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Barbarian Legends Ch. 01

By: LadyDefiant



Valda gazed out the window as the sun battered the sprawling orc city below. Shutting the window, she turned and walked to a large bed with linen sheets and little else, easily the most prominent feature of the room. Orcs preferred practicality to decoration, Valda realized, rubbing a tooth-shaped bruise on her shoulder as she sat down. She leaned over the side of the bed to sit her bag of belongings on a crude, but sturdy looking table before boredly resting her head against the pillows. A moment later she stood up and walked over to a body length mirror, the only seemingly expensive part of the large bedroom besides the windows overlooking the city. Her long, dark brown hair flowed down her back as she ran her fingers through it, her smouldering dark eyes scanning her image in the mirror with warm self-regard.

A barbarian wanderer from a land too far away to describe, Valda was tall and fit, although she still had curves any woman would be proud of. She rarely wore any armor, her sharp reflexes and terrifying strength being her preferred defense. Strange symbols covered her body, painted there herself this morning, the only sign she wore of her own culture. There were quite lot of them, but still more exposed skin-the largest articles of clothing the barbarian had were the bandages she wore to bind her breasts and a skimpy loincloth hanging between her thighs. The tan of her desert-like home country was sustained by her recent travels through this hot climate, although her skin was smooth, soft, and clean, it's alluring maintenance perhaps a sign of vanity.

Having come to the city by chance as a temporary guard for a cautious merchant, her current situation came to her as a surprise. Orcs viewed themselves as more powerful fighters than the other races. While as a group this was true, individually things were sometimes different. This had been revealed to a large crowd of them when Valda had decided to spend an afternoon watching fights in their arena, and wound up accepting the challenge of a trash-talking orc warrior. While the fight-a semi-nude, bare-knuckled brawl-went as Valda planned, at least outside of the she-orc biting her arm, it turned out she had not been entirely aware of her situation.

The rules of the fight had been quite simple. Last one standing was the winner. What Valda didn't know at the time was that after the loser recuperated, it was their duty to service the other. Sexually. It was a tradition steeped in orc history. When the men would be off at war for long periods of time, the women would stay home, teaching the children the brutal orc way of life. Crucial to this was competition in organized sports, almost entirely combat. The women had no sexual release save for each other, but it was taboo to take another into their beds when they were promised to their husbands. So they incorporated their unfortunate position with their passion for sports and made sex the prize, something the men learned to appreciate rather quickly. And it even ended up protecting their society in the long haul as orc women became accepted as fierce warriors in their own right.

Sharn, as her name was, had challenged Valda to this violent and (unbeknownst to her) erotic ritual. They met in the arena of sand in front of a surprisingly large crowd, although most of them were there just to watch the gullible human be demolished by another fine orc. However, while Sharn was strong, even for her kind, Valda was stronger. In the end, she put up a respectable fight but lost to the powerful blows and honed technique of the barbarian.

Now, Valda waited. Sharn had been recovering from the fight for a few days now. Tradition demanded that Valda stay and resolve the ritual, and while Valda could fight one orc with success, it would be foolish to try to defy the city itself. At the very least she had brought herself rare honor, opening the city's wealth of experiences and pleasures to her in a way few outsiders were allowed to enjoy. She'd always liked orc culture, although in some ways, like now, they were a little too steeped in tradition for her tastes. But now enough time had finally passed and Valda had been informed that Sharn had finished recovering and would soon be of service.

A knock came at the door. "Enter," Valda called out, turning from her reflection. A couple of burly guards ushered Sharn in, the orc covered by only a thin robe, sheer enough that nothing of importance was left to the imagination. She said nothing as the doors closed behind her, avoiding Valda's eyes as the human appraised her. For a while, it was quiet.

Sharn was the first to break the silence, "Well?" She asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

Valda crossed her arms across her chest, a hand on her face as she examined Sharn thoughtfully. She had been told that tradition demanded Sharn do whatever was asked of her, no matter how humiliating, but only within the confines of the room and only for twenty four hours or until Valda's thirst had been quenched. Sharn would be examined to make sure Valda did not simply wait out the time. The barbarian looked over the orc, her dark green skin giving way to messily cropped shoulder-length black hair, her only accessories golden hooped earrings adorning her long ears. Her breasts were large and her body obviously muscular. Valda remembered from the fight that Sharn had two identical tattoos marking her as a warrior, one on the shoulder, and a larger version stretching across one side of her rear. She was tall by normal standards, but shorter than Valda, and her mouth sported the orcs' peculiar, quite prominent fangs coming from the canines of her lower jaw, poking out of her mouth and into her upper lip. It made her look pouty, Valda thought.

"Disrobe." The barbarian said. Just one word said firmly and nothing more.

Sharn complied, taking off the robe and presenting her nude body to Valda. She was entirely clean of body hair, a common custom among orcs, although she still sported a fair few marks and bruises from their fight. On top of that she had a score of older scars from a lifetime as a warrior, slashing scars across her toned lower legs and arms, and even one across her otherwise womanly right breast. Her breasts and buttocks were noticeably large and pleasingly round, the former dotted with small, dark green nipples that immediately went hard in the chill of the open air.

Valda's eyes finished scanning Sharn's body, pleased with what she found. She approached Sharn with her hands on her hips, the orc's muscles tensing reflexively. The barbarian wasn't concerned, she'd seen how the woman fought, learned her tells and knew that it was instinctual, a fear response. She came up to the orc woman, raising a hand and brushing it up against her skin, gingerly touching a bruise Valda had left on her ribs, making Sharn wince as it climbed its way to her breast, cupping it, gently squeezing and feeling the hard nipple under her fingers.

Valda was impressed so far. She pinched the orc's nipple between her pointer and middle finger as she continued to grope her breast. Sharn's cheeks went a darker green color as she looked away, trying to deny the pleasure she was getting from this, she couldn't conceal the wetness forming between her legs, her trimmed pussy glistening in the light.

Valda took Sharn's muscular arm and pulled her over to the bed. "Get on," she commanded.

Sharn cautiously climbed onto the bed and, guided by Valda's firm hand, positioned herself on all fours facing the headboard. Valda stood at the foot of the bed inspecting her quarry. She laid a hand on Sharn's ass, squeezing the firm, muscular cheek and spreading it to view her sex. So far, Sharn had yet to disappoint-Valda licked her lips at the sight of the dark green folds between her thick, defined thighs. Valda's hand fell and her fingers lightly teased the orc's womanhood, eliciting a whimper from her as the orc struggled not to outright moan.

Valda smirked and gently inserted a finger into the wet green lips, crooking it as she slowly withdrew and inserted the finger again several times, studying Sharn's face to find her sweet spots. The orc did her best to hide her responses, but her more sensitive spots broke through the facade and gave Valda what she wanted. Now, she moved another finger up and into Sharn's wet pussy, eliciting long, deep moans that only grew louder as she began to use her thumb to tease the orc's clit.

"Why don't you just fuck me already?" Sharn blurted out angrily, her face turning another shade darker as she realized what she just said.

Valda knelt onto the bed, grasping Sharn's short hair in her fist and jerking the woman's head back. Valda looked at her silently for a moment before leaning in and crushing the orc's lips beneath her own, her tongue invading the resistant woman's mouth as hers tried to escape, but again, Valda was more experienced and caught her, forcing her into a wrestling match that the orc began to melt into.

Valda came away and the orc let out a disappointed gasp, her composure briefly broken. "Fine." Valda said, stepping back and disrobing. Sharn looked back and began to turn around, "Don't move." Valda commanded as her large, round pale breasts bounced out into the air, her trimmed pussy slightly damp, already in the mood from inspecting Sharn's body. She hopped onto the bed, slapping a hand down hard on the orc's tattooed rear, and although Sharn grit her teeth to keep from yelping, Valda still got plenty of pleasure at the sight of her round, jiggling ass. That same hand came to rest between her cheeks as Valda knelt on the bed beside her, roughly feeling their way across her flesh until she reached her wet sex again, three fingers coming down and inserting themselves into Sharn's trembling hole as Valda stared at her face from over a strong green shoulder.

The other hand came down and slapped Sharn's breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples between her strong fingers. Leaning down further, Valda pressed the side of her face against Sharn's as she whispered, "Are you ready to serve me?"

"F-fine!"

"Fine?" Valda repeated, her hot breath on the orc's neck.

"Y-y-yes... please," Sharn stuttered.

"Good." She said, withdrawing her fingers and slapping her ass even harder than before. Valda got up, leaving a temporarily bewildered Sharn on the bed while she dipped into her belongings. What she held appeared relatively mundane: a ring attached to a long, stretchy silk strap. She jangled the strange device in front of Sharn's face, showing it off to the confused orc. "Do you know what this is?" Valda asked.

"No." Sharn answered simply, a hand reaching between her legs as she squirmed, angry at Valda for making her wait.

"I got this from some friends up north, dark elves," She said as she walked up next to Sharn, "It's an enchanted device that works like so." Valda said, sliding her legs inside the strap and touching the ring, bringing her hand away to create a large, fat dildo, sighing as it's mirror image was created within her, causing a tiny clear string to drip slowly down her thigh. All as Sharn looked on, mystified.

The barbarian continued, "You just have to touch it and then you can create any size or shape cock you want. It makes the same size inside the wearer, and as you fuck someone, it vibrates inside you with the same amount of force." She leaned in close to whisper in Sharn's ear. "You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get it."

She slid behind Sharn, quickly kneeling behind her ass and grabbing the orc by her hair, jerking her head to make her look at her as she pressed the head of her cock against Sharn's wet hole. "So, the best way for you to service me," She said, putting pressure on the orc's entrance, "Is by taking it, hard." The orc whimpered in preparation for what was to come. Valda paused for dramatic effect before she thrust the cock into Sharn's wet pussy, eliciting an long, satisfied moan from the orcs lips.

Valda felt no need to pace herself. Wet slaps echoed through the room in no time at all as Valda fucked Sharn's tender slit, keeping a hand tangled in the woman's hair as she rode her deeply from behind. Picking up speed as the dildo vibrated intensely within her, Valda leaned forward, pressing her breasts against the orc's slender back, slapping her breasts again and then roughly squeezing them, licking and then biting down on the tip of Sharn's pointed ear as the orc moaned like an animal in heat. Valda's lips curled in a devilish smile, the barbarian's own libido stoked higher by the orc's horny, uncontrolled response.

Sharn moaned louder and louder, until finally she felt the urge to cum travelling throughout her entire body like a wave. But just as she was about to clench down around Valda's cock and release, the barbarian withdrew, stepping away from her temporary servant. The orc turned around, disappointed and bewildered, her ass left hanging in the air, wanting.

"I haven't cum yet, so you don't get to either." Valda answered, plain and simple. She stood in the middle of the floor and gestured to the cock as she touched it again, making it just a little bigger. "Suck it," she commanded, her lips curling ever so slightly as it grew inside her as well.

Sharn nodded and crawled over to Valda reluctantly. Her hand grasped the shaft, slippery with the orc's own juices as she pulled herself up and faced the human's wide hips. The barbarian moaned lightly as she felt the orc tug on the dildo, grabbing Sharn's hair again and prodding her face with the tip. Sharn parted her lips tentatively before she slid the thing into her mouth, going halfway down and then slowly backing her head away from it.

Valda shook her head and shoved Sharn onto it, sending her deeper until her nose pressed against Valda's skin and she began to choke a little. Like that, Valda bucked her hips back and forth as she fucked Sharn's face, the orc gagging slightly as she came down until her lips touched silk, her tongue coming out of her mouth, spittle dripping from it and onto Valda's thighs. Valda kept this up, moaning softly as she forced Sharn to deepthroat the thing until the orc began to finger herself. Once Valda noticed Sharn pleasuring herself, she pulled the cock out and pulled the orc onto her feet, throwing her on her back against the sheets.

"What's the biggest you've ever taken?" She asked.

The girl's face went a darker green again as she looked away, "I don't know, maybe ten?"

Valda touched her cock, elongating it to a full foot and adding maybe an inch to its impressive girth. Sharn looked at it with worry as Valda closed in. She braced the head of it against the orc girl's pussy, Sharn clenching the sheets in preparation before Valda's hips slammed against her with irresistible force. Sharn moaned loudly as it entered her, spreading her apart, spared only by how wet she was and how lubricated the dildo was from her mouth and pussy. Valda set to work, thrusting hard and fast, pumping her like clockwork until Sharn's lascivious body bounced back and forth in a sinful rhythm.

She moaned loudly again and again, practically screaming as she clutched her own madly bouncing breast, groping it tightly. Valda leaned in and pressed her lips against Sharn's once more, pressing her own large chest against the orc's, their sweaty bodies rubbing together as she continued to pound her. This time, Sharn was more than receptive to the kiss, drool making her dark lips glisten against Valda's. Their tongues met in the middle for an intricate dance as the green girl moaned from the pleasure of Valda ravishing her. The barbarian traced her muscle along the inside of Sharn's teeth before parting, the orc panting in response. "You like it?"

Sharn nodded.

"Good, because I'm not done." She reached down and increased the length of the cock again, and now every time she brought her hips in, she slammed it against the entrance of Sharn's womb. The shock made the orc jump and shudder, even as her now soaked thighs quivered and her legs threatened to give up from the thing's massive girth spreading her further than she'd ever been taken. Valda rolled her head back and moaned, getting serious pleasure from it now, but realizing that Sharn was once again on the edge.

Valda withdrew, making the orc whimper for more. Quickly, she rolled Sharn onto her stomach and spread her cheeks, pressing the cock to her rear entrance.

"Wait, not there, I've never taken anything nearly that big!" Sharn pleaded, her eyes wide open and holding one hand out as she panicked.

Valda thrust in, accompanied by an agonized squeal followed by whimpering gasps from Sharn. She leaned down and whispered, "Now you have." Then she began slowly pumping the orc's ass as the orcs eyes began to water, her lips curling sadistically at the sound of moans escaping Sharn's lips in ever-increasing volume. 

This was more satisfying, but Valda still needed more as she reached down and yet again increased the size, albeit slightly, Valda's own tight lips stretched out far to accommodate her weapon of choice. Sharn gasped and moaned louder in response, her tender muscles constricting heavily around the cock as if they were trying to milk it. Valda laughed-she was getting close, but it was kind of fun making the orc squirm. Slowing her pace, she reached out and played with the orc's breasts, flicking one of the hard, small nipples with her fingernail before grabbing Sharn's hand and pulling it between her own legs. "Rub this," Valda said, making Sharn stimulate her by fingering the barbarian's clitoris, getting off a little bit at the orc's frustration at coming down from another near-orgasm. "Nope," she said as the orc tried to rub her own green breasts. "The only body you can please is mine." Sharn glared back up at her for a second, but then embarrassed herself by reaching out to feel one of Valda's breasts, her upper lip disappearing beneath her big lower teeth as she bit it and turned her head to avoid meeting the human's mocking eyes. 

Valda chuckled, then bit her own lip as she felt Sharn's fingers brush her nipples and clitoris just so. "Alright!" she announced, suddenly dragging out of Sharn's tight back door and pushing into her glittering wet sex one last time, stretching it out even further than before and falling on top of Sharn with the weight of her entire body. Valda raised her hips and began to ruthlessly pound the orc over and over again, one hand holding down by her shoulders while the other first squeezed her neck, then ran up and shut her mouth with the flat of her palm, Valda enjoying the sound of her labored breathing and muffled screams of pleasure.

"C-c-c-cum d-d-damn you!!" Sharn screamed in torture and ecstasy as Valda withdrew her hand and hammered her more and more, both of their bodies shaking out of her control. As if on cue, Valda finally came with her, letting the juices from both women shoot out from Valda's thighs to Sharn's heaving chest. Valda groaned as her muscles contracted over the dildo inside her, vibrating furiously against her own soft walls. As the orgasm passed, she withdrew from Sharn, spanking her yet again and harder than before, the orc yelping in response as Valda sat on the edge of the bed, throwing her messed up hair behind her and taking a moment to regain her composure.

Turning with interest to the orc still twitching on the bed, Valda slid two fingers between her shaking thighs and into the orc's quivering green pussy. Oohing at the amount of cum sticking to her as she slid it out, she leaned forward and pushed her wet fingers into Sharn's mouth to make her taste it, the orc readily lapping up the juices like a hungry dog.

"That was alright," Valda said. "For round one." 

Sharn whimpered.

Barbarian Legends Ch. 02



The sky was clear and sapphire blue, the fresh air loaded with the scent of seawater and tropical fruit. The sun's warm light sparkled off the crystal blue water of the bay, a perfect reflection of the sky save for the few white clouds lazily roaming the beautiful expanse. Waves lapped against the sandy beach at a soothing pace as the sound of the island's villagers carried happily through the air over the well-maintained, if primitive dock. But for the beautiful woman sitting naked on the edge, there was no village, only the peaceful, almost yearning calm of the ocean.

This was the island of the Maratou, unknown to most foreigners because of geographic isolation and native trickery. But, somewhere in the dark haired amazon's brash personality and lascivious figure, the volcanic-island dwellers had seen a little bit of themselves. And so she was now present via special invitation for the Grand Festival, her talents desired for one of the its annual rituals. A particularly popular event as far as island rituals go, it was meant to foster the younger generation's sexuality and a healthy amount of their hot-blooded nature. Another ritual celebrated more domestic virtues afterwards, but Valda held no interest in that and the villagers had no use for her in it.

The sweet fruits of this island were an incredible aphrodisiac, critical to the ritual and improving the islanders' stamina, both sexual and otherwise. The smell of all the recently harvested fruit was enough to make the inhabitants of the island a little friskier than normal, and that had an even greater effect on Valda, which was why the well-endowed amazon currently sat on the docks to refresh herself, with a slight breeze coming in from the ocean and with it, fresher air. Still, it was hard to wait for the festival to come as it was nearly a week away and promised a long night and part of a day, perhaps longer, of passion with some of the world's most well-endowed people.

Her feet dipped into the water, a brightly colored fish appearing every now and again to inspect her toes before darting away again. The barbarian woman, laying there with her tan, smooth skin exposed beautifully to the sun and warm breeze, was beginning to feel like taking a dip. Her gear and clothes (if you could really call them that) were left in the hut designated for her, one she shared with two young men and a young woman, all having just come of age and eager for their first festival. Valda's present task (although she was currently relieved of it, due to the timely help of a friend) was, ironically, to keep their virtues intact for now with the promise of something greater-her own body-in the future. It was a boring chore that she only endured because she too was promised a future gift. Besides enjoying herself thoroughly in the festival, she was allowed to freely stock up on local goods, from jewelry to helpful concoctions made from the alluring fruit. It was her price for returning to the island every year, so in the end she didn't mind babysitting.

Something caught Valda's eye as it approached her feet. Leaning over the water to get a better look, she almost slid off the pier as her hands grabbed the wood and her eyes went wide with shock. She thought she saw a woman, and more than that, one that didn't appear to be holding her breath. She slid her legs out from under her as she prepared to dive in to the girl's rescue. 

That was when she saw the blue tail that stretched from the woman's hips down past where her feet should be. This mermaid had fair skin and long, literally flowing, blonde hair. Her eyes were a deep blue and her full lips were ruby red. Her breasts were considerable, perhaps even larger than Valda's (although it was hard to tell through the water), and she looked up to the barbarian with a hopeful smile. Still, Valda's eyes were glued to her tail, with its iridescent blue scales, shining green when the light hit it just so, ending in a wide, gently flowing fin, waving slowly back and forth to keep her in a single position beneath the waves.

She reached her hand out and beckoned to Valda, but the barbarian was still shocked by the fantastic creature's sudden appearance. Yet as she glanced back at the village, Valda realized she still had an entire week's worth of temptations to deal with. Plus she'd been feeling like a swim anyways. She looked back, still hesitating. Her smoldering dark eyes met the mermaid's shimmering blues. Valda shrugged, stood up to take one last look at the clear blue sky, and dove in with a foamy white splash.

The water was just a little cold on her skin, but quite refreshing, and Valda adjusted fairly quickly. Now all was silent but for the sound of the ocean. Valda expected to hear the mermaid talk, but she simply looked at Valda with joy. She was obviously happy the woman had joined her in the water, but she didn't appear to have the words to say so. Valda looked down at herself for a moment, looking past her toes to see the depth of the water, about fifteen feet but clear enough that she had been able to see the bottom from the pier. She looked back up to find the mermaid's face nearly blocking her field of vision, then felt her smooth skin gently pressing against her as the mermaid grabbed her head and brought their lips together. Against her efforts, the surprise kiss forced water into Valda's mouth and she began coughing soundlessly. However, she was not drowning, to her amazement the water gently filled her lungs as she felt the mermaid's arms gently cradling her hips. The remaining air came out in bubbles as she began to inhale and exhale normally.

It slowly dawned on her the mermaid's kiss had granted her the ability to breathe underwater. Her lungs heavy with liquid instead of air, she began to slowly sink, but the mermaid caught her hand and gently kept her afloat, waving her tail to compensate for the both of them. She giggled silently, turning around to place the warrior's hands around her neck before beginning to swim.

Valda realized with some alarm that the mermaid was quite intent on taking her out to sea, whatever that entailed. She also realized that they were fast approaching the coral reef around the island. Would they stop there? Valda took a deep breath in through her nose and was overcome with the smell of salt. It didn't smell bad, necessarily, but it was strong and because the smell of the sea had been masked by the fruit harvest, it hit her hard. It took her a while to adjust, and by then the mermaid was slowing down. They had reached the outskirts of the reef. The mermaid found a clean patch of sand and gently allowed Valda to dismount, simply letting go and allowing the amazon to drift down until her feet hit the sand, the impact making a small white cloud around her toes.

It was marvelous. Valda's technically drowned but quite healthy state let her walk along the ocean floor, her long dark locks flowing behind her as she looked around. More than just the circumstances were surreal, her ears picked up no sound but the gentle rhythm of the ocean itself. It had plenty of color, though, as bright coral stood out against gray rock and brightly colored fish swam close enough to see every detail, but darting away as she reached out to touch them. Valda could feel the water flow around her, sometimes feeling nothing, but other times acting like a slight, but somehow filling breeze as the waves of the ocean rolled a good thirty feet overhead. The sand felt wet, of course, but it was a unique feeling, the wet sand against the water as she wiggled her toes. Everything felt clean, but naturally so. It felt like standing on the far end of a rainbow.

