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The Knight of Arcalund Book 01

By: CaptainSmashums





The world of Arcalund is a magical and enchanting land filled to the brim with majestic kingdoms, monster-infested dark forests, and the children of this lush land are thrilled by the endless exploits of legends and heroes. 

Of these legends, one rings of particular importance. 

The great line of Goldmorrow had consistently spawned celebrated and valorous Knights for generations. Indeed, it seemed that every Goldmorrow son had a warrior's resolve and courage, and each had served the throne as protectors of the very lush, and exceedingly prosperous kingdom of Trilane.

(I now proceed to inform you of the line of Goldmorrow, and then, the very Kingdom of Trilane, where our story takes place.)

First I will speak of the latter day Goldmorrow scions, those legends who most recently have captured the Kingdom's imagination and hearts with their selfless acts of dedication and nobility (for to retrace the lineage from its inception, and catalogue the finer deeds of each would take far more time and space than I have available to scratch quill upon!).

Sir Lorvant Goldmorrow was said to ride into battle on an armored golden stallion that would tirelessly track down wrongdoers. He was said to be ten feet tall, with flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes (traits that all sons of Goldmorrow bare, mind you). Sir Lorvant's greatest task was strangling each of the nine heads of the dreaded Hydra Kashumaks with his bare hands! 

Sir Lorvant begat Sir Kirkland Goldmorrow, who was as fine a swordsman as any could witness. He was said to have never slept a day in his life, and could not be disarmed if he did not wish it. His greatest task was snipping the eyes out of each and every single serpent in the head of the vile Medusa queen Lilavet, just before stabbing her eyes out as well. This fantastic feat of swordplay was done in less than three blinks of an eye. Blinded and embarrassed, Lilavet vanished to her secret island fortress of stone, never to plague Trilane or its people again. 

Sir Kirkland begat Sir Jaysek Goldmorrow, who wielded a mace that's touch crippled any evil being it touched. Arguably the greatest of the Goldmorrow heroes, he was said to be of utter honesty and piety, never once refusing to aid an individual in need of it. His greatest task was foiling an assassination attempt on the King of Trilane himself, sacrificing his own body in the process. With his dying act, he caved in the skull of the dreaded Lich Assassin Goohas, ridding the world of his incalculable evil.  

Sir Jaysek begat Sir Carnos Goldmorrow, who is the hero of our story, and was blessed with all the gifts attributed to the hallowed and sacrosanct Goldmorrow name. He had the courage, pure blond hair, penetrating blue eyes, and skill at arms that signified lineage of the great line of heroes. He also had a few attributes extra, which would be completely wrong to leave out when scribing about such a colorful and interesting individual.

Carnos was blessed with a shimmering ocean of blond hair that he kept short and combed forth, smoothing in a perfect wave just above his eyes, which were of such a soulful and deep blue that they could be described as glowing. Not a bright, sky sort of glow, but a deep, dark hum of energy that accompanied his dreamy gaze. With a chiseled face and a body made lean and perfect from rigors of adventuring life, Carnos was by far the most visually appealing of his very famous family line. It was at a young age when he discovered his taste for women, and he still remembered the spanking he received for being caught nestled into the hulking cleavage of his buxom nurse at the tender age of 5. It seemed all his life, the young Goldmorrow scion received all manner of attention from the fairer sex, and his adventuring exploits were only rivaled by his carnal ones.

Sir Carnos Goldmorrow donned a sterling breastplate of armor that repelled magical attacks of all kinds, and wielded a lethally sharp longsword that always guided him to his destination, and a shield that would never be far from his side. Indeed, on numerous occasions he had tested this ability on several expensive tavern-bets, where the assembled patrons would hide the shield, and sometimes even bury it, only to watch in awe as the thing rolled from its hiding place and back into the grip of the young Knight!

His Stallion was named Savolt, who was the fastest mount in the entire world. This legendary steed could ride for days without so much as a carrot, and was said to have hooves that were as hard as diamonds, able to crack any surface with a well-placed trample. 

Among the young Knight's more exotic companions was the constant company of Smokesnort, a gold Dragon Whelpling who, not of yet old enough to claim his home on the fabled shores known as the Wyrm Isles, decided to spend the majority of his time being a part of Carnos' wild adventures. He was the size of a small horse, and had the ego of a creature a thousand times larger. The Dragon was notoriously arrogant, and only kept company with lesser beings like humans when they proved exceptional. And, as you may have already guessed, Carnos Goldmorrow absolutely reeks of exceptionality.

The young Knight, his Stallion and his snobby Gold Dragon Whelpling had saved the Kingdom of Trilane numerous times. They had status and warm greetings from every commoner and noble alike in the Kingdom. With his companions, bravery and steel, young Carnos, who was not a sunrise above 20, was well on his way to surpassing even the greatest of his family, which was, as you may already have guessed, not an easy task.

However, things were about to change for our hero...

Trilane was as perfect a Kingdom as you could dream. Ruled over by the benevolent, if not slightly farsighted King Jurvas. The people were happy, blessed with full crops and gorgeous, preferable climate. The breeze in Trilane was perfection taken form, and the nites were clear and star-filled. The most fascinating trait of this dear and nigh-perfect place absolutely had to be its maidens.

It seemed that every young woman born to the kingdom was endowed with a superb and buxom, busty figure, with ripe, full breasts and womanly hips. The beauty of Trilane's daughters could not be denied, and was a favored topic among the more raunchy bards of Arcalund. In this happy and prosperous place was a popular tavern where the ale was frothy and true, the beds were warm, and the company cheery. The most famous tavern in the entire world was The Lucky Lich, run by Barrow the alemaster, who was said to be scribe of all thinks alcoholic, and could brew a drink that could make an Ogre dance a jig and sing a tune. Such was his knowledge over spirits that he had committed each recipe to memory before eating the recipe page so that his secret drink-diary could not be breached.

As the sun sets high over the Lucky Lich, our story begins!

It had been a victorious campaign against the Orcs, who had decided to raid some nearby villages in search of plunder. What they got was a decided thrashing at the hands of our Hero and his companions. Bravely did Carnos fight, not so much as getting a scratch on his armor during the conflict. By the time the thirty or so Orcs were sent off retreating, one could have not even finished a plate of oatmeal, so fast and fierce was the contest.

Returning to the Lucky Lich for some post-adventure celebration, Carnos had taken to bed with him 5 women on three trips to his expense-paid room (Which he earned by expelling a nesting Ghoul from the basement who was putting bugs in all the wine) after a hard evening of dancing and celebration.

He awoke late in the day, alone in his comfortable bed, the harsh and bright sun welcoming his weary eyes. He raised a hand to try and shield them from the sun, slowly slinking out of bed. He smelled of perfume and perspiration, an all too familiar combination of scents for him. Harkening back to the evening's events, Carnos smiled.

The Knight took a few steps to the bath, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, when suddenly, a strange and completely foreign sensation came over him. Putting a hand to his back, Carnos rubbed there, finding his body tested and worn from fending off 30 orcs and partying all evening, also fending off 5 women.

He blinked in shocked surprise. "I'm...Sore."

This may seem common to you or myself. Perhaps a few times you have drank a few things only to awake and have a blistering headache, or perhaps you have carried around something heavy and large, and woken up feeling as though a spacecraft of some kind had parked on your back. Yes, to normal folks, this feeling can be quite common, but to Carnos, an individual with such resolve and stamina, fatigue of any sort was frighteningly unknown.

"I'm sore." He repeated again, as if learning the words for the first time. He was confused and bewildered, remembering a time when he could fend off 50 orcs and 10 women in a single evening. What was happening to him? Had age and a short lifetime of adventuring brought him so low?

He marched to a mirror and checked his reflection, sticking out his tongue and squinting. He seemed normal enough...

Memories flew through his mind, racing like a wild horse. He remembered himself as a lad, small and in awe of his legendary father, who would limp around the house after besting a two headed giant in a wrestling match. He distinctly remembered hearing tales of the explosive deaths Goldmorrow males often faced-Incineration by dragon breath, poison by giant spiders, and other unpleasant adventuring tragedies. He thought long and hard about his life, the way that he overworked his sword and shield.

Indeed, Carnos thought of many things this morning...

"You want to WHAT!?" Smokesnort bellowed a ridiculing laugh, nearly falling off his seat as he pointed a hooked talon at Sir Carnos. 

"I'm serious!" The young Knight replied, in no mood for the Dragon's musings. He sulkily chomped on some bacon through gritted teeth.

Smokesnort wiped a tear from one reptilian-like eye. "I'm sorry, but I never imagined I'd hear you say you wanted to give up adventuring."

"Well I just might. This...this whole thing is just wrong. I'm going to end up dead like my father, and his father, and his father's father before him, and for what? Fame? Fortune?"

"Women." Smokesnort said. "Don't forget the women."

Sir Carnos folded his arms and smirked at the smart-mouth Dragon. "I can get women without adventuring. I am already famous for what I've done. Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't retire and live a nice, long life of comfort and pleasure?"

The Dragon Whelp gave a sharp grin. "I'll give you a very good reason." He paused dramatically. "Money."

Sir Carnos sighed and deflated in his seat.

"Do you realize that you spent the hundred gold reward for fighting off those Orcs last nite ALONG with another 50 in booz, women, and song? Face facts, Carnos, you're terrible with money."

Of all the things Sir Carnos hated, it was when Smokesnort was right. And for the record, he was very much right. As quickly as he earned his wealth, our hero spent it in fabulous and reckless ways. On one particularly extravagant purchase, Sir Carnos had decided to spend his entire inheritance on a Gypsy potion that would improve his sexual performance a thousand fold. Where once he was a lover of epic renown, he had now become a veritable god of carnality. The potion worked so well, that he had to give one poor girl CPR after she almost passed out from attempting to swallow one of his monumental tidal wave-like orgasms, but that is a whole nother story altogether. 

Sir Carnos grew a sly smile and tilted his gaze back to the smug Dragon. "You're right, Smokesnort. I am bad with money, but I am NOT going to end up like my father, a man dead before his time." He smiled and nodded, cementing his plans. "I'm going to become a noble."

"A Noble?" The young Knight nodded and counted the perks on his gauntleted fingertips. "Wealth, privilege, status, not to mention the immaculately groomed Noble maidens. This is perfect for me! I can quit my adventuring and live life proper-in the lap of luxury, and in the lap of a few others as well." He was so thrilled with his plan that he held up his tankard of ail and toasted himself.

Smokesnort scratched his scaly chin. "A noble, hmm? Don't you think that would be hard?"

The young Knight folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his seat. "All I need to do is marry a noble woman. How hard could that be?"

Indeed, how hard? 

The Knight of Arcalund Book 02





"This is ridiculous." Smokesnort said, shaking his head vigorously, sending a wave of misty water flying in all directions. "Couldn't we do this another day? You know I hate the rain."

Indeed, a cold drizzle had dominated the skies all morning, and of all the places to be on a rainy morning, huddled together outside in the Bandit Forest was not one of the more pleasant options that would come to mind. Nonetheless, Smokesnort was curious about young Sir Carnos' plans at nobility, and always tagged along with him on his adventures, knowing that an exciting time was promised to be had.

"Shhh, quiet! You'll scare off the bandits!" Carnos barked, trying his best to be stealthy, concealed behind some small shrubs.

"So, let me get this straight, you want the Bandits to come? I thought you were going to become a noble, not a highwayman." The dragon whelp let out a harsh and violent sneeze, sniffling afterwards.

"Don't you know anything? Lady Trigabelle's carriage is set to come through this route any minute now."

"Lady Trigabelle? You mean the Gnomish noblewoman?"

"Yes!"

"And we're going to rob her?"

"No!"

"Oh...the bandits are going to rob her?"

"Yes!"

"Huh?"

Sir Carnos turned to the sniffling dragon, his patience short this morning. "This is the Bandit Forest. No one is safe here, especially nobles, who carry lots of money and wear lots of sparkly jewelry. Naturally, riding through the bandit forest will be dangerous, and assuredly, said Bandits will attempt to rob her."

"So we're going to save her from the bandits?"

"Maybe."

"Huh?"

The young Goldmorrow outlined his plan to Smokesnort, his deep blue eyes pulsating with excitement. "From our hiding spot here in the bushes, we'll wait till we can get a good look at Lady Trigabelle. If she is even passably attractive, then I will leap out, thrash all the Bandits, and make a daring rescue." 

"Oh, I get it. She'll be so grateful that you saved her from the Bandits that she'll offer to marry you, but if she's ugly, then we just let her get robbed, because you don't want to marry someone if she isn't at least passably attractive."

"Yes!"

"What if she's already married?"

"Huh?"

The Dragon sighed. "Nevermind. Hey, I think I hear something..."

Sure enough, a small, fine carriage was making its way down the trail through the Bandit Forest. The exquisite frameowork and the powerful steeds pulling it foretold great wealth from whomever was inside, and it was common knowledge that Gnomes were peerless merchants and jewelers, their nobles being by far the most well-off of any other species that populated the beautiful world of Arcalund. 

Watching from his hiding place, Sir Carnos and Smokesnort the Dragon Whelp watched as sure enough, thin ropes unfurled from the trees and a series of hooded figures descended atop the carriage, knocking the Gnomish coachmen away and dismantling the guards. All told there were 5 Bandits and one that seemed to be leading the assault. All were hooded, their features unable to be deciphered easily. 

The leader of the Bandits was dressed in a blood red cloak and hood, while the others sported black. The red-cloaked rogue opened the carriage door and dragged out a frightened gnomish woman and held a dagger to her throat.

Sir Carnos squinted to get a view of the Gnomish noble. She was not a thread above four feet in height, with a gorgeous and pretty face. Large expressive eyes were the colors of emeralds, and her skin was fair and white. Her hair was full of body and was sheered at jaw length, the color of it a very rich and natural brown. Her body was riddled with curves, and her chest and hips were bounties of softness. Her breasts heaved as she stared in fright at the leader of the brigands. On her small and dainty hands were numerous rings, the stones of which were as large as the young knight had ever seen.

"Take a look at those rocks." Sir Carnos whispered in awe.

"Yes, those are some gaudy rings, but she's a Gnome, what did you expect?"

"I didn't mean those." In a flash of movement, Sir Carnos hopped atop his powerful steed Savolt, and with an intimidating battle cry, rode out into the ambush headlong, his trusty sword making shorter than short work of the 5 Bandits, saving their leader for last. The combat was fast and ferocious, with the thieves no match for our valorous hero, who seemed so at ease and natural in the face of such adversity. 

Strange thing about heroes, isn't it? Their uncanny ability to make it look so very easy. It seemed as if Sir Carnos swung his sword, one of the rogues would walk into the blow and crumble to the ground in an unconscious heap. Years of adventuring had made the youngest Goldmorrow a true performer in battle, and his gleaming white smile after the battle was even more impressive than his fighting during it.

"Surrender, thief! Unhand this fair noblewoman, lest ye face the wrath of Sir Carnos Goldmorrow, Knight of Arcalund!" Savolt took his cue, rearing back and flaring out his diamond-solid hooves, stomping back on the ground strongly. 

The Bandit, cloaked in shadow and darkness, made a mad dash from the ambush, with lightning speed the red hooded figure was dashing through the thick and vivid forest, and with them, the majority of those aforementioned gaudy Gnomish rings.

Riding up to Lady Trigabelle, Sir Carnos couldn't help but take advantage of his vantage point, staring down into that lush and deep looking valley of cleavage the gnomess was blessed with. "Are you harmed, milady?" 

The Gnomes were merchants of great renown wwho enjoyed fine trade relations with humans. It was no surprise to Sir Carnos that Lady Trigabelle spoke fluent Human-speak.

"No, goodly Knight, but that rogue has made off with my prized royal rings!" She was breathing heavily, the sight of this handsome knight accelerating her small heartbeat. "Bring to me the head of this brigand and name your prize, goodly Knight!"

"I shall return with your jewels, milady. Come, Savolt, ya!" In dramatic fashion, the Knight and his steed went blazing into the dangerous forest, leaving a stunned and excited Gnomish noblewoman breathlessly awaiting his return.

Smiling as he pursued the retreating Bandit, Sir Carnos could already see his plans coming to fruition. Gnomes had riches beyond dreaming, and his prize would be to marry into that life of complete and utter debauchery. Savolt's hooves thundered along the soft and wet ground as the misty rain bathed the forest in hazy, moody fog. On horseback it was easy to catch up with the Brigand, who was speedily racing and flipping agilely from here to there. Savolt had to make some skilled jumps to keep up, but the steed never lost the trail, rushing forth to knock the Bandit down, the red cloaked figure tumbled to the ground and rolled to a standing position, producing two wicked looking daggers with lightning speed. 

In a second, Sir Carnos was upon the thief, leaping from his horse and engaging the bandit in a furious session of bladeplay. Swipe after swipe from his longsword was deftly dodged by the thief, and each and every flurry from those keen daggers was blocked by solid shield. 

The thief lunged forth to strike out with both daggers, but Sir Carnos ducked the attack, sending the attacker's dual blades stabbing deep into a stern oak tree. Struggling to pull the small blades from the hard bark, Sir Carnos kicked the Bandit away, sending the cloaked figure toppling to the ground. 

Victorious and advancing upon the stunned figure, Sir Carnos gloated. "Enough play, Bandit! Present your head clearly, so that my blade may swing true!" Reaching out and flipping the hood back, Sir Carnos was stunned by what he found beneath.

Staring up at him was a woman of such intense beauty that Trigabelle the Noblewoman seemed troll-like in comparison. A perfect face was young and fresh, with large hazel eyes and sleek, blood red bobbed hair that framed her face perfectly, following a stylish angle of her jawline. A small hoop decorated her nostril and she sported a slight sliver of a scar on her chin that added mystique to her allure. Her hair was parted to one side, a swoop of it daringly covering one of her darkly lined eyes. Her lips were plump and painted a deep and shiny black.

Sir Carnos swallowed as he unfastened the cloak and took it off of her, preparing to use it as a sack to hold the head he promised Lady Trigabelle. When the cloak flew off of her, however, it revealed the thief's remarkable body. She wore a black shirt tightly clinging to her shapely form. Its sleeves were long and bore slits along the arms, ending in tight cuffs. The neckline plunged down to reveal a set of bustling double D's, at least forty inches by Sir Carnos' experienced estimation. Laces criss-crossed her top, untied to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage. Her pants were grey and skin tight, tucked into knee high boots that were held together by a series of complex buckles. 

His mouth gone dry, Sir Carnos gathered his resolve, reaching out to grab a fistful of her silky hair, yanking her head back, presenting a pale white throat, ripe for the severing. He raised his sword and the Thiefstress closed her eyes tightly, speaking in a seductive, sultry purr.

"You can take my head or I can give you head." She said quickly, making a final plea to save her life. 

His blade-hand trembled slightly, and Sir Carnos gritted his teeth.

"I see how you look at me, Knight. Will you take me or slay me?"

"I could do both." He replied coldly.

"Aye, Knight, but could you live with yourself after, knowing that you simply enjoyed this body once?"

"I might take that chance." Sir Carnos set his shield down and sheathed his sword as she reached for his trousers, attempting to unsheathe his other sword. "Your mouth could save your life, Thief, and I mean not by your words."

"Kaline." She said sultrily. "I am Kaline, Knight." She worked his cock free, digging in with warm, gloved hands to cradle whatever was to spring free from his pants.

"Well, Kaline, I am-"

"Sir Carnos Goldmorrow..." She gasped wildly, her darkly lined eyes widening in shock as his open trousers gave way to his mammoth erection. You may recall, dear reader, in my last volume describing Sir Carnos purchasing and ingesting a gypsy potion that would increase his sexual performance? Indeed, the potions effects amazed Kaline, whose jaw went slack when ten inches of throbbing, pulsating steak spilled forth into her reaching and leather clad hands. "I would know this towering phallus anywhere, from the legends I have heard." She was in awe, gasping at the size and beauty of his rigid erection.

One hand gently cupped his overflowing sack, two balls that were wildly large, like two waterskins, filled with precious seed. She gently massaged while her free hand delicately held the underside, feeling the significant weight of the Knight's manhood. She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. It was a musk like she'd never breathed in before, a cologne of his pulsating manhood, setting off primal urges within her young body. The agile thief wet her lips, guiding the thing into her soft and wet mouth, stretching black painted lips around his slowly intruding tool, letting out a groan of pleasure at his divine taste.

Resting one flared leather glove on his thigh, the other cradling his expansive balls, Kaline began to steadily, sultrily bob her head on the fleshy spear presented to her. Truly at ease on her knees, the thief performed an enthralling session of oral on the young Knight of Arcalund, bobbing her head quickly forth and back, soaking his rod in frothy, messy saliva. Indeed, it was not long till the forest echoed with her slurps and sucks, the messy little thief feasting on his gorgeous cock. 

Sir Carnos watched as she serviced him, lacing one gauntleted hand behind her head and guiding her along the pace he enjoyed, short, quick thrusts along his shaft, the tip of him slamming against her gag reflex on multiple occasions, causing the thief to lurch forth warm waves of phlegmy saliva that soaked into his neatly groomed patch of perfect blonde pubic hair. Her conquered mouth constantly dribbled with stringly phlegm and spit, which splattered onto her massive breasts, soaking them in puddles of sticky goo. His free hand reached down under her top to seize one of her large, soft breasts, and he roughly squeezed and kneaded her supple flesh as his hips began to vigorously, wildly fuck her face, soapy bubbles of spit oozing from the sides of her plump mouth.

Squeezing her ample and slick breast brought him to climax in such a sudden, strong burst of semen that the Knight nearly lost balance. Pumping her down furiously on his tool, he spurted hot gallons of salty jizz right into her well-used mouth. Kaline coughed and her stomach lurched as she regurgitated his load back into her mouth, as it had been shot directly down her throat. Ivory white trails streamed from the sides of her mouth as she attempted to hold it all in, but he continued to fuck his cum out of her full mouth a few more times, adoring the sloppy squelching sounds the act produced. 

Finally pulling away, he looked down on Kaline. The thief was a defiled, slovenly mess. Her jaw and lower face were glazed in spit and streams of excess sperm. Her thickly applied mascara was running down her cheeks, and her cheeks were puffed out, filled to the brink with his seed. She opened her fuckable lips and showed the young knight the load he had just granted her, an impressive sea of creamy, cloudy white that she moved around on her tongue. Pursing her lips, she blew him a set of sloppy cum bubbles, gurgling with his load. Kaline lowered her head, beads of cum trapped between her impossibly thick eyelashes. She slowly let his orgasm drain out into her cupped palms, then slurped it back into her mouth, bracing herself and swallowing his phlegmy load in two strong gulps to see it all down. She then opened her mouth sultrily, displaying that she indeed had gulped it all.

Sir Carnos smiled down at her, setting his massive prick, freshly sucked and coated in mucus and semen, back into his pants. He pointed into the forest. "Produce the rings and you may leave this place with your head."

Immediately, the young thief handed him a small pouch which held the collection of Gaudy Gnomish rings. Sir Carnos inspected the jewelry and nodded to her, mounting Savolt and taking one last look at his pretty little thief, who was in a semen-induced haze, slowly getting to her feet, letting the slight rain cool her off. She threw back on the cloak and gave Sir Carnos a sultry wink, wiping her mouth with one leather gloved hand before vanishing into the shadows of the forest.

"My jewels!" Lady Trigabelle exclaimed, accepting her fingerware gratefully. She slipped them on one at a time and examined them each. "Splendid!"

"Sadly, milady, the Thief eluded me. I found the bag discarded deep in the forest. My apologies." He bowed down deep, knowing that his reward of nobility was denied due to his inability to hack off the head of a sexy woman. 

Lady Trigabelle gave a disheartened smile and patted Sir Carnos on the arm. "You have done your service, Goodly Knight, and I will remember this moment always. I see that the Goldmorrow lineage has produced another sterling and forthright crusader." She beamed him a smile and was helped back into her coach. The bruised and battered coachmen pulled the carriage away into the distance.

"She's gone, you can come out now." 

Smokesnort marched forth from the wet bushes, looking miserable and sickly. He sneezed a few times very loudly, wiping his sharp muzzle with his clawed hand. "Was it worth it?"

"What do you mean?"

"The girl." The Dragon sniffled. "The thief."

"How did you know it was a girl?"

"Oh come on, it was obvious from the start. You run off after a cloaked figure and come back without the head. It was most definitely a girl. Anyone could see that, especially knowing you." The Dragon Whelp began walking back towards the Lucky Lich tavern.

"Was it really that obvious?"

"Please..." 



The Knight of Arcalund Book 03





Anna was the latest in a long line of buxom, pretty young barmaids who saw constant employee at the Lucky Lich tavern. This plump little creature was barely scraping five feet in height, with very bright, short and vibrant orange hair. Her spunky hairstyle was sheered at the chin length, straight and flaring out at the ends in a cute little flair. She wore simple and plain peasant's clothes, and was blessed with very cute freckles dusting her pert nose, smooth and white shoulders, as well as her truly blessed chest. Small golden flecks decorated Anna's delicious cleavage, and she was a young, blossoming flower that just happened to be all tits and ass.

She was sweet, humble, and incredibly soft spoken. Awed by having a luminary like Sir Carnos stay at the Lucky Lich, she came in every single morning to greet the brave Knight of Arcalund with a warm smile, delivered breakfast, as well as a large bowl of warm oil to apply to his armor and shield.

