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Danathius the mage also belongs to  Dan_Aers

As always Torvanskir and his big smug bastard energy is a ton of fun to write ^^

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There’s an old saying that those around these parts like to mention over mugs of ale - You always know when a dragon is looking at you. There’s something about draconic attention that you can feel in your bones, no matter the distance it’s obtained at. Often this saying was followed with tales of adventurers being tracked down and eaten, or perhaps clawed asunder if the dragon in question was feeling brutal. Of course, these were just sayings, legends if you will.

Torvanskir was responsible for at least half of these legends. The Blue Beast of Shaklar was a notorious sight around the forests, partially due to his size, but mostly because he was known to hunt magical artifacts. Deep in the forest the dragon held a hoard of enough concentrated magic to vaporise a continent, centuries of the most thaumically charged items the dragon could find all stuffed into one place. It was said that you could reason with him, and should you defeat him with words you would be rewarded with great power. Tor had to admit that last part was an embellishment - mortals were far too slow and dim-witted to argue with him, and for those that tried the only reward they received was the dragon toying with them first before stripping them of magic and grinding them into the forest floor, armour shrieking as several tons of irritated dragon ground it into a mangled mess.

Currently he had just been awoken from his slumber by something interesting - after so long collecting magic the dragon could sense it in the air, almost like a sixth sense, and right now someone nearby was using a very VERY large amount of it. His interest was piqued, and the possibility of a juicy reward was enough to get him to spread his wings and take off, trees whipping around him due to the wind from each mighty wingbeat. It didn’t take him long to find the source of the magic - it was a human, a mortal in fact. Specifically a mage, judging by the spells that were crackling across the clearing. He was battling some kind of demon, a powerful one, and Tor decided he would watch this little light show from afar before making his presence known.

Danathius gasped as the toll from his last spell rippled through his body. Casting spells with insufficient mana was like exercising past your limits, there was only so far you could go before your body just collapsed. He could feel the fatigue spreading through his limbs, but still he pressed forward, firing off another fireball at the demon. It dodged but he was ready for it, already preparing the sealing spell he’d missed a few times already.

“Hah! You think that will bind me?!” The demon was already leaning away from the spell when suddenly chains erupted from the ground, holding it still. “What? What is the meaning of this?”

“Means I learn from my mistakes.” Danathius grinned as he twisted his hand, completing the spell and enveloping the demon in crimson light. The creature roared and struggled against the chains, but it could do nothing to stop itself slowly being dragged down into the ground. When it finally disappeared Danathius gasped and collapsed against a nearby tree, breathing heavily. He felt like he’d run a marathon - his only saving grace was that the gold from this little endeavour would definitely be worth it.

CRASH

“GAAAAAAAAH!” Danathius involuntarily yelled in terror as Tor crashed into the clearing, hitting the ground with enough force to crack it. 50 tons of solid dragon was never going to make a subtle entrance, and besides Tor preferred to make his victims feel his presence. Even just standing there he was a sight, the trees around him all leaning away due to the shockwave from the landing.

“Well aren’t you… impressive.” Tor’s voice was both a blessing and a curse, like drowning in honey. It enveloped the mage, poured over him and dripped through his head. Just a simple compliment made him feel strange, almost like he wanted to go along with the dragon, do whatever he said. Somehow though he pulled himself back from this strange spell.

“Uh….thank you?” Danathius backed up a little against the tree as the dragon advanced towards him, each thunderous step shaking the ground and making him bounce up and down a little. “Hey, you’re Torvanskir right? The Blue Beast?”

Tor chuckled. “My reputation precedes me it seems. But we’re here to talk about you, not me. I presume you know what I do, yes?”

“N-no?”

Tor leaned forwards, smiling at the mage. It wasn’t a comforting smile - no, this was more like the kind of grin a shark gives to a particularly tasty looking fish. Danathius could smell the faint odour of meat on his breath, just a hint at the back of his throat.

“Come now little human. You must have heard something, hmm?” Tor just waited, letting the silence extend out while he slowly inched closer to the mage. Danathius had no idea what to do - the dragon couldn’t know about him, and yet he felt compelled to spill his secrets.

“You…collect magic items, don’t you? Artifacts and such?”

“Indeed. I look for magic where it can be found, and where it can be found right now is right here.”

“I….I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tor smiled again, malevolence gleaming in his eyes. “Oh? Well isn’t that a shame. Are you sure you don’t have anything stashed away in there? Perhaps I could…appraise some of your items for you.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Danathius’ temple, languidly dripping past his brow all the way to the tip of his chin, holding for a second before dropping. The mage prayed the dragon didn’t see it, but those black and yellow eyes had him pinned under their gaze, like an ant under a magnifying glass, able only to pray that his tormentor had mercy. He tried to look amiable but it was a losing battle - the dragon could see all the little tremors, the telltale shivers of stress and fear, reading him like an open book all while he grinned and watched.