The mermaid swam down, circling Valda, her fingers tracing the woman's skin as it became apparent what she was after. Fortunately, this mermaid was no virgin Maratou, so Valda-who was more than willing-was happy to oblige. She smiled as she took the mermaid's face between her hands and pulled her in for another kiss, a real one this time, deep and aggressively sexual. When they parted, the mermaid blushed and Valda could clearly see that somewhere along the way, the scales between her hips had parted, exposing her comfortingly human-looking sex. It was cute and inviting, Valda thought, and entirely bald except a few tiny scales that thinly peppered the area above like the stubble of a recently (but not freshly) shaved human.

She swam in for another kiss, which Valda accepted, but her mind was elsewhere. She'd spent so much time already with the Maratou helping the younger ones keep it in their pants, she could hardly contain herself at the chance of getting her own release. Her hands danced down the mermaid's skin and came quietly to her womanhood, quickly but gently spreading the lips with her pointer and ring finger while the middle one began massaging her. The sea girl parted from the kiss in surprise, silently gasping as her cheeks turned beet red, biting her lip as she let it happen.

Valda's eyes strayed to the pale orbs hanging delicately from the mermaid's chest, her free hand sliding up and squeezing one within her between her fingers. The pale skin was so soft, so pliant in her hands as the sea girl squirmed in her grasp. The mermaid's lips parted as if in a moan, and she wrapped her arms around Valda's neck as the barbarian had her way with the sensitive flesh. Suddenly she swam higher, pulling Valda's groping hand off her breast but leaving her sex at eye level. She looked down nervously, a hint of desperation in her eyes before Valda gave her what she wanted, leaning in and pressing her lips against the beckoning sheath.

Valda's fingers kept the lips parted as her tongue danced over the mermaid's clit, then moved down over her soft flesh to circle her entrance, then went back and battered the button again. So far, the mermaid had been pleasantly forward, but Valda wasn't ready to give her the pleasure of penetration just yet. She ravaged the woman's clit, but kept her tongue from entering her spread hole, just teasing it and nothing more. The mermaid's hand came up and pressed on the back of Valda's head, trying to pull her in, her mouth open in silent moans, her tail flicking every so often from the pleasure.

Valda may not have been able to hear her, but she could tell that the mermaid was close to orgasm-she was sensitive, and seemed to have gone without pleasure for a long while. Valda stopped, her mouth parting from the sea maid's lower lips, depriving that bundle of nerves from her sensual tongue as she slowly, very slowly, took a step back and away from the mermaid. The mermaid looked confused and hurt, she didn't understand why Valda cut her off and her deep blue eyes searched for answers in Valda's own. 

Valda returned the look, but then answered by glancing down to her own body. The mermaid nodded and swam around Valda in a circle, coming in lower until she floated on her back between her legs. She rested her tail on the sand, lifting Valda's legs up, a thigh in each hand as she slowly brought her face to the warrior's womanhood. To help, the barbarian brought one of her own hands down, spreading her tender pink lips and blushing slightly in anticipation. The mermaid looked a little nervous, eyes glancing up to meet Valda's before looking at the task at hand.

Finally, she leaned in and pressed her lips around Valda' button, sucking on it with a force greater than Valda could have ever expected from such a gentle looking creature. That suction just seemed so much greater underwater than it had in air-Valda instantly arched her back and bucked her hips, although no sound came as she moaned with mouth wide open. The mermaid worked her hard with her ruby lips but while it was driving the barbarian crazy, it wasn't enough to bring an experienced lover like Valda to orgasm by itself, although it was clearly better than most could do based on her wild response.

Valda tried to nudge the mermaid's head lower, but the aquatic girl's timidity had vanished and she merely looked up at the land-dweller with a raised eyebrow, her lips still pressed to the barbarian's spread pussy. She refused to go down to Valda's own hole and the barbarian let out a soundless sigh, shrugging her muscled shoulders. She'd done the same to her, it was only fair. She placed her hands on the mermaid's arms and took her off of her womanhood, standing in front of her again and leaning in for a kiss.

Valda knew the way to compromise, and when she parted from that kiss, tried to swim a little bit, finding that she was still as fast as ever, but that she had a tendency to sink rather than float. Still she managed to swim up, then back around, sliding upside down under her lover as she brought her face to the mermaid's lower lips and wrapped herself in place with her arms and legs, her own hungry sex now right where the mermaid needed it. The sea-dweller immediately did her part, catching Valda's thighs with her arms, although their weight made them begin to drift down until Valda's back gently hit the sand, the mermaid floating easily above her.

Now, Valda's tongue flitted over the mermaid's clit one last time, stopping just short of pressing inside her eager hole while she felt the mermaid do the same. Starting slowly and surely, but then in a sudden surge of energy, they plunged their tongues into one another, mirroring each other like synchronized swimmers. Then it really began. Valda's hot tongue penetrated deeply, wiggling around with abandon, defying the mermaid's surprisingly tight walls before retreating and coming back up to suck on her little bundle of nerves. She went deeper and deeper, tonguing her like there was no tomorrow, pushing the back of the mermaid's tail where her ass would be to pull the mermaid's body tighter while she did the best she could to emulate Valda and keep up with the barbarian's sheer intensity.

Their pleasure began mounting as their tongues ravaged one another. The mermaid, although shy at first, seemed to be learning, no longer following Valda's lead, instead reacting to the barbarian's sensitive spots and targeting those areas. Soon, Valda was right on the edge of orgasm, just a little more and she could finally purge herself of all her built up needs. She felt the mermaid's body and walls clench around her tongue, she was cumming, and not just a little. Valda felt a flood of warmer juices hit her face, the sweet taste and smell bringing her even closer. Just a little more! But suddenly she felt the mermaid's weight shoot out of her grip, in an instant she was gone, and Valda's legs fell down and hit the sand in soft white explosions. Rolling to her knees and looking around in confusion, she saw that a merman was floating not ten feet away, his face looking just as shocked as hers after being robbed of her hard-earned climax.

The mermaid had rushed over to him, communicating via body language, frantically trying to apologize, or to explain herself. Valda couldn't quite understand them, but it seemed as though Valda had unintentionally made herself a homewrecker-this was definitely the mermaid's mate, or betrothed, or something along those lines. Was he not able to satisfy her? Perhaps, but it didn't look like it was from a lack of the equipment-some spread scales and a very prominent, blue-tipped erection made Valda wonder how long he had been floating there. That was when she put two and two together. The woman had obviously been inexperienced, judging by how nervous she had been at first, and how she had copied Valda's movements in the beginning. Valda figured that maybe these water-dwellers were conservative about their sex lives, and that, unable to turn to this man for whatever reason, the mermaid had come to Valda with an itch she needed scratched.

That in of itself was fine, Valda didn't mind being "used." But, damn it, she hadn't cum yet and that was unacceptable. Still, the sudden arrival of the male was intriguing- if somehow she could get him to join them, it would be even better than having her orgasm when she had wanted it. The two were embroiled in what appeared to be an argument, both flushed faces and both seemingly aroused despite themselves. Valda wasn't the most subtle person, what with it suiting neither her personality nor her profession, so she confidently made her way over to the couple. They noticed her fairly quickly, but continued arguing, knowing that Valda wouldn't understand or even hear their language. That's when she took a firm grasp of the merman's member and began stroking, her hand running up and down his firm, thick shaft, her finger rubbing against the tip as she smiled then looked down as she started stroking back and forth faster and faster.

That stopped their bickering. They looked shocked, this time the mermaid more than the merman. Clearly, he was enjoying himself despite his reservations, but that wasn't the problem. He still looked stunned and whatever society he was from just didn't have an answer to this. Valda didn't stop stroking until his cock was rock hard, then she stilled, gently pressing her thumb against the precum-leaking tip before releasing him. Looking them both in the eyes, one at a time, she kicked off with one foot, gently floating back to where her and the mermaid had been earlier, beckoning to them.

The merman gave the mermaid a look, his shoulder length black hair flowing behind him as his green eyes met her blues and he smirked mischieviously. If what she wanted was to bring a third person into their bedroom, then he supposed he'd give it a try. He swam to Valda, who embraced him eagerly, kissing him and caressing his manly cheek as her hand went back down to his member, stroking it once again.

The mermaid looked on with an hanging jaw as Valda slowly laid down in the sand, legs and womanhood spread for the merman, biting her lip and urging him on with a simple look and bat of her eyes. He eagerly came down and guided his huge cock to the entrance of Valda's wet hole, his blue shield spreading her swollen pink lips. With a single, somewhat rough thrust he entered her, and both let out a silent moan, Valda wrapping her arms around his thick biceps and arching her back, her long hair flowing in a wide arc behind her as she rolled back her head. The mermaid swam over, worry covering her face. This was not what she had intended, her plan had backfired horribly. What was she to do?

The merman began thrusting more, settling into a steady rhythm, showing impressive stamina and skill for someone who very likely did not get regular release. Valda's dark eyes met the mermaid's as her body rocked underneath his, an expression of pleasure meeting one of worry. She beckoned to the woman with one hand-Valda wanted both at the same time. But the mere thought was too much for the mermaid, whose horrified gaze went back and forth between her man and her mistress. She shook her head. Valda shrugged and wrapped her hands around the merman's neck, kissing him deeply as his deep thrusts bounced her floating breasts up against his wide chest and buried her back deeper in the sand. Now, they were going to put on a show for the mermaid until she decided to quit being a spectator.

He kept thrusting and she bucked her hips against him, until the ocean was alive with the dull sound of her flesh slapping against his smooth scales. Valda ran her hands along the muscular flesh of the merman, entranced by his beautiful pale white and blue body, finding one hand tangled in his dark locks as he continued pounding her. She urged him faster, finding that merpeople were talented at intuiting body language. Soon, the slaps echoed loudly and white sand was floating in every direction around them as Valda's body shook from the pressure. She clung tightly to him, getting thrust deep and hard, filled up and, as his pace reached its peak, closing in on satisfaction. She could forget the other girl now-she was finally going to have her release and she didn't need the stuffy, cockless mermaid to do it. She was almost there, she could feel her walls constricting over his hard rod in advance, she was ready, she was so close, then he was gone.




Barbarian Legends Ch. 02



She looked to where he was and saw that the mermaid had come and hurled him off of her. This wasn't fair! Valda bared her teeth for a moment as she saw the two sharing an intimate kiss and loving, apologetic gestures among themselves. It seemed they were almost ready to leave Valda there and head off for some natural, mermaid to merman sex without her. This, the barbarian could not, would not stand for. She kicked off with both feet to swim over to them, taking their hair in her hands and hauling them to her, one at a time, kissing them deeply. If they didn't get the message then, Valda was prepared to head back into the village, take a big bite of fruit and ravage her way through town like a man-eating tiger.

In a moment, Valda had convinced the two to please her, not that they really had a choice. Then Valda was on her hands and knees in the sand with the mermaid below her, sucking her clit again and penetrating her pussy with her tongue while the merman's hard member laid in her mouth, massaged by Valda's capable tongue, sucked gently in her full pink lips. He thrust back and forth, Valda taking in his entire length with gusto as she held the mermaid's head to her crotch with one hand as the other played with her own breasts.

The merman held either side of Valda's face and gently thrust his member into her, following the urging of Valda's tongue and eyes, all while the mermaid suckled her tender button and dipped her tongue into her tight folds. The mermaid used one hand to play with Valda's breast and the other to finger herself, and all three squirmed and writhed in pleasure in an attempt to please Valda. This position wasn't quite doing it for her, though and she soon rearranged the couple around her.

Pushing the merman onto his back, Valda straddled his tail with his throbbing cock inside of her as the mermaid lay over his face, her wet sex on display for him. She soundlessly moaned in pleasure, licking both his cock and Valda's clit at once as she hopped up and down on him. He, too, was inexperienced, but a quick learner and soon was targeting his lover's sweet spots, penetrating her with what Valda noticed was an especially long tongue.

Valda felt herself on the edge again. She couldn't suppress her paranoia, however, and it was putting her off. She wanted to cum so badly. What would interrupt her this time? She looked around, eyes scanning the reef, looking for something, anything that might interrupt her orgasm. Valda was so intent on avoiding interruption, that her actual climax caught her by surprise, and she had to furiously grind herself to milk more pleasure out of it. However, the merman had emptied his warm seed into her and now lay panting uselessly as his lover sucked and licked up the mix of cum flowing out of Valda into the clear water, his member growing flaccid even inside Valda's tight, filled walls.

That was not satisfying enough, there would have to be more.

Hours passed and Valda finally got herself real, fulfilling orgasm. A few actually. They made love continuously, sometimes with Valda taking it, sometimes the mermaid, occasionally both of them just using their mouths to stir the male to further action. The next time Valda had a thought that wasn't about sex, she found herself panting, laying alongside her two lovers on-was she on the back of a giant sea turtle? She concluded that she was. She looked at the island some distance away as the sun set on the horizon, the waves splashing against her feet as the two sea creatures cuddled against her on either side. Valda coughed up some water and took in a breath of air. She looked at the mermaid, breathing heavily as the woman was fast falling asleep, her body spent, her scales glistening and her long blonde hair laying wet against the back of the turtle.

On her other side lay the merman, his scales glistened as well, but with a few white marks here and there that Valda and the mermaid had missed. His scales, she noticed, were much darker than the mermaids and Valda wondered briefly whether or not he was from a deeper part of the sea, considering his paler skin. He hadn't fallen asleep yet, but he, too, was coming close.

Valda sighed and looked up into the sky. The water lapped at the edge of the turtle's shell like it were a raft, no sound otherwise save for a slight breeze overhead. The smell of the ocean was stronger than before she'd dove in, but far less salty than it had been in the ocean itself. The sky was red and orange, the beautiful hue of the sunset contrasting with the vivid colours she had experienced below. Valda would have to wake up the couple and get them to take her back, there was no telling what the young Maratou had done while she was gone.

"Well, I can take mermaid off my list now," she said to herself, laying back and enjoying the gentle sound of the waves.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 03



It started with a scream.

Valda was traveling through the Endless Canyons, an appropriately named expanse of nearly uninhabited sandrock beds, carved by ancient rivers only a few of which remained. She was resting under a gnarly tree by one such stream, cursing the hot sun as she tried to figure out if she was lost in this dry maze of stone and brush.

She sprung up immediately, grabbing her sword from where it had been leaning against the tree. Another cry pierced the calm air, and Valda realized that it came from just over the nearest orange slope. She flew up the dusty side of the scarp, coming down to her hands as she peeked over the top, and for good reason-she thought she heard a roar. 

Unfortunately, she was right.

Valda could just make out the screamer: a tall, thin-looking woman, who had found temporary refuge in a jumble of immense stones. But she barely took note of her-she was far too busy taking in her monstrous attacker. A gigantic, bipedal saurian with a face full of spikes and teeth was gnashing at the gaps in the rocks, slowly crushing them or rolling them out of the way as it tore its way towards the terrified woman. 

Valda took a few quiet steps closer, eyeing the monster from above for some clue on how to bring it down. Her sword would be nearly useless, judging by the thickness of its scales. That left only the two hand axes at her side. Fortunately, she had a temporary advantage in height. Valda ran across the cliffside until she was almost directly above the beast, putting away her sword and taking one of her wicked looking axes in each hand. 

The girl below was just seconds from death, the hot breath of the giant lizard filling her nostrils with the smell of blood and rotten meat. She closed her eyes and tried to accept her fate-when suddenly Valda sprang off the side of the cliff and landed on the monster's back, locking her legs across its neck as if riding on horseback. Valda knew that her strength on its own couldn't pierce through its armor, but she saw that its scales were laid in a particular direction-meaning that with the right angle she could strike between them. With an enormous heave, she sent one of her axes between the scales under the base of its monstrous skull. The beast reared back with a mighty roar, enraged by the pain and the distraction from its quarry. The wound was not deep, but the ax was planted firmly in it's neck.

Now, it bounded furiously around the clearing, trying to buck Valda off, ignoring the woman still cowering in the rocks. Valda aimed her next ax carefully, doing her best to overcome her body thrashing around as the creature jerked like a wild bull. It came down just next to the first, forcing the scales even further apart. A thick red spray of blood splashed onto Valda as she pulled out the first axe and did the same thing yet again, the third blow leaving a clear gash in its hard armor, the axes holding it open like surgical pliers.

Now was her chance to try something decisive before she was thrown off and stomped like a rat. Decisive-and absolutely insane. But it was the only chance she had. Keeping one hand on an axe handle for balance, she reached for her sword and wrapped it under her arm, her hand holding the dull bottom portion of her long blade with the guard stuck between the muscles of her arm and shoulder like a crutch. Swinging her hips to get as much momentum as she could, she thrust the point into the center of the gash, gaining a few inches as the beast started bucking even more wildly, its eyes filled with rage. Valda's rear was lifted completely off the thing's back for a terrifying second-she was running out of time. She released the axe as her chest slammed into the back of the beast's thick neck, nearly knocking the wind out of her and making her bite her lip as she leaned over, punching the sword deeper by slamming the hilt with the flat of her palm before grabbing the guard from both sides and using her arms to saw it in deeper. Second by second, it went a little further in, all while she felt her grip on the beast slipping, her time running out. 

Finally the beast's angry bucking turned into wild, uncontrolled spasms, which grew weaker and weaker as the blood-soaked barbarian pressed the tip of her blade into its spinal cord. It ceased roaring, and Valda leapt off as it buckled and fell on its side, paralyzed and dying. Valda watched it, almost moved to pity by its last moments as she stood up, legs still shaking and laid a hand against the canyon wall, somewhat amazed that she survived.

The other woman crawled out of the rocks and stumbled over to greet her saviour. Her dark brown dreadlocks hung down to her wiry shoulders, and her thin body was tall, but not exactly built like an athlete, more like a gangly bookworm or scribe that had somehow gotten lost out here in the wilderness. The woman looked at the blood-splattered Valda with astonished, admiring green eyes as she approached the bloodied and panting barbarian, "I-I have to thank you. You saved my life, that was incredible!"

Valda acknowledged her with a wave of the hand before stumbling over to the fresh carcass to retrieve her weapons. Wrapping her hands across the handles one at a time, she strained her arms and pulled the axes out one at a time before gingerly starting to pull on her sword, taking care to keep pull absolutely straight. Her efforts were for naught, however, and with a quick, anticlimactic crack, her sword broke, and half of it slid out with a gross schlick. Valda held it up, staring at for a moment before tossing it aside with revulsion. 

Valda let out a string of curses that would curdle milk as she sat down on the dead beast's limp leg. Now all she had was her axes-it was hard to even fashion spears with the dry, twisted wood of these heat-blasted canyons. How long would it be before she could replace her sword? And what if she came across another monster? She was proud of her skill with the axe, but she was still a swordswoman at heart.

Her cursing had evidently spooked her rescuee. When Valda finally turned to the nervously staring stranger, she fell backwards, landing on her back.

Valda raised an eyebrow at the woman. All things considered, the woman was relatively attractive, only she obviously didn't have it together. While she was young and had a striking face, her clothes were tatters and she had a generally shifty, slightly unfed look. It reminded Valda of the small urchins she sometimes saw in larger cities, although the woman didn't appear to be starving or anything. "I don't suppose you're from a nearby village?"

The woman awkwardly stood up and brushed herself off. "I-I'm sorry, but afraid not." She muttered.

Valda went back to ignoring her, now examining the large amounts of blood drying across her body with disgust.

"Um, it's a cabin, not a village, but I don't live far from here, why don't we go and get that blood off of you? I can at least offer you a bath and a meal," offered the dusky stranger.

Valda examined herself through the reflection of one of her axes. Even her face was partially covered in dinosaur blood. She sighed.

"Yeah, alright. That sounds good," Valda said with a resigned tone. It had been a long day.

She smiled nervously, "G-good. My name's Grendy, I'll show you the way."

Valda's eyebrow raised again.

Grendy sighed. "Yeah, like the monster. I'm just a human, though. A sorceress, but still, there's no reason to worry."

Now Valda was interested. A spellcaster... maybe she could come in handy after all.

The sorceress lived in cleverly hidden cabin built inside a twisting ravine. The facade, such as it was, looked like a delapitaded shack, with just a wooden front and roof, the walls on both side just being the cavern walls. Indoors, however, it was surprisingly roomy, and comfortably cool compared to the heat outside. Grendy's home was built next to and partially above an underground river, the hot water of which the witch had somehow channeled into running indoors through fissures in her rock walls. Conveniently shaped stones formed a "sink" in the main area, although Valda could hear much more running in the next room, which she correctly guessed was where Grendy bathed. Grendy led her into this bathroom, which was quite decadent as far as cabins in monster-infested wastelands were concerned-several founts of hot water emptied into a large recess in the floor, which flowed back into the wall through cracks on the bottom. Valda merely had to walk down a roughly hewn staircase in the water and she could enjoy a nicely heated bath. 

While the barbarian was bathing, Grendy prepared herself to properly host her guest, starting by cleaning herself off with the sink. Valda was definitely upset about her broken sword, and on the way back, the enchantress realized she might be able to do something about that. It almost slipped her mind, but now Grendy was almost certain she was going to remedy that problem for the barbarian-she just needed to check her rescuer for certain qualities first, lest she waste a valuable gift.

Valda came out in one of Grendy's robes, her formerly blood-stained laundry hanging outside to dry (which probably wouldn't take terribly long, considering Valda hardly wore anything). She found Grendy in a fresh white robe, sitting cross-legged in a meditative pose next to a pentagram she had just drawn onto the floor.

"What's going on?" Valda asked with a cautious tone, giving the arcane symbol a wide berth.

"I-I wanted to thank you for what you did." 

"How's that?" Valda asked, still wary, more than aware that strange magic sometimes had dire consequences. Maybe there was a reason this woman lived like an outcast... maybe she was dangerous.

"Well," Grendy blushed, "My magic. I can use it on you-I mean, you can use it for... release, if you're interested."

"Oh?" Valda asked, intrigued. She had been traveling alone for a while at this point. While there were few people more independent that weren't outright hermits, going this long without stopping at any kind of settlement... she was getting tired of fingering herself before bed as her only outlet. And now that she had a good look at her, this spindly hostess of hers was more than acceptable-not the loveliest creature Valda had been with, but quite fetching, especially now that she had cleaned herself up.

"Yeah. Well. If you don't me to do it, I won't-I mean obviously I wont! B-but I wanted to offer." She looked down and scratched her messy head, blushing.

"No, I want to try it." Valda said immediately. "It'll be a good way to repay me, I think."

