4 comments/  31198 views/  6 favorites

The Champion

By: drawandstrike



-The Sisterhood Of Nin Returns

Chapter One: A Passionate Princess

The night rests deeply on the dark land of Candalaria and even the light of the full moon seemed to fight to penetrate the thick cloud cover that settled over the castle keep which sat on the mountain by the sea. 

In the highest tower of the keep, a faint glow can be seen through the portal window, an unearthly, flickering illumination. Inside the room, on a low table an immense crystal ball sat in the center, seemingly suspended in mid-air. Before the table there sat two cloaked and hooded figures, each facing the table and unmoving. 

The surface of the crystal ball flickered, flared, and an image began to take shape. Colors solidified, dimensions were sorted out, and slowly a scene came into focus.

The watchers found themselves gazing at the interior of a well-lit room. A roaring fireplace was augmented by a flickering lamp hung from the ceiling. Rich tapestries hung on the walls, and the finely crafted furniture denoted that it was a place that belonged to someone of more than modest wealth. In the center of the room was a large luxuriously furred divan, the kind upon which kings would sleep. 

And upon that divan, a man and woman fucked in an ever growing frenzy. He was big, almost six and a half feet tall, with awe-inspiring muscles, and upon his body there was no trace of fat. The hair of his head was light brown, and his skin was bronzed from the sun. His hard, tanned and muscular body was in sharp contrast to that of the girl he rode. 

She was pale, with skin of pure alabaster, and her curvaceous form jiggled and quaked deliciously from the impacts of their energetic coupling. Long blonde hair spilled out around her head like a lion’s mane, and her blue eyes flashed up in joy at him as he pounded away into her. 

Her legs cradled his hips and her arms prowled his back, dropping every now and then to grasp his plunging and gyrating buttocks and pull on them, aiding him in stuffing her as deeply as possible with his manhood. 

They were both covered in sweat, and it was clear to the hooded onlookers that their sweaty fucking was nearing its conclusion. 

Suddenly, one of the figures spoke. 

"So," said the one who sat to the left. "We have found him." The voice was soft and feminine, and yet seemed to come from far away.

"Yes", said the other, also in a far away voice. "At last we know his location. And now we know we are too late."

As the man in the crystal ball raised himself up on his muscular arms, the horseshoes of his triceps leaping to bold relief as he began deliberately raising and dropping himself onto the wildly gyrating girl, the first speaker's hood moved a little to the side.

"What do you mean?" the hooded woman said, her voice curious. 

"He's in Brythnia." the other said. "He's made a pact with the King there for use of the Brythunian Navy in the coming war. Our goal was to keep him from finding allies for his cause, and he's just made a key one."

There was a long pause as the hooded watchers fell silent again, and in the crystal the girl began throwing her head back and forth wildly, her hair filling the air and her large jiggly tits quaking and shaking as the man continued to fuck the living daylights out of her. 

"All we've seen is that he's tupping some local tart," the first speaker said at last. "How can you tell he's made any pact?"

"Because you don't know Brythnia, of course." the other one shot back in a condescending tone. "It's an ancient custom, seldom used, so he must have made one hell of an impression on the King there."

The second hooded watcher lifted a hand from the chair's armrest and pointed a hand with many intricate rings on it to the crystal ball.

"Look there, around the girl's throat."

The image in the crystal ball zoomed in, past the beautiful girl's ecstatic face. Around her neck, there was a golden chain, and in the valley between her jiggly, sweat-sheened tits was a golden seagull suspended from the necklace.

"That is the crest of the house of Brythunia." the speaker continued. "Which means the girl is a princess of the realm, since only members of the royal family can wear the crest."

The other watcher cocked her head to the side. "Do you mean to tell me that to seal a pact with the King there he's FUCKING the King's own daughter?"

The other gave a nod of her hooded head. "Yes, that's how the custom went. When a treaty was made between Brythnia and another kingdom, to show the other party just how highly esteemed they were in the King's eyes, he made a point of offering his own daughter to the negotiator. The reasoning behind that is that if the King does not withhold his most precious possession from the other party, he will no doubt honor the bargain just struck."

The other woman let out a snort. "Typical custom of a male dominated society. I wonder if anybody bothered to ask the girl how she felt about climbing into bed with a stranger?"

Her companion gave a short laugh. "She doesn't look too upset by the arrangement at all, does she?"

The girl beneath the man was now lying still, having obviously just finished a thunderous spend. She was gazing up at him in awe, her mouth gasping for breath and her hands pulling weakly at his back as he continued to pound her shapely ass into the divan. 

Three thousand miles away from the room where the two hooded watchers sat, the large man stifled a groan as he pumped away on top of the girl. The pleasure was getting so intense he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. It had been over five days since last he'd spent his seed, so his organ was filled to bursting with hot semen. His cock twitched deeply inside the gasping, sighing girl as he remembered that last spend. 

Yasmina, chief Pleasure Girl of the House of Galdadrad had been sorry to see him go after his three-week diplomatic mission to Gonbor had come to end. Especially since he had spent many a night locked in frenzied passion with her after a long day of negotiating with that kingdom's dull nobles. As a parting present, she'd surprised him in the stables as he saddled his horse to leave, and sucked him off. Her oral skills were considerable, and after ten minutes of being teased and tantalized his throbbing cock had erupted like a rampaging volcano. Ten streams of thick seed had it spurted into the dusky beauty's waiting mouth as she gazed adoring up at him with those almond-shaped, cat-green eyes. 

As he sagged weakly against the wall while she kissed and nuzzled his weakly spasming organ, he'd considered delaying his journey by another day so he could spend another night with Yasmina, and it had been tempting since he knew almost a week of hard, womanless journeying lay before him. But duty came first, and so he's settled for giving the girl a kiss that curled her toes and a promise to see her again if he passed that way. 

The perfectly proportioned temptress beneath him at the moment recaptured his attention by grabbing his head and pulling him down into a passionate kiss and he felt the panting of her sweet breath as he continued pounding in and out of her. The sensations in his organ were increasing in their intensity with every loud, belly-smacking thrust, and he could feel the pent-up seed inside that big member straining for release, but he was loathe to simply let go and end this delightful fucking. 

