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A Medieval Epic Ch. 01

By: BBC



After the Great Battle, prosperity reigned for one thousand years. Duke Redpaw ordered many celebrations and festivals. The people were happy and the land prospered. They sang and danced and laughed all their troubles away. But unbeknownst to them, a great evil was stirring once again in the Abyss…

The Duke’s Hall: 

Ghrom the Wise sat in the Duke’s Hall discussing the Great Battle with Caston, the Duke’s Advisor. 

“Hmm… I sense a foul disturbance among us.” Ghrom said.

“Yes, as do I,” replied Caston.

“I fear the inevitable is about to happen.”

“The Gates to the Abyss are well protected by the nomads, you have nothing to fear.”

“The nomads will be no match for the demons.”

“I will not hear of demons anymore, Ghrom. You’ve been raving about the coming of demons for as long as you’ve had that beard. Now please, let us enjoy the wine and festivities.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right, I’m getting too old to be worrying about it anymore.”

“That’s the spirit. Now come on old chap, I must tell you about my new magic spell I’ve created.”

Somewhere near the Gates to the Abyss: Vanessa, the leather-clad succubus, prepares to open the Gates to the Abyss. There, two well armed guards stood, protecting the Gates. The two black men where part of the nomadic tribe known as Krazen. Each one carries a custom spear, a symbol of the tribe. The tribe roamed the desert land, spreading their influence protecting uncharted territory. 

Vanessa, one of the succubus twins, is a dark haired beauty with tanned skin and a slender body. Her big breasts are held up by a tight leather brassiere with nipple holes, a leather thong that disappears in between her butt, and leather high heel boots. Succubae have the ability to control men after the succubus have swallowed the men’s cum. In addition to their beauty and seductive sway, they also crave cock. The black skinned nomads were known to have big cocks, and she was up to the task. That and because they were the only ones standing in her way and the Gates. 

She realizes she has to take on both of them in order to get them to open the Gates for her. As she approaches the guards, she decides to seduce them.

“Excuse me, but I seem to be lost, could you point me in the right direction?”

With that, she turns around and bends over, exposing her round firm ass. The guards’ package grew, stiffening to its full length. The two guards positioned around her, one stood in front of her face and the other stood behind her. Vanessa reached out in front of her and parted aside the guard’s loincloth, and with her other hand she grabs the base of his rock-hard member. The cock enlarged to a full twelve inches long and a good seven inches around. She was surprised by its size, and then she felt a surprise as the other big black cock rammed into her shaved cunt. 

“Ungh! Your cock is so big!” Vanessa said turning her head to look behind her.

She felt two rough hands grab her dark hair turning her head back. Another big black cock awaited her luscious lips. She was greeted by a large cock head pushing into her mouth. 

“Mmrph!” Vanessa managed to muddle out as the slab of meat pushed straight down her throat.  

The guards slammed into her from both ends. They both carried twelve full-size inches of meat and with each thrust they powered it in to the hilt. Vanessa just stood there, bent over with her legs spread taking in as much cock as she could. Vanessa was the more experienced of the twins but even this was difficult for her to handle. The strength of the cocks and the furious pounding they administered lifted her off the ground. Vanessa craved big thick cock and she was really getting it now. It was more than she hoped for. She loved how thick the cocks felt inside her, stretching her out. She loved how full it made her feel. They thrusted into her at the same time, the entire twelve inches sliding in and out of her juicy cunt and throat. Their big black cocks shined with her lustful juices. She was forced to deep-throat that black cock, her senses being assaulted by the aroma given off by his cock. Her throat expanded to accommodate the girth of his thick black meat, her throat muscles working diligently to milk his shaft. The over-sized cock head was lodged in her throat. Vanessa’s lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and then letting her tongue slip out, proceeded to lick his heavy sperm-filled sac. His heavy balls slapped against her chin; she knew there was going to be plenty of sperm to swallow. 

Sloshing sounds emanated from her throat, her saliva coating the entire thick hard shaft. The black guard pumping her from behind began grunting. His pace quickened.

“Rrrgh. Hrngh!” 

“Mmrph! Crrck!” The cock slid out from her throat. “Don’t cum yet, I want to swallow it,” Vanessa said with her most lustful voice, before deep-throating that cock again.

The dark black skin of his cock glistened from her juices, disappearing into her pussy with ease. His balls slapping her clit, she felt the ridges of his shaft rasping her inner walls. 

She released the cock from her throaty grip once more and asked, “Would you like to fuck my ass?”

With that, the two guards switched places, positioning themselves accordingly. She had no qualms about deep-throating a cock with her own juices on it, for she was a true slut. She would take it anyway they give her. She cupped his heavy balls, and embraced them as she continued to deep-throat his cock until her face was buried into his crotch. His smell was intoxicating. She gave him her best. On the other end her ass hole was getting reamed by an equally enormous cock. She felt an extreme pressure being applied on her anus, and she did nothing to fight it. First, the over-sized cock head plopped in, stretching the sphincter to the max. A couple inches slid in, and a couple more after that. He was gradually forcing his cock into her tight ass. Finally all twelve inches disappeared into her rectum, only the base of his cock and her stretched out sphincter was visible; heavy balls resting on her pussy lips. The guard grabs a hold of her tits for leverage, tweaking the nipples. By now the muscular guard was pushing in and pulling out easily, pumping black meat relentlessly into her butt. She could feel both cocks growing bigger and harder than before, and she knew it was getting close for her swallow. 

She worked on his cock to the best of her ability. She sucked on his cock even more diligently, her stuffed throat muscles tightly stroking his rock-hard shaft to climax. She was right. Torrents of sperm gushed out, exploding everywhere in her mouth. There was plenty of sperm for her to swallow, and she swallowed it down eagerly. The heavy sac carried so much sperm it just kept coming out, and she just kept swallowing. All that sperm coated the walls of her throat; the semen was so thick and sticky it clung to the sides of her throat, making it difficult for her to swallow. Swallowing all that semen had filled her, and she still had one more big black cock to swallow. 

Vanessa let the other burly guard work her ass a little longer while she finished milking the other shaft. From other experiences of taking big black cocks up the ass, she has learned that the easiest way is to just take it. Let them do their worst, and don’t fight it. That way it hurt less and they cum faster. She felt the black guard tensing up again so she turned around and started working his black cock into the back of her throat. All of a sudden a hot stream of semen came spurting out of the cock head, shooting it all down her throat. 

