  

“We don’t have time, Fee.  He’s a monster.  He kills people.  We can’t let him live, with or without the bounty.”  Kenny’s voice was clipped, a sign the point wasn’t up for discussion.  

Aife sighed, studying their current whereabouts.  The walls were a deep obsidian, truly completing the feeling of being swallowed up.  One would think being in as many gullets as she had, Aife would be used to such a sight…every time was just as unnerving as the last, though.    

~~

Fern pulled himself as far into the cabinet as he could, lips clamped to keep himself still and silent as he sat.  He took a moment, thinking through his options.  Spells, spells-he didn’t know many, just one that…  His gaze flickered to the door.  Maybe if he couldn’t be found, he could talk Risto down.  

“Please,” Fern spoke up.  But-his voice didn’t come from his mouth.  His voice floated behind Risto, as though the human was behind him.  A simple projection spell-nothing fancy, but hopefully enough to disorient and refocus Risto’s attention.  “You’re upset.  We broke into your home, your sanctuary with the intent to hurt you.  But believe me when I say we had no idea-…we…”  While he could shoot for a lie, Fern didn’t want to muddy the waters any more than Kenny already had.  Charm hadn’t worked, either.  So…maybe his best option was honesty, a chance to regain some trust.  

When he spoke up again, his voice echoed from further away, now coming from another room.  “Look-…if nothing else,” he sighed and rubbed his face with a grimace.  “Just don’t hurt the dwarf.  Please-she didn’t want to come here to begin with.  Take it out on me, or on the other human, but leave her out of it.  Please.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Not only Aife seemed thankful for Kenny having put her bat away - for now at least. So was the might old sea beast, still wheezing from the short-lived but wild hunt across his kitchen. Usually rather intrigued in feeling his unfortunate prey squirm all about inside of his guts - those punches by this human were quite something else. His attention was now all on the last of the trio, the young man, and he was glad his stomach’s filling was settling for the while……….Eager to get it filled with the last bite of the three-portioned dinner.

When the young man’s voice suddenly appeared something right behind him, the beast turned around swiftly, almost spitting out a triumphant laugh at…………..nothing?! Dumbfounded, he squinted, looked around, blinked, irritated. Hearing the young man speak further, he listened, until it dawned on him. “….Mmmhhhh….magic.…”, he murmured underneath his breath, dragging his gaze through the kitchen once more. Clever, little mouse…. Giving Fern kudos for this clever little spell, casted from whereever he was hiding, the old beast decided to give him a listen. Still catching up on his own breath, the fat beast settled down on a painted, wooden chair he previous had knocked down. Slouching in it and gave his big belly room to hang in his lap. Sweating, exhausted, attention to the young man’s voice.

“Ohhh? Is that so?”, he then repsonded to Fern claiming Aife’s involuntary involvement in this mission, “To me she didn’t look like you two violently forced her all across the ocean and up the stairs of my lighthouse~….. What exactly was her task in all of this? Act as bait? A little bouncy delicious worm to lure the big fish in the sea? So the brave barbarian could swing her mighty stick and cash in all the gold?” He spat out a boisterous ugly laugh and almost pridefully rubbed his fat belly with victorious vigor.

“Mhhh, what are you saying there, boy~? Taking you instead of her~? Exchanging places so you would be in and she would be out? Oooohohohoho, haven’t you seen that fire in her little eyes? That bold spark that glistened in her soul when I swallowed your stick-swinging friend~? Be ensured, if I took you in her place, she would not stop pestering me about letting her friends out. Probably singing me a song about it, even, bwahhahahaahar!………………………………mh. I rellay would have liked to hear that.”, he added the last bit drily and more quietly, his boisterous laugh swiftly drying out. Only when he heard the young man’s voice now coming from another corner of the room, a certain smugness settled back in on the old beast’s mug, a piercing gaze into the direction from which Ferns voice echoed.

“…..Tell me, boy”, he then cooed, “What was your part in all of this? Didn’t see you carry any kind of weapon with you. You guys really didn’t just plan to slay me with a stick, did you?~”

[tinarps]

Aífe leaned back as best she could, grimacing at the feeling of stomach walls squishing around her and her company. Risto seemed to be settling down, a good thing considering how the walls got more tense the more he moved. While she wanted to hash things out with Kenny-there wasn’t much point with Risto speaking. Even quietly, his voice drowned hers out tenfold.

Though she couldn’t hear Fern, she picked up that he and Risto were talking about her. She shrank back as Risto spoke about her role in the job, curling into herself shamefully. She didn’t want to be here. Not for any of it. When she’d agreed to travel with Kenny, she’s wanted to explore the world, meet new people and learn new things! So far she had, but…there was still blood on her hands. Aífe hated this was the only way she’d learn to explore. She had stained the earth with blood that wasn’t hers…her ancestors would be ashamed.

Aífe blinked. The tone shifted. Was…Fern defending her? Why? He was-he’s offered to take her place… Sitting up, Aífe strained to hear more of what was going on. She got the idea Risto had no intention of letting her out, but-the thougjt that Fern would speak in her favor was touching nonetheless. Though, when Risto mentioned her singing to him, Aífe couldn’t help but pipe in, “I would have loved t’sing, sir…”

~~

Fern hadn’t expected Risto to agree into letting Aífe out-a fact that made his gut weigh heavy. He felt bad. People like Aífe didn’t deserve that type of fate. She was too little to fight for herself; it made sense she stuck with powerful fighters so she could see the world. But…that was the bad thing about traveling in parties. Fern was blessed enough to be a human, a far more formidable opponent than a dwarf.

As Risto addressed him, Questioning his purpose in the group, Fern laughed. “My intentions aren’t as wholesome as Aife’s…” slowly, he reclined in the cabinet, lacing his arms behind his head. “You could say that I like to gain…experience. Just in a different way~,” humming, Fern blinked as his voice began to return to him. The spell wasn’t permanent; it was bound to happen eventually.

Figuring he’d better get the word out before he could be found, Fern sighed. “Monsters make a good lay,” he shrugged. “I like gaining experience in the bedroom~. You be surprised how many big, scary beasties love being thrown down and told what to do… Or how ravenous they can really be~.” Chuckling, he closed his eyes. Better to make this blunt. “My plan was to get you in bed. Ravage you, or let you ravage me in a passionate night of lovemaking. Maybe cook some breakfast and be on my way…and visit whenever I’m in town~.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Unfortunately, Aife’s voice didn’t reach old Risto’s senses here. In a quiet moment, he surely would have picked up her speaking, even within his churning stomach, but now, his attention rested all on the magically roaming voice of Fern and the conversation he was having with him.

He still sat slouching in that old chair, kept a big palm ontop of his gurgling gut and maintained giving it occasinal rubs as he was all ears on what fern had to say. All ears on his explaination what kind of part he was playing in all of this.

Hearing what the young man had to say, however…..did stir quite the response. It seemed, Fern’s words were managing to do something to the old beast. The further he spoke, the more his smug smile got wiped out of his face. So much it almost formed to a dumb looking line pointing downwards at the ends - while the grey complexion of his face grew…..a red hue. Something was stirring. Boiling. “WHAT??!?!!”, his raspy voice boomed, thunderous and sharper than ever before. With a muffled thud the chair crashed down onto the carpet as the beast rushed up to his feet, standing tall.  Amber eyes, burning with furious sparks, shifted and slowly found their aim at the kitchen cabinet a couple of corners away.

“You broke into my home in the middle of the night…..along with your friend out on a mission to kill me for money….TO WHAT!?? MAKE LOVE TO ME IN THE BEDROOM??! FOR YOUR EXPERIENCE?!!?” A mighty, heavy step forward. “….Ravage me, eh……? Before or after your friend would have killed me, you nasty little creature?!” Another step. His broad, heavy chest heaving up and down, teeth bared yet again to a snarling, furious grimace. A big claw-like hand grabbing the handle to the cabinet, pulling it open with rage. “Oooohhhhhhh you ARE going to serve me breakfast, boy in the closet, you ARE………..”

[tinarps]

Fern scrambled backwards, yelping as the door to the cabinet was ripped open.  He shivered, staring at Risto like a cornered animal.  Shit.  That…had not gone how he had planned.  

“No-wait!”  He threw his hands in front of himself, backing into the farthest corner of the cabinet.  “Please, that’s not-that isn’t what I meant!  What I mean to say is, Aife and I never wanted to fight; hell, I didn’t think we were coming here for that!  Kenny-I don’t want to throw her under the bus, but-I thought she was kidding when she said she wanted to go after you!  Have you seen our party?!  There’s no way in hell we’d win!”