His long experience had taught him that he orgasmed more intensely when he fought it to the last, holding back and holding back until at last his penis triggered it's own orgasm. The surges of pleasure, the spurting of the seed, the aftermath, all were intensified if he held it back for as long as possible, instead of simply willing himself to orgasm, which he could do quite easily. 

Still kissing the girl, he snaked his hands underneath her and grasped the firm, curvaceous mounds of her shapely buttocks. He broke their kiss and turned his face to the side, and she instinctively did the same. 

Cheek to cheek, he began hunching and gyrating into her, and the girl went wanton.

"Oh...oh YES! Please, just like...OH! Oh, just like THAT! Oh, Gods, you're in so DEEP!"

She loved the new angles and depth of his penetration, and struggled to move with him, to fuck with him as he hunched and pumped into her with all his might. 

The crystal ball flickered momentarily across the continent and over the sea. The hooded watchers still watched as the fucking before them continued. 

Then one spoke again.

"How can we stop him if we can't find out where he is until it's too late? First Atlan, then Ramanda, Indistan, Gonbor and now Brythnia. He's being successful in building his alliance and if we wait too long he'll be too strong."

The other lifted a well-manicured hand and gestured to the crystal ball. 

"You know very well we just got this from Mordread. And that most of our spies in the Coastlands have been driven out or killed. What's past is past. What matters now is how we can turn this to our advantage."

"You mean how can we use it to kill him?"

The other speaker gave a slow nod. "Of course. That's what it's all about. Killing him."

The hooded watcher on the left gave her head a cock to one side again. "But he's supposed to be immortal, isn't he? How do we kill an enemy that has been made eternal by the Goddess Aphrodite herself?"

"All in good time." the other said with a sniff. "You worry too much."

"No," the other woman insisted, "it's that I just don't know much about him. All you older witches are very closed mouth about his past, and at the same time us younger witches are supposed to help fight him."

Suddenly the other hooded watcher reached up with her bejeweled hand and threw back the hood, revealing a woman with long, jet-black hair, a breath-takingly beautiful face and emerald green eyes that were now flashing in anger. 

"Are you...CRITICIZING ME?" she spat.

Now the other hood came back. What was revealed was a very young girl who was as light as her companion was dark. Her hair was a flowing golden mane, much like the one of the girl being fucked in the crystal ball, and her eyes were a brilliant blue. Like the woman in the chair next to her, she was stunningly gorgeous. 

"And are you seriously expecting me and MY younger sisters to join forces with you in this war against The Champion of you don't tell us about our enemy?" the golden beauty shot back. 

The older witch visibly fought for control, her eyelids fluttering, and then a forced smile came to her lips. Cool it, she told herself. You need her. You have to put up with her. At least for now. 

"Of course," the dark one said, "you are right. I apologize."

They lapsed into silence and once again both women turned their gaze to the crystal ball and watched the naked man fuck the equally naked girl. 

The older witch spoke, her voice low. 

"He was born 3,000 years ago, in a tiny fishing village in the country of Macedontia. His parents were a serving girl and a ship builder, who raised him to the age of 11, when Zoarastian raiders sacked the village and killed them. 

Sold into slavery, the boy rowed an oar in a Zoarastian ship until the Corinthian Navy freed him after five years, and when offered his freedom he opted to join the Corinthian Navy. From the age of 16 to 20 he sailed with the Corinthians, until he arrived in Kazakistan, where he left the Navy for a post as an officer in that kingdom's army."

"That would be about the time our Sisterhood first showed itself, and conquered the Coastlands." the blonde beauty mused.

"Yes," the black-haired witch nodded. "We declared ourselves and sought to obtain what was rightfully ours. We had most of the Continent under our control, and Kazakistan was one of the first countries we invaded. We made servants of the populace that would comply and killed the rest. Apparently, HE…" and here she gave a short angry gesture to the sweat-covered man in the crystal ball who was still hunching away energetically, "had taken up with several priestesses from Aphrodite's temple there, and the phallic-worshipping twats had taught him some of the things about the Goddess's arts. Well, we sacked the city where they were living, killed his priestess lovers, and had him scheduled for execution when...when..."

The woman's voice trailed off bitterly. 

The blonde's eyes gleamed. "Still hurts to talk about it, huh?"

The other woman's eyes flashed darkly. "I WAS THERE!" she thundered. "As a young witch on my first crusade. I remember it all, all right. How different things should have been! 3,000 years ago we were set to achieve all our goals, and then...and then...that BITCH ruined everything!"

"You mean Aprhrodite? What did she do? And WHY did she do it?"

The black-haired witch's hands gripped the armrests so tightly her fingers turned white. "She ruined everything. Apparently, she decided to come out against us, and in this...this FUCKER over there, she found the perfect vessel to thwart us. She appeared to him in the night as he waited for death, and she broke his chains and she...she gave him powers."

The blonde witch arched an eyebrow. "Not just immortality, like us?"

The other woman shook her head. "No, not just immortality, my dear. He got a whole lot more. Super strength, for one. Did you know at the Battle of the Flat Plains he picked up a War hammer and killed 2,000 of our troops with it?"

"I thought only the giants could wield the War hammer! It weighs about 50 pounds!" the blonde gasped, looking with an appreciative eye at the image of the man hunching away in the crystal ball.

"He also tipped over the Grond siege engine at the Siege of Nanboria and broke our best chance to gain control of the Southern Regions. Yes, he's strong as 100 men."

"What else can he do?" the blonde wondered.

"He has powerful magic. He can nullify any spells we try against him. He can summon spirits, make indestructible armor and weapons, and most of all, he gives mankind hope."

"I guess that brings me to the most important question." the blonde witch said. "What's the secret to his power? What did Aprhodite do to him?"

"She fucked him," the black witch said simply. 

The blonde girl cocked her head to one side again. "She...fucked him. Ok, got it. And how exactly, did that do anything?"

The older witch rolled her eyes. "Morgania, how many times do I have to tell you to THINK!"

The younger witch looked away angrily as the other woman went on.

