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Barbarian

By: Rangerbrook



He watched as the rider came down the path on horseback, there were flashes of light off the shield and the hilt of the sword. Smirking lightly, he took in the small frame of the youth. He let out a snort thinking that the youth could hardly lift them for his small frame. As the rider got closer, he got ready to leap onto the horse. He could easily take out such a small man.

As she neared the cliffs a movement on the top of an outcrop ahead caught her keen eyesight. She smiles with a glint in her eyes as she felt the rush of energy through her that she always felt just before a battle. She watches as the stupid Barbarian looks like he is going to try to ambush her. "No finesse. Well you are in for a surprise my friend." She thinks.

Just as she neared the outcrop she spurred her horse into a gallop, she let the rains go and drew her bow, notching an arrow nearly as quick. 

He felt a moment of shock as he saw the youth charge and draw a bow. He leaped up, ran with a surprising speed and threw his weight upon the rider, knocking him from his horse with a loud battle cry. 

She saw him leap and her arrow strike his shoulder, but she was not ready for his speed and the strength, nor for him to launch him self at her in such a quick and bold move. As his weight slammed into her there was no time to draw her sword. She didn't even have time to whisper a prayer before all went black. 

Her eyes opened slowly, as she became aware she felt sore all over. She tried to bring her hand to her aching head but it didn't work, she panicked a moment before she realized that she was tied to a tree. Through her helm, she saw the Barbarian by a fire, his shoulder was bandaged. Nothing else covered his body. She blinked at his lack of clothing. She had seen a man before, been with lovers, but she felt herself blushing. His body was well muscled and lean from years of living by the sword. She could see where various scars crossed over his body. He looked up at her just then and she hopped he couldn't tell she was awake. He said something in a language she did not understand and he walked over. He had a very large dagger in his hand. Stopping in front of her he started to look over her helm, finally finding the latch he removed it. 

He was a bit shocked to see the Elf under the helm. He had heard of them but had never seen one. For a boy he was very fair of face, he thought. The youths black hair shining in the sun, tumbling out in a long braid. The pointed ears are fascinating and he keeps him self from fingering his own. He reached out to the elves' ear and pulled on it a bit, laughing as the youth cried out and struggled. He laughed harder, for the boy had the voice of a woman to match is womanly looks. He thought about cutting off the ear to pay the youth back for the arrow in the shoulder. But the armor is very nice and he wanted it to sell after he killed the whelp. He ignored the youth as he kept yelling at him in a language he didn't understand. 

Slowly he knelt down and pulled off the boots, they were just as nice as the armor, to bad they were so small, he would have liked them for him self. From this angle he could get a good look at the youths legs, they were so thin. How could one so slight have such strength? He saw the way the boy guided the horse and used the bow. That took leg strength to fight atop a war horse. He stood back up and began to unbuckle the armor plating, removing it a piece at a time. As he lifted the chest plate off, he was looking at the workmen ship of it when he saw a small foot kick at his manhood. He twisted out of the way just in time, he continued the turn and slammed his weight into the youth, pinning him to the tree. It was at that moment he felt the shape under him. 

His eyes widened in shock and he moved back to look at the woman. The thin leather tunic hiding her shape still, he grabbed it and ripped it down the center. Looking at her openly now. The firm breasts, her flat abdomen and slender waist, rounded hips to strong muscled legs. He is at first shocked that a woman would have been sent out to stop his raids on the merchants. He looked her over with a different perspective, seeing the fire in her eyes, the way she fought to get free. Such spirit. He felt a stirring in his manhood at the thought of this woman warming his furs at night. He reached out a hand and cupped a breast with a slight smile. She would keep any man warm through the long winter nights. 

She saw his smile and she tried to pull away from him. She cursed at him and screamed as he cupped her breast. He doesn't seem to hear her at all as he roughly fondled her breasts, pinching the nipples and smiling as they hardened under his rough fingers. She tried to kick out at him again, but he pressed his hips into her and she could feel his arousal. She froze a moment in shock. He took that moment to slide his hands down her sides and over her hips, then lower to slide a hand between her thighs. She screamed out and crossed her legs, locking her heals. This seemed to amuse him as he chuckled at her efforts. He lowered his head to a breast and begins to lick and suck on the nipple, and then he moved to the other one. 

When the woman fought him, he thought it was wonderful. He wanted her to fight back. He would take her by force in a heated passion that would burn wild ad hot for them both. She was a warrior, like him and she would be his equal in battle and in his bed. Her body was already responding to his touch, the nipples hardening and he could feel her heart thudding in her chest. 

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as his mouth teased and aroused her. She could feel tingles of excitement racing down her spine at each bite and tug on her nipples. His hand was once again sliding between her thighs and this time she didn't have the will to stop him. She heard a soft sound from him as he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy. She cried out in shock and pleasure mixed, her body responding by lifting into his hand. 

He drew his fingers back and waited. She couldn't stop her body from pressing forward onto his fingers. He turned his hand so his thumb could stroke in circles over her clit and he smiled at her cry of pleasure. He held his hand still and let out a soft growl as she began to lift her hips slowly, pressing his fingers into her and then sliding back. He sucked on her nipples harder as she moved against his hand, pleasuring herself. 

She could feel a heat begin to build and she knew she should not be doing this. Her mind warring with her body as she moved against his fingers, the pleasure so intense she couldn't think. She let out a soft cry as he pulled his hand away. He lifts his fingers wet with her juices and sucked on them, the hot look of lust in his eyes exciting her even more. He was the one, no man had ever aroused her as he was doing. She had had lovers because it was expected, her family wanted her married, but no man had ever inflamed her. This man was and though he was who she was hired to kill, she wanted him with her whole heart. 

He reached down and looped his arms under her knees, lifting them up and to the side. He stepped in and thrust into her with his hard cock. She cried out half in pain half in pleasure as he stretched her. He held himself in her, making what sounded like cooing noises as he bit and nuzzled her neck and ears. He slowly drew out a bit and slid back in, becoming gentle with her, to give her time to adjust to his large size.

She felt herself being stretched and she delighted in the tight feel of him filling her. As her breath panted out with soft little cries of pleasure, he began to move faster, his strength pinning her to the tree as he held her up. She could feel her self nearing her release and she cried out. He started to thrust into her faster and harder beginning to lose control himself, his large cock gliding in and out. 

She let out a final cry as her body tensed and her muscles begin to spasm around him, her mind in a fog of pleasure as she watches him through half closed eyes. 

He let out a cry himself and he felt her muscles clenching him and pushing him over that final edge, his cock swelled a bit and pulsed as he found his release as well. His thrusts began to slow and he looked into her face with lust still in his eyes. He wanted her again, her cries and the way she responded to him driving him mad with desire and lust for more. 

He took the dagger and cut her bonds, then taking her hand and pulled her to the fire. He turned her around and guided her to her knees, he pushed on her back to lower her head down and with his cock still wet from their mixed cum he guided himself into her ass taking pleasure at her cry of joy. He thrust in and set a quick pounding pace. Claiming her with each thrust, making her his. He is even more pleased when she started to press back into him. Becoming like a wild creature as she pressed into him. He pulled on her hips and sat back on his feet so she is now impaled on his lap. He slid his hands up to her breasts as his mouth found her pointed ear. When she let out a primal cry as he licked and sucked her ear, he knows he has found the one place where he can trigger her passion at any time. 

When he began to bite and suck on her sensitive ears she felt a primal beast with in her come awake. She started to lift her self up and down on his hard cock. Taking him in the way he just took her. His large cock sliding in and out of her ass. She cried out again as he tipped her head to take her other ear. She felt her release building and she rode him faster. When she heard him start to grunt and his breath pick up she arched her back more. His hand glided down and he slipped two fingers into her pussy, instantly she screamed out, and came hard. 

As he felt her cum he held himself back for just a moment, then he was cuming with her, using his other hand to keep her moving up and down, his fingers slipping in and out, drawing out her release. He felt her shuddering in his arms and he smiled. She was his now. He tipped back his head and let out a war yell of victory as he pushed up into her a few more times, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders. 

Barbarian Abroad Pt. 01



Helios' midday sun shone with an oppressive heat across Daleford, as it cooked the inhabitants into a lazy stupor. The Baron's guards had discarded their armour, elderly folk squabbled for troughs to bathe in and priest prayed to Ull for a cooler respite. Cole was no exception, his bovine ears flapped to try to circulate a breeze as he dragged his hooves and his war-axe lazily through the dirt road, tilling it as he went.

His baggy garments didn't suit the normally windswept altitudes of the Gordian Hills, the rampant gusts on the climb would inflated his trousers to resemble a jester's pantaloons, but today the air was stuffy and still. This was supposed to be a vacation for the half-minotaur, but it seemed the only form of local entertainment right now complaining. The people were wrapped up in their own complaints about warm beer and the economic influence of dragons, leaving thankfully few comments of 'Barbarian' and 'Nubby horned wierdo' for him to weather along with the sun across his bare back.

The village sat at the top of one of many knolls that made up the Taldian Barony, the green mounds dotting the landscape like miles of kneeling moss-giants. According to the locals, when alcohol had eased their social taboos enough to talk, the first Taldian, late mother to the current, had been a powerful geomancer. She had shaped the hills like waves to carry them across their domain, leaving future generations to find that shifting large amounts of earth generally exposed things, both good and ill. But she had good taste in earth, they would always defend, dirt so rich you could eat off of it. Cole blanched at the thought of local 'mudpie', but he agreed that the grass was the softest he'd ever slept on. Finding some behind the church, Cole took in the sight of the scattered results of geomancer parking, planting his axe in the earth and his tailed rear beside it. At least the view was good.

As the thought of a nap crossed his mind, the sounds of clinking chains caught his attention. A pair of sweaty soldiers, each baring their leathery chests and the electrum badge of the Baron on their belts. They both seemed to be suffering in the heat with their wheezing, their eyes following the trail in the earth deliberately as they approached Cole with quick smiles.

"Barbarian." He pointed down at Cole, "Baron . . need . . you . . smash . . monsta'." The plumper man talked to Cole in slow tones, mashing his fist into his other palm, as his spindly partner held a set of manacles at the ready.

"Do you think he'll understands us, Mike?" The tall one asked, slowly pacing around the frowning beastman as if he were about to lash out. The only thing he wanted to do was enjoy the scenery. Whilst the Southern Plains were certainly vast, there is only so much endless flat expanse a young man can take. Despite his uncles' views on what is good enough for any minotaur-blooded man: well-groomed horns, a happy bed-mate, and all the space in the world to hunt; Cole had little in the first department leading to even less in the second to enjoy. Even the humble stone church this village kept had struck him in awe when he first arrived four days ago, the mastery of stone and glass was taller than any other building he'd ever seen. Unfortunately, the people were still quite familiar in all the worst ways.

"'ard to tell, Reg. Watch out for those weird leggings 'e's got. Could 'ave a sharp rock 'e's 'iding." Mike stepped closer, gesticulating his intentions again slower and slower as if he was trying to hit some special barbaric frequency. "You . . kill?"

"I'm on holiday, pink man." Cole replied, rising irritably to the sprung guards, Mike hopping back whilst Reg dived onto the axe like it was a haywire spell. "Are you trying to arrest my axe?" He asked as the gangly one gripped the axe-haft, with nose-ringed snort. The guard had some brains to secure Cole's weapon whilst his partner collected himself off of the floor. 

"Barbarians are monsters waiting to happen, with their insatiable bloodlust and feral ways. Can't be too careful, so just stay calm, alright, just stay calm!" The thin one babbled as he braced for any 'wild-man retribution'. His partner nodded into his neck at the fact. Cole sighed. He didn't enjoy using stone for axe heads, they were just cheap and accessible. It was a vacation any way, saved on the expenses. 

"I am very calm." He held up his hands to put the two men at ease. "And I can deal with monsters, if that's what you were trying to say. Even if I am a monster too, an affordable one at that." Maybe he'd be able to get that iron axe and people would stick to 'horned wierdo'. Reg relaxed at the statement, sliding the now locked cuff of the manacle awkwardly off of the weapon. Mike sneered as he pulled a small pouch of coin from his side, a Taldian geomantic circle patterned onto its side. The coins clicked and moved in a relatively united motion, magnetic electrum, a rarity outside this land.

"Something eatin' corn for the 'ill. Scared the farma' bad, but I'll give you coins, if you smash monsta'. Clear?" He smiled with a sweaty lip at Cole, wiping it with the pouch. They may have thought Cole stupid enough to fight something without better information, but he was actually just greedy enough to do it. A pouch of electrum might as well be five times its weight in gold and if the creature wasn't fast enough to eat the farmer or big enough to have already a panic in town, then how bad could it be? 

"Clear, pink man." He returned his hands to his axe, wrenching it out with a small flume of dirt. Brushing off the remains, he adjusted his shoulder harness and took a few gentle practice swings. The two heads of the axe as large as a man's waist, but proper footwork, a good twist and his mother's skull-cracking strength made it work just fine. Nodding to his new employers, he rested the haft on his shoulder, "Where is it?"

* * * * *

The wheat was just over head height which was great for a light shelter from the sun god, but it left Cole blind as he strode through, his skull-cracking strength useless as the wheat pushed around his wading axe to slap at his tanned back and face. The still air let every strain and snap of the wheat fill his furred ears, but not a single sound from the monster., though he had thought he'd seen a chicken around the field's edge. Only endless yellow standing against his hunt, scolding him for his entry with each step. Maybe it had already left, Cole thought with a disappointed sigh. That electrum would've been handy, he could've had one of those fancy sun-shields the nobles used. Hells, he could've paid someone to hold the sun-shield for him. He looked up at the sky for an answer and the sky retreated behind the yellow mass as Cole's hoof slipped on something smooth.

The landing was fortunately soft though he felt moisture around his tail. Was he bleeding, he rolled over in a brief panic which turned to confusion. Something wet and sticky was on his tail's end fur. It was clear and colourless, no smell he could notice either. Looking down, his hoof was tipped with the small sticky liquid. What was it for? Some kind of territory marking? Saliva? Following his errant foot, a trail of the stuff carried on through a parting in the crowd of wheat. The stems was softly rustling not far beyond, but it didn't seem to be getting closer. If this was the monster's trail, maybe he could still jump it! 

He scrambled back up, axe at the ready as he crawled in the monster's wake. The sun on his back and goo on his hand, he shuffled closer and closer to the shifting wheat. Just as the path began to turn right, a sudden BAWK of a disturbed chicken exploded from the wall rightward into his face. Instinct took over and the half-minotaur reared his head back against it, butting it with his stubby horns and foul mood back where came from. Laughter erupted within the stalks, as a pair of translucent hands holding the flapping bird emerged. The field melted around the ooze, stalks collapsing against her viscous shape before fading away inside. Cole would've jumped if he wasn't fighting the urge to charge the chicken too. Oozes were a typically placid, underground lot, from what he remembered, so one attacking a farm was unusual by far. Also a harder monster to 'smash' too as they were practically immune to normal weapons, but she seem too preoccupied with her catch to care at the moment. The ooze was shaped mostly like a young nude woman with a single sparkling geode-like eye visible whilst her shoulder length 'hair' trailed over where the second eye would sit. Her breasts were generous handfuls, clinging against her frame without tips as if a wet shirt was covering them. The same consideration given to her round rump as it included the efforts of a soaked skirt. Feet had been ignored creating the illusion of a maiden kneeling in a puddle, the Ooze eating any of the fallen wheat as she slid closer. The features of her feet and dripping hair would blend better on a rainy night or a poorly lit cavern, but now he could clearly see her translucent hands spreading across the bird's body. 

"Don't melt the chicken!" He caught himself saying, despite his distaste for the glaring bird. The ooze tilted her head, a soft smile growing across her lips as her eye moved from the fallen warrior to the now soaked chicken.

"I thought sun-dwellers ate these creatures?" She asked, seemingly surprised, her voice echoing slightly from her mouth. She looked the chicken over, turning it in her hands from side to side. The fowl maintained its eye contact with Cole regardless of the examination, as if this was some way his fault. "Is it dangerous? It can't taste too bad compared to these sticks around us."

"It belongs to a farmer, you can't just eat his chicken!" Cole's hand began to reach out warily, trying to get close enough to the chicken to grab it. Touching the Ooze could just get himself stuck just as ease, he would have to try for the only exposed area, the bird's head. "At least not for free, and not after you've ruined his field too." Again she tilted her head, pursing her lips questioningly.

"If he was going to eat it, then he should have done so. Wasting food is just stupid." The concept of ownership was never strong within oozes, but it was derived from innocence rather than the orcish example of 'might makes mine'. What little food is available underground is quickly eaten in case there isn't any later. "And besides, I need to eat too. These plants aren't very nourishing, too dry." She pulled away the bird from his reach, mashing it against her soft cleavage as she turned her clear back away. 

"Wait, wait. Just stop for a moment." Cole crawled around to her front, scrambling through wet dirt. "You can't just keep eating everything here. If you just keep going, the farmer and his people will . . send someone." That caught her attention, the Ooze's shoulders falling as her voice whimpered slightly. Guilt washed over Cole, he hadn't intended to hurt her feelings, but if he didn't solve this issue then the next guy might. "I am Cole. I just want to help." And earn a cool bag of electrum too, though he omitted that.

"Gelas." She replied, her voice wavering slightly. "Its just so hot up here. I thought a quick meal would be easy, but my tunnel caved when I slipped out. Your sun drains me and there is no water to keep me sustained until nightfall." Her shape was slightly shaking, the chicken beginning to slide further down her hands as her focus fell. "So I need something more." Gelas eyed Cole now, licking her plump lips even as her previously prey fell to the soil with an angry splat.

"Ah. . ." Cole wished he hadn't got her attention, and was wishing harder his axe was in hand for what use it was. "How about a trade?"

"Trade?" Her jewel eye was locked on his sky blues. "You said I can't eat anything else of this 'farmer's', and I'm very, very hungry."

"I'll open your tunnel again, if you leave this field. I can move enough earth for you to 'pour' through and I won't tell anyone it was you here."

"Hmm, that sounds kind of you, but you can't just leave me hungry now, can you?" She smiled again innocently as she reached Cole, sitting slightly higher than his crouched form. "You do know why we take such pleasant forms for you sun-dwellers?"

"Its so you don't attract attention?" Trying to retreat, he slipped again on the wet floor, smacking his rear down with a sore thump.

"Someone helps a poor lost soul trapped in the rain, we show gratitude." The Ooze began to shrink down to Cole's level, resting a hand against his bare chest. She wasn't as wet or sticky as Cole had expected. Gelas was soft, gliding her fingers down his torso with no more moisture than if she had just stepped out of a bath. As he followed her arm, he realized her height had moved into her curves, smooth bust swelling to round melons that pressed together into a deep cleavage. "And I'm sure you can feed me in a way that make me very grateful." Her hand moved lower to his roomy trousers, rubbing gently.

"Ah." He breathed with relief, his odds of being melted now severely safer. "Then I think I can help you. If you can keep your end of the deal and leave the field?" 

"Done!" With a wide grin, Gelas brushed her fingers across the cloth garments, stripping the fabric away to reveal Cole's tanned legs and soft cock. Though it wasn't the centre of the Ooze's mind, but the pair of fist-sized load-bearers that sat between his legs. "Ooh my." She exclaimed as she dissolved the remains of his pants, cupping the dark bull-nuts tenderly. Her touch spread a gentle tingling sensation through Cole, relaxing his previously worried groin as she weighed his load. "Don't worry about the feeling, I'm just making all better for you. And my word, you've got enough here to feed me for a month! The best meal I've ever had was a trio of orcs and even they only had enough for a fortnight." She licked her lips with excitement at the feast at hand. "You must be aching with all this built up." As she massaged the heavy tightening spheres, Cole's flared shaft began to thicken. Even as it first twitched with arousal, the dark organ was thick as any man's arm, a mottling of pink decorating its length that easily matched any human cock the Ooze had tasted before.