~~

“CRAM IT, BOTH OF YOU!”  Kenny barked, crossing her arms with a scowl.  She slouched against the stomach walls, trying to will herself against fighting the walls any more.  Hurting Aife wasn’t on her agenda.  “We lost.  That’s it.”  Her head rested against the stomach wall of the beast, eyes closing.  There wasn’t any point delaying the inevitable.  

She opened an eye as the walls shifted.  Though she couldn’t see, she could feel a glare from Aife on her.  The dwarf’s voice sliced through the ambient sound of the gut working around them.  

“NO, YOU CRAM IT!”  The dwarf screeched, her voice almost echoing with its intensity.  “Godsdamnit, this entire mess is YER FAULT!  Can’t ye see that?!  Ye dragged me here, Fern here, all b’cause ye wanted a fight.  An’ya know that’s the truth!  NONE of us wanted t’be here but YOU!”  

Kenny recoiled, blinking as Aife’s legs thrashed against hers.  Though she didn’t break contact, she tried to ease herself away from the raging little dwarf.  She opened her mouth to protest, only to have Aife cut her off with a snarl.  

~~

Aife balled her fists, scrunching her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.  “I NEVER wanted t’be bait!  I didn’ ASK t’be the smallest one in th’group!  D’ye think I LIKE tricking poor creatures inta eating me so ye can gut em’?!  I HATE IT!  Ye take all this time talkn’ about a fair fight but ye’ve never had a fair fight b’fore!  Yer angry b’cause ye think all these beasts deserve punishment fer takin’ their anger out on others, or actin’ the way they were meant ta’act-BUT YER NO FECKIN BETTER!”  Her voice broke into a croaking sob, and she wiped her face shakily.  “I jus’…I wanted t’learn about th’world…ain’t left home b’fore, an’ ye took advantage’ve me…  An’- an’ now I’m…I can’t learn anythin’ because of you.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

“MAKE UP YOUR MIND, FOOLISH HUMAN! KILL, FUCK, GAWK AT? WHAT IS IT?!?”, the beast roared in response, “DO I LOOK LIKE A TOURIST ATTRACTION TO YOU?!”

Ironically enough, the only thing that seemed to calm the big beast down from his fury was to see Fern’s fear. Seeing the insolent little human flinch, trying to back off in further in the already crammed space, away from the fat beast’s gaping maw. “What is it, human?”, the raspy thunderous voice growled, again now thick and heavy with sass. “Didn’t you want to exchange yourself for your singing friend~?” The massive jaws were reaching into the cabin, gaping, fat tongue swirling around as a doomed, terrifying invitation.

It was then when the little voice from deep within himself was loud enough, by far oud enough for him to hear. Oooohhh. The fury. The anger. The big beast chuckled and couldn’t help but to give his belly yet another rub. This time, almost lovingly. “Look who’s speaking up~”, he murmured softly, yet, not without his amber eyes waitingly falling back onto Fern.

[tinarps]

“FUCK!”  Fern cried, rubbing his face with a groan.  “I WANTED TO FUCK YOU-NOT FOR ANYONE’S SAKE BUT MY OWN!”  Slowly, he rolled over and pushed himself back up, forcing himself to meet Risto’s gaze, though his cheeks flushed red.  Whether it was from the effort of confronting someone so dangerous, or perhaps the meaning of what he was about to admit.  

“I like monsters.  They’re big and attractive and godsdamnit I-just-…ugh, I like how they feel in bed!”  He fumbled with his words a moment, looking away to gather his thoughts.  “You are a monster, a big, bad beast and I want to either have you throw me down and rock me right, or…or try to tame you myself!  Do you know how invigorating it is to-just?!”  The human waved his hands in front of his face, the open maw before him making it very hard to focus on emotions.  

He couldn’t further explain himself, though, as Risto’s attention was drawn elsewhere.  Fern blinked, his eyes gliding down to the larger man’s gut.  Was…Aife calling out?  Squinting, Fern tried to make sense of just what the dwarf was saying…but between his panicking heart, Risto’s breath and his own, he couldn’t hear anything.  It was a quiet, muffled noise.  So, he sat in silence as Risto listened, meeting those amber stars with a shaky stare.  

~~

Aife growled again, about to let loose on Kenny even further, but found herself being addressed by their host.  She squeaked as the walls shifted, a pressure from the outside nudging the living barrier at her back.  The dwarf blinked, her head craning upwards.  She opened, closed,and reopened her mouth.  

“Sir-I’m real sorry we broke inta’ yer house, honest I am.  I didn’…I wasn’ happy t’be on this quest, didn’ really wanna bug ye…  An’ if we dun get outta this-…if…we dun’ get out, I bless yer home an’hope th’earth is kind t’ye.”  Sighing, Aife settled back and tried to not focus on her impending doom…if it was ever to come.  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

The beast squinted scandalized in response of this young man unleashing his personal desires upon him. his fat slimy tongue retreated back into his mouth where his lips formed a repulsed expression. The instant a mighty response was just about to roll from his gullet, he sensed the little bard inside of him. Reaching for him and his attention. He couldn’t help but to listen to her, too. To her apology, her impending goodbye, even. Feeling the little creature shift inside of his stomach, while his amber eyes darted back into the cabinet to the young man…. Something happened. Something happened that hadn’t happened to the old beast in quite a while. He found himself overwhelmed. Not physically. But. Emotionally.

Right, emotions. He had them, too, right? A wild mix of emotions and feelings were beginning to stir and pile up within the beast’s gut - starting from the prior curiosity of potentially hosting a stranded bard in his home and have them sing for him, to a bad surprise of finding intruders in his home craving to slay him for gold, further up to a chase in which turned out one of them simply wanted to explore the world, one of them truly just wanted a fight and see him dead, while the last piled his personal sexual desires onto him like he was just another fuck tool in the world of potentially good monster fucks —- and now - what the hell were those feelings? Fury? Disgust? Compassion? A wave of emotions came crushing hard into the old monster’s heart, who had planned this night to be a cozy and relaxed one. An overwhelming blend that wanted to force itself out, and did, partially, as the beast grimaced and unleashed a suppressed, furious growl. That was much more of a….held back groan. An overly annoyed rumble. The rolling thunder before the impending lightning bolt.

Harshly, a mighty dark claw grabbed Fern. Right by his waist, grabbing him mercilessly and dragging him out of his hiding spot. “…….Now…….for change…..”, his raspy, steaming voice breathed right into Fern’s face as he held the young man face-to-face close to his monstrous mug. “……Would you care to learn what  I   want…….?”

[tinarps]

Fern stared up at Risto, shifting as he seemed to mull something over. It sounded like Aífe was quiet now, and this was Risto wrestling with something all on his own. The silence tapered off with the sound of a growl. Fern couldn’t place it, but the growl sounded angry but-… tired as well. Exhausted.

Fern didn’t get the chance to question it. Risto’s hand jolted into the cabinet, his hand taking up most of the space. Fern couldn’t move. It snatched him by the waist, an iron-like grip jerking him out of the hiding spot and right up to Risto’s face. He gulped, trying to will his heart to move out of his throat.

Where normally Fern could ignore the icy grip of fear, he couldn’t ignore his inate desire to run and be as far away from this place as he could. His skin ran cold as Risto spoke. Never had Fern had a trip go so wrong. It was hard for him to imagine things could go south this quickly-he’d just wanted a good lay and to make a new companion.

It was clear, though, for now that wasn’t happening. He had no chance getting any closer to Risto in this state…and really, Fern couldn’t blame him for being upset. They’d intruded one his home, tried to kill him, fuck him, and/or trick him. Fern knew that Risto killed people, so it wasn’t a stretch to say he was a violent creature. But-he couldn’t help but feel bad. Risto was a monster physically, yes-but…was their little rag-tag team any better?

He hung his head a bit, letting out a slow sigh. The only answer he could muster was a nod. A slow, but very sure nod. Only seemed fair to listen to what Risto wanted-that was how most relationships started. And he’d already pushed himself behind step one of a good relationship-trust. Swallowing, Fern nodded again. He wanted to know what Risto wanted-and, if he could, he wanted to help make it happen. Within reason.