"Do you know what it means for an immortal Goddess to descend from the heights of Olympus and spread her legs for a mortal man and take his human penis into her holy womb? Oh yes, right there in that cell she fucked him and at the moment he stiffened atop her and pumped his seed into her she...she changed him forever. She gave him immortality, indestructibility, superhuman strength and reflexes, and not least of all, a mission. To thwart us and destroy us."

The speaking witch gazed ruefully at the fucking man in the crystal ball and sighed. "He's building his power now, even as we watch."

Morgania gave a start. "What? How? Gaia, he's just fucking a girl."

Gaia fixed her sister witch with a stern stare. "Here's where I lecture you about THINKING again. Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love. Zeus left all matters of sex to her. It's her realm and she is Queen of the Sexes. So, when she gave this man these powers, she centered them on his mighty penis. You see, and pay attention here because I know that science bores you - energy is never destroyed, it only changes form. Over the course of life, the human body ages as its cells break down and degrade. The only way to reverse or halt that process is to inject new energy into the body that replaces the cells faster than they break down."

Gaia held up a hand as she continued her lecture.

"Now the sexual act leads to an increase of energy in the body as the tension builds, and the orgasm is the release, or dissipation of all that pent-up energy. In a man the penis contracts and semen is ejected powerfully in a huge burst of energy. Well...Aphrodite set it up so that when The Champion's penis erects, and the tension begins to build, the amount of energy being pent-up is far greater than that of a normal man. And when he spends...instead of the great amount of energy being dissipated as his big cock sprays out it's semen, it is instead HARNESSED and ASSIMILATED into his body. The new energy is then used to keep him young and strong, and to give him the magical powers that make him unstoppable."

When Gaia finished speaking, Morgania was looking incredulously at The Champion in the crystal ball as he continued to fuck the Brythian princess. 

"You mean to tell me...our enemy is getting even MORE powerful by fucking that girl?"

"Unfortunately...yes."

Far away in Brythnia, the Champion was gasping with almost every thrust now, and the sweat that covered both he and the girl made her slippery and delightful. 

She had ceased making coherent sounds long ago, and now excited child-like babbling flowed in a non-stop stream from her mouth. Her hands were pulling weakly at his broad back, and her legs had fallen limply to the side and she was wide open to him as he hunched away. 

As he felt his penis gathering itself for the coming explosion, the groaning man thought back to some of the thousands of women he had fucked over the past 3,000 years. 

Far over this worlds-realm, he had journeyed since the day Aprhodite came to him in the night. He had gone to the far north, where the blonde, pale Norselanders sailed the ice caps with their longboats, and there he had learned shipbuilding, how to wield the Norse Axe, and winter survival skills. And there, the blonde, buxom Norse women had warmed him in the night with their full-bodied hospitality, and many a daughter of the North had her warm, welcoming womb sprayed full of his thick semen. 

From there he had traveled to the East, where the Yellow Races lived, and had learned of their culture. Under the top warriors of the age, he had mastered deadly fighting arts with both hands and weapons. And there too, the golden Daughters of the Sun were delighted with the big white man from across the sea, and even more delighted were they with his big 10" cock, which had sprayed happily away inside many a womb and mouth and anus during the years he sojourned there. For one ten year period, he had dwelt at the Temple of Asharia, seeking, along with the help of the priestesses there, the secret of transmorgification, the art of using enchanted male semen to create magical objects. 

From there he turned South, to the Dark Continent, where few dared go, and it took time for him to win the friendship of the Black Races that dwelled there. When he was accepted as a tribal brother, he danced before their fires and he learned their tradecrafts, especially the bow and the spear. And he fucked their women so marvelously; Kings of that continent sent their finest courtesans and Pleasure Girls to him. Many a night found him pounding the perfectly shaped buttocks of a dusky beauty sent to him as a gift by a king or lord of a country far further south. 

All those women, over all those years, and it never ceased to amaze him how he never tired of it. How great was the gift Aphrodite had given the world in sex! He would see a new beautiful girl and immediately his cock would start elongating down his breeches. 3,000 years had come and gone, and countless pretty girls had come and gone, and oceans of semen had passed through his big cock and still he never tired of it. 

This was a particularly exciting boon. He had noticed the daughter of King Saul the moment he entered the Royal Throne room. Standing off to the side, her eyes demurely cast down as he talked with her father; his eyes took in how her loose fitting sea-blue dress did nothing at all to hide her ample curves. When she looked up at him at the introduction and smiled, his cock immediately gave a twitch, and he could see that she too, felt the attraction. 


The Champion



Imagine his surprise after a long day of negotiating, to finally seal the treaty, shake the king's hand, and have him call his daughter over and put her hand in his and say, with a wink, "Use her well."

And he was using her well, as he gyrated his hips and thrust away, hearing her excited squeals and gasps. 

With all of his considerable will power, he focused on holding back the flood tide of semen that urgently strained for release inside that big fleshy spike that he plunged in and out of the girl. 

He fought to relax his organ, but it was getting harder and harder and he could feel the tension building. 

"Ah...oh girl...it's...it's going to be a...a BIG one!" he groaned.

She cried out in delight and he felt her hands press down on his back.

"I...I will hold you, my lord...through it all!"

Every thrust now brought a groan from him as the tension and the pressure reached unbearable proportions.

"Ahhh...Ahhh...Ahhh!"

He felt the girl bring her legs up and wrap them around his deliberately hunching buttocks.

He started tensing up, felt the contractions about to happen and involuntarily stiffened his back.

"Princess...it's...it's going to...to HAPPEN!"

"Oh, YES! Your seed! Give me your seed, you wonderful man!" she gasped.

"Ahhh...AHHH...AHHH!!"

The Champion felt the indescribable intense initial contraction in his penis that signaled that his orgasm had begun, felt the valves inside that big organ open up, felt the muscles contracting powerfully, felt the heated semen rushing up the long narrow tube way of his penis' urethra...

"AAAGH! Oh, GOD!"

Trapped deeply inside the girl's enveloping womb, his cock gave a mighty jerk and salvoed a huge geyser of thick milky fluid out of itself. 

