Dago's Trial of Maturity

Dagok wandered for hours, gathering food and berries. His thoughts drifted to the previous night's battle and his mother's unconscious form. He saw the fear in her eyes and felt the pain of his father's judgment. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept returning to his mother's body beneath him. He struggled to control his urges, but his hard cock refused to relent. Eventually, he returned to camp, his basket filled with food

"Mother, Father, I have found enough for us to eat." Dagok said, his voice filled with regret.

The meal was simple but filling. Anipa's small fire and a flatiron with a pottery handle was all that he needed to prepare it. Dagok washed the fruit in a nearby stream. Anipa fed most of the fruit to Lyvelle. "They are better food for healing." The tubers, roots, leaves, and nuts he shared with Dagok. "Thank you, Son."

Lyvelle asked, "What did you sense - of yourself during the hours you spent foraging?"

Dagok looked down at his mother's injured form. His guilt and shame magnified his view of the pain in her eyes, and his heart ached. The weight of his father's anger and disappointment encumbered his spirit.

"I felt my Orc nature, Mother. I felt my need to dominate and control, to take what I want without thought for others. But I also felt the beauty of the forest and the animals within it. I felt a connection to the world, a sense of peace that eased my spirit for a time." Dagok tried to convey his authentic feelings. "Not all killing is unwarranted, but to act beyond what is necessary destroys the soul.

"You experienced truth, Son." Lyvelle pondered aloud. She looked at her husband. "Anipa, we must continue to the place where he will be tested. It will be hardest on you, until our son is free or dead."

Anipa frowned. "Let him prove what he has promised. There is no need for you to- you are not well."

Lyvelle surprised both of them by getting slowly to her feet, with the aid of the tree behind her. She steadied her left arm with her right one but winced. "I have rested and healed for a day. I will be more functional tomorrow, but I will walk around for a bit. I need to be alone." She drifted away among the trees, like a ghost haunting the woods.

An hour passed without a sign nor sound from her. Anipa fed dry twigs into their tiny fire, his frown increasing its heat. He said nothing. Her absence grew longer. Dagok's heart was heavy with guilt and sorrow. He saw the worry in his father's eyes. Lyvelle had looked so weak before leaving. His fear of losing her multiplied as time streamed along.

"Father, I will find her." Dagok said, his voice filled with resolve. He set out into the forest, following her trail.

The trail to Lyvelle was covered by her scent, one obvious to Dagok. She was closer than he expected, leaning against a tree and staring into a clear puddle. If she had shouted, Dagok and Anipa would have heard. At her son's approach, she shivered. "I knew you would come."

She looked so beautiful and vulnerable and enchanting, Dagok had trouble sensing his strong mother in her languishing form. He bowed his head in shame

"Mother, I am sorry. I cannot forgive myself for what I have done."

"You must accept that part of you, despite the chaos it brings. The harder you fight it, the stronger it will become. I have told your father, without words, what I must do to help." Lyvelle bent her knees, looking relieved to quit standing. She knelt before her son and reached her good hand into his loincloth. She grasped his still tumescent staff out of its cover and took the head into her mouth. Her hand stroked him slowly.

Dagok was shocked by his mother's action. He watched her lips wrap around his cock, feeling her tongue swirl around the head. His guilt faded as his arousal surged. He felt his cock swell further in her mouth.

"M-Mother, what are you doing?" Dagok asked, his voice filled with confusion and lust.

On every level, Lyvelle's son's question gave her no reason to cease working her mouth tightly around the head of his protruding prick. She fondled his balls and stroked its girth.

Dagok trembled as his mother's hand cupped his balls. His cock throbbed in her mouth, his body trembling with pleasure. He tried to pull away, but his lust overpowered his reason.

"M-Mother, please. I- I cannot control myself." Dagok moaned, his voice low with desire.

Lyvelle had to take her mouth off of her son's trembling dick. "Do not hold back your need, Son. Only be aware of its power, and respect it like you would the natural world." She engulfed his member, sinking her head down around nearly half of it. Her mouth was filled to her limit. Sucking and licking, Lyvelle worked swifter to break her son's resistance.

Dagok felt the difference his mother spoke of. He tried to focus on her generosity, his reactions becoming more tender and deliberate. He searched her face for signs of pain or pleasure. His lust remained strong, but he tried to keep it in check. But in resisting, his arousal grew more determined to finish quickly. His hips moved then, driving his cock deeper into his mother's head and with increasing force.