She had said that all these services were common practice at the Lucky Lich, but Sir Carnos certainly knew better than that. Waking from the previous day's escapades, the youngest Goldmorrow sat up in his bed, giving the lovely damsel a dazzling and white smile. Anna melted in her dress at the sight of him, his athletic and tan body, golden spun hair and deep, penetrating blue eyes. Shaking, she set his breakfast beside the bed, eyes averted from him.

"Breakfast, Sir Carnos, M'lord."

"Oh, Anna, don't be so formal." Sir Carnos said, slithering from beneath the covers, sitting at the edge of the warm, comfy bed. He looked her up and down as she made her way over to his armor, beginning to smooth and smear oils on the immaculately carved breastplate. Her eyes never left him as she worked, enthralled to be near the legendary scion of Goldmorrow. "Say, Anna..."

I interrupt this beautiful and sunny, crisp Arcalund morning, dear reader, to take you to someplace far from the Lucky Lich tavern. Be warned that this place is foul and deadly, with horrors that no man could withstand for long. Take a long and steady breath! Clutch your shield fast and strap your courage to the heart, for evil and badness usurp our story!

The kingdom of Gomizon was a barren and frightening place. Long strips of land were blasted and brittle, with deep cracks bubbling forth with vivid and glowing lava. In this terrible place, Monsters and villains found sanctuary from the civilizations of law-abiding folks. Here was a nightmare landscape where the dead roamed free and demons ventured to for summer vacation. In the center of this wasteland of smog, heat, and breath-robbing humidity stood a massive and menacing tower. A smooth and pitch black monolith of evil dominating the landscape, casting a heavy shadow down on the entire area.

In this tower resided Gomizon's sole and most terrible ruler, the feared and dastardly Gomezzer, Arch Warlock of the Seventy-Three Hells. With but a wave of his green and clawed hand, he could summon an army of skeletal demon rats that could undoubtedly ruin your day by setting your belongings aflame with their igniting burps. He knew dark magics and terrible curses, and sought always to destroy the hallowed name of goodness and light wherever they sprung up. 

As a Warlock, Gomezzer had a bald, pointy head and evil red glowing eyes. His nose was long and sharp, matching his ghastly ears, which had some tufts of graying of stringy hair sprouting forth. Two thin red fangs jutted from the sides of his ever-scowling mouth, and he wore a long and flowing black cape that covered his warped and spindly frame. 

As you probably know, from popular television and movies, a hero is only as good as his villains. Batman would be fairly boring if his arch nemesis was a secretary-typist named Gloria, instead of the psychotic and unpredictable Joker. You'll probably guess that Gomezzer is a bad guy to the extreme, and would make a fine arch-nemesis for our brave and bold hero, the good Knight Sir Carnos Goldmorrow. I praise your astute observation! 

The Warlock brooded around his monolith fortress, heck-bent on doing some great evil. Indeed, he had been working on a very naughty plan that was about to get kicked into its next gear. Flipping through the pages of his spellbook, Gomezzer began to loudly bellow the words of power for his incantation, with one long finger he traced the words on the page, and with the other he made minute and intricate movements.

"Great things in Hells all hot and faith-ridden, I bring you forth to do all my biding. Rend flesh, break bone, and trample on guts. Come serve me, Perversia the Succubus!"

After his booming voice delivered the spell, a bright orange portal swirled and crackled with electricity before him. From it sauntered a winged female of such alluring seductiveness that a lesser man would have crumbled to his knees with desire. Perversia was Gomezzer's minion of choice, for she was as deadly as she was beautiful, and besides being a rather excellent lay, she was also a peerless assassin. White and pale, nearly nude save for a pair of very long black leather boots, she was sin incarnate. Breasts overflowed forth, with two pale pink nipples that seemed constantly erect. Perversia wore a netted long sleeve top with large holes torn in the fabric to let her massive breasts burst free. Her body was shapely and lithe, with curves straight from the dreams of any man, soft and smooth, lethal in her perfection. 

Her eyes gleamed a bright and mischievous green, and her hair was sheered at a sleek chin angle, colored a deep abyssal black with numerous streaks of vivid and shocking pink laced throughout it. Her lips were black and full, promising pleasures beyond this world. The two red horns that sprouted from her smooth forehead were polished to eerie perfection and on her back were two silky bat's wings. A thin and graceful tail sprouted from her lower back, ending in a wicked point. This lengthy adornment was more than for show, as it was the Succubus' prime method for killing her foes. She'd entrance them in her seductive spell, wrap her tail around their throat, then fly off into the nite, moaning through the wind as their screams and eventual strangulation brought sadistic and orgasmic glee to her black heart.

"Yes, my Master?" She said, bowing to one knee, her glorious tits hanging there, ripe for the sucking.

But alas, Gomezzer was immune to her charms. He, being oogly and slimy, liked girls who were oogly and slimy as well. Where you and I might want a girl with a rack you could jack a car up with, Gomezzer preferred his women lanky and bony, with a brittle cackle to their voice and stringy, grizzled and greasy hair. To each their own, I guess.

"As you know, Perversia, I am not native to this world. I was spawned deep in the hells below, and as such, am limited as to my movement here on this disgusting and fair world."

Perversia nodded wordlessly, knowing full well, especially after hearing him grumble and complain about it so many times during his numerous villainous shouting-sessions. 

"But that will soon change, as I am very near to completing a ritual that will forever unshackle me from Gomizon, allowing me to spread my evil to the furthest reaches of this world." He rubbed his long and spindly fingers together, unable to contain his growing and sadistic laughter. "You see, Perversia, to complete this evil ritual, I simply require the hand of a Virgin Maiden, the eyes of a newborn infant born under a half-moon, the lower intestines of a lard merchant, and a belonging of the bravest Knight in the land." He motioned to a table nearby, where some scattered body parts were arranged neatly on a table. "As you can see, I've acquired each ingredient of the ritual, save for a personal belonging from the bravest Knight in the land. I wish for you to seek out this Knight, and bring to me a possession of him."

"Which Knight shall I find, Master?"

Gomezzer sneered down at her, his ugly face creasing with frustration. "Foolish girl, who else would it be? Of all the Knights in the land, you know there is only one who is brave beyond courage, bold beyond fearlessness, and chivalrous beyond reason!" His fists shook with rage, then he slowly calmed down into a quiet and calm seethe. "Sir Carnos Goldmorrow, the youngest of the fools from that dreaded Goldmorrow line of Knights and adventurers." He stroked his chin slowly.

"Shall I kill him, Master?"

"You certainly shall not." Gomezzer snapped. "Once I am free from this place to conduct evil as I see fit, I will deal with the Knight of Arcalund personally." A perverse smile spread across his face at the thought of being the one to end the Goldmorrow line for eternity. "Could you imagine it, Perversia? Among all the evil-doers in the land, I, Gomezzer the Warlock, bring ruin and final, complete death to the Goldmorrow line?" His eyes were all fire and light. "My status amongst my peers will skyrocket! Think, Dracula and Frankenstein both will be beating down my door to have lunch. We can eat raw and bloody steak while we impale the good folks of this world. The world will discover a maniacal, gruesome and reviled talent! I will be INFAMOUS!" "Of course, Master."

"Go find this Knight, Perversia, as you are unencumbered with the curse that binds me here. SERVE GOMEZZER!"

"I shall always, Master." And with a flit of her smooth wings, Perversia was off into the nite, streaking across the hazy and red-orange sky over the blasted land of Gomizon. 

Leaning back in his seat, Sir Carnos sighed and watched the buxom, fresh barmaid Anna put her oils to far better use than on his already immaculately cared for Armor. Both her hands were dipped in the warm, soothing oils, and both hands were clutching his engorged shaft, five inches per hand, and she dutifully, adoringly masturbated our hero.

Staring longingly at his swollen member, Anna could not believe its size and dominance. Casting a heavy shadow on her lush body, she pumped breathily, her mouth open, eyes wide and glossed over, her total attentions to giving the young Knight pleasure. Her pacing was impeccable, a steady, quick series of tugging on his greasy cock, flooding Sir Carnos Goldmorrow with wild and frenzied pleasure. The slick and sloppy sounds of her greasy hand-play amplified the intensity of his orgasm, which suddenly spurted forth in a hot, thick white river. She gasped as his first spunkshot blasted high into the air, a good foot and a half over her head, then arched down and splattered noisily on her soft orange hair. She mewled as she came in her dress, melting in orgasm at the sight of his mammoth tool regurgitating forth this massive orgasm. Each strong pump she took brought forth another river of pearly treasure, splattering her face, leaving silvery scars roped across her pretty face. Thick gooey strands sprayed her mouth, some of it landing square on her tongue. Carnos moaned hotly as each spurt of his potion found a home on her face, sloppy, thick globs of it splattering down onto her chest, creeping into her deep cleavage.

"Oh...oh, M'lord..." She said breathily, giving his cock a few last tugs, pumping out a few lingering spurts of seed that warmed her hands. The remnants of his orgasm were easily the volume of a normal man's entire release, such was the power of Carnos' seed.
 "Thank you..."

Smiling down on his serving girl, adoring how she looks capped with a glaze of heavy cum, Carnos stretched out and leaned back in his seat. "Anytime, Anna." He winked to her and stood, wrapping himself in a towel and beginning to dress himself as Anna did her best to wipe off the gallon or so of semen that the young Knight had so kindly spurted all over her head, face and chest. Anna retreated downstairs, taking one last longing glance at Sir Carnos, returning to her work reeking of semen, a few stray gobs of it still decorating her hair and face.

Moments after her exit, Smokesnort the dragon entered the room shaking his head. "Don't you ever find it just a little bit convenient?"

"Find what convenient?" Carnos said, cladding himself in his sterling breastplate and preparing for the day. 

"That every girl you manage to come across just so happens to have stylishly bobbed hair cut just along the chin angle and be in possession of double d breasts JUST the way you like? I mean, Anna is the fifth barmaid in as many weeks to work here and they have all been that way, and you've been with them all. That doesn't ring strange at all to you?"

The young Knight pondered the inquiry, and took a long moment to mull over the theory. "Hey, I'm a Hero." Sir Carnos said confidently, sheathing his sword, patting the Dragon on the shoulder and walking out of the room. "What do you expect?"

"You're certainly in a good mood today." Smokesnort said as the pair made their way out of the Lucky Lich. "I figured you'd be all depressed and whatnot after our failed outing in the Bandit Forest."

"I wouldn't say failed. Set back, maybe, but not failed." Sir Carnos smiled as he mounted his powerful steed Savolt. He dug into his pocket and slipped free a crumbling looking slip of parchment. "THIS is going to get me my nobility."

Smokesnort squinted his reptile-like eyes. "It looks like trash."

"It's not trash, it's a map! A map to the crown of Princeliness."

"Princeliness? Is that even a word?"

"Who cares? The Crown of Princeliness is said to impart noble status to any who find it! It is a relic of a bygone Prince who has been sought after for many, many years. There is a nearby dungeon that, according to my sources, has the crown hidden deep within!"

"Wait a minute...sources? Who are your-" Smokesnort rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me."

Sir Carnos looked away and winced.

"GYPSIES!" The dragon exclaimed. "You've been buying junk from those Gypsies again! First the potions, then the stupid charms, now maps! How much was it? Fifty, one hundred gold?!"

"These charms are not stupid!" Sir Carnos fished out a small pouch that he always wore around his neck. "This necklace protects me from catching diseases from the women I am with." He slid off his gauntlet and displayed a tarnished looking brass ring. "This ring keeps me from impregnating any of the women I am with. I've been with countless women since I got these and I've yet to spawn any offspring, nor have I been afflicted with any sort of itchings, so I would venture to say that these charms are NOT stupid!"

Smokesnort the Dragon Whelpling folded his leathery wings and sighed. "You're crazy." "Listen, are you coming or not?" Sir Carnos was in no mood to argue with his Dragon companion on such a fine morning.

"Fine, I'll go. But the next time I see you dealing with a Gypsy I'm going to burn their entire caravan to the ground." Smokesnort angrily exhaled, sending a quick burst of flame in Sir Carnos' direction to emphasize his point.

"Whatever. Come on, we don't want to get there late and find the Crown already missing. Tons of Adventurers are on a quest to get this thing and I don't want to get beaten to the punch."

The trip to the dungeon was a whiles away, but with Smokesnort able to fly there and Stravolt being the fastest horse in the world, the trip seemed to zip by. Before they knew it, they were in a menacing looking valley, rife with caves and foreboding looking caverns. To their intense dismay, the place had already formed a long, cumbersome line of adventurous types.

"What the?" Sir Carnos said, baffled at the amount of people waiting on line. He rode up to a thin man in a blue robe, sporting all sorts of arcane markings about his person. "You there, Wizard. What is the meaning of this?"

The Wizardly gent looked up to the mounted Knight and held out his hands. "What do you think it is? It's a line. Wait your turn and eventually you'll be let in."

"Let in? But I'm on a quest!" Sir Carnos exclaimed.

At that time, a bald priest in white and gold robes laughed loudly. "Hey, buddy, join the club, okay?"

The assembled group laughed and Sir Carnos and his companions pushed and fought their way to the front of the line much to the chagrin of the waiting adventurers. Sir Carnos angrily stomped to an ancient looking man with saggy and krinkly skin, who had a large and thick book in front of him.

"Excuse me, but I am on a quest to retrieve the Crown of Princeliness." He said evenly.

"Do you have reservations?" The old man asked, trembling as he spoke.

"Reservations? No! I'm on a quest!"

"So are all these people, Sir."

"I have a map!" 

"So do all these people, Sir."

Smokesnort gave a pleased and smug grin, but Sir Carnos was furious. "Back of the line, please, Sir." The old man said, pointing a quivering finger to the end of the very long line. 

A younger man with a large roll of parchment made his way from the depths of the dungeon towards the line. He cleared his throat and bellowed. "Party #38 has been slain. The Wizard was eaten by a dire rat, the Warrior fell into a vat of boiling acid, and the Thief was beheaded after failing to disable a trap. Will Party #39 please report to the dungeon entrance. Thank you." A group of enthusiastic adventures filed forth, handing over a numbered ticket.

Sir Carnos sighed and snatched a ticket number from a small basket beside a large "Take a Number" sign. Huffily, he, Stravolt and Smokesnort made their way to the end of the line.

Sir Carnos had set up a tent for himself to relax in while he waited, still fuming about the intense line he had to wait through before they would call his party number of 68. Staring at the ticket, he sighed and rested back on the ground, glad he didn't have to listen to Smokesnort's constant snickering and comments about the reliability of Gypsy merchants, as the Dragon had decided to go out for a flight to pass some time. Alone with his thoughts, Sir Carnos soon drifted off to sleep.

It was not easy for Perversia to travel in stealth, as her robust beauty and shocking appearance made it difficult for her not to attract attention, but she somehow managed to sneak into the young Knight's tent, seeing his sword and shield casually placed at his side as he soundly slept. Wetting her lips as she saw her mission objective, she couldn't help but glance at the slumbering Knight, who was even more shockingly handsome in person than the legends attested. The Succubus stepped towards the sword and shield, reaching down to pick them up, but stopped in her tracks. What harm could a little peeking do?

She snuck towards Sir Carnos, reaching down to unfasten his pants. If the rumors about his good looks were underrated then she could only imagine if the tales of his legendary phallus were as well. Sleekly fishing out his cock, she gasped at the size of it, the throbbing organ the largest thing she'd ever seen attached to a man. Enthralled by it, captivated by its beauty, she leaned in close, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply of its beautiful scent. Savoring the smell of him, the lovely aroma of pure and perfect man, the Succubus went to release his shaft and grab the item she came for, but found it impossible to release her grasp on his manhood. Her attentions soon turned to the thing, and she sank to her knees, leaning over and stuffing the flaccid cock into her mouth, sloppily kissing and slurping on it till it swelled and stiffened.

Like an addict reveling in their fix, Perversia the Succubus made love to Sir Carnos's prick with her mouth, giving him a hot, sloppy sucking, bobbing her head recklessly on his lap, impaling her throat with his formidable manhood. She was lost in a passionate haze until suddenly a firm and strong hand on the back of her head snapped her out of her reverie. Slowly pulling off of his cock, the Succubus spoke in a sultry whisper. "Fear not, Knight, I am not here to slay you. Simply to steal a keepsake of our meeting. My Master will deal with you soon enough." She smiled wickedly, flicking her tongue over the tip of his mammoth arousal.




The Knight of Arcalund Book 03



"Uh...right. Just shut up and finish what you start for the time being." That hand palming the back of her head turned into a gauntleted fist that began angrily pumping Perversia's head up and down on his cock. The boredom and lethargy of waiting in line had given Sir Carnos much restless energy that he took out on the young demon's fresh mouth. 

Moaning hotly, squishing saliva around his pumping cock, Perversia was helpless in his grip. While Succubi are notoriously seductive and lethal, they are also rather vulnerable to their own perverse and carnal lusts. A cock this big simply had to be sucked, and she couldn't leave the job undone.

Sir Carnos' large sack hammered against her sexy face, pummeling her cheek again and again, crushing against her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the tent. He moaned as he slammed her mouth down his pole, making the Succubus lurch up a healthy deluge of bile and spit that warmly flowed over his fleshy, hot spear. She'd never had anyone so large before that it had actually made her gag. To the Succubus, most corrupt of demons, gagging on a cock and spitting up on it was just as pleasing as a full on orgasm. Indeed, Sir Carnos made her throat cum numerous times with his steady jabs into the far reaches of her windpipe.

He pumped his cock out of her mouth sloppily, leaving an ocean of free flowing spit and phlegm to hand from her mouth. He slapped his weighty meat against the side of her face. "Who sent you here?"

"My Master sent me. He is Gomezzer; Arch Warlock of the Seventy-Three Hells." She said, gasping for sloppy breath.

Sir Carnos jammed his cock into her mouth again, punishing her throat, taking her balls deep, stuffing her mouth against his hefty sack, then letting her up once she screamed against his cock. "Why did he send you?" A few more humiliating bashes to her face with his spit-soaked cock continued this sexual interrogation.

Coughing, smiling, Perversia's voice was a throaty and hoarse sound. "I am to bring to him an article of your possession. So that my Master may enact a grand and vile ritual."

"Oh, is that all?" Sir Carnos said with a grin. "Why didn't you just say so?" Yanking the Succubus to her knees, Sir Carnos assaulted her chest with gropes and kisses, palming her breasts roughly, angrily, pumping them as he sucked on her pert, plump nipples.

"Yes, Knight, use me!" Perversia submitted, the pleasure of his attention and the cock on her breath driving her absolutely wild. 

"Of that I have every single intention." Sir Carnos said between mouthfuls of tit. The Succubus' presence had an affect on males, making them far more sexually aggressive than normal. As such, Sir Carnos found himself taking liberties with Perversia that he would refrain from with mortal girls, as they need to be treated more delicately when one wields ten inches of destructive force between ones legs. 

He slapped at her massive double D tits, making them bounce and jiggle against each other. Burrying his face in her cleavage, his hands molested her succulent, round ass. He tore off her mesh netting "top", clawing at her lush body, spitting angrily in her face as his own desires turned him into something of a rabid fiend for her body. She moaned at his force, licking his spit from her lips and offering him a pearly white smile that he spat on as well. Swallowing his saliva, the Succubus eyed the young Knight hungrily, desperate and wet for those inches.

But alas, her pussy would not get them.

Sir Carnos angrily bent Perversia over in the tent, putting her on her hands and knees, spearing her beyond tight asshole with his pulsating rocket. She yelped and moaned out hotly, gasping as for the first time someone actually hurt her with anal. The sensation was dearly missed, and Sir Carnos began to exact mighty vengeance on her ass for the intrusion into his tent. Hammering his cock forth, plowing her asshole and stretching her wide, he gripped onto her silky bat wings and used them to pump her down onto his cock, spearing her balls deep, his wrecking ball like sack hammering wildly against her slick clit.

Short and fearsome pumps of hips sent ten inches driving inside her, and Perversia came with frightening intensity during this anal intrusion. Squealing like an animal, the Succubus submitted her body for his use, and was rewarded with a violent session of anal, concluding with an absolute wellspring of semen that exploded from his tool, her tight asshole milking such a fiery load from him.

Sir Carnos moaned in wild passion as the tension built up in his body, then flushed itself free within her. Each thrust brought her another rush of pleasure as her tiny asshole was filled with his juices, then fucked out of her with more pumps of his hips. By the event's end, the Succubus was a sweat-coated mess, shivering, rivers of cum dribbling down her creamy inner thighs, pooling on the floor beneath them. Sir Carnos quickly pulled out, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Succubus as she was suddenly left feeling so very empty. The Knight gave her a stern slap on the ass that sent her curvaceous bottom jiggling wildly. His cock was still hard and dripping with wetness. Perversia could hardly tear her gaze from such a beautiful sight.

The young Knight of Arcalund took his shield and handed it to her. "Will this do?"

She nodded, amazed at the sensations energizing her perfect body. "Yes, Knight, it will serve my Master's purpose."

"Then by all means, you take it to him." The youngest Goldmorrow settled back down, massaging his tense prick, basking in the relief of orgasm. He drifted off to sleep as Perversia flew from the tent and into the evening sky.

"PERVERSIA!" The following morning began with an irate Gomezzer wildly searching his monolith fortress for the buxom young Succubus. She ran to his sanctum, hearing the rage in his voice. 

"Yes, Master?" She said, kneeling, still sore from the previous evening's exploits. 

"What is the meaning of this!" He held forth to her a red satin pillow.

"That is the pillow, Master, that I set the Shield of Sir Carnos atop. I left it there in your Sanctum, so that you might use it upon waking to complete your ritual."

Gomezzer angrily tore the pillow in half, sending fluff and stuffing everywhere. "When I awoke there was nothing in my sanctum save for this pillow! I saw no shield!" 

"But Master, I placed it there only last nite..."

Far from the monolith Tower, rolling steadily but surely towards Gomizon's borders towards the Kingdom of Trilane, an odd little shield was embarking on a lengthy journey...

"Well, well well..." Smokesnort said, folding his arms and looking over a drowsy, sleepy Sir Carnos. "What do we have here?"

Savolt had his powerful neck peeking into the tent, and snorted as if agreeing with Smokesnort. Sir Carnos groggily awoke and yawned. "Did they call our number yet?"

"Oh, of course they did. They called ours, and then the next, and then ten or so after that. It seems that you were far too busy napping to answer the call, though. I do hope you don't mind waiting for a few more hours till they call our next number, which happens to be 97." The Dragon said, Savolt snorting in agreement and shaking his head from side to side. 

"That's okay, we can wait till they call our number." Sir Carnos said. "My father always said that patience was the most sterling of virtues. We'll just, you know, hang out and wait our turn.

"Okay, how was I supposed to know?"

"I'm not speaking to you." Smokesnort said coldly, looking away from the young Knight. "Oh, come on, they'll be other quests!"

The Dragon's silence spoke volumes. "Oh come on, it was only a few more hours wait."

"Twelve. Twelve hours. Exactly twelve."

"Oh..."

Just then, a lovely, flowery young girl excitedly made her way over to Sir Carnos' table at the Lucky Lich. She bowed kindly, this lovely creature endowed with an admirably large bust and short, straight chin length hair. The color was a pure and beautiful brown, laced with two streaks of blond framing her plump, pretty face. Large almond shaped blue eyes were lined with incredibly long lashes, and she delivered to the two their food. 

"Good evening, M'lord. How went your quest for the Crown of Princeliness?"

Sir Carnos smiled and turned all his attention to the pretty young flower. "Funny you should ask, as my friend here and I were just discussing it. An adventuring party before us found the Crown, but couldn't decide who among them would wear it first and receive nobility. They ended up fighting amongst themselves until only one of them remained. He emerged from the dungeon holding the crown, only to have the disgruntled adventurers who were waiting in line for hours riot for the prize and attack him."

"Who ended up with the crown?"

"No one, as it was trampled during the scuffle." Sir Carnos laughed and took a healthy swig of his ale. "The thing was a twisted mess by the time the fight was over. But my dear..." Sir Carnos leaned over, smoothing a fingertip over her collarbone. "Why don't we talk about you?"

Nina the barmaid lit up with a beautiful smile. "I'd like that, M'lord."

"I've never seen you around here before."

"Well," She said shyly. "I just started working here. It's my first day."

"Oh! How convenient. In that case, I'll have to show you around..." Sir Carnos stood and Nina linked her arm in his. He turned to his bewildered Dragon companion and pointed a finger. "Not a word."



The Knight of Arcalund Book 04





Gomezzer smiled with sadistic and gruesome pleasure as he checked the status of the large, glowing crystal ball that was hovering in the midst of his throne room. The brilliant orb was pulsating with all manner of spectacular energies, and the sphere (Equal to a man's head in size) slowly seethed with roiling energy, growing larger and larger in brightness seemingly by the second, as if some otherwordly energy were seeping into it.

"Isn't it beautiful, Perversia?" He said admiringly towards the orb, folding his crusty and spindly hands together in front of his ugly and green face.

"Truly, Master, it is. What is it?"

He waved off her question, turning to face the kneeling Succubus. "Before I describe to you the endless brilliance of my newest and most treacherous plan, I will address your failure in the last task you attempted to carry out for me..."

Perversia winced, and Gomezzer's eyes flashed a brighter, more malevolent shade of red. The grey hairs sprouting thickly from his pointed ears even seemed to bristle with anger. "Sir Carnos carries with him a shield that magically returns to him, no matter their distance apart. I have read much about this young Knight since your return, and would normally vaporize you for failing me in such an important task, but I am PARTIALLY to blame for myself not knowing of this fact. Had I, then I would have instructed you to take another object. That being said, I will spare your life, for the time being."