With gritted teeth and tight shut eyes, he now faced the awesome ordeal. Overwhelming had been the tension; overwhelming now was his release. Surge after surge of intense pleasure shook him and had him quivering atop the girl as deep inside his crotch his big prostate gland contracted again and again and again, each powerful contraction sending a new burst of thick hot semen rushing up the shaft of his spasming cock. An enraptured spectator within his own body, all the Champion could do was continue to hunch away and cry out at each earth-shattering surge of intense pleasure. 

The princess held him, cooing and sighing gratefully as he pumped her full of his creamy syrup. Never in her young life had she been fucked this marvelously, and she was determined to see him enjoy this spend as much as possible. As he shuddered and quaked atop her, she clamped down with her cuntal muscles and fought to move, to gyrate up to meet his now frenetic, broken rhythm hunches. 

As he hunched down into the girl, Rexus tightened his ass muscles and tensed his penis, heightening the sensation of his semen spraying out of him and it was so intense he feared he would pass out. 

Finally, the huge thick volcanic sprays of sperm became weak, water fountain spurts, and he began to relax, to go limp atop the girl. He continued to hunch, and the pleasure was still intense, but the overwhelming body wrenching part of the ordeal was past. 

"Oh, girl," he groaned as he hunched weakly into her, "oh, Princess that was incredible!"

"You...MADE it incredible!" she gasped back. 

"Well," he said, weakly raising his head and gazing down into her bright, shining blue eyes. "You have fulfilled your father the King's wishes, and the treaty is made."

"Yes," she sighed, "the treaty is made."

"Shall I help your highness gather her things?" he asked archly, aware of how her large breasts were pressing up against him in time with her breathing. 

She arched her own eyebrow. "Gather my things? Why?"

He kissed her cheek. "With the treaty done, you are under no obligation to stay beneath me this night."

She kissed him back. "With the treaty done, my love, that means I'm done fucking you for my Father. Now I'm going to spend the rest of this night fucking you for myself."

He gazed down at her gratefully. "Are you sure of this, Princess?"

She laughed a musical laugh. "My handsome warrior, before the sun rises in the morn and I leave this room, your big cock will have sprayed its seed into my womb again. And not only that...it shall also have spurted into my mouth and up my ass!" 

They laughed together and began kissing again.

"Oh please," Gaia said on the other side of the world, "If I see any more of these lovey dovey fuckers I'm going to throw the heck up."

She gave a wave of her hand the image of the sweat-covered kissing couple dissolved and the crystal ball's light ceased to flicker. 

Morgania continued to look thoughtfully at the crystal ball.

"What are you thinking about?" Gaia prodded.

Morgania snapped out of her trance. "I'm must thinking. You know, like you keep asking me to do. It's his penis. If that's the key to his power, then that's the key to destroying him. It's his vulnerability. We just have to find out how to exploit it."

Gaia smiled. "That's my girl. I knew you'd figure it out. Yes, we have to leave for the Coastlands in the morning. And during our journey, we must plan how we will use the Champions penis to destroy him!

End Chapter One



The Champion



Elisabetha de Trouveau crept slowly towards the only other person on the island. She shivered in the night air, and whispered as she came near the sleeping form. 

"Birgitte? Birgitte? It's cold..." 

The other older woman muttered in her sleep. The light of the slowly rising sun was kept at bay by the thick fog that coated the surrounding waters. Twenty year old Elisabetha poked at Birgitte's left shoulder, right where the intricate black, knotted tattoo band curled around the muscular arm. 

"Birgitte?" 

"Hmm? Wha?" 

Finally, Birgitte turned over. Her red hair was framing her face in natural curly wisps that had escaped her heavy braid. 

Elisabetha blinked at her. Her own hair was limp with moisture and spotted with leaves. She had refused to share Birgitte's bedding last night, and the warrior had grinned and fallen promptly asleep, leaving Elisabetha to mutter and toss and turn through the entire night, blanket-less and exposed to the night air. 

Elisabetha looked into Birgitte's very green eyes and put on her most humbling pout ever. Raising an eyebrow, the warrior lifted her arm and nodded at Elisabetha, welcoming her into the warm blankets. 

As Elisabetha slid in, she noticed that some time during the night, the other woman had undressed. Birgitte was naked as a babe beneath the warm furs. 

"Ye'll be too warm in those skirts," Birgitte whispered into Elisabetha's ear, moving up and spooning her body behind Elisabetha's for warmth. 

Her breath was hot over Elisabetha's neck, and boldly, Birgitte nuzzled the younger woman's hair out of the way, exposing her skin. Once that was done, Birgitte just rested her cheek against Elisabetha's head and seemed to slowly drift off to sleep. 

Elisabetha felt flustered. What was she to do? Birgitte was right, she was going to boil. And they had no real reason to rise early. Rescue was not expected for another day or two. 

She sighed, quietly, giving up and giving in. Slowly, she moved out of Birgitte's personal space and began to peel the clothing from her body. It was no small feat done while lying on her side. The bindings that kept her bodice on also kept the skirts tight up around her waist. 

Then she felt a hand near her own, around her back. Birgitte pulled at the lacings for her, releasing her skin and skirts. Slowly, the warrior's hands moved Elisabetha's out of the way, and pulled the skirts down, one at a time, to leave them jumbled in the foot of the bedding and blanket pile. The expert hands moved back up Elisabetha's spine, prying the thick vest-like clothing off of the bodice and removing it from her shoulders. Then she was helping Elisabetha out of the shift, which she had never intended on taking off. 

But the bedding was so warm against her naked skin... 

Elisabetha lay back on her side, trembling. Was she still cold? 

Then, Birgitte's arm snaked out and tucked over her belly, pulling her back against the warrior's chest. She didn't know why she didn't object. But there in the warmth of the older woman's strong embrace, Elisabetha felt like a cuddled kitten. It was not a bad feeling. 

Again, Birgitte's breath was hot on her neck. 

"If this is not what ye want," the woman whispered, her lips warm over Elisabetha's neck. "Ye can stop me, at any time..." 

And still Elisabetha felt as if something within her was powerless to stop anything Birgitte was doing. 