"Mother, I am trying, but my body fights my will." Dagok said, his voice filled concern. "I will not let my Orc nature consume me."

"Uhhnngg!" She groaned, pulling away again. "Do not fight. Do not control. That only enrages your instincts, Dagok. Listen to them. Find a new path through your desires."

Dagok tried to employ his mother's advice, but his body demanded full control, grabbing her head and stuffing her mouth with hard Orc cock! He felt his orgasm approaching, and he tried to resist, but his lust was too powerful. His hips thrust faster and harder into his mother's face, his cock swelling with the pressure of his impending climax.

"Mother, I cannot hold it back!" Dagok roared, his voice filled with desperation. "I need you!"

"What are you doing to her?" Anipa burst into the space. "She's in pain! Stop it, Dagok!" He grabbed his son's closest arm and tugged with all his strength!

Lyvelle writhed before her rutting son, suffering from the pounding to her head. She couldn't speak the warning she desperate wanted to tell her husband! "No, he is too lost. Don't risk yourself!"

It was dangerous for Anipa to try and stop their son now. Dagok's snarls and grimaces needed to be heeded!

When Dagok felt his father's grip, he struck out, reflexively, bashing Anipa in the chest and sending him reeling across their small camp. He ignored his father's pleas. His cock continued to pump into his mother's mouth and down her choking throat with unbridled intensity. His mind was a blur of lust and pleasure, his senses overwhelmed by his mother's otherwise limp body held up by hands around her neck.

"Father, I did not mean that!" Dagok cried out, his voice filled with desperation. "I failed you, Mother."

Yes, my son, Lyvelle thought. She knew her son's obsession was immune to his wishes, but she could not speak the words of reassurance he needed, only grunts and yelps from the pain wracking her throat and lungs!

Anipa groaned in the dirt, the wind knocked out of him, but he was otherwise uninjured. "Please, Son. Stop this!" He was crying.

Dagok's heart was wounded by his father's pain and his mother's suffering. His guilt grew as his orgasm approached, but he could not stop his body's demand for release.

"Father!" Dagok roared, his voice filled with desperation and regret. "Forgive me!"

Dagok's body tensed, and he released his pent-up lust inside his mother's tight hot gullet! His cock pulsed with each spurt of cum, his body shaking with the intensity of his climax.

Lyvelle shuddered against her son's bucking body. When he thrust for the last time and buried his cock deep into her battered hole, she surrendered completely to Dagok's power manifested. The thick girth that suffocated withdrew, accompanied by Dagok's soft sobs.

He knelt beside her and held her, unable to speak his sorrow after his crime for that would be hypocrisy.

With difficulty, Lyvelle looked around for her husband who was slumped in a ball weeping. If she could rest for half a day, Lyvelle believed she would be fit enough to continue their journey. It was not twilight yet, and she welcomed sleep's embrace. "You must continue your watch until dawn."

Dagok looked down at his mother's exhausted face, and his heart ached with regret. He saw the pain in her eyes, and guilt consumed him. He carried his mother back to camp. Anipa followed soon thereafter.

"I will watch over you both." Dagok said regretfully. "I will not fail you again." It was a thing he now said out of habit, meaningless until he actually succeeded. He prayed that he would one day achieve victory over his instincts.

Dagok moved away from their bedrolls, to find a place to sit and watch over them, his mind burning with guilt. He focused on the sounds of the forest, attempting to find peace within himself, but the proximity of his mother's wincing and trembling body haunted him.

His father glared at Dagok before returning to his bedroll. His son frowned unhappily unable to meet the male Elf's eyes.

Although spent emotionally, less so physically, Dagok fought off slumber, the night's gloom and dangers combining to keep his wits sharp.

When dawn brought its barest glow, Anipa rose from his bed and readied a fire, fixing a small meal from last night's leftovers. "Gather more of what you can. This meal is for your mother." They knew that the food within easy reach had already been scoured. Dagok would have to forage further into the woods.

Dagok left the camp, determined to find enough food for both of his parents. He walked through the verdant trees, searching for berries, roots, and nuts. The sounds of the forest surrounded him, but his mind was consumed by thoughts of his mother's suffering and his father's disappointment.