"It has been a while." The bull-man admitted as he groaned. The last woman to enjoy his company was a tavern girl with a thing for exotic men about a month ago. He'd been too exotic for her to take though, but she'd at least been kind enough to give him a hand to avoid blue balls. The Ooze instead relished his cock, her slick hands moving down the mottled shaft making it throb within her grasp. Her sparkling eye watched hungrily as arousal flushed through the warm tool, swelling fatter and longer. Nine inches became thirteen then fifteen, rising higher towards her mouth, until finally two feet of fat turgid bull-beef twitched within her hands. Cole's breath was heavy, hot instinct running through him with each coo and gasp of the translucent woman's joy.

"Well, I can take everything you got. Just make sure you don't spill any, okay?" She smirked as her clasp tightened around the thick trunk. Though her hands possessed no hardness, she melded her fingers together into a wet ring around Cole's cock. His tail thrashed in surprise, her grip was like a vice, like almost fucking into the warm summer breeze. Pumping the twitching shaft, the Ooze drew her mouth closer and closer to the tip, milking the bull with building urgency. As the first clear drop of pre-cum leaked from Cole's flared knob-head, her tongue instantly caught the sticky fluid, igniting a groan from both parties. 

"Mmm, if the appetizer is this good, I can't wait for the main course," she squealed before continuing to bathe his slit with her deep kisses. Gelas lapped at another and another splash of pre-jizz, tongue rolling over the hard flesh, Cole's hips bucked in response, pushing the head against her lips with teased desire. Whether she noticed his urging or was already captivated by his pre-flavour, Gelas ceased her ministrations. Turning her gaze upward to meet his, her grip shifted to down the well-lubed pillar to sit at the firm base. She took a last circular lap of the flat cockhead, opened her facsimile of a mouth as wide as she could and swallowed the top six inches in a single breath. 

The slippery touch of the Ooze had been akin to a oil massage, but inside her body was like a wet vice. Not as firm as a more solid being's mouth, but her throat clung around his aching shaft, every inch being stroked and sucked tight. In turn, her hands shift to continue her gentle, tingling massage of the fully loaded nuts. Gelas' stretched lips ran up and down the top fifth of his monster cock, feeding herself of the rich spurts of clear man goo. Shivers ran down his spine and up his cock, as Cole could feel his balls clench for the coming climax.

"Lets see how deep you can feed me." Her cool gaze descended down the masculine column, lips resting at his glans as Gelas took in the challenge before her. With a last slurp across his crown, she pushed. The first six inches were readily conquered, the following three falling easily to her assault. With each push, she would retreat, reform and push again. Her hands formed a snug ring again, stroking up and down his turgid base with fervour. At the halfway mark, the Ooze was finally meeting resistance, hard, throbbing resistance, her current angle of siege was proving to reach its limits. But it mattered little to Cole, his eyes shut close from the oral attack on his titanic tool. He began to spurt more and more from his cum cannon, a yell rising in his chest as he reached the edge of his breaking point.

A pop emanated from Gelas' mouth as she freed Cole's cock from its grasp, whilst her ring-grip bound his orgasm before it could be freed. Cole opened his eyes again, his breath hot and teeth gritted as his climax escaped him. "Why . . why did you do that?" The half-minotaur was as hard as stone, whilst the Ooze gently lapped at his remaining pre-cum, loosing her self-made cock ring when she trusted him not to explode.

"Don't worry, Cole. I want to feed from you, but I want it all!" She slipped down to his swollen nuts, running her cool tongue over the tormented fist-sized spheres. She gently teased the heavy orbs, taking in the vast contents that left her practically watering. Cole could barely see Gelas behind his girthy root, leaving him to shudder at her treatment, digging his hands into the ground. "Men usually just want to rest after the first pop, even though they have sooo much more to give." She spoke, before rising with a great lick along the cum-channel of the two foot beast, hugging close enough to lightly wrap her slippery chest against its width.

"I can-nn assure you, that I'm not a one-pop k-kind of guy." Cole stumbled over his words, illicting a frustrated grunt when the Ooze ceased her brief bodily massage. He knew the alternative when oozes got hungry was them getting less picky so he pushed his frustration down, but this monster was torment him enough that he wanted to pull his tail off. Now his proud member stood almost completely coated in Gelas' tingling goodness, her lubricant mixed with his own well enough to give even that barmaid a possible go at him. Gelas herself rose to inspect the completeness of her work.

"Maybe, but how do I know you aren't being cocky? This way, when you come, you'll empty all that cream into me in one delicious go." She move forward around the throbbing mass and pooled onto his lap, melting most of his remaining clothing whilst her arms rested on his firm shoulders,. This had been the first time Cole had actually be able touch her, his hands naturally finding her waist. Gelas had some give to her form, but also a surprising amount of rubbery-likeness. His hands didn't sink or move her like clay, but rested much like a waterbed. Though considering how the chicken had slipped away, it seems she wanted to give him some to hold onto. "Can't blame me for wanting to get my fair share now, can you?" She grinned and leant against him, pressing her soft lips against his, her sizeable chest mashing on his solid frame.




Barbarian Abroad Pt. 01



It was like kissing honey, a sticky sweetness that left Cole licking his lips, though the flavour reminded him more of something fruity. "Now, for the main course, Cole?" A somewhat firm foot had found his thigh as Gelas rose up to draw her waist level with the excessively teased horsecock. 

"Just don't leave me on edge again." He grunted with a nod, gasping with relief as the Ooze began to grind against his flared head. 

"Trust me, I want this just as much as you." With a squeal and a vice grip on his shoulders, Gelas sank onto the thick megacock, pushing herself down against its immovable mass. Once against Cole was in the heaven of Gelas' gripping form, as each inch was massaged and sucked right before his eyes. As the ooze was managing to slide down Cole's pole with a gentle grace, he wondered what would happen to the displaced 'her' that he was replacing as he watched himself penetrate a woman for the first time in such detail. The answer was quick as two translucent head-sized funbags met his face, each capped with a pointed nipple.

"Think they're a nice touch? I don't normal get the chance to make them this big." Gelas giggled as she was finally sitting in his lap again. She playful groaned as she rubbed the tips of her impressive endowments in her hands. "Do these look fun, Cole? Ooh, I felt that twitch. I'll take it as a yes." She began to grind her hips excitedly, feeding on Cole's pre-cum with each twitch that uttered it forth. He watched as his aching pillar rested between the Ooze's newly grown tits, distending her chest out though she only smile and rubbed the funbags over the flared shaft in a unique titfuck. Dancing on his lap, she shifted and slammed her groin against his with a hungry look. Cole reached out at her voluminous breast, pawing at the nipple as he kissed her again. Her honey tongue fought his, flexing and sliding as it continued to tease him as Gelas always did.

He felt a sudden constricting around his aching shaft when the kiss broke. "Fuck," he cursed as Gelas lifted her clear legs with inhumane dexterity and turned her entire body, corkscrewing 180 degrees to turn her rear towards him. Her tempo didn't slow however as she continued to pinch her nipples and slam down on the feast of beef that was nestled between her breasts.

"What's wrong, Cole? Aren't you enjoy yourself?" She purred as she pulled his hands to her bouncing chest, letting his fingers sink into their impossible softness. The ooze groaned as Cole fed her more and more, as spurt upon spurt of sticky man-lube disappeared inside her. He could feel his release rising again, hips bucking in an effort to push that edge closer. With a hard slam into his lap, she stopped her hips suddenly. She still continued to massage the bloated trunk with her pillowy chest and Gelas continued to grind on the thick root, but a familiar tightness also began to wrap around his base.

"You're giving me so any appetizers, I could eat like this until sunset. Imagine that, you succulent sun-dweller." She looked back at him with a wicked grin, biting her lip as she continued to stroke every inch of Cole's shuddering shaft with now only the slightest movement. "I could just ride you till dark and you wouldn't even need to come. I'm sure you'd love it." Cole stopped kneading her bust, his hands moving now calmly to her hips. "Hmm? Bored no-"

"Not happening." With a sudden shift and the anchoring force of the two feet of cock inside her, Gelas suddenly found herself on her front. The barbarian had a powerful grip of her, pulling his enormous tool back, slipping out of her grip before slamming back inside. "You wanted my cum, Gelas?" He shook her with a second thrust. "Then have my cum." He began to piston the Ooze's hollow with inhuman urgency, finally free to set the pace of the fuck. She didn't complain as the wicked smile quickly fragmented into cries of pleasure.

"Yes! YES!" Cole had finally been made ready. The way he throbbed and franticly slammed his monster balls against her, she knew she could finally milk everything he had to give her. "That's it! Fuck me!" "Fuck me till you give me every last drop of nectar." As his flavour overwhelmed her, Gelas' form began to shake, chest and legs becoming gooey again as she devoted her focus taking all that cock and inspiring him on. "Do it! Come like you've never come befooooreeee!"

A guttural roar filled the summer air, as Cole buried his hilt as deep as Gelas could take. The first thick salvo was met with a shaking cry of joy, dying the clear ooze's chest a thick white of a dozen men's volume. Bull-spunk fired relentlessly into the Ooze's misting body, pouring Cole's relief and lust into her gluttony. She didn't, couldn't stop stroking the hose feeding her, squeezing the spitting length with utter devotion. The last boiling bull-shot practically had the words of 'no more' on her lips, but all she could do was scream in greedy delight.

Gelas looked at her shaking hand, the first time in her life not being able to the other side of it. She collapsed, letting her puddle-like true form take her as she revelled in nirvana, her 'eye gem' bobbing happily on top. Cole fell backwards, his mouth, chest and entire lower body painted in ooze lube, breath short and cock softening. After a minutes of heavy panting, he turned to the white puddle. "So, where's that tunnel?"

* * * * *

Mike enjoyed outsourcing. It was a brilliant invention that suited his hectic nine to five lifestyle of drinking, frowning at villagers and writing up flattering reports. No time in there for monster hunting. Speaking of which, it was time for the post-tea nap. While it was not as intense as the after-lunch snooze or the later-dinner kip, he felt it deserve and equal amount of dedication as he felt all aspects of his career deserved. He kicked back on his chair, with his view of the Gordian Hills and felt his eyes grow heavy from the watered-down wine.

"The monster is gone." Mike raised an eye grumpily before snapping them open at the sight of the fluid-stained beastman in front of him. He tried not to focus on the lack of clothing and how poorly Cole's stone axe was protecting his dignity. It was all a bit much to process.

"Is . . is-is that its blood?" Mike pointed to Cole's chest where two circles of the stuff sat. Cole shrugged.

"I guess so. Electrum." He gestured with the axe to Mike's side, showing the poor guard more than his ego could take. "I'd like to be able to buy clothes. And where is the closest lake?"

With an axe in his face and other things, Mike threw the pouch desperately away before pointing north, shielding his eyes with his free hand. Cole nodded, and looked down at his lack of pockets or belts. Planting his axe briefly, he tied the pouch string to the end of his matted tail. He regained his axe, swung all of himself northward and strode down the hill.



Barbarian Abroad Pt. 02



As the sun finally touched the horizon, a rusty sky began to dye the world a burnt shade, burning-fleshed Helios' duty transferring to the void-touched Breksta with his last bitter touch. Their celestial chase was greatly appreciated by the many souls of the Taldian Barony, both local and visiting, the cooling air soothing the stifled mood of the summer heat. The day's work could be washed away, the skyline was warm with the promise of another clear day and the stars of distant Prima, the realm of the Pantheon, would soon reveal themselves to delight the mortal eyes.

The bright disc shone across a vast lake, where Cole had finally managed to soak his road-stained hooves after the last hour's travel. The day's 'work' had replaced the half-minotaur's clothes with earth-speckled limbs and a thin layer of Ooze essence that coated his neck to groin, but a pouch of electrum could easily fix that as well as calm any anti-nudist locals he might disturb. The last village had hardly been friendly before he walked in nude and taken his pay for dealing with their monster problem. They'd just kept screaming at him when all he wanted was some loose pants, but hey, maybe the next town would be better. Fortunately, the edges of the lake was nothing but the spotty edges of a nearby forest, leaving few villagers to spot him. The lake was another by-product of the former Taldian Baron, her geomantic prowess and disinterest in its side-effects having formed a channel to the ocean and a mighty basin by pure coincidence and indifference. That didn't explain the enormous ship that stood in the middle of it however. Probably someone who got caught along for the ride.

It sat between Cole and the glare of the sinking sun, which he appreciated after the last mile of shadeless marching. He peered at the oddly placed vessel as he splashed his hooves absent-mindedly. Its sails were tattered with age and a large opening was in the port or stern or whatever-the-backs-of-ships-are-called from the below the water to where he assumed the captain's cabin sat. But aside from the odd weather damage, it seemed a remarkably well made vessel. 'I wonder if it was a pirate's ship?' he pondered as he scooted a little further into the cool water, soothing his calves. 'Or maybe an enemy of the Baron?' As a tourist of these strangely shaped lands, curiosity crept into Cole's mind. He didn't want to just ignore this broken, yet floating ship. There could be pirate gold, or magical treasure even inside! He shook the thought from his head, what did he need to haul around all that for anyway? He didn't even have pockets . . . . but a different kind of treasure would provide them. Cole untied his pouch of magnetic coins from his tail, burying them in the soft earth with his planted axe as a marker. With a pivot towards the ship, he dived bodily into the lake. It was time to go clothes-shopping.

* * * * *

Despite its time wasting away inland, the sea was still soaked into the very being of the galleon, salt pervading the surrounding air. As Cole swam closer, he could see the outline of a large earth mound beneath the vessel, holding it up in the illusion of buoyancy. 'I guess the Baron wanted a centre-piece,' he realised as the shapes below the lake grew fainter in the dimming rays. Wading around the shattered 'ass' of the ship, something echoed out to him from inside the water-filled cargo hold. It sounded like a splash, but in the shadowed insides, he couldn't see anyone moving around. He held his breath a few moments, bobbing in the water until it didn't look like anything was going to keep splashing. 'Old plank fell, probably.' The interior was a shade cooler than the evening air of the lake, light piercing through the cracks of the hull to shed a little light inside. The dry quarters deck was thankfully a few inches above the water level, Cole testing its strength with few tender pushes.

The wood began to groan slightly, but it wasn't from him but from above. Cole's wet-furred ears could here it growing closer, as two sets of thumping steps approached him, the sound channelled down a set of stairs upward. It sounded like two trolls, hopping along the upper deck and dragging a large club each with them afterwards. Thump, scssh, Thump, scssh. The half-minotaur sank a little into the water with sinking in his gut, trying to hide himself. He'd drown hiding under the deck and he's make too much noise if he swam away. Why couldn't he just do something on his holiday without any trouble?

"Is this meant to be a joker or a jack?" A woman spoke in high, bubbly tones, unlike any troll Cole had met. The heavy thuds still followed her cheerful voice, maybe an adventurer with a haul of goods, dragging it around in leaps?

"I think its a joker, they are fornicating with a odd sceptre after all. Unless its a queen? The pigment on their crowns looks a bit deteriorated. I do not understand why the craftsmen wasted a perfectly good opportunity to build a deck with unclear artistry." The second female voice was more stern, but slightly musical in its inflections despite her efforts. A bard or a wizard, perhaps? Looking towards the stairs, Cole caught the shadow of a full-haired figure turning to come down. He looked a little nervously at his odds. He didn't have anything to steal, but he was also naked amongst humans and they might think the worst. At least with his axe and coins, he could try and pass for some eccentric foreign warrior. Now he was just a nude weirdo and an easy target.

"At least its a full set! We can finally play Scuttle-Sail again, even if its only here."

'Maybe they'll understand? One sounds friendly.' Cole tried to relax as naturally on the wooden planks as possible, short of ideas on how to meet the approaching ladies.

"Here? This vessel is condemned and destroyed. It was a waste of a journey, if you ask me." They were sliding down the stairs now, something slapping slightly against the steps.

'That one sounds less friendly.' Cole's perspiration was well-hidden by the trickling lake water, as doubt began to gnaw at his plan.

"Oh, don't be so down. With a little love and some local help, we could make it like a special club house here, like those nobles. For you, me and Aurora and Namis and-"

The more friendly sounding one 'stepped' out first, as she slid her scaled lower body onto the deck. An indented tail fin as wide as Cole's chest patted cheerfully against the floor, tipping the silvery-blue scales that glitter in the remaining light. After about five feet of tail, her human navel marked the start of her upper half, a bronzed summer tan and a pair of pert, handful-sized breasts exposed without shame. Her hair was golden in a short pixie cut and her smile was bright, even as she noticed the awkwardly posing Cole leaning out of the water. The mermaid laughed without malice at him, gesturing at him with a hand holding a deck of cards. "Hahaha, I thought I saw someone on the shore. You trying to pose as a merman? Hey, Glori, I think a minotaur's come to visit!" She moved across the deck with heavy hops, throwing herself almost bodily towards Cole as the other figure stepped down.

"Where is he?" Her hair was dark, like a bottomless abyss, covering half of her sharp features and cascading down her pale frame to cover her chest. She also seemed to be using some kind of seaweed bind across her ample breasts, a fairly simple top but one that covered her enough to not give anything away she didn't want to. Between the three of them, she was practically dressed to the nines. Her scales were pure silver, reflecting the sun sharply into Cole's eyes enough to make him see spots. She glared a little, raising her eyebrow at him when they made eye-contact. "He's not a pure-blood,Yule. Without an extra hundred pounds on him and horns like those, he could be more human than you think."

Mer-people and minotaurs enjoyed a slight bond between their people as one of the few 'uplifted races' in the world. Unlike demons and dragons which were formed in fabric of creation, or the proud 'first-born' races like humans, elves and orcs, the uplifted races were all once an entirely separate species that a god or gods had gifted with humanoid forms and higher intellect. This brought a mixture of awe and distaste for such races as they had enjoyed a god's favour but were also left without nations of their own and sometimes seen as little more than divine experiments by the pre-existing races.

Cole frowned back at Glori, touching his humble head-nubs before finally pushing himself out of the water. Clothing for mer-people was fortunately more of a quirk than an expectation. He was glad that the soak had also washed the worse of the ooze and mud off, leaving him with a little oily trace of his furred thighs. That could be anything. "This proof enough?" He grunted as he shook a hoofed leg dry, rolling onto his front to whip his wet tail in the air. Yule batted at the swaying appendage a little, chuckling whilst Glori turned to examine a bit of the salty wall, folding her arms against her bound chest. "I just came here for trousers, okay? Name is Cole and I am not a badly equipped slaver. Just here on holiday."

"Minotaurs are never badly equipped," Yule quipped with a wink. "Ain't that right, Baron Beefy-Balls?" She laughed again, easy and light as her friend hissed.

"Yule!" Glori let out a sigh and uncrossed her arms, turning back to the pair at edge of the deck. "I apologise. I have been idle for too long in this dilapidated wreck and its gotten a little on my nerves." Her cold eyes briefly glanced at both of Cole's swinging appendages as he stood up. "My friend and I came through the Baroness' Channel. She though that dragging ourselves around a beached ship would be something of an 'adventure'. Though, you look like you've had an unfortunate incident yourself."