That made Grendy smile, although her cheeks were still red. Valda had to smile, this girl was just so awkward. "Alright, step into the center of the pentagram, please. Oh... but first, take your clothes off."

Valda nodded, sliding off the robe as she took a few steps forward. "Ready when you are," she said huskily, running one hand through her freshly cleaned hair, her still-damp body immediately covering with goosebumps, nipples hardening as they were exposed to the cool air.

"W-wow. I mean, alright." Grendy slid off her own robes and put them behind her before resuming her meditative pose. She wasn't wearing any underwear-Valda got to take a nice, close look at her completely in the nude before began muttering a strange incantation.

Grendy was pale, her breasts small but perky, ending in dusky nipples that went hard almost immediately. She didn't have much fat on her body, but not much muscle either, leaving her quite thin overall, with prominent hip and collar bones. Beneath her belly button, Valda could see her she had nearly shaved off her dark bush, her freshly trimmed state leaving her small slit exposed to the air as well.

"Dia ruoy em dnel, dliw dna tsul fo stirips! Nodnaba dna evol fo uoy ot etubirt sreffo hctiw elbmuh siht," Grendy began, closing her eyes and speaking deliberately, apparently having to concentrate quite hard on saying the right words. Valda felt her hair standing up on the back of her head, the air in the room suddenly felt thick with electricity. 

Suddenly Grendy stuck two fingers between her legs, dipping them into her sex with a light gasp before slowly pulling them back out. She reached forward and touched the pentagram with her damp fingers...

The dark room suddenly filled with light as the pentagram flashed and erupted in a burst of fire. But while Valda felt the wind and heat flash across her face, it didn't burn. She looked back and saw Grendy stand up, eyes fluttering open and meeting hers before continuing the incantation, the design underneath Valda's feet continuing to glow.

"Stirips ho! Ecneserp ruoy fo wonk tuls siht tel!" Valda peered at the sorceress as her hair was flung around as it caught in a strong, warm wind. She could not understand the words, but, somehow, they felt familiar. 

Suddenly, Valda felt something brushing against her smooth skin. Then a lot of somethings. She looked down, gasping in amazement as she saw small glimpses of light dashing across her skin like fireflies. They looked like transparent, golden fingers, winking in and out of existence, but Valda could feel them rubbing up and down her body. The touch of strong hands hovering for a few seconds over her shoulders, massaging her firmly but gently. A fingertip brushing the tip of her nipple. A palm stroking her thighs. All ephemeral... but so real, so comforting. She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly as she found herself relaxing, letting herself just be touched, feeling warm and wanted.

Grendy's eyes flashed open again, and she smiled in excitement at seeing the chant work as intended. Clapping her hands together, she happily-and much less carefully-continued.

"Stirips thgirla! Wolf seciuj esoht ekam s'tel!" She practically shouted, arms held up dramatically, then opened her eyes again and leaned forward, hands on her knees, staring between Valda's legs to watch the results.

But nothing happened. At least, not where Grendy was looking. Valda, meanwhile, started to moan as her chest began to feel heavier and heavier. Then they started to move as the flickering hands began groping them and playing with them almost to the exclusion of the rest of her as they slowly swelled in size, Valda's nipples stretching tenderly as she blushed and bit her lip at the strange sensation. Finally, just as Grendy looked up and noticed what was going on, a glowing finger and thumb appeared around Valda's hard, swollen nipple and pinched it roughly-squeezing white milk into the air and dripping it at Valda's feet. 

"What did you do that for?" Valda moaned through flushed cheeks as she felt both of her swollen breasts being used, squirting milk into the air one at a time, then together while she wiggled in place, panting, stomach heaving as she breathed heavily, having never experienced anything like it before. 

"I'm sorry-I must have been too vague!" Grendy bit her lip-the strange sight turning her on, making her own sex drip with excitement. But she wasn't lying when she continued. "I just meant to make you really wet!"

"Don't cast spells on me if you don't know what you're doing!" Valda said angrily before gasping and closing her eyes, feeling two fingers from nowhere slide into her now wet pussy just as more milk was drawn from her now incredibly sensitive breasts. 

"I'm so sorry!" Grendy fretted as Valda's angry words echoed through her ears. "Wait a second: Don't-of course! That'll work!" Grendy nearly jumped for joy, having figured out the perfect way to please Valda without using the barbarian as a guinea pig. She jumped onto the glowing symbol, grabbing Valda's shoulders and gently pushing her out before pressing her palms together and lowering her head as if in prayer, still smiling in excitement.

"Stirips ho! Emit tsal eno pleh ruoy em tnarg! Revol tcefrep a otni epahs ym egnahc!"

Valda stood there in confusion, hands holding her leaky breasts, as the witch chanted the strange words. The light from the floor glew brighter and brighter, as if it was building up to an explosion of magical energy. She felt herself starting to panic as Grendy's thin body started floating up into the air, and the witch's green eyes disappeared into glowing orbs of light. Her dreadlocks whipped about wildly, writhing like snakes-and starting to grow, to change into something else. Some of them came all the way down to the floor, growing thicker and thicker until they looked like the roots of a great tree, their size keeping the witch suspended as she stopped levitating. Her body itself kept its generally shape, but everything seemed heightened-her wiry arms seemed to have more muscle, her hips seemed wider, and Valda could swear she was even a few inches taller. The slight imperfections of her face and body symmetry had disappeared, and her jawline became angular, her chin coming out almost to a point. 

But none of that compared to the hair. With the roots of the new creature firmly in place, the rest of her.. tendrils took other shapes, each unique, but some quite similar. A few grew into sharp tips, tentacles to be used for grasping, holding, and even spanking. Some ended with dark mouths with strangely colored lips, others were simply suckers, Valda even saw a few tongues whittling about. But the biggest, the thickest, had solidified into the familiar, thick-shielded shape of cocks-although they were much bigger and more imposing than any man's.

Valda backed away in fear, leaning flat against the wall as several tentacles floated through the air at her. A fat dick floated towards her at eye level, seemingly staring her down as it leaked grey pre into the air, distracting her while a wide, mouth-like tendril came beside her head extended its long, fork-tipped tongue to run a single long, wet lick up the side of her cheek. Valda gulped and looked at Grendy's face one more time; Grendy looked back at her, eyes glowing bright as her mouth opened, revealing long white fangs as her tongue rolled out, wiggling all the way down to her the monster's collar bone.

Time to leave. Valda sprang from the wall, the distraction of her heavy, dripping chest suddenly forgotten as her survival instincts kicked and she bounded across the room straight for the door. 

Too late. A long, thick rope wrapped whipped around her legs like a lasso, the flat edge beating against her round tush with a loud thwap as it locked her knees together, letting her fall face-forward to the ground before dragging her unceremoniously back across the floor.

"Shit!" Valda shouted as her fingernails left long scratches in the floor, her smushed breasts leaking two uneven white trails between the grooves as she was roughly pulled back and tossed into a corner like a doll. By the time she recovered it was too late to avoid being surrounded by tentacles. Two shot around her legs, wrapping her up from the ankles to the knees and lifting her upside down into the air. They turned her to face what used to be Grendy as she tried to kick free, banging her fists uselessly against the thick, vine-like tendrils. 

The creature wouldn't have any of it. Valda yelped at the sharp stings as two ropes of monster flesh cracked like whips on either cheek of her round bottom, leaving tender pink stripes across her backside. Valda's howls at the spanking distracted her enough for yet more tentacles to wrap themselves around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back as she was slowly hoisted toward her erstwhile host's mostly human body, still squirming as whip after whip tanned her ass and back while more tentacles squeezed milk out of her front. Suspended only a foot or two from Grendy's now unnaturally smooth skin, Valda found her field of vision slowly rising from her noticeably wet sex, over her suddenly toned and firm stomach, past her pert and glistening breasts, and finally to her intimidating, sadistically lustful face. 




Barbarian Legends Ch. 03



Grendy's glowing eyes narrowed and her freakish tongue reached out, sliding across Valda's breasts as she wiggled in protests, pitifully swaying and swollen breasts now hanging over her shoulders. They licked up some of the milk dripping down to her shoulders and neck, smearing it up across the barbarian's cheek and lips before the forked tongue finally forced its way in her mouth. Valda closed her eyes and moaned as the taste of her own sweet milk accompanied the creature's serpent of a tongue as it forced its way down her throat.

Now more tentacles were finding their way across her body. Two sinewy vines clinched down on her dripping nipples, one of them just like a large human mouth complete with tongue, the other tube-shaped, latching its sucker on tight and milking her like a machine. Her tight waist was squeezed and teased by another tendril, it's budlike tip falling against her clitoris and rubbing it vigorously, two long feelers extending from the bud and teasing her flushed netherlips with a featherlike touch. The barbarian's dark eyes fluttered open as she felt Grendy's now strong, claw-like hands reaching up and finding her neck, squeezing it steadily, but not choking her hard enough to interfere with its wet tongue forcing deeper and deeper.

Valda's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body finally ceased struggling, simply bucking around in response to being teased in so many new ways. Her hands grasped at nothing and her toes curled in shocking pleasure as she felt herself getting turned on more and more. If she could talk, she'd be begging for more. Luckily, she didn't need to.

The remaining tentacles slowly floated towards Valda as Grendy's still human hands withdrew to play with the creature's own breasts and glittering sex, one of the thinner tentacles taking their place around Valda's neck. The ones now approaching Valda were thicker than any of the others, and each ended with a fat, precum-dripping cock. Two found their way into her hands, letting her jerk them off as they pressed gooey pre into her cheeks as she stared at them lustfully, unable to taste them because of the long, wide tongue still flittering around in her throat, her experienced hands milking more pre out by rubbing her thumb along the bottom of the heads. The other two slowly wrapped around her, squeezing her stomach and back as they circled down to her still unfilled holes, one sliding its thick shield up and down between her tight, wet lips while the other pressed between her firm asscheeks, pushing its cool pre against her back door, gently rubbing in its natural lube with its firm wriggling. 

Valda moaned lustily, the suspense driving her mad. But they still didn't penetrate her. Valda shuddered as she felt the long tongue sliding backwards out of her throat and her body rotated through the air. One of the cocks slid out of her hand and pushed its way into her now vacant mouth, Valda giving a high whine the thick prick quickly wormed into her throat. The salty taste of precum lingered in her mouth and made her latch tight around the knotty tendril with her full lips, sucking gently and massaging the thick member with her tongue as the tip bulged in her throat. Suddenly she felt herself quivering in delight from the hips down as the witch's wide tongue slurped across her thigh and then licked her deep from her ass, across her achingly wet, wanting lips up to her short crown of pubic hair. The brash and assertive barbarian was reduced to pitiful whimpering, no longer able to think rationally, completely lost to her lustful urges and an uncontrollable urge to be filled.

Which was fortunate, because Grendy was done with foreplay. She withdrew from Valda after one more lick, a deep probe that felt all the way inside Valda's sex and explored just how wet and tight the barbarian actually was-extremely on both counts. The tentacles around the amazon's limbs pulled them apart until she was practically doing the splits, and at long last Valda screamed through her full mouth in pleasure and relief as two thick and endlessly long pricks pushed roughly into her beckoning holes, sending ladyjuices flying out everywhere over her taint and thighs. 

Now the creature fingered herself and joined Valda's howls of pleasure as the veiny tendrils started pounding her prey, each thrust accompanied by a light wiggle as the creature's many organs sought to fuck every square inch of her, the thick but agile cocks slamming themselves against nerves Valda didn't know she had while her entire body was ravished both inside and out. Unlike men's, these members could bend themselves any way they wished, an ability they took full advantage of as they pressed on faster and deeper, writhing around madly as Valda clung tightly to them on all sides, moaning like a harlot and dripping all over the cabin floor, including drool and milk from her still lactating breasts. 

Grendy's new body still wasn't out of tricks. Valda's eyes went wide as she saw bumps and ridges travel from the base of each tentacle through the body and up to the tips, the ribbing making her cum instantly as it moved inside her and pummeled her clinging walls with new sensations. 

But the creature had only just begun to fuck her. Valda found herself cumming again and again, to the point where she thought she couldn't cum anymore and then two, three more times after that. She covered her thighs, the tentacles, and the floor below with cum before the already thick tendrils began to swelling to more than twice their size outside of her. Another minute of intense fucking later, Grendy grabbed her breasts and began to howl and tremble as Valda and the tentacles shook through the air as if in an earthquake. 

First the witch came from her normal sex, the light fluids dribbling down her inner thighs as Grendy's feminine form spasmed from her suspended position. Then it moved to the tentacles themselves, which expanded like balloons before spraying white cum violently from every orifice. The one still outside covered her face, hair, and upper body with an eruption of hot cum as she struggled with the one in her throat, trying to swallow a thick gulp at a time as it filled all the way up and out of her mouth, distracted by the wonderful feeling of ropes of warm cum shooting inside her and filling up her womb like it was nothing, then squirting out of both her flushed lips and the rim of her tight asshole. The torrents of cum blinded her, filled her mouth with their taste, filled her nose with their smell. She coughed up more of it as the tentacles slowly withdrew and weakly deposited her on the floor, her newfound freedom meaningless as she could only lie there panting, trying to swallow the ocean of white goo still in her mouth as more and more oozed out from her quivering holes and spread into a small pond around her. Finally she swallowed enough to breathe regularly, and laid limp on the floor, her heaving stomach and chest slowly coming back to normal until she finally passed out in a pool of milk and cum.

***

She awoke to find Grendy returned to normal and, quite appropriately, extremely apologetic about the ordeal. In fact, Valda suspected the witch was rightly afraid for her life. But while Valda made a good show of threats and shouting "Never again!" the truth was she had no intention of punishing the witch at all. After all, even though it was in a way Valda would have never sought out or approved of beforehand, the magic had fulfilled its purpose, and done so quite thoroughly. Valda had neither slept so soundly nor been fucked that well and hard in recent memory. That wasn't going to keep her from ordering Grendy to find some way to make it up to her, though-indeed, the enchantress owed her that much for the more harrowing parts of the ordeal.

Fortunately, the witch hadn't been lying about having the perfect way to repay Valda for her broken sword. In gratitude for the barbarian saving her life-first from the giant lizard, then from the barbarian herself-Grendy presented her with a magic blade she had made when she was still mastering her art. Valda kept a critical air about her, but inwardly the barbarian was delighted. The enchantment meant it would never go dull or require anything but the occasional cleaning, and aesthetically it was a perfect fit for the barbarian: besides the long, wide blade's generous size and vicious looking shape (curved on one side and flat on the other), the guard was a wicked-looking chunk of white ore carved to look like monster fangs, and the pommel was decorated by a beautiful, pearl-colored orb. After testing it for balance and weight, both a cut above her previous weapon, Valda felt satisfied indeed.

And so, after a good, long bath that was still barely enough to wash all the cum off of her, Valda went on her merry way. And merry it was, because while the Canyons still had many dangers to throw at her, they now found Valda extremely well armed and even excited at the chance to try her new weapon.

But there was one thing Grendy hadn't told the barbarian, one thing that if she had known, would have reminded her of her original flash of caution: that magic usually comes with consequences. Because the orb set so nicely in her pommel wasn't just for decoration. It was a seeing stone. One with a much larger sibling still in Grendy's cabin. And from then on, every time Valda gave herself release by the fire, or set her sword down as she rocked somebody's bed, or even found herself locked imperiled by strange magic or creatures in her adventures, she wouldn't be alone. Far away in the Endless Canyons, eyes glued on Valda through her crystal ball, there would be Grendy, watching with her hands between her legs and crying out in pleasure right alongside her.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 04



Authors' note: This chapter is set shortly after the events of Chapter 2. While it's not strictly necessary to read Ch. 2 first, you should of course enjoy all of Valda's adventures! Also, we're sorry it took so long! Obviously this is a monster of a chapter-the longest you're going to see for some time. 

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The Maratou. A beautiful race of demihumans from the virtually unknown island of Mara, these people, who still had a few dinosaur-like traits compared to humans from the mainlands, were unparalleled in beauty and power, at least as a group. They were a unique people, with a unique, matriarchal civilization to match. Particularly unique was the degree of casualness with which they treated sexual relations, their society placing none of the usual taboos on sex without commitment. Central to engraining this liberated attitude was an annual ritual in which their young adults were welcomed into their culture of casual and friendly intercourse. The ritual itself centered around deflowering the youths, and afterwards welcoming them to adulthood with a village-wide orgy. It was culturally significant fun and every year, the village invited outsiders to usher in the younger generations as "coaches" of sorts, easing the youngsters into casual sex by providing beautiful, experienced strangers who would pop their cherries and leave without anyone getting too attached.

That was why Valda was here. The islanders had somehow caught wind of her sexual prowess (the barbarian was unaware of it, but she was starting to become a bit of a folk legend-and not for her skills as a warrior as she would like). And after experiencing her firsthand, the village elders had invited her back every year since, making her the only outsider she knew of that had been invited more than once. Every time, she absolutely hated the period of celibacy required of her before the ritual orgy, especially since the aphrodisiac fruit their culture used in practically every part of their lives made her even more insatiably horny than usual. This year, she'd gotten to cheat a little when she came across a couple of mermaids, but it hadn't sated her lust like it usually would, thanks both to her knowledge of things to come and the inescapable fruit. The Love Fruit of Mara smelled incredibly strong as it sat in bins throughout the village, and Valda couldn't remember the last meal she'd had without it as an ingredient. The only thing keeping her coming back and suffering through this sexual fasting was the physiques, stamina, and general debauchery of the villagers, who never failed to deliver an unforgettable night of passion, totally eclipsing the period of celibacy and making every trip absolutely worth it. Still, she always regretted coming with every fiber of her being until that night came.

Tonight was the night. Any moment could have been the one where Valda heard a knock summoning her to the ceremony. But it still wasn't soon enough. The barbarian had been driven completely mad. Quiet, muffled moans escaped her lips as she sat masturbating in the dark corner of the room, working her starved, wet pussy with two quick fingers. She had done her best to resist the urge, but the air was heavy with the juices of the fruit, and she just had too much passion and not enough willpower to resist. She was getting so close to orgasm, but it just wouldn't come, making her flushed face scrunch up in fury until she was interrupted with a knock at the door.

"Lady Valda?" A low, feminine voice sounded from the other side of the door before it opened anyway.

The owner of the voice was taller than the barbarian, with obvious muscle and even more obvious endowments just barely wrapped up in a cloth and short skirt. Like all other Maratou, her hair had a strange, rock-like texture, which she wore braided into something like thick dreadlocks, all tied back into a ponytail. Her slitted red eyes were framed with darker skin than the rest of her body which was a dark, exotic purple and bony protrusions took the place of eyebrows. She had rough skin in extremities like her shoulders and forearms, which ended in large, strong, clawed hands that paled in comparison to her feet, which like other Maratou, had three toes, two in front, one at her heel. Looking back, it was a testament to their coordination and skill that Valda had never gotten a scratched.

Valda leapt up, her loincloth falling into place, attempting to hide her arousal. It didn't work, but the Maratou were used to foreigners having trouble waiting for the festivities. She simply smiled and went on, "We're ready for you, if you'd follow me."

She led Valda out to a busy room that served as a sort of backstage area. They were in the town's great hall, which although it was the most impressive building in the village, was not quite as imposing as the name suggested. There was one large room with several smaller rooms, all dimly lit due to the danger of setting the entire primitive building on fire. The large room had space in the front for a sort of stage, simply behind the corner from the one Valda currently found herself in. The inner walls were made out of a sort of exotically colored bamboo while the outer walls were made of a sturdier tree. The floors were mats made out of the same bamboo as the walls, carved down until they could be laid out in soft palettes and a little bouncy underfoot.

As she strode into the backstage area Valda was greeted by about seven more villagers armed with paints and other tools meant for grooming. Also present were three other non-natives, two idly chatting women and a large man who radiated quiet intelligence. That was Kel, a large orc who had been invited for his physicality as well as, Valda noticed, his impressive endowment. Kel had the trademark dark skin of the orcs as well as their pointed ears, fangs in his lower jaw, and very short hair on his head. She'd spoken little to him, as he'd spent so much time taking care of the youths he was responsible for, as well as meditating in private to help quell his urges. Unfortunately he was quite the survivalist-once or twice Valda had tried to go "meditate" with him to deal with her own urges, however once he went into the forest it was almost impossible to find him. At any rate, his patience was impressive, especially after being raised in orcish culture, but all of those invited were special cases.

Next to Kel was a half-dragon woman named Deanna (Valda didn't know the story behind that despite desperately wanting to). She was similar to Kel in size, but also boasted impressive wings, claws, fangs, and a tail, all of which were a deep, bold red in contrast to the tan of her mostly human skin (an orange-red scale or two could still be seen here and there). She was invited due to her physical similarities to the Maratou, not least of which were her feminine curves. Her eyes, brown slits, peered back at the villagers as they readied her for the festivities, braiding her red hair into a style similar to that of the villagers. Valda had spoken with her a few times and she was nice enough, if not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Between Deanna and Valda was a drow. This drow, while tall for a woman, was shorter and less busty than Valda. On the other hand, her muscles were more clearly defined-in fact, to say she was cut would be an understatement. Her dark skin was covered in scars from numerous battles, even her feminine chest bore the marks of war. Her curves, while not as big as the amazon or the dragon lady's, were impressive given how muscular she was and her short hair and longer-than-average fangs made her look rougher than the average drow despite her fertile hips. 

Valda had been shocked to see Grey when she arrived, as she actually already knew the drow. But that turned out to be why the drow had been invited. Through secret magics, the villagers' had seen the drow warrior in bed with Valda and they were impressed at her stamina, although the barbarian had won out that particular contest in the end. Her name was Grey, and unlike everyone else, she wasn't here to appreciate the delights of the village. That night with Valda had stuck with her, and as she secretly relived it through daydreams and lonely fantasies, had grown into an obsession. Unbeknownst to Valda, who would have been quite turned off by the prospect, Grey had come here with one thing in mind: rocking the barbarian's world so hard the amazon would become as fixated on her as the drow was on Valda. Grey wasn't sure what would happen after that, but she wanted it more than anything.

The short haired drow, her ear-length hair having already been braided as much as it could, perked up at the sight of Valda. The villagers didn't have to paint her skin any darker and her muscle definition was, by their standards, perfect, so all they really had to do with her was decoration, painting her face to more resemble the specific features of the Maratou and drawing a pattern down her back that drew attention to her shapely rear. She was nearly done, and one of the village elders stood by waiting patiently to deliver her back to her charges.