“Well it’s been wonderful, but I really must be going.” Danathius pushed himself to his feet, dusting himself down and turning away from the dragon, but he had barely gone two steps before a huge paw came down on his back. With a grunt he was forced into the dirt, and he grunted in pain as weight started to grind him into the ground a little. Tor rolled him over, his paw covering all of Danathius’ body as the poor mage was completely trapped underneath it. Escape would have been impossible even if he was at full strength - the dragon’s muscles were like steel cables, the ones rippling in just one forepaw thicker than his entire body. The dragon could have held him down with a finger.

“Ahhh, it’s you.” Tor smiled as he leaned down to inspect his prey. Danathius tried to struggle and escape even despite the futility and Tor just watched with curiosity, letting him flail hopelessly. “You’re the source of the magic, aren’t you?”

“Gah, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“My my, you’re a stubborn little insect aren’t you? Well then let’s make a deal. First, a demonstration.” Tor reached to the side and grabbed a nearby tree, ripping it out of the ground. He placed it in front of him, placed his other paw on top, and with barely a whisper of effort smashed his paw all the way through the toughened back and slammed it into the earth.

“Now I’m willing to bet your body's a little more fragile than that tree. Serve up your magic to me, and perhaps I’ll be inclined to let you go. Do nothing, and…” he looked around. “Well, the wildlife will certainly appreciate your sacrifice.” Tor chuckled as he leaned forward, his maw inches from Danathius’ face. “What do you say?”

Danathius knew he had no other options, and so with a heavy heart he called the rest of his magic from his body. Or rather he started to, and then Tor grabbed hold of that magic and pulled it out of him. What should have been little more than ethereal mist was ripped from his body and pulled into a solid orb, the mana given physical mass right in front of his eyes. He would have been impressed had he not been preoccupied with how hideous it felt, like someone was pulling the blood from his veins, and when it finished he had to gasp for air. Tor inspected the little lump with interest - it looked like a small bowling ball, pitch black and warping the air around it slightly.

“Perhaps not the most extravagant sum, but it shall serve its purpose.” Tor’s grin widened as he opened his mouth and chomped on the ball, the thing making a slight bulge in his throat as he scarfed it down and licked his lips. He appeared to wait, and while Danathius didn’t know what he was waiting for it soon became very clear when the dragon began to emit strange noises. Creaks and snaps, as if his body was breaking apart, his scales rippling in the forest light.

“Mmmnngh, ohhh that hits the spot. NNGH.” Tor grunted as his already massive body began to swell even larger, muscle expanding out all over his body even where there shouldn’t have been space for it. He closed his eyes and lifted his head backwards as the growth began to pulse outwards through his body, subtle bulges here and there indicating which muscles were growing and which were simply flexing from the pleasure of it all. Tor’s grunt deepened as the growth surged into his chest, the twin boulders of his pecs somehow growing even larger than before. Dragons often had large chest muscles, a byproduct of having to carry a lot of weight when flying and some of the flight muscles being located there, but with a dragon as big and thick as Tor those muscles were exaggerated to an insane degree. Now they were exploding with size, to the point that had you compared them to before you would think they were previously small. Huge slabs of rock hard muscle writhed on his chest as even more strength was forced into them, veins popping even through the hardened scales as he grunted and groaned in pleasure.

Having forced his torso outwards the growth spread around his body a little more. There wasn’t a huge amount of magic to work with, so it went to the highest concentration of muscle in his body, which was his back. A huge expanse of muscle that formed its own sort of landscape, a tableau and a testament to the sheer insane force required to lift almost 50 tons of dragon into the air. Improving on it seemed impossible, and yet he once again grunted in pleasure as his flight muscles swelled, as the canyons and valleys on his back deepened, new muscle rising up to take the place of old and expand on it. It made him look even bulkier than before, his torso thickening with each breath. Danathius whimpered a little as the weight pinning him down increased, his struggles completely ignored as Tor continued to add on to his already prodigious strength.

With the majority of the magic now spent it moved downwards to his legs, the limbs lengthening as he was given the means to move his enhanced weight once again. His forelimbs ballooned outwards from iron girders to thick, muscular trunks, teardrop shapes forming as the new muscle naturally assumed the most optimal position. The paws widened too, claws digging large furrows into the ground right beside Danathius’ head. He could only watch as the paw holding him down flexed and grew, slowly inching over his body until it pinned his arms now as well, the mage just unable to move. Not that he even wanted to right now - he was entranced by the sight of the dragon growing larger. Afraid of course - he was still expecting to be crushed like a grape at any minute - but still enjoying the show so to speak.