"I was doing an odd job for some vacation funds. Bit of field work."

"It must have been very odd if your employer felt it was clothing optional." Cole shrugged, the floorboards creaking slightly.

"Oozes just get through everything."

"Whoa," Yule chimed, " Lucky for some, its been boring as watching coral grow on this ship. Not even a cute rodent of unusual size to find. Whole place was probably already been looted by adventurers ages ago. Every chest busted open, every weapon or piece of cutlery pinched. But you could help us if you wanted to?" She gave a wide smile as she scooted closer.

"Oh?" Cole flapped the droplets from his ears as the mermaid drew level with him, taking his hand in hers.

"I mean, its been very boring rummaging through here and now there is something fun that we can finally do now you're here." She licked her lips hungrily as her sea-green eyes stared into Cole's earthy browns. "Something I've wanted to do since I first saw you. Its been a while since I've done it, but I'd like think still I'm very good." She leaned in close, her voice low but barely restrained with excitement. "Please play Scuttle-Sail with us. We managed to find some nudey playing cards!"

Yule demonstrated the joker's art to Cole, as Glori joined the pair as slowly as possible. Two intertwined busty jesters using the handles of their fool's sceptres as masturbation aids for their partner. Erotic symmetry for a few coins and double the entertainment for a lonely crew. Cole had never seen this kind of effort ever devoted to erotic art that weren't crafted for some fertility deity before, though Yule's shameless chest pressing slightly against him trumped any picture. 

"Sure, I guess?" He was a little thrown by the gleeful bluntness of the mermaid, especially as she crushed her breasts against him in an embrace. With this kind of company, clothes-shopping could wait a while. A working lantern was found and lit as moon light replaced sun light, and the trio soon settled down into a casual circle. The mermaids stretched out on their sides as Cole folded his legs, tucking his obscene tool down. The rules of the game were simple. Each player had three cards in their hand. On their turn, they could play a card of any value as their ship, play a lower value one above any persons ship to give it a 'sail' or put a higher ranking card beneath it to 'scuttle' it. When a ship had two sails, everyone got points equal to the cards they contributed to the ship, with jacks, queens and kings counting as eleven, twelve and fourteen respectively. The golden haired mermaid announced first to eighty would win.

The first couple rounds were easily Yule's, Glori devoting her efforts to scuttling Cole, him returning the favour soon after. The dark-haired mermaid glanced haughtily at Cole, mostly to glare at him before countering his last turn. Though as the game progress, her noticed her eyes slipped down to his lap, either subtly after another glare or as he laid a card and his attention seemed elsewhere. Amused, the half-minotaur played a sail for Glori's ship, leaning forward towards her as his thick cock shifted into better view. She let out a cough of suppressed embarrassment, her unshielded cheek flushing as Cole retook his seat, the flared head of his tool now visible as it rested on his leg. 

"A gift." He said with a not-so innocent smile. The corners of Glori's mouth lifted slightly, despite having locked her eyes on her hand. Her attention forcibly away from him, Cole peeked at her sea-weed bind, spotting a pink nipple that had poked through the green mass with its stiffness. As she completed her ship, leaning over and shifting her top, Glori let out the smallest of groans. Her friend didn't seem to notice, but Cole saw her hand casually shift the bind back into place, though perhaps after a moment too long of rubbing the area. By now, Yule was racing ahead of them both by at least thirty points, her pert chest bouncing with elation as her ship of a leather-glad queen, a bikini chain-mailed ten and a heart-reared five pushed her another twenty seven points further and past victory. 

"Hee hee, yes! Thanks for the game, guys, I haven't played in ages. Not since those nice fishermen in Gildaport. Do you remember them, Glori? They were so friendly and said we looked so pretty and the old one even made a charcoal of me." Yule held her hand over her forehand over-dramatically as she posed, an image of majestic beauty only slightly spoiled by her excitable fidgeting. Her friend rolled her dark eyes.

"I do. They even let you retain their deck and you returned home only to realise that water and cards do not mix." She said, collecting the nude cards and shuffling them briefly.

"Yeah, but this time, I'll remember," Yule fist pumped the air, which Glori awkwardly bumped as she hovered over her.

"Maybe you should try and see if you can transport the cards to the shoreline without dissolving them then." Glori dropped the full deck onto her friends chest, with a light 'thmp' "The 'Baron' requires clothing and I believe I saw some rags that haven't been rendered completely useless yet." 

"Oke-dokie. You two play nice while I'm gone." Yule slid happily off the fractured floor and into the flooded deck, bobbing gently upright whilst raising her triumphant cards above her head.

"We will be fine, won't we Cole? Be sure to move carefully and not to damage your cards." The tan mermaid saluted Glori before waggling out towards the lake. Cole grabbed the lantern as his seaweed clothed guide gestured for him to follow her deeper into the ship. The mermaid moved less bombastically than her friend, shifting almost serpentine slowly as hooves clapped behind her.

"So, she seemed to really enjoy the game. Don't see many mermaid adventurers either." He noted, as Glori pulled a dilapidated chest of drawers open.

"Yule appreciates land-dweller games more than anyone I know." She spoke whilst facing the drawers, throwing the worst stained or torn bits of cloth aside. "Despite the sea's vast contents, cultures beyond our own are difficult to study, aside from fisherman tales or the odd channel inland."

"You did not look too bored either." He poked, lifting the lantern higher for a better view as he drew closer to her. She span around, swatting him back with the flat of her tail. A pile of drab garments in her arms and eyes dismissive.

"These might work. Don them."

The first item was a pair of roomy grey shorts that Cole slipped on with ease. However the flared head of his flaccid tool extended at least five inches past the end of the shorts leg. Glori rested her chin in her hand, breathing thoughtfully for a moment as the half-minotaur raised his eyebrow, unimpressed. "Okay, well try the next one." The leathery loincloth covered the worst of his rear and shaft, but after the first trial steps, the cloth was swatted aside the hanging cum-fruits. "Next." The toga turned out to be a cape. "Next." That was a vest. "Next!" The dark green pants clung against his excessive bulge which trailed down his left leg blatantly, but the fabric was holding strong. Ample room for his tail to wiggle and they didn't seem to be in too bad shape either. Glori had gotten more and more impassioned as the fitting had progressed, her chest raising heavily as she inspected the attire. She knelt down to his groin level, pulling the edges of the trousers to check how it felt. "Not too snug?"

"I don't think so." Cole murmured as she looked up towards him. Whether by intention or instinct, she bit her lip softly. He was now very acutely aware of her touch on his legs, as she moved up and up, not missing a beat as her hand skimmed over his poorly cover cock. He let out a hot gasp as he felt the fabric clench down. No, it wasn't the trousers, as another shiver ran through him when Glori's fingers reached his waist. "Help me get them off." The mermaid didn't seem to hear him, her sight locked on the thickening bulge as the detail of its veins etched against the straining cloth. "Its too tight!" Cole grabbed at the straining buttons, popping them off in a single motion. The tiny discs slapped against Glori's cheek, bringing her back into reality. She grabbed the trouser legs and wrenched them down as Cole continued to tear through the bindings of his erect freedom. The rags burst as two feet of bloated beef met open air once more, casting a shadow over the open-mouthed mermaid as she looked back up again.

"Oh . . . oh." Glori's eye was wide as a saucer, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Cole shook the last of the split cloth from his hooves, resting a hand against a solid beam before noticing her gaze.

"Something wrong?" He asked as her lithe hand cautiously approached the pulsating pillar before her, gently gripping the turgid girth as if it were a wild beast that she might spook.

"Its even fatter than Taifon's cock. And I though he was packed like a whale." She gave the enormity before her a light kiss, cooing softly as she breathed in its heavy musk.

"So this is why you wanted to help me get changed." Cole smirked as Glori nodded against his immense cock.

"Being hung like a fish does not incline Mermen to length or girth." She emphasized the last word with a tender squeeze of the rock-hard spear, her hand barely reaching halfway around its incredible circumference. "I thought my ex was gigantic even by land standards, with a foot of his wrist-thick cunt-slammer, but this." She kissed it again, mashing her wet lips against its immovable mass. "This is something else entirely."Her voice grew needier, hungrier as she memorised every vein with her mouth, punctuating each word with another groanful kiss up towards the tip. "This. Wonderful. Delicious. Monstrous. Minotaur cock."

Cole held himself steady against the oak beam as the mermaid's worship became more and more eager. After a day of hot sun, monster feeding and solid marching, he was beginning to ebb despite his massaged member still standing strong. It was probably stealing his limb's remaining energy just to fuel this aquatic escapade, the selfish dick.




Barbarian Abroad Pt. 02



"Not that I'm not up for letting you get what you want. I'm just warning that the day may have taken the best of me."

"Do not. Worry. Yourself." She had reached the rigid flare of the throbbing cockhead, her lips tasting the sea-water and faint ooze sweetness on his prick's meaty flavour. "You will be certainly more than enough for me, with fuckmeat like this attached to such a virile barbaric minotaur." A flash of red shot through Cole's tired hindbrain, shocking through his extremities as he tensed hard at the 'B' word. The aged wood fractured in the half-minotaur's crushing grip, echoing an almighty crack through the structure. The abyss-haired mermaid barely noticed as an angry throb of megacock brought a pulse of sticky precum onto her groaning lips. He pulled his hand away as if burnt, but the damage was already spreading up through the vessel, the support beam snapping under its building pressure.

Tearing herself away from her beefy obsession, Glori huffed in frustration. The mermaid span towards the chest of drawers, pulling it away from the wall. "You need to lift this!" She ordered, Cole responding diligently as he grabbed the other side. A wooden bar splintered somewhere as the two raised the piece of furniture as high over his head as they could. "Now throw it down!" Cole slammed the chest into the floorboards, opening a massive hole into the flooded deck below. Her escape path formed, Glori tugged the minotaur into the waters beneath with urgent strength. He had enough time for only a half-breath, before being wrapped in the mermaid's seaweed-covered embrace and plunged into her world. He was lurched left and up and around, no light to tell him where he was, only Glori's continued thrashing letting him know he was getting out.

Warm air slammed against him, water-blind but grateful for that precious breath. Cole let out a tired laugh, that was soon matched by Glori as she wiped his blindness away. A third, lighter giggle joined them as they looked to the shore. "So who's damaging what now?" Yule pursed her lips coyly, her cards sitting high and dry beside the stone axe embedded in the earth.

"We had a little accident." Glori released Cole from her bear-hug, her eyes slipping below the water to delight at his barely wilted erection. Finding his footing, Cole dragged himself onto solid ground, glancing back at the imploding ship across the lake before he collapsed. His unyielding pillar stood proud against the night sky, as the surprised Yule looked at it, top, bottom and top before back to the distant ship and her friend . 

"Did Beefy-Balls dick-smack the ship?!"

"Thank you for that, Glori. Thank you, so much." Cole chuckled, his back now on good old dirt again, as his lower body remained just under the water, aside from the meat-tower that twitched as a familiar pale hand gripped its girth.

"Mmm, well, I could never leave you there. And you certainly livened up the evening." Glori gently pumped the monster cock before her, reinvigorating it with her delicate touch. Up and down she glided, marvelling as veins throbbed and ridges hardened once more. "Perhaps we can round it off on an even higher note?" Her fingers trailed down towards his grapefruit-sized juice-makers, massaging and weighing one heavy nut in her petite palm. "I will need to be sure you are not injured too, after our little escape of course." She brushed her lengthy hair back into place, her dark eye once again inspecting the oversized cock in her grasp.

"Hey, hey now," chimed in Yule, as she rolled to Cole's other side. Her tanned frame lay against Cole's stomach pleadingly, handfuls of soft breast squashed against him. "If I missing the ship stuff, I'm not gonna miss this. I've got to see how high a minotaur can fire off!" Glori smirked, looking over her friend's head to the half-minotaur, as she slowly stroked the thick base of his cock.

"Do you mind, Cole?" Giving him a playful squeeze, "You could use an extra hand with this."

"Go nuts."

Yule beamed as she pounced the colossal cock her friend was fondling, taking a handful of throbbing meat for herself. Compared to Glori's gentle worship, Yule pumped the length with glee, eager to play with the new toy. She held tight, testing its monstrous power, working the six or seven inches just above her friend's hand, as another foot of fat fun jutted out above. It was like warm iron, with only the slightest give to their grip. "This is definitely one fat fucking, ship-wrecking cock." She announced, tightening her grip to try and fight its solid mass.

"Mmmhmm." Glori hummed below the water, into Cole's scrotum, kissing the fertile fuck factories to optimum production speed. These testosterone producing orbs were to thank for the bounty of cock at hand and they deserved their thanks. She lapped at them slowly, wondering how much seed was waiting for her inside. Her ache was growing deeper, she could feel her body readying itself in anticipation. A finger discretely slipped down to a slim slit on her scaled front, just below the line dividing pale flesh and silvery tail. Her cunt trembled in sensory shock as the thin digit stroked the constricting walls, opening herself with arousal as she groaned bubbles against the weighty cum-sac. With a monument of cock as thick as the one in her other hand's grasp, she needed to blow off some of her own steam too before the big bull-ride.

"Is she oka-nnngh, okay down there?" Cole stammered at Yule, gesturing towards her friend's silvery-end that splashed and thrashed in the shallow waters, her hips wiggling in self-pleasure. The pixie-cut mermaid was now taking his spear in both hands, polishing its pulsating proportions from Glori's shaking hand at the base to the flared head.

"Oh she's doing fine, Beefy-Balls. The fun parts of mer-people don't show up to the party until everyone is nice and happy. But being hidden away for most of the time makes everything veeery 'dainty' for a minute or two." She pulled one hand away from the pole pumping to demonstrate her own scale-secreted slit, her fingers parting the blue coverings to display a pink pussy that quivered in the evening air. Cole let out a breath, another pulse of lust running from loaded nuts to thick head at the sight of the tight private gash in front of him, the thought of being the source of certain arousal for these two ladies do wonders for his ego. Yule let out a gasp, her strokes stuttering for a moment as her nipples hardened into pert nubs, before returning her show hand to the two-fisted weapon. Her breath was a little caught, "Trust me, Glori's having the time of her life."

Confirming the golden haired gal's comment, a panting Glori emerged from the lake and Cole's groin, her chest-length hair cover most of her features aside from her exhaling lips and swelling chest. She had buried another finger inside her shaking core, massaging her contracting walls as her desire gave her greater depths to finger-fuck herself. "Fuck. Fuck. Such a fat- ohhhh." Her words were beginning to deteriorate into shapeless cries of indulgence, the other two beings nearby disappearing from her world. All that existed was earthy lust given vast shape that she clutched onto and the deep waves that were rocking her body. Her mouth fell against the mass, tasting its heat, its meat, as the quivering fervor she was kneading began to clutch her. The next wave was the fiercest and the next was going to be the crest, she could feel it. Determined to ride her carnality to the crash, she pumped the vice-gripped hole one last time, her fingers sliding against that last itch. "FuuhhhhUUUUCKCKCK!" She bucked on her fingers, screwing her mind white as her juices coated the slender digits. Each wave crashed inside her, shaking her body to exhaustion until she found herself lying against Cole's stomach, the turgid lust-pipe standing to attention against her shoulder.

"Ahem." Yule coughed as she brushed aside Glori's shadowy lengths of hair. "The Baron cannon looks primed and ready, Captain." Looking past the stars in her vision, Glori could see the sticky trail of precum that was leaking from the mottled horsecock. The cum-tube's angry veins twitched in expectation, spilling another dollop of appetizer sauce that trickled like a stream down to her death-gripped hand. "Permission to recommend our plan of attack?"

"Permission granted." Glori obliged her friend, her mood on peak form. Two tanned hands shot towards her, grabbing her carefully tied seaweed and yanking it down in a swift motion. If Yule had perky oranges for breasts, Glori was the proud owner of two mouth-watering melons. Where Yule had sandy coin-like areolae to round off her bouncy curves, Glori's generous bosom was capped with pink cookie-sized rings. 

"Yule!"She folded her arms around her heavy handfuls of titflesh as soon it spilled out, giving an unsteady glare at her friend whilst her breasts poured around her grasp. Cole let out another throb of precum as the valley of cleavage magically appeared before him, Glori's efforts only demonstrating her huge bust's suppleness.

"Captain!" Yule stood to attention, her expression as serious as sin. "The only way we're going to take this leviathan down is if we use every resource at our disposal. A pincer manoeuvre between your squishy boobs and my bouncing titties would be the best way to battle this beast."

"I thought I was a cannon?" Cole interjected, raising an unsteady hand.

"Sea serpents aren't part of the crew, you wait your turn." Yule gave his jerking length a reassuring squeeze, suppressing any questions beneath his rumbling groan.

"Fine." Glori relented, turning her sharp nose up as she shuffled around to one side of the serpent-cannon as Yule took up opposite position. She smirked, noticing Cole's leering gaze as she slowly unfurled her arms, the same look she'd been giving him what felt like ages ago.

"That top must've been bound tighter than a mermaid's quim." He joked, earning him a light slap on the chest.

"Land dwellers tend to have the brains of sea-cucumbers when I am not adequately discrete. Yule does better in the lime light than I, anyway." She rolled her stiff nipples between her fingers slowly, as she sized Cole's pole up. This was going to be fun, messy fun. "And you would not believe the water-resistance either. Now, lie down and watch the splash zone."

The copious man-lube had left the massive man-meat slightly shiny in the moonlight, as a copper and ivory set of breasts wrapped around its girth, smothering it with their teamwork. The lust-hot tool twitched as the soft pressure wrapped around its enormity, using its lube to slowly slide up and down its wanton length. The pair of mermaid pumped the mammoth cock as one, Yule licking the trail of precum happily, enjoying the sticky texture that coated her tongue. Glori returned to her kisses, covering the twitching size in her whispered prayers of lust. "So thick. So big. I can barely. Mmm, wait to see you cum. Fire off a big fat load. With your big fat cock."

Cole's orgasm was boiling in his over-sized balls, pulling taut in bliss. He was spilling prejizz at a near constant rate, each drool of man-lust only fuelling the hungry mermaids to strangle his cock between their cramped double-cleavage. They fucked his cock between their tits, their skin shiny with lube. Each shiver of the beefy cock urging them on, as Cole's voice rumbled with desperate need. Another lurch of his fat prick shook through him, Yule squealing with delight as she pressed the four-breast fuckhole tight, her rigid nipples rubbing ever so closely with Glori's. Sensing the coming surge, Glori cried, "Fucking do it. Let it all fucking out!"

Splash zone had been the right term, as the gush of pale spunk was aimed straight to the sky. The first volley shot high, leaving Yule gleeful at Cole's range before the fountain rained down on the trio. Each salvo of cum painted titflesh, faces, throats, not to mention Cole's lower body despite girls' effort to devour each drop out of lust and gluttony. Yule continued to man the double-titjob, milking the sputtering two-feet of cock for every drop as Glori revelled in the moment, her fingers once again inside herself. As the storm ended, Cole collapsed with a groan, possibly messier than when he had started.

"Wooo!" Yelled a white-coated Yule, releasing Cole's cock from her breast-clamp and pumping the air with her fist. "At least three meters high! Maybe next we should try distance?" She lapped a finger-full of cum from her tit, before rolling into the lake to shed the gooey dress.

"I want depth." Cole felt a slender hand pull him towards the lake, Glori sitting in the shallow waters, now three fingers deep in her soaked cunt. She had wiped the worst of Cole's male essence off in the lake, pulling him into a tangy tongue-battling kiss and then on top of her. His face crashed against the pillowy bosom that she had been hiding for so long, her grip instinctively finding his weighty cock once more. "Feel up for another round, Cole?"

