3 comments/ 14408 views/ 18 favorites Maidens of Castle Grabadash! By: LPickardStoker 1 The ocean waves glistened beneath the evening sun, as a Mariposan motorgalleon ploughed onward into the horizon. On the ship's deck, a young woman was bent forwards, with both her hands clasped on to the moss-green bow rail. She was completely naked, but for a silver charm bracelet on each of her wrists. Her face, which was half-covered by her long sun-blanched hair, was screwed tight in an anguished expression, and low whining sounds were floating out from between her soft sullen lips. "Oh yes! Oh baby, yes!" Her long frame jerked backwards and forwards, causing her enormous bare breasts to jerk in wild arcs from her collar to her stomach. Wrapped around her narrow waist was the thick, sinewy arm of her lover, Grabadash The Sturdy, whose tremendous fat cock was at that moment rocketing in and out of her wet womanhood. "Ooh, fuck me!" she screamed. Grabadash, whose colossal frame almost entirely sheltered the young woman from the sun, stooped his head so that he could mutter words into her ear. "No matter how many times I pound that little pussy of yours..." he gritted his teeth, "oh my god, you're still so damn tight." His voice was a deep, resonant war-torn bark, which made even the most extravagant words sound unholy and animalistic. Hearing him speak made the woman's breath flutter and shiver with desire, no matter how many times she heard it. Just then, Grabadash placed his gigantic palms on the rear of her thighs, and hauled her body up off the deck. In turn, she ran her hands across his hard biceps, in an attempt to keep herself from falling forwards. He titled his body backwards, and squatted slightly. Those bulging veins that snaked along his wrists began to throb, as his arms bore her weight. Cradled in his mighty frame, her body swung up and down like a ragdoll, as he fucked her from behind. The woman felt his tough hide grind against her soft supple flesh. She loved the feeling of being entwined in his arms. She craned back her neck and rode that feeling of wild abandon, drunk on the raw hot power of his ruthless manhood. "Oh, it feels so good," she whinnied. She thought it a testament to the abnormal size and strength of Grabadash's cock that he was able to fuck her so well in this impossible position. It seemed as though almost all of her bodyweight was resting on the walloping member that was impaled within her. "Oh Fluttercup," Grabadash growled, "you always were my own little private fuck machine." "Oh baby," she whimpered again, "you're a beast." In response, he let out an ear splitting lion-like roar, which at first made her flinch. Then she chuckled happily. "I... loveyou... so... much," she managed to say between thrusts. Fluttercup squealed and panted into the evening sea air. Her breaths became quicker and shallower, and then her feet began to kick wildly left and right, as she screamed and screamed and came again. Still he kept ploughing and ploughing into her, as she sat sedately on his soaring cock. He lifted her up, off his long shaft, and then set her tired, defeated body down onto the deck, where she knelt feebly at his feet. It looked to Fluttercup as though every inch of Grabadash's huge strapping body was pulsating with apprehension. His teeth were gritted, and his head rocked up-and-down with every breath. His rippling torso, like heaps of jagged power, looked like it was ready to detonate. "So sweetie, are you ready for some cum?" he seethed. She grinned at him weakly, and nodded her head. Grabadash took his cock steadfastly in his right hand, and began to tug and stroke firmly at his thick monstrous meat. He ran his thick clunky fist all the way down and up his shaft, aided by Fluttercup's warm juices. She lifted her soft thin face, so that it was aligned with the angle of her lover's gargantuan phallus. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, looking on him mischievously from under her long dark lashes. Fluttercup jutted out her enormous breasts, so that they would catch as much of his seed as possible. Grabadash's demeanor grew increasingly heated, as he grinded his teeth behind his long pale moustache. He appeared to be angrily muttering something under his breath. She lowered her jaw, and let her pink tongue touch the tip of his dick. She flicked the tip of her tongue up and down in rapid fire. He exploded then. His thick white cum crossed Fluttercup's face in line after vertical line, gathering in gloopy pools around her nose, and sticking to her messy dark-blonde locks. He kept pumping, letting out a deep guttural roar that rattled on for several seconds. She was covered in hot velvety lashings of his semen now. It poured and splattered into her mouth and down her bounteous chest. She giggled, allowing more of his foul cream to shoot down her throat, stealing glances at her lover through her half-closed eyes. When Grabadash was finally spent, he staggered backwards, and collapsed purposefully onto the deck. He lay on his back, propping his head up with his hands so that he could watch his young lover swallow his seed. Fluttercup did so, scooping up that frosting by the palmful, and slurping it down. She took her breasts in her hands, and heaved them up towards her mouth, so she could lick them clean. This seemed to please Grabadash, as a big toothy grin broke out across his roguish furrowed face. "My, my," he said, impressed, "every last drop." His smile appeared broken and crooked these days. The finest genetic engineering in the world couldn't prevent him from breaking the occasional tooth during decades of combat and adventure. Fluttercup smiled at him warmly, and crawled over to where he lay. She rolled over on her back, and lay beside him on the warm hardwood deck. Her long, soft legs were draped lazily across the deck; one bent, one straight. Her body throbbed with all the sweet soreness that followed sex with her ludicrously well-endowed master. "Oh my god, sugar. That was amazing," she said. "It was rather good, wasn't it?" he replied, lying with his hands behind his head, as the two of them drifted alone across the ocean. Fluttercup positioned herself in the pit of his thick, burly right arm. One of her arms was absent-mindedly folded against her enormous breasts, while she pleasurably grazed the other hand across her thigh. Her head was turned contentedly towards his. "My whole body is so relaxed and tingly," she said. "Tingly, huh?" he replied. She ran her fingers up his big buckled stomach muscles, and across the bulbous expanse of his chest. "I love you so much, baby," she said. "Ah baby, you're just wonderful," said Grabadash, with a spark in his heavy-lidded blue eyes, "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life fucking you." "Oooh gee baby, I can't wait either." "Well we won't have to wait much longer. We'll be at the coast by tomorrow morning. Then we should be home by noon." "Oh wow! All the things you've told me about