"You are a gracious and noble Master." She said softly, glowing green eyes gazing at the ground.

"Though the ritual is a failure, as the elapsed duration for the ritual's completion has passed, I have concocted a brilliant scheme to finally break free of the restrictions that bind me to this place." He turned sharply and motioned to the glowing sphere with much drama. "Behold! The Orb of Orgov. This sinister device is a magical magnet, Perversia. It sucks away the arcane energies around it, absorbing that power steadily, slowly. Wizards find their powers weakened and dimmed, then, over time, altogether stripped from them." He smiled wickedly. "Naturally, the black magics of which I am a master of are not affected by this device, but the wizards of Arcalund are in dire peril of losing every semblance of arcane mastery."

"You wish to rob the world of magic, my Master?"

"No, my dear Perversia. Once the orb is swollen to bursting, I will enact the words of power that will drain the orb completely, consuming the combined magical might of every single wizard in Arcalund! With so much power surging through me, breaking the limitation of my imprisonment here will be mere child's play." 

"Excellent, my Master!"

"Indeed." Gomezzer took a long look into the pulsating, dazzling Orb of Orgov. "Indeed."

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"We should leave this place. You know how much I hate Wizards." Smokesnort nervously tapped a talon on the armrest of the chair he was seated in. Looking around, as if afraid a monster would jump out and scare him with a prolific "BOO!", the Gold dragon Whelpling was a bundle of anxiety.

"Stop being nervous, you're embarrassing me." Sir Carnos said through gritted teeth.

"You just don't get it, do you? Eye of newt, Scale of Dragon-do you even read the ingredients of those potions you are so fond of drinking? These Wizards look at me and see components, and don't you try to deny it!" He shook a clawed finger at the young Knight of Arcalund.

"Shut up!" Sir Carnos exclaimed sharply. "You have nothing to worry about. Hazmon used to adventure with my Father, and now he runs the Magical Academy of Trilane. He sent me an urgent message that he needs my help, so here I am. I'm sure he didn't call me all the way over here just so he can dissect my Dragon companion."

"Dissect? Who said anything about dissecting?" Smokesnort squinted suspiciously at the young Knight. "What do you know? WHAT DO YOU KNOW!?"

"Shut up!" Sir Carnos yelled, some Wizards walking by giving strange glances at the scene of a paranoid Dragon Whelpling and a Knight trying desperately to calm him.

"Ah, Sir Carnos." An articulate, mature voice spoke. Hazmon was in his early fifties, with a neatly trimmed grey beard and short cropped hair that was combed straight back. His robes were adorned with magical items and artifacts that spoke leagues of his caliber as an adventurer, and he had an experienced, stern gaze that told of his many famous adventures alongside the late, great Sir Jaysek Goldmorrow. He smiled fondly at the young son of his dead friend, reaching out to shake his hand. "When I saw you last you were but a child. I see you've grown into a fine young man."

"Thank you, Archmage Hazmon. This is my companion Smoke-"

"No!" Snokesnort snatched a scaly hand over Sir Carnos' mouth. "Don't tell him my name or he has power over me!"

Hazmon raised an eyebrow at the paranoid little Dragon and motioned towards a nearby door. "Please, let us discuss the reason for your summons in my sanctuary."

Leading the two into his lavish and studious looking sanctum, Hazmon sat down behind a sturdy wooden desk, a grave look overtaking his regal features. "I'll get right to the point, Sir Carnos-The Magical Academy of Trilane is in desperate need of your aid. As a place of magical learning, it is the final test of our students to create a Golem. These large constructs are animated by magic and advanced technology that only Wizards possess. They are nigh-invulnerable and possess untold strength. They are magically controlled, and only used for the defense of the school grounds." He sighed deeply. "Recently, we have lost control of one of these destructive guardians, and that golem is currently rampaging unchecked throughout the countryside. Countless villages are in dire danger as we speak. When last we heard, the Golem was spotted near Bargagle Village."

Sir Carnos' expression turned very serious. "My, that is a large problem."

"I myself could not bring this Golem under control, which takes merely a rudimentary incantation. Even an apprentice can tame a Golem, as long as that Golem was created by them."

"No one here can tame it? Has this happened before?"

"Never. I believe desperate evil is in the works. I have reports from other magical academies of similar incidents, as well as other disturbing news. It seems that many Wizards are finding their power slowly, steadily being drained from them. I myself am having to put much more effort into my spells, and even then, they are far less effective than they should be. I fear that someone, somewhere, has unearthed the dreaded artifact known as the Orb of Ogvan."

"The Orb of Ogvan? What's that?" Sir Carnos asked, puzzled.

Dear reader, I understand that your time is precious, and the last thing you want to do is re-read stuff that you already know. Gomezzer, as gross and nasty as he is, gave a perfectly good explanation of what the Orb of Ogvan does, so I will skip this part of the narrative so we may proceed with our story with as little back-tracking as possible.

Sir Carnos' expression grew dire as he was informed about the terrible repercussions of this device. "This is terrible..." he said dimly. 

"I understand that you are seeking Nobility, Sir Carnos. If you aid us in bringing this Golem low, then I will personally plead your case to Lord Felton, who, as you know, is a noble of very high birth. Years ago I cast a spell on his wife to remove a large and unsightly wart she had on her nose, and he has owed me a favor ever since."

Sir Carnos' deep blue eyes lit up at the prospect of his dream reaching realization. The noble lifestyle, retirement from a dangerous and life-shortening lifetime of adventuring, everything he wanted presented to him as reward for just one last quest. His decision was an easy one. "Of course, Archmage Hazmon, I will vanquish this golem!"

"Excellent. I have someone who will assist you in this task. She knows much about the weaknesses of Golems, and will be invaluable to your battle against it. Lindi, will you come in, please?"

Sir Carnos grinned and looked to his Dragon Whelp companion. "She?" he immediately straightened his hair and stood, resuming a regal and imposing, knightly pose, his dazzling smile practically gleaming.

The girl who stepped into the room made Sir Carnos' gleaming smile morph into a puzzled sort of gasp. Far from the buxom beauties you and I are accustomed to reading about in Sir Carnos' wild adventures, Lindi was rail thin, sporting enormous round glasses that shielded the color of her eyes. Her lips were thin and sharp, her face long, and her hair a light, mousy brown that was straight and flat, parted down the middle and running long down her back. Her ears were just a bit too large for her face, and her nose was thin and pointy. She wore a baggy robe that his any trace that she was female, and had a large, heavy looking book under her arm. 

"Sir Carnos, this is Lindi, she is a very gifted student here and will be assisting you on your quest." Hazmon said proudly.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Sir Carnos asked the young Wizard, who gave him a puzzled sort of look.

"I beg your pardon?" She said in a plain voice.

"Nevermind." Sir Carnos regained his composure and cracked his knuckles, eager to get this quest over and done with. "Let's get this over with! Come on, Smoke-erm, I mean...pal."

Smokesnort nodded and followed the Knight out of the room, turning back to Hazmon and making a crucifix gesture with his fingers at any Wizard that he walked past until they were all outside in the crisp Arcalund air.

"Your shield." Lindi said.

"What about it?"

"I thought Knights used shields. Against the power of a Golem, you will certainly need one."

"Well, it's in the mail."

"What?"

"Nevermind." Sir Carnos mounted Savolt and Smokesnort flapped his golden wings to hover above the ground. "Listen, Linda-"

"Lindi." 

"Whatever. We'll take care of this Golem, alright? Just sit tight and we'll dispose of it. You can go back to your tower now and leave us to do our work, okay?" Smokesnort nodded confidently, sticking his pointy tongue out at the Wizard.

"But, but-" Lindi stammered for words but it was too late. In the blink of an eye Savolt was galloping strongly towards Bargagle Village, with Smokesnort gliding effortlessly behind him. Soon they were all very small and very far away from her.

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Imagine, if you will, your town or city, being trampled and stomped on by a fifteen foot tall construct made of gears and bronze iron plating. Its head looking like a domed sort of helmet with two menacing goggle-like eyes glowing with a ghostly and blazing heat as it mashed through houses and businesses as easily as you or I stomp a sandcastle. This frightening scenario was a reality for the people of Bargagle Village, who were huddled together in a terrified mass in the church, being tended to by a young and lovely Cleric.

Gracelynn was now the only surviving Cleric of the church of Valtus, the Arcalund patron God of Bravery and Valor. She had watched in terror as her superiors in the church, while trying to organize and evacuate the people of Bargagle into the safety of the church, were each flattened and smashed by the rampaging Golem that was currently leveling her small and cozy village. 

The young Cleric had ushered the remainder of the town within the safety of church, healing those that she could and trying her best to set the townspeople at ease. She was a gorgeous young creature, standing short and curvy, blessed with full hips and a swollen, bountiful chest. She was dressed plainly in white robes with gold trimming. Her hair was the color of spun gold and her eyes a honest and pure brown. She had a small beauty mark above her sausage-fat, pink lips, and her hair was cut at an accentuated bob, following the delicate angle of her jaw, save for the sides that framed her face, which grew in long, graceful strands. She wore a gold headband that her hair cascaded over, and her robe was cut off at the shoulders, exposing smooth and white arms clad in bronze bracers. She wore sandals on her dainty feet, and the rushing excitement of the emergency she was suddenly left in charge of had set her sweating, beads of moisture making her skin glisten like some soft, supple treasure. 

She watched in horror as the Golem lumbered about, currently engaged in bashing a series of houses with a torn tree that it uprooted from the ground as easily as one might pluck a weed from the earth. She gasped as she saw what seemed to be a mirage in the distance. An answer to her prayers and that of the town. Galloping regally towards the besieged village was a sterling, armor clad Knight who rode atop a steed of unsurpassed quality. Surely, this was a gift from Valtus, and Gracelynn gave a thankful and silent prayer before turning to the huddled town. "No one shall follow me! I go to greet our savior in this darkest hour. You are safe within the confines of this church, for it is blessed so that no evil may intrude upon it. I will return!" 

And with that, the young Cleric sprinted from the church towards the encroaching Knight.

"Now this is more like it..." Sir Carnos said as he rode towards the devastated village. A white-clad woman, all youth and vigor was running towards him, her expansive, cumbersome breasts bobbing wildly this way and that, nearly spilling from her top. When close to her, Sir Carnos halted Savolt and addressed her."

"I am Sir Carnos Goldmorrow. Where is it?" He said confidently to the young Cleric.

"I am Cleric Gracelynn of Bargagle. The Golem is but a stone's throw to the east, fair Champion." She pointed towards the houses which were quickly becoming rubble. Sir Carnos squinted, seeing the destruction and nodding. "Good Knight, if you are to face this creature, than you must enter battle with the blessing of Valtus." She wet her fine, supple lips and took a meek step back. "Dismount and take me, Good Knight, so that you enter the fray with the favor of my God."

Smokesnort rolled his eyes. "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me..."

"Hey, do you want divine favor or not?" Sir Carnos said with a sly grin, sliding off of Savolt and giving the Cleric a nod. "Very well, Cleric." He clutched her arm roughly and spun her to turn away from him. Her bobbed hair swished with the motion, and Gracelynn quickly slipped up the back of her robe, bending over slightly, revealing a round, shapely bottom and a perfectly shaved, unbelievably small looking slit. Sir Carnos could see the wetness already adorning her delicate petals. 

Smokesnort folded his arms and turned his back to them, shaking his head.

Sir Carnos quickly produced his lance, already hard from her presentation of that lush and curvaceous bottom. She was so wet and slick already, and the tip of his manhood already decorated with a pearly bead of precum. He grabbed both her arms and held them straight back behind her, clutching her wrists.

Entry was euphoric for both involved, as ten inches of steak parted the young Cleric, making Gracelynn clench her teeth and let out a frightened, timid little whimper. Sir Carnos had no time for gentleness, and the tightness of her wet pussy made the young Knight that much harder. He began a steady, thorough pumping of his hips, sending his cock tagging her deepest, most intimate depths. Gracelynn began to moan out breathily as she was taken by such an imposing member, her tremendously tight body feeling as if any moment she might unravel at the seams.

Their bodies slapped together each time he pounded forth into her, her ass jiggling upon impact, her juicy pussy streaming wetness down her inner thigh. She was helpless as she was being fucked, both wrists captured by the young Knight, being used like reigns on a horse, pulling her back, impaling her again and again on his massive cock. It was not long before Gracelynn came on his crotch, soaking his immaculately groomed patch of pubic hair in her passionate release. He moaned as she tightened every muscle in her body, his hips working like strong pistons, tension welling up in the young Knight's body as he made us of the lovely offer this damsel had made. 

Bent over, her pussy being ravaged, her feather soft tits hanging down, bouncing and slapping noisily against each other, one soft white tit plopping out of her robe, sweat streaming down her young body, her robe making her unbearably hot, Gracelynn panted like an animal as she was vigorously taken. Golden spun hair became matted with sweat and the smell of fucking was laced into the cool air around them. She was in a world of pleasure, as was Sir Carnos, feeling his release come upon him quickly, a sudden wave of euphoria clutching his soul as he released a blistering amount of semen into her young body.

Gracelynn gasped as her pussy was suddenly flooded with heat and pressure. She let out a wild and frightened gasp as she came to meet his, his cock seemingly in supply of an endless reserve of steamy seed. He took steady, short thrusts into her body, fucking his cum out of her, a squishy, wet sound accompanying each thrust he took inside her, silvery semen slowly cascading down each of her inner thighs, his sack slapping against her clit, sending even more energy coursing through her young and soft frame.

"YES!" Sir Carnos exclaimed as he finally shot his last into her. He took a few more slow pumps, enjoying the warmth of her now sloppy sex before slowly pulling himself free and slipping his lance away. Smoothing his hair with one hand, he reached for her, pulling her close to him and taking her in a wild, frenzied kiss, filled with tongue and saliva, making the young Cleric blush with vivid, unquestionable emotion.

Pulling away sharply, Sir Carnos hopped atop his mount and let loose a terrifying battle cry, charging blade-first towards the rampaging Golem. Smokesnort needed to quickly take to the air to keep up with the adrenaline-fueled charge.

Chunks of earth were uprooted and flung wildly as Savolt's diamond-sharp hooves pounded against the ground. The Golem grew larger and larger as Sir Carnos galloped towards it, till the construct looked over at the charging Knight, tossing the small tree it was using as a club to flatten some more rubble.

The hurled tree lumbered towards our hero, who deftly avoided it a well-timed jump by his powerful stallion. Savolt barreled forth towards the Golem, and Sir Carnos unleashed a furious slash with his sword that deflected harmlessly from the iron plating strapped to the Golem. His arm stung at the force of the blow, and Sir Carnos knew it hadn't even dented the thing. Riding around for another pass, Sir Carnos jumped from his charging mount, blade first, lunging at the Golem, only to meet the same result. Rearing back to strike out with its large, battering-ram like fists, the Golem's first blow missed as the Knight deftly rolled out of harm's way. Instead, the Golem's fist plowed feet into the hard earth, and it struggled to remove its appendage from the cold and soily embrace.

During this moment of vulnerability, the brave Knight hacked and slashed at the construct, finding no blow fierce enough to even scratch the creature. Sir Carnos was caught by a crushing blow from the Golem's free fist that knocked into his breastplate, the force sending Sir Carnos flying wildly through the air and landing with a spectacular thud on the ground dozens of feet away from the battle.

The Dragon called Smokesnort released a searing jet of flame through his mouth, bathing the construct in a blanket of fire that did nothing to slow the lumbering machine. Retreating to the air and circling the Golem, the Gold Dragon Whelpling wondered if anything could be done to stop it.




The Knight of Arcalund Book 04



Rolling around in a dazed stupor, Sir Carnos was still affected from the force of the blow. The impact would have stopped a lesser man's heart instantly, but as you may have noticed by now, the Knight of Arcalund is no lesser man. Staggering to his feet, Sir Carnos charged back into the battle, clutching his sword in both hands and meeting the Golem measure for measure in a furious bout of combat. 

Another blow from the Golem sent Sir Carnos staggering, and a second knocked him flat on his back. Dazed and bleary-eyed, our hero looked up as the Golem raised a large iron boot above his prone body. Sir Carnos raised his handover his face as if that would prevent his imminent smushing. Closing his eyes, assured that death would follow, he suddenly felt a strange weight on his arm.

Hearing a swift grinding of gears, followed by a loud, reverberating CLANG and feeling a shocking impact, Sir Carnos opened his eyes to see that he was indeed not flattened at all, but behind the safety of his trusty, ever-returning shield. 

"About time you showed up!" The Knight exclaimed, rolling to a defensive stance and blocking vicious blow after vicious blow with his newly retrieved shield. The force of impact still sent the Knight reeling a few steps, such was the might of the Golem.

Smokesnort was admiring the battle from above, when from the corner of his eye he saw a large brown owl flying towards the battle. What caught the Dragon Whelpling's attention wasn't so much the common owl, but the fact that it was wearing a pair of extremely large, clunky looking round glasses.

"I hate Wizards." The Gold Dragon sighed.

The owl fluttered to the ground, and upon landing, in a poof of smoke became a plain and skinny girl behind a large bulky robe. "Sir Carnos!" She yelled out. "The heel! Attack the heel!"

Looking down at the Golem's heels, Sir Carnos noted, between dodges and weaves, that the Golem's impregnable armor gave way at the heels, displaying a good four inch or so of exposed armor which was filled with delicate looking gears and mechanics. Nodding to the Wizard, Sir Carnos deftly weaved his way close, avoiding frightening blows from the enraged Golem, the wind of which was enough to sting. Finally in range, Sir Carnos delivered an accurate, swift blow to the vulnerable heel of the Golem, sending sparks and gears spraying everywhere. 

The Golem immediately reacted, staggering on one knee, smoke billowing forth, thick and black from the two pipes protruding from the construct's shoulders. A wild swat from the Golem caught the Knight on the back, sending him to the floor, a trickle of blood streaking from his mouth. Pulling himself to his feet, Sir Carnos raised his sword high above his head and brought it crashing down into the exposed gears in the Golem's heel. More ash and smoke shot into the air and sparks rained down on our brave Hero, who immediately fell to one knee as the exhaustion from the battle overtook him. The Golem staggered back, hissing and fizzing as oils and gears leaked from him like blood, soaking into the ground. A high pitched whistle, like a tea kettle was heard as plumes of smog pillared into the sky. 

"It's going to blow up!" Lindi yelled. "Sir Carnos, get away from it!"

The Knight began to limp away from the thing as Smokesnort flew towards his friend, helping to carry him away from the battlefield and towards the Wizard Lindi. Breathing heavily, Sir Carnos wiped the blood from his mouth. "See? No problem."

The Golem suddenly and fantastically exploded, sending gears and parts flying high into the sky like shrapnel, the force and loudness of the blast able to be heard for miles around. A light rain of bits and pieces clattered down on the ruined village of Bargagle, with large chunks of metal being launched into the sky and hurling in all directions, undoubtedly ruining the afternoon of some poor unfortunate unlucky enough to be outside during the debris' landing. 

Gracelynn and the remaining villagers stormed forth and surrounded our hero with cheers and hails for his bravery in battle. The Knight and the Cleric met lips in a dramatic, awe-inspiring kiss that had the crowd erupt in applause and cheers while Smokesnort and Lindi watched, unmolested by the attentions.

"He'd so be dead if I didn't show up..." Lindi said as she watched the celebration. "These people aren't going to even notice us, are they?"

"Yea, get used to that." Smokesnort shrugged. 

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A Victorious Sir Carnos rode confidently towards the Magical Academy of Trilane, the smile unable to be removed from his face. 

"The Orb of Orgov is still out there, Sir Carnos. You may have won the day, but the Orb must be destroyed, lest the events of today repeat themselves across the globe. Please aid us in our quest to destroy this dreaded artifact." Lindi said as the gate guard slowly began to open the massive Academy gates.

"The Orb of Orgov?" Sir Carnos laughed. "You've got the wrong guy, sweetheart. Haven't you heard? Once Archmage Hazmon puts in a word with the powerful and influential Lord Felton, I'm going to be a Noble. This adventuring stuff is for suckers. I'll be living it up in my palace while other adventurers go out and risk life and limb on the field. As for the Orb of Orgov, you Wizards can figure that one out for yourself." He gave Lindi a confident wink and patted her on the shoulder.

"Did you say Lord Felton?" The gate guard said, finally opening the regal gates to the academy.

"Yup!" Sir Carnos said gleefully. "The Lord Felton."

"You mean the dead Lord Felton."

"What?" Sir Carnos immediately spat out, his face turning from smug to deadly serious in the half-blink of an eye.

The gate guard scratched his head. "Strangest thing. Just got word of it an hour or so ago. He was taking a carriage ride on his palace grounds this afternoon when a huge chunk of metal fell from the sky and neatly sliced him in half. No one has the slightest idea where it came from. I'm afraid he won't be helping anybody do much of anything, Sir Carnos."

The young Knight stared blankly at the floor for a long and depressing moment, blinking a few times before turning to Lindi the Wizardess. "So...you guys need help in the quest to destroy the Orb of Orgov, huh? Well, when do we start?"



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"So what are we doing here again?" Sir Carnos said, riding his powerful steed Savolt in a confident gallop. Smokesnort that Dragon was coasting effortlessly through the air behind him, while Lindi the Wizardess trotted atop her lazy, droopy looking horse beside them. 

"I've told you three times already, Sir Carnos. We're searching for the Ogre village of Thornspear." The rather plain magic user sighed, hating that Sir Carnos seemed to be completely unable to remember anything the Wizardess had said since their journey to destroy the terrible Orb of Orgov.

"Ah, right. Ogres. The Ogre village of Thornspear." He nodded and paused. "Why are we going there again?"

Lindi sighed. "The Orb of Orgov was created by Ogre magic. As such, the best way to discern its location is by using that same Ogre magic. The arcane studies that I practice are fading by the minute, and my spells are not powerful enough to shed any light on exactly who or what has found the Orb. Understand?"

"Oh, I see!" Sir Carnos exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so? I can just use my sword. See, it leads me wherever I need to go."

"I'm afraid that won't work, Sir Carnos. Your sword only works if you know your destination. For instance, you could ask it to take you to the Lucky Lich Tavern, but you could not command it to lead you to an item or person if you don't know the name of their location."

"Wow, how did you know that?"

"I know a lot about you." She said, immediately turning a savage shade of red about the cheeks and looking away from the young Knight, her thick, large glasses dominating her long and skinny face. "I mean...I've heard..."

She didn't need to worry; Sir Carnos was already looking off into the distance, as if he had just forgotten their conversation. The skinny, plain Mage sighed softly and rode along, stealing small glances at the gorgeous young Knight. Her skinny heart pounded in her bony and flat chest, and even with her practiced and disciplined willpower, she was not immune to the lures of Sir Carnos. From his agonizing handsomeness to his domineering presence, right to the marvelous scent he exuded, Lindi was as helpless as any other when confronted with his presence. So sad for her, indeed, that she held none of the qualities that our hero finds admirable in a woman. Indeed, she was rather the opposite.

Skulking, the Wizardess ushered on her droopy horse into the wilderness.

The silence was cut short by the Gold Dragon Whelpling named Smokesnort. "Why are we taking the long way? I saw you change your shape into an Owl. Why don't you just teleport us there? What are you hiding from us!?" The dragon's suspicion towards Wizards had not dulled in the least bit in the course of his adventures.

Lindi was beginning to feel completely and utterly invisible on this particular trip. "I told you, Arcane magic is weakening throughout the land due to the orb of Orgov. I don't have the magical strength to teleport any of us anywhere. I can't even change my own shape."

"Serves you right!" He spat out at her.

"Come on, Smo-Uh, I mean...Steve." The Gold Dragon had made Sir Carnos swear that he would not reveal his true name to the evil and wicked wizardess. He used a ridiculous alias in the meantime. "No need to be mean to Cindy."

She sighed and removed some tangled, mousy brown hair from her face. "Lindi, my name is Lindi." She said so softly that even her horse could barely hear her.

While Smokesno-I mean, uh, Steve had the constitution of a 500 year old Dragon, and Sir Carnos was in excellent health, and Savolt simply never, ever tired, Cindy-erm, I mean, Lindy was not the picture of robust health and stamina. The quartet had made a small and cozy camp about a day's journey in, setting up a blazing and warm fire. Sir Carnos was sleeping peacefully, and Steve, after much tossing and turning, even managed to eventually fall to slumber. He had set about him a complex alarm system, constructed of many tripwires attached to large pots and pans, sure that the untrustworthy Wizardess would try to dissect him in his sleep for his gooey and rare Dragon-parts. 

Though Lindi would not be cleverly scheming a plan to disarm the Dragon's clever trap this evening. Instead, she was busy staring into a small and cloudy mirror, a pair of scissors looking clunky and large in her small bony hand. She clipped away at her flat, bodiless hair, making accurate and straight snips along the jawline. __________________________________________

"Good morning, Lindi." Sir Carnos said as he prepared himself for the day's adventuring. The evening of sleep had left the Knight rejuvenated and rested, prepared for the quest to come.

The Wizard smiled and smoothed her skinny hands along her freshly sheered short bobbed hair. "Good morning to you, Sir Carnos." To be acknowledged at all by this shimmering example of masculinity made Lindi's body quiver. She found herself distractedly aroused as she mounted her depressing looking steed.

"How far away are we from Thornspear?" Sir Carnos asked.

"Huh? Oh...um...just a few hours ride. I'm close-I mean, we're close."