"I think I can manage." He smiled, kissing her hot and heavily again as she felt the imposing dimensions of his broad cock poked between her bust. Yule was resting on the shore again, tentatively pushing her middle digit inside her tight hole as she watched the pair.

"Don't mind me. I'm going to want a warm up on 'two-headed-Taifon' when we get back before I try any minotaur wrestling." She waved away their gaze before pinching her nipple with her bronzed hand. "You two, ngh, j-just give me a good show." Glori nodded with a smile as Cole shifted down, aligning the fat head of his flared prick with her waiting pussy.

"You heard her, fuck me till she feels it." She grabbed Cole's hips, as he eased forward, pushing the incredible circumference inside her shaking hole. He rocked his hips slowly at first, sinking the first six inches into the tightly wrapped cunt, unsure if the mermaid's especially sensitive walls could take him at full speed without overwhelming her sanity, much as two fingers seemed to do earlier. Already, the mermaid was writhing like a snake beneath him, her fingers digging into his flank as she bit her lip and groaned in a hoarse breath, "More."

"Are you sure?" She bucked back against him, pushing another two inches deeper with her own lust, her hands tugging at his solid body, pawing for more. She looked up into his eyes, famished with lust, mewling as she bucked again. She was clinging to him, forcing herself closer to the pussy-shivering foot mark as her high seemed ready to pop at any moment. "If you say so." He plunged into her form, well beyond the half-way point as Glori let out a silent cry of ecstasy. She clung to him, her body and cunt, wanting it all as Cole filled her with thick shaft. The withdrawal was nearly the worse moment of her existence as all that perfect cock left her warm core, only to reignite her lust as it slammed back in again.

"Y-y-yssss." She barely uttered, as her body shuddered over the hulking enormity that stroked every bump inside her, plunging in and out with building urgency as Cole grew more sure. Glori's hold of Cole didn't waver as she held on for dear life, the bull-ride of her life. As the moment approached when she could feel his heavy balls slap against her, the stone in her throat loosened free and she bellowed out, "YOU FUCK. YOU MONSTER COCKED FUCKSTUD!" Her writhing picked up speed to, undulating her slippery against the solid beast man that was two feet up inside her. She pulled herself against his chest, kissing his shadowed flesh as he slammed her pussy into a spasming mess.

Yule groaned emphatically as her best friend took more cock than most people saw altogether in a lifetime, her wet gash twitching with each grunt and groan of the two fuckers across from her. 'Man, Glori know how to ride 'em,' she pondered silently, enjoying the sight of the two different tails flap with passion. Cole's back was tensed with lean muscle as he fucked more and more girl-cream out of her dark-haired mermaid, his nuts now practically coated in the stuff. Glori's abject thirst etched across her face as her eyes rolled in surrender to the pistoning bull. 'Best lake side show ever,' she let out an unnoticed squeak as she slipped her second finger against her g-spot.

For Glori, she was being filled to completion, beyond completion. She was being fucked to the edge and it was rapture. The orgasms either hadn't stopped since that fat fuckmeat had started going or she couldn't tell the difference between cumming and good fucking any more. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Ooaahhhhh, just fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" She wasn't even sure what she was saying even more, the thing buried in her soaked snatch was just pushing all the words out. And the voice in her ear just made it all better, the hot, guttural tone that grunt its desire and she was glad to join it.

Cole couldn't take it anymore, Glori had wrapped around his stiff prick like a vice. Every slam inside her only tightened her, only made her bite his shoulder and groan like a succubus. His hung fuckstick was slick with lust juice, his balls pulled snug against the throbbing mermaid-fucker as his hips jerked forward for one more thrust. Thick bull-cream poured into the wanton pussy with abandon, plastering the shaking walls in hot white as Cole's entire body tensed against Glori's shivering state. Pump after pump, load after load, Glori felt the cum overflow her cunt, coating her fuckstud's exquisite jizz-tanks as Yule's own cry of joy filled the air.

* * * * *

A pair of baggy trousers slapped against Cole's naked chest, the perfect size for an over-cocked half-minotaur. Glori's one visible looked at the water in slight embarrassment. "You knew where they were the whole time?" He asked her, as Yule slapped her cheeks in dramatic surprise.

"I do not get to model men often. I thought you would be the perfect opportunity." She gave Cole's cock a last sorrowful look as he tucked it away in the new clothes. "Anyway, you can not say you did not enjoy my scheme?" She fluttered her eyelashes, cupping her still bare breasts in her hands.

"I suppose so." he snorted mirthfully. "Hope I'll catch you both around next time I'm near Gildaport."

"There will be a lot of catching up to do. Expect that, Cole."

"Maybe we could bring Taifon and have a clusterfuck!"

"That could be fun. Now get going before the tide goes out." Two mermaids blew their kisses at the waving beastman, their glittering tails flicking in the starlight as they began the slow swim back to the sea, nude cards and all. He waved until no more scales glinted at him, strapping his coins to his new clothes and propping the stone axe on his shoulder. It was near enough midnight by his best guess, but the next village couldn't be far from all this water. After weighing the idea of returning to the previous village, he decided there are some things even pants can't fix.

The road was well-travelled, but thick with overgrowth, one hedge as tall as Cole stretched sporadically on the forest's side of the path. Rustling caught his ears, as he spotted a section of the overgrowth shaking slightly, a low grumble tickling his ear bone. A roughly shaped club emerged from the bush, as stars exploded from the back of Cole's head, enemies front and back. The ground moved fast to meet him, as gruff voices filled the darkening sky.



Barbarian Abroad Pt. 03



The world ached and Cole wanted it to stop. He'd settle with the tightness behind his eyes or the rope that rubbed sorely against his wrists and ankles, but anything be stop the nausea-waves that came from the tender back of his head. He was also upside down or his captors were marching him across a grass ceiling, neither possibility helping his blurry eyes and brain. Cole had been tied to a wooden pole, trussed up like a pig on a spit. He couldn't see whoever had his legs, but the large man in front of him wore a fur vest and leggings, a bit of blood staining the edges. Cole was found himself carried through a fire-lit camp, mismatched tents and thick-haired beasts of burden beginning to line the 'roof'. Tusk-mouthed, muscular humanoids looking at him with cheers and jeers of congratulations, the flicking light stretching the features into grotesque shapes as bone-torn meat dripped down their chests. One of his bearers raised his end of the stick higher, showing off the trophy to earn another round of hooting calls.

 "Can't you all just shut up?" Cole barely mustered, tired from pain and a half day without food as his stomach growled louder than his voice. Even a beast-man can't live on sex alone, he was uncomfortably reminded with another hollow lurch. The fur-shirted man was pushing through into a tent, laying Cole down on a thick carpet, the wool smelling a little like one of those hairy beasts. Three moon-globes illuminated the large shelter in pale light, the green orcish skin of his captors becoming clear. Trinkets lined the edges of the surprisingly large tent, heraldic shields with moving imagery, skulls of monsters without eyes and too many teeth. A white-bone throne sat as almost as tall as the cloth ceiling, blades and spears and a warhammer with a head the size of Cole's trunk propped against it, ready to meet any challenger. Cole's captors knelt before their resting chief robed in dire bear hide that enshadowed their form. One of them had managed to grab a skewer of meat, holding it behind his back as he held Cole's axe in the other.

 "Got some electrum, Chief Ironside. Prop'r Baron's mint too." One of them passed Cole's coin pouch up, which a strong, feminine hand claimed.

 "It's all the Baron's mint, Boargut." The chief answered slightly wearily to the vested orc, either from the hour or her men. "Unless ya two genius' figured out how to mine electrum without getting the pickaxe stuck in the vein, again." The two males paused for a moment before shaking their heads to the ground. She tossed the pouch back to its finder, before shifting to the other man.

 "What about the axe, chief?"

 "It's stone, Flatfist." She said his name with the same tone as 'idiot', resting her hand against her unseen temple. "What are we gonna to do with a stone axe?"

 "Maybe it's the craftsmanship of it, you know, authentic minotaur design." He hoped, turning back to the tied Cole to bail him out, his thick eyebrows looking especially pleading. Orcs went usually pretty by most people's standards, and Flatfist had something very pug-like about his squash-nosed face. The half-minotaur was too busy focusing on the skewer in the orc's hands anyway, the scent gnawing at his stomach. The hunger was worse the kidnapping right now. The dire bear shrugged, rising up from the polished throne, at least a head taller than either of the shaking orcs.

 "Oi, bull-boy?"

 "Wuh?" A green hand grabbed Cole's chin, making him turn towards his axe as Chief Ironside waved it in front of his face.

 "This axe, you make it special?"

 "What?" The axe was lowered, revealing the orc woman's glinting, frustrated eyes. The two orcs behind her sidled up, anticipation etched on their faces.

 "You make it special? Like the edge tells ya ancestral history in a complex lettering using seemingly random scratches." Cole furrowed his brow, as if he was missing a punch-line to some joke.

 "I mean, I made it because the straps on the last one snapped and an axe head went into a river? So it's got better straps?" She let him go with a sharp sucking of her teeth, pivoting towards her slumping tribesmen, flourishing her garb in Cole's face.

 "Greeeaaat." She tossed the axe into Flatfist's arms, knocking him onto his arse. "Leave half the electrum on the throne, keep the axe if ya want it. If he sells well, ya'll get half again between two. And go grab dinner, I can hear ya guts whining." Ironside shooed off the pair, though not before taking Flatfist's meal and ripping a piece off for herself. The chief crouched down to Cole, drawing a knife from her shadows and cutting his bindings off. Though most of her details were shadowed, he noticed several thin scars across her toned limb.

 "Thanks, I think." He said, rubbing his slightly raw wrists, his eyes drawn to the aromatic skewer bobbing in the talking robe's other hand.

 "Eh. Rope burns don't make a pretty slave, and besides, you're not dumb enough to run, I hope." The knife slipped away and she helped him upright, patting his back and arms. "Ya got slave meat on you, so don't do anything stupid and ya'll be treated just fine. Last fella we sold was an elf, 

musician lucky enough for him, else we'd have put him on luggage duty. Ya could fetch a good price too, if the nobles fancy any exotic barbarian servants."

 "I'm not a barbarian." He snapped, before clutching at his whining stomach. "Just because I use an axe, doesn't mean I'm some kind of raging savage." Barbarians just lost themselves to anger and did stupid things. Cole liked to think of himself as more 'accident-prone' than blood-frenzied.

 "You alright in the head? Most people start trying to bargain their freedom or make idle threats when they hear they're gonna to get sold, not get pedantic over life choices."

 "It's not a. . . I'm just hungry." He caught himself, deciding not to anger the orc chief however tempting.

 "Here." She slapped the skewer in his hands, sighing much like how she sighed at her orc men earlier. "Scouts heard ya fucking up a storm near the Ship's Lake, got an eyeful too from what I heard. Though I guess it's just 'the lake' now. Thanks for destroying some of our cultural landmarks by the way, I hope those mermaids were worth it, they at least seemed to have a good time."

 "It was a shitty beached hulk that had been looted to the bones." He replied between voracious bites of the pale meat.

 "Yeah. But it was our shitty beached hulk."

 After a few more mouthfuls of what he hoped was boar, Cole's stomach ceased its complaints. He patted his stomach happily, the dull ache behind his eyes gone as his new owner sat on her throne counting her half of his electrum. The elder minotaurs back home had been able to throw orc raiders around like toys, but Cole wasn't so sure of his chances against an entire, well-fed tribe. And the business end of Ironside's hammer was something he fancied stay clear of.

 "So," He called over, resting the skewer aside a silver chalice. "I'm sure you hear this often . . ." 

 "Want to not be a slave then?" Cole could hear the smile in her voice, as the thick bear cloak continued counting the magnetic coins. "Let's step outside."

 The tribe toasted and cheered to their chief as she strode out into the fire-lit camp. Weapons shook and skewers waved as she held up her hands to the green mass and called out, "As was decided from our tribe's wisest chief, this slave will be given the choice to challenge a clan member to wrestle for his freedom! If he wins by strength of arms or strength of display, he will be set free. If he fails to impress us, well, he's probably safer with us than out in the big scary world. So slave, what do ya say?" Cole felt the hundreds of pairs of eyes suddenly turn on him. When he had hoped to experience some foreign culture, see their ways of life, he hadn't expected to get thrown into such a deep end of it.

 "Is this not a bit quick?" He sidled up the chief, a little thrown with the offer.

 "Best time for it. I fed ya, ya can grab a drink and ya'll want to be at ya best. This is it bull-boy, take it or leave it."

 "Fine." He stamped frustrated, "I accept!" The orc mob cheered and began to form a fighting ring, it was going to be dinner and a show tonight. Ironside patted Cole on his tan back, as she guided him into the centre.

 "Good choice and don't worry. When you lose, we won't eat ya until they isn't any food left to ransack." She said proudly, "Some human folks won't even spare ya that kindness." He sighed, as he picked out the pug-faced orc that brought him here, chatting to the other one over their coins. Compared to the chief and some of the larger orcs around, he looked like a fair chance of being beaten.

 "So, how about it, Flatfist? Think you can stop me?" Cole challenged, pointing towards him with vengeance in his heart. 

 "Think again, bull-boy." Ironside chuckled as she waved Flatfist to stay where he was.

 "What about Boargut?"

 "Ya don't get to choose. Ya get to challenge a clan member, not pick a clan member."

 "What?" An orc chief with a legal mind, this night was just getting worse and worse. "Would your wisest chief think that fair?" He responded as scanned the seven-foot orcs that lined the back rows.

 "She sure does, I always think I have a great sense of fair play. And I also think I should be ya opponent." She rested her hands on her hips proudly, pushing the lower cape aside revealing tight stomach muscles and well-toned green legs that could chase down beasts much faster than Cole. A small loincloth covered her dignity, with a neat little tuft of crotch fuzz poking out of the top. He wasn't sure if night was getting worse or better as the chief strode past him to hand her cloak to a steel-helmet orc. Ironside's hair was dark, shaved into a thick mohawk down the back of her head. All seven foot of orc woman was sculpted strength, Cole was no slouch but there not an ounce of fat that wasn't where it needed to be. Her breasts were full and perfectly spherical, a minimal strap of cloth stretched across to cover her nipples. Pale scratches of old scars criss-crossed along her powerful arms, one stretching down near her left eye to her petite tusks.

 She slowly approached Cole, his eyes drifting over her minimalist attire as she took his hand. And then flipped him bodily overhead and against the grass-floor. The beastman snapped back to reality, rolling across the ground and away from the green amazon. "Aren't you supposed to say when the fight starts, Ironside?!" He yelled, as she chuckled, the ring of orcs cheering for their chief.

 "You can keep waiting if you want. You know, Orcs get named after their achievements, do you think I should add Bull-Breaker or Landmark-Fury after this?" She dashed to close the gap as Cole braced with his arms ready to block her grab. She didn't stop running, instead grabbing his torso and picking him off his feet. Cole struggled against the superior brawler, her soft chest briefly mashed against his groin as she threw him against the crowd. He sailed into the orcs, tumbling against the green wrestling fans before they picked him up and push him back into the ring.

 'Okay,' Cole thought to himself as he tried to catch some air, 'This is going really bad. Come on, I can break a ship when I'm not thinking, I'm strong enough to fight her.' He raised his arms again, stepping closer to the grinning chief.

 "What's wrong, bull-boy? Hope ya didn't mind the love-tap. I thought even half-minotaur barbarians could take a hit." Red flashed in Cole's head again, as he found a sudden burst of energy urging him on.

 "I'm not a barbarian!" He yelled, charging low for the orc chief's chiselled abdomen, horns at the ready. Ironside stepped back in surprise, this was his chance! As he roared with his attack, he felt her grab his shoulder and step around him, shifting his balance with a well-placed sweep under his hoof. Cole fell to the floor as the chief trapped his head between her powerful thighs, locking one of his arms in her grasp.

 "You can yell all you want, but just getting angry isn't gonna make you hit me any better." She called down to the pinned half-minotaur as he struggled under her. Cole's flattened cattle-ears weren't really able to pick up her voice, but he got the message. He was more of a brute force, axe-to-the-face kind of minotaur and she was an orc who had probably wrestled all kinds of warriors in her time. Brute force wasn't going to save him, the fight was hers. The only kind of wrestling Cole had done in the past week was . . . 

 Ironside noticed Cole had stopped struggling, to her slight disappointment. She was expecting more of that energy he had run at her with, the last minotaur she'd fought had horns too big to try this move on however, making pinning a real chore. This one was much more manageable, if a little temperamental. She began to wonder if he had blackout or something, when a bolt of pleasure coursed up her back as she felt something wet and warm slide against her cunt. "Is he. .?" Her question was quickly answered as Cole's tongue ran along her pussy, briefly flicking her clit as his hot breath panted against her.

 The chief let out a little groan as Cole indulged her, orc tusks and thighs don't mix well, so to have such an energetic participant was quite a treat. She let go of his arm, seeing as he was already giving in to her so readily it was cruel to keep the fight going. She rolled her hips gently as she rode his face, loving his slow swipes against her labia, rocking on his tongue. The orc wrestling mob had begun to quiet down as more and more began to notice that Chief Ironside was enjoy her fight a little more than normal. Women started to rub themselves beneath their loincloths, imagining what it must feel like to be on top of the beastman as the men stroked their thick cocks to the sight of their gasping chief.

 Cole patted Ironside's firm rear, getting her attention and switching her to sit on his chest. He lapped his lips of her lust and smiled up to the gently panting orc, "Hope you don't mind me changing things up a bit."

 "Ya not just giving in and offering to be my personal pussy pleaser then?" She asked, a little disappointed.

 "Maybe," He grinned as he saw the hard tips of her nipples pressing against her strip of fabric. "You wisest chief did say we had to wrestle, not fight, right? So how about this, we wrestle my way and if you are too pleased to argue, I go free. If not, you can have me licking your cunt whenever you want until the day I'm sold. Deal?" 

 "This wouldn't be ya trying to change things because I was tossing ya around like a sack of angry potatoes, eh?"

 "I could stop, if you think I'd beat you. I mean, you win either way really." Ironside looked thoughtful for a moment, her gash still twitching slightly from Cole's oral effort.

 "You think ya can fuck me to freedom, bull-boy?" She raised her hands proudly, announcing to the horny ring of orcs. "I've outfucked any man here who's tried, I can beat a minotaur in battle or in the bed." Another cheer went out from the crowd, ready for more hot-blooded action.

 "So it's a deal?"

 "It's a deal, now get that mouth of ya's back to work." She pivoted back around, wrapping Cole's head between her legs again as he plunged his hot tongue into her wet cunt. Ironside began to groan again, relishing the minotaur's mouth as his lapping sent little shivers through her body with each lick. She rested her hands on his solid stomach, rocking her hips more and more to grind her clit against the pleasure. Her body tighten against him, loving his rolling wet tongue as it found her spot and worshipped it, moving at her increasing pace. Gods she wanted to keep this mouth around, she might even keep him for herself at this rate as she felt the long muscle lick her clit faster and faster. Her tribe was certainly getting into the spirit, thick male digits pumping tight cunts, trying to follow their leader as best as they could. As another shudder trembled through her core, the orc chief remembered this was still a contest and if whilst cumming without having to do anything felt so good and easy, she had a standard to maintain. 