your castle..." her brown eyes glistening hopefully. "I can't believe that tomorrow night we'll be sleeping in it." "Think of it as our castle, sweetie. And sleeping isn't all we'll be doing tomorrow night." Fluttercup laughed, her face opening into an elliptical display of pearly white teeth. "There'll be no more running, no more fighting, no more sleeping out in the wind." He continued, "It'll just be you and I alone in our big castle, fucking like a couple of wild wolpertingers." With that, he snatched hold of Fluttercup, and rolled her naked body on to his, so that they were face-to-face, with her big plentiful breasts pushed against his hard chest muscles, and the soft point of her chin resting against his long, wispy beard. They melted into each other's arms, she on top of him. Their bodies were damp with sweat and semen and sea salt. The sun was setting now, and the skies had turned a kind of dark red. "You promise?" she asked him tenderly, running her hands through his knotty platinum-white hair. "Oh yes," he said, "I promise." 2 As Fluttercup and Grabadash slept through the humid night, the vessel's engines made the incremental adjustments that carried them closer to their destination. When the dawn sunlight roused their two entangled naked bodies, the Albiorean coastline had already come into view. Fluttercup was the first to spot land. She rapped a delicate fist on Grabadash's granite-like chest, and yelled "We're here, baby, we're here." They rose excitedly, and got dressed. Grabadash pulled on a big battered loincloth, which he secured around his waist with a rustic Albiorean utility belt. A machete also sat in a sheath at his waist. The loincloth was not much use at protecting his body from the elements, leaving his lower legs and his hulking upper body completely bare, yet it allowed him full freedom of movement if he and Fluttercup had to move quickly. Or if he had to fight someone. A rusty crown also sat upon his head. Grabadash had taken the crown from the head of a dead Patusani general, and now held it in place with a dark blue bandana. As well as being a memento from his longest and most recent tour of duty, the crown reminded him of some of the old regalia he'd missed in the many years he'd been away fighting. Grabadash felt he was almost a different man now; wilder, more feral. At least that was how he looked. Fluttercup put on a short Tropidorian riding cloak, which was adorned with pale blue jewels, and had an olive and brown diamond pattern that matched the color of her hair, her eyes, and her creamy summer tan. It was the kind of cloak that covered the shoulders of the wearer, but left her arms, her waist and the lower expanses of her gigantic breasts exposed. Fluttercup also put on a tiny matching skirt, and a pair of leather hiking boots that Grabadash had made for her a year ago. He too wore a pair of handcrafted boots, though they were several sizes bigger than Fluttercup's. The two lovers stood by the port rail, Fluttercup's statuesque frame looking absolutely petite next to Grabadash's gargantuan form. Her messy dark-blonde hair cascaded in the wind, like a kind of ceremonial flag. So too did Grabadash's equally long hair and his long thin beard. Both of which were almost white in color, due to his Hypernorscan ancestry. Grabadash embraced Fluttercup with his right arm, and steadied himself by holding on to a mossy shroud rope with his left hand. She leant back against him, and laid her right arm across his. Together the two of them gazed out to sea, and watched the shoreline grow gradually closer, both of them luxuriating in each other's closeness. A gleam of gratitude flashed through Grabadash's memory when he thought about the tribe who had gifted the motorgalleon to he and Fluttercup. After spending more than a decade voyaging over miles of rotten war-torn wasteland, the two of them had finally managed to get hold of transportation up in Mariposa. Still, Grabadash pondered, giving him a ship was the least the Mariposans could do to repay him, considering he had almost single-handedly liberated an entire town from the Patusanis. Now he thought that maybe he should have also asked the tribal elders to officiate a wedding ceremony for he and Fluttercup. Though the tribe's religions were more than a little bit primitive, and they held almost no influence in the Impérium, a Maripson wedding was still better than no wedding at all, and the ceremony might have given them both some kind of domestic structure for their long life of isolation together. They could have entered his homestead as man and wife, rather than as master and concubine. Grabadash tried not to have any room in his life for regret. A warrior could spend his whole regretting things. That counted double for a warrior who'd had such a long and eventful career as his. Taking the controls, Grabadash manually steered them along the coastline. By noon, he'd found the inlet his family once vainly referred to as 'Grabadash Bay'. The tide was in, which meant he could sail the motorgalleon right up to the shoreline, without them needing to trudge over yards of wet sand. Once docked, Grabadash tied the motorgalleon to the jetty. On board the boat, there was a hardwood trunk with a thick wooden handle. It was another gift from the grateful Mariposans. Grabadash and Fluttercup had filled it with the few meagre possessions they had accrued in their long journey: trinkets, food, a few clothes, weapons. Grabadash threw the rope handle over his shoulder, and carried the trunk on his brawny back as if it was a knapsack. Then he and Fluttercup began their hike to the homestead he had vacated so many years ago. In the time that he had been away, the country paths surrounding his castle had become overrun with wild plants and vines. With his free hand, Grabadash took his Palombian machete from his sheath. Moving by memory alone, he hacked his way through the overgrown woodlands, clearing a path to where the castle's entrance should have been, and leaving all manner of fallen vine and sapling in his wake. Fluttercup followed close behind him. After a few minutes, the castle's steel drawbridge and wrought iron fence came into view. She looked up at the ornate castle walls with wide, expectant eyes. "Ooh, it's even more beautiful than you described" she gleamed. Set against dark green banks of stark brushwood, the majestic stone dwelling, with its rustic stonework and its many sandy-gray turrets, immediately filled her with awe. Grabadash put his machete back into its sheath. "First" he said, taking Fluttercup by her dainty hand, "we'll see if we can rustle up something to eat. Then, we'll take a good long shower together." Fluttercup titled back her head, and her butterfly-shaped lips opened up into an excited smile. "Right now," continued Grabadash, "I'll just need to connect with my Servo, so we can get inside." In the thick humid morning, the two of them walked up to the drawbridge door, where a display screen