"Hey, Valda." Grey said with a smile, showing off her gleaming fangs.

Valda nodded, eyes wandering hungrily over the drow's familiar body. Grey noticed and a proud smile covered her lips as the last of her paint was laid on. Meanwhile, some of the other villagers positioned Valda so that they could start painting her. While she was obviously a specimen, Valda had a little more fat over her muscles than Grey, and lacked the draconian features the Maratou saw in Deanna. In short: while a beauty, Valda needed the most work to perfectly match local tastes. The art that the Maratou were painting on Valda's skin brought more attention to the musculature underneath her prodigious curves, whereas the art on Grey did the opposite.

"So," Grey spoke again, "Where's your pink friend?"

One villager was busy painting lines on Valda's stomach to show her abs while the other was taking sections of her hair to braid it. The former looked up annoyed as Valda chuckled lightly at the thought of her best friend Corella-if the tiefling were here, she'd have required more supervision than any of their charges had.

"Causing trouble back on the continent somewhere," Valda said. If there was one blanket statement she could make about the tiefling, it was that.

"I see." Grey said, not seeming to care particular about Valda's answer, just that the tiefling was not here.

The villagers that had been painting Grey stood, looking over their handiwork. The paint on Grey's face made her more resemble the Maratou, but also showed off her specific features, painting her scars a lighter teal color to show them off. Her short hair was braided in sections, but wasn't long enough to tie back into a ponytail like the villagers, so it was left hanging, a definite contrast to how she usually wore it which was a very butch, spiky style.

"Alright, we've finished preparing you, Miss Grey," said a young woman with orange colored eyes and relatively soft looking skin for a Maratou.

"Right this way, they're ready for you," said the more chiseled elder before leading the drow to her room.

Before she left, the drow looked back to wave flirtatiously at Valda, but the barbarian was looking away with a dazed expression. Grey opened her mouth to say something, but was ushered on by the elder.

If the moisture between Valda's legs was any indication, the topic of her daydream was somewhat obvious. There were two villagers braiding her long, dark locks while another painted her way down her toned stomach, coming down to her hips and finally noticing the wetness.

The Maratou giggled, showing her slightly sharp teeth. "Looking forward to this?" She asked.

Valda was distracted with her own thoughts, "What was that?" She asked, looking down.

The villager caught Valda's gaze before looking down at her glistening womanhood again and looking back up, "Having a hard time waiting?"

"Yeah, well..." Valda said, clearing her throat as she looked away. "Aren't you?"

The Maratou gave a knowing chuckle as she continued to paint Valda, working down to her legs, mainly just painting them darker until she got to her shins and calves, where she started adding patterns that reminded one faintly of the taloned feet the villagers had. After that she came up to Valda's chest, looking up to Valda's face before looking back down with a mischievous smirk.

The villager dipped her fingers into the jars of paint again and started applying a slightly lighter shade meant to accent Valda's breasts, although it was still darker than the barbarian's normal skin. The woman seemed to take glee in her art as she rubbed Valda's breasts until they were all but covered in the paint save for her pink nipples, hard from the daydreaming and sensuous painting. Next, the woman got another jar with an even lighter shade and dipped two fingers into it, bringing the paint-soaked digits to Valda's hard nipple, rubbing it in more than a little suggestively before blowing it dry, giggling softly as Valda fluttered her eyelashes and gently bit her lip at the teasing.

The barbarian shot the villager a look and the Maratou shrugged back. Having had her fun, she went around to move behind Valda and do her back, taking a special interest in painting the barbarian's shapely rear. Meanwhile, one that had been braiding her hair came back around and began applying special paint to Valda's face, accentuating her eyes while still giving her the features her people liked most. She added reds and oranges around Valda's eyes to make up for her lack of warm color in her irises and painted her lips a bright red as well. Her eyebrows and cheekbones were given extra edges and painted to look like they extended. All in all, Valda looked quite exotic by the time they were done, as head-turning a sight there ever was.

"Alright, that should be it." The one who'd braided Valda's hair said, "Your charges should be ready, what about you?" She asked the barbarian. Although she was meant to bring Valda to her charges, she seemed just a little remiss of the idea. Probably because the night's events were destined to smudge and smear all her hard work beyond recognition. And maybe a little because she didn't want Valda to leave.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Valda said with a bit of an impatient edge. It was about time to get to the good stuff.

The villager led Valda down the hallway in relative silence, passing by a door to a room filled with grunting and the moaning of a certain drow, interrupted every so often with a militant order to go faster and harder. Judging from how many must have been in there, it seemed as though Grey had gotten more virile young men than the barbarian herself was used to this year. Valda could certainly outlast and even outfuck Grey, but she didn't have any sort of fetish for the hard, fast way that the drow liked it, at least not to the exclusion of other kinds of sex like the drow did. Grey liked to be fucked long and hard until she passed out, no need for foreplay, just getting down to brass tacks and getting what she wanted. The men in her room, around five of of the Maratou, were picked for their strength and stamina, but Valda couldn't help but feel sorry for them, their entrance into sexual adulthood would be rough and uncompromising.

Finally they came to where Valda's charges were waiting. The Maratou opened it for the barbarian and she stepped in, greeted in polite unison by her charges, three boys and two girls, all magnificently beautiful, better endowed and in the elders' opinion holding more potential than the other groups. Since their abilities laid in their potential as lovers and not in their physical shape like Grey's charges, the tribe had trusted Valda's skill in the lustful arts to give them a taste of what the future could be like if they really wanted it. The liberated sexuality of the Maratou made the decadence and finesse of people like Valda precious to them and every year, they tried to plant the seeds of more like her within their own ranks.

Sitting cheerfully among Valda's charges was the chief of the village, a woman hundreds of years old, but with looks no older than Valda herself. This was Ke'shonda, chief organizer of the festival. She looked up at Valda with a warm smile. She was here to look after Valda's charges while she was being prepared, and had struck up some conversation to soothe their anxious, hormone-tortured nerves. Ke'shonda had that sort of charm, she was wise and intelligent, warm and social-but also stubborn and ambitious. 

She waved to the barbarian, "Why, hello Valda!" She said cheerily, standing up to reveal that she was wearing even less than the barbarian herself, who was only wearing paint. She participated in the festival every year as well and was clearly ready for it. "It looks like you're ready. They really did a good job on you this year, you look great. Well," She said, casting a glance downwards as she looked over Valda's body, "It looks like I might just be in your way, so I'll leave you to it."

The Maratou leader stepped towards the door. She cut a rather imposing figure-she was the boss for a reason, after all- with robust muscles, bombastic curves, and not to mention, a full head of height over the barbarian. Valda wouldn't want to meet her in a dark alley unless it was to share the privacy.

Ke'shonda leaned in close to Valda's ear as she passed, stopping briefly to whisper a warning, "I'm going to outlast you this year, I promise." Valda shot her a confident look as if to say "Bring it on!" before she passed through the door, ass swaying with an arrogant swagger.

The anxious youths were all wearing simple robes, short and easy to take off. Valda looked these clothes over in contempt like she did every year, a useless barrier that symbolized their immaturity, their only use to be cast off in favor of sexual liberation. "Alright, take them off." Valda said with authority.

The Maratou in the room looked to one another even more nervously, especially the guys as their gaze lingered awkwardly on the girls in their group. The first to disrobe was one of the the two girls, a somewhat tall and leggy young Maratou around the same height as Valda. She was followed closely by one of the guys and in short order, they were all naked, bountiful breasts and rock-hard abs exposed to the air, along with three deliciously large cocks. Everyone was standing at attention, so to speak, as Valda walked over and inspected them. She'd seen them naked before, but only as a result of shared living quarters, and it had sadly been her job to make sure nothing ever came of them being nude. It had been a tough few weeks, she thought, licking her painted lips.

Seriously, this year's crop of young villagers sent to Valda were even better than usual. Their features were perfect, their endowments unreal, but then again, that's why Valda loved coming back here, the line that showed what was unrealistic was somewhere else entirely. Valda was a little more touchy-feely than she usually was off the island and this was made clear as her fingers danced over the skin of each villager that she passed by, each exquisitely soft or hard exactly where they needed to be.

The last one to disrobe was a young lady by the name of Da'kiya, she'd been nervous and had done so slowly, almost sheepishly. Valda decided to start with her. "Come here," Valda said softly, but with an edge of desire.

The Maratou timidly stepped forth and Valda brought her over to a soft mat, laying her down smoothly with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. Her dark cheeks were flushed even darker as she lay bare to the group with all eyes on her. Da'kiya looked up to Valda with frightened eyes, but Valda returned her gaze with gentleness... and lust. The barbarian kneeled over Da'kiya, straddling her waist, but not sitting down. The smaller Maratou still looked afraid, but soon Valda spoke and the attention was back on her, if only for a moment.




Barbarian Legends Ch. 04



"Have you played with yourself?" She asked simply.

Da'kiya looked away and hesitated for a moment before nodding curtly.

"Play with me." Valda said, guiding the girl's hand between her smooth legs. 

Da'kiya hesitated while her peers shifted their gaze back to her. Valda had more people to attend to than just her and if she was shy, then the amazon decided it would be best to take some attention away from her. After all, she just needed the one pleasurable experience to build up the confidence for more. Valda beckoned to one of the men.

Eager to get started, he bounded over and Valda had to get a hold of him before he started getting ahead of her. "Stay here," she said with a slight smirk as she sat him down next to Da'kiya and began stroking him softly.

She stuck to a slow, smooth rhythm so that he didn't get ahead of the group and cum right away. She maintained her sensuous rhythm while beckoning to the man who had disrobed first. Eagerly, he walked over, but waited for direction after watching Valda deal with the man before him.

"Kn-kneel down, Boreeque, watch wh-what she's doing and Da'kiya-" the timid woman looked up in surprise, having gotten into it enough to give Valda a stutter, "You're doing well, but go faster. Match my pace."

Next Valda ushered over the other girl and brought her over to stand in front of Valda, her moist and eager womanhood at eye level with the barbarian. The dark eyed amazon looked up to her face and said clearly, "Pay attention." Valda leaned in and parted her lips, licking at her small button carefully, getting her aroused to the point her legs trembled and her hips started bucking, a feat that took the barbarian no time at all, before moving down and penetrating her with her tongue, moving it in a spiral around her walls.

The woman in front of Valda moaned as Valda kept her lips parted with one hand, stroking the man on the floor with the other, causing him to grunt and moan. Da'kiya was still fingering Valda's womanhood and Boreeque was paying attention, casting a glance up to see Valda pleasing the other girl every so often. Secluded from the group was one man, who was edging closer trying to see.

Valda dislodged from the woman standing in front of her and peered around her shapely hips. "I haven't forgotten about you, come closer, next to Shakiya." 

He made his way closer, standing somewhat shyly next to his peer. Now, Valda alternated between stroking him while licking Shakiya, and wrapping her lips around his shaft while fingering the Maratou next to him, all the while still stroking the man off to the side.

"Boreeque," Valda said while she wasn't orally preoccupied with either of the two in front of her, "Have you watched enough?"

"Yeah, I want to join in," he said confidently.

"Alright, I hope you were paying attention. Do what Da'kiya's doing to me back to her. Only with your tongue." Valda instructed.

"My tongue?" 

"Mhm," she said, muffled by the cock sliding back in her mouth.

Boreeque walked around behind Valda and got on all fours, tentatively spreading Da'kiya's legs and leaning in, looking her over for a moment before getting to work, sliding his tongue between her folds and caressing her bundle of nerves, working around it and going down to her now wet hole, gently pressing inside. The woman started with a gasp, moaning loudly as the larger man pleasured her, obviously with success.

"Well, now I kinda feel left out," said the man laying to the side.

"I'll help with that," said Shakiya, turning away from Valda, bending down and sliding her lips over his shaft, bobbing up and down on it straight away. She came off with a pop to look back at the amazon, "Is this alright, Valda?"

Valda took a her eyes away from the tall man she was sucking to look at what the young woman was doing, as well as her shapely ass waving in the air while she did it. The barbarian was surprised, but impressed. Maybe they really did have some potential. Shakiya certainly had a fun attitude. Valda popped the drool-covered cock out of her mouth again. "Yes, just take it slow. I don't want these guys cumming just yet. "

The barbarian returned to her work after some mumbles of agreement and moans of pleasure. She now went back and forth between sucking the meaty member of one of the man to leaning over to lick Shakiya's pussy, penetrating her depths with ease while taking an exploratory lick every once and a while to her asshole, her free hands alternating between squeezing the man's firm ass and playing with Da'kiya's soft mounds, even playfully slapping Shakiya's rear every once and a while.

The room filled with soft moans and groans of pleasure as nearly everyone was getting and giving it. Valda felt the cock in her mouth throbbing and his groans increasing, and she quickly pulled away before he tipped over the edge. Finally, they were warmed up.

"Alright, foreplay is over," she said officially. She messily pulled away from the Maratou and stood up. "I want everybody to find their own spot, it's time."

The young Maratou dislodged from one another and sat or lay about the room. Valda looked them over, her womanhood glistening with lust and anticipation. For her, the first part of the ritual only served to rile her up more, rarely ever giving her the satisfaction of an orgasm. But that made sense, it was her charges' first time, so of course they wouldn't have as much stamina, especially not compared to someone like her. At any rate, now that they (as well as she) were sufficiently warmed up, it was time to complete this part of the festival and go out to have some real fun.

First, Valda went to Boreeque. "You did well, Boreeque, so I'll start with you," she said, standing over the Maratou who reclined on a couch while everyone else lay on the soft bamboo. "Where do you want it?"

"Want it?" he asked, a little nervous despite himself.

"Where. Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?" she asked impatiently with half-lidded eyes.

Boreeque looked lost in thought for a moment, but this was apparently something he'd given much thought to and didn't waste any time, "Your mouth."

Valda shrugged. That wasn't going to get her going anymore than she already was, but it was a good choice. Not that there was a bad one-she wouldn't be here if she wasn't good at everything. She quickly bent over the couch, ass raised in the air as she brought his cock closer to her face. Wasting no time, she slid it into her mouth with a satisfied hum, sucking on it noisily as her tongue swirled around the strong rod. Her cheeks dimpled inwards against it as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down, bringing the head just into her throat as she worked his shaft, leaving it soaking wet whenever it came back out.

The other Maratou watched with rapt attention, clearly aroused despite their nerves as the girls began pleasuring themselves to the sight, and the men shifted restlessly, their own cocks upright and twitching. Valda worried briefly about them bringing themselves to orgasm before she got there, but Boreeque was quick, especially under Valda's skills. He let out a long, agonized groan as she fell forward onto his rod and pressed her lips to the base as he began pumping his seed down her throat, Valda encouraging him to shoot as much as he could with a long, lusty moan. She didn't want to smear her paint or smell like semen this early, so she greedily swallowed every last drop, sticking her tongue out and letting the group see her empty mouth after she finished.

Boreeque's body went limp as Valda sat up, rolling her tongue inside her mouth as his delicious cock went flaccid. "Alright," she said, looking over to the girls. Shakiya was an obvious choice for her next victim, she certainly had a body that Valda had given a lot of thought to exploring, but Da'kiya was masturbating fairly hard and would probably cum by herself soon. As it was now, Da'kiya would do well to go next, so the barbarian sauntered over to the timid Maratou. 

"Alright, babe, I know what I want to do with you," Valda said. Da'kiya didn't look like she was disappointed that she didn't get to choose, just nervous that it was her turn already. Good.

The barbarian stepped over Da'kiya, who was laying on the floor. She knelt down and positioned her womanhood over the Maratou's face, bringing her own face to her charge's wet lips. She looked over her shoulder. "You know what to do," she said before getting to work. Da'kiya had worked very hard on making Valda wet, now she was going to get to taste it as a reward.

Da'kiya was still nervous. Valda was not. The barbarian quickly parted the young woman's lips and gave her little button an exploratory lick. She was pleased by how much it seemed to affect Da'kiya, so she stayed and played with it for a little while while the villager caught up and began licking Valda back. Only then did Valda work her way down to the villager's sopping wet hole and probe it to find her special spot, ravaging it ferociously, then alternating between it and her clit.

To her credit, Da'kiya lasted longer than Valda expected, teasing the barbarian with the hope that she might climax as the rookie ate her out with increasing confidence. But unfortunately it came to an end not with a bang but a whimpered moan as the villager climaxed, practically squirting juices up at Valda, who jerked her head back to avoid getting too messy. She still had to be presentable when they emerged, already smudged paint would seem a little sloppy.

Valda left Da'kiya panting on the floor as she moved to Shakiya. Valda didn't even have to ask- Shakiya knew exactly what she wanted, clearly having given it even more thought than Boreeque had. The Maratou laid Valda on the ground instead and straddled her face, riding Valda to orgasm as the barbarian clutched her full, round ass, penetrating her wet hole as deep as she could. In this case, Valda didn't mind Shakiya taking the initiative, her aggressiveness had already made her the barbarian's favorite.

Shakiya came with a high-pitched moan, clutching her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she subtly bounced on Valda's face in an attempt to get the amazon's tongue even deeper. It passed quickly and she slumped off of Valda to let her teacher move on.  

Valda went to one of the two remaining men. He stood up eagerly and took her ass, bending her over the couch and quickly bringing himself to orgasm, cumming deep inside her and then sitting down on the floor to rest as Shakiya came over to get a curious look at Valda's ass, swiping a finger across Valda's rear as a drop of cum emerged, tentatively putting it into her mouth and relishing the taste with a pleased hum.

The last Maratou was sitting in a chair, quietly stroking himself to the sight of Valda, his teacher, pleasuring each of the others until finally she walked over and stroked his chest with her fingertip.

"Sorry," Valda said, "You get what's left." She spread her nether lips and pulled his tip underneath them, pressing down wetly, the suspense making him pant.

"I-It's okay, this is what I wanted."

Valda sat down on his lap, wiggling her hips down until he was literally battering at the gates and leaning down to his ear, "I know." Then she impaled herself on him, letting out a gasp as his girth spread her open. The Maratou were well-endowed and the ones that she got were especially so. Soon, the barbarian began bouncing up and down on the man's length, wrapping her strong arms tightly around his neck and getting a little more into it than she had expected.

This man lasted especially long, almost suspiciously so for a virgin. Valda was surprised, wondering just how long he'd go and if she'd actually get off before he finished. She dared to hope, but unfortunately, he began to groan loudly, biting his bottom lip. He was clearly cumming.

'Damnit!' Valda thought to herself. She inwardly chastised herself for failing to temper her expectations, but she hadn't given up yet. Just as he began to unload into her, she went into overdrive, bouncing up and down as rough and fast as she could go, her orgasm in sight, barreling down the home stretch. Her unexpected movement prolonged his orgasm and he let his mouth hang open, groaning loudly and resting his hands on Valda's hips as she fucked him in desperation, hot ropes of his seed shooting out as his eyes rolled and he started shaking uncontrollably.

Finally she felt him going soft within her, and brought her hips to a rest with a sigh, trying to hide her frustration. She had been so close, she even felt herself start to twitch and started to rub her clit to finish the job-but it just wasn't meant to be. Next year, this same man would probably rock her world once, twice, maybe even more at the orgy, but right now, he didn't have the experience to tangle with the best.

Valda got up, cleaning herself off while trying not to let the paint get smudged, she knew how much the girls that handled that hated seeing their work ruined so quickly. 

As it turned out, she'd gotten just a little too caught up with the last man and when she turned to look at the others, they'd gotten carried away again. Boreeque had simply sauntered over to Da'kiya and started fucking her. Shakiya straddled Da'kiya's face and stood on all fours while the other man came in front of her and began fucking her face.

"Woah, hold on," Valda said, walking over and gently pushing one hand against Boreeque's abs. "I like it, but we've got places to be, here." 

It took a little effort to separate the eager Maratou in the middle of the throes of passion, but soon, Valda was leading her group out the door where another of the Maratou was waiting to lead them out to the main room. An unnecessary gesture in Valda's opinion. If there was anywhere she was going to be able to make it on her own, it was here.

The main room itself was a large, circular place with soft bamboo covering the harder wood of the walls and intricate mats covering the floor. There were already about twenty people in the room total, including normal Maratou, the young charges of the groups that had already finished and their coaches, Grey and Kel. More people filtered in intermittently, flinging off their clothes and walking right up to the writhing mass to find someone to play with.

The drow looked up to see Valda, excitement in her eyes, unfortunately, she had a Maratou man filling her ass and another filling her mouth with one of their women underneath her. Frustration was clearly in the drow's eyes as she couldn't reach Valda or even greet her as the man behind her clung tightly to her wrists, pulling hard and pounding harder. The chief, Ke'shonda, was busy being pleasured by one of the other Maratou women. She gently disengaged and stood to greet the new arrivals.

"Ah, there you are, I was starting to get worried." She said.

Valda rolled her eyes a little at the comment, but nevertheless made her way through the various groups of people having sex (a healthy mix of co-ed groups and just men or women by themselves) until she stood in front of the chief, hands on her prodigious hips.

Ke'shonda took a step and gestured grandly with one hand. Several of the other Maratou adults stepped forward and took Valda's charges off and pulled them each into various groups of revelers. "Well, Valda," the chief asked, "Are you ready to have some fun with me? I hope you're not getting bored, we have this dance every time."

"No," Valda said with a smile, "I haven't gotten bored of you." With that, the barbarian slid her arms around the powerful woman's waist and drew her in for a deep kiss. Pressing her chin against the Maratou's bosom and smiling up at her warmly, Valda ran one hand down her powerful thighs while she drew the other down to the barbarian's warm nethers. "Now," Valda went on, "I've worked very hard. I could use a... reward, don't you think?" 

Ke'shonda knew exactly what she meant. She took Valda by the hand and led her over to an open spot on the mats. Laying the barbarian down, the Maratou first parted the barbarian's legs, then her womanly lips as she got right to work ravaging her tender flesh with her serpentine tongue, slithering over the clit briefly before delving into her hole.

"Ah," Ke'shonda sighed, looking up to the amazon, "You're such a good teacher, Valda, I can taste it."

"Oh yeah?" Valda asked, her cheeks flushed but hidden under the paint, "Maybe you should double check, just to be sure."