Strong fingers caressed over her belly, and Elisabetha felt it tighten, the muscles flexing and tensing as Birgitte's hand graced over her hip. The fingers moved down her thigh, and boldly moved over her ass. 

No one had ever touched her there, not even the lordliest of princes had dared go that far in their wooing and courting. 

Birgitte's hand moved between Elisabetha's thighs from behind, her lips now kissing and teasing at the blonde's earlobe, moving the loose waves of hair out of the way. Her tongue flicked at the skin, and Elisabetha shivered, closing her eyes as Birgitte pushed her slightly forward, rolling her onto her belly on the soft fur beneath them. The hand between her thighs forced them slightly apart, and Elisabetha let Birgitte move her hand up to her puss. 

She had been touched there, and already knew that she was wet from the familiarity of Birgitte's fingers. But where other hands had dared to dance over her pubis, the warrior's fingers entered her from behind, parting her pouting lips and rubbing the insides of her swollen labia. 

Elisabetha moaned, her face flushing. Birgitte moved her fingers, letting Elisabetha's wetness coat them. She trailed them up and down the woman's tender slit, and then parted them. Elisabetha moaned again, her mouth opening in a gasp as one slender digit pushed up and inside her. She instinctively lifted her hips and ass, opening herself to Birgitte's fingers. She didn't realize that in her passion, Birgitte had moved without her knowing, and that as Birgitte's finger slipped into her puss, her tongue was soon to follow. 

The feel of the warm wet obtrusion over the lower parts of her puss, of Birgitte's hard breasts against the backs of her thighs, caused Elisabetha to shake violently. She was so unused to any sort of intimacy. And here this woman warrior she knew nothing of was putting her mouth to work on her puss so sweetly Elisabetha was ready to scream. 

Birgitte's tongue took over parting the swollen lips, and then darted into the tight hole, licking along the tender walls and twisting its way up over the clitoris before dragging the nectar of lust up and into the crack of Elisabetha's round and soft behind. 

Elisabetha moaned and lifted her behind higher. Birgitte then lifted her up until she was on her knees, her face still pushed against those warm furs that made a sort of pillow at the head of the bedding. She began to pump two of her fingers in and out of Elisabetha, all the while licking at her puss, tonguing her ass, teasing and tantalizing her and driving her mad. 

A wash of warmth stole over Elisabetha's body then, and she felt herself tighten around those fingers and cum over them, orgasming as Birgitte placed her tongue and mouth against the younger woman's puss to drink her up. 

Birgitte allowed Elisabetha to rest on her stomach then, and curled up beside her once more. Shortly, though, as the sun began to break through the fog, Elisabetha found Birgitte's hand creeping over her back, caressing her spine and shoulders. 

Then Birgitte was rolling her onto her back, and staring into her eyes. 

"I know ye've been kissed by men. But only a woman knows how best to kiss a woman..." 

With that, Birgitte claimed Elisabetha's mouth, and Elisabetha lay helpless beneath her. 

The warrior's hands moved up and down her body, roaming over the soft curves and lifting the hips up to grind against her own. Elisabetha could feel the other woman's puss pressing against hers insistently, grinding and bumping as Birgitte kissed her and explored her mouth with her tongue. 

Elisabetha let her own tongue dance with Birgitte's, following the older and more experienced woman's lead. She found herself paying more attention to how Birgitte's thick legs scissored in her own, and how her puss spread out as Birgitte's moved against it. She could feel the hot warmth and wetness that was Birgitte's privacy. And as the warrior began to grind against her, pressing herself harder, insistent, she found herself clinging to Birgitte's chest. The kiss was broken, and the warrior lifted up on her hands, moving herself so she touched more of her puss against Elisabetha's very wet sex, rubbing her clitoris over Elisabetha's. 

In amazement, Elisabetha watched Birgitte's face crunch in concentration and in ecstasy. The green eyes were tightly squeezed shut and the wisps of red hair were caught up in a sheen of sweat. 

Elisabetha lifted her hips to Birgitte's, pushing herself harder and harder up against the warrior's writhing puss. Surprised, Birgitte opened her eyes and looked down at Elisabetha, moaning at the sudden and exhilarating assistance, then closed again, lost as she came and orgasmed over Elisabetha's puss, drenching the woman's thighs. 

Birgitte paused then, looking down at Elisabetha as she panted. 

Sweating, and out of breath, Birgitte moved to the side, pulling Elisabetha close to her. 

"Lady, I know ye not well. But from this moment on, I am yer champion...." 

Blinking, Elisabetha looked into the Celt's eyes and knew the warrior was swearing a deeper fealty than anyone ever had or ever would. 

And boldly, as the sun moved higher in the sky, Lady Elisabetha de Trouveau leaned forward and kissed Birgitte, Celtic warrior, deeply, sucking her tongue into her mouth and letting her hands roam exploratively over the older woman's muscular body. 



The Champion Ch. 02



Chapter Two: Hidden Assassin

True to her word, before the Princess left her bedchamber with the rising of the sun, the Champion's big cock had indeed sprayed out it's thick seed once more into her womb, as well as down her throat, and up the tight, heated passageway of her asshole. 

The Champion sighed drowsily in contentment as the Princess kissed him on the forhead while putting on her silken gown. Quietly she left him lolling on the divan, dozing as the new day dawned. 

As he slept he groaned every now and then as his big penis gave an erotic twitch, pulsing in a half-erect state. It has been well used that night, and was beginning it's recovery from the four intense spends it had undergone. 

So much semen had it spurted out of itself during those four powerful orgasms that the muscles of his penis were pleasantly sore. Patiently, his prostate gland set about the business of replenishing the rather large supply of seed that it had lost due to his long night's pleasure with the Princess. 

As he slumbered he was also mildly aware of the fact that the energy created by his four orgasms was building in his crotch, and a warm glow suffused his middle and began to spread to the rest of his body. He smiled in sleep, feeling the energy spreading all over him in it's pleasant way, as it always did after lovemaking. 

More than once had he marveled at the ingenious way Aphrodite had chosen to make him immortal and to build his powers. Many a time as he was groaning and shuddering atop a pretty girl as his seed blasted it's way out of his spasming cock had he gasped up a grateful prayer to the Goddess of Love. Often as he had lain on his back, as a beautiful woman gazed up at him adoringly while sucking away on his erupting penis he had turned his head toward Mt. Olympus and shouted out a cry of praise. 