 "Let's see what ya've got here then." She teased the deaf Cole, as she leant forward towards his groin. She hadn't wrangled a minotaur quite like this before but she'd heard rumours, that they often reached sizes of a foot of wrist-thick flared cock, nothing she hadn't handled with some of bigger boys in her tribe already. She pawed a little unsteadily at the baggy trousers, the smell of salt faint on the cloth. The orc felt a large lump between the half-bull's furred legs, and then another beside it, and then a long thick tube that certainly didn't stop at the twelve-inch mark. "Those lying kobolds, ahh!" she muttered before another shudder rocked her tight frame. A mottled black and pink horsecock sprang into her disbelieving grasp, thickening until she could barely reach halfway around it. She stroked the two-feet of impressive girth slowly, sizing it up as the various veins throbbed it to action. Ironside's hips bucked on their own, the challenge feeling a little more exhilarating as the minotaur's tongue began to rub inside her teased cunt, the surges of pleasure growing more and more frequent.

 'Ah, fuck it. He can have this one.' She conceded, letting herself ride the approaching orgasm. With the beastman's efforts now fevered with just the gentle, motivating stroke of his turgid monster cock, Ironside rocked herself gladly, letting him tongue-fuck her to the crest as her toned body shook with lust. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She growled through gritted teeth, working Cole's tongue with small, precise motions. Her firm legs clamped down on his head, as he tasted her climax. The crowd began to groan with their leader, as her back arched with a loud roar of "FUCK!" 

 A few stars spotted Ironside's vision as she relaxed slowly, she hadn't realised how much a good mouth could get her going. The excessive beastcock twitching excitedly in front of her. Cole had enjoyed his early victory it seemed, as sticky precum began to ooze from the slit. Ironside tapped her tusks thoughtfully as she gyrated on the beastman's face, his efforts having slowed to gentle clit licking as his hands stroked her firm ass. Though her tusks made sucking safely impossible, the orc chief needed to return the favour, cupping her toy-boy's oversized balls and running her own tongue up the veiny meatpipe. The flavour was strong with masculine musk, though she noted his prejizz was sweeter than expected. 'Probably all the g-ugh . . the greens this bull eats,' the orc pondered as she slathered the bullrod with spit, matching tongue-blow for tongue-blow. 

 The tightening of Cole's balls told Ironside she was heading in the right direction, a confirming groan under her loincloth urging her on. With one hand on his chest steadying herself, the orc gripped the fat root of the bull-wood and stroked as hard as her half-grip could manage. Even the veins were firm as stroked the rigid cock, her mouth still licking the sweet precum that emanated from the flared head. Somewhere around her, the orc horde had abandoned itself to fucking at its own pace. Hulking men slammed against amazonian women, fucking each other without care except for which hot body to mount next. Power against power and lust against lust.

 Her title of Bull-Breaker was looking further away as Cole began to pick up the pace again, his tongue sliding inside the chief's dripping cunt. Power was always a heady rush, especially as his palms worshipped her tight green ass and so much cock was under her tongue. As Cole groaned again underneath her, Ironside felt a mighty throb surge through the monster shaft in her hand, another splash of precum hitting her hungry lips. He was going to come for her this time, she decided, as she bounced her hips slightly to let his energetic tongue do its thing. The half-minotaur began to lick erratically as he continued to twitch in her iron-grip. As his fingers grabbed lustfully against Ironside's body, a torrent of creamy spunk shot forth from the twitching hose. She continued to stroke him, to milk him, licking across the strained veins as over a gallon of white essence blasted out into the night air and over the battleground.




Barbarian Abroad Pt. 03



Though the stream eventually subsided, Cole's colossal cock still stood firm. The busty chief pivoted on his chest, resting her rear against the thick root as she gave her competitor a chance for air. "Maybe ya pretty good," She conceded as she shifted her rear, letting Cole nestle between her cheeks. "Ya aren't down yet, by the feel of it. But its time we get serious." She dragged her fingers down his chest as her hips rocked slowly, dancing against his pole.

 "Be careful." He teased, "It can be a bit overwhelming for beginners." Cole leaned forward, his face almost resting in the chief's barely covered tits as he placed his hands on Ironside's thighs. She laughed as she rose up, not letting the excessive meat stop hot-dogging her until she was almost sitting on the proud flare of the mighty horsecock.

 "Think I'm scare of this? Pfft." Her green hand gripped the top six inches, as she pointed it towards the tight ring of her ass. "Just get ready to do this every night." Slowly, Ironside sunk down onto the thick flare, her toned body tensing as Cole's circumference pushed inside her. Bull cum and orc spit had lubed up the beastcock good, but even then she could feel herself stretching to take its incredible girth. The first few inches were already filling her up but the chief couldn't let some over-dicked minotaur best her so easily. She let out a breathy gasp as she tried to relax, letting her tight hole wrap around the mega-prick that was sodomising her. "So . . much . . cock," escaped from her throat, when she finally found herself seated on half-minotaur's groin. Arousal was leaking from both of them, Cole's lubricating her twitching tunnel, Ironside's dripping slightly onto his waist. 

 She shook the stars from her vision, looking down at the beastman beneath her. Cole was grinning lustfully, his pulsating member enjoying the snug confines of her rear entrance. "Ya lucky . . it feels even bigger inside," Ironside muttered breathlessly. "Otherwise I'd . . probably leaving ya too fucked to laugh." The orc began to rock her ass up and down, cowgirl riding the bottom broad inches of the bull-boy's rod, her pert cheeks bouncing against his lap. As she worked the thick pipe, the meaty tube began push against her well-carved abs, bulging her flat stomach with each body-shaking thrust. Riding him faster and faster, the thin excuse for clothing across her bouncing chest began to shift. A steely hard nipple sprang out and then its twin, in front of Cole's eyes. With the chief in charge of the ride, his hands groping the erect nubs between his fingers, pinching one slightly which elicited a scream of lust from the ragged breathed orc woman.

 She had been trying to hold herself together in order to break this unruly monster cock, but stimulating her nipple had sent a shiver down to her soaked cunt, her clit twitching with guilty delight. Another mini-climax trembled through her tight body as Cole's well-worked tongue latched onto the other, rolling his wet tongue over the sensitive tip. His free-hand grabbed one of the shaking ass cheeks, pawing at it as Ironside stretched herself over his bullmeat. She growled and groaned on top of him, slamming down harder and harder as he filled her core like nothing before. The 'battle' was now long gone from their minds, same as the ragged orgy ring around them was now spilling into the battlefield. All Ironside wanted was to fuck the beast beneath her as hard as she could take, her athletic body bouncing the turgid mass inside her unrelentingly.

 With one final, stomach-stretching smack of flesh-to-flesh, hot seed flooded her bowels, the gut-filling horsecock swelling to its maximum shuddering size. The gush of man-cream triggered the orc woman's own cunt-quaking climax, her juices spurting from her soundless body as every muscle froze in white-hot ecstasy. Cole moaned into the green tit-flesh, giving a last thrust of desperate want as he sunk his bloated, cum-spewing shaft one more time into the tight hole. The bubble of silence in the orc's throat popped, as she let out a shameless moan. She trembled on the thrashing cock inside her, screaming in base grunts to announce to the crowd what she truely thought of this magnificient beastcock. 

 * * * * * *

 "Wipe that grin off ya face, bull-boy. Or we'll be wrestling the right way again and ya tongue won't save ya twice." She tried to hide her own grin, but the memories of last night was still keeping her mood high. Ironside was driving one of stocky, woolly beasts as Cole sat behind her. The chief's pert rear was even better in the sunlight, making the last hour's journey possibly the best part of Cole's vacation so far. Especially being able to ride this 'mammoth' which Ironside had named "Toots", passing the occasional bit of fruit to the beast's long nose and hearing make the strangest trumpet-like noises in its delight. A thick forest had been on the approach for a while now, a ocean of green trees that swallowed any light beneath their roof. As Ironside parked her mammoth near the clearing, she pointed into the shadows.

 "The only other minotaur I met said this was an important place for ya lot, where he could have a good fucking time. Don't know why, spent a weekend in the forest myself dodging Baron's lads without a hide or hoof to see. Baron's hold is just the other side after a day so should be an easy walk." Cole looked up at the looming tree tops with a frown.

 "You survived in there?"

 "Sure, ol' Evergrow Forest is ugly, but it isn't mean. Just don't go fucking any tree-spirits and destroying another national treasure of ours, okay? Now, ya'll forgive us if we don't walk ya to the gate, the lords and ladies got a reputation to keep and we got heads to keep too."

 "See ya, Toots." Cole patted the fuzzy trunk-nose as it lifted him down to the solid earth once more. The mammoth let out a brief trumpet, patting the half-minotaur firmly on the head.

 "If someone gives ya trouble, just hock this at them." A 'thwunk' struck the ground as a dark-metal battleaxe embedded itself in the ground, with Cole's coin-pouch tied to its end. "Good orc steel so it won't rust, and the straps ain't gonna go flying off either. Take care, bull-boy. Hope we catch ya again some time." Ironside gave a wink before turning Toots back towards the orc camp and set off.

 A pair of green, gleaming eyes stared out from the foliage, following the swish of the half-minotaur's tail as Cole tugged the axe free from the earth. He turned toward Evergrow Forest, as hackles ran up his back, but he could only make out shadows in the twilight before him. "Eh, how bad could it really be."




Barbarian at Sea



The merchant in Tyrins said that I would need some protection if I planned on taking my goods to the island of Cythera. There had been reports of pirates around the south and western islands, sea folk showing off their power at sea. Tantalos was an old friend, and though I was reluctant to incur any more costs for my journey I knew he was reliable and that his advice had always been good in the past. 

"I am handy with a sword myself," I reminded him, hoping he'd not press me to hire anyone. "I am also young, and strong and always keep my merchandise near me," I added. "I have travelled this way before and have learned to look after myself."

"I tell you Mydon, you would be wise to hire a guard. And there is one such here now, whom I can highly recommend. He accompanied my son Akamos on his journey back from the north." 

I shrugged, and sighed, "I trust your advice Tantalos, old friend, so if you really want me to take on this man then I'd look a fool to the Gods if I didn't. And I leave tomorrow on Iros's ship so. . . .." 

"So, I will have him here to met you Mydon, and make the bargain, in the morning." 

"Yes," I said, wearily already thinking that my profit on this trip was looking very thin already and wondering if I might be better selling what I had in Tyrins and returning home. But no. What I brought back from Cythera would be where my profit lay, and if I needed to keep this man Tantalos recommended with me till I returned, then, so be it. 

I made my way to the dock and finding Iros's boat I made sure our arrangements were still good and told him of my new companion. Then I returned to Tantalos's warehouse and spread my blankets on the floor near my merchandise and slept well that night. At dawn I wakened to find my friend calling my name and joined him in his warehouse and found my new companion already there. 

I stared at him as he lounged on a bale of wool in front of Tantalos. 

"He is a barbarian. From the north. How do you know I can trust him?" I whispered in my friend's ear. 

Tantalos shrugged. "I have trusted Konan twice this summer and he has not failed me. Now he wishes to travel to the west and the stories coming out of the western part of the ocean tell me you may need someone to help protect your merchandise." 

I had been staring helplessly at Konan all through this talk. He was a tall solid young man, whose bronzed body rippled with muscles as he reclined there with his legs spread, and my eyes were drawn to the mound pressing up against his soft leather loincloth, the only clothing he wore. My knees were going weak, and I was feeling hot. 

"Um. I will take him," I said, "I will take him. He seems to be very, . um strong."

"He is. In all ways," Tantalos said looking at me knowingly. "But you will have to make arrangements with him."

"So, Konan, you are agreeable to protecting me and my cargo on the voyage to Cythera?" I asked him,

"I would not be here if I wasn't," he replied, and immediately demanded a fee I was surprised at, as it was almost exactly what I was willing to pay. I offered him less. 

"If you do not want me," he replied, shrugging his shoulders and rising off the wool bale to his full height, "Then I may as well go."

"No, no," I said. "But. . . ."  

I wanted to haggle more. It was in my nature to do so, and I was always known for my ability to make a good bargain. But.., "You have a bargain," I said, and he reached out his huge hand for me to shake. A strange way to seal a bargain I thought. 

After this Tantalos's servants served us breakfast, Konan eating mightily and saying little, even when directly questioned. When we had eaten I made my farewells, and asking Konan to take up my chest we left the merchant's house.

Konan followed me to the boat, as a servant should, carrying my chest full of merchandise. It had rested securely at Tantalos's house overnight, but I was glad of Konan's strength now, as it was some distance to the dock. 

"And what do you trade in?" he asked , "This is very weighty."

I was glad of an excuse to walk closer to him, and to look at him. "Amulets," I said, "And images of the gods, worked in bronze." 

"So you are a smith," he stated .

"I can work metal," I informed him, "But I follow the life of a trader."

He said nothing more and I had no excuse not to walk ahead of him as a master should, and wished I was walking behind him instead. I wanted badly to watch him moving before me, see his thighs work and his butt roll, watch his back and shoulders and . . . Yes, I already ached for the huge barbarian. 

That evening on the boat as we sailed past the islands near Tyrins, I said to him, quietly, so no one else heard. "You may sleep here," indicating the portion of the deck where my sleeping mat lay. 

As a patron of the trip I had a place set aside for me to unroll my mat and sleep in some privacy away from the crew, who were a smelly and rough lot. 

He looked at me innocently, and replied, "While you sleep master, I will guard you and your goods. But when you are awake I shall perhaps close my eyes for a few moments during the day, if you will guard what is yours and wake me if I am needed." 

"Of course," I said, blushing foolishly.

Once the boat was moored for the night I lay down dejectedly, unable to think of anything but the great barbarian's magnificent body and what lay beneath his loincloth. And pulling my manhood from under my tunic I stroked it until my seed sprouted from its tiny mouth, not just once, but three times. I sighed then and was instantly asleep, but I confess I woke in the night and did the same again, as I looked across at Konan, my barbarian guardian, seated nearby and just visible in the pale moonlight.

For four days we travelled thus, my mind full of unsatisfied dreams of lying with the giant, and with no sign of any pirates. Often we sighted and hailed other boats that passed us, or that we passed, going in both directions, and word of murderous pirates to the west was on all lips. On the fifth day we crossed a large tract of open sea that lay between Greece and the large island of Cythera. Our destination was near and as there had been no trouble I began to regret having the barbarian with me, as so far he had done nothing but cause me to have restless nights.

That evening as we ate on the deck the steersman, who was lookout then, cried out, "Ships, sea folk ships," and all hands dropped their food and ran to the railing to look out, and to gather their oars. I ran with them and saw that two boats were approaching us from the west. And I knew the helmsman was right, as I had seen a sea folk boat before, when I had visited Rhodes. 

I grabbed hold of Konan's arm, "Now is when you should earn your money barbarian. And how do you plan to fight two boat loads of men," I asked him angrily, as the crew set up the planks of their benches and sent their oars out through the ports and began to row to increase the speed of the ship, and attempt to escape the pirates.

Konan seemed unconcerned, but walked back to the hatch leading to the cargo area and climbed down. I followed him into the hull, having no idea what he intended and having no ideas of my own. The crew of Iros's boat was tough, but we had no chance against two ships bent on stealing our cargo, and we were unlikely to escape with our lives.

Konan grasped the handles of my chest and lifted it up and carried it to the hatch way, then pushed it up on deck 

"What are you doing? You cannot give them my chest," I said angrily. "What sort of guard are you?" 

He smiled at me, and moved to the rail; away from the approaching boats and out of sight of the rest of the crew who were now on their makeshift benches, rowing as hard as they could but with their weapons ready at their feet. 

Konan had a long rope and tied it cleverly about my chest, and lowered it over the side of the boat. And when it was hidden below the surface of the sea he walked along the boat to the steering oar and bending over tied the rope off among the others that held the oar to the boat. Even I, who knew what he had done, would not have known that my chest was lashed to the oar. I gaped open mouthed at his cunning. 

"So barbarian, you have my goods safe. Now what about us?" I asked, wondering what other clever tricks he knew. "Shall we hide under the water too?" 

"The sharks might find us too tempting," he replied, and I laughed at the barbarian's poor knowledge of the sea, as there were no sharks in our sea. 

"Come," he said, "I have more rope to use." He now guided me towards the mast. "Now stand against it," he told me, and I did, curious as to what he would do. 

But in moments he had me tied to the mast with the rope he held and I shouted, "Let me loose, you. . . ." but before I could finish he had stuffed his loincloth into my mouth, and silenced me. 

All I could do then was whimper in fear, terrified the pirates might torch the ship, and me with it if he left me tied there. But I was also looking down to the barbarian's manhood, and my whimpering was as much for the size and thickness of what I saw there, rising up from between his thighs, as for the danger I was in from any approaching pirates.

I could do no more than grunt as he finished tying me to the mast, finally having me strung up with my arms raised and spread, and my wrists tied to the cross piece that the sail was attached too, and another rope wound firmly about my chest binding me tightly to the mast. 

Once he was done he gripped my linen tunic by the hem and tore it from me so I stood there naked. And I looked down and saw my own manhood rising up to greet me, and if I could have I would have gasped in ecstasy as Konan wrapped his huge hand about it and fisted it, as I writhed, and tried to breath.

"I will clear your mouth," he said, "If you convince me that you are enjoying this," he said, smiling at me broadly. 

I nodded and opened my eyes wide and tried by all means available to let him know that I was willing to appear to be enjoying whatever he was going to do to me, if only he would remove that soft leather from my mouth so I could breath easily again. 

He moved his hand to my sac and rolled my nuts about, and I rolled my eyes and moaned as best I could, not having to pretend at all. Then his fingers ran back behind my sac and I parted my legs involuntarily as those long fingers found my rear entrance. I was looking down and panting as well as I could through my nose. The sight of his huge organ bouncing against my belly and hitting at the tip of my own cock, had me hard and dripping. And the sight of his hand disappearing between my thighs as I felt his fingers run over my rim was even more arousing. 

He reached his free hand to my face and suddenly I could breath and I gasped for air as his mouth found mine, and his tongue entered it just as one of his fingers pushed up into my channel. 

I moaned as I never could have with his loincloth in my mouth, then he was kneeling between my thighs and had lifted my legs up, having a hand behind each knee, holding them high up so that my arse was pulled up, my cheeks parted and my hole exposed to him. I whimpered and rolled my head as his mouth found my puckered hole and his tongue took up playing with it.

As I rolled my head I saw the pirate ships hardly 30 ship lengths from us now, and our crew frantically pulling on the oars, to speed us away from them. Unfortunately I was sure the pirates were gaining on us. Our crew sat on the benches with their javelins, knives and swords at their feet, each man ready for battle, but I also noticed that several had their eyes dreamily fixed on me and the barbarian as he worked my ass with his tongue. 

When he had soaked my entrance, and softened me up, he pushed his tongue into my channel and I moaned and writhed in pleasure at this. Then he lowered on of my legs and that hand went to my entrance, and it was no longer his tongue I felt widening me, but his fingers. They were so long as to reach my spot easily and so thick as to be stretching my channel when he had only two of them pushed inside me, and I was bucking and crying out at the stretching I was getting, and I cried out louder as he worked three fingers into me. 

I noticed vaguely that the crew were rowing in a frenzy as the pirates gained on us, their ships taking the wind better, and travelling faster across the sea between us, even without oars. 

Konan fucked me with his fingers until I was loose and those three fingers slid in and out, and were able to twist and rub inside me and I had shot my seed over my chest and belly several times. Then as the pirate ship came within hail of us he rose up and lifted my other leg high again and finding my gaping hole with the head of his huge sword of hard manflesh, he rammed it deep inside me. 