on the castle wall flickered to life. A cartoon face made up of two dotted eyes and a semi-circle mouth appeared on the screen. It began to speak with a delicate, synthetic-sounding male voice. "You are Grabadash The Sturdy, lord of Castle Grabadash?" it inquired. "Yes, Servo. It's me alright. I have returned." "This is unexpected news," said Servo, "Grabadash the Sturdy was believed to have been killed thirteen years ago at the Battle of Greenbluff." "What?" said Grabadash, "I didn't die there. I made it out of Greenbluff alive." "Nobody survived the Battle of Greenbluff, master. The entire city was destroyed." "Listen, you solar-powered jerk," yelled Grabadash, "this is Lady Fluttercup of Greenbluff, my concubine and traveling companion. She and I survived the Battle of Greenbluff. Neither of us is dead, you understand? Now let down the drawbridge." "Yes, master," said Servo, "but first I must warn you; when The Impérium believed you to be dead, they took temporary posession of Castle Grabadash." "Why?" yelled Grabadash, "What for?" "The Impérium used the castle as a boarding school for evacuated children." "A boarding school?" said Grabadash, exasperated, "surely it's not still being used as a boarding school, is it?" The cartoon face looked at them blankly. It looked to Grabadash as though the screen had completely frozen. After a couple of moments, the drawbridge began to lower. "Please enter the grounds of Castle Grabadash," said Servo. Grabadash and Fluttercup crossed the moat, with Fluttercup clinging tight to Grabadash's thick gristly arm. "What's going to happen, baby?" she asked. "Don't worry," he said, "we will figure this out." The drawbridge closed behind them. Fluttercup looked up at the gray stone spires of her lover's castle, and felt a twinge of unease run through her body. She'd seen some strange and scary sights during her years traveling with Grabadash, but she hoped that they were finally at an end now that he had finally bought her back to his homestead. At the door, another display screen showed the same cartoon face. "Servo, what's going on?" demanded Grabadash. "Don't tell me I'll have to kick an entire school faculty out of my home." "No, master," said Servo. "Not an entire faculty. Mrs. Flootsnoot, the schoolmistress, has been missing, presumed dead, for the past nine years." "Okay. Then tell me, who exactly is squatting in my castle right now?" "The two pupils are still here," said Servo. "They were sent here from the mainland to escape the fighting during the Silver Crusade. I'm afraid nobody has returned to collect them yet." The cartoon face disappeared, and was replaced by two monochrome photographs of two young women. The images were too grainy for Grabadash or Fluttercup to properly make out. Underneath the left image, it said 'Name: Tigerlilly Eden, Age: Eighteen, Nationality: Albiorean'. Beneath the right image, it said 'Name: Madame Belle-Miyu, Age: Eighteen, Nationality: Genovian'. "Well just tell them they have to leave, okay?" said Grabadash. "Because Grabadash of Castle Grabadash has come home!" Servo's cartoon face reappeared, and performed a corny 'thinking' routine. There was a buzzing noise as the front door unlocked. "Please enter Castle Grabadash," said Servo. Fluttercup looked at Grabadash with uncertainty in her cow-brown eyes. "Get behind me, sweetie," Grabadash said to her. Fluttercup complied. They entered the ancient hallway, with its velvet drapes and its many framed portraits of minor royals and long-dead family members. It was just as Grabadash remembered it. And there was no one to be seen. He kept one hand pressed against the handle of his machete, just in case. Suddenly, a young woman with messy red hair was running down the staircase. She appeared to be wearing a tattered child's t-shirt and a pair of skin-tight pale blue pants. The shirt was a collection of red and white horizontal stripes. It was far too small, and only covered the top half of the woman's arms and torso. As she ran down the stairs, her big bountiful breasts wobbled up and down magnificently beneath the cloth. "Is it true what Servo said?" said the girl, excitedly. "You're Grabadash? Grabadash The Sturdy? Shit, we thought you were dead!" She was at the bottom of the stairs now, and held out her hand for Grabadash to shake. He shook it. Her skin felt so soft in his big ragged palms. "It's true," he said, "I'm Grabadash the Sturdy." "I'm Tigerlilly," she said. "I read all about you. You're like my fuckin' hero, man!" "Well thank you, young lady," he said, unsure of what else to say. Fluttercup came out from behind Grabadash's giant frame. "Oh hey, who's this?" asked Tigerlilly. "I'm Lady Fluttercup of Greenbluff" said Fluttercup grandly, "paramour to Grabadash the Sturdy." "Well you're real pretty, lady," said Tigerlilly. She then surprised Fluttercup by throwing her arms around her in a big bear hug. Grabadash found the sight of two giant-breasted women attempting to hug one another slightly comical. But also, he admitted to himself, very arousing. He found himself picturing Tigerlilly's breasts in a variety of situations. How would they look bouncing up and down at the pique of sexual ecstasy? What would they feel like wrapped around his hard cock? Grabadash was now very aware of the fact that both he and Fluttercup still stunk of sex. "I'm sure I'm gonna love living with you both," said Tigerlilly. Grabadash lowered the Mariposan trunk to the floor. "About that..." he said, clearing his throat to say something important. Just then, another young woman came down the staircase. She was also large-breasted, though not to the extent of Fluttercup or Tigerlilly. She had big brown eyes, long dark hair, and faintly olive skin. The girl was wearing a black dress that was, like Tigerlilly's t-shirt, several sizes too small for her, so that its intended waistline was halfway up the girl's stomach, and the hemline barely covered her crotch. "Is him?" the girl asked Tigerlilly, with some kind of accent Grabadash could not place. Maidens of Castle Grabadash! "It's him," she replied. Tigerlilly introduced the girl to Grabadash and Fluttercup as Madame Belle-Miyu. The girl grinned gracefully at them both with her little bow-shaped mouth, and did a slight curtsey. "Enchanté," she said, giving sultry, lingering glances to both the giant old warrior and his beautiful young companion. "Look, you girls need to understand something," said Grabadash, "I am the lord and master of this castle..." "Ooh, does that mean we gotta call you 'my lord'?" said Tigerlilly, interrupting him. "Yes, it does," Fluttercup said, "and you call me 'my lady'." "Oh okay, cool," said Tigerlilly, "so you're like his wife then?" Both Fluttercup and Grabadash answered at the same time. "Yes"-said Fluttercup. "No," said Grabadash. Grabadash realized that all three women were glaring at him. "We intended to get married," he clarified, "but with all the trouble The Impérium has been in lately, we probably won't