From the day that he had been born over 3,000 years passed, millions of people had come and gone in this worlds-realm and he was still here. Millions had been born, played as children, gone to school, plied trades, married, fucked, had children, grown old, and then died, being lowered into the ground and turning to dust. And still he remained walking the lands and fighting the fight. 

He slumbered for awhile, his great chest rising and falling, and then the instincts that had been honed on hundreds of fields of battle alerted him. Someone had come into the room, and it wasn't the Princess. 

Without opening his eyes or giving any other sign that he was now awake, the Champion suddenly rolled from the divan to the floor.

As a heavy broadsword cleaved the furred pillow where his head had been a a moment before, the Champion rose to his feet and regarded the person standing on the other side of the divan.

Clad in black armor from head to toe, with the peculiar bucketshaped helmet that was unique to the Brythunian Horse Guard, the attacker pulled his sword back, obviously surprised that his sneak attack had not worked. 

Slowly and deliberately, the black-clad assailant came around the divan, holding the sword ready for a lethal thrust. 

The Champion simply stood and watched him approach, his mind working. 

Despite the legends that swirled around him, the Champion knew he could be slain. Magical weapons were not entirely unknown in this world, and he had seen a few of them. 

Over 1,000 years back the Wiches of Nin had managed to hit him with an enchanted arrow that had laid him low for the better part of a year. By the time he had recovered from the wound, with the help of the Priestess of the Temple of Aphrodite in Asharia, the Witches and their allies, the Picts and the Woads and the Uglaks, had consolidated a strong foothold on the Coastlands. It had taken him the better part of a decade to dislodge them, and at great cost. 

300 years back, he had grown lazy and incautious after many years of peace and prosperity, and had let his guard down. He'd seen a particularly beautiful girl, a tanned, raven-haired lovely with green eyes in the court of King Neriah of Kazakh, and had taken her into his bed. 

He had been intoxicated by the girl's beauty. Their lovemaking had been incredible. The look in her eyes captivated him. The waggle in her ass thrilled him. The enchanted poison she slipped him almost killed him. 

She disappeared as he spent 10 days wracked with indescribable pain, teetering on the brink of death. At last his iron constitution asserted itself, and he began to recover. In the meanwhile, the Kazakistan Elite Guards captured his poisoner on the border with Irudistan, where she had hoped to find passage back to the Enchanted Isle, for she was a Witch of Nin in disguise. 

They brought her back to him, and King Neriah left her fate to his discretion. When he was sufficently recovered, he had her brought to the room he was given in the King's Imperial Palace, near the roof, over 30 stories from the ground. 

There, on the same bed he had laid for ten days shuddering in pain, he enjoyed the girl for one last cockride, shuddering now in pleasure as he filled her womb with his hot seed. 

He had then thrown the wailing girl from the roof of the Palace to the stone courtyard below, where she exploded like a ripe tomato when she hit the pavement. 

And just 50 years ago, as the Champion sourjorned in Gonbor a man who appeared to be a traveling merchant had suddenly struck the Champion from behind with an enchanted spear in the midst of a crowded market. Unfortunately for this would-be assassin, the Champion was wearing a shirt of light chain mail under his leather jerking and cape, so the spear didn't penetrate. 

A minute later the Champion had continued on his way, leaving behind him the would-be assassin twitching in his death throes, impaled on his own spear, which ran up from the ground, through his rectum and on up out of his mouth. 

So because of his past experience, the Champion could not assume the sword in this attacker's hands was simply an ordinary sword. If this armor-clad man knew who his intended victim was, the chance he would use anything but an enchanted sword was very small. 

Confident at facing a totally naked man, the attacker edged forward, sword held along his forearm with the right hand firmly grasping the hilt. The Champion knew from experience that the man could either savagely stab forward or could also swing the blade up and around for a chopping strike, either one in an instant. 

Pausing just outside arm's range, the attacker gathered himself..........and thrust!

Into the empty air. 

Where the Champions broad, bronzed chest had been just a second before the man peering through the slit in the armored helmet suddenly saw only empty space. 

"When faced with an attacker who is armed when you are not," Kyoto Kashakiwiri had told him in his peculiar sing-song voice over 2,000 years past in the mountain ranges of Nepalia, "you must move not before he strikes; you must move not after he strikes; you must move AS he strikes!"

Since Kyoto was 80 years old and killed over 200 men in combat and another 40 with his bare hands in challenge matches, the Champion had paid strict attention in the 10 years he studied the fighting arts of that ancient society as Kyoto's chief pupil. 

The Champion called on that training now, waiting until the last possible second when the attacker had begun his strike to suddenly turn his body and slide up alongside the arms holding the sword. One hand came to the back of the startled attacker's neck, the other pulled the arms down and around. 

Pulling the man in a wide circle, the Champion made him lose his balance, forcing him to bend forward. Then, the Champion suddenly let go of the man's neck, and the fellow then did the instinctive thing, which is what this technique counted on: he tried to straighten up and turn toward the Champion.

And when he did that, the Champion suddenly stepped in and struck him on the front of the neck with his arm, cuttings as if holding a sword with that arm while his other arm pushed the armor-clad man in the small of his back. 

The result was that the man's head snapped back while his feet shot up, and he landed on the stone floor with a resounding crash. 

Quick as a cat, however, the man brought the sword, which he had managed to hang onto, around in a swipe at the Champions knees. Only a quick jump back saved the large naked man from being cut off at the knees. 

Rolling to his feet easily despite the over 50 pounds of armor he was wearing, the attacker brought the sword back around in a huge backhanded slash. He wasn't trying to hit the Champion with it however; it was simply to make the other man back off and create space while he regathered himself after his unexpected trip to the floor. 

Holding the sword out in front of him with both hands now, the attacker advanced, silently and grimly. Once again the Champion waited, his hands down at his side. 

The attacker feinted one way with the sword tip, then cut back the other way, and the Champion simply leaned back and watched the sword pass by, and straightned up again.