Vanessa got up from her knees afterwards. The guards just stood there; they seemed mindless. “Open the Gates,” ordered Vanessa. The guards proceeded to remove the lock and open the Gates. A swirl of darkness that was the Abyss could be seen inside the Gates. Vanessa daringly entered. The Abyss was a place of darkness, nothing could be seen. However, Vanessa seemed to know where she was going. A short trek later, she came upon a frozen statue of the splendid demon himself, Malice. His equally impressive member standing out, as well. The powerful thick long shaft was wedged inside the bent-over angel, who was also frozen. The angel Sarah was on her hands and knees, her face showing a grimace of pain from the ass fucking she endured. The two statues were about to be thawed. Vanessa weaved a spell teleporting the two statues out of the Abyss. With a snap of her fingers the two entities became alive. The angel Sarah slumped to the ground, unconscious. 

“Where am I?”

“You are in the human realm, master, and I am your slave. I am yours to do as you please.”

Malice eyed the succubus lustfully, and then turned his eyes to behold the landscape. “Yes, I have waited an eternity for this.”

Vanessa looked down at the fallen angel. Her body pale and delicate, beautiful and fragile. “Shall I remove her permanently?”

“No, I believe I still have use for her.” An evil chuckle escaped his voice, then a laugh.

“And these guards?” 

“Send them as a welcoming party. Let the world know of my presence.”

“Yes, master.”

Back at the City of Redpaw: Everyone was drunk from the celebrations. The lanterns died down and most of the people scattered back into their homes. A few drunken citizens still wandered the cobbled streets. The festivities were over; the Duke and his advisor were back in the castle discussing some rather important business. 

Outside the city streets lay a quiet serene night, only a couple guards and drunks left walking the road. The guards held torches as they patrolled the city streets. Everything was quiet, a little too quiet. Just when everything seemed fine a spear flew through the air, gutting one of the citizens in the chest. The guards quickly draw their swords and look to see what’s going on. They looked at the spear jutting out of the dead man’s chest. It was the spear of the Krazen. Near the entrance to the city gates two burly black figures approached, walking in a zombie-like manner. One of the guards charged at them with his sword, but was quickly dispatched by the Krazen. The other guards were hesitant to attack, knowing the skill of the Krazen. Over the horizon on the outskirts of the city another mysterious figure emerged. With his sword in hand, he flew swiftly through the air and with one quick slash of his blade, the Krazen fell. 

The guards were amazed by this man’s skill with a sword. They quickly welcomed him into the castle, assuring him that the Duke will want to meet him. 

Later that evening: The mysterious man became known to the Duke as Tristan the Swordsman. The Duke thanked him for stopping the Krazen. The Duke and his advisor pondered why the Krazen would do such a thing. 

“Thank you, Tristan. Please, stay and rest for the night as my guest of honor. My guard will escort you to your room.”

“Thank you. We will continue this in the morning.”

The guard escorted Tristan out of the Duke’s Hall. 

“Most curious fellow he is.” 

“Yes, indeed,” replied the Duke. 

“He is not from around here,” Caston said.

“We shall find out from him tomorrow, right now I want to know why the Krazen killed our men.” 

“It is a very strange matter, one I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to. Ghrom did voice his… concern about something most troublesome.”

“I fear there is much worse to come, Caston.”

“I will consult with Ghrom first thing tomorrow.”

“….” 

Next chapter coming soon… 

A Medieval Epic Ch. 02



Tristan awoke from a wonderful rest; the events of last night did not even faze him. The Duke's castle was very grand, Tristan thought. His bed was made of silk, and his room was adorned with gold. He heard a knock on his door. "The Duke wants to see you." Tristan heard the voice and recognized it as one of the guards. 

He followed the guard down the hallway and into the Duke's Chamber. A long table stood in the middle of the room with all kinds of food lining the table. "Come, Tristan, join me in our early morning meal. You are my guest of honor." 

Everyone sat down and ate while the guards stood watch. They made idle chatter, careful not to ask Tristan about himself. After the meal they moved to the Duke's Hall. A big burly black man stood, the smell of metal and grease coming from him. "Let me introduce to you the best blacksmith in the land. His name is Tone." They nodded. "And as my guest, I will have Tone craft a special sword for you." 

"I sense you want something from me," asked Tristan. 

"I do, I do. I take it that you are unfamiliar with the Great Battle. In short, it was a battle between angels and demons, the angels trying to prevent the demons from entering our world. They failed. And now I believe we must take up arms and defend ourselves."

"What makes you think we can?"

"You have the making of a great hero. If there is one man who can defeat the demons, it is you… and, we have no choice."

Tristan thinks for a moment. "How do you expect me to accomplish such a task?"

"Your skill is unequalled. My advisor, Caston, has already left to seek Ghrom the Wise. They will assist you with whatever you need."

"Your faith in me is great, and I graciously accept your compliments. But this is a war I have no interest in."

"I believe you fail to see your role in these events. Believe what you will, you are connected to this, you are. No matter, I keep my word. Tone will craft your new weapon. By all means, stay and enjoy the city while you are here. Your weapon will be ready soon."

Tristan wandered the city streets, enjoying what the city had to offer. The city was bustling with activity, crowds of people gathered at the marketplace. Tristan looked around, trying out the different foods and playing with all the trinkets they had for sale. The marketplace was held in the middle of the plaza. There was a fountain of water and a great big statue of a warrior, his sword pointing high in the air. Tristan noticed a band of heavily armed soldiers marching down the street. He realized they were the Duke's Guard. A special army handpicked by the Duke himself. Their equipment was shiny and obviously well crafted; a sign of Tone's work he thought. After the events of last night more troops patrolled the city, trying to quell any fears the public might have had. 

A while later Tristan returned to the castle for his new sword. He walked by the barracks and to the armory, where Tone worked on his forge. A shiny blade rested on the forge, a beautiful blue aura surrounding it. 

"It's magical, if you're wondering."

"I wasn't."

"I guess this sword is for you. The Duke speaks highly of you, make good use of it."

"Your craft is honorable."

"I imbued it with a magical stone given to me by Ghrom a while back, that would explain the blue hue you see."

"Thank you. I will see the Duke and tell him of my leave."

"Farewell, my friend."