[old-beast-risto-rp]

“ROMANCE!”, the beast exclaimed passionately. “A lover who holds me tight and fills my womb with children!” He grasped Fern, held him and pressed him close to his meaty, burly chest. “A FULLFILLED DOMESTIC LOVELIFE with an ever expanding, growing family!”

Turning around to a swift sway to the side, holding Fern to an involuntarily, dramatic dance performance. His fat gut sloshed, burly warm flesh pressing into Fern’s slender frame. A big warm palm to Fern’s back, another to his left hand - then, another turn, another swift curve through the room. Dramatically bending forward, Fern suddenly graced with the old beast’s jaw right infront of his face, amber eyes sparking with passion and madness.

“YOU just want A FUCK and begone!”, he howled, hot drool spilling all over his jawline, dripping down onto Fern’s chest. A strong palm grasped the young man by the waist, firmly, yet gentle. Loving, almost. Pasisonately, hungry. “  I  ….WANT ETERNITY! - You like BIG - but MY DESIRES are way TOO BIG for YOU to handle~!”

He gazed at Fern, into his eyes - then the old man from the sea laughed - laughed out loud from the pits of his gut, excitedly, wildly - absolutely gone mad. Embracing the slender green haired human, holding him close to his heart, he danced with him, swirled around to an unspoken melody, a song that perhaps was only playing in his own head, a song of his own mighty mad laugh.

“My desire for songs exceeds the volume of your lungs - ”, he continued to euphorically boast, now addressing the two souls in his stomach, “My desire for a fight exceeds your might ~ BWAHAHAHAHAHR~~!!!”

[tinarps]

Fern flinched.  Romance-?  Before he could question Risto’s intentions, he found himself ripped from the safety of the cabinet, and held tightly to the old beast’s chest.  He tried to ignore the shapes of his companions pressing against him-though by the shifting and scrambling inside he got the idea they were still okay.  

The human yelped as he was twirled like a trapped ballerina, dipped and drooled on…making himself feel more like dinner, and less of a date.  He struggled to make sense of Risto’s rambling over his own panic and surprise.  It sounded like-Risto wanted a lifelong companion.  Was he looking for that in Fern?  Shaking his head, he tried to meet Risto’s gaze and read it, but with the world twirling around him, he could barely pick anything out.  

While he loved the idea of that kind of a relationship-this was going far too fast for Fern’s taste.  He appreciated the idea of romance-but a family?  That was never something he’d considered, especially with the style of life he preferred.  A part of him bit that back, though, deciding for now, it was best to go along with what Risto said.  He’d caused the maddened man enough pain tonight.  So, slowly, he allowed his head to rest on Risto’s middle and closed his eyes.  

~~

Much like Fern, Aife flinched as soon as Risto spoke again.  His voice rolled and boomed, drowning any of her thoughts out like a torrental storm.  One that she was trapped in-whether she wanted to be or not.  Meanwhile, Risto began to move, each step the beastly behemoth took sloshing and tossing her and Kenny.

For the most part, she couldn’t make sense of the old man’s rambling.  Romance?  A family?  Was he speaking to Fern?  She didn’t know, and frankly…wasn’t sure she wanted to.  Where Risto had seemed as solid and as sure as a mountain before-…Aife found herself comparing the beastly behemoth to a landslide.  Too much for one person, never mind three to handle, unstable, and likely to destroy them all if they weren’t careful.  

She blinked, though, as the conversation seemed to turn to her song and Kenny’s fight.  The dwarf blinked.  Well-of course he was louder than she was…it was hard to outsing the sound of rocks tumbling over a cliffside, and much like Risto, Aife had no chance in hell to compete with him.  Still…if she could talk him down, maybe they could reason something out.

“What a foolish proposition!”  Her voice rang through the sloshing and squishing around them.  “To have accepted this mission, your power a fact we forget!”  Though much softer and shaky, Aife pridefully lifted her voice.  “But if you’ll give us a chance, great sir with your dance…I swear we will repay our debt!~” ( @old-beast-risto-rp respond to this one and ignore my dumbassery again TwT I get too excited sobS)

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Aife’s voice managed to reach the old beast’s senses, as she howled - much more his senses than his actual mind. He kept holding Fern in this maddened embrace of a forced dance, only to shift one hand to place it onto his meaty gut. “BWAAHAHAHR, FEISTY LITTLE SOUL!“, he boasted, still laughing manically sounding like endless waves of thunder come crashing down. He squished down on his paunch, again, almost lovingly, engulfed by mad as well as appreciation for the bold little soul in his stomach speaking up. For Fern, the world must be turning right now - and so did for the old beast as well as for Aife and Kenny. All four of them, spinning, together, close and closer to each other than every one probably would have thought to the beginning of this eventful night. The monster from the sea, dancing with the off trio in his kitchen by now seemed to have become drunk on his own mad laughter. So much - too much. He, and the trio soon would learn. Like a lover, or an unwilling fleshy puppet - he had Fern grasped onto his chest, when he suddenly staggered. Among the boisterous, drumming laughter Aife and Kenny would be able to….sense something. The beast’s gut was stirring, staggering as well. Churning more than usual. It sounded. Ugly. The monsters laughter now came in rather convulsing episodes, his piling up to a fully maddened one, until - a strong, massive convulsion. And other one. With Fern in his arms, the big old beast hunched over and threw onto the ground - his queasy, churning stomach and it’s muscles regurgitated both Aife and Kenny out into freedom, from the deep, fleshy prison. Both now released, covered in stick, thick hot saliva — while the beast’s laughter, now a husky, raspy, sickly moan, as the massive man staggered backwards, tumbled and drop downed right into the tossed chairs on the floor. Laying there, on his back, hanging in fallen chairs, Fern still in his weak embrace, laughing, moaning sickly- 

[tinarps]

Fern closed his eyes, the world continuing to spin at a dizzying rate.  Faster, faster, faster…  He clung to Risto, fearing if he didn’t he’d be flung off like a pesky flea.  The deafening sound of Risto’s rumbling laughter drowned out whatever thought he had to try and get away.  All there was was laughter.  The spinning got worse, faster and faster and faster and then-

Something changed.  Everything jolted, and Fern found himself held tighter to Risto’s gut.  His face scrunched at the noises it made, accompanied by the panicked sounds inside.  Please, not like this- his mind raced to the worst likely outcome…Aife and Kenny weren’t getting out of there.  At least, not in one piece.  Or…so Fern thought.  

His world dropped, prompted by Risto hunching over.  This being followed by a sickening, gagging sound made only worse by Fern’s close proximity to the entire thing.  Eyes shot open, he turned his head and watched as a very befuddled Aife and Kenny plopped onto the floor with a wet noise.  Shivering, but before he could react, Fern was yanked backwards and nuzzled into Risto’s stomach once more.  

~~

Aife landed on her side with a grunt, grimacing as the spinning sensation ebbed away.  She shook as she pushed herself up, panting heavily before collapsing again.  From her position, she could make out Kenny’s slouched form and blinked as the human pushed herself up, staggering towards the entrance and exit.  Aife grimaced, rolling over.  Fern was laying…against Risto, looking like he’d been trapped beneath a boulder.  Thankfully, or perhaps regretfully, Risto seemed incapacitated.  

Slowly, Aife sat up.  She turned, watching Kenny continued to head for the door…and for once, Aife didn’t care.  If she left, so be it.  Aife crossed her legs and sighed, plopping her head into her hands.  Whatever happened, she didn’t want to cause any more trouble tonight.   

~~

Kenny staggered towards the door, her head still spinning from the impromptu merry-go-round.  But, she couldn’t make it to the door.  Her knees buckled, and she collapsed with a growl.  NO!  She needed to get out, to get away-Kenny grimaced, her back hunching as she slid to the floor.  

Her head turned, and she blinked, staring behind her.  She sighed.  This..wasn’t what a warrior did.  Warriors never left fights, and they sure as hell didn’t leave their companions behind.  Slowly, she allowed herself to sink to the floor.  She would take this the proper way, the only way a proper way a warrior would.  By facing it head on.  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Incapacitated truly fit the state of the large old beast best. It looked like he had fully exhausted himself, thinking of it, it was to question whether he hadn’t been to his full strength to begin with. Hence the tired, heavy steps he dragged himself out of the ocean and up the stairs with, priorly to this whole chaos. He was most likely to see stars, or, little fishies, swirling around his head merry go round, flopped to the ground, halfways sluched in broken furniture. Groaning, moaning, occasionally grunting and raspily giggling as an exhausted epilogue of his prior mad laughter. Most likely not fully by his senses yet. His grasp on fern was lose. A meaty arm hung losely around Fern’s waist, who was positioned right ontop of his squishy belly, that wobbled weakly to the old man’s heavy breathing and dizzy groaning.