“Ahhhh.” Tor sighed as the magic was finally expended, and he looked down at the mage with disappointment. He was much larger than before, even with a relative trickle of magic to work with - it seemed he was adept at converting the energy into pure mass, and adding it to his body. The transmutation for that kind of thing was beyond even Danathius, and the mage had no idea how Tor was even doing it, but it looked as natural as breathing for him. Then again nothing about the dragon looked natural anymore - he was a behemoth, a living wall of strength and yet another example of just how unfair evolution could be. Even the ground around him shook as he adjusted his stance, getting a better angle on Danathius so he could lean closer.

“I was expecting more.” Tor’s voice was much louder than before, still dripping with the same confident arrogance. Danathius wondered if it was even right to call the dragon arrogant when he could back up everything he said. “Where’s the rest of your power?”

“I uh… used it. That demon, yknow? Heh.” Danathius trailed off as the dragon looked at him closely. He prodded him in the collarbone with a single, titanic claw, showing surprising dexterity not to accidentally skewer him like a cocktail sausage. “So does…uh…does that mean I can leave now?”

The resulting laugh from Tor made it very clear what his answer would be even before he said it. “Oh I’m not done with you yet, little mage.” For a second the dragon looked at him, narrowing his eyes - and then Danathius gasped as his thoughts were ripped from his head. There was no asking for entry or permission, and he squirmed as Tor rummaged around in his mind checking for mana entry points, making sure he had the mage fully mapped out in a frankly brutal fashion. The fact that he was still pinned to the floor only made it worse, that huge paw not letting him writhe properly like he wanted so desperately to.

“Primitive, but I can work with this.” Tor raised his other paw, twisting it as he cast a spell that not even Danathius could understand. The dragon’s magic was so far beyond his own, augmented with centuries of experimentation, and it wasn’t until the portal opened that the mage figured out what it was for. Tor rummaged around in the portal for a little bit, closing one eye as he leaned in and ignoring the complaints of Danathius underfoot, who was struggling to breathe as the dragon leaned a bit heavier on him. “Got it.” Tor exclaimed, pulling out a small potion bottle from the portal and closing it. Well, small was a bit of a misnomer - it was actually about the size of Danathius’ upper body, but in the dragon’s massive claws it looked miniscule.

“W-what is that?” Danathius could only look up in fear as Tor grinned, uncorking the vial.

“Drink.” He waited for Danathius to comply, tipping it towards him.

“Hell no, what the hell is tha - URK” The choice was taken from him as Tor pressed down ever so slightly, the mage gasping as he felt his ribs bend inwards, and in the moment he opened his mouth Tor poured the potion onto his face. He couldn’t help but swallow it, but the moment he did he realised what it was - it was healing him, rejuvenating his energy. No, more than that, it was increasing it. He could feel himself brimming with magic, overflowing with it in a way that felt almost like cheating. He didn’t know but this was actually his maximum capacity, and he happily drank as much as he could, feeling himself fill to the brim with fizzing, sparking magic.

When the potion finally ran out Danathius was fully charged, but he had a feeling he knew what was coming next. Sure enough Tor leaned over him again, making sure the mage wasn’t wasting any of the magic he intended to take right back. That chest was like a cliff stretching above his eyeline, just a huge wall of diamond-hard muscle that made him almost drool from the sight of it. It was strange to be attracted to a dragon, but Danathius was attracted to strength - muscle, magic, political influence, he’d sampled them all, but Tor was the extreme end of this. The dragon was a force of nature, a living, breathing weapon. One that could get even stronger, Danathius realised. With this magic he could have teleported away, he could have detonated a fireball that would scorch the land to the dirt for miles around. But somehow the option of surrendering it to the already titanic dragon was the most appealing one.

“I hope we’re not getting any…ideas.” Tor chuckled. “Are we going to behave, or do I have to make you behave?”