I screamed. Screaming at the pain of his forceful entry, and nearly fainting on that first rough thrust. Then he withdrew some inches, but immediately rammed his huge cock into me again, his pubic hair rubbing my ass as he bottomed to his limit in my ravaged passage. I screamed again and meant it, I was sure he was splitting me and I screamed when he did it again. My cries were so loud I had no doubt that not only our crew, but the crew of the approaching ships could hear. And they could also see me and knew exactly what was happening. Konan bottomed again, but this time my scream turned into a moan before he had drawn back, and when he rammed home again I howled in anticipation of the pain turning to pleasure and with three more thrusts it was pleasure more than pain, and I cried out, "Yes, yes." 

And as I rolled my head about in my abandonment to his fucking I felt a boat jarring thud, and saw that the leading pirate boat had joined us. Her crew leapt across the rails with ropes, planning to tie them to us. 

As the sea folk pirates boarded us and began to fight our crew Konan continued to plow me deep, and shouted loudly, "If you want a treasure, I have it here."

And he leant back and withdrew his sword almost completely from my sheathing channel, so all could see his huge length and thickness, and then he drove back into me, to my loud cry.

"Ah, few men can take me as he is," he shouted then, showing them again almost the full length of what I was taking, and burying it deep inside me again. 

"I have made him ready, and if you spare the lives of our crew you may have him for your own pleasure while you are on this boat, and you may take all the cargo we have if you leave us undamaged."

I could not believe what I was hearing, but I was unable to do more than cry out and moan at my complete possession, as Konan plowed me deeply and steadily. 

Our crew drew back unexpectedly, dropping their weapons as the sea folk captain came over and pulled his own good sized tool out and began to stroke it to hardness as he watched Konan plowing me. 

When he was satisfied with what he saw the pirate captain threw his head back and laughed, "Your cargo and this man's magic ass are mine, with not a drop of my crews blood shed. I am more than happy with this bargain. Now finish your taking of him so I may have a turn."

Konan bowed his head to the pirate, and with a flurry of fast and hard strokes he came deep inside me, throwing his head back and letting loose a mighty roar as his seed spouted out of him. 

I felt his seed flooding me and sighed, then his tool pulled out with a huge noise and his man-juice dribbled out of me as he lowered my legs. The pirate captain called over two of his men, instructed each to take hold of one of my legs and raise it up high and wide, and then he slid his own cock into my well prepared channel easily, and plowed me deeply until his seed also spouted inside me. Then the pirate next highest came and took his turn. I was swimming in their seed and it was running out of me as the third one filled me. 

Then I was untied and laid across the rail and taken that way from behind, by several more pirates, as I drifted into oblivion. 

I awoke to find the ship quiet and gentle hands wiping my sore bruised ass with some soothing oil, and I groaned at the pain and opened my eyes. 

"Konan," I moaned.

"He is gone," a voice said. 

"My chest, my merchandise," I gasped fearfully. 

"In front of you," the voice replied, and I looked up and there it was not feet away form me, and I sighed and asked, "And Konan, where is he?" 

"Gone. When the pirates left we discovered he was nowhere to be seen, but you're chest was on the deck, dripping water." 

After that I drifted off into a deep sleep. And I dreamt of Konan riding me again, his mighty weapon filling me as no other man's ever had. 



Barbarian Bait



The lottery is completely impartial. It HAS to be to be fair. Every girl enters the lottery pool when she turns nineteen and exits it when she is twenty-one. Everyone faces the same odds, even lower echelon royals like myself can and do end up at pole bait. Once, even the crown princess had to perform this onerous duty. I know that the politicians hate when folks call the "peace exchange" by its popular name, but that is what the girls end up being. No one can argue with the results, even if every citizen hates the cost. If not for the "peace exchange" the barbarians of this world would go on rampages.

Without the peace exchange, the horsemen of the plains would raid the city for brides and tribute. Us civilized folks are usually no match for the barbarian hordes. One on one, we do fine, but as a unit, the barbarians are far better fighters and have greater numbers that we city folk. In truth, our soft lives and the fine things we savor would have to be sacrificed if war broke out, and all of us are too attached to the good life to deal with hardship. The barbarians, despite the antipathy they feel towards us city folk, need the things like silk, fabrics, and other products that we produce to maintain the level of life satisfaction that they desire. From the barbarians, my people obtain untanned leather, bone, horns, and other raw materials. Tradesmen and merchants serve as intermediaries, moving between the two worlds and maintaining the trade links

Maintaining the peace and bringing fresh blood into both communities is the "peace exchange." One day a year, at the peace fair on the plains beyond the walls of the city, barbarian men and civilized men battle for brides.

If a girl's name was drawn on either side, she was chained by the wrists to one of the dozens of stone pillars erected in a line on the plain. After casting off her concealing robe, clad in only scanty bits of cloth called a trefia, and with a valuable bauble either around her neck or in her earlobes, she became the prize to be battled over by a city warrior and a barbarian from the plains. As the men battled, the woman cheered on her champion. It was strictly winner take all. 

For a city girl like me, she became the bride of a barbarian, never to see her parents and family again, her life of comfort at an end. What actually happened to the women once they entered the barbarian fold, was a great mystery. In all the centuries, only a handful of taken brides had returned to the civilized world. As for the barbarian women lost to civilized men, their stories were well known to us city girls, there were new ones arriving every year. I have a bit of barbarian blood myself, one of my grandfathers, several generations back had won one of these fierce and beautiful women in hand to hand combat. They tend to be tall and lite, and are uniformly beautiful, and possess an independence streak, that I quite frankly, admire. A city warrior who vanquished a barbarian to win his bride became quite the celebrity. His friends praised him and he was awarded a month of free meals in the finest restaurants in town and a year of free haircuts from the barbers. It was rumored that these exotic women knew all sorts of barbarian tricks for keeping their men happy between the sheets. Their new husbands always wore the widest smiles for a very long time after the peace fair. Most of these women adapted well to city life. They tended to have keen minds for business, and excelled at haggling, assets their new husbands admired and which helped the two as a couple thrive. To a woman, not one of them would discuss or disclose the fate of the city women who had exchanged places with them. Their inscrutability was part of their alluring mystique. 

I had made it through the first year of the lottery unscathed. Then I turned twenty and my name was drawn at the formal ceremony, two weeks before the peace fair. Everybody turned out to watch the drawing. All of us girls gathered in a knot to comfort our friends as their names were drawn. There was a little better than half chance that any one of us would end up in barbarian hands, but the two week lead time gave us a chance to wind down our affairs and say goodbyes that we hoped were not final. It also gave us a chance to select a champion to fight for us. Really adventurous girls allowed their champions to be selected by random drawing on the day of the fair, the rest of us wanted some say in who won us if the barbarian ogling us was defeated. 

Girls who were selected had two options. If they were very pretty, many young men would approach her parents to ask the honor of battling in her favor. A girl, in consultation with her parents, would either select the man the family liked the most or just went by size and brute strength. Most girls knew the young men they chose socially. Often it was a boyfriend or a man she previously thought unavailable. As for me, my champion was pre-ordained. My brother Tye would battle for me. My parents had definite plans for my future. Minor royals like myself were quite desirable. Once I made it through the lottery, they would introduce me to other desirable minor royals, set a dowry price that both sides deemed fair, and I would settle down to domestic life in another royal household. Not especially exciting perhaps, but it would allow me to live the life of luxury I was used to. One demand I had made my parents agree to was that any man they selected must own a large stable of horses so I could continue to ride and race. If I had that freedom, I thought, even being married to an obese middle aged royal, as little more than a breathing piece of artwork, would be tolerable. 

My parents plans were progressing unimpeded. There was little doubt that Tye would win. Your name could be called only once. So, after Tye vanquished the uncivilized heathen wanting me, I was forever free of the tension and nerves of the lottery drawing night. Tye is two years younger than me but HUGE! He even towers over my dad who is very tall. He is also an expert swordsman. He has been practicing since he was eight, Every single day he would come home from training, smile and say, "Luz, don't you ever worry. On peace fair day, I will defend you." and then he would laugh and enthusiastically display what he had learned.

Despite the fact that everyone in town knew that Tye would be my champion, a steady stream of young men appealed for the honor. My mother said it was because I was so pretty, my father claimed that they just wanted a free dinner. I'd been told that I am pretty. I'm tall, with long brown hair, and very nice legs, even if nobody ever sees them. Other girls say they envy my face, but I don't see what they are talking about. Most of the boys who came to dinner were handsome and healthy, but all of them, save one, paled next to Tye. The one exception, Dar. I have always fancied Dar, as he makes my heart skip beats. He is tall and blonde. He has the prettiest hazel eyes and manliest chin. His shoulders are so broad and his arms so muscular, that I have no doubt that, in a hand to hand combat he could best even my brother. 

Dar and I also share a delicious secret. On day last summer, I was riding my stallion, Fig, through the woodlands. I KNOW I should not leave the city unescorted, that marauders and barbarians sometimes prowl beyond the city gates but Fig is fast as lightning, he can outrun any horse, even a barbarian's. I had also brought along a crossbow and arrows, just in case I ended up on foot. It was a hot, sun-drenched day, Fig needed watering so I directed him to a small pond I spied. Once I reached the shore of the lake I discovered a tethered horse and a pile of male clothing. With a shock, I recognized the horse, it belonged to Dar! No sooner had I come to this conclusion than Dar surfaced from beneath the surface of the water. He must have heard me gasp for he turned and faced me. He stood waist deep in the water and smiled at me,

"Dar," I stammered, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Luz."

"I was simply taking Fig for a ride." I replied.

"Alone?"' asked Dar.

I nodded in response.

Dar winked at me and said, "It's a rather hot day, Luz, why don't you come in for a swim."

As he spoke, he stepped closer to me. Suddenly he was in thigh high water. I spied his erect manhood below the knotted muscles of his stomach. I liked what I saw. Despite that, I remembered how I was raised. I replied, 

"Dar, you devil, what if someone finds out!"

"You ARE alone,Luz, aren't you?

"Well, yes." 

"Who would know, Luz? I won't tell."

"But ..." I stammered.

"Typical female. Spies on a man in the altogether and won't give him the same privilege, COWARD!"

"No man calls ME a coward, Dar."

"Prove it!" 

Even though there was not another person for many kilometers, I still looked around nervously. The sweat from the heat had caused my dress to adhere to me like a second skin. The water looked so cool and inviting, I also knew that situations such as this would not be available to me once I was the captive wife of some other royal house. I would prove to Dar that I was made of sterner stuff. I pulled the clingy dress away from my skin and over my head. I quickly removed my riding boots and stood in my under slip, beneath this I had on a pair of padded step-ins and a bandeau. My breath came heavy, as though I was winded from riding and I flushed crimson before, as fast as possible, I slid off the rest of my garments and plunged into the cool refreshing lake.

Dar was laughing as I surfaced. I laughed as well. After we took long looks at each other's naked bodies, we spent the next several hours swimming and sunning ourselves on smooth rocks by the shore. Dar looked at me in a way that I really really liked. He told me that I was beautiful in a way that was totally convincing. It was something I had heard from boys before but had never allowed myself to believe. It made me feel very good indeed. When he made a move to embrace and kiss me I put up no resistance. He began to kiss down my body. His warm, yet soft lips felt divine on my bare skin. He nibbled my breasts, I was amazed at the sensitivity of my nipples, Dar's teeth and tongue were wonders. He made my nipples stand erect in a way they never had before. He was so gentle and kind, between kisses, he praised my beauty, my bravery, and my intelligence, all of which was wonderful to hear. Then he reached the furred warmth of my sex! Gently, he pulled apart the lips of my cunny and licked me all over. He certainly knew what he was doing because he found and focused on this one spot that made my body all tingly, just like it does after riding Fig over rocky ground for a long time. Never before, however, had it been as intense as it was with Dar. 

When Dar had finished working his magic on me, I wanted to make him feel as happy as he had made me, I tried to follow his instructions and kiss and do the things to his manhood with my lips and tongue as he instructed. His thing felt nice in my mouth. I don't think I was very good at it but Dar didn't seem to mind. After I did that awhile, Dar rolled ontop of me and his manhood plunged into my secret place. Now I had watched mares and stallions all of my life, In theory, I knew all about the human mating process but I was totally unprepared for the sensation of Dar's member deep inside me. He began to pump away and it felt very good indeed. I felt that happy tingle again, only this time, far stronger. I began to breathe really fast and then I felt like I was above the two of us looking down for a moment or two. I think I called Dar's name. I felt his seed flowing into me followed by his softening. We kissed for a very long time when he had finished. Only then did I feel a sense of shame. I had a difficult time looking at Dar as we redressed. 

Then like, passing strangers, we returned to town by different routes. I knew that what I had done, was supposed to be wrong. Young ladies did not lie with men until their nuptials. That is what I had been taught to believe, so I felt tremendous guilt, But, after a few days, the guilt evaporated. I felt as though I had done nothing wrong. Dar was sweet and gentlemanly. I felt like he was probably kinder to me than the middle-aged royal I was most likely destined to be married off to. Even though it might be years off I was already dreading THAT night! Sometimes my preordained life was so frustrating. 

After Dar's evening as a dinner guest of the family, I campaigned smartly for him to champion me. It was not an entirely wasted effort. My parents decided that if my brother Tye, through some fluke, were not able to fight for me, Dar would be a fitting replacement. Dar sealed the deal by telling my parents, "In my opinion, Luz is the only young woman in the entire city worth battling a barbarian for."

My father told him, "You certainly know the right things to say, young man."

After he left my father was less sanguine. 

"If that boy DOES have to battle for you, I will give him whatever he desires to forgo asking for your hand. Even if he WERE suitable match material, and he is not, I don't like the way that boy looks at you, it is as if he knows what you look like under your dress." stated my father while I stifled a laugh.

The days until the peace fair dwindled. I and the other girls who had been chosen, as a group, visited a team of seamstresses for the fitting of our trefias. None of us wanted to be hanging there nude, which was the only other option. A lot of the girls complained. I could sympathize. The entire purpose of the garment was to expose as much of our bodies as possible so that the barbarians could appraise us. The barbarian girls would be wearing the same thing but somehow, I didn't think it bothered them as much.

Girls of the city wore ankle length dresses that only rarely had any decolletage. Since no two of us had exactly the same shape, the garments had to be individually tailored. I gazed in the full-length mirror as I stood there in the two bits of cloth. My flat tummy, long shapely legs and modest sized bust would meet the favor of every male eye, barbarian and civilized. That should have bothered me but I delighted in it. Stripped down with the other girls, I realized, for the first time, that I truly was pretty. Prettier than most of them in fact. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I thought it such a shame that a body like mine would end up underneath some out of shape old man. "Why can't I marry Dar?" I thought sadly. 

The last part of our fitting party was a lot of fun, at first. We donned our concealing robes and visited house to house, receiving sweets and small gifts from all of our parents. We had sing-alongs and ended the night with a campfire on the edge of the city. These things were always bittersweet because a portion of us were going to be taken. Since we would never see those girls again, it would be like some of them had died. There was a kind of wistful sadness I can't quite describe about this part of the event. We tried to give each other hope. More than one girl said to me, "I wish I had Tye, defending ME!"

In a quiet moment, I told the girls, "Some of you will be lucky, in a few days you will have handsome husbands like Dar or even my brother. I'm stuck getting married next year or the year after, that to some rich guy my parents select for me. I wish there was a big strong warrior battling for me!" 

"If it's any consolation," Teri told me, "The barbarians will be battling over the opportunity to fight for you!" 

I smiled and said, "that's nice of you to say, Teri. In a way, I feel sorry about the barbarian that faces my brother, he will never know what hit him." Then we all laughed together. 

When I returned very early in the morning, I got a few hours of sleep. When I woke, my mother took me aside and tried to give me a lecture about sex, just in case Tye lost. It was all so stupid. I'd been breeding stallions and mares since I was twelve! And I had had that wonderful afternoon with Dar. I honestly thought that I could tell my mom a thing or two. After letting Mom sufficiently embarrass herself, I sat down to breakfast. Since it might be my last, mom and the servants pulled out all the stops. What a breakfast! Two hours before noon I redressed in my trefia and robe and Mom and Dad, Tye, and myself rode out to the fair grounds.

As a little girl, my very favorite event in all the world was the peace fair. The colors, the sounds, the music. Barbarian bands and city bands good-naturedly tried to outdo each other taking common tunes and putting their own spin on them. The resulting melodies were heavenly. I was always drawn to the trick riding events. The city riders were quite skilled, but they could not hold a candle to the talents of the barbarians. Not for the first time did I wish that I was a boy so that I could be a trick rider when I grew up. There were vendor booths with wonderful food. Some of the barbarian's cuisine is really good. I remember when I was sixteen, having a brief conversation with a warrior woman in her stockade before her time at the peace pole. She seemed so confident and self-assured. She looked at the city men appraising her with disdain.

It wasn't much of a conversation, a few sentences at most. She said I was a pretty young thing that needed a big strong barbarian to truly appreciate me. I forget what I said in return but the encounter always stuck with me because, aside from the women brought to serve out their time on the peace pole, there were no other barbarian females present. Barbarian boys and teens yes but females no, aside from a few superannuated crones. It only confounded the mystery as to the daily life of the barbarian women. The rumors about them ranged from the plausible to the absurd. All one could say for certain is that they existed, somewhere out on the plains. From time to time they were even spotted. Usually viewed from a long distance, they appeared regal and majestic on horseback, clad in fur and leather and silk, armed with swords. riding proudly next to their men.

This year the fair was very different. At the morning drawing, I learned that I would be on the fifth pole during the third heat. Mom hugged me so tight I thought I would break in half. To wear around my neck, she gave me the very rare string of black pearls that dad had given her on their tenth wedding anniversary. As she clasped them around my neck she said very softly, "These have always brought me luck." Tye was so ready to go it was comical. My father kissed me on the lips, not on the cheeks as was his custom. "Whatever happens today, Luz," he said in a voice I had never heard him use before, " always carry my love with you." For some reason, that made me cry.

Under armed guards consisting of both barbarians and city men, we "pole girls" were herded into a stockade. with just our thin robes to protect us from the intense sun and a sudden breeze that came off the plains we pushed up against each other for warmth. Some of us cried, but most of us were quiet and contemplative. 

First up, the first wave of city girls. I recognized Mara, who was one of my distant cousins and Heidi, who I knew from school. I called to both of them, but I doubt they heard me over the roar of the assembled crowd arrayed in bleachers and every open space. The girls shed their robes and the crowd of assembled barbarians roared. Each girl was then cuffed by her wrists and the chain shortened until she was on her tiptoes, back to the pillar.

The first round of barbarian warriors surged forward like a stream of ants and carefully inspected each dangling female. The rules were strict, they could look but not touch. Fondling a female before a contest was decided was grounds for disqualification. From where I stood, I had a good view of Mara. I was proud that she did not flinch or shy away from the leering faces and raucous comments of the barbarians who appraised her. I had always thought Mara very pretty, she must be, as several barbarians desired her. They rolled dice to determine her final challenger. The size of the barbarians amazed me. The one who won the right to vie for Mara was the largest of all. For the first time, I thought that Tye might have his hands full. When all of the barbarians had settled themselves in the battle circle laid out before each column, the warriors from the city marched in, greeted the woman whose honor they were shielding and put on their war faces. 