To find food, Dagok had to search farther than before. Distracted thoughts caused Dagok to miss a threat, and before he could react, a huge serpent fell from a tree and gripped him in its coils! Its head attempted to plunge its poisonous fangs into his neck, but he managed to grasp it's neck with both of his hands. His strong arms were barely sufficient to keep it's head at bay. He knew that each time he exhaled, the snake would constrict tighter until he could no longer breathe!

Dagok's heart raced as he felt the serpent's powerful coils tightening around his body. He tried to break free, but its grip was too strong. He felt the creature's cold scales against his skin. Fear and panic only increased the threat.

"Mother! Father!" Dagok shouted, his voice filled with desperation. "Help me!"

Even should his parents hear Dagok's cry, it would take them too long to reach him! He had only minutes left before his lungs would be empty. He must use what nature has given his race, to survive this powerful predator. Yet a part of his will wondered if he should let the serpent devour him, a quick escape from the agony in his heart. His arms were barely strong enough to keep its deadly fangs from burrowing into his neck!

Dagok watched the snake's maw inch closer with each little breath he was able to take. His mother's words of finding balance echoed in his mind. He tried to focus on his Orc nature, the strength and determination that came with it. With a roar Dagok snapped his teeth down on the snake's body, his powerful jaws crushing scales and bone.

The creature recoiled in pain, releasing its grip slightly. Dagok wrenched himself free and flung it away. In doing so, its fangs scraped his chest. The monster slithered into the underbrush. His heart pounded in his chest. His lungs gasped for air, and his ears rang from the blood coursing through them. It was a near thing, neither combatant the victor.

His wits were sharper after the brief battle. Dagok collected what food he could from the trees and undergrowth, now more aware of threats.

A weariness grew in his chest, poison spreading, but the scrape was shallow, and instead of stopping his heart, it gave him a vision.

He was entwined around his naked mother, while the snake entwined him. It urged him to fuck harder, tightening its coils each time he roared with pleasure! The snake was part of him, and its tail had become his rutting cock.

Dagok felt the snake's coils around him and his mother, guiding his movements, driving him deeper into her body. His senses were overwhelmed by the vision, the feeling of her wetness around his cock, her cries of ecstasy.

"Mother, I am me." Dagok whispered, his voice filled with love. "I wish not to let the beast within me take over, but I am the beast, and I must find a balance between my wishes and my nature."

The vision faded, leaving him panting and sweating in the forest, his cock oddly limp after the imagined coupling. Perhaps it was an effect of the poison. He collected himself and returned to camp, his mind racing with the memory of the serpent's embrace and the strange sense of unity it had brought him with his Orc nature.

Dagok returned while Lyvelle rested against a tree. Having finished a meal, she was mending her clothes.

Anipa greeted their son, standing between his wife and Dagok. He failed to hide his disappointment at what little his son had gathered. "We will need to hunt game when we journey into the wasteland. There are few plants, none edible. We must live on lizards and insects there."

Dagok barely heard him - his mind still disturbed from the vision.

"Father, I will hunt. I will provide for both of you."

They ate what Dagok foraged, and waited for Lyvelle to signal her readiness. They began a slow hike to where the forest ended and the wasteland began. The sky before them was overcast and gray. Broken clouds allowed sunlight to nourish the forest which they now must leave behind.

"The wasteland is merciless." Anipa professed as if mercy has already forgotten his soul.

"Check all of your skins that they are full of water and none leak." Lyvelle sounded stronger. She walked without a limp or wince into the barren lands.

Dagok checked his water skins. He joined her and Anipa at a thin stream to fill their stomachs. His recuperating mother's bruises were fading, but the dullness in her eyes remained.

They set out, leaving the comfort of the forest behind. Dagok tried to keep his thoughts on the journey ahead, but the memory of his mother's pained expression and the feeling of her warmth around his cock haunted him.

Threats were more obvious in the barren landscape, but strange sounds and shuffling beneath the ground unnerved them. Overhead, carrion birds circled but only as far as they dared fly from the forest. By the end of the first day's march, the dark skies were empty. Not even stars appeared when night fell. The day's warmth fled as sharp cold grew around their camp. They carried little wood for heat. All must be saved for cooking. Yet along their path, nothing worth hunting was found. They chewed on a few insects dug from holes in the infertile earth.