The chief snickered before dipping back down and going back to work. In broad terms, Ke'shonda was the only person that Valda had ever slept with on a regular schedule. With Grey, it was erratic and with Corella, it was exceedingly chaotic (if nearly constant when the devilish tiefling was around). However, Valda had spent some time with Ke'shonda each year, and the Maratou had taken to memorizing what Valda liked, taking a special interest in this barbarian, who certainly appreciated the effort.

Right now, the chieftain was going slow as if to warm Valda up, but by now she surely knew that that was unnecessary. Valda knew that she knew it and was slightly peeved that the Maratou was just teasing her.

Valda bit her lip. "You're not going to make me beg, you know." She hoped the chief didn't call her bluff.

Ke'shonda smiled into Valda's pussy, then redoubled her efforts. The barbarian gasped and clutched one of her breasts, pinching her nipple between her fingers as the Maratou suckled on her button and swirled her tongue within her pussy like a whirlpool. Gods, Valda had forgotten about her tongue!

"Th-that's better." Valda said, laying her other hand on the back of Ke'shonda's head, gently adding pressure as she felt herself building back up faster than she expected, warmth and pleasure spreading throughout her body.

Ke'shonda's tongue swirled within Valda with inhuman agility as the barbarian pressed the Maratou's head further into her loins. Soon, she began to feel the familiar edge of climax since the chief was so good with her plus-size tongue and it had been far, far too long since she'd really came. She clenched down hard on Ke'shonda's wonderful muscle, bucking her hips up as the Maratou wriggled more furious than ever, prolonging the orgasm as Valda's juices poured down her chin and chest.

Finally, Ke'shonda dislodged from Valda and stepped back. The barbarian breathed heavily, but motioned to another well-endowed Maratou, "Hey, you," Valda called out, "Come over here." She said, giving the village chief an approving look and a friendly pat.

From the other side of the room, Grey the drow leaked cum from several previous lovers gone off to rest and fuck others. She watched with rapt attention, heard Valda's cries of ecstasy and wanted to be there with her, but could not. When the men had slowed down on Grey, she tried to excuse herself and make her way towards Valda, but was grabbed into a group of women intent on "cleaning" her up, licking up the cum that was dripping out of her battered ass and pussy, sliding their tongues all over and inside her dark body. Grey was still stuck, only watching as Valda went on from one knee-knocking orgasm to the next.

After a nice double-pounding (mirrored by Ke'shonda, who made out with Valda all the way) and a few samples of the chief's own lady juice, Valda found herself in the arms of Kel, the orc man who'd been invited along with Valda and the others. Kel was tall, taller than Valda and even taller than many of the Maratou, and easily the most broad-chested man in the room. She didn't know what he did in his own time, but here, he was a brute adonis, chiseled muscles, a warrior carved out of deep jade, worn from many battles. Scars covered his incredible body almost as much as normal skin-Kel was a perfect specimen of orc manhood, right down to his enormous, throbbing cock.




Barbarian Legends Ch. 04



No words were needed. Valda had finished with her last partners and he had just come back into the fray. He looked down at her, she up at him. Then he picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Valda was a goddess in her own right and was at home in the dominant position, but with Kel, getting picked up like a ragdoll was exactly what she wanted and she couldn't help but lean her forehead against his and grin like a maniac.

The barbarian guided his cock as the orc lowered her down with a leg over each gigantic arm, impaling her on his meat. She groaned in ecstasy as the long, straight member stretched even her wet sex to its limits. Kel slowly lifted Valda up and back down as he walked over to one of the walls, nonchalantly pinning her against it. Then he really started to fuck her. 

Orcs were taught from childhood to be rough, to take action, to neither shun from violence or hesitate when force was necessary. Some races called them savages, but they endured and they were not as brutal as many thought them to be, merely... durable.

It was this quality that the Maratou looked for, and found, in Kel. Kel was the picture of orc strength and endurance, and surpassed many, perhaps most of the Maratou themselves. But Valda was not a Maratou. She was a barbarian and she, too, was durable. She was also depraved.

Kel's hips slammed up against Valda's ass, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he roughly fucked her hard and fast enough for the wet, powerful slaps of skin against skin to ring out over the din of the rest of the orgy, to the point many people just stopped what they were doing and stared, some forgetting to even take the cocks out of their mouths. Even Grey, all of her holes currently filled, could hear the sounds of Kel's passion. The Maratou talked among themselves as they looked on over the lewd display. Kel himself didn't say anything and neither did Valda. Any words between them would've been redundant. All she wanted was faster and harder, and that was all he seemed interested in giving.

The two fierce warriors grunted and moaned savagely sounded out as they kept a positively furious pace. Kel sounded like some terrifying siege engine as all of his sixteen inches were repeatedly buried into Valda, his girth spreading her wide as the juices of her pleasure poured out of her and down Kel's legs. It must have gone on for at least a half hour before Kel's eyes began to roll back into his head, his body starting to just go through the motions as he himself began succumbing to exhaustion.

Valda caught this and pushed off from the wall, tipping them both over and sending her and Kel to the ground in a crash that frightened some nearby. It didn't stop either of them, Valda was prepared and Kel didn't even notice. At this point, Valda kept up the pace with her hips while Kel thrust furiously up into her. The added movements added to the speed and intensity from before. The flesh of Valda's loins, long since fucked clear of its decorative paint, was flushed a bright red.

"AH! AHN!" Kel shouted simply as his throbbing shaft unloaded into Valda, sending torrents of his hot cum deep into her hole, Valda crying out in passion as she felt it shooting into her womb with force. They kept knocking into one another until finally, Kel was spent, soft and tired. Valda rolled off of him and onto the floor, catching her breath and relaxing in one of his arms as the orc's seed leaked out of her before getting up and going back into the orgy.

Later, Valda's head bounced up and down on a male Maratou's shaft as Shakiya, one of Valda's former charges, pleasured her down below. Another male got in behind the young woman and began to fuck her from behind, causing her to moan into Valda's pussy which, in turn, caused Valda to moan into the male in front of her. His girth was beyond impressive and however fun her oral fixation was to her, she couldn't stop imagining it plumbing some of her other depths.

Valda pulled off from the two she was with, "Come here." She said, grabbing Shakiya and guiding her to the ground. The woman was hesitant at first, but went along with her because of all she'd heard of the barbarian's exploits. And after all, Valda was still her teacher.

Shakiya lay on her back on the ground, Valda on top of her in a sixty-nine position. Valda's man came in behind and began fucking Valda's tight, soaked pussy as Shakiya pleasured it from below. Meanwhile Valda moved Shakiya's man down to fuck the Maratou's pussy while Valda pleasured it from above.

Occasionally, Valda would come close to orgasm, tipping over to paint Shakiya's face, take her man's dick out of her and shove it in her own mouth for a temporary face-fucking while the same happened down at her rear. She ordered her man behind her to switch to her ass every so often, making sure all of her holes were thoroughly fucked. It wasn't until she had soaked Shakiya's face that she realized he was one of her charges from a previous year, and she let him know she was proud by letting him taste Shakiya on her tongue.

Finally, the man in front of Valda began to groan in a familiar tone and Valda impaled her face on his rod, taking his load right down her throat and swallowing every drop of the thick, pearly, oddly sweet liquid.

The man behind Valda was nowhere near done, though, as he began to pound into her with a greater fervor. The one who's load she had just swallowed calmly walked off to rest and get his bearings back, pleased by his first climax of the night. Valda took this opportunity to moan loudly into Shakiya's pussy, sucking on her clit as she roughly fingered the barbarian's sex, pleasured wet slaps echoing from the two ladies as the man's hips slammed against her ass in a rough, but pleasurable tempo.

Shakiya moaned right back into Valda's pussy, penetrating it with her long tongue as she roughly rubbed the barbarian's clit with her chin. They both had their fair share of orgasms and another man came to the front of Valda to take the place of the man who'd cum in her mouth, fucking the young but talented Maratou woman with enthusiasm as Valda licked them both.

Finally the man behind Valda throbbed, shook, and erupted and Shakiya directed him to cum into her mouth, swallowing the considerable load with ease. He too walked away to rest, although Valda had no intention to take any breaks at that time, still pleased by the position she was in and the thorough fucking she was being given.

Over time, several men and women came through to join them although Valda outlasted them all, including Shakiya. Watching painfully from a distance was Grey, yearning desperately to join the barbarian, but having a hard time of it. Finally, the last man she was with finished and unloaded right into the drow's tight pussy. Grey was free at last.

With cum dripping down between her legs, Grey made her way towards Valda, knees buckling underneath her as she walked forward, trembling, putting her hand out sometimes to gain support from the closest Maratou. But she was once again caught en route. Strong, clawed hands grasped around her waist and lifted her into the air, turning her around. Her new sudden lover was Deanna, the half-dragon woman whose paint was smeared in equal amounts by cum from both male and female Maratou.

"Grey," Deanna said, shaking her head to get a strand of wet, red hair out of her face, "You are one hot piece of ass, you know that?" She asked with a smirk.

"Uh, yeah sure, but I was just-" Grey tried to blow her off, small drops of cum still sputtering out of her mouth as she spoke..

"I've wanted to get a taste of you for the last couple weeks, but you know the rules. Now, finally, I'm free and I'm gonna take you, kay?"

"Um, well, I was kinda..." Grey tried again.

"Oh, don't worry," The dragoness said with a sly smile, "We're gonna get you all cleaned up."

Dragons were known for a lot of things and despite how rare their hybrid offspring were and how different they were from dragons themselves, they still took after their draconic parents to some degree. Deanna in particular possessed great strength and a voracious appetite for... everything. The half-dragon was something of a hedonist, taking in every pleasure she could without paying the price due to her robust draconic heritage. She was the kind of woman who got what she wanted, when she wanted it, but never paid the price.

The drow let out a surprised grunt as Deanna flipped her over, still holding her in the air, but now upside down. She didn't waste another word as she used her long, forked tongue to lick up the cum that had been flowing down Grey's legs, working from her calves up/down to her thighs and then finally coming to her warm, ludicrously wet sex, moaning with lust as her tongue scooped out the warm, sticky goo still filling its inner chambers.

Grey began to moan, grasping Deanna's legs for balance as that forked tongue worked over her battered pussy. The reptilian hybrid kept going, not caring that she, herself, wasn't getting pleasured directly, but lapping up every bit of the oddly tasty cum of the Maratou as well as the drow's own sweet juices. 

That tongue nearly bottomed out inside Grey, swirling around like a corkscrew to get out all the hot, sticky cum she could while the drow panted like a bitch in heat at the expert stimulation. Deanna's claws dug into Grey's ass, drawing light beads of blood, but neither noticed, the sensations they were experiencing were too great.

"Ah!" Deanna said, withdrawing from Grey's wanting pussy with a pop. 

Grey had cum twice already and was almost exhausted. She didn't think she could take anymore of this.

"Oh, what do we have here?" The half-dragon said, her tongue roaming over Grey's ass, following the trail of cum there to her puckered hole.

"Oh, Goddess..." Grey exclaimed as she was turned around, facing away from Deanna now, looking right towards Valda taking as many dicks as possible while more started a bukkake circle around her.

Just then, Deanna's tongue delved into Grey's asshole, giving it the same treatment as her pussy, working against the soft, spongy and abused walls to get every last drop of Maratou seed left within. The drow's legs bent, resting against Deanna's shoulders as Grey watched Valda suck and fuck cock and imagined the barbarian cleaning her ass like Deanna was.

Grey continued moaning, hands grasping at Deanna's toned legs, flexing and relaxing as waves of pleasure washed over her body. Her own juices began leaking up her stomach and mingling with the traces of cum already on her breasts as the half-dragon kept her upside down.

Grey began to get woozy, partly from being upside down for so long, but also from exhaustion and the stimulation from Deanna's tongue as it plumbed her depths for the sweet, sticky fluids of all the men who had paid the drow's chiseled body rough tribute. Finally, Deanna came away from Grey's ass with a light pop, licking her cum-stained lips.

"That was great, babe, call me when you get some more," the half-dragon said, lowering Grey somewhat roughly onto the ground beside her, leaving the drow exhausted and exposed as Deanna looked on towards Valda. "I'm gonna go get a piece of that now," she said before bounding off towards the barbarian.

The saucy barbarian in question was currently one of a few women surrounded by a circle of Maratou of every sex. Those in the center were on their knees pleasuring as many of those above them as possible, men or women. Valda herself had one long Maratou cock in her mouth, one in her hand and the fingers of the other deep in a quivering Maratou pussy. She also had one of the village elders underneath her happily letting her grind him on her own time, taking a break to watch the fireworks from the best seat in the house, making Valda the only girl there being penetrated outside of her mouth.

Many were crowded around Valda in particular, eager for her services, but they parted when Deanna stepped into the fray. The half-dragon looked over the scene and smiled wickedly. One man was close to finishing, stroking away at himself furiously to cum on a Maratou in the center-Da'kiya, one of Valda's charges, no longer bound by shyness or hesitation, hungry for cum and not going home until she got her fill.

Deanna stepped up behind the man, pressing her naked and luscious front to his back and took his hands off of his stiff rod, offering her hands to the Maratou woman kneeling between them who eagerly licked them until they were slick. Then, Deanna began stroking for the man, starting at a quick pace but rapidly speeding up. The man was nervous at first, but quickly got into it, leaning against Deanna and wrapping his arms around her to grop her large, firm ass.

Finally, Deanna could feel his throbbing and she smiled down at Da'kiya, "Open up, honey, this one's about to blow!" The Maratou woman eagerly went back to stroking the others as she opened her mouth wide to give him a clear shot.

Deanna was pleased to see how much her man came when he finally erupted. Erupted turned out to be a good way to describe it as the man came with volume and force. The half-dragon directed him delightedly, hosing down Da'kiya's face, giving her plenty to drink and then giving her a healthy smattering on her breasts.

When his flow became more of a trickle, Deanna abandoned her man to get on all fours, flapping her wings to create some space as she buried her face in Da'kiya's breasts, lapping up everything that her man had sprayed onto her.

Meanwhile, one of Valda's admirers, a woman, was nearing her climax and the barbarian began turning her attention to her. The woman's moans were loud and lewd and Valda wanted more. The amazon turned all her attention on this one woman, tweaking her clit and licking eagerly at her pussy until finally, she came and juices cascaded over Valda's face, smearing the last of her face paint away to the tune of a scream of ecstasy.

The woman took a step back, needing a breath and having taken her turn while Valda turned her attention back to the men in front of her when all of a sudden, Deanna made her way over. The barbarian had wanted to take the dragon for a ride for the last week or so. Her curves were luscious, some might say over the top, but all that could be blamed on her heritage, half-dragons tended to be more than well-endowed.

The half-dragon bent down over Valda's body, lapping up the juices of the men and women she'd been with that coated almost every inch of her. The barbarian moaned as that skilled tongue cleaned her up, but she did so into the red hot rod of a Maratou, a man just about ready to blow and all of a sudden, Valda had an idea.

She picked up the pace, bobbing her head up and down and stroking faster than ever. There was a lot of ground for Deanna to cover, but the half-dragon was quick to work and Valda knew she had little time. She deepthroated on one man while stroking two more until finally, the one she sucked began throbbing. 

She kept it up until the man just started cumming, at which point she almost came off of him, making sure to get all of his seed into her mouth. When he was done, Valda focused her attention on the other two men she had, ignoring the line that had formed behind them. One by one, she got both of them to cum and caught every last bit of their loads into her mouth.

Finally, Deanna reached Valda's neck, but the barbarian was ready for her. She took a hold of Deanna's red hair and wrenched her head back so she was looking straight up at Valda. The half-dragon was in the midst of smiling and was just about to say something when Valda spit out the cum she'd gathered into Deanna's half open mouth.

The dragoness was stunned, but recovered quickly, lapping it up and then tackling Valda to the ground. The two tongue-wrestled, licking the cum off of one another's faces and passing it back and forth as they kissed deeply, passionately and roughly, rolling around in an ever-growing pool of filth.

All Maratou, men and women, some who had previously stood on the receiving end of this orgiastic climax, stood around the two women passionately battling it out, stroking or fingering themselves to orgasm, which they then reigned down upon Valda and Deanna. Grey meanwhile looked on on the verge of tears-of all the people to find her laying helpless on the ground, it had been Kel, and now he was taking her roughly from behind in a dark corner, one of his powerful hands wrapped tight around her neck while the other slapped her ass raw while his diamond hard cock rocked her to the core.

Some time later, the great orgy had been reduced to a great pile. A mix of moaning and snoring Maratou and their guests filled the room, stacked one on top of the other in a great hive of spent bodies. Valda lay at the very top, basking in the warm, wet, and sticky afterglow, smiling tiredly at the limp bodies of Ke'shonda and Deanna, both of whom she had just outlasted. Further out in the dim room than she could see, buried at the bottom of the pile, with cum still dripping out of every orifice on her body, was the drow Gray-wet and sticky and somehow unsatisfied despite having a lifetime of sex at once because despite it all, not once did she get to join the barbarian at the top of the mountain.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 05



Grey's eyes seemed heavy... her whole body seemed heavy. With a confused groan, she lifted her shoulders off the ground, balancing herself on her hands and knees while she struggled to catch her bearings.

Where was she? Slowly she remembered... the island of the Maratou. The same place they had the orgy last night. Only now, it was dark, and she was alone.

Why was she alone? She looked around. Considering what happened last night, the room was remarkably clean, at least in the dark. It didn't even smell, although she supposed if it did she might not be able to tell over the pervasive scent of tropical fruit that filled the island even here. 

Her mind struggled to recall the details. She remembered Kel... and Deanna... but had she gotten to Valda? If she didn't make the barbarian hers, the whole trip was for nothing. She searched in the darkness for answers, finding nothing to buoy her spirits.

Her heart sank. For the first time since she was a little girl, the drow choked back a tear. "Goddess, why me?" She thought to herself. A year ago, she would have been able to truly enjoy the orgy. The pleasures of the island would have delighted her, and she would have pursued them with reckless abandon. Now they were empty, and had only prevented her from getting what she truly wanted. "Goddess..." she said softly, burying her head in her sticky hands.

Suddenly the doors crashed open, the floor shaking under Grey's feet. Light shone in, blinding the drow and exposing her dark skin, still unwashed from the night's revels. After a moment, the drow was able to make out a familiar silhouette. Her mouth gaped.

"You didn't think I forgot about you?" Valda asked as she took a step towards the drow, her beautiful, confident face stepping into view while the rest remained obscured. 

Grey couldn't find the words to respond. Valda laughed, stepping closer. "Get up and come over here," she ordered, her voice both tender and commanding. Grey struggled to comply, but didn't have the strength to get off her knees. 

Valda tutted. "Still so defiant. Well, don't worry, I have ways to make you follow orders," she now came fully into view. Naked and just as perfect as the drow remembered, but for one thing--she was sporting the biggest strap-on Grey had seen, a giant phallus that would make even Kel blush. 

"Y-yes," was all she could say. Valda's eyebrow rose as the barbarian smirked, running a hand through Grey's short hair.

*** The sound of Grey moaning Valda's name in her sleep made the barbarian's hair stand on her neck as it echoed from one side of the primitive, yet practical Maratou ship to the other. The barbarian reached to take another sip of grog, scratching her head and fidgeting awkwardly while Kel stared from across the small table they were playing cards on. It was still several hours before they would be in sight of the mainland.

"Still she cries for you," Kel said. "I am worried, I had thought she would wake by now. I feel partly responsible. I should have been more easy on her."

"You're fine," Valda responded, spilling a little of her drink on her lower lip as the vessel rocked ever so lightly on the gentle waves. "She's been messed up since I've known her," she said, wiping the spill off on the back of her hand and then licking it off her skin.

"And only since," the orc mused thoughtfully. 

Valda grimaced, not liking the thought of Grey obsessing over her. "You know, it's enough to just beat my ass in cards, you don't have to try to make me feel bad."

"You lose because you do not plan ahead," the orc responded, flatly ignoring the rest of her statement.

Valda glared at him, then sighed, turning her gaze across the ship, where Deanna could be seen tanning herself in the nude while Maratou sailors sat idle, the soothing breeze doing most of their work for them. 

"I'll try to keep my distance from her from now on," Valda said finally just as she lost another round.

"That would probably be best for both of you," Kel said, emotionless as he dealt another hand.

"You don't seem too excited about winning."

"You're not very good," he said flatly.

Valda straightened up, her bottom lip poking out as she took offense before shrugging it off and leaning forward, crossing her arms to puff out her now sun-spotted cleavage as she smiled suggestively. "Why don't we try something I am good at?" she asked.

"Oh?" The orc raised an eyebrow, then growled softly as he felt her slide a bare foot under the table and use it to gently stroke his inner thigh. She smiled more mischieviously, sliding the foot more and more until the orc jerked straight and then hopped out of his seat. "I'll get Deanna to join us."

"Sounds good," Valda grinned, clearing the table so it could be put to a much better, messier use.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 06



The old crone sat with her back turned, cackling softly to herself over gods-knew-what and slowly stirring a cauldron full of mysterious meat and other foul-smelling things. Valda glared at her from behind the last patch of brush in the ravine, trying to determine if she was the lich the barbarian was looking for.

Valda's tan skin was decorated today with golden arabesques that let her blend in with the sandstone of the ravine during this ruthless dry season. The camouflage was more than a fashion statement- the barbarian was on a dangerous, if far-fetched, mission. Four townspeople had gone out to the rocky hills on the edge of the savanna and never returned. Two merchants whose regular trips were crucial to the local economy had never arrived. All signs pointed to the people disappearing in this area. The townspeople blamed an ancient legend, a lich of tremendous power. Normally Valda would have been skeptical, but their sincerity, the certainty of their beliefs had her believing them, so she took the job of ridding them of this menace. 

She slowly crawled behind her quarry, stalking along like a cat on all fours until she was almost in striking distance. Finally she was right behind the old crone. She slowly, silently rose up on her feet.

Her blade touched the woman's throat. "Don't move a muscle, hag."

The old woman, all bones underneath a great black cloak, chuckled softly. "You really fell for it, didn't you?" she croaked. 

Valda's skin crawled as the hag's laughter was joined by one voice after another. She stiffened up and looked around to find the top of the ravine-and the exits-covered by an entirely too large group of bandits. So much for the lich theory.

The thieves on the ground quickly encircled her. Valda thought of taking the crone-clearly the brains of the operation-hostage, but the hag held up a tiny crossbow towards the barbarian's bare navel. "Don't think about it," her voice cracked. "Just stand still. That's right, it'll all be over soon... at least after my boys have their fun with AAAGHH-!"