After a short meeting with the Duke Tristan took his new sword and left the city of Redpaw. 

Somewhere on the edge of the River Basin:

A mysterious rift ruptures the grassy plains, a huge earthquake shaking the land. The River Basin runs between the city of Redpaw, the neighboring city of Crimm and through the lush forests of the Elvenglades. The wicked city of Crimm houses the seediest thugs and criminals of the land. 

As the rift rips the land wider, strange foul beasts crawled out from under. Huge hulking ogres and vicious trolls climbed out from the rift. Their skin blackened from the charring earth. They only had one purpose, to wreak havoc in the human realm. 

The Elvenglades was home to the beautiful and slender wood elves. All wood elves were petite in stature, with a light complexion and delicate features. The wood elves were all female, and they would reproduce by themselves every twenty-five years. They were caring and loving creatures of the forest, and they nurtured their environment. They wore silk clothes weaved from the cocoons on the leaves. 

The wood elves were a peaceful group who did not believe in war; therefore, they did not have any means of defending themselves. The earthquake shook so hard the elves felt the tremor interrupt the serene and tranquil environment of the Elvenglades. The elves feared the worst would come true, and looked over the horizon to see the realization of their fears. 

Ogres and trolls could be seen stalking the Elvenglades; the beautiful lush forest would be destroyed by their hulking wake. 

"The Elvenglades are being invaded! Save yourselves!" Arisa, the queen of the elves, demanded.

The elves scattered in panic, with no real place to go. Booming tremors shook the Elvenglades as the massive monsters approached them. The trolls were hideous looking monsters that stood seven feet tall and sinewy muscles protruding from their skin. A white film covered their eyes with no visible pupil. Their skin was black like coal, and they had claws for nails. They were hunched over from their oversized backs, and their jaws had teeth capable of gutting steel. A huge black shaft hung from its groin, its skin covered with warts and scars. 

The ogres were even more dreadful looking; they carried bulging muscles they covered their entire bodies. Their massive frames stood eight feet in the air, accompanied by five hundred pounds of pure muscle. Their eyes were blood red and their black skin scarred horrendously. Their big black cocks were even more impressive, with muscles bulging from their powerful organ. 

"Rrrggh! Destroy the forest! Rape and pillage!" Roared Crorc, the overseer of the ogres. 

The ogres and trolls tore away at the forest, knocking down trees and stomping flower patches. The young petite elves could run away from the ogres but the trolls proved too agile for them.

With one swipe of the trolls' claws the elves' silk garments ripped to shreds. One by one the elves were stripped of their attire, forcing them to run away naked. The elves covered their breasts with their arms as they ran, their silk boots covering their thighs. Finally a troll swept an elf and coiled her body tightly in his grasp. Her fair skin and blonde hair aroused the nasty troll, his black meat hardening and thickening at her sight. 

"Tina!" Arisa screamed as she helplessly watched her friends get caught by the evil trolls.

Soon the ogres got their hands on the beautiful virgin elves, too. The ogres and trolls played with the elves like dolls. Thick meaty fingers disappeared inside the young elves' mouths and hairless cunts. Arisa witnessed the ogres' incredible large cocks grow to an impossible size. She realized what they were going to do with her elves. Arisa could bear no more as she descended from the trees and landed on her white silk boots. Arisa was defenseless against these powerful ogres and trolls, but she was willing to offer herself up in exchange for the safety of her elves. 

"I am Arisa, the queen of the elves and the Elvenglades." 

One of the ogres removed his mouth from an elf's breast that he was holding. "I am Crorc, the overseer." His cock grew even bigger at the sight of the queen's luscious body. 

Arisa's round firm breasts could be seen through her sheer silk garment. She was distracted as she caught a glimpse of Crorc's cock. "I don't know why you are doing this, but, please, I plead with you, let them go, and I will be yours to do with as you please. 

Crorc returned his mouth onto the elf's breast, licking and biting her nipple. The elf let out a muffled scream as Crorc covered her mouth with his big hand. 

Arisa was flustered from watching her friends ravaged by the monsters, but she stood there patiently waiting for a reply.

After about a minute Crorc finally said, "Why don't you come here and show me your sincerity." Crorc gave a fierce chuckle. 

Arisa stood there for a moment, a tear coming down her face; she knew what was asked of her. She walked slowly toward the hulking ogre and got down on her knees. Arisa held her head down, Crorc's big black cock hovering over her head. She carried a shameful look on her face. 

"Queen, no!" Said the blonde elf, Tina, who was currently hoisted up in the air, held with legs spread apart, and the slimy tongue of the troll buried inside her cunt. 

Arisa looked at her friend Tina, then Marina, the brunette, whose beautiful big breasts were being fondled by the gruesome ogre. Arisa then looked at Crorc, and with both of her small hands, reached up and held his big black cock. The enormous cock was so big Arisa could not wrap around it with both hands. That fact scared her even more. Crorc grinned a big grin, his jagged teeth showing through his revolting face. 

Immediately two more ogres stepped up next to Crorc, both were black and ugly and both of them were holding and groping pretty elves. Huge tools protruded out the base of their groin, thick veins running along the rock-hard shaft. Arisa stared at the large cock she was holding, the swollen cock head pulsing bigger and bigger. She was immobile, horrible thoughts flowed through her mind. 

"Please… I can't… Your cock, it's too… mmrph!" Arisa's futile attempt to beg Crorc was stopped by his thick black cock ramming into her mouth. Arisa immediately started gagging on Crorc's big black cock. No elf has ever been violated like this, she thought. Crorc pumped her mouth, in and out, deeper and deeper his big black cock went in. Her mouth was outstretched, her tight throat stroking the tremendous cock head. 

Crorc laughed a thunderous laugh, then reached down and grabbed Arisa's breasts with his big strong hands. The other ogres and trolls pounced their chests and howled at the frightened elves. Their big black cocks were twitching wildly, waiting to impale the petite elves' tight holes. Arisa was drooling all over Crorc's huge shaft, the saliva making his cock easier to take in. His thrusts grew more fierce, as well as his cock. Crorc was fucking her mouth raw; tears ran down the queen's face. He began grunting loud, the other ogres and trolls shouting and chanting strange noises. 