A muffled curse sounded inside the black bucket-like helmet, and then the attacker unleashed a furious two-handed waist high slash as he stepped up, a tremendous blow that would have cut the Champion in half........had it landed. 

Instead, the large naked man did the last thing the attacker expected: he stepped right up to him and turned, grabbing one of the attacker's sword-wielding wrists and, continuing the turn, pulled the attacker's arms around in a big circle that ended with his arm folded back over and behind his head. 

Only the Champion didn't stop the swinging circular motion there. He pulled his center of gravity straight down to the floor, the result being that the attacker flew up and over into the air and landed face first on the stone floor. 

The sword went flying with a clatter, and the naked man quickly kneeled on his attacker's back, pinning the arm he was holding and effectively immobilizing the other man. 

"All right." the Champion finally said. "Let's have a look at you."

Reaching out with his free hand, he tugged the straps on the back of the helmet that held it into place. 

He tugged it off, and what was revealed was a red-faced young man of about 20 years with corn-yellow hair and blue eyes. He was gasping for breath, trying to get his wind back after having it knocked out of him. 

Presently he turned his head to the side and glared at the man sitting on his back. 

"You FUCKER!!!!! I'll kill you!"

"You haven't done such a great job so far." The Champion said nonchalantly. "Now who sent you? Was it the Witches of Nin? King Wodred of the Picts? You have a Scandia sort of look about you, so is King Altamontus still mad about his daughter?"

The young would-be assasin gritted his teeth and made no reply. But the Champion felt the subtle movement down under his knee, and a second later there was a flash of metal as the trapped man used his free hand to pull forth a dagger.

The Champion was ready, however, and simply pinned the other arm behind the man's back with his knee while capturing the knife-holding arm with his two strong hands, one at the wrist and the other at the elbow. 

He then bent the arm all the way back, and the elbow joint snapped and the ligaments and tendons went pop-pop-pop one by one.

"GAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" the young man screamed, dropping the knife. 

"That was very foolish of you." The Champion said. "Whether or not you leave this room alive is entirely up to me and you're not doing a whole lot to stay in my good graces."

"FUCK YOUR GOOD GRACES AND FUCK YOU!!!!!" the young man roared, his face now redder than ever.  

"I want answers and I'm going to have them." The Champion said simply. "Who sent you, and where did you get the armor you're wearing? You're no Brythunian, that's for sure."

"And that's a peculiar looking sword you have there." the Champion went on. "I note that it's got a blue blade and the handle has a silver glow. It's no ordinary sword, is it?"

The young man grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't you like know?"

"Why, yes, I do as a matter of fact." And the Champion reaced out and pressed the trapped man's temple. And audible crack sounded.

"YEAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"

The Champion waited until the screams and moans subsided.

"That's one pressure point in your head. There's 4 more on this side of your face I can reach from here, and that one I pressed is the one that hurts the least. Now where did you get this armor?"

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOUUUU!"

The Champion's big forefinger came down on a spot behind the man's ear. 

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

More screaming, crying, and epithets followed, but at last the fellow began to sob out his story. 

"I-I killed a Brythunian captain.....in the woods! S-shot a horse with an arrow on the main road and when he stopped.....to help I cut him down and took his armor! Hah! No one would question me in this armor! I walked right into the palace unopposed!"

"And the sword" the Champion prodded.

The young man grinned nastily. "A gift.....from the Witches of Nin! They haven't forgotten you, you bastard! They're coming again, and I am only the first of many! I didn't get you but the others will! You're a dead fucker and nothing more!"

"The Witches gave you the sword, eh? And you're just the first of many? Well if they're all like you, I'm not too worried."

The trapped man shot him an evil look. "I'm the youngest! The others are finest assasins the Witches have ever trained! We've never failed them!"

"Right, right." The Champion said absently. "You know, you killed a Brythunian captain. They impale murderers in this country. It takes some of them more than 3 days to die on a stake."

"Hah!" the young man sneered. "I'm not afraid to die! Why, it's an HONOR to die for the Witches of Nin! I have 40 Witches waiting to pleasure me forever in the Next World for dying in their service!"

"Is that right?" the Champion said. "Well, no sense in keeping those lovely ladies waiting."

And he reached out with both his strong hands and lifted the startled young man's head from the floor, lacing his fingers togther around his broad, flat forehead. 

"I....wh......NO! Wait! What are you DOING!!!" the young man screamed.

The Champion paused. "I'm saving my hosts a trial. And I'm doing you a favor, if you think about it. It's this or 3 days on a stake." 

"N-no! W-wait! D-don't kill me!!"

"Why? Do you have something to add?"

"I.....I'll tell you EVERYTHING!" the young man gasped hopefully.

"You already did." The Champion said evenly. And he began pulling the young man's head back towards him. 

"GAAAAAGHHH!!!  NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the doomed assasin screamed, and then the range of motion of his neck was reached and the vertebrae began to resist the Champion's relentless pressure. 

The head began to shake, and the young man's word's tumbled out frantically. The shaking of his head caused him to stutter terribly.

"I-----d-d-d-d-on't w-w-waant t-t-tooo d-d-ieee!" he stuttered out. 

"Tough." the Champion said, thinking of a corpse lying in the woods a few miles away. He had to be careful how he did this; if he pulled too hard he might yank the man's head clean off and make a dreadful mess, and he wanted to spare his hosts. 

"AAaagghhh........oohhhhh G-g-gods it h-hurrrrrrrrrtssss!"

"I know, it's supposed to. I'm breaking your neck." The Champion said.

All the young man could do was lie there, totally helpless and feel his neck creaking, getting ready to break. 

"Aaaaaagghhh.....................AAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAGGHHHHH----!!!!"

CRACK!

The vertabrae of the young man's neck suddenly parted with the loud snapping sound of a tree branch breaking, and the Champion looked down into the widened eyes and the gaping mouth as the head sprang magically backward in his hands, all resistance gone as the vocal cords and ligaments snapped and popped. The young man's body began shuddering and jerking wildly in it's death throes, his hands spastically opening and closing and his legs kicking spasmodically. 