Valda had kicked over the boiling cauldron, scalding the bandit leader mid-sentence, the foul soup covering her head to toe. The barbarian dove aside as a crossbow bolt flew from behind and above the hag, barely saving enough time to raise her guard and block a vicious lunge by the closest bandit. 

She struck back, landing an awesome blow that separated his neck, but before she could rejoice three more were on her. They weren't ready for the barbarian's skill, but then she wasn't ready for their numbers. A chaotic melee ensued, Valda using her physical talents to the utmost to dodge attacks from every direction and strike whenever she had the opportunity. 

Moments later, Valda stood panting in a puddle of blood. The floor of the ravine was strewn with scattered bodies of her foes, but the barbarian was still trapped, the majority of the bandits still alive and grinning at each other as her obvious fatigue spurred their confidence. The barbarian scowled back at them, confident she could take down a few more, but slowly resigning herself to the fact that this time, there would be no escape.

Or so she thought. 

Suddenly there was a flash of green fire all across the ravine, forcing the barbarian to cover her eyes as the heat singed her eyebrows and the air was filled with the sounds of her attackers screaming. Her hair whipped around wildly and she grit her teeth, bracing for the end. But death didn't come for her. She opened her eyes and found herself surrounded by charred bodies, some of them still covered in green flames.

The fires never burned out. Instead they began slithering off their victims and towards a point some twenty paces in front of her, turning into one small but bright pile, churning out black smoke. The barbarian looked on wild-eyed as the smoke began taking shape in three points, a head and wide, pointed shoulders, then falling down like a cape as the fire died and a figure the size of a tall man appeared in its place.

A foul looking husk stood in front of her, green dotted eyes and an elaborate but ratty cloak all that covered a nearly skeletonized body. The lich. Valda raised her sword as its mouth swung open like a door hanging off its hinges. The skin on her back crawled as she could see several foggy green shapes flow out from the bodies of the dead and into the lich's mouth, a sucking noise filling the air of the ravine and making even the bold amazon struggle to not cry out in fear.

The last of the fog went inside the lich's mouth, and the sucking noise stopped as its mouth swung shut. Valda tensed-but the lich held out its hand. The barbarian watched uneasily as the dried skin over the skeleton form started to turn from a rotten black to a smooth, pale white, the muscles and fat underneath the skin apparently regenerating as well. The skull and beady eyes began filling out into a gaunt, almost elvish face, pale lips growing out to cover its ivory teeth and gray, cobweb-like strands of hair turning light blonde. In a manner of seconds the lich actually became a lithe, pale skinned, and rather handsome man, albeit still intimidating in his menacing but ragged wardrobe.

"Lich Velan!" Valda sputtered.

The lich ignored her tone, reaching up to pull off his hood, his long hair blowing in the wind. "Yes. I take it these witless savages had been committing foul deeds and I was blamed? That's usually the case whenever lone adventurers start wandering these lands looking for a lich to slay."

Valda blinked back at him, confused.

"Well, there are your culprits. Either go back and tell them the truth or find my lair and face me, depending on if you value the gold they promised you, or your life. I don't kill for no reason, but your life can serve me as well as theirs has." As soon as he finished speaking, the lich disappeared into smoke once more, a cloud of it whisping further into the ravine and leaving Valda alone.

The barbarian was stunned, standing in the ravine, looking around at the charred remains of those that had assaulted her. Absent mindedly, she began walking in the direction of where the lich had been, her thoughts still swirling in her head. If he hadn't showed up when he had, she would probably be dead. Perhaps worse.

She felt gratitude, yes. Velan had saved her life, definitely, but liches were always evil, right? Valda knew next to nothing about what a lich was aside from the fact that they were undead and that they lived by stealing the lives of others. She'd had some of the horrible details of how they became liches described to her when it was pertinent, but she never really cared how something or someone had gotten the way it was, just the way it was now. 

Still, he had saved her and that was what mattered. Who was she to judge him, anyway? One could say that she'd done much good in her life, but she'd almost always done it for a price, when she could, anyways. It ended up balancing out and if you looked at it like that, wasn't the lich a good guy for saving her and taking the lives of all these evil people?

Valda had made it to the edge of the ravine where the lich had appeared. Its black skin and that terrible noise it made stuck with her, but so did his soft, pale flesh and the fact that she was still alive. In the distance, she could just barely see wisps of Velan's smoke. If she hurried now, she could follow him. She sat off, her mind made.

Lucky for her, he didn't just teleport and he didn't seem to make it hard on her to follow him. Still, she had to run just about as fast as she could, which made it hard to be stealthy. Hard, but hopefully not impossible, she thought to herself as her legs began to feel the burn and she began breathing heavily from the long exercise.

The lich had led her to a cave in a series of sparsely forested hills. She began to slow, catching her breath, aware she was going to need to save her energy. Valda hoped that the cave wasn't just some sort of tunnel because if so, it was going to make her lose him. Valda could run for miles under normal circumstances, but that had been a long ways to sprint-it was good that they had finally made it to his lair.

Slowly, tentatively, she made her way into the cave. The inside was dark and it took a little while for her eyes to adjust, but soon she was cautiously picking her way through its narrow passages. Oddly, it went from natural cave to ruins once nearly all of the light from the entrance was gone. She was still moving carefully to keep her footing, but the ground went into an even path and led to walls that she could place her hands on. She began looking for some sort of torch and found one almost immediately.

Now she could see the ruins. They were made out of dark stone, almost reminiscent of the material drow used in their buildings, but the architecture was significantly different. On the outside, the bricks were smooth, but once Valda entered through an archway, she began to see letters, runes, inscribed here and there. She wondered what they were for, stepping carefully for fear of magical traps.

Finally, she came upon some sort of combination of a anteroom and a laboratory with tomes of lore in dusty old bookshelves and components, surely magical, scattered about large tables. In the center of the room was a stone throne. It looked somewhat different from the rest of the room, as if it had been brought here from another place. Everything was dusty and old and in the center of the room sat Velan, the lich.

He looked bored and quite clearly disappointed, "So, you choose to challenge me. Pity."

Valda reached up, grabbing her sword... and then threw it aside. She shook her head. "You saved my life. I came here because I owe you thanks."

The lich arched an eyebrow as she threw away her weapon, but did not appear amused. "Your thanks are worthless, mortal, and you have nothing else to offer me. Begone."

"Is that so?" Valda asked, taking a step forward and popping her breasts out with a smirk.

"... Perhaps not."

"I thought so," Valda bit her bottom lip as she approached, tossing her scanty rags aside. She reached a finger out to stroke his cheek, tracing it down his slightly gaunt but handsome face as she straddled the cloaked lich's lap. "Why don't you whip it out-Velan, was it?" she asked as she began bluntly undressing him, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the floor before getting started on his strange robes, taking the opportunity to run her hands along his flat chest.

"At least the locals still remember my name," Velan scoffed. "You have me at a disadvantage," he said, running his fingers along her side, feeling her toned muscles, squeezing her firm body with quiet admiration. Valda liked that-too many clumsy lovers just went straight to fondling her abundant breasts, he seemed to have enough experience to appreciate the more particular aspects of her physique. 

Valda worked Velan's robes apart, exposing the long, thick rod as pale as the rest of his body, already hardening as the nude barbarian straddled his lap. For someone like Velan, who had just prior appeared as a husk, then a whisp of smoke, it made sense that he wasn't a paragon of modesty, he seemed beyond that. Valda liked it, it made it easier to get down to business.

She was also glad that her saviour was well-endowed. She supposed that if he was not, she'd still thank him, maybe cut to the chase though, cut out the bells and whistles so she could be on her way. However, seeing that Velan was packing impressive tinder, the amazon knew she could stoke her own fire as well.

She gave it a few exploratory strokes with her long, nimble fingers as Velan's own hands roamed further over her body. They were curious, ravenously so, as they massaged and prodded Valda's body in what almost seemed like an endeavor to memorize her features. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, she didn't mind his roaming hands, appreciated the care they took in exploring her body, but she wasn't quite so patient.

Valda scooted towards Velan in his lap, pressing her soft folds against his thick rod. Smirking, she looked down into Velan's eyes from her vantage point, "Well, this is where I usually get paid compliments," she teased, moving her hips almost imperceptibly as she ground against him, grinding the underside of his rod between her nether lips, working up from the base, but stopping well short of his tip.

"No words." Velan said, leaning forward himself and planting his lips to Valda's. No words, indeed, as his tongue invaded the barbarian's mouth. She hummed softly as the kiss went deep and the lich showed his obvious skill. Not one to be topped, Valda invaded right back, moving her tongue alongside his, not forcing it out of her mouth, but not allowing it free reign either as she began to slide around in his mouth too.

Valda's hips moved faster of their own accord, her lips getting wetter as his unyielding cock stimulated her womanhood and her tense little button as well. She moaned softly, but her concentration did not waver as a war was waged in their mouths. Valda was strong and aggressive, but Velan was clever and direct, their little competition causing them as much pleasure as the kiss. 

Valda's hips moved yet swifter as their battle raged on, each tongue wrapped around the other as her lips began leaking her glistening juices onto his now throbbingly-hard cock. She was forced to disengage, not from defeat, but with a truce as they moved on to more pleasing things. "It's time I showed you more thanks," she said, her face drifting farther away from Velan's as she got out of his lap.

The lich raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued at the barbarian's plan, "What do you have in mind?" he asked, eager to learn.

Valda stepped lightly on the stone at the foot of Velan's throne, then kept going down until her knees touched the throne as well. As leggy as she was, despite the size of the throne, Valda was now staring into the lich's lap. Wordlessly, she coyly stared up into his eyes, her chestnut orbs radiating lust and desire into his own pale blues as she reached out with a single finger and touched the tip of his long rod.

Valda looked between Velan and his manhood, admiring it for a moment before moving in. She leaned down and gently pressed her full lips to the head of his cock, the soft warmth of her body playing off of the hard coolness of his. Slowly, the barbarian fluttered her eyes shut as her head descended, taking his wide tip into her mouth with a hum, like she was savoring the taste.

Soft sucking sounds emanated throughout the room as Valda sucked on the tip, her ministrations making even the mighty lich tense his muscles and groan as her strong face dimpled on either side of his warm rod. Her tongue worked over it in circles, the soft, wet, bumpy texture dragging along the smoothness of his manhood, once around, twice and then one stroke along the underside. Once she was satisfied with his arousal, she began moving farther down, slowly and working him over with her tongue the entire way.

It wasn't too terribly long before the mighty barbarian had gotten his entire member into her mouth. His length penetrated her throat as she continued sucking, her tongue sticking out of her mouth and playing along what was left of the underside of her cock. Her hands gripping the throne, she looked up to Velan, staring at him with that same lustful look as before as she started coming off of it. It was slow, but she left her mouth open and once she had finished and it was out of her mouth, his cock was left dripping with her saliva.

With one last lick on the tip and the lich watching with rapt attention, Valda moved her body forward, puffing out her chest and placing two rather massive breasts to either side of Velan's glorious meat. With her long, nimble fingers, she pressed on either side of her breasts, pushing the splendidly soft flesh against his solid length.

Both knew what was happening now, so no words had to be exchanged, but looks certainly were. Valda began pumping his shaft with her her breasts, moving them up and down. The lich had enough length so that even buried in her cleavage, it came out far enough for Valda to lean down and lick the tip, occasionally sucking on it or spitting as more spit rubbed off on her breasts. She went on like this for a while, the skin of her breasts growing warm the more it rubbed against his member, so much so that there was almost a feeling of numbness as the friction turned her pink, but the sensation was throughout.

She moaned softly into it, although she wasn't getting any stimulation. It was a habit, but men preferred it when people in Valda's position made noise into their length, it added to what was already a symphony of sensation, insurmountably pleasurable.

Velan leaned his head back, the sight of this amazong goddess pleasing him was one to behold, one that, in all his years to come, he would never forget. But he grew greedy, as any man in his position would and Valda, having been in this position many times, knew exactly what he wanted.

The barbarian slowed, the skin on her breasts red from the friction, the saliva almost gone and his flesh hot from her bosom. She looked up with another glint in her eye, releasing his cock from the bondage of her breasts, as paradisical as it was, to lean down and give it another kiss, then another, much deeper one. She went on like that until his rod was once again glistening, well lubricated for their next act.

Valda stood, locking eyes with Velan as she slowly turned around. The lich kept far more eye contact than she would've anticipated, but as she was turning, his gaze broke and darted down to see the curves of her rear, generous, but firm and muscular underneath a pleasant cushion . The barbarian stretched out, having been kneeling on the floor, which accentuated her curves even more, drawing Velan's attention and lust to her body. He wanted what she had to give him, but she wasn't going to keep it from him.

Almost unceremoniously, she sat down on his lap. Velan gave a surprised grunt before those nimble fingers once again danced along the underside of his cock, "Where do you want it?" She asked, looking down at his burgeoning length trapped between her thighs.

"I wouldn't ask of the one giving the gift." Velan said. He'd have what she offered, but wouldn't ask for more. When he saw her walk through the archway and into this room, he had expected a fight. A short one, but a fight, nonetheless. Instead, he was getting this and as old as he was, as wise as he was, he knew not to demand, not to complain, he just enjoyed it as it happened.

Valda appreciated that, in a way, but she would have liked him to be somewhat more assertive. She knew she could bring it out of him, given time, but she had underestimated his willpower, she thought that he would've given in to his passions by now and her wild side made her wish that he had. However, she was nowhere near done. If he was going to hold his resolve and play coy with her, she would do what it took to break him.

"Alright," she said, propping herself up with one hand. She lifted her body up, her toes on the ground and a hand on the arm of the throne. The other was wrapped around his wet cock and as she rose high enough, aimed it at right at her ass. Valda then slowly lowered herself until the head of his member pressed against her rear entrance, the tight hole relaxing as she pursed her lips and sighed. She moaned softly as she lowered herself more, the pressure increasing until, finally, it gave and the head of his length entered her body.

Valda let a smooth, louder moan out at that, halting her progress momentarily. It didn't last long, though, as she began lowering herself down again, faster this time until she was sitting on his lap, his big prick thoroughly buried within her. Valda liked the feeling of being filled up this way and looking back to the lich, she knew he like filling her.




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"Comfortable?" she asked.

Velan nodded.

"Let's see how comfortable we can make you." She then began the process of bobbing up and down on his lap. His length withdrew, only to impale her once again as she had lifted far enough up. Up and down she went, Valda doing most of the work with her powerful legs while the rest of her concentrated on giving herself as much pleasure as she could, the barbarian not concerned with her own stamina. He couldn't last forever and as her moaning grew more frequent and louder, she stopped worrying about it entirely, getting wrapped up in the passion of the act herself.

It wasn't long before Velan's own groans of pleasure, soft as they may have been, joined in with her. His arms moved, he took Valda's thigh in one hand, reaching around and cupping a breast with the other. Now, he helped lift her up with his unnatural strength only to let her fall down into his lap again, the impact only adding to the euphoria of the intense sex.

Up and down again and again, they grew ever more vigorous and now the sounds of their flesh echoed throughout the ruins up to the mouth of the cave. Moans and groans increased and it was quite clear that the two of them were getting what they wanted out of each other.

Velan's lust grew, his libido unsatisfied. The barbarian often made many a man cum too quickly for her own benefit, some without even touching them, but Velan was different, he had experience to counter her own and it took much more to satisfy him. Fortunately for him, Valda was much more than normal and his growing want for her body was beginning to overcome his aloofness.

Their speed increased and the hand that was on Valda's breasts went to her other thigh, lifting her up and bringing her back down again and again. The barbarian's own arms went back to hold on to Velan, bringing his chest closer to her back, increasing the intimacy in this passionate sexual act.

The lich continued on, taking command just as Valda had wanted, just as she had fantasized as she had begun pleasuring him. She loved being in control, but when a lover could please her well, she didn't mind losing it and Velan was sufficient for this task. Then, he did something she wasn't quite expecting, making her lose it even more.

Velan lifted Valda up, still impaled on his cock, and stood up from the throne. Not once did he cease in fucking her, the rapid up and down movements, as he turned back to face the throne itself. He slowly let Valda down, letting her stand on her own, but pushed on her back to bend her over it.

The barbarian stuck out her ass as Velan drilled it, both of his hands on her hips as he groaned out in ecstasy. The slapping of flesh, his hips against her generous ass, echoed out louder and faster than before. Valda kept her hands placed firmly on either arm of the throne, her body wracked with pleasure as Velan went on and on, her chest swinging underneath her as he plowed her to hysteria.

Now it was Valda who was wanting more as she thrust her hips back against the lich's, the impact sending waves through her flesh, rocking her ass and sending chills up her spine. She grit her teeth, thrusting against him harder as he went faster. She was getting close and with his size, his speed and his force, her orgasm was going to be a good one.

Velan wasn't terribly far behind her. His grunting grew louder, almost rivaling her moaning until her sounds eclipsed his when her orgasm finally came. When it hit, it hit hard and juices squirted out of her womanhood, staining her thighs and making some of her body paint run down. She loved it, cried out for more, she was lost in the euphoria just as much as the lich was, but his own climax was soon to come.

Velan went faster and faster, unimpeded by the restraints of mere mortals as his magically empowered flesh went as fast as his lust could fuel it. Valda's long moans were cut into pieces with every impact from the lich. Her eyes were half-lidded, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she simply enjoyed being ridden.

Velan's body tensed up, his muscles showing obviously under his pale skin as his cock began to throb. Valda felt his hands squeeze her tight as a blanket of warmth spread out from his loins. His own eyes began to close as with every thrust, a thick line of his seed filled the barbarian. Despite the orgasm, he continued fucking her fast and hard until well after he'd finished filling her and she began to leak from the tight rim around his member, the white liquid splurting out with a plop when he finally withdrew from her well-fucked hole.

His hands wrapped around her waist as he turned again, lifting up a thigh as he fell back into the throne. They were still now, save for Valda's hips subtly grinding against Velan whether she knew it or not and both of their chests rising and falling as they breathed deeply, mortal or not.

One of his hands was once again under her thigh, the other groping her breast as she reached back and grabbed his neck, holding him close to her.

"You're welcome." She said, a smile on her face.

"Thank you," He said, "But I believe you have done me far more of a favor than I did to you. Saving your life was relatively easy, but I see how exhausted you are. I think I'm going to have to find a way to thank you back to make it even. Any ideas?"

"A few." Valda said, her grinding hips moving just a little bit faster once again.

They thanked each other many times, until the warpaint she had put on that morning was unrecognizable, the solid lines coated with cum and sweat, turned into a blur by the grip of strong hands all over her body. After he had thoroughly wrecked her tight rear, the barbarian insisted her sex get the same treatment, and his undead stamina rocked her world until that hole, too, was full of his warm juice. At that point it was dark-he offered to let her stay, and she did, so of course they had to find a way to occupy themselves, leading to more sex, some by the numbers, some raw and experimental.

When she woke up the next morning, Valda was so sore from fucking long, hard, and deep that she could barely muster the will to get up. She found the lich back in his laboratory, sorting through a small collection of trinkets. 

"I have something for you," the lich said without turning, although Valda wasn't sure how he had heard her walk in.

"You don't have-"

"I wanted to," he cut her off, turning around and holding up a small ring that looked to be made of ivory. "Put this in your ear," he said, tossing it to the barbarian.

Valda did so, replacing a small golden earring from one of her lobes. 

Velan explained. "I couldn't help noticing the scars on your beautiful body. Marks of your profession, no doubt, but keep that on and they'll gradually fade completely."

"Awesome!" Valda grinned. So far she had managed to not blemish her more important features, but it was nice to know her fighting would never ruin her good looks.

"Just don't lose an arm or anything," he warned. "And with that, I must bid you farewell. It'd be nice to just play with you for awhile but I really must return to my research-"

"Just one for the road." Valda pleaded, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder, pressing her breasts to his back, suddenly not sore anymore.

The lich gave a knowing smile, putting down his experiment. It could wait just a little longer.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 07



LadyD note: Hi guys! I barely worked on this one (just some editing for the first part in particular and maybe one page of writing), so it only seems right for the partner to make the note this time (partner in writing stories not... yeah!).

Author's Note: Hello, Op3999 here. Valda is an original creation of LadyDefiant who I co-author these stories with, but Corella is an original creation of my own (with much input from LadyD). I plan on including her a lot more in the future and even begin writing some Corella-centric stories to put on my own pages, still part of the Barbarian Legends universe. If you liked Corella and this is something you'd like to see, let me know. I'd appreciate the support.




It was late in the day in the forest of Kelburn, named for the town that laid in the center of the vast sea of oaks. It was mid-summer and the air was hot and arid, it having not yet rained since spring. Things were finally cooling down, but for a horny couple slightly off the beaten path of the forest, they had only begun to heat up.

Moans of pleasure and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh emanated through the woods. They came from two lovely women, the smaller one pinned to an old oak tree and the other holding her up by the waist. Both were nude except for the latter's drow-enchanted strap-on which she was using to drive the former against the bark.

Valda the barbarian, stuck once again in the throes of passion, but this time, the circumstances of her coital bliss were nowhere near as complicated as seemed to be normal for her. Instead, her traveling companion, the one held aloft with her demonic tail wrapping slightly around the tree, her legs wrapping around Valda's waist, had asked for her quite normally.

"Hey Valda?" asked Corella, a tiefling sorceress.

"Yes, Corella?" Valda asked, experience letting her guess where this was going.

"Wanna fuck?" asked Corella.

Valda was almost always up to a roll in the hay with Corella, not just for her cute looks, but because the tiefling's energy gave her a stamina that nearly matched Valda's own. Beyond that, she rebounded quickly with seemingly more energy than before. A few short minutes later, their clothes and belongings were discarded next to a tree, abandoned with any remains of their inhibitions.

They'd been there for about half an hour, going through different positions. The amazon goddess bent the petite tiefling over and rode her unreasonably delicious rump for a while, grasping her long, demonic tail for leverage. Then, she had Corella go to her knees, stroking the black strap-on with her delicate hands and sucking it with her plump, purple lips, all the while Valda took a hold of her short, black hair, feathers of the same color growing naturally alongside it, pulling on her scalp in order to pick up the pace. She'd even used the tiefling's small, purple horns like handles when that proved to not be enough for her barbarian libido.