The big black cock of Crorc really started pumping deep and hard, the black engorged meat thickening to its maximum size. The powerful black cock stretched Arisa's mouth and throat wide until she was sore. The elves were frightened for Arisa as they watched the big black cock invade her mouth, but they were even more frightened for themselves. Frightened, that they too will be invaded by big black cock; the presence of their rigid shafts scared the elves. 

Crorc pumped away at her throat, gagging noises and sloshing sounds mixed with strings of saliva could be seen and heard every time his cock disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. Crorc held her head still, and with one great thrust he unleashed a wave of cum into her throat. Arisa was caught by surprise, and she tried to swallow as much cum as she could. He pulled out of her mouth and shot two more loads on her face. 

Arisa felt humiliated in front of all her friends. "Please, let them go."

"Har! We will have much fun your friends! Ravage everything!" 

"No! Please! You promised!"

"I never keep my promises! Harharhar!" 

Meanwhile:

Malice was having a time of his own breaking in Lynn, Vanessa's sister. Lynn was more conservative of the two. But right now she was being introduced to big black cock. 

Deep inside the Cave of Deceit Malice sat on his throne, his fifteen inch cock standing straight in the air, and Lynn kneeling before him preparing to worship his cock, to fully experience him inside of her. 

Lynn had the same ability as her sister to control men by swallowing their cum, but Vanessa was the wild one who loved big black cock. Lynn never really got used to them, and tried avoiding them if she could. The only reason she would use her ability and control men is because her sister told her to; Lynn was manipulated by her twisted twin sister for her own ambition.

But Malice made sure after this she would be well used to them. He gawked at her pretty face, her long shiny blonde hair, her luscious full lips ready to wrap around his bulbous cock head. Lynn wore a white leather bra and a matching white leather thong with white leather thigh high boots, the opposite of her sister Vanessa. Lynn had beautiful full round breasts that fit into the bra nicely, the shape of her nipples visible through the material. She put both hands on Malice's magnificent shaft, his cock burning hot and hard and steel. 

Malice squeezed and fondled Lynn's breasts through the material, grinning down on her rather distressed face. She really didn't want to suck the big black cock, but she really had no choice. Malice was their master because their ability didn't work on demons, and Vanessa ordered her to do whatever he wanted. Malice's presence was menacing, his massive black muscled body completely overshadowed Lynn. She looked at his cock; the head was so big it looked like a cannonball. 

The fumes from his cock intoxicated her, and she felt light headed. She licked her lips lightly and then parted her lips slightly, and then gently placed her lips on his cock head. Slowly, parting her lips some more, she took in the cock head into her mouth. The huge cock jumped from the warm touch of her luscious lips. Lynn gently flicked and twirled her tongue around the enormous cock head. 

Her throat began to tense up as the big black cock invaded her mouth. Malice pushed her head down while he continued playing with her tits. Lynn remembered how Vanessa took cock down her throat and began relaxing her tongue and loosening her jaw. She worshipped his cock by stroking the shaft with both of her delicate slender hands. 

She suddenly removed her hands and put them elbows locked onto the throne as Malice forced her head down his shaft. Lynn braced herself from the violent forcefulness of his thrusts. He made sure she took his entire cock down her throat.

The narrow passage of Lynn's throat provided for a very tight fit around Malice's hard shaft. The engorged meat stretched out her tight throat, her throat muscles made a swallowing motion that stroked and milked his cock. She felt his big black cock thicken inside her throat and his thrusts picked up speed. With one final swift thrust he buried his giant cock into her mouth to the hilt. Malice bellowed out and erupted down her throat. Lynn could feel the thick wads of sperm travel the length of his shaft, rushing out into her belly. His cock pulsated, twitched, and jumped inside her outstretched mouth and throat. Lynn choked and gagged on his big black cock.

Fifteen inches of saliva covered rock-hard cock slid out from her throat. It still twitched and jumped wickedly. A devilish grin came across Malice's face. He directed her to get on her hands and knees and bend over, and she did. He eyed her beautiful body, especially her beautiful pink holes. Aiming that thick black shaft at her, he drove his big black cock deep into her ass hole. A shriek of pain drowned the cave. The demon cock was too big. 

Back at the Elvenglades Forest:

The cum-covered elves were continually being ravaged by the trolls and ogres. Tina, the busty blonde elf was suspended in mid-air between two trolls, their big black cocks fucking her ass and mouth. 

Marina was giving head to one massive disgusting troll while an ogre was having seconds on her ass. Her dark hair was matted with cum, so was her face and tits. Collectively the elves never experienced so much pain in their lives. The ogres and trolls took turns shoving their enormous cocks inside their pussies, asses, and mouths. 

Arisa, the queen elf, was being triple teamed by three hulking black ogres. Their huge cocks stretched out her cunt, ass hole, and throat. Taking the ogre's black cock in the ass was the hardest, because her ass hole was the tightest. The ogres reamed her ass hole over and over. 

All the elves had cocks in their asses, cunts, and throats one time or another. The ogres and trolls unloaded cum all over the elves. They drove their cocks into their holes balls deep to the hilt. 

After hours of abuse and violation, the ogres abducted the exhausted elves from their lush Elvenglades Forest and headed toward the shady city of Crimm. 

Later:

Tristan wandered down a deserted road, wondering what place he will visit next. Upon entering a narrow path Tristan came across the town of Crimm. Unbeknownst to him however the city was as evil and wicked as a city could be. 

But even a normal day in the city of Crimm could not compare to what was happening now. Tristan witnessed giant ogres and trolls destroying everything. People were being trampled under and ripped apart. People ran and scattered while screaming chaotically. Tristan drew his blade and charged forward. This was a good time to test his new weapon, he thought. With sword in hand, he cut through the fray of ogres and trolls. Tristan jumped into the air and crashed down sword first, slicing the ogre in half. With a quick turn around Tristan came charging and with a great lunge, pierced through the troll in the gut. Among the ruckus Crorc noticed his minions falling, and quickly approached Tristan, who was busy fighting the other monsters. Tristan turned around and met Crorc's backhand, smashing him into a wooden barrel. Without even staggering for a moment, Tristan leaped into the air and swung his great sword across Crorc's head. But the attack was deflected by Crorc and another backhand sent Tristan crashing to the floor. 

Crorc was about to trample Tristan, but decided otherwise. He ordered the rest of his minions to leave the city. Tristan got up and shook it off. He stood in the middle of a now empty and destroyed city. He decided to return to the city of Redpaw.