Barbarian Bait



The skirmishes ranged in length from a few minutes to what I guess was almost a half hour. Since I could not focus on all the battles I paid particular attention to the little war over my cousin Mara. Even under his armor I recognized the boy as one who had been pursuing Mara rather heavily of late. I'm not even sure if Mara liked him, but he sure liked HER. He must have really sold himself to Mara and her parents to end up as her defender. I'm sure his size helped as well. Bouts lasted until one of the men was either disarmed or incapacitated. Deaths were extremely rare, major injuries common. I thought the boy defending Mara quite overmatched. All he was able to do was hold his own for several minutes but apparently he discovered some flaw in his opponent's technique. All at once he moved like lightning and slammed his sword down on the barbarian's hand causing it him to drop it to the ground. The surprised barbarian uttered a stream of oaths that could be heard for miles. 

Mara's ardent suitor grinned broadly, cast off his helmet and received a very deep kiss from Mara. I am absolutely certain that it was the first kiss she had ever granted that boy, and Mara confided in me that she really enjoyed kissing boys. After freeing Mara, she embraced him. When their clinch was over the boy bent, retrieved Mara's robe and helped her put it on. The two exited to applause from the crowd of city folk. The barbarian exited to a torrent of boos and invective from his own people. 

Next came the first wave of barbarian girls. When they cast off their robes, the city men roared. I could see why, I thought every one of them was far more beautiful than myself. The line of tall lithe, mostly fair-haired women rolled their eyes at the city men who assessed them as they hung there in their cuffs. To my total astonishment, I recognized Dar amongst the appraising men from the city. Apparently Dar had been completely serious in telling my parents that I was the only girl in the city worth battling for! Something inside my heart broke. Dar and I would have been a perfect couple, we could have made each other extremely happy. Apparently he felt much the same way. Since he could not have me, he decided to try to win a barbarian girl! For the longest moment, I envisioned a life that could never be. I wanted to cry, but I knew that I could not.

I watched, my heart in my throat, the intense battle between Dar and an equally hulking barbarian for a statuesque woman with a lovely face, flowing hair the color of straw, long legs, and huge breasts. Somehow I knew exactly how the contest would end. After twenty minutes of intense battle, Dar's sword pinned his barbarian opponent's forearm to his chest, ending the contest. 

The blonde uncivilized woman yielded a very sensual kiss to Dar before he freed her. Their subsequent embrace made me feel the most jealousy ever. He gently assisted her back into her concealing robe before, in a feat of showmanship, he hefted her over his head and carried her off the battle plain to a huge ovation from the city folk and a grudging applause from the assembled barbarians. 

All at once it was my turn! I touched Mom's pearls for luck and fell into line with the other girls in my heat in post position order. I was so glad I did not have to be first in line. A referee halted me at my pole. I opened my gown and let it flutter to the ground, eliciting a tremendous roar from both sides. It was much worse than my initial embarrassment of being naked in front of Dar. This made me feel like a side of beef being prepared for butchering. It only got worse when a steady stream of brutish looking barbarians began giving me the once over. It was like I could actually feel their eyes touring my skin. And the things they said! I will concede that some of the men were handsome enough. More than one reminded me a great deal of Dar. My overarching desire was just to get this over with as soon as possible. 

Right on time, Tye arrived looking supremely confident. He looked at me winked and said, "Gee, Sis, you look great!"

"Stow it you jerk! Just focus on getting me out of here." I replied in my most irritated older sister voice.

Apparently I was a hot property, five titanic barbarians were on the ground rolling dice under the watchful eyes of a civilized and barbarian referee for the "honor" trying to win me. Three rolls later one of the giants flashed me a very salacious leer and strode to battle circle.

Tye gazed up at me and said, "Piece of cake, Sis."

It is a really really strange feeling to watch two men battle over your fate, even if one of them is your kid brother. I felt like I was observing things through someone else's eyes at the two bruisers faced off. Tye's talents were obvious early. He seemed in total control at the outset, almost toying with his uncivilized opponent and playing to the response of the crowd. I shouted out to him that this was not one of his practice sessions at home or with his fencing instructor. Tye never heard me. Or, if he did, he ignored my advice. This was his moment in the spotlight and he was going to put on a good show for the crowd. I wanted to kick him firmly in the nuts. While making a showy gesture, his opponent seized the moment and slammed into Tye's jaw with the hilt of his sword and fist. I saw my brother's eyes roll white in his head before he collapsed into a heap on the ground. There was a shocked hush from the city crowd and I heard a pained female scream that could only have been my mother's. I hung there uncomprehending as the barbarian loomed into my vision. I screamed and attempted to shrink away but was held fast by the pillar and cuffs. The barbarian took a kiss I most surely did not want to surrender before he freed my wrists and clasped me in his thick muscled arms. I tried to squirm away but I was no match for him. He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour and began toting me towards the barbarian side. I stared at my concealing robe lying on the dusty ground and my still supine brother. Barbarian cheers filled my ears and I knew my life would never be the same again. There were a thousand things on my mind but for some reason I mostly thought about my horses, "I didn't even say goodbye to Fig!" Somehow, that was the most crushing thought of that horrific moment.

My barbarian carried me to a tent where I encountered other city girls, all bound and gagged. The barbarian who had won me removed my mother's pearls from around my neck and pocketed them. In short order, I too was bound and gagged and placed on a pillow on the ground. With some sort of grease pencil, he wrote a design of some kind on my back. I deduced he had written his name, or whatever the barbarian equivalent was, on his property. It was then that I really began to cry. 

It was several hours later when my tears left me. I knew my face must have been a mess. With difficulty, I sat up and drank in my surroundings. Most of the girls were strangers to me, but a few I recognized. It was very easy to read their eyes. The girls that knew me were incredulous to find me among their midst. Certainly, however, they were not as surprised as me. As bad as my current situation was, I would not have wanted to be in Tye's place. My father's anger is not something you want to provoke and he would be lucky if mother ever spoke to him again. Also, everyone in the city would know of his failure and he would never be able to go anywhere for a very long time without hearing the mockery and laughter following him. His showboating had landed me here, meaning his reputation among the elite of the city's swordsman was forever tarnished. When I considered that Tye was having a day nearly as awful as mine, it almost forced a bitter laugh from my throat. 

There was one barbarian in a chair wielding a crossbow In the tent, any chance of escape was impossible. From time to time, a positively ancient female barbarian circled the tent with a chamber pot and helped us answer nature's call, Eventually it grew dark outside the tent and I heard the unmistakable strains of "Evening Has Come" played by all of the bands simultaneously and in perfect harmony. It was always a beautiful and poignant song. The end of the peace fair had arrived. I would never be this close to home again. 

The victorious barbarians began tumbling into our tent of captives. I recognized the barbarian who had "won" me. He loosed my bonds and gag, helped to my feet and smacked me smartly in the ass causing me to gasp. He laughed and asked,

"What is your name beautiful?"

"Luz." I at last sputtered.

"Pretty, just like you." 

He led me out of the tent, holding tight to me. It had just gotten dark. There was a huge bonfire in the center of the barbarian camp. I was marched over to it. Once I was at fireside my barbarian tore the scanty treflia from my body and tossed it into the flames. As I shivered naked in the dark, My barbarian stated simply, "Your name is all that you are permitted to carry into your new life, Luz. My name is Ruk, but you don't have to use my name until you are comfortable. For the time being I will answer to "Hey you," or "Barbarian."

I did not know how to respond. I just stood there numb.

"You are very very beautiful, Luz, you will ride by my side and share my tent. You will bear very lovely barbarian maidens and very strong and handsome barbarian warriors."

At last I was able to force some words out of my throat. "What happens now?" 

"First we ride to camp and feast. If you are an obedient and honest, little girl, by morning you will have earned yourself some clothing. The longer you are resentful and dishonest, the longer you stay naked." He paused, looked at me hungrily and asked, "How about a kiss, Luz?" 

I gazed at my barbarian in the firelight. With his helmet off, and not covered in sweat, he was quite pleasant to look at. He had more than a passing resemblance to Dar. I knew my old life was irrevocably lost. I could be miserable in this new world or I could try to fit in. I turned my head upwards and the barbarian's hot lips met my own. It was not a bad kiss. He threw his arms around me and we kissed some more. I thought of my day at the pond with Dar.

"By the gods, I would take you now,"' stated the barbarian to me hotly, "but the rules of fair day are firm." 

I and the other girls were led to a line of horses with thickly padded blankets for saddles. Every one of us was as naked as the day we were born. We mounted the horses. Some of the city girls had never ridden before and need help in straddling their rides. The barbarians who had won us pulled alongside on their massive horses and took the bridles of our smaller horses. Facing westward, we were led further into barbarian territory. Some girls cried but most of us were in quiet reflection or simply numb with terror. Despite the darkness, I took a long look at the massive walls of the city, trying to commit every arch and brick to memory. I was still watching when the last of the city's signal fires vanished over the horizon. Only then did I realize that it was a rather chilly night. 

We arrived at one of those great sod lodges the barbarians build. It was a huge oval-shaped structure with windows and doors regularly spaced around it surmounted by a roof of straw mats. I'd read about them in school but never imagined I would see one. Sounds of music and bacchanalia emanated from it. 

Ruk dismounted and had me follow suit. A barbarian in a leather apron came forward to collect the horses. I recognized a farrier when I saw one. Not far away, I saw a small creek and green fields. I knew that the barbarians were rather proud of their horses and took excellent care of them. I had a passing hope that, perhaps if I was given the job of tending to the horses of these uncivilized people, I could almost be content.

"You ride very well." Ruk told me once I was back on the ground.

I thanked him and was about to tell him about Fig and my other horses when Ruk tugged my arm and we entered the torchlit structure. Ruk's name was announced and a round of applause and loud and somewhat bawdy cheers greeted him. Grasping hands pulled us apart and I soon found myself on the dining table that spanned the length of the sod building. Still completely naked, I was forced to walk the entire span of the table several times while the barbarians leered at me as they ate and drank. It was revolting, but many of the men called me beautiful as I walked past them. One after another all of the captured girls followed me onto the table.

Once we had all been publicly displayed we were escorted to a side table where a feast awaited. We were encouraged to eat even if we did not feel hungry. A tall and beautiful barbarian woman, the first we had encountered, came forward and spoke to us.

"Eat hearty girls, your night will be long. I can not tell you what is in store for you, but I will say that it will be vastly different from you quiet city lives. Barbarians don't want quiet girls, we want loud and proud, independent girls, women who can share their husband's burdens and put up with the nomadic life. Tonight is the first step in toughening you up."

She clapped her hands and a steady stream of beautiful barbarian woman appeared behind her toting wineskins and enticing desserts on trays. They bowed to us and then began filling our goblets. I felt so insignificant and plain next to these statuesque women in polished leather and silk. I noted that every one of them wore a sword or a dagger. Abstractly I wondered if I would, one day, be given one as well. At that point, I realized that I was starving. I reached for one of the spicy fowl that the barbarian's prepare. It had always been my favorite at the peace fair when I was growing up.

While we were eating the barbarian woman who had first spoke to us as a group, carefully studied me and said, "Surely, girl, you have some barbarian blood?"

I told her about my grandmother several generations back.

She smiled and said, "That is why you are with us now! The spirit of every barbarian girl ALWAYS returns to the plains, even if it takes many generations. You were born, girl to ride the plains, feel your blood thunder in your ears and be an equal of any man in bed!"

I stared at her open-mouthed. She lightly touched my cheek and said, "Deep down in your soul you know it is true, girl." Then she disappeared from view for a time before returning with more food. I wondered about her words. Us city folk did not follow the beliefs of the folks of the plains. The barbarians believe in a world where everything teems with life, a fortress in the afterlife for warriors, and that no soul truly ever dies. In the city, we had worship and instruction twice a week

and strived to live right so that in the afterlife our souls could move on. If we failed to enter the afterworld our souls were cast into the pit for all eternity, I had never questioned my beliefs, but neither had I been especially devout. I wondered if the great arbitrator could hear my prayers out here on the plains. Would I want him to? 

I looked around at the girls sharing my table. some were still crimson and crying from shame, others tried to cover themselves with an arm or hand while they ate. A few were like me, now beyond the reach of humiliation, we sat naked and unabashed. I had never been naked in front of any other man but Dar. My parents were not as strict as other parents I knew, but they had always insisted that I be fully covered when I left the house. Only on girls' outings could skin be exposed, and that only if necessary. I was not sure how I felt about my current nudity, I was not especially humiliated or overly embarrassed. It was simply a fact of my new life, something I did not have any control over. It was not like I was parading naked down Main Street at home. It helped, somewhat, that barbarian wine is really potent.

I ate until I was full, from time to time one of the barbarian women would ask one of the girls or myself about themselves. Mostly our likes and dislikes. They were impressed that I knew so much about horses. "You are already an asset to your man, young one." a middle-aged but still lovely barbarian woman told me. "He will wear your pelt with pride." 

"Pelt?" I asked

"Yes, she replied tonight, after you are bonded, your man will talk your pelt." she stated, not clearing up the mystery at all. 

From where I sat, I could observe the men at their table. While most of the men were drinking heavily, the warriors who had won brides limited how much they drank and were much more subdued. They sat in a group casting their eyes upon us from time to time it was as though they were waiting for something or someone.

I realized that is in fact what they were doing when he door opened and a group of people entered. The smoky raucous, room fell deathly silent once they crossed the threshold. Most of them were tall and clad in green robes with olive branches affixed to their caps. There was a beautiful red-haired woman who wore very little and, most shockingly, two blindfolded men wearing the garb of city priests.

A green-robed man wearing elk horns rose his hand and asked, "Were any warriors successful at the peace fair?"

A thundering affirmation nearly lifted the roof from the building.

The men wearing them had their blindfolds removed. It turned out that the two men were priests from the city! I was thoroughly confused. 

The elk horned man said, "Husbands, gather your brides."

Ruk and all of the other victors approached our table and extended their hands. Some of the girls resisted. That caused one of the priests to speak He spoke in our direction, trying very hard to not look at either our faces or bodies,

"Brides of the city do not resist! No man knows the will of the great arbitrator before it comes to flower. I can not say why he has allowed you to fall into the hands of the pagan horde, all I CAN say is that it MUST be his will or your champions would not have failed. My comrade and I allowed ourselves to be abducted from the city this day. Like you, we have no idea where we are.

Blinded we came. Blinded we shall go. Even if we could, we would not rescue you, for all the gods, the many of this people and the one of the civilized man believe in peace over all things. Were any man to break the peace, I fear what any god would do to him. We shall not officiate at these proceedings in any way. Our purpose is to bear witness that all of the girls won today are fairly married and not taken merely to be used as low women. The great arbitrator and the many gods of this people agree on that value at least. The great arbitrator will never lift his blessing from you sweet and wonderful girls. May you find his smile and obey his call as well as you can in your new lives."

The beautiful redheaded woman strode in front of the priest, wiggled her body provocatively and stated, "Well said, Padre. Well said."

The priests were led to raised chairs off to one side. They were then gagged and a hulking warrior stood between them with a primed crossbow.

From the dining tables, an altar was hastily constructed. In a daze, I allowed Ruk to take my arm. All of the taken girls and their warriors were soon arranged in two semicircles in front of the altar.

One green-robed figure handed small bouquets of white flowers to each girl. Another robed figure spread salt upon the ground and then poured wine over it. The woman with flowing red hair slipped out of her minuscule clothing and performed the loveliest dance I had ever witnessed while the final robed figure played some sort of stringed instrument. When the dance had concluded, the horned man began to speak.

"Five hundred years ago the people of the plains and the people of the city made peace. Sometimes that peace lies heavy, sometimes it lays light, but it endures. Daughters of the city, tonight you become brides of the plain. You will ride with pride next to your warrior, you will warm each other on cool nights and nurse each other when ill. He will proudly wear your pelt and you shall proudly wear his totem. You will bear fine sons and beautiful daughters, some of whom may, one day, be lost at the peace fair, but the goddess knows her own and eventually she will be returned to us. Now girls take the hand of your man and repeat after me."




Barbarian Bait



I took a moment to breathe. This was all too much to take in at once. With the priests there I felt more comfortable with everything, even if I had been an indifferent worshipper.

I took my first lingering look at Ruk. Before I had seen him but not really seen him, if that makes sense. For the first time, I realized that he was truly handsome, almost as handsome as Dar. I liked his muscular arms and broad shoulders. He looked at me in such an intense endearing way. It wasn't just the fire in his eyes like a stallion for a mare in heat, it was something more, something I know I had never seen before, not even on that magical afternoon with Dar. And suddenly I knew! As much sadness my loss was always going to be to my family, I knew without question that this barbarian would treat me better and love me more than any coddled royal ever could. Had Tye won, I would have begun to die. My illness would have been my betrothal, my wake would have been my wedding, my internment would have been my marriage and all the long years after that I would be waiting for them to close the lid and bury me.

The rest of what transpired could have happened anywhere, even the city. I promised to love and honor Ruk. To be his companion and helpmate. To stand with him in good times and in bad. And then our union was being sealed with a kiss. A better kiss than the last one.

The red-haired woman took the place of the elk horned man. She was still naked. "Now that the marriages are sealed, the goddess will have these pelts!"

"And the god of life shall have his totem!" shouted the hooded figure with the strange guitar.

A very old woman stepped up to the altar with a Y-shaped frame as a very old man scaled the altar opposite her toting a large silken bag.

The red-haired woman asked the crowd, "Which of these worthies should please the goddess first?" 

The woman whom I had told about my barbarian great whatever grandmother shouted,

"Ruk's woman has barbarian blood! Let her be first!"

My heart beating a mile a minute I was also profoundly curious. Ruk led me to the altar and I made my way to the Y-shaped frame. The old woman greeted me with a toothless smile and said,

"Have no fear daughter, the honor I perform will not hurt a bit."

The old man said, "Bride I can not say that the honor I perform will not hurt, but eventually you will look upon the gift I give you with fondness."

I was instructed to lie on my back on the frame. In that position, my legs and my intimate parts were on display above the heads of all present. My legs were lashed to the Y and I felt supreme humiliation.

The old woman noted my crimson embarrassment and said, "Now there is no sin in displaying shame. But, after tonight, you will be a bride of the plains and will have no need for shame ever again."

From the bag that she and the old man shared, the woman drew a jar and from that some sort of paste or putty. Gently she applied it to my pubic hair in a thin layer. The substance, whatever it was, quickly hardened, almost leather like. It felt warm at first, then cool. The old woman said some incantation and then produced, a knife with a blade such as I had never seen before. Part of me wanted to scream but for some reason I believed the woman when she said that what she meant to do to me would not hurt. She began to sing a little song as her hands fell to my crotch.

Like a skilled artist, she wielded the blade and I realized it was shaving off my hair! City girls NEVER shave that part of their bodies. We were taught that doing so was sinful except when sometimes necessary during childbirth. My mind was awash with this line of thinking, but I still noted the steady tug of the razor as it worked, it actually felt rather pleasant. It was clear that this woman was quite skilled and experienced at performing this task. Before I could further contemplate the situation, all at once the woman was finished. With a flourish, the woman held up her handiwork. The flesh colored substance she had coated on my privates held my intimate triangle as a single unit. It was as though my cunny fur had been removed in one piece! I had the view of that part of me that I had in the mirror, only now it was being held above my eyes!

"Who claims this pelt?" the woman asked.

"I Ruk, claim that pelt. I shall wear it with pride." 

I watched flabbergasted as Ruk, hung what had once been an intimate part of me on a hook which was clearly designed for that purpose on his belt. The rest of the men reached into little satchels about their waist and withdrew pelts of their own and hung them from their own belts! 

All I could think is, "That is much more personal than a piece of jewelry."