[tinarps]

Fern grimaced at teh heavy weight on his back-but as his head stopped spinning, he realized there was no real pressure against him.  Sighing, he pressed against Risto’s chest and winced, pushing himself up.  His gaze darted to Aife, and he sighed.  She was shaken…but okay.  He could live with that.  

The same seemed to apply for their big, bad monster of a problem…who looked exhausted beyond words.  Even still…Fern chuckled and shook his head.  Still cute…  But now wasn’t the time.  Gently, Fern pushed the massive claws away from his waist, collected himself, and hoisted himself off of Risto’s middle.  His feet hit the floor.  It was cold, and gave him enough of a shock to wear away the last of the dizziness from before.  

“Aife?  You okay?”  the human stumbled towards the dwarf, kneeling down.  She turned to face him, squinting.  

“…Aye,” she grunted, grimacing.  “N’ yerself?”

“I’m…okay.”  he nodded and smiled.  “Seems this…fight didn’t pan out, huh?”  his gaze flickered to Kenny, who was facing away from them.  “I…heard some of what happened, you and Kenny-”

“Dun’…worry, we’re okay.  Kenny n’I got history, an’we were jus’hashin’ it out.”  The dwarf smiled.  “Happens with friends…an’ partners, I guess,” Aife shrugged.  “But, eh…d’ye think…he’s gonna be okay?”  She nodded to Risto.  “He…seems…off…?”

Fern glanced back, nodding towards the incapacitated Risto.  “I…got no idea.  But I don’t think he’s…terribly pissed any more, so we’re in the clear for now.  Just…I dunno,” he rubbed his neck.  “Never had a lay go sideways that fast.  But, um…I don’t think we can leave him like that.  Seems sweet, for a…whatever he is,”  he looked to Aife.  “The fact we’re not dead kinda proves that…”  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

The massive creature kept hanging knocked out in the furniture, only shifting and shuffling softly as if he was still utterly dizzy and without orientation. He looked defeated, yet also kind of deadpan, excepting how it was, clearly not fighting it for the sake of it. A bit of mad laughter still mixing into it, even though, by now, it had drowned to nothing but a mumbling, a hazy, disorientated groan, looking rather drunk than anything else. Hazy amber eyes tiredly glanced over the little frames in his kitchen who moved slowly and who he heard talking. With dark, tar-like goop still spilled across his jaw, now dribbling down onto his chest from his earlier spewing, he tried to sit up - and failed. With a raspy, low rumbled he just sank back into the chairs. Tired, dazed eyes pinpointed Fern, Aife, Kenny, but swiftly returned to Fern and he kept watching him. He didn’t seem to realize their conversation. A dumb, drunken smile crept into the corners of his maw as another, low, raspy old chuckle rolled from his throat, barely hearable though. Now looking so out of it, his tired gaze almost had something flirtatious.

[tinarps]

Fern lifted his head again, looking to Risto once more.  Though he didn’t make out the chuckle, he caught sight of a sharp-toothed smile.  Now that...was more his speed.  Smirking, Fern flashed the old beast a wink and turned his attention to Kenny.  Fern slowly approached, kneeling next to the other human.  She said nothing.  

“Hey,” he sighed.  “Look-you...we aren’t gonna fight any more.  So...either you stick around and play nice, or...I guess leave.” 

Kenny’s head lifted, and she peered at him.  Fern flinched.  That...was not the look of someone who wanted to talk.  He opened his mouth, closed it, and stood.  No point in trying to argue with her, he guessed.  Better to focus on the other two...one of them being Risto.  Who...was looking less angry by the moment.  A good thing, Fern guessed.  

“Hey, Aife?”  Fern called his head turning to the ktichen.  Risto had mentioned food, and he assumed it was still cooking...nothing to bring folks together like a good meal.  “Keep an eye on Risto...I’m going to finish some dinner.”

~~

Aife sighed, having rested her head on her knees while Fern spoke to Kenny.  She didn’t care much what was said, preferring a rest after all that had happened.  Her gaze flickered as Fern spoke to her, nodding into her knees before standing.  Sure enough Fern was headed for the kitchen, rubbing his hands together.  Leaving her...to Risto.  

She looked to the big beast, biting her lower lip.  Humans were tall compared to her, but Risto was massive...  Hells, she hardly took up the space one of his hands occupied.  The dwarf gulped.  Despite herself, she stood and began to approach the resting Risto.  

“Ah-...hm...”  Aife mumbled as she came closer.  “I’m-...er, how’re ye feelin’, sir?”  A wary smile parted her lips, and she found herself staring at Risto’s much more intimidating grin.  She shuddered, remembering the black and dark void beyond them.  To take her mind off it, Aife let her gaze drop to the floor.  The ground was comforting.  Stones and rocks were familiar, something she could hold onto...something she understood.  

“Yer home is lovely,” Aife mused.  “All th’stars, an th’sea...feels so freein’, even though yer indoors,” she glanced up for a moment, just to offer Risto a nod before her gaze fell back to the floor.  “M’da always said th’rocks’ll keep ye safe, keep yer secrets, and keep yer spirit if ye let’em...”

[timetosinsmh]

Hhhhhhhh :')

[old-beast-risto-rp]

DND RP part 2

Fern continued to move Aife behind him as Risto watched, both he and the dwarf flinching at the roar of the beast.  Though Fern was by no means an easy scare, he felt on edge, more than he’d ever been in any fight.  Kenny was still out of reach, her eyes back on Risto as soon as Fern was out of the way and with Aife out of harm’s way.  At his back, he felt Aife trembling, her shaking only getting worse the more angry Risto became.  

“Please, sir-”  the dwarf’s shaky voice called, only for Risto to move like a stormy wave.  He crashed over Kenny, blocking Fern’s view…  But he knew what had happened with the first heavy swallow.  Fern’s blood went cold.  Just like that; he’d eaten her just like that.  His clever plan to talk Risto down flew out the window as he retreated, dragging a frozen Aife with him.

~~

Kenny had no time to prepare.  She couldn’t, before she’d had any time there was a mass of black flesh over and around her.  Instead of yelping, the human let out a snarl all her own.  “NO!”  Kenny bellowed, her voice raising above the squelching around her.  

Though she couldn’t see, Kenny’s hand scrabbled at the back of the beast’s throat, free hand grabbing onto whatever rolls of flesh she could and digging her fingernails into it as hard as she could.  She used the moments between swallows to force her knees into action, hooking and spreading them as far as the cramped space allowed to try and choke the beast.  At the same time, she wrenched her arm still holding her club in an attempt to force it sideways, and give her time to get herself together.  

This wasn’t her first time in a gullet.  She would be damned before it was her last.  

~~

Aife watched in a silent horror, lurching forwards as Risto rained on Kenny.  The sound of a swallow set the dwarf into motion, pulling against Fern’s hand with a  choked yelp.  She had to help-she needed to help!  Kenny couldn’t make it inside on her own, not if she ended up-scrambling against Fern, she forced the human’s grip loose and sprinted towards the beast.  