In response Danathius began to offer up his magic again, once more feeling that jolt as the dragon grabbed it and began to rip it out. This time though it was a far cry from the trickle of energy he’d given the first time around, no this was a ghostly stream of the stuff, a huge waterfall that went up instead of down, up from Danathius’ body and through Tor’s paw keeping him down. The orb that began to form was much heavier than the last one, the result of so much more magic being compressed into it. Already it was the size of the last one and Danathius could feel his magic stores barely depleted. He tried to help by actively pushing it out, watching the stream become a torrent as he forced the energy from his body, forced it up into that ball. He watched as it was forced larger in size, so much power compressed into it that the air around it warped inwards, concentrated energy mimicking mass. At this point it was starting to bend the rules of physics, and still the energy poured out, still Danathius felt himself grow weaker and weaker. The orb was forced to increase in size, still maxed out in terms of density, but growing to the size of a beach ball now. Finally Danathius felt the magic began to splutter, and when it ran out he was left looking at a ball of magic that made his head spin. It was an unfathomable amount of magic, and when Tor went to grab it out of the air you could see his arm tense up when it made contact. He had to actually strain to hold the thing, muscles the size of buses blasting forth to cope with the monumental weight. Danathius just watched in awe as the dragon leaned forth and swallowed it all in one, the huge mass making an equally huge bulge in his throat as he forced it down. He could feel the shudder that ran through Tor’s body when the dragon finally gulped all that magic for good, as if the earth itself was shaking in preparation of what was to come.

Tor growled as the magic curled through his body. The difference between then and now was night and day, like the difference between static electricity and jamming a fork into a toaster. Every single cell of his body was lit up with energy, every fibre of his being fizzled and spat and sung with power. It couldn’t just sit in him like some enormous mass, it had to reshape the vessel, and so it began to do just that. It started in his chest, the strength curling around the fibres and tendons and forcing them to strain, only instead of relaxing they tensed harder, and harder, and HARDER. Each second was tens of kilos of raw mass just forced in, those twin boulders that he called pecs absolutely exploding until Danathius thought he was looking at two mountains. Diamond-hard scales looked almost fit to burst apart as the flesh underneath was supercharged to an obscene level, the kind of strength that was just unfair.

“OHHHHHH, THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!” Tor’s voice had not only deepened yet again but it was an order of magnitude louder, blasting across the landscape and scattering birds almost 30 miles away. He rolled his eyes as the magic continued to evolve him from dragon into living tank, pushing so much muscle and raw power into his chest that he felt like he could take a meteor strike with it. Just shifting from paw to paw he could feel the power held in all that muscle, he could feel the potential just aching to be used. Tor did work out often, pulling large boulders around and the like, but now he doubted even the largest 1500 ton ones would pose even a ghost of a challenge to him. He groaned as it kept going, and now his sides expanded as the muscle had nowhere else to go. He was literally being forced larger due to strength, much in the same way the magic ball had been forced to expand, unable to compress any further - right now his body was so thick and dense with muscle that he had to grow upwards and outwards in order to contain it all. This wasn’t like stretching gum, he didn’t become thinner due to the height and width - no, he stayed absolutely jacked beyond belief, his body a testament to the limits of living flesh. Up past his old height he grew yet again - he’d been maybe 1.5x his height from the first drain, but this one saw him surge beyond the trees, his head soaring upwards as he ascended. And this was barely the first part of the growth too, right now it was still focused in that indestructible cliff of muscle that was his chest, but with even that reaching the limit the magic was spreading outwards again. It was a rush, even more so because there was about 5x more of him for it to rush through now.

He was so caught up in the growth that he’d completely forgotten about poor Danathius, who was still pinned under that single paw. Except whereas before it had just covered his torso, and now it was widening with every second. The mage could do nothing but watch as it slowly enveloped his entire body, like it was sucking him in almost. Worse still the weight on top of him was growing so much more than before, and even though the dragon wasn’t leaning on him he could feel all that mass poised on top of him. If the dragon made one misstep he would be nothing more than a paste smeared into the forest floor, but there was nothing he could do about it now. His head was forced back as the dragon’s claws widened and the pads pushed his chin upwards until it was parallel with the dirt. His head was forced sideways as his whole body was covered - he couldn’t move a single muscle even an inch, and this was with barely a fraction of the dragon’s weight on top of him. He couldn’t even move his head, but then a stroke of luck: Tor’s growth caused him to shift on his feet, and Danathius was able to pop his head out between two toes that were larger than he was. What he saw was awe-inspiring, Tor stretching into the heavens like some living god, his groans thundering through the landscape as his limbs exploded with power. The mage watched as the forelimb holding him down slowly knotted with muscle, like watching a tree trunk thickening, great slabs of strength writhing as they anchored to his bones and enhanced the already legendary musculature. He wanted to touch it, to feel the scales expanding against his hand, but considering the rest of his body was one wrong step away from being a pancake he settled for just observing.