A Medieval Epic Ch. 03



The angel Sarah was held closely to the cavern wall, her naked body chained up helplessly in the air. Her body was weak and fragile; all her angelic powers were stripped from her. She could barely stay conscious, most of the time she was not. She did not expect that the demon Malice would be able to escape, but yet there he was, sitting on his throne made of skulls and broken bones. 

The Cave of Deceit was Malice’s portal to and from the human realm and to the demon realm. Soon, he would call for his brothers and they would swoop down with a demonic fury that would ravage everything in their path. 

Lynn pleasured Malice to no end. Sarah watched horridly as Malice violated every hole Lynn had to offer. She screamed and took it, but she did not fight. Malice didn’t stop. After he would force into her and spew out his demon seed, he would force into her again somewhere else and again, and more of his demon seed would spew out. There was no end. Sarah wondered if Malice would still be violating her own body if she had not done what she done. 

Surely, the other angels would not wait passively for the destruction of the human realm which they swore to protect, at least Sarah thought. Sarah believed a violent war would break out, every demon and every angel would fight. But the angels would ultimately lose, for the demons wielded cruel weapons of destruction, like skull cleaving axes, and jagged bone claws as sharp as steel. The angels had no weapons to match them, and so would perish. 

Sarah awoke and fainted and awoke again. And still Malice was deeply connected inside of Lynn. She didn’t know how long or how many times Malice had ravaged Lynn, nor did she know how Lynn could possibly endure this ordeal. Sarah’s nipples were shriveled from the cold and her skin was raised with goose bumps. Cold sweat beads dripped down her naked body and down her heaving breasts. Sarah fell unconscious again.

Redpaw Castle:

Tristan was being tended to his wounds by the castle doctor and Ghrom the Wise. 

“You are very strong, young man. Any other would have his back broken.”

“If there is nothing else doctor, I wish to speak with Tristan alone.”

The doctor took his bag and closed the door behind him. Tristan sat on the bed with a bandage taped around his torso. Ghrom looked peculiarly at Tristan’s neck.

“What is that symbol on your neck,” asked Ghrom.

“I’m not sure, I’ve always had it.”

“Hmm… I’m sure by now you know of The Great Battle, everyone talks about it. But no one knows of the story that happened after. This story is far more important than any battle ever taken place in history.” Ghrom waited a moment in silence. “Once, there was a man, who stood tall and strong, and even stronger with a sword. His name was Tyrael. After The Great Battle, another battle was waged. This battle, however, was forgotten. Monsters from all four corners of the earth crawled out and devastated the land. This one man, and this one man alone, stood up against these foul creatures and fought them with valor, courage, and bravery. At that precise moment, the impossible happened. The Guardians of the world intervened, granting Tyrael power and a magical sword, and with his new power he cut down every last beast that could crawl. Tyrael never died. The Guardians prophesized that one day his power would be needed and that his spirit would return and vanquish evil once again. Your neck… it bears the mark of Tyrael’s sword.”

The Duke was not sure how to react. After hearing Ghrom’s explanation on the matter the Duke was more optimistic than ever that Tristan was indeed the one who will fulfill the prophesy. However, Tristan still had no wish to be apart of it.

“What are you saying, Ghrom?” The Duke asked most curiously.

“I am saying he is Tyrael’s son. Metaphysically, of course.”

“Tristan, and what you describe of the monsters is true?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then your matter on being the chosen must be further discussed at a later time. This other situation in the city of Crimm is now of utmost importance.”

“What do you suggest,” asked Caston.

“We will need a troop to enter that wretched city and offer aid, more importantly find out more of these… creatures.”

“Shall I summon the general?”

“Tell him to depart at once.”

“What about the elves,” asked Tristan.

“Your heroism is unequalled, young Tristan. The elves are vital to the balance of the forest. I trust you will rescue them without fail.”

He was hesitant, but he agreed to rescue the elves. By doing so, Tristan was being pulled into the very plot that he wanted nothing to be apart of. 

General Lazarus was the head of the Duke’s army. Just as Tone’s family has served as the Duke’s blacksmith, Lazarus and his father served as his bodyguard. Lazarus’ family has served the kingdom of Redpaw for three generations. Lazarus’ father was killed in battle during the second war. 

Lazarus stood seven feet tall, his shoulders round from left to right, and physically very powerful. A scar ran deep across the middle of his bald head, which he received from Lorda, who was now the leader of the Krazen. His black skin was horribly disfigured. Lazarus waited for the day he would rule Redpaw. 

Caston came into his tent and saw Lazarus meditating, “The Duke has requested you bring your men to Crimm and provide assistance.”

Lazarus looked at his direction, nodded, and returned to his meditation. Caston left without saying another word. People were afraid of Lazarus, not because he was a general, but because he was massive, and fire burned in his eyes. Commoners have told many wicked stories of his debauchery when he is with women. 

Tristan hiked the trail up the mountainside. From here he could see everything from over the horizon. He was an expert swordsman but also an excellent tracker. The mountainside was picturesque, too. Lush green trees stood over the blue creek waterfall. Tristan inhaled the fresh air and closed his eyes. He stood there for awhile, then took out his sword and began practicing his skills. Tristan loved to train, and he trained constantly.

He thought a little training would be good now so that he would be more prepared to go against the monsters. Just then he heard a rustle in the leaves. A lithe little figure jumped from branch to branch. Tristan chased after her. The figure was definitely female. At the precise moment, Tristan leaped into the air, pulled out a knife from his boot, and hurled the knife towards the branch the woman had just landed upon. In a snap the branch broke in half and fell to the floor along with the woman. Tristan walked over to pick up his knife, return it to his boot, and looked at the woman. 

She had blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail, her eyes blue and her lips red. She wore a tight leather outfit that enabled her to move quietly. The woman was thin, except for her rather large breasts that filled her outfit. 

Tristan aimed his sword near her throat. “Perhaps you will explain yourself.”

“I don’t have to explain anything, and that really hurt.”

“Name.”

“Brianna.” Brianna rubbed her butt to soothe away the pain.

“And what were you doing in the trees.”

“Spying on you, what do you think?” 

“Why.”

“My reasons are mine alone.” Brianna got up and dusted herself off. “I’ll be going now, then.”

Tristan raised his sword, still pointed at her. “Not until you tell me.”