“YA CAN’T EAT ME!”  Her voice was squeaky and scared, but loud as she ran past the giant, hoping to pull his attention away from Fern and keep his gaze on her.  She turned around and picked a rock from the ground, tossing it at Risto’s gut.  “YER TOO SLOW~!”  To anyone else, Fern included she imagined, this had to look like a madwoman’s attempt to get caught…  But really, it was something much more than that.  ——————————————– The old beast gagged. This feisty fighter truly got stuck in his throat. He couldn’t help but to give her silent kudos for her reflexes, as usually people weren’t that fast to move like that still stuck halfway his throat. Everyone on the outside was graced with an image of a massive monstrous man, tumbling in his own kitchen, hunched over and gagging aggressively from a squirmy, large bulge in his throat. Something sharp could have caused him some serious trouble right now, however, as strong and powerful Kenny’s stance was, along with her mighty club, the beast’s muscles were used to force down stubborn prey. Despite the warm confines of this monster’s throat were uncannily coated with thick layers of slippery slime-like saliva- So, the mighty man from the sea swallowed angrily, spewing black drool all over his carpets, as his angry, heated gaze now focused on the little dwarf. The little mouse who had fooled him - who had tried to lure him with the promise of a song, cloud his mind, deceived him- Too furious to calculate, the massive, heavy brute went of her - still growling, swallowing down forcefully on Kenny, pushing her down further and further his throat. Oooohhh these cheeky, foolish mice!!! He’d DEVOUR THEM ALL.  He was not having this! IT WAS HIS CHILL OUT SATURDAY! THE SATURDAY HE HAD PLANNED WITH GARLIC SEAWEED AND FISH CHIPS AND HIS FAVORITE TV SHOW - HE WAS NOT HAVING THESE WANNA BE BEAST SLAYERS MESS WITH HIM LIKE THAT!!!! Like a mad beast, the monstrous man went just after Aife, the madwoman, running from him. Taking a leap through his own kitchen and knocking off a chushioned seat and a hand-painted table off with his big gut, trying to catch the little mouse~

[tinarps]

Kenny laughed triumphantly, hearing and feeling the damned beast choking on her.  For a while, at least-long enough, Kenny hoped.  The walls crushed in on her, forcing her arms and legs flush and further into the massive beast.  Thankfully, or perhaps regrettably, the trip down wasn’t long.  She was crammed into a roomier, but still cramped room that smelled…muggy.  Groaning, Kenny pushed herself up and grabbed her bat.  She shifted it so it stretched out in front of her, and brought the handle to her chest.  Then, like a battering ram, she thrust it outwards like a battering ram.   “LET ME OUT!!”  The human screeched, repeating the action.  Before she could keep going on a third strike, the room scrunched in and clenched with Risto’s movements.  Kenny didn’t’ have time to steady herself.  The organic room pitched again.  

~~

Aife squeaked as Risto’s attention shifted to her, scrambling away from Risto as he reared on her.  Of course, she was hardly fast compared to the giant man, but she managed to get some solid ground due to her small size.  She ran for the cooking side of the kitchen, skittering into the most narrow part of the room to try and keep Risto busy.  

She turned her head as she ran, ducking under another chair and rushing from under it towards another room.  It didn’t matter if he caught her now-as long as he didn’t chew.  He didn’t seem the type to, thankfully.  Once Aife felt she had a good distance from Risto, she stopped to watch her oncoming doom.  

Her head lifted, watching Risto as he came closer like a rushing train.  “If…it’s any compensation,”  she murmured, “I meant it when…I said I’d sing fer ye,” though she doubted it would do any good to prevent what was going to happen, Aife felt like she needed to hear it.  

~~

While AIfe was busy distracting Risto, Fern had made the most of his time:  he managed to hide behind something in the kitchen.  Through watching Aife scrambling past, no doubt Risto not far behind, he had no idea what he was ducking behind.  It was enough for him to press his back against and sigh, trying to focus and keep himself from panicking.  Okay-okay.  He’d been through worse than this.  There were bigger battles that he’d fought-but right now, charm was going to do him no favors.  

The beast was far beyond reasoning, charm, anything but rage…  He couldn’t help Aife and Kenny as it was, not where they were.  His best bet was to stay low, stay hidden, and try to help them when Risto was more calm.  As long as he didn’t come looking for a third course…  Fern glanced through the kitchen, biting his lip.  His eyes fell on some sort of cabinet or wardrobe, and he hesitated.  Slowly, he pushed himself up and squirmed inside the cramped space, closing the door behind him.  

Fern whispered a concealment spell-nothing much, but enough to make the shadows of the cabinet cover him more completely and hopefully confused the naked eye.  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

In a moment where the old beast wouldn’t have been so enraged, with a belly full of a fierce human going ham on him with a bat, he probably would have heard Aife’s murmured words. He probably would have listened, thought, considered. Possibly calmed down even. Unfortunately, his fury was still raging, and, after all, he did feel that stone on his tummy. Getting thrown at with stones! IN HIS OWN HOUSE! The monstrous man truly wasn’t taking anything of this little group no more. No hesitation was met with Aife, as the massive frame came rushing in, jaws parting once more, and underneath the crashing sound of a chair being burried underneath his weight, poor Aife was devoured as well. Feling much more like a mere crumb in the fat monster’s gullet, he swallowed once single time to force the little bard down his gullet - down to her rampaging friend, filling his belly. Drooling. Gasping. Wheezing. The beast knealt on the floor, feeling his paunch getting filled with the second of the trio. The powerful bumps and pushes he just had felt had lured a breathless moan from him, a big raspy wheeze. Again, he was surprised at this little human’s strength - unfortunately though for both Kenny and Aife - his stomach was built to endure and withstand exactly this. Thick, meaty walls sturdy and slimy, layers upon layers of flesh and muscles to ensure keeping the prey tightly locked into it’s fleshy prison. The fleshy prison that was still missing the third member. Still wheezing loudly, now soaked in sweat, his grey hair all messed up and tousled, the big beastly man turned around. Looked around. Squinted. Growled. Sniffed. A brief scan of his messed up kitchen showed no signs of this green haired little human. Like an animal he turned around, prowling through his kitchen, breathingly noisily, deep and husky. “………There’s no use in hiding, little mouse…..”, he growled lowly, supporting himself on the knocked over table, browsing through the room slowly. For now, he seemed to go through every corner but the kitchen cabinet Fern had managed to hide into~ 

[tinarps]

Aife squeaked as she was engulfed with the sight of black flesh, given no time to react before Risto’s mouth crashed closed around her.  Unlike Kenny, Aife had no fight-save an instinctual squirm as everything squashed into her, and she was jetted downwards with a wet noise.  The trip was slow and miserable, but it wasn’t too long before the little dwarf spilled into the crowded room, right on top of Kenny.  

She heard Kenny growl a greeting, thankfully having put her bat away.  Aife sat up as best she could, whispering a spell beneath her breath.  She could feel Kenny shiver, though she didn’t bark at Aife for the magic.  Kenny knew what it was for.  Aife waited for the tingling to stop before resettling herself, making sure she and Kenny were still touching-it wasn’t difficult with such a closed space.  

“…We didn’ have t’fight,” Aife said.  She reached into her bag, pulling a small stone from inside.  It began to glow a soft light, giving the two a view of their living prison cell.  “He-…I dun’ think he’d have fought if ya’d given me time-”  

“We don’t have time, Fee.  He’s a monster.  He kills people.  We can’t let him live, with or without the bounty.”  Kenny’s voice was clipped, a sign the point wasn’t up for discussion.  

Aife sighed, studying their current whereabouts.  The walls were a deep obsidian, truly completing the feeling of being swallowed up.  One would think being in as many gullets as she had, Aife would be used to such a sight…every time was just as unnerving as the last, though.    

~~

Fern pulled himself as far into the cabinet as he could, lips clamped to keep himself still and silent as he sat.  He took a moment, thinking through his options.  Spells, spells-he didn’t know many, just one that…  His gaze flickered to the door.  Maybe if he couldn’t be found, he could talk Risto down.  

“Please,” Fern spoke up.  But-his voice didn’t come from his mouth.  His voice floated behind Risto, as though the human was behind him.  A simple projection spell-nothing fancy, but hopefully enough to disorient and refocus Risto’s attention.  “You’re upset.  We broke into your home, your sanctuary with the intent to hurt you.  But believe me when I say we had no idea-…we…”  While he could shoot for a lie, Fern didn’t want to muddy the waters any more than Kenny already had.  Charm hadn’t worked, either.  So…maybe his best option was honesty, a chance to regain some trust.  

When he spoke up again, his voice echoed from further away, now coming from another room.  “Look-…if nothing else,” he sighed and rubbed his face with a grimace.  “Just don’t hurt the dwarf.  Please-she didn’t want to come here to begin with.  Take it out on me, or on the other human, but leave her out of it.  Please.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Not only Aife seemed thankful for Kenny having put her bat away - for now at least. So was the might old sea beast, still wheezing from the short-lived but wild hunt across his kitchen. Usually rather intrigued in feeling his unfortunate prey squirm all about inside of his guts - those punches by this human were quite something else. His attention was now all on the last of the trio, the young man, and he was glad his stomach’s filling was settling for the while……….Eager to get it filled with the last bite of the three-portioned dinner.