A sad looking mule of a pony was the last thing Lindi wanted to be riding at the moment, but she endured the hours of riding and tried to concentrate on matters at hand, difficult as that was. She remembered watching Sir Carnos valiantly duel the hulking Golem in the terrified Village of Bargagle, remembering how deft and agile, yet strong he was. The memories of him felling that enormous beast made her entire body shiver, her breathing quickening, 

It was not long until the Ogre village of Thornspear was visible in the distance. Simple huts and large stone structures dominated the distant horizon. Large signs displaying skulls and remains of intruders dotted the landscape, not encouraging much tourism. The surrounding terrain was wild and unkempt, filled with beautiful and exotic flowers and powerful looking plants of all colors and shapes and sizes. This was nature, unchecked and free. The sounds of wildlife were all around them as they ventured deeper into the dense jungles.

"My, it is rather humid..." Steve fanned himself with a sharp claw. He squinted at a large skull posted on the end of a wooden spear jutting from the ground. "And the natives don't seem very hospitable. This isn't very welcoming at all. I do hate Ogres. Uncivilized brutes, one and all."

"Ogres are actually a very noble and peaceful people. They have mastered wild magic and can control the very forces of nature. They are simply misunderstood by the civilized peoples of the world. I've read numerous books on their proud and dignified race." Lindi said, examining the skull. "This skull seems Dwarven. You see, the Ogres and the Dwarves have been at war for hundreds of years."

"Man eating plant." Sir Carnos said to Lindi the Wizardess.

"What?"

"Man eating plant." He repeated.

"No, Dwarf. Man eating plants don't have skulls."

Sir Carnos pointed behind her. "MAN EATING PLANT!"

Lindi turned just in time to be snatched by a long and strong green tendril that wrapped around her thin body and hoisted her into the air. Many more vines and Tendrils around them sprung to life and made wild grabs for the party. Steve deftly avoided the tendrils while a few string vines grappled Sir Carnos off his noble white steed Savolt.

From the ground beneath them, a large pod like shape emerged, looking not dissimilar to a venus fly trap, only with a much worse attitude and far more teeth. It opened its hungry maw to reveal seventeen rows of jagged, razor sharp teeth. Lindi screamed as the vine around her slowly lowered towards that inhospitable looking purple tongue, green acidic saliva drooling from the things hungry mouth. Sir Carnos, bound at each wrist, focused all of his might into his arms, straining against the vice-like grip of the Man Eating Plant. His eyes focused with exertion and his entire form flexed strongly. A loud snap accompanied the severing of the vines that grappled him. Once his sword hand was free, a flurry of swordplay made ribbons of the smaller vines entwining his legs and ankles. He was racing towards Lindi the captures Mage in seconds, severing her from its grip by neatly and accurately slicing each lace of vine that entwined her, catching her neatly in his strong arms, looking down into her glass-shielded eyes.

He smiled brightly. "I told you. Man eating plant."

"Regenerate!"

"Huh?"

As quickly as he had severed the threatening limbs, the plant had reformed each and every severed tentacle. In an instant, the Knight and the Wizardess were both captured in iron and foliage-clad grips. 

"I told you. Man Eating Plants regenerate." Lindi countered as the two were being strangled and crushed, brought ever closer to that starved and wicked maw. 

Steve flapped his wings wildly, deftly avoiding snatches and grabs from the enormous and evil plant. He slapped at Tendrils that came near to him, trying to shoo away the creature and its endless arms.

"Steve! Fire!" Lindi shouted.

"Fire? What do I look like, a musketeer?" The Gold Dragon Whelpling snorted. "Shows how much you know..."

"No! Fire! The Man Eating Plant is vulnerable to fire!"

"Oh, right. Fire." Steve said, swooping down towards the large pod-like head of the creature, who snapped its powerful jaws at the Dragon, nearly chomping him in one gulp. Steve's deft flying was one step ahead of the tendrils and bites of this beast, however, and once close, the Gold Dragon reared back its head and spat out a cone of blazing hot fire, bathing the carnivorous plant in jets of orange flame. 

Almost immediately the pod caught ablaze, shriveling into a black husk, plopping to the jungle floor and exploding into a pool of shredded ash. The tendrils withered and weakened, dropping Lindi and Sir Carnos unceremoniously to the ground with a thud.

"Good shooting, Steve!" Sir Carnos exclaimed, patting his dragon companion on the shoulder, the Knight getting up from the jungle floor and dusting himself off. "Just a little Man Eating Plant. No problems, right?" He mounted Savolt and was off into the jungles again, leaving Lindi to pick some leaves and whatnot from her freshly sheered hair. She rushed to catch up with them; the sounds of the living jungle making her feel rather unwelcome in this place.

The four adventurers rode into Thornspear Village to the suspicious and unfriendly glares of the resident Ogres. These creatures were large and Blue, filled with muscle and primitive features. The males and females alike wore tribal markings on their skin, savage designs and primal tattoos of their deeds in battle. The men had large tusks that would jut from their mouths, their ears pointed and littered with piercings. Ogre hair came in a variety of vivid colors, from black to yellow to red to orange and even a few with purple. Each Ogre had eyes of purest and most vigorous red. The men appeared like Neanderthals, wild and primal versions of men, with large builds and strong physiques. The women were smaller and less defined, their tusks much less prominent than the males. Many of the Ogres wore braids lined with trinkets through their wild hair.

"My goodness, they do look unbathed, don't they?" Steve said distastefully, wriggling his nose as he made his way through the village.

"Shhh!" Sir Carnos admonished. "Act natural. We need their help, remember?" He smiled at Ogres that passed him by.

It was not long before they were greeted by a very large and powerful looking Ogre male. He was adorned in the trappings of a mystic, complete with a large bear skin cloak and many druidic looking trinkets. His hair was long and braids ran thick down the sides of his head, each one interwoven with leaves and other natural symbols. Accompanying him was an athletic and gorgeous Ogre woman, her hair a blazing and pure red, some of which was braided and framing her alluring face. She was primal and wild looking, that natural and urge-driven sex appeal that made man so keen on reproduction. Her head was shaved round the sides, lending her bobbed tresses a primitive allure. Her body was barely covered. Leather scraps held her massive breasts together poorly, and a simple loincloth was all that separated the wind from her naturally hairless slit. Her boots were knee length and lined at the ends with thick and fluffy fur. She carried an elegant and powerful looking bow at her side and a full quiver on her back. Her headband had trapped inside it numerous brightly covered feathers and her skin was electric blue, more vivid than the other Ogres.

The large Ogre male spoke in a loud and booming voice, his language unable to be understood. His words were translated by the lush and feral Ogre woman at his side. "Why have you come to our village?"

Lindi stepped forth, clearing her tiny voice and answering for the group. "Wise and proud Ogres, we come to Thornspear to seek your aid in finding and destroying the accursed Orb of Orgov."

The village spoke in murmers when the orb was mentioned. Orgov was a decidedly despicable Ogre, an outcaste among his own people for his dabblings in Black Magics. "You speak to chief Nagvar, the very one who crushed the vile Orgov in battle and finally brought end to his carnage. Our mighty Chief sees interest in destroying anything that our most hated foe has brought to existence, but the aid of our tribe is not for the unworthy. You must undergo a trial to prove your worth. Do not agree lightly, for whomever fails the trial forfeits their very life. Who among you is brave and cunning enough to pass the sacred trial?"

The assembled group pointed immediately to Sir Carnos. "Gee thanks, guys." He muttered under his breath.

The mighty Ogre Chieftain Nagvar spoke and the assembled Ogres cheered. The startling Ogre woman translated. "Then it is settled. The Golden haired one will attempt the trial when the sun rises from its hiding place. He will succeed or he will perish." __________________________________

For a brutish and inhospitable race, the Ogres were fine hosts to Sir Carnos and his friends. They set them up in a large leather teepee structure, complete with a good hot meal. While they weren't the most social bunch, the Ogres of Thornspear were far from the blood thirsty monsters that popular folklore made them out to be.

"You should rest." Lindi said, scribbling wildly into her book, chronicling the lives of the Ogres and everything she could gather about their primal culture. "You have a big day tomorrow."

"Yea..." Sir Carnos said, laying on his back, staring upwards, hands laced behind his head. "Rest. I'm too tense to rest. I have no idea what these Ogres are going to have me do in the morning. What if it's a footrace? Or a game of checkers?"

"Don't be silly."

"I'm dreadful at checkers!"

Lindi looked over to the stressed young Knight. The unknown is a powerful force, dear reader, even strong enough to shake the brave and noble Knight of Arcalund. "Wow, you are stressed." She closed her book and set aside her quill, looking around and walking over to sit beside him. Smokesnort did not much like the company of savage Ogres, so he took to the skies for the evening. Savolt was also preoccupied enjoying the lush and crunchy grazing grounds near Thornspear village. As it were, the Mage and the Knight were completely and utterly alone in their confines. "Maybe I could help you loosen up a bit?" The Wizardess slowly, clumsily unclasped her clunky robe and slowly peeled it down around her bony shoulders. Her bare torso was pale and unremarkable, with very little to be found in the way of curves. Lindi did have clear, smooth skin, however, but her physique was altogether malnourished and wiry, far from the supple and curvaceous daughters of the Kingdom of Trilane that Sir Carnos so effortlessly courted.

Sir Carnos say up quickly, sighing to himself. "You know, I should get some fresh air. A walk would do me good." He didn't even notice the topless Mage sitting beside his bed, even as he looked her dead in the eyes and spoke. "I shouldn't be too long. See you, Lindi." He patted her on the shoulder and exited the tent, as if a naked body didn't even register to his knightly brain unless it was accompanied by two swaying, swollen breasts and hips that could crush a mongoose.

The Wizardess slowly slipped back on her robe, looking down at her less than clutchable curves, pondering... ______________________________________________

The grounds surrounding Thornspear were fertile and lush. The wild jungle broke into peaceful streams and brightly colored plants. The humidity had broken as the sun sank low, and now the stars were each twinkling in the clear sky. The fresh air and the surroundings, as pretty as they were, did little to ease Sir Carnos of his worries. 

"You should be resting. Your Trial is only hours away." A voice spoke from behind him. Sir Carnos spun to find the fit, surprisingly attractive Ogre translator behind him, the moonlight reflecting off of her electric blue skin. The Orange tribal markings on her face and arms brought out the color of her hair. Even though she was a female, and not as tall as the males of her kind, she still stood equal in height to Sir Carnos, who evenly broke six feet in height.

The Knight's soulful blue eyes met the wild red eyes of the Ogre, her approach soundless, as if the jungle itself covered her movements. "Yea, tell me about it." He tilted his head. "Why do you speak Human?"

"I am a ranger of these wilds. I come across many Human poachers who wish to grow rich from the hides and skins of the beasts of our lands. It is beneficial to learn the tongue of ones prey." She said plainly. "You are Sir Carnos."

The young Knight was taken aback by the recognition. "How did you know who I am?"

"Ogres respect warriors, regardless of their race. Tales of your exploits have reached my ears in many evenings spent by the fire."

Sir Carnos couldn't help but smile. Sometimes the adventuring life ain't so bad after all. "Well, I do what I can." He walked towards her, looking the Ogre over from head to toe, paying particular attention to the glorious figure, athletic and lean, but curved to perfection. His eyes rested on her cleavage and were loathe to leave it. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

"I am Jagza, Warden of these wilds." Her full, supple lips were decorated with hoop piercings that glittered in the moonlight.

"Very, very nice to meet you, Jagza." He took her hand and offered it a soft and pleasant kiss along the knuckles, slightly dragging his tongue along her hand in the process.

Very much to his surprise, his kiss was replied with a stern, stunning blow to the side of the face that sent the young Knight reeling back a few steps. Holding his aching jaw, he looked at her in shock. "Hey! What the heck was that for?!"

Jagza gave him a look as though he had asked her what color the sky is. "You have kissed my hand. You wish to court me, no?"

"Well if that's what you people call it..."

"If you wish to court an Ogre, then you must prove your might in battle. It is our way." She reared back and delivered another powerful blow. This time, the young Knight was ready for it, and he deftly ducked beneath her attack, kicking her legs out from under her, sending Jagza to the floor.

She deftly rolled away from him, reaching her feet with minimal difficulty. A sly grin crossed her features as she lunged for the Knight, who let her tackle his reinforced breastplate, sending her crashing to the ground in a dull thud. Dazed, she looked up at Sir Carnos, who was unfazed by the blow. He dusted off his armor and jumped atop the stunned Ogre, pinning her to the ground and giving her a wild kiss on the lips, moaning as he grinded his hips against her supple body. 




The Knight of Arcalund Book 05



Not to be outdone so easily, Jagza clutched Sir Carnos by the shoulders and used her strong legs to flip the Knight over her head, landing with a dull thud onto his back. Pouncing atop him, her massive breasts heaving, she reached for a nearby log, raising it above her head. Bringing the stone down hard, Sir Carno caught her wrist and the two struggled for control of the weapon, rolling on the ground, down a hill and splashing into a nearby shallow stream. 

Jagza swung the rock at the Knight in a mighty blow, but dodging it, Jagza shattered the rock on a nearby tree, leaving crumbled dust in her palm. Sir Carnos barreled his weight into her side, crashing the Ogre into the tree and knocking the wind from her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, making a gauntleted fist and raising it skyward.

The Ogre Ranger winced and shielded her face. "You have bested me, Sir Carnos. I am yours tonite."

The Knight smiled, relaxing his stance and releasing his grip on her hair. "I think I'm going to like it here..." 

Even though both of them were rolling around in the dirt and fighting in the shallow stream, Sir Carnos was not a speck dirtier for his trouble. He had a barely noticeable scrape on his cheek from the entire fight, while Jagza was covered in slick mud and sweat. Drenched from the stream, her top was sopping wet and revealed her nipples plainly. She was a muddy, sexy mess, ripe for the taking, and take Sir Carnos did.

Reaching down, he tore her top free. Jagza gasped at the passion he displayed as his hands roughly squeezed and groped her massive blue jugs, each of her deep blue nipples erect and pierced with small bronze hoops. He tugged at her piercings, eliciting soft purrs from the Ogre Ranger, who arched her back to present her rack more fully to him. Feverishly undoing his pants, Sir Carnos revealed to her his whopping ten inch spear. Jagza gasped and looked on in shock at his tense prick.

"You are like Ogre male..." She said, stunned that a human could carry such weight and thickness between his legs. 

He gripped her mud-drenched, soft, bouncy tits, mashing them together. "And you are like Trilane female." He gave her a wink before plowing his cock between those slick, muddy tits. Her cleavage was so tight and exaggerated from his strong hands pressing her breasts together. They both moaned in unison at the pleasure of cock meeting tit-crease, and it wasn't long before Sir Carnos was engaged in a sloppy, vigorous session of tittyfucking. Jagza reached for her own breasts, clutching them together and bobbing them in time with Sir Carnos' wild thrusts. She watched in awe as ten inches speared between her tits, the tip stabbing her on occasion in the throat, decorating her neck with glossy dabs of cum, gossamer trails marking his prick's journey. 

Jagza, amazed and aroused, couldn't tear her red gaze away from his intrusive prick. Her breath was taken from her with each stern thrust of his hips, Sir Carnos' balls hammering against her shapely stomach as his cock was milked by her tight cleavage. Pursing her lips, the Ogre spat down into her cleavage, making the journey even wetter, letting a trail of glimmering spit trail down from her mouth, drizzling a hefty amount of saliva down in between her hulking breasts.

The slickness was not lost on Sir Carnos, who fucked her sweaty, muddy, spit-filled cleavage with utter and raw abandon, letting all of his stress out in a feisty session of torso-play. He used her body like an instrument, his hands gripping handfuls of her bobbed and wild hair tightly, pulling her hair as he fucked her ample bust till his prick tensed and tightened, every single muscle in his frame reaching its peak of hardness.

As if sensing his release, Jagza released his cock from the tight grip of her breasts, presenting them to the young Knight to defile. Blue fleshy globes glistened in the moonlight as her pleading red eyes begged Sir Carnos to jizz hard on her tits, and the Knight did not disappoint.

Feverishly he masturbated himself, aiming the business end of his tool to her supple rack. The first clump of semen spurted across her presented chest, leaving a gooey white scar that spanned each tit in its entirety and even managed to streak some of her athletic arm as well.

The Ogre gasped at the first thick line of cum, moaning as each shot followed. Large cloudy clumps of goo splattered onto her tits, launched strongly from his cock, spitting thick loads onto her bust, his cock regurgitating heavy pools of aromatic and hot seed onto her soft skin. She cooed and moaned in pleasure as he decorated both tits in a wellspring of semen, easily the combined amounts of 3 or 4 normal males. The gypsy potion increasing the volume of his load by such an intense degree. Jagza looked down on her blotchy tits, amazed at the volume and weight of his load as finally the last few droplets squirted onto her in runny streams. Our hero let out a wild moan of relief as the tension was leeched from his body with each thick gush of semen. The Knight relaxed to such an extent that he dreamily sat beside Jagza the Ogre, leaning back into the soft jungle ground and drifting to sleep then and there. __________________________________

"You just have to get used to this." Steve said, scaly arms crossed as he tisked over the sleeping frame of Sir Carnos. The sun was peeking through the clouds, beginning to illuminate the landscape. Lindi sighed at the scene before her, a slumbering Sir Carnos, content and peaceful, far from the tense wreck he was the nite prior. Laying beside him, equally unconscious, was a busty, topless Ogre sporting the remnants of an inspiring cumload on her supple and mud-caked breasts.

Steve the Gold Dragon Whelpling leaned down and shook Sir Carnos to consciousness. "Wake up, loverboy." He said sarcastically. "They are gathering for your trial. Remember? The whole life and death thing? And you might want to clean up your lady friend before we head back to Thornspear."

Yawning and slowly getting to his feet, Sir Carnos dreamily gathered his things. "Oh, yea...that." He looked over to the sleeping Ogre, then back to Lindi and Steve. "Ancient Ogre ritual."

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Chieftain Nagvar and Jagza the Ranger led Sir Carnos, his trusty steed Savolt, his Gold Dragon Whelpling Steve and Lindi the Wizardess to a mysterious and strange looking series of ruins. It seemed as if an ancient temple of some sort, at one time grand and opulent, now a tattered husk of its former glory, rotting stones and walls devoured by the nature jungle. Thick stone pillars littered the grounds, cracked and worn, but sturdier than the ravages of time. They held strange markings and a few were noticeably toppled, but many still stood, straight and high into the heavens above. 

Chieftain Nagvar spoke and extended his powerful arms, the translation coming after his words left his lips. "This is the ancient ruin of the shrine of Heroes. It is said that only the worthy may topple a pillar of this ancient place. To do so indicates favor from the spirits, and will earn any mighty enough to fell one of these pillars full membership into our Tribe. Failure indicates a lacking spirit, and death will quickly follow."

Sir Carnos gulped and nodded, understanding what he must do. He stepped forward, examining the pillar. It looked old beyond years, but had a sturdiness that not even the forces of nature could not wither, defiantly streaking towards the heavens, each of these pillars rife with mystic energy. 

Unsheathing his blade, Sir Carnos tested the steel against the stone. He could not even scratch the surface with his sword, and would most likely shatter the blade upon impact. Tapping the blade's tip to his chin, he sheathed it, palming both hands to the pillar, leaning into it to test the effects of his strength on the foundation of the pillar. He could not budge it in the slightest. Sir Carnos could not sever the pillar with his blade, nor topple it with his own strength. He gazed back to his friends, who gave him confused looks in reply.

Pacing around the large stone column, Sir Carnos knew his time was not unlimited. Biting his lower lip and chewing on it a bit, he stared up at the cloud-scraping column. A moment of long pondering followed, and the Knight of Arcalund briskly, confidently turned to his companions.

"Savolt, break this." He spoke to his powerful steed, who trotted up to the column and reared back onto his hind legs, giving the stone a short, accurate kick along one of the cracks in the large pillar. Diamond-hard hooves shook the very foundation of the stone, and Sir Carnos turned to Chieftain Nagvar as the Pillar rumbled and shook, cracks spreading throughout the structure till it cracked in two, the top of it slamming into the ground behind them, crumbling into a cloud of dust and debris.

Lindi and Steve exploded into applause and cheers. Sir Carnos patted Savolt on the side and Chieftain Nagvar and Jagza nodded in acceptance of the deeds completion. The chieftain spoke in a loud voice. 

"You have proven yourself worthy to the spirits, and have gained admission into our tribe. You are now of Thornspear, Sir Carnos the Golden-haired."

"Thank you, Chieftain Nagvar. Where is the Orb of Orgov?"

"The wind speaks of a place of great evil, which is ruled by a being of even greater evil. In this land of barren stone and decay resides a powerful and twisted ruler. This land of which I speak is called Gomizon, and you will find the Orb of Orgov there. In a single black column, not unlike the one you just toppled, lies evil unquestioned. The ruler of this foul and wicked place is named Gomezzer-"

"Arch Warlock of the seventy-three Hells..." Sir Carnos finished the sentence, much to the shock of Steve and Lindi, who had never heard the name before.

Jagza continued her translation. "Dangerous and malicious is this Warlock, and you will need help to navigate and survive in this dangerous land of Gomizon. Take with you Jagza the Ranger, whose lore of the inhospitable places of the wild are second to no one. Cling fast to your bravery, young Knight of Arcalund, for Orgov was but a shadow of the evil that Gomezzer harbors in his black heart."

Sir Carnos nodded gravely, unsheathing his sword and holding the perfectly crafted blade in front of his face, staring at his awe-inspiring reflection. "My sword, lead us in our quest and take us to Gomizon!"

Sir Carnos felt a compelling force tug at the blade, pulling and leading the Knight towards the death-drenched nightmare landscape of Gomizon. 



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A SINCERE APOLOGY: Dearest Reader, before I can continue reciting the epic and naughty adventures, quests, misadventures, mis-quests and mis-epic misadventure-quests of our dashing young Knight of Arcalund, I must issue a heartfelt and sincere apology. In my fervor to set these heroic exploits to text before my lazy memory chooses to forget them altogether, I made a drastic error in the tales printing. On a few occasions, I called the dreaded Orb of Ogrov the "Orb of Ogvan" (For those of you who wish to check, it is in Book 4 during the conversation between Sir Carnos and Hazmon the Archmage). Rest assured that this terrible relic is called THE ORB OF ORGOV, not the Orb of Ogvan, Oggleton, Oliver, or WWE Superstar Randy Orton. 

My mistake, as absent-minded as it was, stems from the dreaded Ogre Orgov's younger and far less malicious brother Ogvan, who also has a similar orb, but its powers are far less wretched than that of his older and more potent brother. The Orb of Ogvan simply makes all within a mile radius of the orb speak in a thick Irish accent-hardly as powerful as draining all the arcane magic in the world, undoubtedly. I make this bold clarification because I am truly daft, and will most likely call the ORB OF ORGOV a thousand different things by the time my little story here is concluded. 

While I am at it, I should also apologize for the blaring grammatical and spelling errors that litter my writings. I am truly stupid, and can only hope that you won't let my ridiculously low intelligence hamper your view on our hero and his bold and courageous, breast-filled exploits.

Now that we have concluded apologies, I gladly welcome you to the 6th installment of our tale.

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Gomizon.

Just the word alone makes you get that feeling like something icky is crawling quickly up your spine. This hellish place was but a faded mirror of its master. The harsh and blasting dry heat of the barren land was a mere sample of the intense evil that the Warlock Gomezzer harbored in his absent soul. The craggy, cracked and warped canyons were devoid of wildlife, save for scraggly, hungry looking vultures who sharply kept watch for their next potential meal. Their beaks curved and wicked like a hollowed meat hook, set to salivation at the sight of the slowly moving caravan just a stone's throw away and approaching. The vultures followed the elegantly carved line of decorated wagons as they slowly traversed the flat lands of Gomizon. 

"Gypsies!" Smokesnort exclaimed, angrily flapping his wings beside a galloping Savolt, who was mounted, as always, by Sir Carnos Goldmorrow. "How much did you give them? How much!?"

"You're overreacting as usual. Everyone knows that to assault a Gypsy caravan brings terrible luck. No one would dare harm us while we were traveling with them. Gomizon is a dangerous place, and there's no better company than Gypsies." Sir Carnos Goldmorrow was beyond confident in his logic.

"We can't trust these people, you idiot!" Smokesnort spat, some threatening black smoke spurting from his flared nostrils. 

"I agree with your scaly friend." Jagza the Ogre Scout babe said, breaking her usual stoic silence. "I was sent to take you through this land by my Chieftain Nagvar, and now you pay others to guide you. This is a waste of time and money, Sir Carnos. The caravan is slow and large. We may not be in time to stop the plans of this warlock Gomezzer."

Sir Carnos sighed and turned to Lindi the Wizardess, who was, as normal, moping on back of her sad looking pony. "What do you think, Lindi?"

The Wizardess couldn't believe her ears. This was the first time she could recall being addressed by the Knight of Arcalund. She smiled, displaying her newest improvement on herself-a set of supple, full, pouty glossy pink lips. She had spent much time researching a potion to give her that fuckable type of mouth that Sir Carnos enjoyed so very much, and her hard work had finally paid off. From the neck up she was now rather fetching, her hair sheered strictly at chin angle, bobbed in the back, following the sharp angle of her jaw, and now her lips were beyond bangable. She had earned his attention so far, and once she had enough magical power to enlarge her boyishly small chest, she had little doubt that her dream of being used by Sir Carnos would be glorious, sweaty reality. Her pussy quivered at his acknowledgment of her presence. She cleared her throat and sat up straight in her saddle. "Well, I see merit for both arguments. Even with Jagza as our guide, this is still a very dangerous place, and I would not wish to take any unnecessary risks..." She looked around at the silent, dusky skinned gypsies around them. "But then again, I have heard many a grim tale about these people."