get the chance for a while now." "That's cool with us, my lord," said Tigerlilly, before turning to Fluttercup as an afterthought, "and my lady." Grabadash was a man who had spent most of his long life making quick life-or-death judgements. He hated the fact that the Impérium had presumed him dead, and had moved complete strangers into his home. On the other hand, these two strangers were two very attractive young women. Was it really so bad that they'd invaded his home while he was gone? Belle-Miyu leant forward, and placed a friendly and delicate hand on Grabadash's vast bare chest. His chest resembled some immense ancient cliff-face, and his leathery flesh was a dull peach color, giving way to worn-away purple patches across his chest and shoulders. The softness of the girl's palm against his rugged old flesh sent cool waves of anticipation through his upper body. Grabadash looked into her big sloping dark eyes. She was an uncommonly beautiful young woman. "Mon homme, I am cooking déjeuner in the kitchen," she said. "Would you and my lady perhaps like to eat with Tigerlilly and I?" She scraped her tongue across her front teeth as she pronounced the other girl's name. Grabadash glanced at her sassy bow-shaped lips, and imagined the things her mouth could do to him. His cock began to harden under his loincloth. "That sounds just delightful, mademoiselle," he replied with a toothy grin. Belle-Miyu smiled at his concession to her home tongue. She turned on her heels, and swayed barefoot towards the kitchen. Grabadash kept his eyes on her long bare legs and the exposed half of her ass as she walked away from him. Truly, the girl had a magnificent rear. Grabadash found himself thinking that any man would be lucky to have a woman with an ass like that. He smiled to himself. Suddenly, the image of that ass impaled on his cock came flashing through his mind. There he was, pounding that soft olive flesh, as Madame Belle-Miyu bounced unrelentingly back-and-forth below him. Flustered, Grabadash tried to block the image out of his mind, and turned his head back to Fluttercup. Tigerlilly had followed Belle-Miyu into the kitchen now, leaving Grabadash and Fluttercup alone in the hallway. "I really thought it would be just the two of us, my dear," Grabadash said to Fluttercup. Fluttercup shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "I don't know, maybe it will be nice to have two kids around the place," she replied. "We could look after them, you know?" "You can't play mother to these girls, Fluttercup. They're only a few years younger than you." "But if The Impérium put the girls in Castle Grabadash, doesn't that mean they're your wards now?" Grabadash sighed. "Yes," he said, "I suppose it rather does." "And since you said I was the lady of Castle Grabadash, that makes them my wards too." "Erm... sure," he said, humoring her. Fluttercup ran her long golden arms around his thick upper body. "I think the four of us are going to get along just fine," she said, resting her head in his beard. Grabadash was thinking about the redhead's breasts again. And the brunette's ass. "You could be right," he said. 3 Twenty minutes later, Grabadash was seated at the head of the table in the grand old dining hall. For a moment, the little details made him forget that he'd ever been away. There were the bare stone walls, the exposed wood beams, and the wooden floor adorned with one vast lilac Achromari rug. Fluttercup and Tigerlilly were sitting at either side of Grabadash, seated on ornate chairs with red crushed velvet seats and hand-carved wooden skulls along the crest rail. Tigerlilly's body was proving to be quite a distraction for Grabadash. He studied her soft slender waist, and thought of those creamy white stomach muscles grinding on top of him. Through Tigerlilly's undersized sweater, he could make out every lovely contour, the outline of her aureole and her thick nipples. It looked like the farbric could burst at any moment under the sheer weight of those gargantuan breasts. The girl was so gleaming, young and beautiful, that he hadn't noticed before how frayed and shabby her clothes were. Grabadash guessed that the two girls had been wearing the same few items of clothing since they first arrived at the castle as children. The tiny black dress that barely covered Madame Belle-Miyu's ass had very probably been her dress since she was a child. "It's supercool that we're you're wards now," said Tigerlilly, munching on the last of her lembas. "Like, I don't remember my real mom or dad too much, but that's cool 'cause now it's like you guys are our folks." Grabadash frowned, unsure of what to say to her. "Well, erm... just don't talk with your mouth full. Okay, pumpkin?" Tigerlilly's soft pink face opened up into a pearly-white grin. "OMG my lord, you're so funny," she said with a flutter of her thick brown lashes. "Belle-Miyu, he just called me 'pumpkin', like he was my daddy or something." The 'déjeuner' was reaching its final course. Madame Belle-Miyu put a slice of honey cake on each of the four plates, giving Grabadash a slice that was nearly as big as the other three slices combined. She then filled his tankard with black ale, ran a hand through his dreadlocks, and kissed him on the cheek. "Pour le grand héros fort," she said softly, before taking her seat again beside Fluttercup. "You fought in the Silver Crusade, right?" asked Tigerlilly, her saucer-brown eyes glinting with wonder. "I did," said Grabadash warily, stabbing at his cake with a fork, "and I saw people die by their thousands." "You're one tough old dude, my lord," Tigerlilly replied, raising an impressed eyebrow. "You think I'd have survived in the Silver Crusade?" A forkful of honey cake disappeared between her puffy pink lips. "No," said Grabadash, "almost certainly not." Tigerlilly, whose mouth was full of cake, gave Grabadash a sad, questioning glance. "It looks like most of the human race was been wiped out in that stupid war," he continued, "Fluttercup only made it out of Greenbluff because she was under my protection." "How long have you two been traveling together?" asked Tigerlilly. "We've been moving from place to place, trying to get back here, for thirteen years," said Fluttercup. "We slept in a bivouac for a few years. We squatted in a couple of barns, three different farmhouses, lord-knows-how-many abandoned buildings, and two caves." Fluttercup rested her chin in her hands, and looked at Grabadash dreamily. "For a while, all we had for cover were our clothes. Grabadash would take off his big old loincloth at night, and we'd huddle underneath it like a blanket. Naked as a couple of horuses. He taught me so much. In fact, I'm kind of a tough warrior these days. I killed four Patusani footsoldiers, didn't I baby?" "She sure did," said Grabadash. "Ah, but you seem too sweet and gentle to kill someone," said Belle-Miyu, looking at Fluttercup. Fluttercup peeked at Belle-Miyu from behind a matted ringlet of dirty blonde hair. Her chubby pink lips puckered into a smile. "She's a real bad girl when she gets going," Grabadash laughed. By now, he had gobbled up nearly all of his honey cake. "I'm sure there's a lot you can teach me, my lord," said Tigerlilly, grinning at him, and giving him a long, mischievous glance. The old warrior leant back haughtily, stretching out his big bare torso in Tigerlilly's direction. She couldn't help but study its gnarled surface. His pectoral muscles, like two flat and expansive desert rocks, sagged slightly in all their bulbous timeworn glory, yet his stomach was a writhing mass of muscle on muscle. His great hulking upper body got gradually narrower around his waist, so that his torso resembled a huge downward-pointing arrowhead. Tigerlilly glanced back at Grabadash's face, and found that he was looking right at her. She took a sharp intake of breath, alarmed that he had seen her looking at him so intently. