Note from Author: This story contains scenes of incest as well as an element of non-consensual sex.
Chapter 1: A Girding of Loins
A strong callused hand appeared at the edge of the cliff. It scrambled for mere moments until finding a grip. With a grunt, the hand was joined by its owner. A golden-haired god of a man, muscles thick on his frame.
Weathered leather straps held a weapon to his broad back, while a black loin cloth concealed his lower region. With a growl, he heaved and rolled the rest of his body onto the cliff's edge. Breathing deep, he took a moment to gather himself before standing.
Feet shod in crisscrossing black sandals, he planted himself on the rocky perch, rising up to his massive six foot five height.
His gray eyes squinted down at the land before him. It lay like a colorful rug below him. It was the land he knew best, for it birthed him.
The experiences of testing himself against its wilds had molded him sure as any family member from his tribe. He was proud of this land... that is, until she came.
The Sorceress had appeared one day with her dark magics. With each enchantment, she enslaved man and woman alike. However, she failed in one crucial point, she hadn't captured him, the mighty Erectus.
Gritting his teeth, he turned to face what had been the top of mount Bazunga. Instead of its pleasant rounded peek stood a monstrous tower created by the foul witch. The dark shaft of the tower pierced the heavens.
Erectus knew the Sorceress was at the tower's head, for at night white flame shot forth from its upper most tip. Gods only knew what horrors lay before him inside that enormous edifice.
Cracking his knuckles, he moved to find an entrance, but was immediately blocked by two gigantic beasts. What Erectus had initially taken for boulders were two bulbous hairy creatures. Erectus gasped as eyes and mouths appeared on the surface of these mounds of flesh. Even more terrifying than that, they spoke in the common tongue.
"Ah, he comes," observed the left one.
"To seek our mistress," agreed the right.
Uncertain of the creatures' intent, Erectus scowled and demanded, "Let me pass. My quarrel is not with you."
The two masses moved closer to one another. However, Erectus could not determine just how the things managed locomotion. Upon reaching each othe0,r the surface of the creatures' skin quivered.
"Ooo, he demands so vigorously," noted the right.
"Perhaps he wishes to perspire with us?" inquired the left.
Erectus took a step back. A soft crunch of stone and the sound of pebbles falling reminded him that a very sudden drop would be his reward for retreating from this. Girding himself, he once again addressed the beasts. "I say again, I have no issue with you. I am here to seek entrance to the Sorceress's chamber. That is all."
Beads of moisture glistened upon the skin of each mass. Their bodies seem to pulse with furtive movements. "Your tone is rough and harsh," stated the left one.
"And we find it quite..." the right one paused before finishing in a shudder, "...invigorating."
Choosing a diplomatic approach, the man then said, "It gladdens my heart that we may be friends instead of enemies. May I get your assistance in finding a way into the tower?"
"Mm, that is a delicious request," purred the right one.
Light was now glistening off the surface of both beings. "And an easy thing to help with as well," replied the left.
Perking up at this, Erectus took a small step forward, only stopping when seeing the two shiver. "Indeed." He chewed his lip, trying to figure out how to proceed. Deciding the direct approach was best he asked, "If it be as easy as you say, where is the portal to enter the tower that lies behind you?"
"Between us of course," squealed the left.
"We don't even have any arms to stop you, even if we wished," pointed out the right.
The man held up his hands, palms skyward in a pleading gesture. "Then might I ask that you part, so I may proceed?" Silence greeted his inquiry. "Excuse me?" he was uncertain again.
Finally, the right suggested, "Perhaps the man can slip between us?"
"I..." Erectus did not like that idea very much.
"We are quite slick," added the left.
"Wouldn't it be simpler if the two of you parted?" asked the man.
"Ohhh!" wailed the two in unison.
"The very sorceress you seek has cursed us two," explained the left.
A familiar earthy scent wafted into Erectus's nostrils. As he pondered the odor, the shape of the two beasts also seemed to spark a recollection, but he could not put his finger upon it.
"She demands that we stand sentry over the entrance," cried the right.
"Only one with true testicular fortitude can pass our bulk," supplied the left.
"Very well." Being a man of action, Erectus would not shy away from this test. Sure, he could slay the things that lay before him, but from the sounds of it, they were cursed and could have once been people he knew.
At a young age, he was taught that the wise hunter only does what is needed. For that preserves the balance and therefore benefits all. Reaching out he placed a hand against each of the spherical mounds.
To his surprise, the flesh was warm to the touch. The strands of hair that covered the creatures was coarse and stringy, and again his senses were bombarded by an aroma he could almost place.
Bunching his shoulders, he pressed against each thing, creating a small cleft between their forms. Without a second thought, he shoved his own body in the partial gap.
The tacky surface clung to his skin. Despite the assurances of one of the beasts, the sweat that surrounded him did not make his passage any easier.