Sir Carnos was outnumbered, but held his ground. "Well, I'm the hero here, and I say we stay with the caravan. Besides, it's almost time for my reading." 

Smokesnort rolled his eyes and flew to the other side of the caravan rather than listen to more of the Human Knight's superstitious talk. 

Lindi quirked an eyebrow. "Your reading?"

Sir Carnos nodded. "Yup! Included in our escort to Gomezzer's tower is a free fortune reading from the Caravan's seer, Neshay. Doesn't hurt to know your future, now does it?" He tapped the side of his head with a finger. "See? I'm always thinking ahead!"

Jagza shook her head and sighed, and Lindi folded her arms. "I assume Neshay is the short, busty one wearing next to nothing with the bobbed black hair?"

"Lucky guess, how'd you know?"

It was Lindi's turn to sigh and ride off, leaving the young Knight to his reading. He shrugged and dismounted his mighty steed Savolt and made his way into Neshay's colorfully decorated wagon, stepping through the string bead doorway and taking a seat on some comfortable pillows, relishing the scent of sweet, disarming perfume that lingered around them. It wasn't long before Neshay the Seer entered the wagon, dressed in baggy, sheer pants that ended in tight ankle cuffs and a see through scarf wrapped round her intensely large breasts. Her olive skin was exotic and alluring, and thrice as much was the scent it exuded. Her eyes were lined in coal black, shaped like almonds but a deep and soulful green. Her hair was like silk, combed over one side of her face, cut at the strict length that the young Knight was so fond of. The lower half of her face was covered in a silken pink veil that matched the rest of her outfit flawlessly. 

She was curvy and radiant, a mysterious and dark angel. Neshay had in one dainty hand a deck of large cards. She bowed gracefully and sat on the other end of the young Knight. Her voice was like music, carrying with it the thick accent of her people. "Sir Carnos, The Knight of Arcalund, I part the mist for you and show you what lies in wait. Are you prepared to hear knowledge that no man was meant to know-that of things to be?"

He nodded and lounged back in his nesting of pillows. 

Deftly she arranged the cards before him in a pattern, her eyes wide as she read the meaning of the pattern. She was quite for some time, carefully going over each possible meaning, communing with the fates to bring their knowledge to her. 

"Well?" Sir Carnos was anxious to hear his glorious fortune. "What do the cards say?"

"I see Death, Knight. I see it as clear as I see you."

Sir Carnos swallowed hard and then summoned forth a brave face. "Death? You must mean wealth, right? I'm going to be a noble. I'm going to live a good life and not die adventuring like my father!" He pleaded as if his argument would somehow sway her vision.

Neshay was silent, sitting quietly as he pleaded. After his outburst, her words were solemn. "The fates have spoken, Sir Carnos. Death will find you sooner than you believe."

He stood, angry now. "You don't understand, I'm not going to die any time soon."

"You have asked to see what the fates see, and you have been told."

He laughed aloud and tilted his head, looking over the fine young Gypsy. "Tell me then, Gypsy, what would happen if I reached over and yanked that veil off your face and put my dick in your mouth?"

Her eyes widened at the brazenness of his words. "I would scream and alert my brothers and they would surely kill you."

"Oh, is that so?" He smiled. "In that case, it's a good thing I'm already dead." He quickly snatched her veil away from her face, revealing a pert, slim nose and the most unbelievable lips he could imagine, glossy and dark brown, so wet looking. Neshay gasped and tried to flee from the caravan, but a gauntlet clutched her thick black hair and made her eyes water in pain. He held her down in a sitting position and with his free hand fished out his awe inspiring cock. His mammoth erection alerted the Gypsy, who flailed in his grip, her chest heaving in panic as her cards went flying through the air.

Her gorgeous green eyes stared in awe at his member right before he dunked it into her mouth, the Knight letting out a loud groan of relief as her sloppy, sopping wet mouth accepted him. One hand reached down to grip her throat, choking her strongly, forcing her throat to open. His right hand refused to release her hair, and he began to pummel her throat, face fucking the busty gypsy like a wild animal, panting and grunting as his strong hips delivered shocking blows to her dusky face. 

Neshay beat against his plate covered legs futilely as she was orally raped, her mouth releasing a thick, bubbly bit of froth as she was taken so brutally. Resigning to her fate, knowing there was no way out of this, and to inspire his wrath by biting down would only infuriate the Knight further. Neshay's body was conquered and she ceased to resist. 

There was something more than that, however. Once the taste of his massive cock registered to her, the Gypsy was helpless to resist this. Like some drug that bent her to his will, the taste of his cock dulled her resistance and fueled her own womanhood. The young Gypsy girl began to enthusiastically bob her head on his cock, soaking his lap in her fluids. She looked up at him, smiling at the young Knight as he pummeled her mouth, moaning, her eyes glossed over in pure, unfiltered passion. She moaned between chokes and gags, pleasing him with the thickest lips he'd ever had. He pulled away from her mouth and she let out a squishy type of belch at the sudden freedom of breath she had. On all fours like a dog, Neshay slobbered and drooled, spitting out phlegm onto the ground that nearly choked her, being rammed down her windpipe by the aggressive young Knight.

Sir Carnos sat back down in his nest of pillows. "Go call the fucking alarm, you Gypsy whore, and watch me kill your brothers, or come over here and sit on my fucking prick."

She nodded obediently, a thick cable of phlegmy spit linking her lips to the floor. She pursed her lips and slurped up the slobber, seductively crawling towards him. Sir Carnos ravaged her as she drew near, tearing her silks from her body till she was nude. Spinning her back to face him, he lowered her young slit onto his massive pole. Neshay yelped out as he impaled her on his cock, angrily thrusting her down as his hips, like some pumping machine, slammed upwards, digging so deep into her pussy. She screamed in pure bliss, resting her hands on her own knees, bouncing on his throbbing cock, her tight brown pussy clenched round his veiny staff. 

Sir Carnos could see her from across the room in a full size mirror in the corner of the room. He stared at her bouncing brown titties, two double D's slapping against each other, the stuffy heat of Gomezzon making her skin break out in beads of delicious tasting sweat. Her ass slapped against his body, her full rump jiggling each time he drilled into her pussy. Neshay was a rather loud fuck, and exuberantly wept as Sir Carnos came inside her tight cunt, spewing his load deep inside her, a shockwave of pleasure unraveling in the young Gypsy. She shivered and shook as she felt an explosion go off inside her, Sir Carnos's load filling her up and leaking back down his massive shaft, coating his balls in silky seed. 

Pushing her off of him, Sir Carnos stood and smoothed his golden blond hair, looking down at the shivering, spent Gypsy, bathed in sweat. "Heroes don't die, Gypsy." He said with a mocking smile, exiting the Caravan.

Mounting Savolt, Sir Carnos rallied his allies with a thunderous cry. "Smokesnort, Jagza, Lindi! Come on, we're heading to Gomezzer's tower and we're going to finish this."

Smokesnort flew forth and inquired. "Huh? What about the Gypsies? How'd your reading go? Carnos?"

The Knight didn't answer, kicking his stallion into a mad charge towards a looming, ominous black monolith in the distance. 

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"I feel you near, Sir Carnos." Gomezzer smiled, deep in reverie, staring out the window of his massive tower. "You've come for my Orb-you've come for my power." Reaching his spindly arms out of the window and towards the forsaken sky, he smiled toothily and began to chant a dark spell. "Let's nibble on brains and sip goblets of fear, Lord of all Vultures, Bleakbeak, come here!"

A sickly caw could be heard in the distance, and soon a massive red feathered vulture was making its way towards Gomezzer's balcony. The beast had clumps of blood red feathers missing, It looked ancient and slow, but its beak was curved and gnarled. Eyes were vivid and evil yellow, dull and lifeless. The legendary lord of all Vultures was a frightening sight to say the very least, and its crooked, wrinkled neck lowered in obedience to Gomezzer, the Lord of Gomizon. 

"Bleakbeak, starved for so long. I have, waiting for you, a meal you will soon not forget." The Warlock's smile soon morphed to a vile grin, then a ravenous cackle that echoed throughout his dark chamber, both maniacal creatures glowing in the light of the pulsating Orb of Orgov.

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A shriek cut the still air around the party as they galloped towards Gomezzer's tower. Jagza halted her steed and signaled for the others to do likewise. "Halt! I hear the cry of the Lord of all Vultures."

"Wha?" Sir Carnos almost laughed at the title. "Sounded like a half beaten turkey screaming."

Jagza stared daggers at the arrogant Knight. "Jest while able, Knight of Arcalund. Bleakbeak is death given wings."

The statement made Sir Carnos shiver. He wet his lips and blinked a few times. Death given wings...

Death.

The still Gomizon air broke into a rapid, swirling wind as a large figure grew visible in the distance. The hulking bird was enormous, slowly wafting towards them on engulfing, expansive wings that seemed to blot out whatever sun might be seen in Gomizon. Once in view, the full horror of Bleakbeak took hold in the hearts of Sir Carnos and his allies. Lindi let out a terrified shriek and even Smokesnort, for the first time, was at a loss for words. Savolt kicked and snorted at the sight, knowing that a battle was in the midst. 

Raising his sword, putting aside thoughts of Fates and Seers, Sir Carnos Goldmorrow raised his sword and let out a deep, bold battlecry, spurring his trusty steed forth, Savolt's thundering hooves kicking up great dry chunks of blasted earth as the Knight rode towards the nightmare beast called Bleakbeak. 

The Lord of all Vultures swooped down with its scrawny, bent neck, trying to snatch the Knight up in its massive jaws. Savolt deftly dodged the attack, leaving the Vulture to scoop up a great chunk of earth.

With startling speed, Jagza sent a volley of stone arrows at the creature, many of them finding a home in his sagging flesh. Bleakbeak staggered in the air for a moment, then reached down with his jagged beak and plucked out the arrows in a fit of agitated anger. The beast reared it's neck back and whipped forth with frightening velocity, its beak snapping at Jagza's horse, cleaving the thing into two bloody halves and sending the busty Ogre to the barren ground. Quickly rolling back and taking aim with another arrow, Jagza stuck the beast twice more before it let out a sonic screech that stunned the Ogre, forcing her to drop her weapon. Bleakbeak focused in on her, lurching forth and opening its jaws, revealing a sickly grey spotted tongue. 

A second from disaster, the thundering of hooves shook the ground and in came Sir Carnos and Savolt charging at the beast, a slash of his mighty longsword making another bald patch in the Vulture's mottled coat, finding its home in the flesh of the creature and leaving a great bloody gash that made the Vulture caw in fury, lashing its wings out and bucking the young Knight from Savolt's saddle. 

With lightning quickness, Bleakbeak snatched the young Knight in its claws and ascended heavenward, swooping his mighty wings, gripping the armored morsel tightly. His breath snatched from him, Sir Carnos struggled to keep grip on his weapon. The Vulture increased its grip on him, his body growing numb as the blood was squeezed to a screeching halt within him. 

Sir Carnos gasped and kept his deep blue eyes on his sword hand, willing it to not relinquish his only manner of defense. His air was thinning as the bird rose through the sky, trying to starve its prey of air before consuming it. Sir Carnos watched in terror as his own hand betrayed him and released his sword, the feeling now completely gone. The shimmering longsword tumbled as if in slow motion from the young Knight's grip, spiraling towards the ground and soon vanishing from view. 

Sir Carnos, bleary eyed and clinging to consciousness, stared up at the Vulture, who looked down and saw its meal now defenseless and near death. His beak creased in a sick mockery of a grin, and the Vulture loosened up its grip and lowered in altitude. Sir Carnos' world became clear as air filled his lungs, and he could see in the beast's eyes that Bleakbeak had already thought himself victorious. The Knight didn't tip his hand, regaining the feeling in his hands and feet, then slowly throughout his body. His strength returned, but he kept his expression blank and spent. Bleakbeak loosened his grip even further, and the Knight of Arcalund struck, lunging free from his taloned grip and gripping one of the bird's massive feathers in both hands. Summoning all his strength, Sir Carnos yanked the feather free, throwing it like a javelin, quill first at Bleakbeak's face, scoring a dead on shot to the beasts bloodshot yellow eye.

Immediately the Vulture flailed in the air high above Gomizon, screeching and trying to pluck the feather from its eye. Sir Carnos clutched onto more patches of feathers and climbed slowly up the beast's body, Clutching the end of the feather in both hands and marching the feather turned lance forth, using all his weight and power to drive the feather spike into the beast's brain. The sky rained blood and gore as Bleakbeak frantically bucked and dove, fighting the Knight and his bristled lance till it let out a choked, gurgled plea and then capsized in the air, barreling towards the ground. 

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Below, the amazed group tried to make out the struggle in the heavens, seeing the Vulture Bleakbeak struggle and then suddenly dive down towards them.

"He's coming back towards us! He's eaten Sir Carnos and is coming back to finish the job!" Lindi screamed, pointing towards the sky in terror. 

"Silence, girl." Jagza spat, squinting her eyes towards the heap of feathers rapidly falling from the sky. "That is not the figure of a diving bird, for I have seen many."

Smokesnort peered upwards, squinting his large bronze eyes, seeing something glint on the mangled, plummeting carcass of Bleakbeak. He pointed with a curved talon. "I see him!" In an instant, the Dragon pushed off into the sky, rapidly sailing towards the oncoming corpse. 




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Sure enough, Sir Carnos was clinging to Bleakbeak's feathers, riding the beast through the sky, hoping that the vulture would break the majority of his fall. A golden streak flashed through the sky, snatching Sir Carnos from the creature's back. Bewildered, the young Knight flailed wildly before realizing that he was being ushered towards the ground by his elegant blue cape, which was trapped neatly between the jaws of his old companion Smokesnort.

Bleakbeak slammed against the ground with a thud, blood and gore spraying every which way, the beasts wounds oozing and seeping into the starved ground. Its yellow eyes wide opened, a lance like feather jutting forth, stuck deep into the creature's oddly shaped head. Moments later, the Knight of Arcalund was dropped gingerly onto the ground by the Gold Dragon Whelp, who immediately began hacking and coughing.

"Blech! Your cloak tastes terrible. Do I have any shreds of it between my teeth?" Smokesnort smiled and revealed his rows of dagger sharp teeth to Jagza the Ogre."

Sir Carnos smiled at the Dragon Whelp and patted him on the shoulder, walking to his sterling longsword that had its point dug deep into the earth. Wrenching it free from the ground with a mighty yank, Sir Carnos Goldmorrow sheathed the exquisite blade and pulled himself atop the noble steed known as Savolt.

"There it is..." He said calmly, motioning towards the black tower in the very near distance. "Gomezzer's tower." He looked around at his assembled allies. "Jagza, you've done your duty. I can't ask you to continue. And Lindi, you'd fare better not going further."

Jagza the Ogre stepped forward first. "I will see your quest out through, Sir Carnos."

Lindi the Wizardess proudly stepped forward, licking her supple, juicy new lips. "Sir Carnos Goldmorrow, I would follow you anywhere."

The Knight smiled and began to gallop towards the ominous tower.

"Oh, so I don't get a choice, like I'm just supposed to tag along..." Smokesnort argued, picking ribbons of blue fabric from his teeth. "Hey, guys, wait up!" 



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A paranoid, altogether arrogant Gold Dragon Whelpling.

A bold, courageous and steadfast warhorse with hooves hard enough to crumble anything they struck to powder.

A keen-eyed and buxom Ogre Ranger who was vividly aimed with her elegant bow.

A keen-minded and not-so-buxom Wizardess, star-crossed and infatuated, her large brain filled to the brim with arcane knowledge and lore untold.

A lecherous Knight from a valorous lineage of heroes and guardians, struggling desperately to escape his destiny.

Smokesnort, Savolt, Jagza, Lindi and Sir Carnos Goldmorrow stood before the looming and despicable blasted onyx tower of Gomezzer's. Their journey had brought them here, to the cursed and wretched haven of the Arch Warlock of the seventy-three Hells, and it was every bit as imposing as any of them could have expected. The wicked warmth that radiated from the scorched looking thing felt as if imported from the deepest, most sweltering level of the Hells beneath. Brave readers out there wishing to sample just a taste of this unsettling warmth might wish to move to New Jersey during the sweltering, humid months of mid-summer and sit in a car with no air conditioning with the windows rolled up, then, once baked to a nice level of sweaty discomfort, drop a boiling ember of some kind on your groin and that will give just a bit of insight as to the sort of hellish haze the tower exuded. For us not-so-brave readers currently engulfed in this simple chronicler's writings, suffice it to say that it was really, really hot there.

Jagza the Ogre spoke in her seemingly unwaveringly stoic and dire voice. "I can feel the dread from inside. The Orb that we seek is near."

Lindi, even as robbed as she was of her spellcasting gusto, nodded in silent agreement, letting out a meek little gulp as he bottlecap glasses slowly raised to the top of the ominous structure before her. She was floored at the prospects of the entire arcane energies of every Arcane wizard in the world so near to her. She could tangibly feel the rippling, unfettered power of the stolen magic pulsing near.

Sir Carnos was not a fan of stoicism or grim silence much, so as always, he broke the ice with some kind of exciting idea. Scratching his mop of perfectly groomed sunbeam yellow hair, he squinted at the tower. Astute readers may notice that no matter how gory, messy, muddy, dirty, sodden, filthy, sweaty, or sticky the situation at hand might be, the Knight of Arcalund was always in pristine condition, his hair always immaculately groomed, his fingernails always admirably tidy, and his armor and clothing never mussed, wrinkled, or marred. Those who would love to possess such abilities of cleanliness should seriously invest in enrolling in some sort of Hero-ing academy and brush up on ones swordplay. For those of us not so martially inclined, we'll just have to settle for showering amd washing our clothes for the immediate time being. "Well, I doubt the doors are just gone open for us, here. " The Knight said pluckily, turning to his trusty mount Savolt, whose surliness was simply unsurpassed despite their long and treacherous journey. "Savolt, kick in the d-"

But alas, before command could be ushered and Savolt could commence some door-kickery, the ground trembled around the party of adventurers, and as suddenly as you could hiccup, four blasted, black skeletal hands jutted from the blasted earth and clutched Savolt, Smokesnort, Lindi, and the Ogre Jagza. The charred black bone of the large clutching hands matched the exterior of the tower perfectly, and each set of fingers enjoyed a wickedly curved, very sharp looking talon. Sir Carnos alone was left unmolested, and sprung to decisive action, arming himself with shield and sword in a half-breath, rearing back to unleash his mastery of the blade on the four hands that bound his friends so tightly. 

A second before springing into action, the large doors of the ashen tower creaked and whined, opening on their own accord. A familiar voice rang out from inside the tower. "Halt, Sir Carnos Goldmorrow!"

With lightning reflexes, Sir Carnos switched his stance, shield aimed at the open gates, sword cocked back, ready to swing confidently and viciously. His gorgeous blue eyes darted from his immobilized friends to the voice that called to him. From the spooky darkness of inside the tower sauntered Perversia the Succubus, looking ever-naughty, her tail lazily wafting from side to side, her supple curves all too familiar to our hero from their last meeting.

"What is the meaning of this, Succubus?" Sir Carnos barked.

Even crumpled up in a very uncomfy position inside the fist of a blackened, large skeletal hand, Smokesnort could not be stifled. "Oh, for crying out loud. Carnos, if you and her do what I think you're gonna do then I'm not going to be your friend anymore! Ouch!" The Dragon whined as the clutching skeletal fist tightened around him, severely wrinkling his golden wings.

The Knight of Arcalund ignored the Dragon Whelpling, his attentions on the pale white Succubus before him (Go figure). "Answer me!"

Perversia was not armed, her whip was coiled and slung lazily on her womanly hips, wrapped around her and tied like some stylish leather belt. "My Master assures you that these binds will not harm your friends if you merely come meet with him."

Sir Carnos laughed loudly. "Oh, I FULLY intend on 'meeting' with Gomezzer. Release my companions now!"

The Succubus shrugged her shoulders, putting her hands behind her back, taking strides towards him on those sinfully long legs. Her breasts obscenely bouncing with each step she took. "They are my Master's creation, and even if I wished to dispel them, I could not, Sir Carnos. I speak the truth to you. Meet with my Master and your friends will not be harmed.

"Oh?" Sir Carnos quirked a sharp eyebrow. "Then I guess I'll just have to slice right through those bony fingers and free them myself!"

Perversia's voice was no longer playful, and she squinted her glowing green eyes. "You are a fine swordsman, gallant Knight, but even with your speed and strength, how many of your friends could you save in the blink of an eye? I can assure you, that is all that would be necessary for these bindings to crush every bone in the bodies of your companions. At best, you could save...two? Three?" Now she smiled, displaying that sultry vixen's gaze. "Tell me, Sir Carnos, who of your friends here would you save first, and who would you let die?"

Sir Carnos gritted his teeth, knowing for certain he could save some of his friends from their bony, uncomfy prisons, but not all. His stance never faltered, his sword never-quivering. "And I'm supposed to trust the word of a Warlock?"

"It would seem that given the alternative, you have very little choice in the matter. Please, come with me, Knight." She turned sharply on a wicked heel and walked into the tower, leaving our Hero to appraise the plight of his friends. Each one so tightly gripped, Lini looking terrified and half-strangled already...even mighty Savolt was unable to rear those diamond-hard hooves and free himself. Jagza, for all her strength, could barely breathe in the tight constraints of the skeletal grip, her large blue tits mashed against some of the black bone. The sight was not altogether unappealing, but still a deadly predicament. His gaze moved to his Dragon companion, who for the first time since Sir Carnos had met the talkative creature, looked frightened out of his mind. 

He stood tall, sheathing his sword, calling out to his comrades. "I swear I'll rescue you." He made eye contact with each of his eccentric friends. "All of you." 

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The interior of Gomezzer's tower was almost disappointing to the young Knight. Sure, it was bleak, dimly lit, foul smelling, and had some chains dangling from the walls here or there, the ever-popular random skull strewn about, and even came complete with a spooky fog of vapor that wafted just above the floor, giving the place a mysterious type feel as well. Sure, it would scare the pants off of you or I, but Sir Carnos Goldmorrow was no savvy reader or bumbling chronicler! He pictured the final battle between he and Gomezzer to be an epic affair, full of snappy dialogue and witty comebacks, a fevered battle for all the magic of the world itself!

Instead, he was being escorted to the Warlock himself so they could chit-chat...surely his Father would be rolling in the grave if he was this!

Though dejected that his dramatic confrontation was not quite so dramatic as he wished it, he took solace in staring at Perversia's bare, supple ass, which jiggled with each step, that shiny black tail that jutted from her elegant tailbone hypnotizing him as she lead him through the spiral staircases and cramped, winding halls of her Master's tower. Before long she walked the young Knight straight to the top level, with large, domineering balconies that overlooked the entire hell-world that was Gomizon. Radiating like a beacon in the center of the place was the unmistakable Orb of Orgov, what had begun as a small ball of tingly energy was now an enormous, fizzing, crackling and majestic globe that swelled with all the focused, concentrated power of Arcane mages everywhere. Rarely did something besides a nice set of heaving jugs every take our Hero's breath away, but this certainly did. He stood there, eyes wide and in awe of what was before him. Perversia took to one knee beside the Knight of Arcalund, heralding the entrance of her dreaded master.

Sir Carnos was snapped from his reverie by the sounds of applause and laughter. He turned to see the spindly, completely gross figure of the hunched over Warlock known as Gomezzer walk from behind the gleaming orb, smiling as if he an the Knight were old friends. Finally, after all this time, Sir Carnos Goldmorrow: Knight of Arcalund was face to ugly face with Gomezzer, Arch Warlock of the seventy-three Hells. Of all the sounds he thought he would have heard upon meeting the fiend, applause would have been right at the bottom of the list.

"Bravo, brave Knight!" The croaky voice of Gomezzer hissed between amused laughs. "Indeed, you are every bit as stalwart and virile as your lengthy legend claims!" 

Sir Carnos stood tall, puffing out his chest, his sterling breastplate somehow shining brilliantly with the light from Orgov's accursed Orb. "Enough games, Warlock, hurl your most dire spell and let's be done with this!"

Gomezzer quirked a bushy grey eyebrow and let out a menacing little laugh. "Ah, you think me such a fool, Sir Carnos?" He held his long and spindly fingers out to his sides, as if signifying he was unarmed. "You think I have no knowledge of you? Surely you could not fool me twice! Your clever shield that always returns from you evaded my agent Perversia once, and to make certain it did not happen again, I've conducted lengthy research into your little tricks." Sir Carnos frowned as the Warlock commenced his gleeful and villainous tirade. "Your keen blade, which always leads you wherever you wish to travel...what else was there? Oh, yes, that fantastic breastplate of yours that repels any and all magical attacks!" The Warlock grinned wildly and clapped his green hands together. "I assure you, young Knight, I never make the same error twice. You'll meet no spell of mine on this day."

Sir Carnos was tired of all these games, and cracked his athletic and tan neck from side to side. "Suit yourself, but something tells me you'll do poorly in a fistfight, even with your little skank's help over here." He nodded down to Perversia. "I've already tussled with her before, and she just couldn't keep up." He smiled slyly at the memory, reaching down to pat the kneeling succubus on her head of silky, inky black bobbed hair. 

"Oh, attack me at your leisure, Sir Carnos. I am weak and infirm, and will surely buckle under but a single blow from your blade!" Gomezzer snapped his fingers loudly. "Ah, but can you kill me before I give the mental command to squish your loyal companions? ARE you that fast with a blade? Can you outfight a thought, Knight of Arcalund?"