Now the petite woman's shapely legs wrapped around Valda's sumptuous thighs, her tail trying for all it was worth to wrap around the old oak as Corella let out yelps of pleasure, her unnaturally pink skin flushed as her small breasts bounced as much as they could by virtue of Valda's almost violent force. Every once in a while the pruble nubs found themselves under the barbarian's attention, sucked on, bit, and pinched to the pleasure of them both.

The strap-on spread Corella's purple sex, the fluids of her passion flowing out of her, a deep glowing blue. Corella was an oddity on many accounts: her looks, her attitude, her energy and her aptitude for magic, but she was very fond of Valda, a mutual feeling returned in earnest by the buxom barbarian. They often traveled together, for both practical and lust-based reasons.

Valda continued holding Corella aloft, the sounds of their passion piercing the air. Corella gave yelps of ecstasy with every thrust while Valda gave lower groans of primal pleasure. The tiefling's grasp tightened and Valda sped up, knowing what was coming, or rather who. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of Valda's hips against Corella's demonically round ass, doubled in frequency as the sorceress began crying out louder and louder, deep blue liquids spluttering everywhere around her plugged hole.

Suddenly, Valda stopped, continuing to hold Corella against the tree as she looked around. They were no longer alone. Around the tree, between the two women and their equipment, stood a group of men. They all wore leather armor and had crude but nasty-looking weapons.

When Valda stopped, Corella took a moment to get over her disappointment enough to gather her composure and look around. Seeing the bandits around them, she stifled her panting to ask them, "Do you want to join us?"

Valda shot Corella a look of disappointment and frustration more than anger. The horny tiefling rarely cared who her partners were and often had trouble reading a situation. At any rate, the intrusion was not welcome as far as Valda was concerned and her expression quickly shushed her half-demon lover.

One of the bandits in particular stepped forward, the leader, judging by his gear. "Well, as enticing as that is, you're a bit dangerous looking for us to do that while you're still alive." He drew his sword, "It won't be an elegant end for you, but you demonic scum don't deserve one, anyways. We'll find a good home for all your belongings, though." He said with some chuckling from the others.

Valda turned to look at Corella, giving the tiefling a serious look, "Corella..." Valda said.

Finally, the tiefling began to understand the situation as well as what Valda wanted from her. She was a little disappointed as she didn't like violence, especially compared to sex, but she concentrated and held out her hand. Valda shut her eyes just as a bright flash of light emanated from the sorceress's hand, blinding all the bandits if but for a moment.

Valda moved as quickly as she could. Still holding Corella with one arm wrapped around her back, she began running, pushing a blind bandit aside and grabbing for their belongings as she booked it out into the forest. As the bandits recovered, they pursued, preparing crossbows as Valda ducked and weaved through the brush. Bolts and arrows whizzed passed the duo, Corella bouncing on Valda's front, limbs wrapped around her as moans of pleasure erupted from her mouth, the tiefling still speared on the sex toy as Valda tore her way through the uneven brush.

"Do something! Use your magic!" Valda panted.

"I caaan't~" Corella sputtered as stray branches swatted against her back and she came yet again against the bucking force, preventing her from concentrating enough to cast a spell.

After about fifteen minutes of running, Valda and Corella could not longer hear the bandits shouting amongst one another. They had long left them in the dust.

Corella had came three more times in the intervening time and Valda's legs were soaked with her blue fluid as well as covered in scratches from the thick brush (although not nearly as much as Corella's back and bare bottom).

"We lost them." Corella spoke between pants as Valda put her down. "Th-they were really quick, though, and gaining on us, why do you think they quit chasing us?" she asked as she sat down on the ground, tail flitting about playfully behind her as her body went rather limp from exhaustion.

Valda was about to answer when she looked down at what she'd grabbed, "Damnit!" She exclaimed.

"What?" Corella asked, tilting her head in confusion and sucking on a finger she had just rubbed against her drenched thighs.

"Well, I got your bag, but I missed mine," the barbarian replied, tossing the smaller bag in Corella's direction. "Got my sword, though," she said, holding up the weapon with a sigh of relief.

"Your bag had all your gold, right?" Corella asked.

"Yeah," Valda answered, noticeably defeated.

"Well, we still have my gold!" the tiefling responded hopefully.

Valda gave Corella a slight smile, walking over and ruffling the tiefling's hair/feathers and sitting down next to her, reducing the drow strap-on down to the ring and straps with a gasp. "Corella, you don't have any gold."

"You sure?" The tiefling's tail jerked sideways and she tilted her head like a begging cat.

"Yup. Remember that last night in the brothel? The lube your gnome friend insisted was a rare elf aphrodisiac?" the barbarian asked with a sigh.

"Well, if I find some, you can have it," Corella offered.

Valda chuckled, putting an arm around the slightly younger woman and pulling her close. "Thanks."

They took stock of what they had. Aside from all the strange things that Corella had in her bag (mostly magical tools and marital aids) and Valda's sword, there was nothing. True to Corella's nature, she had very few clothes and those that she had were highly revealing and impossible for Valda to wear. Aside from that, Corella owned no underwear.

In the end, Corella put on a pair of suspiciously short black shorts that did almost nothing to cover her rear as well as a bikini-style leather top of the same color which was, by far, the most conservative thing she owned. At first, Valda was at a loss, but then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she began tying Corella's clothes together and, before long, had a working loincloth and wrap for her breasts. Somehow, despite the fact that Valda was just tying them together, Corella's clothes on her seemed inexplicably more revealing than her usual fare of plain straps of cloth.

"Hey, what's that?" Corella asked, looking off into the distance.

Valda looked in the same direction and was surprised to see a cabin hidden in the trees. From this far away, it was hard to tell if anyone was occupying it, but it was a start. "Let's go check it out," the barbarian decided.

The building was small, a hunting cabin at one time or another, but by the look of all the plant growth over it, it didn't seem to be in use. Despite that, it didn't look too out of shape. Cobblestone made up the base of the cabin, but the rest was made out of wood, like most buildings in this area. It had a few windows, but the two women couldn't see anything inside but darkness.

"Doesn't look like anybody's here. It's getting late, though, so we might as well make some use of it," Valda said once they'd come back around to the front of the cabin.

Corella scrunched her brow. "Hmm, you sure? What if there's, like, some sorta witch that lives here or something?"

Valda gave the tiefling an amused look. "What, like you? Not terribly scary." She reached over and ruffled Corella's hair again, yanking playfully on one of her horns. "Come on, it's getting a little cold out here, let's get inside and start a fire."

Corella followed her barbarian stallion inside and cocked her head with slight confusion at what they found. It was very clean, oddly enough, and didn't have much hunting gear like it seemed there would be. It was all neat and tidy, but nothing terribly delicate seemed to be within reach. Almost no belongings, no decorations, it was very simple, almost spartan until you looked up and saw that most of these items were in fact present, just up higher and out of reach, even for Valda. One would need a step ladder to pull them down, but once you did you'd have a cozy little setup.

"Damnit." Valda spat. "You're right, there's someone here."

The barbarian found a locked door, grimaced and and with a solid bang from her shoulder, quickly burst into the only other room in the cabin aside from the bathroom, the bedroom. There she found a young woman sitting stark naked on the bed, staring up at Valda with green eyes full of shock and apprehension. She had long, dark raven hair and somewhat fair skin with obvious tan-lines. She shrieked and attempted to cover herself.

"What the?" Valda started.

"You've got to get out of here!" the woman exclaimed.

"See," Corella said, coming in after Valda, "I told you it was a witch. She's imprisoned this girl as some sort of sex slave." She turned to the girl, "Where is this witch, we'll handle her!" Corella said, popping her knuckles in a distinctly unintimidating fashion.

"No, there's no witch, it's a werewolf!" the woman said frantically.

"A sexy werewolf?" Corella asked, tilting her head again.

"No!" The woman said. 

Corella just gave a blank stare, momentarily thrown off.

"Wait," Valda said, "If it's a werewolf, going out would be suicide. This thing ain't made of silver," She said, gesturing to her sword, "It'd be way safer to hole up here."

"No, the werewolf is here!" She said.

"Is the werewolf talking to you right now?" Corella asked, an eyebrow raised in suspicion as she tried to deduce whether or not the woman was imagining things.

"No, you little dummy," Valda said, "She's the werewolf."

Corella gave a look of sudden understanding, "Oh..."

"Yes, so you need to get out of here!" The woman said.

"No, that's no good either." Valda said, "Your werewolf gets out of the house, right?" She asked. The woman nodded in response, "So it's still suicide because you'd still chase us down."

"We could kill her." Corella offered.

"No, we're not killing her. Way to show off the demon, Corella." Valda said. 

Corella shrugged, suggesting killing was definitely a last resort for her, "Then what do we do?"

"I dunno, I'm just the one who beats the shit outa stuff, but that's not going to work on a werewolf." Valda said, leaning on her sword. The woman looked at the sword point in the floor with some concern, "Don't you have some sort of spell or something?"

"No, there's no cure for werewolfism." Corella scrunched her brows, "But maybe..."

"What is it?" Valda and the woman asked at the same time.

"Well let me tell you, miss-interrupts-Corella-when-she's-about-to-explain-herself's." The tiefling said, puffing out her chest, "You can't cure it, but I might be able to change it. I'm kinda an expert in body modification, if I do say so myself."

"I don't think those kinds of changes would help, Corella." Valda said.

"It wouldn't be like that, I'd just change things around. She'd still go through a physical transformation, but I'd just be switching things around in her head and some of what changes in her body if we're lucky. Werewolfs get uncontrollable bloodlust, real primal, but I think I could change that into something else, it'd still be really strong, though." Corella explained.

"What would you change it to?" Valda asked, suspicious.

"Dunno. Bloodlust like that is super primal. I'd have to change it to something even more primal! But how..." The tiefling countered herself.

"Can you really do that?" The woman asked.

"More primal?" Valda asked, but was ignored.

"Sure, it beats you killing us or us trying to kill you." Corella said.

The woman nodded, "It's getting late, though, I'll change soon, do you have enough time?"

"Definitely, Valda'll keep you company until it's ready!" Corella said excitedly, "I'll be in the rest of the house making the spell, you two wait here!"

"Wait!" Valda said, not particularly wanting to be on werewolf duty, but it was too late. The overenthusiastic tiefling was already out of the room and her hums of contentment could be heard as she gathered components from her bag.

An uncomfortable silence pervaded over the room. Valda sat down in a wooden chair, unsure of what to do. The woman was nude and Valda might as well have been and if the woman were to turn into a werewolf, Valda was going to have to hold it back, at least long enough for Corella to get away, otherwise they'd both be dead.

"What're your names?" The woman asked, keeping her legs crossed and her arm covering her breasts.

"Oh, um I'm Valda and she's Corella." Valda said, gesturing to the other room, "What's, uh, yours?" She asked awkwardly.

"Lycea." She said.

A gasp came from the other room along with a loud pop. "I'm alright!" Corella called out.

"What are you two doing here?" Lycea asked.

Valda gave a soft chuckle, "Well, we were caught by bandits and had to run."

The woman gasped, "Oh my! Did they try and rape you?"

Valda scrunched her brow, "No, not exactly. Why would you-" Valda began before realizing why Lycea would come to that conclusion. "Wait," She said, something occurring to her as she remembered how the bandits had stopped chasing them shortly before they found the cabin, "Is this your wolf's territory?"

"Yeah, probably. They aren't always afraid to come closer, but tonights the full moon, so that's probably why you got away. Of course, that doesn't mean you're safe he-" Lycea cut off, doubling over.

"Are you okay?" Valda asked, "Is it starting?"

Lycea nodded before getting hit with another wave of pain. Her back arched and she moaned pitifully as the sound of popping bones echoed through the room. She began to grow in size, grunting and snarling, reaching the barbarian's size, and then growing even more. 

She looked back up at Valda with lupine eyes, growled, and lunged for the barbarian's throat.

Valda caught her mid-air, grabbing her bulging neck and shoulder, but the force of the leap threw the barbarian backwards, crashing her back into a dresser and almost making her release the monster in the painful impact. That was enough for Valda to give up on curing her and try to slay the werewolf to protect herself, but there was no hope of reaching her sword now. Valda would have to stall until Corella came back, or be ripped apart by this monster.

They tumbled to the floor, the werewolf still snapping at Valda's throat while the amazon held her away by her neck, foamy spit and hot air landing on the barbarian's flushed cheek. Quickly being overpowered, Valda used her experience to her advantage, wrapping both legs around one of the werewolf's and maneuvering herself back on top. Her knowledge as a fighter allowed her to twist around and wrap the monster up, Valda's legs around its waist, an arm under each armpit and her hand held together behind its neck. But as the beast rolled around and scratched at her arms, she found that outsmarting it was easy enough, but holding it was another matter entirely--her unmatched strength couldn't even compare to the monster's.

Lycea yelped as she suffered another abrupt change, sprouting claws and a tail, yowling madly in pain and rage as more bones popped, and her body and muscles grew yet again. She now had at least a foot on the barbarian and showed no signs of stopping.

With sheer strength, the werewolf threw Valda off of her back and over her shoulders onto the bed like a ragdoll. She turned and snarled, baring her claws and nasty, growing canines as Valda rolled onto all fours and braced for the next attack. Valda could have sworn she had seen a few cuts on the werewolf's face, but they were all gone now, just about all she'd need was fur and there'd be no Lycea left.

When Lycea came in for her next lunge, Valda was prepared, rolling with it and coming out on the werewolf's back again, the barbarian flat on the bed with her arms and knees pressing up on her foe. The werewolf was writhing in the air, the barbarian desperately trying to deny it anywhere to grab a foothold from to prevent it from using its strength. The werewolf squirmed and shook, trying to get free of Valda, but the barbarian had a good hold of her and had no intention of letting go.

Suddenly, Corella burst into the room. The tiefling stood proud and naked with a pearlescent strap-on, made entirely of magic fastened tight and standing at attention.

"You're serious." Valda said out loud, concerned at how unsurprised she was by this.

"Get her ready for me!" Corella said, striding forward.

Valda did her best to move Lycea around, her skill just barely winning out over the brute force of the werewolf. She held her positioned with her ass in the air, her claws clutching at the bed. She took one look at Corella with her lupine eyes, golden orbs falling down to her crotch as the werewolf whimpered.




Barbarian Legends Ch. 07



The tiefling came up behind Lycea, a hand laying on her hips and the other holding the shaft of the dildo. Slowly, but surely, she moved the werewoman's tail out of the way and pressed it to the werewolf's opening, Lycea whimpering as it put pressure on her womanhood.

The werewolf was still mostly human. Her mind was mostly gone, however, very little left of the woman within there. She had her lupine ears and tail, golden eyes, pronounced and sharpened teeth, pads on the bottom of her feet and claws coming from her fingers. Her body had grown longer, lithe, but clearly muscular. She was as tall, if not taller, than Valda, but much thinner. 

The woman would've been terrified by the prospect of what these strangers wanted to do, but the werewolf was a savage creature fueled by passion and bloodlust. At this stage, mixed with Lycea's mind, influenced subtly by her deepest desires, the werewoman appreciated the force and bravado that Corella, a much smaller woman, was showing, excited the barbarian holding her in place, she grew more and more aroused.

Lycea whimpered and growled as her body adjusted again, but at the same time, the head of Corella's magic member entered her hole and the werewoman let out a long whine that devolved into a quiet moan. Corella continued on, pressing further and spreading Lycea wide around her big, white cock, her juices allowing it to slowly glide through as it's surface dragged along her walls as it filled her up fully.

She bared her teeth, but let out moans, gasps and yelps of pleasure as the tiefling delved deeper and deeper. Eventually, Corella's hips met Lycea's rear, the member nearly bottoming out, an almost perfect size for the werewoman. At this point, she was relaxing, although there was no way in hell Valda was going to let her go, not a werewolf, not at the first sign of safety, she wasn't so naive. Still, though, the werewolf relaxing at all was odd and that's when it hit her. It had been a couple minutes as Corella entered Lycea at a painfully slow pace, but in that time, the woman had not changed any more than she already had. Whatever Corella had concocted, at the least, it was slowing or stopping the transition. Valda hoped beyond hope that Corella hadn't created a spell that required them to fuck Lycea until morning, she wasn't quite prepared for that... yet.

Now, just a little faster, Corella began to withdraw from Lycea, causing her to moan out more at the unexpected pleasure in the midst of her transformation. Usually, it was painful for both Lycea and her wolf, but she felt no pain now, only a warmth spreading through her loins.

Lycea panted like a wolf, whimpers coming out of her with the barbarian on her back, keeping her shoulders to the bed and her ass in the air as the tiefling worked her over. Corella moved her hips backwards, the strap-on large and thick, spreading Lycea wide. For the moment, Valda could only watch nervously as she tried to keep the werewolf from getting away, although she'd never heard them to be particularly clever. At least, not clever enough to fake pleasure to put others off guard. Still, Valda stayed vigilant.

Corella began to work up her speed, going back and forth, as Lycea lost more and more of her resolve to resist the tiefling. Valda's grip began to loosen only as the werewolf as Lycea got more and more into it, thrusting her hips back into Corella as the tiefling thrust forward. The rhythm increased and soon, Valda could feel a thump through Lycea as her ass collided with Corella's hips.

Corella said nothing, breathing heavily as she picked up the pace, slowly but surely, the pearlescent strap-on dripping pre-cum into Lycea, a concoction she had made to help the poor woman. At the moment, all it was doing was halting Lycea's transformation and rearranging the passion into something more conducive to the treatment, in this case, arousal. What the medicine would do in the long run remained to be seen, Corella was no apothecary, but she was hopeful and that had carried her far over time.

As the sex grew more enthusiastic on both sides, Corella patted Valda's rear, signalling her that it was safe for her to get off of Lycea. However, the barbarian had heard of werewolves, she had no illusions of them being misunderstood and she feared for what Lycea could do to Corella if she was released. Still, it was hard to see her as a monster while her tongue lolled out of her mouth in pleasure. Valda looked back and forth between Corella and Lycea and, nervously, got off the top of the werewolf. Standing on the floor, she counted more than a few cuts and bruises, but watching the werewolf and Corella, she began to relax and get a little aroused as well.

Corella continued ramping it up and soon the tell-tale sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the room. Valda sat back in a chair, simply watching for the time being as they sped up. She wasn't sure how fast Corella was intending to go, but she knew that Lycea as a werewolf, would not need to halt her acceleration any time soon. True to form, the two were going faster and faster and before long, Corella had to utter an incantation to enchant her speed and Valda herself was finding herself impressed with the tiefling again.

Slowly, tentatively, Valda slipped off her loincloth as she began to feel safe in the fact that Lycea would not hurt Corella, at least not intentionally. She began to play with her own wet folds as she caught a glimpse of the moisture going down the werewoman's legs. She let out loud moans, some of which almost sounded like barks. Valda laid back and began to really enjoy herself, then something happened to reignite her worry.

Lycea howled loudly as an orgasm crashed around Corella's white cock, her juices positively spraying out of her wet hole. Corella didn't slow down, although Lycea did, slumping against the sheets for a moment while her muscles twitched, showing the pleasure that had been given to her. Then, when it seemed she was out of energy, she sprang back into action.

Pushing against the sheets, her ass collided with Corella's front, pushing her onto her back. Only Corella's enhanced speed and flexibility saved her from hurting herself as she adjusted along with Lycea. Valda was already on her feet, but once she saw where this was going, she sat back down, telling her heart to settle. After they had adjusted, it was clear that Lycea had intended simply to take a different sexual position and succeeded. In this case, reverse cowgirl.

Now, Corella laid back and let Lycea do all the work, the werewolf straddling the tiefling's hips and getting to quick, vigorous work. Her body was nearly mesmerizing as her flesh rippled with the impact, but went firm as she bounced up and down on Corella's cock. She leaned forward, touching her head to the mattress between the tiefling's knees as she went into overdrive, hitting Corella with enough force to send her down into the mattress, then springing back up just for the next one. The tiefling was getting battered, but if there were women that could handle that kind of abuse, Valda and Corella were among their ranks.

Werewolves held an enormous amount of aggression, so much so that they'd kill people that were close to them simply out of bloodlust, but Corella was diverting that into sexual passion, which made for one very horny werewoman. There was no telling how much longer this was going to take, but as Valda relaxed enough to play with herself more enthusiastically, working circles with her thumb over her clit and fingering herself with her pointer and middle fingers to the sight, it became clear that Corella was holding something back.

In truth, the tiefling was waiting. The strap-on was magical, Corella's trademarked brand, and it leaked pre-cum into Lycea's soaked and battered hole the entire time they had sex, but the trick was that it could climax, Corella could feel it and it would climax when she did, administering the remainder of the medicine. However, it was also clear that while the'd made progress, Corella didn't think it was time for that and she was desperately holding on despite the werewolf's rapid ministrations, to keep the orgasm until it was time.

Lycea's tail wagged happily, although it was hard to tell, as she went up and down on Corella and soon, her speed, her panting and her pleasured moans showed that she was getting close again. What position she'd want after this, if she wanted a change in position, was difficult to tell, but it concerned Valda who knew that the tiefling, for all her experience, was less durable than the amazon and at the mercy of the werewolf.

With every bounce, Lycea's muscles showed, in her back, her arms and her legs. Lycea the woman was thin with a little curve, but the werewolf was strong, still lithe, but muscular and it showed as she went faster than even Valda or Corella could go without enchantment as she panted into the bed, moaning loud, muffled moans.

Meanwhile, Corella, who was anything but muscular, maybe even a little skinny-fat (although it would be a bad idea to say it to her face) rocked with every impact of Lycea's shapely rear. Her hips sank into the mattress, springing back only to impact with the werewolf's ass again in a rapid cycle. It rippled out up her soft stomach and sent her breasts jiggling wildly, so much so that the tiefling cycled between grasping the bed and grasping her own chest, partly due to the pleasure, partly because she just needed to hold on. In addition to that, Corella's head whipped up and down so fast she nearly got whiplash, her hair a mess, though gladly not too wild due to it's short cut.

Soon, Lycea sat up, arching her back and whipping her head back, howling again, slowing down, then stopping as her body contracted around Corella's magic cock once more. She panted with pleasure, chest heaving, her pert breasts standing out like a stage for her rock-hard nipples. She had climaxed and for the first time in a while, stopped moving.