Dagok watched his mother and father struggle with their meager meal. He felt his stomach growling and his mouth dry, but his sadness outweighed those inconveniences.

"We must find more food tomorrow." His mother asserted.

"We will rest here for a few hours and continue our journey until the land warms again tomorrow." Anipa declared. "This will increase our hunger, but decrease our need for water which is more important."

The moon was obscured by clouds, but enough of its light reached the ground to allow Elven and Orcish eyes to navigate the broken terrain.

Lyvelle agreed. "The march will keep us warm enough." At least until their bodies had no energy left to move them.

Dagok's eyes scanned the dark horizon. His Orcish instincts sensed something was out there, aware of them.

"You should rest, Mother and Father."

He sat at the edge of their makeshift camp, senses alert. His mind swirled with thoughts of his mother's body as well as normal thirst and hunger. He drank judiciously from one of his water-skins. Shrieks and howls punctuated the night, none of which could Dagok identify, but nothing disturbed his parents' rest. He woke them when he guessed midnight had arrived.

They proceeded nearly silently through the dimly lit landscape. "The eyes of desert beasts are upon us. But they are small and no threat." Anipa explained after a few miles were crossed.

A good pace, one tempered by her limitations, kept them warm in their great cloaks, until the sun rose sufficiently to bring great heat to the desolate land.

Dagok kept his eyes peeled and his nose to the wind, his senses keen. The cries of distant creatures only increased his hunger, but he focused on the task at hand.

"Mother, Father, we must find food soon." He said, his voice filled with urgency. As the heat grew, and the sun beamed down like a blacksmith's hammer, they found refuge in a ravine with shade to last all day. They camped and let Dagok sleep, giving him the last of their food.

Lyvelle awakened her son at evening's twilight. Anipa handed him a skewer of small lizards, roasted. "Be sure to drink enough water. Rationing too much will leave you dead with full wine skins."

Dagok nodded, his stomach rumbling. He devoured the roasted lizards gratefully.

He drank from his water skin, feeling the liquid soothe his throat and stomach. His eyes were still heavy with fatigue.

"What is our plan?"

Lyvelle finished the one lizard on her skewer. "We have less than a week to travel in this forsaken place. By continuing west, we will reach foothills with better chances for food and water."

"We will be out of water by then." Anipa warned. "We must keep a good pace now, so that when we are delirious from thirst, one of us can reach a stream or pool."

"Let us be off." Lyvelle tested her arm. It was tender but fully functional. She lifted her pack and determined their direction.

Dagok studied his mother's careful movements, her face tinged with pain, but her eyes had grown determined. "Mother, Father, I will scout ahead. There may yet be water and food around."

He set off, his eyes scanning the horizon, nose attending the sullen air, the soles of his feet sensitive to the ground. He used his Orcish instincts to try and identify signs of prey. His mind had evolved for survival over social structures.

Hours into their night march, his instincts were rewarded. Sensing movement beneath him, Dagok stabbed the earth with his spear, killing a dry-worm. He brought its carcass, nearly as long as his spear and as thick as his arm, to his parents.

"The flesh is good eating, Son, but it must be thoroughly cleaned, and that would waste our water." Anipa shook his head. They left his kill behind them.

"I will find something else." Dagok felt the sting of defeat, but his hunger was momentarily satisfied by the pride of a successful hunt. He continued to search ahead of his parents, his determination unyielding. Half a night passed, as they marched steadily and drank sparingly. A foul wind blew nasty air to Dagok's nostrils. There was a great buzzing ahead. Intrigued, he was about to investigate when his parents shouted to him. "Retreat, Son!"

Dagok's instincts screamed at him to charge ahead, to conquer and claim. But he heard the fear in their voices and reluctantly pulled back. "What is it?" He called out. "Form a circle, back to back!" Lyvelle yelled. "They will be upon us quickly!" She readied her sword and buckler. Anipa produced his longest knife. They dropped their packs and prepared to fight. Dagok did as he was told, his heart hammering.

A cloud of hungry, buzzing creatures approached, their wings beating a furious rhythm. They were unlike any insects he had ever seen, flying badgers with exoskeletons instead of fur and noses like daggers. The swarm was nearly upon them. "Mother, Father, hold fast!"