When the young man’s voice suddenly appeared something right behind him, the beast turned around swiftly, almost spitting out a triumphant laugh at…………..nothing?! Dumbfounded, he squinted, looked around, blinked, irritated. Hearing the young man speak further, he listened, until it dawned on him. “….Mmmhhhh….magic.…”, he murmured underneath his breath, dragging his gaze through the kitchen once more. Clever, little mouse…. Giving Fern kudos for this clever little spell, casted from whereever he was hiding, the old beast decided to give him a listen. Still catching up on his own breath, the fat beast settled down on a painted, wooden chair he previous had knocked down. Slouching in it and gave his big belly room to hang in his lap. Sweating, exhausted, attention to the young man’s voice.

“Ohhh? Is that so?”, he then repsonded to Fern claiming Aife’s involuntary involvement in this mission, “To me she didn’t look like you two violently forced her all across the ocean and up the stairs of my lighthouse~….. What exactly was her task in all of this? Act as bait? A little bouncy delicious worm to lure the big fish in the sea? So the brave barbarian could swing her mighty stick and cash in all the gold?” He spat out a boisterous ugly laugh and almost pridefully rubbed his fat belly with victorious vigor.

“Mhhh, what are you saying there, boy~? Taking you instead of her~? Exchanging places so you would be in and she would be out? Oooohohohoho, haven’t you seen that fire in her little eyes? That bold spark that glistened in her soul when I swallowed your stick-swinging friend~? Be ensured, if I took you in her place, she would not stop pestering me about letting her friends out. Probably singing me a song about it, even, bwahhahahaahar!………………………………mh. I rellay would have liked to hear that.”, he added the last bit drily and more quietly, his boisterous laugh swiftly drying out. Only when he heard the young man’s voice now coming from another corner of the room, a certain smugness settled back in on the old beast’s mug, a piercing gaze into the direction from which Ferns voice echoed.

“…..Tell me, boy”, he then cooed, “What was your part in all of this? Didn’t see you carry any kind of weapon with you. You guys really didn’t just plan to slay me with a stick, did you?~”

[tinarps]

Aífe leaned back as best she could, grimacing at the feeling of stomach walls squishing around her and her company. Risto seemed to be settling down, a good thing considering how the walls got more tense the more he moved. While she wanted to hash things out with Kenny-there wasn’t much point with Risto speaking. Even quietly, his voice drowned hers out tenfold.

Though she couldn’t hear Fern, she picked up that he and Risto were talking about her. She shrank back as Risto spoke about her role in the job, curling into herself shamefully. She didn’t want to be here. Not for any of it. When she’d agreed to travel with Kenny, she’s wanted to explore the world, meet new people and learn new things! So far she had, but…there was still blood on her hands. Aífe hated this was the only way she’d learn to explore. She had stained the earth with blood that wasn’t hers…her ancestors would be ashamed.

Aífe blinked. The tone shifted. Was…Fern defending her? Why? He was-he’s offered to take her place… Sitting up, Aífe strained to hear more of what was going on. She got the idea Risto had no intention of letting her out, but-the thougjt that Fern would speak in her favor was touching nonetheless. Though, when Risto mentioned her singing to him, Aífe couldn’t help but pipe in, “I would have loved t’sing, sir…”

~~

Fern hadn’t expected Risto to agree into letting Aífe out-a fact that made his gut weigh heavy. He felt bad. People like Aífe didn’t deserve that type of fate. She was too little to fight for herself; it made sense she stuck with powerful fighters so she could see the world. But…that was the bad thing about traveling in parties. Fern was blessed enough to be a human, a far more formidable opponent than a dwarf.

As Risto addressed him, Questioning his purpose in the group, Fern laughed. “My intentions aren’t as wholesome as Aife’s…” slowly, he reclined in the cabinet, lacing his arms behind his head. “You could say that I like to gain…experience. Just in a different way~,” humming, Fern blinked as his voice began to return to him. The spell wasn’t permanent; it was bound to happen eventually.

Figuring he’d better get the word out before he could be found, Fern sighed. “Monsters make a good lay,” he shrugged. “I like gaining experience in the bedroom~. You be surprised how many big, scary beasties love being thrown down and told what to do… Or how ravenous they can really be~.” Chuckling, he closed his eyes. Better to make this blunt. “My plan was to get you in bed. Ravage you, or let you ravage me in a passionate night of lovemaking. Maybe cook some breakfast and be on my way…and visit whenever I’m in town~.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

Unfortunately, Aife’s voice didn’t reach old Risto’s senses here. In a quiet moment, he surely would have picked up her speaking, even within his churning stomach, but now, his attention rested all on the magically roaming voice of Fern and the conversation he was having with him.

He still sat slouching in that old chair, kept a big palm ontop of his gurgling gut and maintained giving it occasinal rubs as he was all ears on what fern had to say. All ears on his explaination what kind of part he was playing in all of this.

Hearing what the young man had to say, however…..did stir quite the response. It seemed, Fern’s words were managing to do something to the old beast. The further he spoke, the more his smug smile got wiped out of his face. So much it almost formed to a dumb looking line pointing downwards at the ends - while the grey complexion of his face grew…..a red hue. Something was stirring. Boiling. “WHAT??!?!!”, his raspy voice boomed, thunderous and sharper than ever before. With a muffled thud the chair crashed down onto the carpet as the beast rushed up to his feet, standing tall.  Amber eyes, burning with furious sparks, shifted and slowly found their aim at the kitchen cabinet a couple of corners away.

“You broke into my home in the middle of the night…..along with your friend out on a mission to kill me for money….TO WHAT!?? MAKE LOVE TO ME IN THE BEDROOM??! FOR YOUR EXPERIENCE?!!?” A mighty, heavy step forward. “….Ravage me, eh……? Before or after your friend would have killed me, you nasty little creature?!” Another step. His broad, heavy chest heaving up and down, teeth bared yet again to a snarling, furious grimace. A big claw-like hand grabbing the handle to the cabinet, pulling it open with rage. “Oooohhhhhhh you ARE going to serve me breakfast, boy in the closet, you ARE………..”

[tinarps]

Fern scrambled backwards, yelping as the door to the cabinet was ripped open.  He shivered, staring at Risto like a cornered animal.  Shit.  That…had not gone how he had planned.  

“No-wait!”  He threw his hands in front of himself, backing into the farthest corner of the cabinet.  “Please, that’s not-that isn’t what I meant!  What I mean to say is, Aife and I never wanted to fight; hell, I didn’t think we were coming here for that!  Kenny-I don’t want to throw her under the bus, but-I thought she was kidding when she said she wanted to go after you!  Have you seen our party?!  There’s no way in hell we’d win!”

~~

“CRAM IT, BOTH OF YOU!”  Kenny barked, crossing her arms with a scowl.  She slouched against the stomach walls, trying to will herself against fighting the walls any more.  Hurting Aife wasn’t on her agenda.  “We lost.  That’s it.”  Her head rested against the stomach wall of the beast, eyes closing.  There wasn’t any point delaying the inevitable.  

She opened an eye as the walls shifted.  Though she couldn’t see, she could feel a glare from Aife on her.  The dwarf’s voice sliced through the ambient sound of the gut working around them.  

“NO, YOU CRAM IT!”  The dwarf screeched, her voice almost echoing with its intensity.  “Godsdamnit, this entire mess is YER FAULT!  Can’t ye see that?!  Ye dragged me here, Fern here, all b’cause ye wanted a fight.  An’ya know that’s the truth!  NONE of us wanted t’be here but YOU!”  

Kenny recoiled, blinking as Aife’s legs thrashed against hers.  Though she didn’t break contact, she tried to ease herself away from the raging little dwarf.  She opened her mouth to protest, only to have Aife cut her off with a snarl.  

~~

Aife balled her fists, scrunching her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.  “I NEVER wanted t’be bait!  I didn’ ASK t’be the smallest one in th’group!  D’ye think I LIKE tricking poor creatures inta eating me so ye can gut em’?!  I HATE IT!  Ye take all this time talkn’ about a fair fight but ye’ve never had a fair fight b’fore!  Yer angry b’cause ye think all these beasts deserve punishment fer takin’ their anger out on others, or actin’ the way they were meant ta’act-BUT YER NO FECKIN BETTER!”  Her voice broke into a croaking sob, and she wiped her face shakily.  “I jus’…I wanted t’learn about th’world…ain’t left home b’fore, an’ ye took advantage’ve me…  An’- an’ now I’m…I can’t learn anythin’ because of you.”