Brianna sighed. “Fine, I am a scout for the fortune teller Kristallena. Our mistress Kristallena is looking for the one who will fulfill her prophesy.”

Tristan with his free hand reached out and grabbed her necklace, and with a quick pull yanked the chain right off her neck.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“If you want it back, you’ll have to bring me to her.”

“Oh I’ll get it back, don’t worry. I have a feeling I’ll be meeting you again. But you’re going to have to keep up with me.”

Brianna took off to the branches in the trees and jumped away. Tristan could have caught her, but he chose not to.

Meanwhile Crorc and his band of ogres and trolls continued to move across the plains while carrying the naked and ravaged wood elves across their shoulders. 

Arisa looked around at her friends. Most of them were unconscious. All of them had gaping holes between their legs. She couldn’t believe her elves could take in such phallic monstrosities. She looked at the center of the beasts. Their black organs stood straight out, rigid, and twitching as if it was hungry. The heavy knobs at the end of their shafts were throbbing. Arisa knew it wouldn’t be long before they stopped moving to satisfy their hunger. 

Later:

General Lazarus and his soldiers had camped out for the night. They still had to travel a good distance before getting to Crimm. His men ran one hour shifts during guard duty. Lazarus’ tent was made of thick red cloth, and big enough to hold a weapons arsenal. 

He had called in Serena, an apprentice of the Mage School but transferred to the army in hopes of training to be a soldier. She was young and naïve, and had high hopes in gaining rank as one of the top officers. Lazarus had other plans for her.

Serena stepped into Lazarus’ tent. “Yes, sir?”

Serena’s breastplate held together her rather full breasts. The cut was low so cleavage was visible when she kneeled. 

“Give me a scouting report for the next five hundred paces.”

“Yes, sir.” Serena looked up at Lazarus. She noticed his throbbing cock through his steel kilt. It looked like a concealed weapon.

Lazarus sat still, his bulky frame eclipsing the room. Serena stared at his size. Lazarus scared her. 

Lazarus was staring at Serena as well. He gazed at her full, round breasts. She only wore a two piece skirt that was connected by brass rings at her hips. Her silky white thighs were visible and her white thong panties could be seen from where Lazarus sat.

A bulging black cock raised up from his center. “Serena, kneel in front of me.”

Without saying a word she kneels in front him, getting a complete view of his cock. She didn’t know what Lazarus wanted with her before, but now she knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to service his cock.

He removed his kilt and out jumped a enormous black pole jutting from his base. Serena fell into shock. He commanded her to suck it, and she did.

Serena was in a trance. She just took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. She struggled to get it in to her mouth; the cock head was huge. She had never imagined such a powerful tool, or such thickness.

“Suck my cock.”

She took the cock into the back of her throat. She tried to suppress the gag but it was hard. This wasn’t what she imagined the army to be.

Lazarus, running out of patience, grabbed Serena by the back of her head and proceeded to fuck her throat with his big black cock. She knew any resistance or refusal would ban her from the army so she just let him do as he pleased with her. The cock protruding from his being slowly began disappearing into her mouth. She took his cock deep into her throat, even though the big black cock stretched her out. Finally her luscious red lips rested against the base. 

He just held her face there up against the base of his cock, his cock head feeling the swallowing motions of her soft throat muscles. 

His thick rigid shaft made it difficult for Serena to adjust. The big black cock stretched her throat out, not to mention the musk accompanied by him. The warmth of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue made his cock unload a torrent of hot cum down her throat. She choked and gagged immediately, but the hold of his powerful arms and enormous cock prevented her from retreating. She just swallowed and swallowed. Burning sperm blasts from the big black cock shot out hitting the back of her throat, coating her throat with thick white goo.

Only after he finish unloading into her did he let her back out of his tent.

Elsewhere:

The Krazen tribe were on the prowl for the ogres. They have a keen sense of the world so a disturbance in any part would alert them. Since they were the protectors of the world they were hunting ogres in search of the wood elves. 

They moved quickly and quietly, carrying only their spears for weapons. They sensed the ogres were moving north, to the villages of Fyre. 

The Krazen decided to split up into two groups. One group would detour around the mountainside in hopes of flanking the ogre bandits. The other group would go straight through the mountain tunnels to attack their weak point. This would create a pinch and hopefully wipe out the ogres and trolls with little casualty. 

Fyre is a well known village where the most beautiful women are believed to live. The Krazen believing the ogres are headed there to commit more heinous acts, decide to hurry their search for the ogres.



A Medieval Epic Ch. 04



Tristan sprinted across the highlands to catch up to the Ogre Bandits. Night was falling and the field of vision was getting worse by the minute. Even with Tristan’s expert tracking skills it would be difficult to navigate through the approaching Swampmire. 

The Swampmire held some of the most vile creatures of the darkness. Monsters with huge slimy tentacles creeped up from the thick muddy waters. They would prey on innocent victims and unsuspecting travelers. The Defilers, as they were known, loved to prey on women especially. 

As night fell, Tristan became more alert than ever. Sword in hand ready, Tristan walked cautiously across the Swampmire. He knew the Defilers were watching, and he knew they would attack. Tristan listened carefully for the slightest movement. A faint sound of a twig cracking behind him was enough for Tristan to react. A quick slashing motion of the blade struck its target. A Defiler lay bleeding in the swamp, a mortal wound across the neck. 

Other Defilers emerged from the swamp, but in the midst of the chaos Tristan speared out of the swamp. 

Elsewhere:

Brianna had reached a place of solace and tranquility. This was the home of the fortune teller, Kristallena. Kristallena was dressed in silk satin ribbons wrapped around her breasts and hips. 

“Brianna, what news do you bring?”

“I found no sign of ogres, but there were no sign of the wood elves, either.”

“Then I was wrong, we’re too late.”

“I also ran into a stranger, this adventurer.”

Kristallena closes her eyes in meditation. “The wandering swordsman! He is the key to all of this. He is our savior. Brianna, you must find this wandering warrior. Hurry!”

“Yes, at once.”

“I fear the worst is about to happen.”

Brianna took off her leather armor to gain more speed. If she was to catch up to the wandering swordsman she would need to move fast. The leather armor held her breasts close but now only her brassiere wrapped around her breasts lightly. Brianna found her big breasts to be in the way as she moved fast, but she was in a hurry to do anything. In half the time she had reached the Swampmire. 