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. She thought about looking away, but felt as though she couldn't. Then Grabadash grinned, breaking a little tension. "How about I take you out sometime and teach you a little of what I taught Fluttercup?" he said. Tigerlilly smiled. "Mmm, I can't wait," she growled, looking at him from behind a thick drooping lock of her red hair. "May I just say," said Fluttercup, changing the subject "that you girls have the most amazing genetics." "Ah, thank you," said Madame Belle-Miyu. "What's your type? Connubial?" Fluttercup asked. "Uh... what is this?" Belle-Miyu replied. "What type are you? You know about genetic types, right?" Belle-Miyu shook her head. "Oh... okay," Fluttercup said, surprised. "Well, before you were born, your mom and dad probably bought a genetic type for you. Either that or The Impérium decided on one. Grabadash, he's a modified Martial type. That's why he's so big and tall and strong," said Fluttercup with a swoon. "I'm a Connubial type, which I why I got such big titties with a narrow waist and wide hips. I'm guessing you girls are Connubial types too" she said, looking at Belle-Miyu's chest. "That would be my guess," said Grabadash, reaching forward and squeezing one of Tigerlilly's firm breasts in his giant square palm. "She certainly feels like a Connubial," he said with a smile, running his fat thumb across the cotton. Belle-Miyu's deep-brown doe eyes widened, as she saw what Grabadash was doing to Tigerlilly. "Oh my," she gasped, half-covering her mouth with her dainty fingers, "Comportement effronté!" "Baby, what are you doing?" said Fluttercup, with a roll of her amber-brown eyes. "You can't get snuggly with her if she's our ward." "Relax, honey," Grabadash replied, "there's no sin in getting a good firm feel of a young girl's titties." "Oooh, my lord," Tigerlilly said, grinning in astonishment, "you're such a naughty old pooka." Grabadash smiled, and kept on needing and massaging Tigerlilly's huge tit through the fabric of her t-shirt. His leather loincloth began to rise with the force of his growing erection. "Did you hear that?" he asked, turning to Fluttercup, "Our girl here called me a pooka." Fluttercup titled her head at Grabadash, and beamed at him drolly. "Well you are a bit like a pooka, baby," she said, winding an index finger through his straggly white beard. Then, she caught a glance at the rising bulge in his crotch. For a moment, it looked as though she was angry with him. But then her face opened up into a smile. "Though with that big beautiful cock of yours," she said, "you've always been more like a big ol' centaur to me." Madame Belle-Miyu looked shocked. She had now placed her palm just below her collarbone, and was patting her olive chest, as though Fluttercup's words were causing her physical harm. "Oh my," she said again, "mon Dieu!" Suddenly both of Grabadash's hands were lifting up the flaps on Fluttercup's riding cloak, baring her absurd breasts to the other two diners. He forced his leathery old face between those great sandy-white orbs, and waggled his head from side-to-side, making a tremendous growling and slurping noise, like some kind of wild boar. Fluttercup opened her mouth gleefully. "Oh gee baby," she chuckled, "I can't wait any more. Take me! Take me now!" Within seconds, Grabadash had scooped up Fluttercup in his thick hoary arms, and was cradling her statuesque body against his vast bare chest. Instinctively, she threw her arms around his neck. Grabadash rose to his feet, and, with a triumphant nod, he said "Thank you for the grub, Madame Belle-Miyu, but your lord and lady have got some rather serious business to get down do." Fluttercup giggled, and the two of them left the dining hall without looking back at Belle-Miyu or Tigerlilly. 5 In a Golithian-style wet room, Grabadash held the brass showerhead in his right fist, pouring jets of warm water over Fluttercup's face and body. Naked, they stood face-to-face, with his rock hard cock jabbing against her abdomen. He rubbed at her fat breasts with his left palm, massaging waves of revitalizing water into her young flesh. She reached up to rest her hands upon his immense angry chest. Then Grabadash held her face firmly between his thumb and forefinger, pushed her head backwards, and sent more water gushing into her hair and face and mouth. Her tangled hair darkened and flatted under the volume of water that came down upon her. She gasped and yelped and spat, as the shower continued to run. He ran his spare hand all the way up from her pussy, over her supple stomach, across her great breasts, and over her face. Then he ran it back down in the same direction. When he reached her pussy, he gave it a playful slap. Fluttercup yelped, and tried to wipe some excess water away from her face. She turned away from him in order to open her eyes and gain some composure, but Grabadash just poured a new torrent into her open mouth. He held tight to her face, with a thumb in her left cheek and a forefinger in the right. "Good?" he asked. Fluttercup barely had time to nod or to open her eyes. "Come here," Grabadash barked, putting a hand on the back of her head, and pushing her to her knees. Within seconds, his thick meandering cock was in her mouth, and she was noshing and spluttering on it with all her might. After a while, she pulled that long winding dick from between her lips and she gasped wildly, spitting out yet more shower water. She looked up at her lover, his tough rippling stomach and his splendid rolling pectoral muscles. She grinned at him. "You're so fucking hot," she murmured, "I want you to fuck me." He narrowed his eyes and nodded in approval. Then, in one effortless motion, he picked up Fluttercup, and threw her naked body over his shoulder, so that her legs were draped down his chest while her head and torso dangled along his back. In the elaborate master bedroom, where they had discarded their few clothes, Grabadash now threw his lover onto the enormous four-poster bed. Fluttercup landed with an excited yelp. Her