The old man bid me resume lying down. I recognized the implement in his hand right away as a tattooing kit. My father had paid to have our family crest tattooed in the right ear of every horse in our stable. The farrier had used an identical device.

"Crying out, offends the god Loy and will bring bad luck to your marriage." He told me in a very serious voice. I bit my lip and tried not to think about the repeated bee stings I felt. I watched as though viewing it through a stranger's eyes as a circle about the size of a large city coin appeared on my flesh midway between my navel and my sex. Carefully the old man filled in the circle with an intricate design. Later, Ruk showed me the larger version of the same design on his right shoulder. "It is my family totem," he explained, "and my family has owned it for many generations." 

The old man was silent until he completed his work. "Done." he said in a steady yet soft voice. My legs were unleashed from the frame and the elk horned man said to me,

Arise, Luz, wife of Ruk. Assume you place at his side and begin your new life as a bride of the plains!"

I stepped down from the altar, Ruk swept me up in his huge strong arms a planted his sweetest kiss yet upon my lips.The room broke out in applause and cheers. I stood there for a moment or two, gazing at my tattoo, feeling the strangeness of my shaven sex and trying to get used to the idea of Ruk wearing my kitty for all the world to see, like a man from the city would wear a locket about his neck with a portrait of his lady love or a tress or two of her hair. Was this really that much different? 

Ruk threw his arm around my shoulder and stole kisses at a steadily increasing pace as we watched the rest of the girls who had been won at the poles be transformed from city girls to barbarian women. When the last of our number rose from the altar the room broke out in a deafening roar. The band began to play loudly and the beautiful barbarian women and handsome barbarian men began dancing vigorously to the music. 

Ruk gazed at me with a look even inexperienced I could read. "Care to take a little walk?" he asked my slyly. I told him that first I had to answer nature's call. So did he. We left the sod structure and he directed me to the latrines. He was waiting for me when I finished. The night had gotten much colder and I snuggled up to Ruk for warmth How he found his tent among the hundreds standing about a third of a kilometer from the sod structure I will never know. He entered first, lit some lamps and ushered me inside. 

I was shivering and not just from the nighttime chill.

"Please be gentle with me, Ruk." I said softly before his arms encircled me.

"Sweet Luz, a warrior is always kind. His greatest treasure is his bride. Hurting her harms himself and makes the gods angry."

Despite everything, I felt myself relaxing in his arms. The soft light of the lamps made his already handsome features even better. I thought of my afternoon with Dar and was glad that I was not completely innocent. With his encouragement, I slowly undressed him. The muscles on his broad chest were quite pleasing to my eyes. His torso had a dusting of tattoos, none as prominent as his totem.

He sat and I pulled off his riding boots. I noticed the bulge in his tight leather pants right away. I was more curious than afraid. When he stood, I remained on my knees and loosened his belt and unlaced his pants. Ruk smiled at me and began to tug down his trousers. The second male penis I had ever seen emerged into the soft light of the barbarian's tent. He was a bit longer and thicker than Dar. I realized that my current view was one I would be seeing quite often for as far into the future as I could project. I decided that it was not a bad view. Ruk stepped out of his pants and he was as naked as I was.

Somehow understanding what was expected of me, I began to explore Ruk's manhood with my tongue and lips. My second go at this was much easier. I kissed and licked from the tip to each of the balls. Ruk had a musky smell that I really liked. I could tell by his wide smile that I was doing an acceptable job. I was careful to avoid using my teeth, a mistake I now realized I had done with Dar. I know that I had caused Dar pain, but he had been too much of a gentleman to complain. I encircled Ruk's manhood with my mouth and began sliding my head back and forth. Ruk began to purr like my kitten when I fed her cream. For some reason, I liked that I was giving Ruk pleasure.

After a while, Ruk indicated that I was to stop. He helped me to my feet and promptly buried me under an avalanche of kisses. Almost immediately we were on the floor of the now warm tent exchanging kisses. Ruk filled my ear with soft praises and kissed his way down my body. It was then that he began erasing parts of Dar from my memory. His hot lips were magnificently skilled my nipples responded with a vigor that surprised me. Then his soft kisses slowly traced down my rib cage and circled my navy. He carefully avoided my tender tattoo and began working on my newly shorn private parts. The sensitivity of that part of me with the hair missing was revelatory. This time, the tingle worked its way out of my quivering body and I cried "RUK!" so loud I am certain I woke the entire camp. 

When I had come back to myself, Ruk mounted me and slid his enormous manhood inside me. His rhythm as he worked was just like that of a trotting horse, steady, slow and deep. I don't remember how many times I or how loudly I called Ruk's name before I felt his seed deep inside me. As he softened he said. "I didn't win you, Luz, You won ME!"

For the longest time afterward we talked. I told him about my family and my life. We ended up talking a great deal about horses. He told me less about his life. Like my brother, Tye he had an older sister, whom he said I would meet in the morning. By now I could see through a gap in the door of the tent that dawn was breaking. It was bright enough that I no longer needed a lamp to see the fire in Ruk's eye and understand what was on his mind. We made love again. This time might have been better than our first encounter, but it could never diminish that first time in my memory. Ruk was extremely giving, always making sure I was comfortable. This time he did nearly all the work, stroking and massaging my body and dining on my bald kitty with his experienced tongue. When his manhood slid inside me that second time it felt so natural, like something I had been waiting for all my life.Almost as soon as Ruk was finished, the stress of my day and the fact that I had not had very much sleep for more than a day hit me hard and I fell into the sleep of death next to Ruk in his sleeping furs.

It was well past the middle of the day when I awoke to Ruk's smiling face staring down at me. He was fully dressed, my "pelt" prominently displayed.

"Good morning, my beautiful bride, Luz." he said in the sweetest voice. 

"I should not have let you sleep so long," he continued, "but you were sleeping so soundly and you looked so lovely, it would have been a shame to wake you. I have some clothes for you and my sister Lara, she's your sister now as well, is waiting to take you under her wing. All new brides need an older, more experienced bride to help them settle into their new lives. Lara is dying to meet you. Can I help you dress?" 

I nodded and Ruk retrieved some items from a cloth bag. I stood, and a short time later, I was clad in a rather short leather skirt that revealed nearly all of my long legs, and a fur blouse made out of the skins of some animal I could not identify. The blouse displayed the tops of my breasts and exposed my navel. Where was the beautiful attire the barbarian women wore last night? I began to question Ruk, but he shushed me and said simply, "Lara will answer all your questions. She will also help you pick out a pair of boots."

After he had fastened the last button of my brief blouse he said, "Barbarian men have their duties, even on the morning after their nuptials" Then he kissed me deeply, extended his hand and led me out of the tent.

A tall, thin, beautiful blonde woman stood a half meter from the tent. She was dressed in a tight knee length leather skirt, with riding boots, both highly polished, a gorgeous silk blouse, and she had a broadsword hanging from her waist. I recognized the family resemblance immediately. "You must be Lara." I stated.

She embraced me, kissed me full on the lips and said, "Welcome sister Luz." Then she gazed intently at me and said, "I witnessed your wedding to my brother last night. I am not surprised that you don't remember me, there were much more interesting things going on."

I must have had a befuddled look upon my face for Lara said, "Your clothing? You are in new bride attire. It is a visible sign to the barbarians community that all of this is new to you. It also allows your new husband to show you off for your first two sharing moons. After a year, if you apply yourself, you will be rewarded garb such as I am wearing and will begin training with the weapon which suits you best."

She took my hand and said, "Let's see about getting you some boots, then we can sit down to breakfast and I can answer your questions."

I got my first view of the barbarian encampment by daylight. More than a thousand barbarian tents were arrayed on a slight rise in the plain. Off to one side were their spare horses. Off in the distance I could just spy the male barbarians on horseback attending to the great beasts that populate the plain. Where the beasts wandered, the barbarians followed. Now my own fate was tied to these majestic creatures. I noted a cloud of dust being kicked up by a barbarian intent on catching up with the herd. With a start, I realized that the rapidly diminishing figure was Ruk! 

"He'll be back at twilight, dusty, sweaty, hungry and with ONE thing on his mind!" said Lara in a mirthful tone.

I looked at her, smiled when I recalled my night with Ruk.

"Don't worry, sister, I will have you ready for him!" 

Our first stop was a larger tent than most. Inside sat a leather merchant. I could not tell if he was a barbarian or from the city, his clothing was a mix of both styles. The expression on his face indicated that he was familiar with Lara. His eyes took a rather obvious tour of my body before Lara made him focus elsewhere.

"Knock it off Zek, this is my brand new sister Luz, what do you have in women's riding boots?"

I sat in a chair while he measured my feet. As he performed this task, he was obviously sneaking peeks at my now bald kitty. I brought my thighs together and he frowned. The boots he presented me with, however, were of the very best quality, just like at home. Lara extracted a large number of coins from a satchel on her belt and set them before the leather merchant. Lara then began flirting with the man, calling him handsome and virile and a host of other praises I could scarce believe. I saw an ugly balding man with a weak chin, a pockmarked face, and a significant paunch. Lara ended her barrage of flattery by pulling open the front of her blouse and letting the merchant take a long and lustful look at her very nice and quite large breasts. While the man grinned broadly, Lara retrieved nearly all of the coins that she had previously set down, took my hand, and led me out of the tent.

Once we were out of earshot, Lara closed her blouse and said, "Zek, like most merchants, is a pig, but he is easy to deal with. In his dreams, he beds down with every barbarian woman who enters his tent. Making him believe that he has a chance saves me lots of money. I'd sooner be mounted by a rabid cur!" 

A short time later we were seated in the tent, Lara shared with her husband, sipping tea like two city girls. As we talked, I realized that Lara was mostly listening, I liked her lovely face and easy manner, before long I ended up telling her my every secret, even about Dar!

"My brother has won himself an excellent bride! You Luz are a very good match for him. I enjoy hearing you talk, but now it is your turn to listen."

I was sufficiently cowed.

"Your first year will be difficult. It will also have times of great pleasure. Let's begin with some basic grooming details. A barbarian wife always keeps her womanhood shaved. Ruk will be more than happy to perform that daily ritual for you. The goddess, the incarnation of which officiated at your wedding, is the ONLY bride of the plains permitted to keep her pelt. She is prideful and vain and wants to be unique so she makes this demand of her worshippers. That is also why she forbids us from wearing any undergarments at all. She has to be able to see that we are always in obedience to her.The god Loy protects you from her wrath with your husband's totem. Your pelt is your husband's sign that he is yours and his totem is his sign that you are his. I don't want to force our beliefs upon you, Luz, but it is just easier for all if you abide by them."

"Well, Lara, I don't think the great arbitrator was very happy with me, No matter how I tried I simply could not pray and sing with the same intensity of the other girls." I replied.

"That was your barbarian blood rising. The goddess knew that you would return to the plains. Even if you were not aware of it, you heard her call all your life."

I would ponder those words many times in the weeks to come.

"I am glad that you told me about your boy back in the city, that will make the sharing moons easier." stated Lara next.

"Sharing moons?" I asked.

"Every sixth moon is a sharing moon. A beautiful bride such as yourself will attract much attention. Many barbarians will be desirous of having you for a night in their own tent, in their own sleeping furs. Your husband will select one of these men and you will lie with him." 

"But..." I sputtered.

"It is the way of our people. Besides," she said with an enigmatic smile, "a smart wife knows how to steer her husband's will into selecting the man SHE prefers." 

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Certainly, why should she not have the most handsome man? Why should she not have the arms and legs and posterior of the man she has admired from afar? Barbarian women are the equals of their men. We should get what we desire in the sleeping furs as well, is that not fair?"

I realized a world I had never imagined had just opened up to me! There was much wisdom in Lara's words. She told me other things of less import but necessary to know. As I had my second cup of tea she placed a large wafer in front of me.

"Here is a bride of the plains greatest secret. One you must NEVER reveal, not even to Ruk. If you DO reveal our secret, I personally will run you through with my sword." she said to me with total conviction.

I stared at the thin baked good and then at Lara inquiringly.

"Taken daily, it prevents you from becoming pregnant. This way you only have children when you are ready."

"But.." I began.

"Are you really ready for a child, Luz? How well do you know my brother? Perhaps you would prefer the man of a sharing moon to father your child? This makes us the equal of our men in ways not even a sword or horse can. After a year or so, when you are settled..."




Barbarian Bait



I reached for the wafer and began to devour it. It was a bit bitter but not entirely unpalatable. Lara gifted me with a small satchel with a two week supply. 

"Since I am your sister, you can visit me often to keep your supply fresh. Remember my threat, however! It is NOT an idle one.

After breakfast, Lara took me on a tour of the camp. I learned where to fetch water and the location of the latrines and the mess tent. Barbarians eat their dinners at a community. For our first month, I and all of the other new brides would be wine stewards for the meal, filling goblets and circling about the gathering.

"Be pleasant and solicitous, smile always." the main cook told me. "A good impression with the right powerful warrior aids both you and your husband. If the right man desires to share you, he will gift your husband with rank advancement or better duty, often large amounts of coins find their way into your husband's purse which can then become yours." 

It occurred to me that, just like at home I was still a pretty thing whose value to her family was what I would bring on the market. Lara's words, however, made me realize that, even so, I now had far more freedom than I ever would have in an arranged marriage at home. I knew I really liked Ruk, I could see myself falling in love with him one day. Many of the barbarian men were very handsome. Even the older ones were not as flabby and shapeless as the rich men of the city tended to become, hard riding and constant exercise kept them trim and handsome far longer.

As a kept woman in the city, my only option would have been a clandestine affair, which, if exposed would have ruined me and brought shame to my mother and father. The plains way was so much better. 

My visit with Lara was wonderful. I had always wanted a sister. Towards the end of our time together,she took me to the central tent where the children were watched and raised. (The barbarians really believed in the power of community.) There she introduced me to her daughter, my niece, Jula, she was about four years old and very polite and well mannered.

"Are you planning on having any more?" I asked my sister.

"Tac (her husband) wants at least two sons. I am inclined to honor his request. We barbarian women know how to produce sons or daughters as we wish. Tac shall be the father of only one of those sons, I have definite plans as to who shall sire my other son."

As Lara said the last sentence, she got such a delightfully devilish leer on her face, that I broke out in laughter.

"You were born to the plains, Luz." said Lara very matter of factually 

Lara and I bathed in a creek together. Naked my new sister was spectacular, I felt like a glowworm encountering a torch! By sunset, Lara had me back at Ruk's tent ready for his return with a large basin of water and soap. 

"Make it clear to him, that he can only embrace you after you have washed the stink of the day off of him. I swear if these barbarians did not take wives, some of them would NEVER bathe!" stated Lara contemptuously.

Ruk stepped through the door of the tent, covered in grime, and stinking of horses and beasts.

"Husband," I said. "Not so much as a kiss, until after you are washed. Off with those clothes!"

Ruk frowned and said, "You sound just like Lara." before he began to remove his clothes.

It was a lot of fun giving Ruk a bath. It was like washing down one of my horses, only better.I enjoyed the feel of his huge muscles under the soapy water. I enjoyed watching the water drive the grime from his skin, I loved the way the soap made him smell so fresh and desirable. As soon as he was clean I was out of my clothes savoring the taste of his freshly washed penis.

I suckled him for a while before Ruk had me get on all fours and he mounted me like a stallion does a mare. His warmth felt so good against my back and I admired the view of his strong arm about my waist. Once his manhood had emptied itself inside me, Ruk had me retain an all fours posture while he gently inserted several fingers into my asshole. At first I was startled, but it soon began to feel very good indeed.

"Sweet little Luz," he said, "One day soon, my manhood will take the place of my fingers, We will work up to that, however, I am a patient man and I have learned from older, wiser barbarians the folly of asking too much too soon of a new bride."

I imagined Ruk's maleness in that part of me. It was a little frightening but also intriguing. If it felt as good as his fingers. Or maybe it would feel even better! With complete honesty I told him, "I trust that will be gentle Ruk, otherwise the idea would terrify me."

"I will have so much fun teaching you the ways of the plains, city girl." he said lustily

"I'm not a city girl anymore." I replied before turning and falling into his arms. His kisses just kept getting better and better.

"That was the best yet!" I gushed as he helped me back into my clothing after.

Dinner went far better than I expected. I recognized one or two of the new brides as we lined up and were inspected by the older women. When they were finished, our skirts were all uniform length and our blouses all exposed the same amount of skin. The head cook spoke to us as we stood in a line,

"If a warrior asks the name of your husband, give it. If he asks your name. give it. Everything else is privileged information. He must learn about you on his own, preferably from your husband. If you take a fancy to one of these men, note his name or totem, they may be of use to you. Perhaps you can bring him up in conversation with your husband, LATER." 

The barbarians were far more subdued than at the wedding bacchanalia at the sod house. Wives sat at one table, husbands the other. We new brides, and the other wives designated for waiting duty ate in shifts at a separate table. I really enjoyed the food. Serving the men was really fun. The only thing I had to be careful of was not spilling any wine as I filled the goblets. The men took discreet but obvious looks at my body. I was asked for my name and the name of my husband many times. The women asked my name but also praised my looks and offered me free advice as I circled their table. The nicest thing I heard all night was from one of the much older women, "You're the prettiest bride here, Dearie." 

I was the best kind of tired when my night ended. I knew from the way they looked at me, that many men found me desirable. The realization that I was pretty, above and apart from my own opinion, filled me with confidence. Many handsome warriors captured my gaze and I returned their smiles. It was a feeling not unlike that produced by the heady wine I poured. I realized that even if I was offered a chance to return to my old life in the city, I would not take it. 

I had to help clean up when the meal was over. I can't say that I enjoyed washing dishes or mopping tables but the fact that I had help eased the burden. It was very late when the new brides and serving wives were dismissed. The following day was the barbarian's day of rest, so we could sleep in. "If our new husbands let us sleep!" said one of the other new brides, a girl whom I had known slightly in the city. I thought she looked marvelous in her short skirt and tight top. I admired her breasts and wished that mine were as large as hers or Lara's. "Ruk doesn't seem to mind," I reminded myself, "neither did any of those other men." I saw myself in a new light after that.

Ruk was waiting with the other grooms to escort me home. I knew it would be quite some time before I could find our tent amongst its thousand twins on my own. 

"The praises, I heard about you Luz!" said my husband enthusiastically. "My captain thinks I am the most fortunate warrior alive!"

"Which was your captain?" I asked.

Ruk described a man who had paid particular attention to me. He was EXTREMELY handsome and when our eyes met I felt an instant, deep attraction, like with Dar at the pond. 

"That's very interesting, husband. Why don't you tell me about him?"

I knew what Ruk would expect once we returned to the tent. Even though I was very tired, I still had a desire. We teased off each other's clothes.The kissing was the very best yet. I felt a dampness in my loins and my heart beat faster. Ruk worked his tongue over my salty intimacy and made me feel very good indeed. While he worked, I recalled the captain's masculine mouth and lovely teeth. After Ruk sent me to that very happy place, I was atop him suckling his manhood and trying very hard to stop thinking about Ruk's captain. Even so, I knew that my first sharing moon would be quite memorable. I was so focused on that thought that I applied myself to the task of oral love as I never had before. Ruk moaned and his seed filled my mouth, reminding me of the wafer I had eaten earlier in the day at Lara's. His seed went down nearly as well.

"By the goddess, Luz! You are a wonderful wife. I can deny you nothing."

In the soft light of the lamps I smiled at Ruk and gently stroked his hair and softly repeated his name, all the while, my mind wondered what that ever so handsome captain looked like under all of his clothes!