Everything looked quiet, too quiet. Brianna contemplated if she should go through or go around the Swampmire. She had heard the danger of the swamp but there was no time to lose. She took her chances.

There were no trees for her to leap across the swamp, only withered twigs from dead trees that wouldn’t hold her weight. She had to trudge in the thick murky sludge. The sludge was quickly reaching waist high. She felt sick and so dirty. 

All of a sudden something wrapped around her leg. She tried to turn around but it was too late. It coiled up around her thigh and soon it was rubbing her pussy. Brianna tried to move but her leg was stuck. A few feet away from her something emerged from the swamp water. It was a black monster. More Defilers emerged from the water. 

The Defilers were covered in sludge, their dark black purple skin full of boils and pores. Tentacles were flailing and lashing about. They had no eyes for they had no need for them, only a maw with hundreds of sharp teeth to bite into their victims. A long rubbery tongue protruded from its mouth, its size as big as a tentacle. It looked putrid green and bumpy all over. 

The tentacle rubbing her pussy suddenly pushed its way inside, causing Brianna to shriek. It was a strange feeling to Brianna. The tentacle was both hot and cold at the same time; the boils on it made it hot but the sludge covering it felt cold, and wet. The tentacle continued to work its way up inside her, lifting her up into the air at the same time. 

The Defilers were immense physically strong creatures. Individual muscle fibers could be seen bulging from its being. The monster in front of Brianna approached closer. 

“Aahh! Leave me alone! Get away from me!” Brianna screamed.

The Defiler with the tentacle pushing into her pussy appeared from behind her. As the brooding creature came closer to her, two more Defilers rose up from the swamp beside her. Brianna felt frightened. Her immediate thoughts that crossed her mind were they were going to play with her, violate her, and then eat her. 

As the Defilers moved closer, Brianna noticed the pores on their black skin oozed out mucus green liquid. Their putrid green tongues lashed and flickered at her body. Brianna cursed herself for losing the armor. She was exposed and vulnerable to the Defilers whim. Something else emerged from the swamp. An immense black phallus appeared from the swamp, connected to the Defiler. Brianna’s eyes widened. 

“Aahh! No! Get that away from me!”

The tentacle wrapped around her lowered her body towards the black phallus at the same time the black phallus rose up to meet her. The shaft had to be over fifteen inches in length and jet black color, with different shades of dark purple blotches and rings around it. 

Brianna was frightened for her life. She didn’t want to know what they planned to do with that large black shaft. The bulbous head of the shaft opened and shot out a disgusting thick white goo at Brianna’s face. That caught her completely off guard as the batter plastered her face. She couldn’t see anything.

Next thing she knew the enormous black shaft had penetrated her mouth. The powerful cock forced its way in as Brianna struggled to fight it.

“Mmrph! Ccrrk!”

The phallus was so large and forceful Brianna had to concentrate on working that huge cock head without passing out. She was so focused she barely realized that another tentacle had pushed its way into her ass hole. The defilers had their tentacles everywhere. They wrapped around her arms and legs; her breasts were squeezed and poked and fondled. 

Brianna then felt her legs touching the muddy swamp water. She realized she was being pulled in but it was too late. She was tied up securely with nowhere to go. 

Moments later the swamp was dead quiet. 

Elsewhere:

Tristan had caught up with the ogres. He was on top of a mountain ledge looking down at the valley that the ogres where passing through. The wood elves looked like they were unconscious being carried by the trolls. Tristan could see the village of Fyre just a few paces away. He had to stop them now.

“Dragon Fire Phoenix!” The body of Tristan lit up on a blue flame as he ascended into the air, his sword glowing red fire in the sky. Tristan stood suspended in mid-air for a moment before swooping down sword first. He had his aim set on Crorc, the Ogre Bandit. 

Crorc looked up to see a great big ball of fire charging towards him. It looked like a meteor dropping down on him. In the last moment Crorc grabbed one of the trolls and pushed him in the way of Tristan’s blade. Tristan came crashing down with a vengeance as the sword pierced through the monster, his body exploding into bloody chunks. 

Just then, another figure appeared out of nowhere. A dark shadowy silhouette dressed in a complete black wardrobe and mask slashed his way through the troll army. With a few quick strokes of his sword, the trolls fall to the ground decapitated. 

This shadowy figure, along with Tristan, killed many ogres and trolls. The Ogre Bandits didn’t stand a chance. Amidst all the confusion, the Duke’s Guard led by Lazarus had miraculously caught up to the traveling Ogre Bandits as well. 

Lazarus had ordered his men to flank the trolls, leaving the trolls in a very vulnerable position. The wood elves were left alone and quickly ran towards the guards to avoid the battle. Crorc screamed and roared trying to rally his minions. 

The trolls used their sharp claws to rip away at the soldiers while the ogres used their brute strength to bash their skulls in. Crorc’s taunts seemed to improve the minions’ morale. Tristan and the shadowy figure had their backs to each other. 

“Whose side are you on?” Tristan asked.

“My name is Falco. I am the appointed guardian of the village of Fyre. Art thou friend or foe?”

“Then consider me a friend!” Tristan lashed forward with a powerful sword strike.

Falco unleashed a quick blade slash of his own, striking down a troll right before his eyes. 

Both Tristan and Falco had amazing sword skill. They fought their way out of the horde, killing dozens of ogres and trolls. 

The Duke’s Guard were not as skilled. They fell to the onslaught of razor sharp claws and vicious mauling. 

Serena, the army’s scout, watched her fellow troops gored to death. She ran over to help the wood elves. Arisa, the queen, tried to calm her group down even though she herself was in a state of panic. 

Thanks to Tristan and Falco, the numbers of the ogres and trolls were thinning, but so were the Duke’s Guard. 

Crorc bashed many heads with his massive club. He was as ferocious as they come. 

Scores of men fell dead to the hands of Crorc. Then from behind Falco unleashed an attack at the unsuspecting Crorc. 

“Grrarr!” Crorc cried out.

Blood gushed out from his back, the wound deep and severe. 

All of a sudden a deep thunderous roar shattered the battle. Lightning could be seen striking down on the nearby town of Fyre. The sky was dark and a rift ripped opened in the darkness. 