breasts heaved with every eager breath, as she grinned at Grabadash with a devilish glint in her eye. "Ooo gee, baby, it's sure good to be home." "I need titties," roared Grabadash. "I must have your titties right now!" He was up against her then, before she could protest, slamming and grinding his absurd length between her titanic boobs. Fluttercup laughed dirtily, pleased with how much her body pleased her man. She threw her head back gleefully, and felt his powerful member grate back and forth against her chest. She cradled them in her arms, trying to make it easier for him. "Wow-ee, you're really into my titties tonight, huh?" she said, slightly puzzled. "Oh my God," he grunted, "you feel so good." On and on he ground at her, until her breasts started to feel sore. "Hey slow down, sugar," she protested, "save some of what you got for putting somewhere else." Fluttercup got on all fours, and crawled away from him slightly. She lifted her ass in the air, and waggled it from side-to-side. Her wet body glistened in the late afternoon sun. Grabadash stood by the bed, and slapped his colossal cock against her ass with a thwuck-thwuck-thwuck. Both their bodies tingled with anticipation. "Oh God, oh God, put it in me" she said, "I can't wait any longer." "As you wish" he said, spreading her meaty ass cheeks, and sliding his way in. "Oh-my-ASS-HOLE!" she screamd, in obvious surprise at where he'd chosen to penetrate her. "Yes," Grabadash groaned "such a sweet ass." He was going slowly at first, with only a couple of inches inside her. Then, with each stroke, he rode faster, deeper, until he was slamming as much as he could in there. "Uh. Oh that hurts." "Take it slut!" he bellowed, "You know you like it!" "I do," she said, moving her ass in time with his thrusts. Fluttercup enjoyed the feel of all his power inside her; her lover, her guardian, her savior. She looked over her shoulder at him, with a wounded look in her eyes. She spoke in hushed, earnest tones. "I need you so bad, I need you so bad, I need you so bad." She repeated it like a mantra. Grabadash kept on ploughing into the hot tightness of her butthole. "Oh, your ass is getting REAMED!" he howled. His white dreads opened out like a lion's mane as he rode and rode into her. "I need you so bad," Fluttercup said again, "I need you so bad" 6 Directly below the master bedroom, Tigerlilly was leant against the counter top, with one leg bent and one leg straight; her long supple thighs enclosed in tight pale-blue cotton. The grunts, groans and moans from above echoed through the castle. Madame Belle-Miyu wandered back into the dining hall. Her teeth were gritted behind her pretty diamond lips, and there was deep exasperation in her eyes. "Oh mon dieu!" she said, "for how long must they faire l'amour?" "That means sex, right?" asked Tigerlilly. "I thought he was a great hero," said Madame Belle-Miyu disappointedly, "I would never have cooked him déjeuner, or kissed him on the cheek, if I knew he was a dégénéré." "Relax, Belle-Miyu," said Tigerlilly, "They're just having sex." Tigerlilly closed her eyes and parted her legs. She craned her jaw towards the rafters above, as though she was straining to listen to far-off music. "They're both healthy and hot, and full of pluck. Wouldn't you want to have sex all the time if you were them?" Belle-Miyu tilted her face to the side, and settled her dark, roving eyes on Tigerlilly. "Oh, so you think the old man Grabadash is hot?" Tigerlilly opened her eyes and looked straight at Madame Belle-Miyu. "Well sure he is," she said. "You've seen how lean and brawny he is. He's built like a giant. I mean, jeez, if you sat on my shoulders, the two of us together would still be shorter than him." Belle-Miyu gave Tigerlilly a sidelong frown. "Don't you think Fluttercup is also hot?" she said with a pout. Tigerlilly rolled her eyes at Madame Belle-Miyu, "Well yeah, I said so, didn't I?" Her ruby red lips arched into a mischievous smile. "Besides," she said, "I saw the way you looked at him earlier, the way you flirted with him over dinner. There's a little dégénéré hiding inside you somewhere, Madame Belle-Miyu". "But... but he grabbed your mamelon," Belle-Miyu protested. "Oh, he was just fooling around," she retorted. "He's an old rascal, he's not a degenerate." Madame Belle-Miyu perched on the counter top a short distance from Tigerlilly, positioning her long bare legs so that her tiny black dress hitched up ever further. She playfully tossed her thick dark hair over her left shoulder, and stroked her neck coyly. Tigerlilly was near enough to reach out and touch. Slowly and tentatively, Belle-Miyu turned her right arm in Tigerlilly's direction. "Hey, you think our betrotheds will ever come for us?" Tigerlilly asked suddenly. Maidens of Castle Grabadash! "I do not know," Belle-Miyu replied sullenly, disappointment twisting across her olive features. "They're probably dead, right?" said Tigerlilly wearily. "Like Mrs. Flootsnoot is probably dead. And my parents and your parents are probably dead. I mean, you heard what Grabadash said. The Silver Crusade wiped out most of the planet. That's why we don't have husbands. They were probably boiled alive on a battlefield somewhere." Madame Belle-Miyu nodded. Under the vivid electric light from the electric chandelier, Tigerlilly's thick flowing mane looked flame-red, almost bright orange. Madame Belle-Miyu's eyes roamed down towards Tigerlilly's soft, trim stomach muscles. Her half-bare back was arched into a long semi-circle, so that her great bounteous breasts pointed upwards. Belle-Miyu had to pause to catch her breath. "It's a shame," said Tigerlilly, "I guess you and me are doomed to be virgins forever." Belle-Miyu gasped in alarm. "Oh Tigerlilly, you must keep hold of your virginité. Once a man has it, what else do you have left?" Before Tigerlilly could reply, Fluttercup's muffled squeals could be heard from the room above. "Oh my God, give it to me baby," she screamed. Tigerlilly looked at Belle-Miyu and sniggered. But Belle-Miyu wasn't laughing. She was standing in front of Tigerlilly now, her dark eyes open wide, her lips open in panic. "Promise me, Tigerlilly, that you will not faire l'amour with Grabadash." Tigerlilly was shocked. "OMG, I'm not planning on doing it with Grabadash The Sturdy!" she said, flashing her front teeth in amusement. "That would be icky and naughty. We're his wards, remember? Plus, he's like two-hundred years old or something." "O, dieu merci!" yelled Madame Belle-Miyu, throwing her coffee-brown arms around Tigerlilly. "I don't know what I would do if you... if you left me." Confused, Tigerlilly shifted stiffly in Belle-Miyu's embrace. "Left you?" she stammered, "I..." Still hugging tight to Tigerlilly, Madame Belle-Miyu forced her long continental nose into Tigerlilly's red locks, and took a deep breath, savoring the smell of her hair. "Ugh Belle-Miyu, no," said Tigerlilly, "get off me!" She grabbed and pushed at Belle-Miyu's bare