Sir Carnos huffed in frustration, always hating to admit there was something that even he could not do. There was a long pause as he struggled to summon the words. "No, I can't."

Gomezzer's evil eyes lit up as he folded his hands in front of him. "Attack me anyway, young Knight! Slay me here and now, your friends pale in comparison to your mighty legend! They benefit far more from you than you do of them."

Now, our hero is a lot of things, dear reader. He's horrible with money, downright gal-crazy, as well as being more than a bit vainglorious. But one thing he certainly could not be accused of was being disloyal to his friends. Sir Carnos shook his head, speaking in a tone that did not at all sound like him. He was speaking with the voice of his father, and his father's father before him-The voice of strength and loyalty and bravery that was the hallmark of every Goldmorrow in the line. "Never, Gomezzer. Let them go. Now."

Gomezzer's calm façade quickly crumbled, and he scowled at the young Knight. "Impudent Whelp!" He spat out angrily. "You stand before the most powerful being in this world and you dare to make demands of me?!" The Warlock turned, motioning to the massive globe of force throbbing in the center of the room. "I have the Orb of Orgov! I have the powers of every arcane mage in Arcalund!"

Sir Carnos gave the foul tempered Warlock a mocking look. "So? What are you gonna do with it?"

"Brash, mindless fool!" Gomezzer yelled. "I, the most learned Black magician to ever walk this miserable land hold the entirety of the world's power in my grip, and you dare ask what I'm going to do with it?!" Gomezzer clutched his green hands into wrinkly, bony fists that shook before him, as if he were wringing out a towel. "I'm going to crush every drop of magic from the orb and drain the combined magical essence into myself! Then I will be a walking GOD, able to easily break the chains that bind me here!"

Sir Carnos' expression did not change. "My, absorbing the entire orb into yourself must take quite a bit of concentration."

"More than you could ever fathom, Mortal!" Gomezzer replied.

"Then tell me, Gomezzer...how exactly can you concentrate on draining the orb, as well as maintaining the spell outside that's binding all my friends? I mean, if you want to drain the orb, you're going to have to let my friends go. And if you let my friends go..." Sir Carnos smiled and patted the hilt of his wickedly curved sword. "Well...you know..."

Gomezzer took a quick step back, his red gaze darting from the swollen, pulsating orb back to the threatening Knight. "Perversia will fend you off! She is bound to my word and serves me utterly!"

"Sure, she'd keep me busy for a minute or two...is that really all the time it takes to absorb all the magical power in the WORLD?" He gave a sleek grin at the haggard looking Warlock. "I'd have you in six pieces before you could so much as take a chunk out of that thing."

The Warlock hissed at the Knight's logic, a bead of sweat trailing down his bald, green scalp.

"What's wrong? Having a hard time keeping up with all this spellcasting you've been doing? Must take a whole lot of willpower to keep the spell going on outside..."

"If I break the spell your friends will die!"

"True." Sir Carnos nodded. "And you will as well. That I swear to you. Is your life worth a mere four mortals, Arch Warlock of the seventy-three hells?" The Knight was calling the Warlock's bluff, unsheathing his deadly sword with a loud and lethal sound as the blade left scabbard, 

Gomezzer's cunning mind worked rapidly. He would not be outdone by a mere boy in tin! Putting up his hands in a defensive gesture, he warded off our Hero. "A compromise, then! Yes, we must compromise..." He licked his dry, cracked lips with his really nasty tongue. "I will give you my word that I will release your friends, if you give your oath as a Knight to let me live."

Sir Carnos laughed wildly. "The word of a Warlock is worth less than nothing. A Knight's oath is infallible. Nice try."

Gomezzer rushed to a nearby desk, scribbling madly, sweat now freely rolling down his scalp and dripping of his pointy nose. Summoning Bleakbeak, the binding spell outside...his magical energies weakening by the moment..."Here! I write to you a sworn pledge. It is binding to a Warlock." He jabbed the quill into his scrawny arm and signed it in his putrid glowing red blood. "A blood Pact from a Warlock is unable to be broken!" He handed the parchment to Sir Carnos, who read it quickly. Indeed, signed in Warlock blood, was a pledge to free Sir Carnos' friends from harm for as long as Sir Carnos let Gomezzer live. 

The Knight of Arcalund looked down at Perversia, and then back to Gomezzer. "Throw her in as well and you've got a deal. I want one last romp with Perversia here."

Gomezzer shook in weakness as he struggled to maintain his magics. "I can not hold the spell much longer!" 

"Then write quickly." Sir Carnos said sternly, refusing to give his oath unless his terms were met.

"Bah!" Gomezzer snatched up the pen and wrote in the clause sloppily. "There! You have one hour to do as you wish with Perversia! Now swear your Oath!"

Sir Carnos took a deep breath, raising a sturdy gauntlet, walking over towards one of the balconies overlooking the gloomy landscape of Gomizon. He could see below that the large skeletal hands were holding his companions still, and even though they were severely uncomfy, none were too direly wounded. "I, Sir Carnos Goldmorrow of the Goldmorrow line, give my Knight's oath that I will let Gomezzer, Arch Warlock of the seventy-three hells live for as long as he keeps my friends Savolt, Smokesnort, Jagza and Lindi safe." 

As the last word left his lips, Gomezzer collapsed on the floor, trembling weakly near the Orb of Orgov. Perversia the Succubus lunged forth to assist her fallen Master, kneeling at his side. "Master!" She went to help him up, but Gomezzer used what little strength he had to fend her away.

"Foolish girl! Go with him! I cannot break my blood pact, lest I forever be banned from the realm which the pledge was made!"

"But you are not well!"

"Perversia!" Gomezzer angrily shouted, perking the attention of Sir Carnos. "My words are my power over you! You WILL do as I command!"

Unable to resist a direct order from her Master, the bound Demon stood and walked towards Sir Carnos, bowing her head. "For the hour I am yours."

Clutching the busty white Succubus by her tender arm, Sir Carnos yanked her towards the balcony, bending her over it and shuffling out his throbbing, stiff ten inch prick, which he dutifully slapped against her jiggly, perfect, downright fat ass. "Miss me?" Sir Carnos said cheekily.

"More than you know." Her sleek black tail swished out of the way, granting him access to her plush, gorgeous ass. Perversia wiggled it enticingly before the young Knight, two loaves of flesh bobbing up and down as she moved so hypnotically. "Take me, Sir Carnos."

The Knight clutched a fistful of silky black hair and yanked Perversia's head back. She let out a delicious little moan of pleasure at the sudden jolt of pain, her plump black lips stretching into a smile. While a really dramatic, tense battle of wits for the lives of his friends was all very strenuous for our hero, and he certainly did want to relieve himself in Pervsia's enviously tight asshole, this little clause in their contract had a purpose beyond simple carnal pleasure. "You really care about the old coot, don't you?"




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"I must." Perversia said breathily. "He has summoned me to do his bidding in this realm."

Sir Carnos rewarded her earnestness and pursed his lips, gripping one of her plump ass cheeks with a gauntleted fist and spreading it, spitting on her lush bottom, soaking his point of entry. She moaned in response, nuzzling back against him. He gave her ass a firm iron slap, which elicited a yelp of utter glee from the sultry little devil. "I'll tag that ass when I'm ready. I'm running the show here, remember?" Tugging on her hair, the Succubus nodded, tears streaming down her face at the truly yummy pain. "Bound to his word, hmmm?"

"Yes, I cannot question a command that he gives me."

"And he summons you how often?"

"What does it matter!? Penetrate me!" Perversia pleaded, feeling the warmth of ten inches so close to her puckered asshole.

"Answer me!" The Knight of Arcalund looked back to Gomezzer, who was struggling to stand to his feet, leaning against one of the black pillars of his monolith fortress. Sir Carnos gave the back of her head a firm, open slap that seemed to quell the Succubus' rebellious streak. 

"He must..." She panted for breath like a bitch in heat. "He must summon me anew with his vile Black Magics every evening to maintain sway over me."

Sir Carnos smiled, bucking his hips and drilling her ass brutally with his lance-like cock. Perversia gave out a needy cry, weeping with joy as the Knight of Arcalund began to savagely ass-rape her, his free hand reaching under her to clutch one of her bobbing, massive tits, clutching it so tightly, pumping it each time he speared her delectable rear, grunting loudly with each pleasurable drag he took inside her. "Black magic, hmmm?" Sir Carnos grinned. "Does he fuck you like I do? Huh, does he?"

Perversia's voice was a gasping, awed little whisper. She had dreamed of their first meeting in the tent. It seemed like ages since any lover had done the things to her that Sir Carnos could. She shook her head frantically, weeping a steady stream of tears, half of them of joy, half of pain. "NO! He...he never...MmmpH!...Touches...me!"

Sir Carnos stared down at her gorgeous, fat ass, bobbing and slapping against his crotch as he made such fine use of her slick asshole. He released her tit and the grip on her hair, instead clutching both of her arms in a vice like grip, holding them back, steadying her in place as his hips conquered her plush little body. "Shame, poor little thing like you. All you want to do is be used like the worthless slut that you are, and here is some grungy old maniac who can have you do ANYTHING against your will, and he doesn't even wish to thank you with a good old fashioned ass-fuck." This was not lovemaking, dear reader. This was mating at its finest, the young Knight plowing the Succubus' ass with broad, stern strokes that sent her entire body quaking, her mountainous tits hanging over the ledge of the balcony, flopping and clapping noisily together as he pumped back on her arms. His wrecking ball like sack was beating, pounding against her clit each time he buried himself in her sleek hole and she loved every second of the pain, of the abuse. She could barely speak, words mixed with helpless gasps and frantic pleas. "I am bound...to his word..."

"Of course you are, dear...of course you are..." Sir Carnos threw his head back, he gripped her arms so tightly that he could have sworn a lesser girl's might have broken. A sudden rush of tension flooded his body, and then in one sudden, unbelievable release of tension, he let out a groan so loud that it seemed to come from a titan rather than a man. Perversia's beautiful, mysterious emerald green eyes bolted open widely and she met him decibel for decibel, her tiny asshole being ravaged by the biggest, most voluminous cumshot that she had ever, ever experienced.

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"Ugh...my head...what happened?" Smokesnort, Steve, or whatever alias he was going by today said, clutching his head with a weak claw. 

"You must have passed out, those infernal hands squeezing the life from you." Jazga said, helping usher the Gold Dragon Whelp to his clawed feet. 

"Carnos?" Smokesnort said, looking around in a daze.

Savolt the warhorse shook his powerful head from side to side, signaling that the Knight was not near. The doors to the massive tower had closed long ago, separating the foursome from their gallant and Knightly friend. Lindi weakly found her footing, her delicate frame was bruised and gently squeezed, but not too badly injured. She let out a loud yell. "Carnos!" 

Her voice echoed through the barren Gomizon wind. 

She looked to her companions and shrugged. "Do you think he's..."

A loud, bellowing moan filled the air, the sound of a man and woman engaging in the absolute most perverse and enjoyable naughtiness imaginable. Smokesnort looked up towards the top of the tower, his keen vision making out two figures in the midst of some earth shattering coitus. The Gold Dragon Whelp sighed and dusted off his shoulder. "No, Lindi. He's doing just fine."

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Cum.

Warm, tingly cum leaked in thick streams down Perversia the Succubus' supple, milky white thighs as ten inches of stiff cock slithered free of her tight, well-used ass. She collapsed to the floor of the balcony, shivering and sweating, a used lump of tits and ass. Her silky batwings fluttered and twitched as she panted for breath after such a thorough fucking. Her tail, lazy and sated, thumped against the blasted stone floor as she looked up at Sir Carnos with wide, adoring eyes. He reached to slip his prick away, but the Succubus reached out and placed her warm hand on his. "Please...let me taste it?"

Never one to refuse such an offer as a girl willingly going ass to mouth, Sir Carnos palmed Perversia's head and lulled her hungy lips towards his throbbing member. She parted those succulent black lips and moaned throatily as Sir Carnos began to bob her head languidly on his massive tool, stiffening almost immediately in her mouth as he let out a soft, pleasant little sigh. "Mmmmm, you've earned it, sweetheart. Taste that ass." He turned to see Gomezzer, who had seemed to regained his strength in the meanwhile. The Warlock was staring at the Orb of Orgov, gathering all his strength. He was smiling giddily, the thoughts of the magical powers rushing into him filling the Warlock with joy.

Clearing his throat loudly, gathering the Warlock's attentions, Sir Carnos spoke out, steadily bobbing Perversia's head up and down his shaft, her sleek, sweat soaked bob stuck to her sex face, her slick titties bobbing back and forth as she purred and cooed as she sucked his cock. "Going to start your ritual soon, hmmm?"

Gomezzer gave a disgusted snort at the Knight who would rather chase carnal pleasure than true power. "Soon I will be strong enough, yes..." 

"Don't you want to wait till Perversia here is finished? Don't you want to revel in your victory with her and all that? I mean, she helped you thus far, no? Want her to stop sucking me off and bask in your moment of triumph?"

The Warlock threw his spindly hands. "Bah! What do I care for her, she is but a pawn in my plan! A replaceable, weak minded trollop! She has done nothing but fail me! When I am all powerful, I will tear her wings off and flay her alive, and she will praise me the entire time for it-"

"Because she's bound to your word...right, right." Sir Carnos repeated. Perversia's heavy lidded eyes opened and she darted a lethal glance at the Warlock Gomezzer for his harsh words. Carnos patted her on the head as she slobbered and yacked all over his ass-flavored cock. "Don't worry, baby, I still think you're...mmmm...swell..." He began to more vigorously pump the Succubus' phlegmy mouth, thick white ropes of it sloppily oozing from her slack lips. She mewled in pleasure at the affectionate, but condescending gesture. "Oh, and Gomezzer? One last thing..."

The Warlock closed his eyes and let out a sigh at the talkative Knight. "What is it!?"

"Well, I was just wondering..." He gave a sudden shiver and clutched Perversia's head roughly, forcing her to swallow his cock down to the hilt. She immediately vomited on his intrusive prick, warm, sultry waves of clear, frothy goo splattering on the Knight's lap. "Oh, just one minute, Gomey..." Sir Carnos closed his eyes and came in Perversia's mouth, the Succubus's eyes widened and rolled back into her head, her throat working to swallow all that salty jizz, much of it pouring out of her mouth in sticky waves. Snot poured out of her nose, bubbling and mixing with all the other goo as Sir Carnos finally pulled his dick out of her mouth. Perversia collapsed again to the floor, semen leaking from the corners of her mouth, her eyelids fluttering dreamily. Sir Carnos unsheathed his sloppy cock and returned to his conversation with the agitated Arch Warlock. "Sorry bout that. As I was saying...I was just wondering..." His voice was far from playful now, and he took bold, broad steps towards Gomezzer. 

"Well? What!?" The Warlock snapped. 

"I was just wondering how a practitioner of Black Magic like yourself is going to benefit from ingesting all the ARCANE magic in the world? I mean, you'd have all that power, but no idea how to use it. You'd still be the same old Warlock, now wouldn't you?"

"Gomezzer's mind raced and he balled his slender fingers into quaking, bony fists. "I...I would learn how to use Arcane magic from the girl you travel with! She is an Arcane Wizard!"

"Well, she WAS an Arcane Wizard, that is." Sir Carnos shrugged his broad shoulders. "I mean, I don't know how much you can learn from a Wizard with no magical power whatsoever..." Sir Carnos smiled slyly. "Face it, Gomey, you ingest that orb, and you'd have two big magical nuts and no way to spunk your load."

Gomezzer turned a deeper shade of green as he realized the Knight's words were true. "So, it seems we need to renegotiate a little here..." The Knight reached out to clutch the Warlock by the throat sternly. Gomezzer gasped and hissed, shielding his face with his sickly green hands. 

"You'll break your Knight's oath if you slay me!" Gomezzer hissed.

"Oh, I'm not going to slay you. See, your power over Perversia is in your Word, remember? So if I, well, I dunno, break your jaw, then you won't be doing much casting at all, will you? And come time to renew your magical hold on her, you won't be able to bind her, and she'll have free will to get revenge on all the mean things you said about her just now, you see where I am going here?"

Gomezzer looked to Perversia. "Protect me, Perversia! Kill him while my word still holds power!" 

Perversia the Succubus could not disobey, and she reached lazily for her lethal whip, trying to stand, but only stumbling back to her knees. She crawled weakly towards Sir Carnos, all the threat taken from her. "Aw, I don't think that's going to do much good, Gomey. See, I wore Perversia out, and her belly is full of heavy cum, so I'm afraid she won't be too terribly good in a fight right now. Ready to lose some teeth?" Sir Carnos reared back a gauntleted fist. "Or do you wish to...compromise?"

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"I know!" Smokesnort the Gold Dragon said enthusiastically. "Savolt can kick open the tower doors!"

"You fool!" Jagza intruded. "That horse would crumple to entire tower and Sir Carnos in it!"

Lindi, always the mathematically inclined one, chimed in on the topic. "She's right, Steve. Why don't you fly up and go in through a window or something?"

The Gold Dragon whelp shook his pointed snout. "My wings are too badly bruised from being hugged and groped on by those skeleton hands! I couldn't even hover if I wan-"

"LOOK!" Lindi's shrill voice cut through the Dragon's complaining as an intense wave of light pulsed out from the top of the black tower before them. It was a brilliant display that would put any 4th of july spectacle to shame. Brilliant, crackling energy flew wildly from the tower, spreading out in all directions, wave after wave of this luminous force streaking through the bleak sky. A small sliver of this energy quickly arched down and shot straight into Lindi, who seemed to absorb the blast rather than become vaporized by it. She winced and shielded herself, squinting her eyes tight as the others watched in slack jawed astonishment. "My...my magic...it...it's back!" Lindi excitedly yelped, putting her slender hands to the sides of her head. "All my spells, everything! I remember them again!" She assertively, gestured towards the door, flush and renewed with her temporarily absent powers. "Stand back, I'll open this door!"

Seconds before she was going to cast her spell to fling open the bleak doors of Gomezzer's tower, they did the job for her. The two large doors flung open, and Sir Carnos Goldmorrow strode confidently through the gates, dusting off his hands as if he'd just finished a light session of sparring rather than fending off the ever-vile Warlock known as Gomezzer. "Who's hungry?"

Carnos' party gawked at his sudden triumphant exit. Lindi was first to congratulate him, bouncing up and down in place, running out to leap against him, lacing her scrawny arms round his neck and kissing his face passionately. "Sir Carnos! You did it! I have my magic back! The world has its Arcane magic back!"

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, Lindi!" Her weight was negligible to the athletic Knight, but he was ever adept at feigning injury to improve the legitimacy and drama of his legend. "Just gone done with one HELLISH battle in there! Gomezzer was one tough cookie, but something tells me that he'll never ever bother anyone again. 

Sir Carnos mounted his bold and powerful steed Savolt and made up one heckuva story about his exploits in the blasted tower. He fended off legions of skeletons, hordes of demons, invading extra terrestrials, and even a frenzied badger before he got to Gomezzer, who stood 10 feet tall and had legs the size of treetrunks. After besting the wily Warlock in an arm wrestling contest, the brave Knight of Arcalund clutched the orb of Orgov in his bare hands and tore it apart, single handedly freeing the arcane energy himself in a dazzling display of strength. He was also underwater while he did this, chained to the bottom of a sharktank. The resulting explosion killed every shark in the tank but left the Knight remarkably unscathed. Gomezzer, humbled and defeated for the first time in ages, shriveled up into a puny old bitter Warlock who was forever bound to his tower, unable to ever trouble the good people of Arcalund with his infernal mischief. The party listened with much enthusiasm and good cheer, all except Smokesnort, who could clearly see through the mounting piles of Dragoncrap that the young Knight was laying on so artery-cloggingly thick.

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That nite was peaceful for all but Lindi the Wizardess, who sat up in her tent all nite, practicing for her latest spell. She went over the intricate motions again and again with her hand, mouthing the words to her spell. Confident that she had memorized it properly, her hands went into action in conjunction with her soft words, and in one flourish of a gesture, the spell was completed. She peeled off her bulky, ale-mug thick glazes and to her amazement could see perfectly clear! She immediately gathered up a mirror and investigated the effects of her spell. Gone were her two beady, tiny little drab brown eyes and in their place were to almond shape, thickly lashed and vivid green ones, already laced handsomely with a permanent coating of light blue eyeshadow. She hopped up and down excitedly, finally retiring for the evening, one step closer to becoming a fitting conquest for our hero. Surely after her final ritual, she would be able to properly thank the Knight of Arcalund for all he'd done for the wizarding community, as well as for her. She drifted to sleep dreaming of all the times he daringly saved her from danger, tussling with man eating plants and clockwork machines and great giant shrieking vultures! Surely such bravery deserved to be commended...

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The Gold Dragon called Smokesnort feigned sleep, going so far as to usher forth a ridiculous false snoring noise to convince the others he was really asleep. What was Lindi doing in that tent for so long!? He kept one eye open and waited for her to finally get to sleep before the Dragon Whelpling scrambled over to his companion Sir Carnos and shook him roughly by the shoulder. The young Knight woke up with a dreamy smile, undoubtedly thinking of his intense second go-round with Perversia the Succubus. "Hmmm? Smokesnort? What do you want? I told you-Lindi is not going to dissect you..."

"Spill it, stud!" The Dragon Whelpling poked the slumbering knight's side with a sharp talon. "You can fool everyone but me with your ten foot Warlocks, shark tanks and extra terrestrials-What really happened in there?"

Sir Carnos Goldmorrow sat up and made certain that the others were asleep before confiding in his old scaly friend. "It was simple. The Orb of Orgov collected arcane magic. Gomezzer is a Black Magician. You can't control two different types of magic. He was trying to become a god by ingesting all the arcane energy in the world, but a fat lot of good that would have done him, because he has no idea how to cast an arcane spell, only a black magic spell, you follow me?"

"No offense, old pal..." The Dragon tried to break this easy, tapping a talon to his chin. "But...well, you're a moron, how did you figure all this out?"

"Well, I fucked the information out of Perversia, his succubus. She told me Gomezzer had power over her because of a spell he cast. His word was law to her. So after giving her the screw of a lifetime, she was too weak to defend her Master. She wasn't too keen on him to begin with, but HAD to serve him due to his word of power over her, right?"

"You 'fucked it our of her'?" Smokesnort rolled his eyes. "Disgusting, but yea, I'm with you."

"So anyways, I get Gomezzer to gloat about his plans and get all high and mighty, right? He totally trashes Perversia right in front of her face, calling her a lackey and all that. THEN I drop the bomb about the flaw in his plan."

"Okay..."

"So then I grab him, threaten to knock all his teeth out."

"Classy."

Now it was Sir Carnos' turn to roll his eyes. "We made a deal that I couldn't kill him and he couldn't kill you all. THINK, Smokesnort! How could he keep Perversia, who he just humiliated and belittled right to her face under control with his WORDS if he had all his teeth knocked out?"

"Ooooooh, I get it."

"Right! So we made another deal. He kept his teeth in exchange for reversing the effects of the orb, which was useless to a a magic user like him to begin with anyway, and he promised to never, EVER pestering anyone outside of his tower again. And BINGO-Mission accomplished."

Smokesnort the Dragon hated to admit it, but he was impressed. "Nicely played." He patted the young Knight on the shoulder.

"Thanks, pal!" Sir Carnos couldn't remember the last time his friend had complimented him, and gave a really silly looking smile at the unexpected kindness. "Now get some sleep! When we get back into town every Mage in Arcalund is gonna be all about thanking us!" Sir Carnos' bright, exuberant smile slowly dimmed. "I guess. I guess this is going to be a pretty big score, till I screw up and blow all the reward money and them I'm back in a cave fighting Bone Goblins and junk..." He gave a weak smile.

Smokesnort gave his friend a playful wink. "If you want to know the absolute truth..." He leaned in closer. "I always thought Bone Goblins tasted particularly delicious."




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Sir Carnos Goldmorrow gave a genuine laugh and rolled over to sleep, pondering his reward from the magical community deep into the realm of dream.



The Knight of Arcalund Book 08





Trilane rejoiced at the return of the young Knight of Arcalund! As Sir Carnos, Smokesnort, Lindi, Jagza and Savolt made their way in a victorious trot back to Hazmon the Archmage to report their success against the evil ruler of Gomizon. Everyone was there to greet the triumphant party of adventurers, showering cheers and praise and applause as they rode back finally into their home.

It seemed like forever since Sir Carnos had seen the beautiful lands of Trilane and her gorgeous Daughters! His adventure had taken him through the savage holdings of the Ogres as well as the super duper evil lands of Gomizon, and neither place was all too pretty, so returning to the breezy, lush green hills and valleys of his homeland was a great relief for the young Knight, and judging by the blushing maidens tossing flowers at him, he guessed that they were fairly glad to see him return.

Besides the occasional odd looks given towards the Ogre Ranger Jagza, the party was swamped with adoration, so much so that the journey took some time, as everyone they passed wished to hear of the bold and noble exploits of the young Knight. Lindi the Wizardess would go on and on about the adventure and the bravery and skill at arms that the ultra dreamy Sir Carnos displayed. She made his daring battles seem ten times more epic, colored as her opinion of him was by the insatiable crush she had on the fetching Sir Carnos.

"She's really hamming it up, isn't she?" Smokesnort said between his many rows of sharp teeth to his friend.

Sir Carnos smiled as he watched the young Wizardess, who was for some reason far prettier now than he ever remembered her being prior. "Yea, Lindi's a pretty swell girl."