Tor was making some strange movements, wriggling in an odd way, but the reason quickly became clear - his flight muscles were receiving some much needed upgrades. The wings themselves had expanded with his height but the muscles powering them needed to be scaled up much more than the initial growth. Tor was losing himself in the pleasure as his back writhed and rippled with power, so much strength pouring into it that he could feel his body stretching to accommodate it all. The valleys and canyons of his back became deep chasms and pits, huge gouges marking where titanic chunks of muscle were barely contained by his scales. He felt the difference when he gave one wingbeat, felt the resistance where before it had been like wafting paper through the air - now that singular wingbeat generated a hurricane that stripped leaves from all the trees around him, blew the very earth itself apart as the grass and shrubbery was peeled away from the dirt by sheer wind pressure alone.

He paused, his eye widening before an immense burst of orgasmic bliss caused him to roar in ecstasy. In his original form his tail had possessed the bulkiness and heft of a crocodile’s tail, thick and durable at the cost of dexterity. Now those traits were being exaggerated as a long line of growth ran down the length of it, starting at the base and rolling in one blissful sensation right to the tip. He rolled his eyes as the muscle there tripled in size, quadrupled in strength, the spikes protruding further as the whole thing lengthened to better balance his literal walking cataclysm of a body. He shook as it thickened all the way through, eventually whipping the ground with an impact that sounded like an explosion, one that left massive cracks shearing through the ground.

“Hrghhhh, ohhhh that feels….ngh….nghhhh…….GRRRAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!”

The growth exploded all over him as he roared, a huge jet of fire spewing into the air as the dragon lost control. Danathius gasped as he felt more weight piled onto his body, his inability to move becoming less an inconvenience and more a direct problem due to how hard it was to breathe, but the tradeoff was witnessing the dragon surge even larger. His body exploded with size even while he was roaring his pleasure, his chest deepening, his limbs thickening, his whole body shuddering as he continued to just get stronger. Even the jet of fire he was spewing into the night air was affected, the torrent becoming a wall as his chest thickened and the muscles controlling his fire glands expanded. It was the middle of the day and yet it felt like the land was impossibly bright, a beacon of blazing light marking the spot where a dragon was becoming a deity. The roar itself grew deeper as he grew taller and thicker, as his paws dug into the ground deep enough that lava seeped from the cracks he wrought, as his whole existence became more. It was a roar that an entire continent could hear, echoing across the planet like some sort of battle cry.

It took a full minute for this orgy of growth to cease, but when it did Tor was a hulking monstrosity of a dragon. The elder drakes of old had been some of the largest creatures to roam the planet, with the legends saying these mythical beasts were the size of buildings - they would have been not even chest high to the utterly immense blue dragon currently dominating the horizon, and even if they did have the height then Tor would have had more muscle in just one obscenely thick arm than they would have in their entire bodies. Right this second Danathius was struggling to move the paw holding him down, but it was a futile quest when the bicep holding it there was 10 times thicker than his whole body, just a solid boulder of muscle that wasn’t even straining keeping him in place.

“OHHHHH, I’M GOING TO NEED MORE OF THAT.” The dragon wasn’t shouting but his size meant that it didn’t matter, that voice was going to blast over Danathius whether he was listening or not. He finally noticed the mage struggling to breathe and with a grin he lifted his paw, Danathius gasping for air. “YOU MAKE A FINE BATTERY, LITTLE MAGE.”

“Well, I uh, aim to please.” The mage stuttered a little bit as he said this, trying to hide just how absolutely in awe and love he was with this mammoth dragon’s body, with the power he could feel just from the vibrations of his voice, rumbling all around him. “Th-that was a mana potion, right? I guess you uh, probably stole it from an adventurer or something.”

“HE GAVE IT AS WILLINGLY AS HIS OWN LIFE. I TOOK BOTH WITH LITTLE EFFORT.”

“Yeah so uh I think I can make more of them. Pretty sure all I need are mana crystals, and there are a bunch of them in some of the caves nearby. We could dig them out?”

Tor leaned closer once again. Those eyes were so much bigger than before, so big that Dan felt himself getting lost in them. He felt that invasive touch again, the dragon checking his thoughts for confirmation.

“YOU WISH FOR MY ASCENSION.” Tor was taken aback - dragons are notoriously selfish, and the thought of helping others for zero personal gain was alien to his species. “IT SEEMS WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON. ALLOW ME TO MAKE YOU A DEAL THEN. YOU MAKE MORE OF THE POTION, AND I WILL SHOW YOU JUST HOW MUCH I CAN REALLY GROW.”

“That…sounds like a deal to me.” Danathius smiled as he stood, the dragon behind him like a huge building, thudding along as he led the way. Something told him this partnership would be a lucrative one for the dragon, and he couldn’t wait to watch.