shoulders, and sent her flying backwards onto the kitchen table. Tigerlilly angrily rearranged her tiny t-shirt. "God, you are such a dyke!" she spat at Belle-Miyu. Madame Belle-Miyu lay on her back. Her fall to the table had pushed her thick round breasts up around her face, while her long limbs spilled out in all directions from under little dress. There was a pitiful expression of hurt and longing on her face. "Why?" she said, "Why do you resist me when I come to please you?" There was a new sternness in Tigerlilly's wide pretty face. Her pursed lips and tightened cheeks communicated a kind of anger or disappointment in Belle-Miyu. "You want us to make out again?" she asked. "Is that what you want?" Belle-Miyu's breasts heaved with every excited breath. "Oh oui, oh oui," she begged, "Baise-moi." From the room above, there now came another cry. This time, it was Grabadash's baritone yelling "Take it all, you little cum-slut!" Tigerlilly looked up at the ceiling, and then looked back at the dark-haired girl on the table in front of her. Belle-Miyu's pretty porcelain face and big breasts formed a kind of trinity of warm inviting loveliness. "Darn it," Tigerlilly said, "I'm gonna baise you, alright. I'm gonna baise you into next week". She unbuttoned her pants, and let them fall around her knees. Then she slipped off her panties, and climbed, knees-first, onto the table. Madame Belle-Miyu licked her lips. "Oh Tigerlilly, give to me your vagin." "Shut up," said Tigerlilly, grabbing Madame Belle-Miyu by the back of her head and forcing her face into her bare snatch. Overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events, Belle-Miyu flicked her tongue riotously into the hotness and wetness of Tigerlilly's vulva. Her head was still being forced down into Tigerlilly's warm womanhood. And so Belle-Miyu simply kept on licking and kissing, and doing what she could to please Tigerlilly. She hoped she was doing it right. "Arghh," Tigerlilly yelped. The release seemed like too much to bear. She panted and grunted and moaned, and her face broke into a delighted grin. "Yeah, take me!" she said, grinding her hips into her friends face, "Take me now!" 7 In the master bedroom, Fluttercup lay on her front, her body spent. She made a quick, awkward scramble on to her hands and knees, but fell back onto her chest with a loud grunt. She made a second attempt to lift herself up, this time in a kneeling position. She crawled to the head of the bed. She was recoiling from Grabadash now, as though her pummelled body had forgotten that he was her lifelong protector. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted in loud, shallow breaths. She never took her eyes off her great, throbbing lover, whose body pulsated and glistened like some demonic dangerous thing. He grinned and asked her, "Are you ready for some more, sweetie?" Fluttercup half-turned away from him, and folded her arms high up across her chest, in a defensive 'cross my heart' motion that came naturally to such a big-breasted woman. She was hugging the busty vastness of her otherwise slender frame, and blocking his view of her nipples. 'I'm being crazy' she thought to herself, 'why am I cowering from Grabadash?' She took a deeper breath, and gathered her thoughts, 'but then again, why is he being so rough with me?' At the foot of the bed, Grabadash's preposterous cock stood at full attention, pulsating furiously at an upward angle. Raw masculine power seemed to emanate from him, from his thick trunk-like neck down to his beefy thundering thighs. And Fluttercup adored it. She crawled back over to him, bounding clumsily along the bed sheets on her hands and knees, those enormous breasts bouncing from side-to-side as she went. Still panting loudly, her face still contorted with exhaustion, she bared her teeth in wild craven need for her lover's body. Fluttercup grabbed Grabadash's cock and stuffed it into her mouth, as though her existence depended on it. She rotated her head around as she sucked up and down, slurping her tongue along the tough landscape of its head and long vein-lined shaft, letting out little moans as she went. She rocked her ass side-to-side excitedly as she sucked, as though she were a lapdog wagging its tail. She pulled the cock from her mouth, kissing it on the head as it left her thick lips. Then she muttered something under her breath. It sounded to Grabadash like she said, "Give me more." Her voice was weak and tired, like the scratchy whispers of a tiny animal. "I want more so bad." "How badly do you want it?" Grabadash growled, teasingly. Fluttercup titled her head to one side. "I want you to fuck me all the way," she said. "Every single way. Please tell me you'll do it." Her eyebrows pointed upwards in a sad begging motion. "Please fuck me," she whispered pitifully. Grabadash lay down next to her, with their heads at opposite ends of the bed. Within seconds, he flipped her body over so that she was lay facedown on top of him. He wrapped his great leathery arms around Fluttercup's legs, and began feasting on her lovely snatch, slurping and burrowing his face as deep as he could go. The jackhammer rhythm of his tongue in her most intimate areas, and the tingling of his beard on her crotch, drove her body wild. Grabadash's body was so big and vast that, in order for Fluttercup to suck his cock while he ate her pussy, he had lean with his chin against his chest to reach her vagina, while she had to stretch out her body and neck just to suck the tip of his cock. She tugged and tugged at that ludicrous dick, feeding as much as she could between her lips. She tried to moan in pleasure, but her sounds were muffled by the fat cock in her mouth. Fluttercup crawled forward, away from Grabadash's mouth and towards his cock. She relished the smell of heat that came from his body. She pushed Grabadash's firm and mighty phallus down flat along his hard-as-stone stomach. She lay facedown on top of it, squeezing the shaft between her fat breasts. She tenderly massaged his balls, and licked happily at his shaft. "Whoaaah, sweetie," roared Grabadash, in approval of Fluttercup's talent in the art of fellatio. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, landing a mighty slap on each of her buttocks, "Fuck, baby". He couldn't crane his neck down far enough to lick her pussy, so instead and pushed two thick digits inside her, rocketing them in and out of her vulva. Grabadash sucked at Fluttercup's toes, and she moaned appreciatively. 