[old-beast-risto-rp]

“MAKE UP YOUR MIND, FOOLISH HUMAN! KILL, FUCK, GAWK AT? WHAT IS IT?!?”, the beast roared in response, “DO I LOOK LIKE A TOURIST ATTRACTION TO YOU?!”

Ironically enough, the only thing that seemed to calm the big beast down from his fury was to see Fern’s fear. Seeing the insolent little human flinch, trying to back off in further in the already crammed space, away from the fat beast’s gaping maw. “What is it, human?”, the raspy thunderous voice growled, again now thick and heavy with sass. “Didn’t you want to exchange yourself for your singing friend~?” The massive jaws were reaching into the cabin, gaping, fat tongue swirling around as a doomed, terrifying invitation.

It was then when the little voice from deep within himself was loud enough, by far oud enough for him to hear. Oooohhh. The fury. The anger. The big beast chuckled and couldn’t help but to give his belly yet another rub. This time, almost lovingly. “Look who’s speaking up~”, he murmured softly, yet, not without his amber eyes waitingly falling back onto Fern.

[tinarps]

“FUCK!”  Fern cried, rubbing his face with a groan.  “I WANTED TO FUCK YOU-NOT FOR ANYONE’S SAKE BUT MY OWN!”  Slowly, he rolled over and pushed himself back up, forcing himself to meet Risto’s gaze, though his cheeks flushed red.  Whether it was from the effort of confronting someone so dangerous, or perhaps the meaning of what he was about to admit.  

“I like monsters.  They’re big and attractive and godsdamnit I-just-…ugh, I like how they feel in bed!”  He fumbled with his words a moment, looking away to gather his thoughts.  “You are a monster, a big, bad beast and I want to either have you throw me down and rock me right, or…or try to tame you myself!  Do you know how invigorating it is to-just?!”  The human waved his hands in front of his face, the open maw before him making it very hard to focus on emotions.  

He couldn’t further explain himself, though, as Risto’s attention was drawn elsewhere.  Fern blinked, his eyes gliding down to the larger man’s gut.  Was…Aife calling out?  Squinting, Fern tried to make sense of just what the dwarf was saying…but between his panicking heart, Risto’s breath and his own, he couldn’t hear anything.  It was a quiet, muffled noise.  So, he sat in silence as Risto listened, meeting those amber stars with a shaky stare.  

~~

Aife growled again, about to let loose on Kenny even further, but found herself being addressed by their host.  She squeaked as the walls shifted, a pressure from the outside nudging the living barrier at her back.  The dwarf blinked, her head craning upwards.  She opened, closed,and reopened her mouth.  

“Sir-I’m real sorry we broke inta’ yer house, honest I am.  I didn’…I wasn’ happy t’be on this quest, didn’ really wanna bug ye…  An’ if we dun get outta this-…if…we dun’ get out, I bless yer home an’hope th’earth is kind t’ye.”  Sighing, Aife settled back and tried to not focus on her impending doom…if it was ever to come.  

[old-beast-risto-rp]

The beast squinted scandalized in response of this young man unleashing his personal desires upon him. his fat slimy tongue retreated back into his mouth where his lips formed a repulsed expression. The instant a mighty response was just about to roll from his gullet, he sensed the little bard inside of him. Reaching for him and his attention. He couldn’t help but to listen to her, too. To her apology, her impending goodbye, even. Feeling the little creature shift inside of his stomach, while his amber eyes darted back into the cabinet to the young man…. Something happened. Something happened that hadn’t happened to the old beast in quite a while. He found himself overwhelmed. Not physically. But. Emotionally.

Right, emotions. He had them, too, right? A wild mix of emotions and feelings were beginning to stir and pile up within the beast’s gut - starting from the prior curiosity of potentially hosting a stranded bard in his home and have them sing for him, to a bad surprise of finding intruders in his home craving to slay him for gold, further up to a chase in which turned out one of them simply wanted to explore the world, one of them truly just wanted a fight and see him dead, while the last piled his personal sexual desires onto him like he was just another fuck tool in the world of potentially good monster fucks —- and now - what the hell were those feelings? Fury? Disgust? Compassion? A wave of emotions came crushing hard into the old monster’s heart, who had planned this night to be a cozy and relaxed one. An overwhelming blend that wanted to force itself out, and did, partially, as the beast grimaced and unleashed a suppressed, furious growl. That was much more of a….held back groan. An overly annoyed rumble. The rolling thunder before the impending lightning bolt.

Harshly, a mighty dark claw grabbed Fern. Right by his waist, grabbing him mercilessly and dragging him out of his hiding spot. “…….Now…….for change…..”, his raspy, steaming voice breathed right into Fern’s face as he held the young man face-to-face close to his monstrous mug. “……Would you care to learn what  I   want…….?”

[tinarps]

Fern stared up at Risto, shifting as he seemed to mull something over. It sounded like Aífe was quiet now, and this was Risto wrestling with something all on his own. The silence tapered off with the sound of a growl. Fern couldn’t place it, but the growl sounded angry but-… tired as well. Exhausted.

Fern didn’t get the chance to question it. Risto’s hand jolted into the cabinet, his hand taking up most of the space. Fern couldn’t move. It snatched him by the waist, an iron-like grip jerking him out of the hiding spot and right up to Risto’s face. He gulped, trying to will his heart to move out of his throat.

Where normally Fern could ignore the icy grip of fear, he couldn’t ignore his inate desire to run and be as far away from this place as he could. His skin ran cold as Risto spoke. Never had Fern had a trip go so wrong. It was hard for him to imagine things could go south this quickly-he’d just wanted a good lay and to make a new companion.

It was clear, though, for now that wasn’t happening. He had no chance getting any closer to Risto in this state…and really, Fern couldn’t blame him for being upset. They’d intruded one his home, tried to kill him, fuck him, and/or trick him. Fern knew that Risto killed people, so it wasn’t a stretch to say he was a violent creature. But-he couldn’t help but feel bad. Risto was a monster physically, yes-but…was their little rag-tag team any better?

He hung his head a bit, letting out a slow sigh. The only answer he could muster was a nod. A slow, but very sure nod. Only seemed fair to listen to what Risto wanted-that was how most relationships started. And he’d already pushed himself behind step one of a good relationship-trust. Swallowing, Fern nodded again. He wanted to know what Risto wanted-and, if he could, he wanted to help make it happen. Within reason.

[old-beast-risto-rp]

“ROMANCE!”, the beast exclaimed passionately. “A lover who holds me tight and fills my womb with children!” He grasped Fern, held him and pressed him close to his meaty, burly chest. “A FULLFILLED DOMESTIC LOVELIFE with an ever expanding, growing family!”

Turning around to a swift sway to the side, holding Fern to an involuntarily, dramatic dance performance. His fat gut sloshed, burly warm flesh pressing into Fern’s slender frame. A big warm palm to Fern’s back, another to his left hand - then, another turn, another swift curve through the room. Dramatically bending forward, Fern suddenly graced with the old beast’s jaw right infront of his face, amber eyes sparking with passion and madness.

“YOU just want A FUCK and begone!”, he howled, hot drool spilling all over his jawline, dripping down onto Fern’s chest. A strong palm grasped the young man by the waist, firmly, yet gentle. Loving, almost. Pasisonately, hungry. “  I  ….WANT ETERNITY! - You like BIG - but MY DESIRES are way TOO BIG for YOU to handle~!”

He gazed at Fern, into his eyes - then the old man from the sea laughed - laughed out loud from the pits of his gut, excitedly, wildly - absolutely gone mad. Embracing the slender green haired human, holding him close to his heart, he danced with him, swirled around to an unspoken melody, a song that perhaps was only playing in his own head, a song of his own mighty mad laugh.

“My desire for songs exceeds the volume of your lungs - ”, he continued to euphorically boast, now addressing the two souls in his stomach, “My desire for a fight exceeds your might ~ BWAHAHAHAHAHR~~!!!”

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Fern flinched.  Romance-?  Before he could question Risto’s intentions, he found himself ripped from the safety of the cabinet, and held tightly to the old beast’s chest.  He tried to ignore the shapes of his companions pressing against him-though by the shifting and scrambling inside he got the idea they were still okay.  

The human yelped as he was twirled like a trapped ballerina, dipped and drooled on…making himself feel more like dinner, and less of a date.  He struggled to make sense of Risto’s rambling over his own panic and surprise.  It sounded like-Risto wanted a lifelong companion.  Was he looking for that in Fern?  Shaking his head, he tried to meet Risto’s gaze and read it, but with the world twirling around him, he could barely pick anything out.  