Corella looked up, breathing heavily and still letting out small moans, her eyes showing her dazed state, her dizziness from the abrupt movement combined with the somewhat sudden stop. She was still recovering as Lycea got off her lap, taking Corella out from within herself. This worried both Valda and Corella as it stopped the flow of medicine, but what was going on was clear only to the werewolf who had no intention of stopping now. She sat down facing Corella, leaning forward and grabbing the tiefling's hands, gently, seemingly, pulling her up.

The dazed and confused Corella sat up and tried to look at Lycea, who had laid down on her back, legs spread, as Corella was pulled up. The tiefling was so dazed she didn't understand at first, but as the werewolf spread her womanly lips, all became clear. Enchanting herself once again, Corella mounted Lycea, pushing her cock back in quickly to avoid any spilled medicine. This pleased the werewolf who moaned unabashedly as the tiefling entered her once again and once everything was aligned, she started thrusting once again.

Now Corella was once again on top, but this was clearly different from her first time. This time, she went right into the fast-paced, aggressive rhythm Lycea had already established, cooing in pleasure as she went at superhuman speeds, her hips nearly a blur, as she pleasured the werewoman. Lycea, on the other hand, simply held on to the covers for dear life as it was her turn to be rocked, her breasts, larger than Corella's almost nonexistant ones, moving up and down at a delirious pace.

Valda, meanwhile, watched with her hand buried in her crotch, adding to the moans with her own as she worked her crevasse and massaged her folds with one hand, the other grasping one massive, compared to the other women's, breast, the wrap for it in a pile next to her chair.

The thrusting continued for several more orgasms before anyone ceased their rapid movements, flesh thrusting against flesh. Lycea had orgasmed once and tried to change positions, but Corella pushed her back down, not with any superhuman force, but as a simple gamble and it worked. The wolf in Lycea respected the show and stayed put, accepting her place beneath what might as well have been an alpha male by that point.

When it stopped, it was with a loud cry from Corella. Valda had noticed when the tiefling withdrew from Lycea, only to thrust back in again, that the strap-on was fading. It was a pearly white to begin with, it's surface sparkling iridescence, but now, it had become faded and Valda could nearly see through it.

Corella thrust in and with a mighty groan, she finally got her own climax. Her demonic willpower, which she very rarely exerted, had kept her going throughout and it had finally come time for her to administer the rest of the medicine. She collapsed on top of the panting werewolf, the strap-on gone, reduced to medicine inside Lycea, whose body began to glow a faint white as the rest of the medicine was absorbed. Then, a sudden flash of light.

Corella was still collapsed over Lycea, a panting mess, but the werewolf had changed. She still had wolf ears and a tail, but all other indications of her monstrous nature had disappeared. Aside from her muscles, she was the same Lycea as before the change.

"Wow!" She said, panting as well.

"Yeah!" Valda said, standing up, her thighs drenched with her own fluids, "You spoke!"

Lycea's eyes went wide, "I did!" She said.

The panting tiefling struggled to get the words out, "Yeah... medicine... in you... worked... now your... normal."

"She's still not normal." Valda said.

Corella made a dismissive gesture as she rolled off of Lycea.

"I'm normal enough." The werewoman said, testing out her ears.

"How do you feel?" Valda asked, taking a cautious step closer to bed.

Lycea flashed her teeth in a wide smile, her canines just a little bit elongated, although that could easily be Valda's imagination, "I feel like having more." She said, gesturing to the barbarian.

Later, much later, after the sun rose, the three women laid in bed, all nude, all covered in sweat and other feminine juices. Corella was asleep like the dead, Lycea cuddling close to Valda and the barbarian between the two, holding both.

Valda was the first to stir, followed quickly by Lycea. The smaller woman, now less muscular and lacking the attributes of the wolf, looked startled, "What happened?" She asked.

"Do you remember last night?" Valda asked, more curious than anything.

"I... I do!" She said, surprised before her face went as red as a beet, "Did... did that really happen?"

Valda smirked and nodded her head.

"I think I liked it a little better when I didn't remember anything." She said, confused and embarrassed.

"Good, you're awake." Corella said, sitting up from her slumber and stretching out, "I've been waiting for you for hours." She said. Valda scoffed at the idea, knowing full well how tired the tiefling was and just how asleep she had just been.

"What's happened to me?" Lycea asked, somewhat afraid, taking the blanket away from Valda to cover herself, which only resulted in exposing the other two women and reddening Lycea's face again.

"I made a medicine." Corella said, "I put it in my favorite healing spell." She said, giving a tired and goofy smirk, "A penis." Valda sighed as Corella, still wiping the sleep from her eyes, continued, "Did you know the vagina's a mucous membrane?"

"A what?" Valda asked.

"Ew." Lycea said.

"Oh, don't be like that. Anyways, I was able to make a medicine that was absorbed through it and it fixed you."

"I don't understand." Lycea said.

"I changed the wolf." Corella said, "Like I was saying before, you can't cure it, but you can change it, so I changed it to make you horny instead of bloodthirsty." She said, "Plus, I changed it to make you cuter when you change. I'm kinda a pro at that." She said, sounding quite self-confident.

"Are you saying I'm going to be like that every full moon?" She asked, somewhat afraid.

"Sure, let me give you a demonstration." Corella said, crawling towards Lycea.

The woman shot from the bed, the blanket wrapped around her midsection, "L-let me go make you breakfast. Y-you know, as g-gratitude!" She said, shouting the last part on her way out the door.

Corella looked a little sullen and pouty, looking up to Valda.

"Do you want to show me?" Asked the smirking barbarian.

Corella nodded, jumping on Valda like a lusty little werewolf.

From then on, the forest went from a no-mans land, especially during the full moon, to a land where men from nearby flocked during that same moon. Young men, and women, age 18 and beyond would head into the woods. For some, it was a test of manhood, a way to enter into adulthood and for others, the already initiated, it was a test of virility, to try and outlast the wolf. None made it, but many tried. For the women, going to see the wolf-woman was just plain fun.



Barbarian Legends Ch. 08



Valda looked out over the still waters of the lake, squinting for a sign of the opposite shore through the thick fog, finding none. Behind her, Corella picked through the mossy rocks beside the cliff-face, looking for something, although the barbarian was not quite sure what that something was. Wolves howled somewhere off in the distance, but while the two women were anxious to find the shelter the tiefling sorceress had scryed for, neither seemed at all concerned by the sound.

"You sure there's an inn here?" Valda asked skeptically.

"That spell's always worked before. I'm tellin ya, it's just hidden somehow," Corella trilled out, stumbling through damp rocks and mossy cliffside.

Valda shrugged and sat down on a rock to rest her feet in the cool water. "If you say so," she said, tracing smooth arcs with her toe and watching the ripples move out slowly, displacing and distorting the dark surface of the pool.

"Here it is!" Corella clapped. The tiefling snapped her fingers and a small, green spark fell from her hand onto the wide, flat rock she was standing on. Suddenly there was a flash of light and a glowing circle covered with runes appeared on the rock, along with a tall archway on the side of the cliff.

"I haven't seen one of these in forever!" Corella smiled, walking around the natural dias, the glowing runes shifting like rays of light through clear ocean water. 

"What is it?" Valda asked, looking back over her shoulder, too relaxed with her feet in the water to get up just yet. She cracked a smile as she felt a fish nibbling at her big toe and absently kicked at the water to scare it away.

"Well, most people call it a clearance circle. Basically, you follow the instructions on those runes above the door while standing inside the circle and the magic will open the door for you."

"What do they say?" Valda didn't want to remind Corella that she couldn't read, even when it came to non-runes.

"Right! The first row, those big ones on the top, that's just the name. 'The Fisherman's Wives.'"

"... That's a really weird name for an inn."

"Isn't it?" Corella shrugged her slim shoulders, a tight, but thin black, sleeveless top covering what needed to be covered with a short grey skirt flowing halfway down her thighs. "Anyway, I don't really get the instructions either. It just says 'Come inside and be our guest.' Usually there's a password or a riddle or something..."

"Shit!" Valda suddenly cursed as she felt her legs shoot out from underneath her and she was dragged waist deep into the water, her chest slamming into the rock she was sitting on as she hung on for dear life. It was no fish that had been poking at her toes-the two women turned to find the barbarian's legs wrapped among a mass of long, thick grey tentacles. 

Valda clung tightly to the rock, her muscled arms bulging as the tentacles tugged at her more and more, jerking her off the rock one finger at a time as they crept further up her legs until they came past her waist. She looked up and made eye contact with the frightened Corella one last time before her strength failed and she shot into the water with an anticlimactic bloop. 

"Valda!" the tiefling cried out, voice cracking as she covered her mouth pitifully with both hands, her tail straight out like a frightened cat, but the lake was going still until even the ripples that marked Valda's departure were gone.

Then, suddenly Valda flew up above the lake, one leg and arm still bound as she kicked and held one of the tentacles to her mouth, biting it violently and causing the whole group to release her, tossing her several yards until she hit the water again face-first.

"Corella!" the barbarian's head and shoulders appeared above the water, jerking back and forth in a life or death struggle with an unseen opponent. "My sword!" It lay right next to the rock on the shore, long and gleaming.

"Right!" the tiefling shouted out, hopped down and seizing it, standing on the rock and holding the blade nervously as Valda was tossed around over the lake like a ragdoll. 

"Just throw it!" Valda barked, her legs again wrapped together and only one arm free as she swung across the water once again.

Corella closed her eyes and did as Valda asked, sending the blade whirling out as hard as she could, which wasn't very hard at all. Valda caught it by the handle, but backwards, her face half submerged and just her free arm above the water as both she and her assailant disappeared once more into the depths.

Corella bobbed on her toes nervously as she stared out at the water at a trail of bubbles marking her best friend's struggle for survival. Finally there was a big surge of them popping on the surface at once, followed by a sound like the yelp of a big dog getting kicked on the rump. A second later and the barbarian was spat back out on shore like a misaimed cannonball. 

Valda coughed up a bit of slimy water and pulled herself upright, quickly adjusting her rags (which were torn half off) and shaking her long hair out of her face. "Let's get out of here!" she shouted as the water began stirring behind her again, the barbarian following the fleet-footed tiefling with water dripping everywhere she went, leaving a trail of small puddles stained teal from her body paint.

It didn't take them long to realize that they were not being pursued. "It doesn't seem," Corella said, leaning over and panting with her hands on her knees, "Very interested in following us." 

Valda shrugged, leaning over with her hand on a tree. "Maybe I kicked its ass harder than I thought."

"Yeah? What'd you do?" 

"I thought I just hit it with my pommell. I don't know, maybe I managed to cut something, but as soon as I landed the blow it threw me."

Corella giggled, sitting down on the ground and briefly exposing her simple, striped underwear beneath the skirt, "Maybe you hit it in the baby-maker." 

Valda grinned back. "Probably." 

"So... I just realized something." Corella went on, quickly regaining her breath, "Monsters like that don't just hang out in lakes, or at least I've never heard of there being giant squids in fresh water. It was probably the doorman...door-monster? Guard... thing for the inn I scryed." Corella's tail swished around behind her over her skirt and she poked her cheek with her finger as she spoke.

"People do that?"

"Apparently!" the tiefling shrugged.

"So, it's an inn, but hidden, with a magic door with instructions that don't mean anything, and a crazy monster in the lake beside it." Valda had taken a seat on a tree stump, leaning against her sword with one hand and gesturing with the other as she laid out their bizarre situation. 

Suddenly, Corella gasped. "Oh, I know! Maybe~!"

Valda stared quizzically at the tiefling, whose mind was obviously still racing faster than she could articulate herself. But then the thought that had struck Corella hit the barbarian too, and Valda ran a palm frustratedly through her hair.

"Cum Inside and Be Our Guest," they said in unison, Valda groaning, Corella trilling melodically like a teacher's pet giving a clever answer to a hard question.

When they returned there was no sign of either monster or magic door. With a nod, Valda finished stripping, putting her clothes and gear by the cliff face where the door would appear as Corella did the same. Once they were nude, Valda held the tiefling's hand and helped her back where the magic circle would appear. 

The two stood nude in the chilly moonlight. Corella's pink skin puckered into goosebumps, her purple nipples hardening as Valda shifted from foot to foot, already adjusted to the cold. The barbarian patted Corella's bum to signal that she was ready, and the tiefling reactivated the clearance circle, the two women facing the lake and shuffling in place a little hesitantly.

The lake was still for a moment, but before long a gentle but constant stream of bubbles surfaced in the middle before heading ashore. Corella's heart quickened and Valda couldn't help but shift into a more defensive stance as it approached. Finally at least a dozen soft grey tentacles emerged from the water, dripping and covered with a sheen of lubricant that smelled like nice perfume. They separated on the way into groups meant for either woman, the platoon meant for Valda advancing almost tentatively while the others immediately started stroking up and down Corella's legs.

Corella giggled. "Looks like they're still afraid of you!" she said, poking Valda's stomach with her tail as a soft, supple organ wrapped around her waist.

"Aw," Valda said, crouching down on her toes and reaching out and gently petting a big, fat one as she puckered her lips and cooed out to it like a puppy, "I'm scho shorry," The tentacles responded positively, reaching out and touching her on their own for the first time, one raising up and softly poking her cheek. Valda smiled, tilting her head slightly and kissing it softly. 

That was enough to take whatever lingering doubts the lake-thing had away. The tentacles advanced on both women quickly and in abundance, wrapping around then, sliding across their skin, feeling them, caressing their curves and squeezing the most plush, sensitive parts of their young bodies. The tendrils had a smooth, almost slimy but still comforting texture that left an odd, warm sensation as it slid over their skins, leaving their bodies glistening wherever it touched.

"Ooh, so gentle," Corella sighed as the tips of two tentacles gently flicked her purple nubs, hard from the cold and now, arousal. 

"Too gentle," Valda corrected, reaching out to grab a thick one as the same was done to her. Tasting it first with one long, drawn-out lick. It actually tasted rather pleasant, silky and sweet like a fruity dessert. She held it still so that she could nearly swallow with a happy gulp, immediately taking it to the the beginning of her throat and, slowly, a little farther, happily wrapping her tongue around it all the way.

A shudder traveled throughout the whole mass of tentacles. "Mmm," Valda moaned low and heavy, wrapping her lips tight around the pliant grey skin, letting it prod deeper inside to the tighter flesh of her throat and sucking around the sweet-tasting mass. The forest of tentacles shuddered again as her moan vibrated through it, and then started grabbing her wrists and ankles as a group of several thick organs wrapped tight around the barbarian's bombastic hips, beginning to lift her up into the air.

"Go Valda, go!" Corella cheered on as she gently stroked a tentacle in either hand, her tail whipping out and spanking the barbarian's exposed ass even as Valda was slowly lifted off her feet. "Come here, baby," Corella purred, reaching out and grabbing a rather big tentacle and holding it in front of her mouth, running the edge of her long, thin tongue around its own fat tip before attempting to put it in her mouth with little success as she tried to copy what Valda did with hers.

She shrugged off the disappointment, sighed happily and rolled back onto her ankles, falling backwards without fear onto a mass of tentacles that both cradled protectively and groped lustily. One tentacle slid between the gracious cheeks of Corella's rear, another wrapping in a spiral pattern around one of her legs, gently teasing the lips of her womanhood as it continued upwards over her side and to her shoulder. Lastly, several more tentacles tried to wrap around the tiefling's breasts, only partially succeeding due to both their size and their slickness. 

Giggling, she began stroking the big one as it slowly slid in her mouth, holding and squeezing the slick grey member as her hands jerked up and down, gaining speed as time went on. Lower, around a thicker point of the tentacle, her legs wrapped around and she did the same with her thighs. Soon even her tail wrapped around it and got in on the action, the tiefling using every limb plus her mouth to stroke the giant member.

Meanwhile, Valda hung happily in the air directly above her. The barbarian smiled at the corners of her stuffed mouth as she saw several tentacles sneaking their way behind her. "Hmmm~" the barbarian sighed through a full mouth as she felt the soft tips gingerly slide between the flesh of her legs and ass, spreading apart her toned rear and pussy lips. The monster poked at her clit, an especially small tentacle sliding against it and even briefly wrapping around just to slide off from all the lubricant. Slowly, gently it prodded both of her holes open before finally sliding a soft, thick, and pulsating member inside each, their slick surface naturally lubing her up as they circled in, teasingly at first.

However, the tentacles were learning her limits quickly, and although they'd been teasing and, with Corella, they were as gentle as the tiefling liked, they quickly slid into Valda's entrances, circling all the way inside until they both had to stop, one with a more obvious barrier than the other. Valda's flesh was spread wide around the tentacles which seemed to expand after they pressed inside, and although they no longer held her wide from the outside, she and the tentacles were more than wet enough to give them free reign. They stayed buried deep within her for a few moments before moving and despite a slow start, soon got up to speed and began pumping the horny barbarian at a pace that she found more suitable. That is, breakneck.

Her moaning was deep as it vibrated through the tentacle in her mouth, no slapping from her tight pussy but a wet sliding sound instead as the tentacles went back and forth, the only other noise the passive bounce of Valda's round ass against the swarm of organs at her back.. The tentacles picked up pace more and more as Valda's moans grew louder, squirming and writhing to spread her even more as they did it, bunching up to add more and more girth.

Corella, meanwhile, suckled happily on the plump grey mass pumping itself inside her mouth, spreading her lips quite wide as well as her eyes locked on the display directly above her. From down below, she could see Valda perfectly, her beautiful pussy spread by a big fat tentacle on one end while her throat bulged from the tentacle she was deepthroating on the other. Corella felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the tentacles starting pumping inside the barbarian, making her bounce to a quickening beat, the tentacles providing not just a deep, three-hole fucking, but an impromptu sex swing as they held her arms, legs, and waist far better than such slick appendages should've. 

Before long, the barbarian's hanging breasts were swinging wildly as she was pounded with a fierceness, the grey members seemingly growing bigger and more aggressive as Valda showed not just that she could take it, but that she loved it as drops of lady juice mixed with the monster's lubricant and sprinkled down on the pink spectator, moaning softly just from that the whole while.

That was too much for the tiefling to bear without joining in. "Let's go, I want some!" she said after pulling out the tentacle, and somewhat surprisingly, it seemed to understand. In no time at all, Corella was lifted up to eye level with the barbarian, who winked at her through a full mouth as the tiefling's legs were spread behind her, her ankles pulled to each side until she was doing the splits. Her ass was held high by a tentacle wrapped around her tail, giving Valda a good view of it despite their positions in the air. 

Corella bit her lip and kept eye contact with the lust-filled barbarian until she finally felt something big drive inside her, and her entire body arched as she squealed in delight. "So good~" she moaned as it immediately began went deep within her.

The tiefling's pussy spread tight around the incredibly thick tentacle worming its way into her depths. Once it found her limits, it didn't thrust back and forth like the group plowing into Valda. With the tip pressed against her firm, inner barrier it started to spiral in a quasi drill formation, working as if to draw all the juices she had to produce out of her and causing the light, faintly glowing liquid to drip down in no time . She cried out loudly, her muscles twitching and spasming already as she tried somehow to writhe her body around the tentacles that literally screwed her in such a primally sexual, but dutifully intimate way.

"Mwahh-" Valda groaned, mouth wide as the sloppy wet tentacle pulled out of her mouth, slathering her saliva on Corella's cheeks in a strange caress before pushing inside her purple lips. "Agreed," The barbarian finally said. She reached forward, the cooperative tentacles loosing up to allow the movement as she grabbed Corella's horns, pulling the tiefling closer so she could press her lips to the tiefling's, holding the tentacle tightly between them as it slid out and away, instead wrapping around both of their shoulders and reaching down to squeeze one of the barbarian's plump breasts. 

The two embraced as more tentacles pushed inside, each girl being filled and filled deep, their bodies entwined between the forest of tentacles penetrating both their holes and their tongues' animalistic domination of each other's mouth, bouncing up against each other as they took it hard, their flushed, shining and soft skin rubbing together with one thigh around the other's waist, the remaining legs dangling as tentacles caressed their skin, gentle, passionate, hard, and frenzied all at once.

"V-Valda, I'm going to cum soon~" Corella finally said, her tongue hanging out as she was fucked faster and faster, her wet pussy clinging tightly to grey flesh and her head jerking a little back and forth every time the tentacles inside moved and pushed her light body around again. Her firm, flat, slick chest pressed tightly against Valda's generous, soft and equally slick bosom as she was brought closer and closer to the inevitable climax.

"Yeah, me too!" Valda's back was arched as she was plowed as deep and as hard as possible, tentacles squeezing her tits, rubbing between the two girls, but taking the most advantage of the durable and cock-hungry Valda while another rubbed her clit, her arms holding the tiefling's face tight against her slick chest. 

"I want to taste it!" Corella yelped with demonic, sexual hunger and a deeper, almost raspy voice that only came out in these animal moments. And just like that, the monster granted her wish, immediately flipping Valda on her back and bouncing her ass against a stack of grey members as it pulled out and spread her lips, the sudden shock making her cum fantastically, spraying Corella's face just as tentacles pushed deep inside the tiefling and held her up there against Valda's pussy, the tiefling's tongue lashing out and her mouth sucking thirstily. The petite girl's own cum slowly oozed out over the tentacles as she plunged her tongue in Valda's pussy and drank deep, Valda's thighs twitching around her shoulders as the barbarian moaned lustfully.

"Again, do it again!" Valda shouted, and before she could reconsider they were being fucked once more, manipulated into different positions, each according to their whims and pleasure.

After what felt like hours and probably was, Valda finally succumbed to exhaustion. As she hung limply in the air, the tentacles brought her to one last orgasm, this time with a twist. Swelling up to their biggest size yet, a tiny slit opened at the tip of each tentacle and, as Valda was rocked into one more climax, they began spraying gallons of goo over, inside, and around her. Too worn out to even express her shock at being coated in monster jizz, Valda simply hung with her mouth open as the tentacles gingerly lowered her to the ground on top of a cum-splattered and barely moving Corella, the tiefling having been exhausted already and left to cuddle with the thickest tentacle on a bed of its grey brothers, the half-demon only just now stirred back to consciousness by the sudden eruption of her bed and the swarm holding Valda above her. Valda allowed herself to be draped over the crumbled tiefling, panting and licking cum off herself in a daze while her friend nuzzled against her, exhausted. 




Barbarian Legends Ch. 08



"Hey!" the tiefling said suddenly from against Valda's breast. "The door's open."

The barbarian groaned before rolling over from the girl-pile, her back causing a small splashing noise as she flopped over into more filth, chest heaving. "...Yep."