"For a Wizard, I suppose she's not terribly horrid." The prejudiced Dragon Whelp agreed. "You've been getting her name right an awful lot lately. I think you might be falling for her, you know."

Sir Carnos Goldmorrow laughed and patted his trust steed Savolt, who was galloping confidently as ever, head held high, those powerful hooves shaking the ground with each step. "Oh, come now, you should know me better than that."

"Oh, I forgot." Smokesnort held two clawed hands out in front of his scaly chest. "She's a swell gal, but you like your gals swollen, not swell." The Dragon made reference to the Knight's insatiable appetite for round, soft, downright jiggly breasts. 

"Look, I can see the Magic Academy! We're almost there!" Sir Carnos pointed in the distance, turning to his scaly cohort with a smile. "The first round of ale at the Lucky Lich is on me once we get our reward!"

Smokesnort rolled his large slitted golden eyes. The Knight was already spending their reward before it was even given. Some things certainly never change.

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Hazmon the Archmage had gathered all the students of the magical academy of Trilane together in the great hall, where Sir Carnos was standing before a large series of steps where the Archmage stood, looking ever regal and dignified, his majestic robes and countless artifacts gleamed and pulsed with raw arcane power. Raw arcane power that was once again freely flowing due to the heroic exploits of the young Knight. Looking around the assembly, Sir Carnos was awed at the turn out. All around him were silent, robed wizards. He saw his friend Lindi, who was so short and scrawny that she had to hop up and down to see what was going on. She waved enthusiastically to Sir Carnos from the crowd, and he smiled to her in response.

'He smiled! He noticed me!' She thought. Her magical experiments and efforts to improve her appearance to be more ideal for him were surely working! And now that she had full use of her magical capability, it would be a matter of weeks before her efforts would bear fruit!

"Sir Carnos Goldmorrow, son of Jaysek." Hazmon said in a most ceremonial of voices. 

Sir Carnos took some steps forth and took to one knee, ever remembering his Knightly manners. His face was an unreadable mask of expression, but inwardly, he was giddy with excitement. He imagined the bags and bags of gold that Hazmon would reap upon him for his great and successful questings. Surely, somewhere nearby, were crates and crates of treasures for his spending pleasure! 

Hazmon continued. "You have returned Arcane magic to this world, Sir Carnos. Every Wizard who picks up a spellbook is in your eternal debt. You have saved countless lives, and your bravery and deeds will never be forgotten."

Smokesnort leaned over to Jagza the Ogre and whispered. "Here come the big bucks!"

"For restoring the gift of magic to us all, it is my pleasure to present you with your reward."

Sir Carnos couldn't help but partially grin at the words. When he raised his gaze from the ground, he was certain he would see a Dragon's hoard of treasure gleaming back at him. More gold than he'd ever need. More wealth than even he could possibly spend in a lifetime. He slowly raised those deep, soulful blue eyes and saw that Hazmon the Archmage was holding a small black box in his palm.

And nothing else.

Blinking a few times, looking behind the Archmage expectantly, then making just about the most confused face you could probably imagine, he reached a gauntlet out slowly and took the presented box, scratching his head and examining it. He wondered what kind of fortune could be housed in such a meager shell, and then realized that it was probably some magic trinket, something to help him on further adventures, until the time inevitably came where he would die out in the field in the jaws of some great ghastly monster like every heroic male in his family. He sighed and opened the box depressingly, finding a gorgeous silver ring resting in the center of the padded box. 

Great, he brings magic back into the world and they give him a nice shiny ring for his trouble. He examined the ring, ready to discard it as another silly adventuring Trinket when he noticed the ornate design that adorned the front of the ring. A large, flowery letter "G" was carved immaculately in the silver, leaving a deep impression in the front of the ring.

"A noble seal." Sir Carnos said breathily to no one in particular. He looked up at Hazmon, confusion in his features.

The Archmage smiled. "A signet ring. Your signet ring." He spoke as if explaining something to a small child, so befuddled was the Knight. "You have no idea how many Nobles practice magic and were lining up to repay your service, Sir Carnos-" Hazmon paused, covering his mouth with his hand as if he had erred. "Forgive me-Lord Carnos."

Smokesnort's gold jaw just about hit the floor as he saw the keen silver Signet ring.

"L...Lord Carnos?" The son of Jaysek said.

Hazmon nodded, making a wide flourish of a gesture with his hand. "Indeed. All hail Lord Carnos Goldmorrow!" The assemblage of Mages in attendance began a deafening round of applause. 

Still unable to believe that for once, a hair-brained scheme of his pal Sir Carnos' had paid off, Smokesnort the gold dragon Whelpling gave out an overjoyed cry. He flapped his wings excitedly around Lindi the Wizardess. "Lord Carnos! Did you hear that!?" He pointed a talon-tipped finger to the flabbergasted Knight-er...Noble. "That's my friend Lord Carnos! MMmmmmmmmWAH!" He clutched Lindi by her bony shoulders and planted a big, lipless kiss right on her mouth in all the excitement.

Sir Carnos slipped off his Gauntlet for what seemed to be the first time in ages. He flexed his hand and slowly slipped the silver band round his ring finger, staring at it in disbelief. Hazmon the Archmage put his hand on the young Noble's shoulder and spoke after the applause had wound down. "Your estate awaits you, Lord Carnos. You will find it in the hills, the crest of your family flying high in the lands to the east of here. There you will meet your chamberlain."

"My what?" 

"A head servant of your house. Someone to assist you in all matters of governing your holdings." The Archmage replied.

"Oh! Oh, yea...that!" Smiling brightly, Lord Carnos was mobbed by impressed, exuberant Mages of all types, thanking him and congratulating him for all his hard work and his now blooded name. He made his way out of the Mage Academy after no little fanfare, hurriedly gathering his companions, mounting his lightning quick steed and making a charging gallop towards his newly acquired Estate.

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The crest of the Goldmorrow was an eloquent thing, comprised of a grand shield inlaid with a flowery "G", surrounded by sprigs of laurel. That crest was duplicated onto flowing banners that flew high in the cloudless Trilane sky, and Lord Carnos slowly trotted his horse through the gorgeous lands that were now his. 

Ripe gardens, lush and tended to acres of land, a sprawling, flawlessly designed Mansion, and an entire stable all his own. Truly astonished, the youngest Goldmorrow and his friends took a slow appraisal of his new home.

"This is excellent Farmland." The practical Jagza remarked.

"The view is breathtaking from here in the hills!" The ever-romantic Lindi said.

"This place must have cost a fortune!" Smokesnort commented.

"Would you look at the tits on that Elf!?" Lord Carnos exclaimed loudly, causing everyone else to turn their heads and see just what he was gawking at now.

And dearest reader, nothing could be more gawk-worthy! Walking towards them was a stunningly beautiful Elven maiden, tall and leggy, with pale skin and snow white hair that was expertly parted in the center, flowing down the sides of her beautiful face, sheered at sharp angle to follow her chinline. Her eyes were pure white, as were all her kind, and from the sides of her head sprouted delicate looking pointed ears. She was dressed in a fine and tight button up jacket that hugged her outrageous curves and bountiful bust. She wore tight riding pants tucked into fine leather boots, and wore a flowing red sash round her neck. She gave a low and gracious bow. 

"Lord Carnos, I am Brivany, Chamberlain of your fine and noble house." Her voice was like music, her face was like an angel, and her body was everything that Lindi's was not. 

Needless to say, Lindi hated Brivany's guts already. She turned sharply on a heel and started to march away from them. Smokesnort cried out after her. "Hey, where are you going? Don't you want to see the inside of the place?"

Lindi did not reply, her fists trembling, marching back to the academy. She had no time to waste. The Wizard would not rest until her great transformation was complete!

Lord Carnos dismounted Savolt and walked towards the lovely young Elf. "Hello there!" He eyed her up and down, walking a slow circle around her, liking very much what he saw. "So you're my Chamber lay, hmmm?"

"Chamberlain, Milord." Brivany corrected.

"Didn't I say that?" Lord Carnos replied. Smokesnort rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you're like...my servant?"

"I am, Milord. As Chamberlain, I am to transition you into the life of a Noble. I will advise you on all things and see to the smooth running of your house."

"Oh, I get it! You're like...like my instructor. You're gonna teach me all about being a Noble type."

Brivany nodded. "There is much we must do, Milord. Please follow me." 

"Anywhere, sweetness." Lord Carnos said, walking Savolt into the massive stables, where he had all the yummy hay he could possibly gobble down. 

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The inside of the Estate was as beautiful as the outside, with countless rooms and every luxury you could possibly imagine. Smokesnort, ever materialistic, was busy appraising everything in the place, from the marble floors to the brass doorknobs. Jagza, not much for snazzy estates and brass doorknobs was enjoying the lush acreage around the Mansion. That left Lord Carnos and Brivany alone in his Master bedroom.

Lord Carnos plopped onto the cushy bed and folded his legs. "Well, let's get started. What's first? Etiquette? Heraldry? Wine tasting?"

"First we have to get you out of those clothes."

"I like how you operate!" He began to enthusiastically remove his armor. As he took pieces of it off, she would collect them and place each piece neatly in a large chest at the end of the bed. Once he was bereft of all his armor, she bound the chest shut with a clunky lock. Brivany took his shield and armor and arranged them neatly on a mantelpiece above the fireplace of the room. Lord Carnos, dressed only in his underwear, was certainly not expecting any of that. "Hey! What are you doing?"

Brivany turned quickly to him and lowered her head as if she had done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Milord, but a Nobleman does not wear armor or carry swords and shields. He wears only the finest clothing and things suitable to his station."

"But I'm a Knight! A Knight without armor is like an Elf without ears!"

Brivany spoke very softly, her eyes never leaving the floor. "With all due respect, Lord Carnos, you are no longer a Knight. You are a Noble."

Lord Carnos looked down at the gleaming silver signet ring on his finger, then back to the clunky chest that held all his adventuring goodies, then up to the finely arranged mantle that housed his shield and sword. He chewed on his lower lip, then looked around the massive master bedroom, then finally nodded. "You're right, Brivany. I'm a noble now, let's get me all gussied up!" 

"I've drawn a bath, Milord. I will set out your clothing and tend to you shortly."

If Sir Carnos loved one thing above all, it was being 'tended to' by pretty girls with big tits. He happily disrobed and made his way to the impressive bathroom, where a steaming hot bath were already drawn for him. Sinking his weary frame into the relaxing water, he started to bathe, whistling happily as Brivany floated into the room, setting his clothes out and then kneeling beside the tub, her head lowered as he washed.

Looking over at her, Lord Carnos quirked an eyebrow. "So...like, you're just going to kneel there?"

"If it displeases you, Milord, I will leave the room." 

"No, no! Not at all, it just seems kinda...uncomfy is all. Kneeling on the floor like that." He motioned to a nearby stool. "Sit down."

"As you wish, Milord." She gathered the stool and set it beside the tub quietly.

Lord Carnos enjoyed his bath thoroughly, and was not at all bashful about bathing in front of Brivany. He was fascinated by her exotic features, snowy white hair, mystical eyes, and those adorable pointed ears. He had so rarely come in contact with the lofty Elves. "Elves are from the North, right? Where it's all cold and stuff?"

Brivany nodded. "Yes, Milord. The Elves are creatures of snow and wind. Our cities are high in the mountains, touching the skies above. Rarely do we journey to the lower parts of the world."

Lord Carnos tilted his head. "Oh yea? Why not?"

"Many years ago the Elves devised a system of governance. We were the first Nobles. We saw potential in Humans, so some Elves journeyed to the lower world and taught the early humans how to lead. And thus the first Human nobles came to be. Whenever a new Human Noble is crowned, it is the duty of an Elf to teach them how to rule justly, so that all the customs and traditions can be properly observed."

"Well that's mighty nice of you."

"Thank you, Milord. It is a noble task that I take with great seriousness and pride."

She spoke the Human tongue flawlessly, but could not suppress the distinct Elven accent to her words. It was devastatingly cute to listen to and Lord Carnos couldn't help but smile as she spoke. "So, you serve me, hmmmm? You do what I say?"

"Yes, Milord. I am your Chamberlain till you dismiss me." She looked up and met his gaze. "I serve you fully."

Leaning back in the tub, Sir Carnos smiled.

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Buried in her books, consumed in her work, Lindi wildly wrote and scribbled. She furiously researched her texts and tomes, translating ancient manuscripts and calling upon all her arcane knowledge. She gazed down at the completed spell on the parchment in front of her, triple checking it in her mind, re-reading it over and over again wordlessly. She wet her now thick, pouty pink lips and began to gesture meticulously with her hands as she spoke in clear, precise words.

"Dwarf to mountain, Human to city! Goodbye flat chest, Hello big titties!" A flash of bright light accompanied her gestures and words, and she stared down at her scrawny torso expectantly, her large glasses on the tip of her straight now. Her eyes widened as she slowly felt weight on her chest. Soon her robe swelled, the fabric grew tight as a set of bountiful breasts formed, straining beneath her extra small robe. "Yes! It worked!" She hopped up and down, her intense new rack jiggling fervently, swishing from side to side. She heard a stitch pop on her robe and her back suddenly began to ache as her breasts swelled even more. And more...

"Oh no!" She exclaimed wildly, watching in horror as her robe shredded itself and her breasts continued to grow even larger, now to such a degree that she looked to have two barrels with nipples at the end protruding from her frame. "It's not stopping!" She flipped through her spellbook, slapping herself in the forehead, forgetting that this spell had two distinct parts. In her enthusiasm it must had slipped her mind. Quickly she muttered. "Dragons breathe fire with one great big puff. Boobies, stop growing-That's big enough!" Her enhanced bust was so large that Sir Carnos would probably mistake her for a three headed troll and attack her when next they met. He liked breasts large and full, but this was just a bit much. Lindi sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose. "Back to the drawing board."

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Pale, wet, perfect Elf titties slapped against Lord Carnos' face as Brivany rode him like a stallion. It had been far too long since he had engaged in a good old bathtub fuck, and it was time to shoot his first royal load. Brivany the Elf was nude, save for that sexy red scarf she wore round her cloud white throat. Lord Carnos had the end wrapped round his fist and he'd choke her with it on occasion, making the busty elf gasp and moan out in pleasure, the delicious lack of oxygen just enough to enhance the feel of his massive cock stabbing into her silky pussy. She was an enthusiastic lay, as Elven men were more slight and delicate than humans, and this was by far the most talented cock she'd ever ridden. Her hands were on his broad shoulders, her back arched, her ass hammering down, feeding her pussy his cock with rabid, frenzied downward pumps of her body. Her expansive breasts were jiggling right in the young Noble's face, and he hungrily sealed a pale salmon colored nipple in his mouth and began to greedily suck on her breast. 

Brivany clenched her teeth, cumming on her Lord's cock so many times, the Elven pussy such a sensitive thing. Her creamy legs were parted round him and it was surely easier to fuck in this spacious tub than the cramped little thing he was used to at the Lucky Lich tavern. Lord Carnos yanked on the scarf, tightening it round her neck and getting a sharp gasp from her as she struggled for breath. Her nails dug into his muscled flesh and he smiled at her. "You know you like it, you dirty Elf slut." Pursing his lips, he spit right in her face, the sudden humiliation eliciting a sudden gasp from her as his spit ran down her face. Any trace of her being offended vanished when she gave the slightest hint of a nod and sucked the spit into her mouth when it rolled over her lip, swallowing it.

Lord Carnos' free hand clutched her womanly ass, pounding her body down on his stiff, throbbing cock. He groaned and moaned hotly, so close to orgasm, the long journey and his recent quest having been so stressful. He took his pent up aggression out on the young Elf's twat, letting out a wild scream as his prick exploded inside her, spurting sticky, hot human goo right into her snatch. Brivany's eyes bolted wide open at the sensation, and she shivered uncontrollably, her slick, wet body seizing up as she accepted his load, grinding her womanly hips down on him to claim every single drop, collapsing onto her Lord as he released her red scarf, granting her full use of her windpipe again. She gasped and groaned out, cooing and purring, shivering against the brawny human.




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Lord Carnos laced his muscular arms round the trembling Chamberlain. He stroked her soaking wet white hair, sexily mussed and covering half the Elf's face. "See? I'm a natural at this Nobility business!"

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After recovering from her first sexual experience with a Human (You know what they say-Once you go Human...) Brivany collected herself, slipped into her sexy little outfit and was helping Sir Carnos dress himself. The array of vests and shirts and gloves and buckles and belts and straps and clasps and this or that made slipping into and out of armor seem like a changing a sweater compared to the extensive wardrobe Lord Carnos now had to sport.

He shifted uncomfortably in his Noble's outfit. He looked beyond dashing, beyond handsome. His natural nigh-agonizing good looks were accentuated by the fine clothes he wore. Brivany gave a nod of approval and Lord Carnos examined himself in an opulent full length mirror. Sure, he looked astonishing enough, but the entire get-up was uncomfortable and strange to him. He wriggled his nose. "It's itchy."

"It's beautiful, Milord." Brivany said dreamily.

"Well, what do you think?" Smokesnort's voice intruded on the conversation, and the Gold Dragon Whelp was standing at the door of the fitting room, each and every one of his scales gleaming a brilliant and sterling gold. "Not bad, hmmm?"

Lord Carnos raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you?"

"I should ask the same." He pushed Lord Carnos away from the mirror and appraised himself. "I haven't had my scales polished in ages. Look at that, you can SEE yourself in them!" 

Lord Carnos looked to Brivany the Chamberlain and shrugged. "Uh...looks great, pal. Hey, I'm pretty hungry. Wanna head down to the Lucky Lich for something to eat?"

"Oh, Milord," Brivany laughed lightly. "I am afraid that you cannot dine at the Lucky Lich."

"Wha? What do you mean? It's my favorite place! They love me there!"

"I'm sure they do, Milord, but that is not a suitable establishment for Nobles. It is merely a common tavern." 

Lord Carnos looked to his shiny companion for some back up. "She's an Elf, pal, she knows what she's talking about." The Dragon Whelp said. "Besides, did you know we have a vineyard? In the cellar there is a BUNCH of wine! Forget about the Lucky Lich, that place is a dump. Come on, let's go get wasted!" Smokesnort waved his friend over and walked to the door.

The young Goldmorrow sighed and looked down at his expensive shoes. "I don't like wine. I like ale...I like the Lucky Lich..." He gave Brivany a pleading look but she stood her ground, shaking her head from side to side, her long ears wiggling in the process. "Okay...no Lucky Lich. I'll be down in a second, buddy."

"Milord, we should take this time to brush up on your local history. A Noble must be educated. There is no time for you to get...wasted with your friend." 

Lord Carnos let out a defeated sigh and scratched at his clothes in irritation. "You go ahead, Smokesnort, maybe some other time...

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Lord Carnos had always been a man of action, and sitting around itching and learning about history and Noble stuff was certainly not his idea of fun evening. But alas, dearest Reader, he was a Noble now, and he had to make certain sacrifices due to his new, lofty position. He did as best as he could, listening to Brivany teach and lecture, and tried to not stare at her tits TOO much. His first grueling lesson took about two hours, and afterwards he decided to clear his head with a nice walk to the stables, where Savolt was pacing around, sporting brand new reigns and fine, sterling new horse shoes. 

Lord Carnos smiled and patted his noble steed, who had been immaculately groomed by the house staff servants. The Warhorse gave the young Noble a strange look, unaccustomed to seeing him without his armor.

"Oh yea? Well you look different, too." Lord Carnos smiled and patted his mount. "This is what we wanted, boy, we're big shot Nobles now." He scratched behind Savolt's ear. "Guess what they do with Noble horses, buddy? Brivany said that you're going to be a STUD! That's right. No more battles, no more adventures. That's in the past. Now you just sit here, eat all this yummy food, and pork any fine noble filly that they put in front of you!"

Savolt did not seem so enthusiastic about the process, and swished his tail in irritation, letting out a snort. "Jeesh, I thought you'd be happy about it, at least."

"He is restless." Jagza's voice rang out in the cool nite air and the Ogre walked into view. As a Ranger, she was intimately attuned to the emotions of all wild beasts. 

"Oh, is he now?"

Jagza nodded, walking to Savolt and patting his strong neck. "He is a warhorse. He is trained for battle. More importantly than that, he is spirited and courageous. He was made for adventure, not for studding and growing fat on fine food." The blue Ogre smiled. "He is like you."

"Well, adventuring isn't all that it's cracked up to be, you know. Every male in my family dies out there in battle, eaten by giant snakes or deep-fried by Dragons." He scratched some more at his new clothes. "That's not me."

Jagza laughed, something she rarely did. She walked to Lord Carnos and took his hand, looking to the sterling ring that gleamed there. "And this? Pretty rings and itchy clothes? This is you?" 

The young Noble looked down at his signet ring, then down at his fine, expensive clothes. "I...I don't know."

Jagza leaned forward and gave the youngest Goldmorrow a soft kiss on the lips. "Goodnite." And she turned and exited the stables, leaving Savolt and Lord Carnos Goldmorrow there.



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"We should get a Jester." Smokesnort was certainly enjoying the noble life, sitting in a comfy seat, flipping through a sales catalogue of Noble type things. "Oh, a moat! We should definitely get one of these. They are so fashionable these days." He nodded assuredly, circling the moat, which was on sale for a really great value considering today's rapidly escalating moat taxes.

Si-I mean, Lord Carnos and his friend were sitting in the study, filled with books large, comfortable furniture. The blond Noble was staring out the window longingly, looking down over the Kingdom of Trilane, where he had spent so much of his time. Smokesnort looked over to the daydreaming Goldmorrow and snapped his clawed fingers loudly. "Hey!"

Lord Carnos snapped out of his reverie and looked over to the Whelpling. "Oh...moat...yea. Get...get two of those just in case." His attention was then sucked back to the window. He craved a belly full of Lucky Lich ale, he wanted to see who the newest serving girl of the place was. He wanted to regale the common folk of Trilane with word of his exploits. But that was another time. "Hey, you remember that Mud Giant we fought that one time?"

"Oh yes. Filthy creature, that." Smokesnort flipped through his catalogue, his polished scales reflecting the ample sunlight so much that it made looking directly at the Gold Dragon Whelpling straining on the eyes. 

"Yea. It was a pretty great battle. I'd stab at it and my blade would just stick into the mud! You breathed fire at it, turned it to singed, hard clay, and then I smashed it to powder with my shield." Lord Carnos went over the encounter in his head with a vivid smile, recalling every feint, every movement of his sword in the battle.

"And, of course, by the time word reached the village about it, there were 50 Mud Giants who were each wielding flamethrowers and you killed each one with two broken arms and a sprained ankle."

"Yea..." Lord Carnos basked in memories of their previous exploits and Smokesnort basked in the goodies laid out before him in the most recent Noble catalogue. Both were interrupted by Brivany, who excitedly walked into the study. 

"Milord, you have a guest!" She was ever pretty, dressed in her immaculate serving girl outfit, the red scarf she always wore wafting in the breeze, even when there was none. She knew that the past week of adjusting to the Noble life was taxing on the adventurous Knight-turned-Noble, and the Elf Chamberlain could see that he was becoming depressed at not being able to do all the things that he once enjoyed so very much. A visitor was just the thing he needed to cheer him up. 

Lord Carnos raised his head and stood. "Wow, a visitor? For me?"

Smokesnort laughed. "You're a big shot now! Everyone will want to meet you. Get used to it, pal!" 

Walking down the winding stairway with Brivany at his side, Lord Carnos itched and fussed with his clothing, which seemed to constantly irritate his skin. You may find it funny, dear reader, that our Hero could withstand blows from the most fiendish monster, but is bested by a set of fine Noblemen clothing! Indeed, the irony abounds.

Lord Carnos, who seemed to be so much like Savolt as of late-an adventuring spirit confined to the exact opposite sort of existence, smiled brightly at seeing a familiar face from his adventuring days. "Lady Trigabelle!" He exclaimed happily, finding the buxom, truly pretty young Gnome and her servant waiting in the entryway of his lavish estate. Her sparkly eyes were large and vibrant as he recalled them last, her creamy jugs just as plump, crammed together and jutting forth thanks to the help of a miraculous corset. Her chestnut brown hair was wavy and expertly styled, drifting just above one eye, sheered at the delicious chin length that the females of our stories so preferred. Every finger on her dainty hands were decorated in lavish, gaudy rings, as Gnomes had a penchant for trinkets, and she smelled like delicious, sexy candy.

Her servant was holding a small stool, and he placed it before the Gnome Noble, who hiked up her flowing gown and stood on the stool, making her just level with Lord Carnos, who she leaned over to kiss on both cheeks, blushing furiously at seeing the handsome young man outside of his armor.

"Lord Carnos." Her flowery voice rang as she stood down from her stool, which her servant immediately collected. "Congratulations on your appointment to Nobility. I cannot think of a more deserving candidate."

Our Hero smiled brightly. "Thank you, Lady Trigabelle. It's so nice to see you!"

Brivany leaned forth and whispered to her Lord. "I'll have the servants prepare a feast immediately for your guest, Milord."

And but minutes later, a grand table was set with all sorts of fine foods and drink. Brivany oversaw the entire meal, making sure everything was perfect, and that Lord Carnos' table manners were beyond reproach. Lady Trigabelle was a seasoned Noble and an excellent dinner guest, and kept their conversation flowing politely. "It must be a rather drastic change from the life of a Knight to that of a Noble."