While he loved the idea of that kind of a relationship-this was going far too fast for Fern’s taste.  He appreciated the idea of romance-but a family?  That was never something he’d considered, especially with the style of life he preferred.  A part of him bit that back, though, deciding for now, it was best to go along with what Risto said.  He’d caused the maddened man enough pain tonight.  So, slowly, he allowed his head to rest on Risto’s middle and closed his eyes.  

~~

Much like Fern, Aife flinched as soon as Risto spoke again.  His voice rolled and boomed, drowning any of her thoughts out like a torrental storm.  One that she was trapped in-whether she wanted to be or not.  Meanwhile, Risto began to move, each step the beastly behemoth took sloshing and tossing her and Kenny.

For the most part, she couldn’t make sense of the old man’s rambling.  Romance?  A family?  Was he speaking to Fern?  She didn’t know, and frankly…wasn’t sure she wanted to.  Where Risto had seemed as solid and as sure as a mountain before-…Aife found herself comparing the beastly behemoth to a landslide.  Too much for one person, never mind three to handle, unstable, and likely to destroy them all if they weren’t careful.  

She blinked, though, as the conversation seemed to turn to her song and Kenny’s fight.  The dwarf blinked.  Well-of course he was louder than she was…it was hard to outsing the sound of rocks tumbling over a cliffside, and much like Risto, Aife had no chance in hell to compete with him.  Still…if she could talk him down, maybe they could reason something out.

“What a foolish proposition!”  Her voice rang through the sloshing and squishing around them.  “To have accepted this mission, your power a fact we forget!”  Though much softer and shaky, Aife pridefully lifted her voice.  “But if you’ll give us a chance, great sir with your dance…I swear we will repay our debt!~” ( @old-beast-risto-rp respond to this one and ignore my dumbassery again TwT I get too excited sobS)

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Aife’s voice managed to reach the old beast’s senses, as she howled - much more his senses than his actual mind. He kept holding Fern in this maddened embrace of a forced dance, only to shift one hand to place it onto his meaty gut. “BWAAHAHAHR, FEISTY LITTLE SOUL!“, he boasted, still laughing manically sounding like endless waves of thunder come crashing down. He squished down on his paunch, again, almost lovingly, engulfed by mad as well as appreciation for the bold little soul in his stomach speaking up. For Fern, the world must be turning right now - and so did for the old beast as well as for Aife and Kenny. All four of them, spinning, together, close and closer to each other than every one probably would have thought to the beginning of this eventful night. The monster from the sea, dancing with the off trio in his kitchen by now seemed to have become drunk on his own mad laughter. So much - too much. He, and the trio soon would learn. Like a lover, or an unwilling fleshy puppet - he had Fern grasped onto his chest, when he suddenly staggered. Among the boisterous, drumming laughter Aife and Kenny would be able to….sense something. The beast’s gut was stirring, staggering as well. Churning more than usual. It sounded. Ugly. The monsters laughter now came in rather convulsing episodes, his piling up to a fully maddened one, until - a strong, massive convulsion. And other one. With Fern in his arms, the big old beast hunched over and threw onto the ground - his queasy, churning stomach and it’s muscles regurgitated both Aife and Kenny out into freedom, from the deep, fleshy prison. Both now released, covered in stick, thick hot saliva — while the beast’s laughter, now a husky, raspy, sickly moan, as the massive man staggered backwards, tumbled and drop downed right into the tossed chairs on the floor. Laying there, on his back, hanging in fallen chairs, Fern still in his weak embrace, laughing, moaning sickly- 

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Fern closed his eyes, the world continuing to spin at a dizzying rate.  Faster, faster, faster…  He clung to Risto, fearing if he didn’t he’d be flung off like a pesky flea.  The deafening sound of Risto’s rumbling laughter drowned out whatever thought he had to try and get away.  All there was was laughter.  The spinning got worse, faster and faster and faster and then-

Something changed.  Everything jolted, and Fern found himself held tighter to Risto’s gut.  His face scrunched at the noises it made, accompanied by the panicked sounds inside.  Please, not like this- his mind raced to the worst likely outcome…Aife and Kenny weren’t getting out of there.  At least, not in one piece.  Or…so Fern thought.  

His world dropped, prompted by Risto hunching over.  This being followed by a sickening, gagging sound made only worse by Fern’s close proximity to the entire thing.  Eyes shot open, he turned his head and watched as a very befuddled Aife and Kenny plopped onto the floor with a wet noise.  Shivering, but before he could react, Fern was yanked backwards and nuzzled into Risto’s stomach once more.  

~~

Aife landed on her side with a grunt, grimacing as the spinning sensation ebbed away.  She shook as she pushed herself up, panting heavily before collapsing again.  From her position, she could make out Kenny’s slouched form and blinked as the human pushed herself up, staggering towards the entrance and exit.  Aife grimaced, rolling over.  Fern was laying…against Risto, looking like he’d been trapped beneath a boulder.  Thankfully, or perhaps regretfully, Risto seemed incapacitated.  

Slowly, Aife sat up.  She turned, watching Kenny continued to head for the door…and for once, Aife didn’t care.  If she left, so be it.  Aife crossed her legs and sighed, plopping her head into her hands.  Whatever happened, she didn’t want to cause any more trouble tonight.   

~~

Kenny staggered towards the door, her head still spinning from the impromptu merry-go-round.  But, she couldn’t make it to the door.  Her knees buckled, and she collapsed with a growl.  NO!  She needed to get out, to get away-Kenny grimaced, her back hunching as she slid to the floor.  

Her head turned, and she blinked, staring behind her.  She sighed.  This..wasn’t what a warrior did.  Warriors never left fights, and they sure as hell didn’t leave their companions behind.  Slowly, she allowed herself to sink to the floor.  She would take this the proper way, the only way a proper way a warrior would.  By facing it head on.  

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Incapacitated truly fit the state of the large old beast best. It looked like he had fully exhausted himself, thinking of it, it was to question whether he hadn’t been to his full strength to begin with. Hence the tired, heavy steps he dragged himself out of the ocean and up the stairs with, priorly to this whole chaos. He was most likely to see stars, or, little fishies, swirling around his head merry go round, flopped to the ground, halfways sluched in broken furniture. Groaning, moaning, occasionally grunting and raspily giggling as an exhausted epilogue of his prior mad laughter. Most likely not fully by his senses yet. His grasp on fern was lose. A meaty arm hung losely around Fern’s waist, who was positioned right ontop of his squishy belly, that wobbled weakly to the old man’s heavy breathing and dizzy groaning.

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Fern grimaced at teh heavy weight on his back-but as his head stopped spinning, he realized there was no real pressure against him.  Sighing, he pressed against Risto’s chest and winced, pushing himself up.  His gaze darted to Aife, and he sighed.  She was shaken...but okay.  He could live with that.  

The same seemed to apply for their big, bad monster of a problem...who looked exhausted beyond words.  Even still...Fern chuckled and shook his head.  Still cute...  But now wasn’t the time.  Gently, Fern pushed the massive claws away from his waist, collected himself, and hoisted himself off of Risto’s middle.  His feet hit the floor.  It was cold, and gave him enough of a shock to wear away the last of the dizziness from before.  

“Aife?  You okay?”  the human stumbled towards the dwarf, kneeling down.  She turned to face him, squinting.  

“...Aye,” she grunted, grimacing.  “N’ yerself?”

“I’m...okay.”  he nodded and smiled.  “Seems this...fight didn’t pan out, huh?”  his gaze flickered to Kenny, who was facing away from them.  “I...heard some of what happened, you and Kenny-”

“Dun’...worry, we’re okay.  Kenny n’I got history, an’we were jus’hashin’ it out.”  The dwarf smiled.  “Happens with friends...an’ partners, I guess,” Aife shrugged.  “But, eh...d’ye think...he’s gonna be okay?”  She nodded to Risto.  “He...seems...off...?”

Fern glanced back, nodding towards the incapacitated Risto.  “I...got no idea.  But I don’t think he’s...terribly pissed any more, so we’re in the clear for now.  Just...I dunno,” he rubbed his neck.  “Never had a lay go sideways that fast.  But, um...I don’t think we can leave him like that.  Seems sweet, for a...whatever he is,”  he looked to Aife.  “The fact we’re not dead kinda proves that...”