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For centuries Dainsleif had been being hunted down by a damn Abyss Herald. It simply would not leave him alone. He had no idea what it was after, but he would sooner live a life on the run than ever give those cretins what they wanted. Not knowing what it wanted with him was perhaps even worse than knowing their no doubt nefarious intentions.
All in all Dainsleif didn’t mind so much that he always had to be on the move, never really being able to form any meaningful connections before the Herald tracked him down. Sometimes he was able to lose it for a while, but it only took a few months for the chase to continue. But truthfully, he had grown tired of the chase. It was tiring always watching over his shoulder, trying to stay hidden from others so word didn’t get back the Herald about where he was.
Dainsleif knew it was time to end this.
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Dainsleif panted from where he laid on the ground, clutching his stomach where the Harold had kicked his very stupidly pointy shoes. The ground was cold underneath him, a small blessing.
The fight began in the chasm, definitely not the best place since there are few people that would hear him, and even if isn’t killed he would still have to drag himself all the way back up to the surface.
He coughed weekly, feeling something wet drip from the corner of his mouth.
…Okay so maybe his plan wasn’t exactly going how he pictured. Dainsleif had (stupidly) not anticipated that the Abyss Herald would bring reinforcements to the fight. Although he had tried to get the upper hand by using the element of surprise, Dainsleif simply wasn’t fast enough. Before he knew it he was surrounded by 4 Abyss Mages, 2 hydro and 2 cryo. Every time he had gone to attack the damn Hydro Mage would soak him, while the Cyro bastard would freeze him.
Dainsleif knew he was strong, but he was weakened by his bone deep exhaustion. There was no way he would be able to beat 4 Abyss Mages and an Abyss Herald.
All he could hear were the clicks of the Herald’s shoes against hard stone, growing closer. Dainsleif could feel his head becoming heavier, his cheek squished onto the ground, he knew he would lose consciousness soon.
He at least wanted to see the person that would kill him, and so his eyes slowly scanned the creatures frame, before landing on his face. It had a smug look on it’s face.
Anger was the last thing Dainsleif felt before everything faded to black.
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He awoke.
…To his own surprise.
Although with the situation he was in now, perhaps it would have been better to not have woken up at all.
Currently he was chained in what appeared to be a jail cell. His back was against a jagged stone wall, his arms chained above him, connecting his wrists to the wall. At least his legs were free…?
He tried to break free but found that his captors had used elemental magic along with the physical restraints to ensure he would not be going anywhere. How annoying.
He took in his surroundings, maybe there was something that could help him escape. The room was small and devoid of anything except for a small lantern in the corner of the room to his right. It didn’t illuminate much but he could see metal bars on the far wall, much like a typical jail cell. Even if he managed to escape his chains it would be nearly impossible to get through the bars and even more impossible to find his way out of the no doubt extremely confusing dungeon.
Just as he was contemplating his life choices, Dainsleif heard the same obnoxious footsteps from before. The clicking of the heels would have driven him insane if not for the feeling of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. He still had no idea what the Abyss Herald wanted with him, only that he apparently had something that they wanted.
Eventually the footsteps stopped, Dainsleif could just barely make out a figure that stood beyond the bars. The tall figure unlocked the door, letting himself in before locking the door behind him.
“What do you want with me” Dainsleif spat out.
The Abyss Herald said nothing, instead using his elemental Cyo powers, he formed a large block of ice around Dainsleif’s ankles and froze it to the ground.
Why did it not just bind his legs in the first place? A million thoughts ran through Dainseif’s mind but the forefront thought was simply confusion.
The Herald approached holding a small vial of blueish-purple liquid. He uncapped it and started to move towards the restrained man.
Dainsleif violently shook his head, trying to get away the from vial that he knew he was about to be forced to drink. He had no idea what it would be, if they wanted him dead they had the chance to do so already, so there would be no real reason to poison him. If it wasn’t poison then… what was it?
The Abyss Herald gripped his chin, forcing his head to still before pouring the vial directly into Dainsleif’s mouth. He tried to spit it out but that damn cretin was faster, he put his large hand over Dainsleif’s mouth, plugging his nose so he had no choice but to swallow. Luckily it didn’t taste like much, it was sweet with a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Seemingly satisfied with himself, the Abyss Herald melted away his ice restraints and let himself back out of the cell, obviously locking it behind him, without so much as a second glance back.
Dainsleif could feel his heart begin to race. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the liquid he was given or because of the anxiety of the situation, or both. He knew he needed to calm down, an increased heart rate would only quicken the effects of the potential poison. His heart rate began to slow down, but his head began to grow fuzzy as well. He could feel a strange sensation begin to form in his stomach. It felt gurgly, Like boiling water in his lower stomach. It felt like his belly was growing. He felt his once skinny and practically concave stomach bloat out. It was slow at first but the expansion quickly became more rapid.
He could feel his belly pressing against his pants, the button digging into his sensitive gut. His shirt fared no better, the vest he wore was quickly becoming skin tight. Dainsleif knew he should probably have been panicking more, but the pleasant haziness of his mind dimmed any anxiety. He knew realistically that what was happening to him was not good and very possibly deadly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It was even starting to feel good. With every breath it felt like an extra 5 pounds was added to his frame.
Soon he could hear the button on his pants creaking, his breath came out quicker as he noticed his belly wasn’t the only thing growing. He was half hard in his way too tight pants. He felt dizzy and heady, the pain of the squeezing fabric turning into pleasure. Eventually the button couldn’t take any more and exploded off of him, ricochetting off the metal bars. This allowed his still small gut to fill the newly opened space. The release of pressure made him buck his hips, trying to get any friction possible on his aching cock.
The movement caused him to let out a small burp, gas apparently filling his stomach along with the newly developed fat.
Dainsleif’s belly kept growing, he could do nothing but sit there, arms in the air chained to the wall, legs sticking out straight in front of him and watch himself grow larger than he had ever been in his life. His belly grew, eventually starting to sit on his lap. He longed to reach out and touch it, to sooth the gurgling that seemed to grow louder. He struggled to get his knees under him, allowing him to feel his gut in a new way. He stood on his knees, grateful that his arm restraints allowed him to do so, and allowed his gut to hang out off of him, he stuck out his belly letting it hang down. Gravity made the weight feel heavenly and he started to sway it back and forth, feeling blissed out at the jiggling sensation.
He let out more burps as he grew. The vest he was wearing made its way up towards his pecs (now probably closer to moobs), leaving his belly exposed to the cold air of his cell. Distantly he was aware that the entire front of his cell was open, anyone could walk by and see what was being done to him. But for some reason that only made his cock throb harder in his now very tight underwear.
The gurgling feeling was addicting, he wished it would never stop. It was as though every pleasurable feeling in his body was amplified by 100. Dainsleif arched his back, desperate for something to touch his belly. It was large enough now that he was able to rut the very bottom of it against the floor if he spread out his legs all the way and leaned as far forward as his restraints would allow.
The feeling of his belly finally being touched was orgasmic, it sent wracks of pleasure through his body with every rut. He came very quickly, unable to hold back a stuttered, drawn out moan of pleasure.
He stayed in that position for a long while after, body lax and exhausted after his mind blowing orgasm. Unlucky for him, the orgasm did not do much to clear his mind at all, the haziness and headiness remained, leaving him loose and comfortable. He got his legs in front of him, though with a bigger struggle than before, plopping back down on the ground, gut jiggling at the drop.
He could only hope the Abyss Herald would come back for round two.. - No wait! He was NOT looking forward for round two. He wasn’t sure how much bigger he could get…