"Well, it is difficult." Lord Carnos was not quite sure how to go about eating the Lobster that was staring up at him. He wondered if it was even dead. If he had his gauntlets, he would simply smash the thing for the tender meat inside, but his armor was locked up in a clunky chest in his bedroom. "A lot of...new things." He turned his attention to his guest, who was smiling at him, sipping her wine, staring at the fine young Nobleman. She set her wine glass down and began tracing the rim of it with her finger slowly. 

"Well." She said slowly. "All changes are difficult, Lord Carnos. I'm sure that things will come naturally once you have a bit more of the...Noble experience." She was a bit randy with drink, and if her legs were long enough to reach, she would have loved to slip off her shoe and examined his crotch with her foot for a while to stimulate their conversation. "I have a gift for you, Lord Carnos." She said, extending her hand towards her servant, who immediately filled it with an elegant scroll. She handed it over to the young Noble.

"Oh, a gift? Thank you, Lady Trigabelle!" He accepted the scroll and unfurled it.

"You see, Lord Carnos, I keep a very detailed Diary, ever since I was a little girl. Everything of interest, and some things of no interest that happen to me I keep recorded." She shrugged her soft, silky shoulders. "It's always been a little hobby of mine. I had a royal scribe copy my entry concerning our first meeting, when you so courageously retrieved all my royal jewels." She wiggled her fingers, displaying the array of rings that decorated each and every finger, each one more extravagant than the last. "I thought it would be a fine gift for you to remember me by." 

Lord Carnos smiled, honestly flattered as he read her journal entry regarding him. It was written in a most flowery manner, and she made the youngest Goldmorrow sound every bit as dashing and honorable as he really was. "Lady Trigabelle, this is a most gracious gift! I will cherish it always."

"I hope that you do, Lord Carnos. Being a noble is a fine thing, but we must never forget who we are and where we came from."

Lord Carnos smiled at her wise words. "I agree with you completely, Lady Trigabelle."

Though, there are a few things that perhaps I could teach you about Nobility." Her eyes flashed an impish type gaze towards the well dressed, smashingly handsome young Noble. The wine she sipped did not help make Lady Trigabelle very subtle. 

"Oh?"

She nodded. "The silver ring of a Noble imparts many responsibilities, Lord Carnos, but it is not without its benefits." She hopped off her seat and walked behind the elegant chair that Lord Carnos sat. Her servant plopped down the stool and she hopped atop it, reaching for his broad, muscular shoulders, beginning to massage them, whispering towards the young Noble's ear. Brivany quirked an eyebrow at the scene unfolding before her but kept silent, standing at attention should her Lord need anything.

The massage felt immaculate, and Lord Carnos leaned back into it, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. "Benefits? Besides the wealth? Tell me about them."

"Oh yes! Much grander benefits than meager wealth." The 4 foot tall sex pot whispered warmly. "You now have power, Lord Carnos. True power. You can compel, no! You can COMMAND those beneath you to do as you please. You are not only noble, but a Noble MAN, virile and strong. You are the pinnacle of authority in these lands, second only to the King!"

Lord Carnos smiled. "I like the sound of that..."

"Exert your influence, Lord Carnos. Do not hesitate to set your lesser straight! Whatever you want is just a decree away." She placed a soft, warm kiss on his cheek, her tongue tracing along his jawline. "I know you wanted me when we first met, Lord Carnos. Here I am, and here you are, with true authority. True power, as long as you are willing to use it..."

The young Noble turned his head, looking into the Gnome's large, expressive eyes. "Send your servant away. He can fetch you come morning."

Lady Trigabelle smiled and barked the order to her Servant, who immediately left the three of them alone in the dining hall. "See? See how easy that was? What else would you like, LORD Carnos?"

He was ragingly hard with all her hot, warm whispers, and Lord Carnos stood from his seat, turning to face the wily Gnome. "I think I'll have you this evening, Lady Trigabelle." His gaze shifted to Brivany the Elf Chamberlain. "I think I'll have the both of you."

Lady Trigablle, the slightly tipsy Gnome noble lowered her head and gave a sexy courtesy. "As you wish, Lord Carnos."

Brivany, however, was not so excited. She ran up to her Lord in a rush, eyes to the ground, her words urgent. "Milord, this is not prudent. Lady Trigabelle is-"

Lord Carnos' voice boomed with authority, so much that Brivany jumped at the sound of it. "Lady Trigabelle is mine for the evening. As are you." He quirked an eyebrow at the busty, leggy Elf. "Do you have a problem with that, Chamberlain?"

Brivany stood bolt straight, eyes averted. "No, Milord. No."

Lord Carnos, fiery blooded and hornier than a room full of Rhinos playing poker clutched fistfuls of both the Elf and the Gnomes hair, dragging them to his expansive Master bedroom. He kicked the large doors in and tossed the women onto the bed, locking the large immaculate doors behind him. He turned and stormed towards the soft, delicate girls before him, clutching each of them by the throat, speaking through gritted teeth. "Undress." He applied just enough pressure to show his impatience, and the ladies did as told, Brivany slithering out of her servant's outfit, leaving the scarf as he liked, and Lady Trigabelle untying her corset and wiggling free of her clothing, letting those lush, expansive Gnomish titties plop and jiggle free. 

Gasping at the sight of four round, perfectly natural Double D tits in front of him, Lord Carnos laced a strong arm round each buxom gal, pulling them close to him, burying his face in their busts, making a Lord Carnos sandwich, with a set of titties on each side of his handsome face. He sucked and kiss to the delight of the girls, who cooed and moaned at his expert handling of them. He left both racks coated in saliva and suck-marks, pulling away with nostrils filled with the sweet scent of swollen, ample breasts.

Drunk with power, or tits, or both, he pointed to Lady Trigabelle. "Lay on your back on the floor, you filthy Gnomish pig." His words were shockingly forceful, filled with an utter dominance that rather suited him.

Unable to refute such a claim, Lady Trigabelle laid her curvy nude body back-flat on the carpeted floor. Lord Carnos clutched Brivany by the arm and yanked her towards him. "You, straddle her." And the Elf had no choice but to do so, her pale white legs parting around the Gnome. Their pussies, both expertly waxed, touched for but a moment, sending tingles through both their bodies. Lord Carnos, fed up with his itchy clothes, made short work of them, tearing himself free, unveiling to both of them that massive, legendary prick. The underside looked every bit as good as the top, and Lady Trigabelle gave an awed gasp at the sight of him.

Lord Carnos clutched Brivany's head, feeding her his prick without any sort of warning. The Elf let out a surprised yelp and slapped her palms flat on his thighs, bracing herself as the Blond Noble palmed her silky bobbed head and began to fervently pump her head up and down on his cock, his hips stabbing forth repeatedly, lancing her fertile gag reflex, which rewarded him by spurting forth a mess of sloppy goo. Lord Carnos gasped and gritted his teeth. "Open your mouth, you Gnome whore." He commanded.

Lady Trigabelle obeyed, parting her plump, cushy lips, moaning as she watched Brivany get the face fucking of her Elven life. Her eyes streamed tears that dripped down on Trigabelle's hot body, that ten inch rod plunging spit and phlegm from her mouth. Soon a thick white rope of it was dangling like a whip from her chin, slowly stretching down towards the sex pot Gnome. It didn't take long before waves of saliva were warmly washing down over Trigabelle's face, dripping into her open mouth. She moaned and swallowed, tasting the hint of precum mixed in with all that saliva. 

Brivany's hair swished back and forth as he roughly pummeled her mouth again and again, giving it brutal strokes, his balls swaying and stamping her chin every single time. The sloppy offerings of her throat splattered down on the gracious Lady Trigabelle, who moaned each time she was gifted with a wad of spit.

Lord Carnos pulled out of the Elf's mouth with a disgusting and sodden pop, lowering to his knees and slapping his spit filled cock against Lady Trigabelle's pretty face. He rested his balls on her plump mouth, feeling her warm breath on his sack. "Suck." He decreed, moaning as he felt the Gnome part her lips and suck in his swollen sack, her tongue expertly massaging his balls as they investigated her mouth.

After a thorough ball-sucking, Lord Carnos stood and clutched his Elven Chamberlain, bending her over the bed and squatting behind her, spearing her tight Elven asshole with his throbbing member, his spit-shined cock easily slithering into her stubborn bottom. Brivany screamed and pounded her fists against the bed, weeping openly at the pure size of him. Lord Carnos gripped the sexy red scarf she wore and tugged it like reigns, choking her with each rough forward lunge he took. "Take that cock, you Elven slut!" 

Lady Trigabelle stood behind Lord Carnos, of equal height to him now that he was squatting to use his Chamberlain's lush, bouncy ass. She laced an arm round him, lowering her hand to cup and massage his balls, her free hand running along his rippling abs, enjoying the musculature of his fine body. Lord Carnos turned his head to her, giving her an open mouthed kiss filled with tongue and saliva, pulling away to spit in Trigabelle's face. She moaned at the gesture, lapping up his drool with a pink, pretty tongue.

He gave Brivany's ass a hard, stern slap that made the Elf cry out in pleasure, pulling out of her ass slowly, clutching Trigabelle by her wavy, silky hair and bending her forth, sealing her plump lips round his shaft. Lord Carnos moaned out dreamily as he began to speedfuck the Gnome's small throat. "Taste commoner ass, you dirty whore. You know you like it." He reached down with both hands to cup her hanging, bobbing tits, squeezing and pumping relentlessly at them. He normally had to hold a slut's head to make her suck him properly, but Lady Trigabelle was an expert cocksucker, and was furiously bobbing her head up and down on his meat, puking and gurking and slobbering all over his intrusive shaft, face fucking herself on his mighty lance while her warm, cushy breasts were molested. 

"Fuck!" The youngest Goldmorrow exclaimed, gushing out a load, filling the Gnome's cheeks with salty, snotty cum. It dribbled from her mouth, squirted down her throat, the strong tasting brew so very potent, easily the volume of numerous normal sized cumshots. The Gnome's eyes rolled back into her head and she slapped Lord Carnos's thighs when her mouth was full to bursting. "Hold it in your mouth!" He commanded, pulling out from between her pink, succulent, wet trap and propping her up on the bed, holding in his load with all his will, only half a nut flushed. He penetrated Trigabelle and stuck himself deep in her, as deep as her small cunt would allow. Then, with a groan of relief, he poured the second half of his orgasm into her, eliciting a wild mewl from the Gnome, who dutifully did not open her mouth, her cheeks filled with phlegmy semen. She wept at the beautiful sensation of his load squirting inside her, immediately tightening and cumming on his cock. He pulled out and gasped for breath, relief washing over him like a rejuvenating wind. He pointed to Brivany. "Spit my load in her mouth."

Ever obedient, Brivany kneeled on the floor, tilting her head up, parting her lips for the gift of semen. Trigabelle leaned over the Elf and slowly parted her lips, staring at Lord Carnos the entire time as she slowly let thick, goopy white cum dribble down into the Elf's mouth while Lord Carnos watched the messy transaction. "Now Brivany, spit half the load in Trigabelle's mouth, then both of you can swallow it."

Giving that devilish smile, Trigabelle clutched Brivany and took her in a fiery kiss, sealing lips to her, moaning as Brivany spit half the load into her mouth. The Gnome pulled away and they both turned to Lord Carnos, opening their mouths wide, showing pearly white oceans. Both girls closed their lips, taking more than a few swallows to gobble down their half-loads, then opening their mouths to show that they were empty.

Lord Carnos slithered into his soft, immaculate bed. "Now, both of you, come massage me while I sleep." And they did so, their hands caressing and soothing over the Lord's body until he went into just about the most fitful slumber you or I could imagine. ____________________________________________

Weeks passed, and soon Lord Carnos grew a bit more accustomed to things. He would take Savolt for long rides through the country, and even though it paled in comparison to riding through the midst of battle and trampling Goblins, the steed was happy to go out and stretch his legs with his old friend Carnos once more.

Lady Trigabelle became a constant visitor in the estate, and Brivany, Lord Carnos and her would have plenty a nite of sloppy, sweaty coitus. Despite having to constantly shush his Chamberlain about the ramifications of his actions, Lord Carnos was getting rather fond of his new life, but still pined inwardly for some good old action.

Smokesnort, by contrast, had never been happier. The endless coffers allowed the Dragon Whelp to order all sorts of spiffy stuff from his numerous catalogues, and soon the Estate benefited from not one, but three sparkly moats! He surely preferred this to the old days of adventuring in filthy dungeons and living quest to quest.

Lord Carnos was feeling rather chipper after yet another session with Lady Trigabelle and Brivany the nite prior, and whistled as he walked to answer the rather enthusiastic knocking at the door. Brivany was a bit sore from exploits to get the door before the energetic young Lord Carnos.

"Yyyyellow?" He said, opening the door to find a short Gnomish gentleman clad in noble attire. He had slicked back deep black hair and a finely pointed mustache. He had with him a servant that held a step stool similar to Lady Trigabelle's.




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"Lord Carnos Goldmorrow?" The Gnome said in a regal voice.

"That's me!"

The servant set down the stepstool as if on cue and the Gnomish gent stood on it, slipping off one of the fine leather gloves on his small hand. "I am Lord Gastmont, husband to Lady Trigabelle. You have dishonored my Noble name as well as my wife." He icily slapped Lord Carnos on either side of his face with the stylish glove. "I challenge you to a duel!"

"Huh?"

Lord Gastmont did not mince words. "At dawn, tomorrow! To the death!" And he and his servant were off, leaving Lord Carnos standing there confused.

Brivany ran down the stairs, a look of horror on her face. "Milord!"

At this time Smokesnort was just getting done with his steam bath, and walked into the room, towel wrapped round his midsection. "Hmmm? What'd I miss?"

"A duel?" Lord Carnos Goldmorrow blinked. "What for?"

Brivany gave the young Noble a frustrated, defeated look. "Milord, that was what I tried so many times to tell you during your indiscretions with the Gnome. Lady Trigabelle is married!"

"Wha? How come nobody tried to warn me!" The youngest Goldmorrow said blankly.

Smokesnort snapped his fingers and pointed at Lord Carnos. "Ha! See? Didn't I tell you? Remember when we were camped out in the bushes of the bandit forest and you were gonna save her and marry her? Remember? I said 'What if she's already married?' and you were all like 'blah blah BLAH'. Besides, she only has about a THOUSAND rings, surely one of them had to be a wedding ring. I told you so!"

"Shut up!" Lord Carnos said, rubbing the stinging sides of his face. "Okay, so she's married. How did her husband find out about us?"

Brivany thought long and hard, the came to her realization. "Lady Trigabelle keeps a detailed Diary, remember? She probably wrote about the affairs and he found the diary and read all about it!"

Lord Carnos' face turned to worry. "Oh, just what I needed..." He sighed and deflated into a chair. "A duel to the death with a disgruntled Gnome Husband."

Smokesnort walked over to his friend and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Oh, don't be glum, buddy! Some Gnome wants to duel you to the death? Does he really want to tussle with you? You're the best swordsman in Trilane! You're gonna trash him!"

Lord Carnos perked up a bit. "Hey, you're right." He stood up proudly. "That little twerp is in for a rough morning tomorrow! I'm going to go practice."

Brivany stood up, her voice ringing with alarm. "But Milord!"

All flush with excitement at one last battle, Lord Carnos waved her off. "Now's not the time, Brivany. I may not know a lot about being a Noble, but if he wants to duel, I can certainly accommodate him!"

"But Milord, it's-" She exclaimed, being immediately interrupted by her Lord.

"Brivany, ENOUGH!" He waved his hand to her angrily and she quieted, gazing to the floor as he stormed up the stairs. "Not another word about this from you!" ______________________________________________

The reassuring feel of heavy steel in his hands was deeply missed by our Hero, as he practiced deft feints and deadly ripostes with his expertly crafted longsword. He'd never met his equal when it came to swordplay, and he relished the chance to bask in combat once more. He practiced for hours in the courtyard, his movements so brisk and refined, remembered through countless battles. His shirt was off, and his muscles rippled in the sunlight, the young Noble now fully in his element, feeling at home wielding the gleaming blade once more. _______________________________________________

"I'm so stupid!" Lindi exclaimed, pouring over her corrected notes. It took her weeks to finally shrink her jugs back to normal and heal the strain done to her lower back as a result of having to heave those suckers around. "Even with big tits, I'd still be a skinny twig. I need to plump up my entire body! I need curves everywhere, just like all the women he likes!" Even though she did not need them, she still sported her large, thick seeing glasses. She was so used to their weight on her slight nose that even though her previous ritual gave her sparkling, sexy almond shaped eyes, she still proceeded to wear her glasses, wanting to hide her transformation from the love of her life, the now Noble Lord Carnos Goldmorrow. Surely when she fully revealed the changes she had made, he would bed her immediately!

Once again she glanced over her arranged notes, finding her calculations perfect. She took a deep breath and began her incantation. _________________________________________________

The dueling grounds were located in the moist hills of Trilane. The deep green grass was coated in dewy drops, and a thick, eerie fog wafted low to the ground like some ghostly serpent. Lord Gastmont was already there, looking proud and regal, awaiting the arrival of our Noble Hero. Lady Trigabelle was weeping in the background, sobbing into her handkerchief uncontrollably. You see, Dear Reader, it was not her intention to get Lord Carnos into trouble like this, so do try and sympathize with the pretty little Gnome at least a little bit. It's not her fault that she had a snooping, diary reading husband!

Lord Carnos arrived with the support of his friends in tow. Smokesnort was holding his friend's trusty sword, and Jagza and Savolt tagged along to lend their support to the young Noble. It was strange, that in this bleak setting, with a soundtrack of Lady Trigabelle weeping in the background, that Lord Carnos would be in amazingly high spirits. He cracked his knuckles excitedly, dressed in his finest Noble's attire. He didn't even mind the itch, he was so excited to be in battle once again.

He stepped forth, proudly standing across from Lord Gastmont and his wickedly sharp mustache. "You still sure you really want to do this, little fella?" Lord Carnos taunted, not really wanting to slice the guy up, but looking forward to it nonetheless. I mean, Lord Gastmont was just doing what was right and defending the honor of his wife, so we can't really blame him either, I suppose.

The Gnomish noble stood to his full four feet in height and made a dramatic gesture with his gloved hand. "My honor and that of my family and wife must be unstained! To the death!"

Lord Carnos gave a sigh and smile. "Suit yourself." He reached out his hand and Smokesnort handed him his gleaming blade. Our Hero twirled the blade expertly from side to side, pointing it out towards his opponent. 

The Gnomish Lord quirked an eyebrow and let out a haughty little laugh. "What on Arcalund are you doing with that...thing?"

Lord Carnos looked down at his practiced blade, then to the Gnome. "Wha? What do you mean?" 

Brivany the Elf Chamberlain gave out a great, heavy sigh. "Milord, I tried to tell you. To a Noble, Swordplay is a commoner's art, brutal and savage. Nobles duel with pistols."

Lord Carnos looked to his blade, then back to Brivany, who was on the brink of tears. "Pistols? Why didn't anyone tell me?!" He exclaimed, while Smokesnort the Dragon Whelpling slapped himself on the forehead at the shortsightedness of his blond friend.

For all his martial know-how, for all his dashing courage, Lord Carnos had never once fired a pistol, preferring to get up close and personal with his enemies. Lady Trigabelle gave out a wailing cry as her family servant took an ornate box and walked it over to Lord Gastmont, who plucked an elegant smoke powder pistol from the set. The servant walked to Lord Carnos, offering him the other weapon. Our Hero smiled unsure and peeled the weapon from the case, examining it for a long moment. It seemed easy enough. He looked over to his friends and shrugged. "Doesn't look so hard. Just point and click, right?"

Jagza, who had never so much as seen a firearm before, shrugged her athletic shoulders. Smokesnort nodded enthusiastically and Brivany sighed again. 

Gulping loudly, Lord Carnos walked up to meet the Gnomish Lord in the center of the foggy hill. The servant positioned both men back to back and then cleared his throat, exclaiming loudly. "Ten paces, then turn and fire. To the death!"

In his mind, Lord Carnos Goldmorrow heard the mystic voice of Neshay the Gypsy repeat itself. "The fates have spoken, Sir Carnos. Death will find you sooner than you believe."

Another wailing cry from the sobbing Lady Trigabelle as the servant began to loudly count, the duelists each taking a long stride on each consecutive number... ______________________________________________________

Lindi the Wizardess had done it. Standing in front of a mirror, she gasped at the sight of her. Her weeks of study and work had paid off in spades, and she was now rife with curves, her baggy robes now filled to the brim with an hourglass shape that put all of Lord Carnos' conquests to shame. She was full and womanly, made of supple, adorable tits and a jiggly ass that swayed from side to side when she walked. Her sunken cheekbones filled to plump cuteness, and she appeared as a completely different girl. She slid off her bulky glasses and set them on the table, looking at herself in the mirror again.

"I'm...I'm perfect!" She smiled brightly, feeling naked without the heavy weight of her glasses on her nose. She gave a thoughtful sigh. "Hmmm, but I'm not really me...I want him to know it's me..." She thought for a moment, beginning to gesture towards her large, clunky eyewear. "From drab to fab in just a few passes, change your shape to some sexy eye glasses!" She passed her hand over her glasses and they immediately morphed their shape, turning into a sleek, sexy looking set of black rimmed cat-eye glasses. She slipped them onto her nose, looking at herself in the mirror. She was complete. She was ready for him. "I'm coming, my love." She said breathily, motioning and casting a dazzling spell that turned her into an owl complete with Cat-Eye glasses. She flew quickly towards the Goldmorrow estate, and not finding him there, inquired as to his location from the servants, who said he ventured to...

The dueling hills! _______________________________________________

"10!"

The duelists spun quickly and raised their weapons. A thunderous explosion echoed for miles and the air filled with ashen grey smoke as a Pistol discharged. 

Both men still stood, pistols outstretched.

Lord Carnos Goldmorrow was a master swordsman, dearest reader. He was a legendary Knight and an even better lay, but I'm afraid he was a below average pistoleer. His hand trembled a bit before dropping the musket to the ground in a clatter. He hadn't even managed to squeeze off a shot.

Staggering back dizzily, Lord Carnos felt his shirt grow heavy. He looked down to see the majestic top he wore was soaking through with his blood, a thin ribbon of smoke unfurling from the small wound dead center in his chest. He looked over to his Gnomish opponent Lord Gastmont, parting his lips to breathe out. "Wow." Before he collapsed to the ground. 

A large owl hurriedly flew towards the dueling hills, hearing the explosion of pistolfire. Morphing to her human form, Lindi the new and much improved Wizardess sprinted towards the scene, her gorgeous, plump tits bobbing from side to side as she sped to Lord Carnos' side. Jagza, Smokesnort, Brivany and Savolt immediately went over to their fallen friend's side, unbelieving what they had just seen. Lindi threw herself at his side, propping Lord Carnos up and cradling his head against her enormous, warm cleavage. His glazed over, deep blue eyes took her in and squinted. "Lindi? Is that you?"

The Wizardess wept, nodding as her robe was drenched in his freely flowing blood. "Yes, Lord Carnos. It's me. I did all this for you...do...do you like it?"

His body was rapidly growing cold, and her cushy, warm cleavage was indeed a fine place to rest. "I do...I like it very much..."

"You're gonna be alright, buddy!" Smokesnort said. "We're gonna get you to a priest and everything is going to be fine!"

Lord Carnos shook his head from side to side. "No. It was a duel to the death." He looked to Brivany. "I may not be a Knight anymore, but I still have...my honor." He grinned, a thin stream of blood coursing from the side of his mouth. He reached up to weakly clutch Smokesnort's shiny scaled shoulder. "You've been a good...good friend, Smokesnort. Take care of the estate for me...Free Savolt. He's a warhorse..." Lord Carnos turned his bleary, fading gaze to Jazga the Ogre. "He is trained for battle. More importantly than that...he is spirited and courageous. He was made for adventure, not for studding and growing fat on fine food." Lord Carnos smiled and coughed. Savolt the valiant steed nestled his muzzle against his companion's shoulder, as if understanding his words and what was happening. "Jagza...tend to the fields and the land for me. It's your home now if you'd like it."

The stacked Ogre nodded.

Leaning further into Lindi's new, impressive chest, Lord Carnos Goldmorrow spoke one last thing. "Wow, what great tits..." And then those soulful, deep blue eyes faded, as if the light inside them were suddenly snuffed out. A gunshot to the heart would have instantly killed any man, but Dearest Reader, if you come away from these stories with anything, I hope it is that Lord Carnos Goldmorrow was no ordinary man.

The maidens of Trilane wept and sobbed when news of his death flooded the Kingdom. Knight, Noble, Hero, Legend, Carnos Goldmorrow, in his desperate struggle to avoid death by adventure, ended up meeting death by Nobility. He left behind an ever growing legacy, retold and recounted through time. His name was cheered and celebrated as the final Goldmorrow scion, the last of the great line of noble Heroes. 

I am so sorry, my Dear Reader, that our tale had to end on such a sad note, but I am just a chronicler, tasked with recounting the deeds and exploits of the last great Goldmorrow. Try as I might, I have yet to unearth what fates befell his companions, and they have all faded through time, as is the destiny of all things, I suppose.

Though on occasion, from time to time, I hear that a great and ancient Gold Wyrm with scales gleaming so bright that they can blind whoever stares directly into them will take the form of a human and wander into the Lucky Lich Tavern and order two stout glasses of Ale and leave them both on the counter, paying for the drinks and handsomely tipping the bustiest barmaid in the place. Walking out only to resume its majestic, shiny form and soaring into the heavens to guard its hoard of infinite treasure deep in the hills of Trilane...

 THE END