8 By now, Tigerlilly was on top of Madame Belle-Miyu, their bare legs entangled with one another's. Belle-Miyu lay on the tabletop, with Tigerlilly placing quick, wet kisses on her gentle lips. Giddily, Belle-Miyu threw her arms around Tigerlilly's waist. Both immense pairs of breasts were pushed hard against each other. Tigerlilly's hands cradled Belle-Miyu's head. She reciprocated by running her hands through Tigerlilly's winding red locks. Their soft lips locked in a tender kiss. They could feel each other's warm breath beating against their faces. Tigerlilly could even taste her own juices on Belle-Miyu's lips. She bit down teasingly on Belle-Miyu's bottom lip. Then she smiled at her by way of explanation. Madame Belle-Miyu put her hands behind her own head. She lay back, basking in Tigerlilly's attention to her body. After all the times she'd clumsily attempted to seduce her, this felt like some kind of waking dream. Tigerlilly ran her hands across Belle-Miyu's torso, before placing them firmly on her breasts. She took hold of the front of Belle-Miyu's dress, so that her fingers were beneath the tight fabric, pressed against her warm flesh. Then, clenching her fists, Tigerlilly gave it an almighty pull. The entire center front of the dress tore open, spilling Belle-Miyu's big lovely breasts into the open. "Oh, my dress!" cried Madame Belle-Miyu, at the loss of one of her few remaining items of clothing, which was now completely torn asunder. Then she looked up at Tigerlilly, who sat over her triumphantly, all big boobs and messy red hair and thick smirking lips. Belle-Miyu knew then that she loved Tigerlilly with all her heart. She smiled, and fluttered her dark lashes. "Oh mon amour, you are so strong," she said. Tigerlilly looked down on Belle-Miyu's beautiful dark features, her defenceless expression, and her soft bare breasts that had finally forced their way out of that tiny dress. "God, that looks so fucking hot," said Tigerlilly sassily. She leant forward, took one of Belle-Miyu's breasts in her hand, and licked at the hot brown aureole. "Oh oui, suck at my mamelons," Belle-Miyu wailed. Tigerlilly slurped and sucked one nipple, even biting it mischievously, while massaging the other with a free hand. The soft supple flesh gave way to her probing mouth, as her face skidded wildly across Belle-Miyu's chest. "Hang on," Tigerlilly said, "let me take this thing off." She sat up again, raised up her arms, and peeled the tiny shirt over her head, playfully discarding it to the floor. Unclothed, Tigerlilly's big pink-white orbs fell mere inches from Belle-Miyu's face. "Oh, so beautiful," Belle-Miyu gasped, with wonder in her eyes. Tigerlilly ran her hand across Belle-Miyu's face. "You are so sweet," she said. She kissed Belle-Miyu once on the mouth, and began a descent along her body, dragging her chin along Belle-Miyu's stomach. "Now that I'm buck naked," purred Tigerlilly, "let's see what else you've got to offer." With another firm tug at Belle-Miyu's dress, Tigerlilly tore the whole thing open. Madame Belle-Miyu was now completely naked. Her best dress was ruined, but she was too happy to protest. Tigerlilly had pulled down Belle-Miyu's black panties now, and was planting kisses on her pussy. Madame Belle-Miyu rested her palms on Tigerlilly's head, and swivelled her hips with exhilaration as Tigerlilly licked and nibbled at her hot little cunt. The elation was overwhelming. Belle-Miyu turned her head to the side, and buried her face in her hand. Her breasts heaved and fell with every breath. As the minutes wore on, her stomach muscles began to pulsate in ecstasy. She moaned and wheezed like a crying child, absent-mindedly kneading at her own tit. Then her body seemed to fold in half, as her legs and torso moved in to meet each other in an involuntary display of delight. Belle-Miyu ran her fingers wildly through Tigerlilly's hair, and a big grin made her face glow like a diamond. "Oh Tigerlilly," she panted, "je t'aime tellement." Pulling her mouth away, Tigerlilly took a long glance over the contours of Belle-Miyu's body. Two pairs of brown eyes locked in a devilish stare. Tigerlilly crawled back onto the table, over her new lover's body, and hovered her face over Belle-Miyu's. "You ain't too bad yourself, Belle-Miyu," she said with a grin. Tigerlilly lay at Belle-Miyu's side, naked body next to naked body. The redhead cradled the brunette's head, and forced her tongue into her mouth. They kissed passionately, their foreheads pressed close together, staring deep into each other's eyes. Then Fluttercup's voice could be heard yowling from the room above, "Oh, I love that big fat cock of yours." Belle-Miyu couldn't help but laugh. But Belle-Miyu noticed that Tigerlilly wasn't laughing. Quickly, and with minimal fuss, Tigerlilly climbed off the table and got dressed. She left the dining hall, and didn't stop to look back at Madame Belle-Miyu. 9 Grabadash lay on his side, holding Fluttercup in his cool, gravely embrace while he fucked her firmly yet gently. She lay against his thick brawny limbs, luxuriating in his power and strength. Grabadash kept on pushing his cock deep inside her. Slow at first, then with a sudden hard-hitting thrust. Then the thrusts got faster and harder, with Fluttercup yapping and bleating with every impact. "Oh-oh-oh yeeeees," she wailed. "Aw yes," said Grabadash in response. Fluttercup welped and wheezed, as she felt waves of sexual bliss take over her. She wailed and grunted, as though her body couldn't take the ecstasy. Then her body went limp, finally exhausted from long heavy lovemaking. Grabadash leant over and kissed her on the mouth. Their kisses were passionate and tender. "I wanna taste you," she whispered to him. "I wanna feel you...all over me." "As you wish," he replied. Grabadash scrambled into a kneeling position, and squatted over her body with a knee on each side. Fluttercup was tugging at his length, pulling and groping with both hands. She had the greatest expertise in jacking him off, and knew each bump and vein on his cock intimately, knowing which touch would drive him wild. "That's a good girl," murmured Grabadash, "that's a good girl." Fluttercup's fulsome brown eyes looked deep into Grabadash's icy blue stare, as she continued massaging every inch of his manhood. Then he came. He came over her stomach and on her breasts. First in powerful jets, then in thick white trickles. He threw his head back and roared into the ceiling, as he felt all the tension suddenly dissolve away from his rugged war-ravaged body. Grabadash collapsed onto the bed. He was really home. After all his time away, it was hard to believe. And yet, things hadn't worked out exactly as he and Fluttercup had imagined. There was Tigerlilly and Madame Belle-Miyu to contend with. For reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, the whole thing made Grabadash feel uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that there might be other surprises in store for he and Fluttercup. Fluttercup scooped up a palmful of cum, and tipped it into her mouth. "Mmm-hmm," she said, licking her lips. She rocked back on forth on her back, holding onto her toes with outstretched arms. "Mmm, I'm gonna love living in our castle," she giggled. Grabadash lay back and propped up his head on his arm, and regarded the naked body of the beautiful young woman lay next to him. The body that was drenched in his muggy seed. "Sweetie," he panted, "you haven't seen a damn thing yet."