Amidst the confusion, the Ogre Bandits retreated. Everywhere around the battlefield were dead bodies and bloodied body parts. The only ones left standing were Tristan and Falco, and a few wounded men and Lazarus. 

Everyone watched as the sky ripped opened and the entire town of Fyre gradually being sucked in to the rift. 

It was then did everyone realize the Ogre Bandits were just a distraction to prevent any interference. Tristan and Falco and the Duke’s Guard were all busy fighting the ogres and trolls that no one noticed the rift opening.

The sight was unbelievable. The whole city ascended into the sky. 

Fyre was almost gone completely inside the rift. Lazarus looked at Selena. 

Serena knew that being the scout; she was the first to explore unknown territories. But she couldn’t believe Lazarus was asking her to follow into the rift. But she obeyed.

Tristan and Falco both ran towards the city, but Serena had a head start. 

Both the town of Fyre and Selena were sucked into the rift. 

****

Cave of the Abyss:

“Do you understand my wonderful plan now, my lovely angel Sarah?”

“You can’t do that! The town of Fyre is defenseless! All those beautiful women!”

“Precisely… I will enjoy making them scream…”

“No! You’re going to breed them…”

“Not only that, the town is now in the abyss, no one can interfere, and my fellow demons will run wild!”

“You! I don’t believe this! You planned this from the beginning!”

“Like I said, it’s wonderful. And that is only part of my plan.”

“All those demons… all those beautiful women will be ruined! I won’t let you! I can’t let you!”

“You can and you will.”

“You… but you made a pact with the angels…”

“Yes, once the angels realize we have broken the pact, they will come and fight, and we will be ready. My brothers will love to break in your fellow angels.”

“It’s a trap…”

“Yes, history will change as we know it.”

****

Somewhere in the Abyss:

Serena looked around her; the city of Fyre was empty. A dark fog covered the sky, she didn’t know where she was. An unknown fear came over her, but she whipped up all the courage she could muster and began searching. Serena now wished she had a weapon with her. Scouts weren’t allowed to carry weapons, especially women. 

Suddenly a group of dark shadowy figures approached Serena from a dark alleyway. The figures looks taller and bigger than man. Serena stood in horror waiting to see what devils walked about. 

The devilish figures appeared from the alley, and they were devils indeed. 

Three demons stood in front of Serena. They stood a towering seven feet tall, and muscled to the bone. Their skin was severely scarred and charcoal black. Horns, talons, claws, and spikes jutted out of their bodies. 

Serena took a step back but tripped over a rock and fell down. 

Big black cocks were throbbing in front of her face. Demonic big black cocks, Serena thought. The skin on their cocks were also scarred, pulsing veins ran the length of their shafts. The enormous cock heads stared her down, taunting her to suck them. 


The big black cock head jumped up and down, brushing her lips. Serena knew what they wanted. She reached out and grabbed the two big cocks next to her face and started to stroke them. Then she took the cock head in front of her and wrapped her lips around it. Neither her hands nor her mouth could completely encompass the girth of those thick cocks. 

Serena licked and tongued all over the bulbous cock head to a moist polish. At the same time she stroked the shafts to full rigid length. The size of the cocks grew bigger than she could imagine. Her grip loosened and her mouth widened. Serena was getting worried.

Serena thought about Lazarus’ big black cock and how she sucked on it. Now she was dealing with three big black cocks. 

The three black demons were huge. They picked her up off the ground effortlessly and ripped off her thong with ease. The demon in the middle grabbed hold of her thighs and held her in the air; Serena put her arms and legs around him as she was at their mercy. She felt the enormous cock head rubbing the entrance to her pussy. The demon let go of her and Serena impaled herself on a big black cock. 

“UNGH! AH…my gawd…” Serena went cross-eyed. Her pussy stretched out to take in that big black cock.

Serena knew that wasn’t all they were going to stretch. She felt another thick cock head pressing against her ass hole. They were going to fill her butt. 

“Oh my gawd! It’s so big…huge cock…” Serena tried weakly to prevent them from fucking her ass, but the big black cock penetrated her ass hole, breaking the sphincter defense.

The only thing suspending her in the air was big black cock in her pussy and ass. They lifted her up and then dropped her. Their big black cocks were buried to the hilt inside her holes. They sank her down until her pussy and ass met their heavy balls. 

The third demon stood beside her and grabbed her back of her head and guided it towards his cock. Since he was so massive she didn’t have to bend to the side too far to suck his charred man-meat. Serena now had three rigid shafts inside her holes. Her holes burned.

****

Castle Redpaw:

“I thank you Falco, for your valor in these grave times. It is difficult to be Duke of these parts. But we must be brave.” The Duke spoke an uneasy truth.

Caston replied, “Sir, I believe Tristan and Falco have proven themselves. Their skills together will be most valuable. But for the matter at hand. The town of Fyre is in grave danger.”

Lazarus interrupted, “It was my men who risked their lives to turn the tide!”

“You are out of line Lazarus! You must show strength as a leader now, not bicker.”

The Duke, Tristan and Falco, Caston and Lazarus, sat around the oval marble table in the Duke’s Court. There was an uneasy tension in the air.

“I believe I can be of some assistance.” Ghrom appeared out of nowhere.

“Ghrom! You are most welcome here!” The Duke said cheerfully.

“I wish to speak to Tristan and Falco in private, if I may.” Ghrom requested in a mild manner.

Lazarus was furious; his anger was going to explode. His troops died on that field and they were not even acknowledged. Now Ghrom wanted to tell them something with Lazarus’ knowing. He was being consumed by hate. 

The others went into an adjoining room to discuss matters in private. Even the Duke and Caston did not follow as if they were keeping an eye of Lazarus. But Lazarus had a keen sense of hearing; he could listen in on the next room.

“The town of Fyre can still be saved. It did not vanish into thin air. The town is actually in another plane of existence. There is a ring that hold immense power but very dangerous. No one knows exactly what the ring does. Ancient scrolls say the ring was crafted by mages of the dark plane to allow travel to other realms. Ironically, the mages were banished from the human realms because of their practice of the dark arts.”

“Where can we find this ring?”

“I do not know, I do know of someone who can help you with that matter, however. Look for the seer, Kristallena.”

Lazarus overheard everything and was now plotting against them all. He was getting excited because he believed he would find the ring first and gain tremendous power.

He was going to show all of them that he was not to be double crossed…