When the man-becoming corpse was still except for a slight kicking of the legs, the Champion dropped the head and stood up. It landed on the floor with a loud 'thunk', laying at an impossible angle. 

Turning, the Champion looked for his clothes, finding them where he had casually tossed them last night as he prepared to take the Princess on the divan. He was struggling into his breeches when he was startled by a loud scream behind him. 

Spinning around, he found the Princess standing in the doorway, a tray of food held in her frozen hands and her widened eyes fixed on the corpse on the floor. 

She dropped the tray and put her hands up to her mouth and burst into tears as the Champion reached her, gathering her into his arms. 

He turned her and walked her out of the room, soothing her as they went down the corridor. 

"There there, it's all right, highness. I didn't mean for you to see that."

They came to the guards station he remembered at the top of the stairs leading down into the main castle dining room, and there were three guards there, all of whom leapt forward when they saw the Princesses' face. 

"What is it? What happened!" one of them demanded, a redhaired fellow with a busy mustache that completely covered his upper lip. 

"An intruder, Octorious. I had to deal with him, and she saw the body. It gave her a fright."

The redhaired man glanced down the corridor incredulously. "An intruder? HERE? But sir, there's no way past us men here!"

The Champion handed the Princess off to a young warrior with a scar on his forehead and another on his chin. He looked like a tough, competent soldier. "Gaius, see to her. Take her to her mother and tell her what happened."

The young man nodded, and drew the crying Princess down the stairs. 

The Champion turned to Octorious and the other man, a small, dwarfish fellow with a full black beard and usually twinkling eyes, though they were not twinkling now. 

"Come with me and see how he got by you."

They all went back down the corridor, and when Octorious got to the doorway and looked down at the corpse on the floor, he exploded in a vicious oath and stepped forward and kicked the dead man full in the face. 

He then turned to the Champion, his face stricken. "By the God's balls, your Lordship, it's the armor of my own cousin, the Captain of the Balmouth Horse Guard!! He came up the stairs not ten minutes past and though I thought it strange he had his helm on, and spoke not to me, I let him pass by, thinking him on official business!"

"He was on official business." The Champion grunted, reaching down and picking up the limp body and walking with it over to a table on the far side of the room, where he dumped it unceremoniously. "Just not for King Saul."

"Then for who?" Octorious wondered, as the Champion began pulling off the armor from the body and setting it aside.

"The Witches of Nin." The Champion said calmly.

Both of the other men gave a start, and the smaller one made the sign for the warding off of evil. 

"The Witches! Again? But didn't you lead the victory campaign against them over 300 years ago? At the Great Sea Battle of Corinth?"

The Champion nodded grimly, then smiled at the other man. "That was my 10th victory campaign against them, my friend. I've yet to drive those murderous bitches from the face of this world. Until then, I have to win every time. They only have to win once."

The other man gulped and looked down. The Champion had the body naked now. He regarded the corpse with a practiced eye. 

Reaching out, he took hold of the left hand and held it up to the light. "Selvinus, the lamp." he said to the smaller man, who quickly fetched the lamp from over the fireplace. Holding it closer to the dead man's hand, they all saw the intricate tattoo of a spider's web on the arch between the thumb and forefinger. 




The Champion Ch. 02



The Champion dropped the hand and turned his attention to another tattoo on the young man's chest. This one was of a skull with flaming eyes. 

"I don't recognize the work." The Champion said.

"That surprises you? Octorious asked.

"He was obviously an experienced assassin. He was carrying a special weapon. And he spoke of others like himself that would be coming after me. I'm familiar with most of the assassin guilds and their markings. His aren't like any others I have ever seen."

Selvinus had picked the sword up from where it lay and was regarding it. 

"A blue blade and a glowing handle. Magic, no doubt." He spat into the corner. Though he knew such things existed, he seldom saw them, and they made him uneasy. He was a human warrior who wanted to fight human foes, and the idea that there were superhuman weapons wielded by foes made him angry. 

He proffered it to the Champion who took it and hefted it, studying the markings on the blade. "Excellent workmanship." he commented.

Octorious snorted. "Yah, anyone would be honored to be cleaved by such a work of art!"

The Champion grinned. That's why he liked Octorious. A great sense of humour and ferocious axe in any fight. 

Taking a blanket from the divan, he wrapped the sword in it and handed it back to Selvinus. 

"Is there a competent mage in this Kingdom?" he asked as the turned back to the body. 

Octorious and Selvinus shot a glance at each other behind the large man's back.

"Uh....well........" Selvinus started hesitantly.

"That' depends on what you mean by 'competent'." Octorious finished. 

The Champion could find only one other feature about the young man's corpse that was of any interest. Even flaccid the penis was over seven inches long. 

"Had a big wanger, did he?" Octorious said, noting where the Champion was looking. "Gotta admit, that 's the biggest one I've seen in that state."

"Oh? And how many have you seen?" Selvinus asked in an innocent sounding voice.

Octorious snorted. "Now don't start with that. You know what I mean, you see things out in the field with an army of men, pissin' and shittin' in the woods."

"So you were paying special attention?" Selvinus said again.

"Uh...the mage." The Champion reminded them. 

"Oh, right, right." Octorious nodded. "Toritinus Heleviticus Crixus. The King's official seer."

"Is he any good?" the Champion said, turning from the corpse and going over to his leather jerkin and putting it on. He followed that with his cape and then his sword belt and boots as Otorious replied.

"Well......let's just say that the office of the Magus isn't exactly what you likely remember the last time you passed through here. Some people have natural talent, others just have knowledge. And uh, traditions change over time."

"And which kind is he?" the Champion said. "Knowledge or talent? I've seen some amazing mages in my day, and also some doddering old pretenders who couldn't even fool people with simple tricks."

"This mage is....quite knowledeable." Selvinus said, with a slight hitch in his voice. 

The Champion stood up, fully clothed now and looked down at them with narrowed eyes. 

"And?"

The two other men looked at each other and then back at him innocently. 

"And...er..what?" Octorious said. 

"Oh knock it off. You're holding something back, now out it with!" the Champion said, picking Octorious up by the lapels of his guard uniform and giving him a playful shake. 

"You're not going to believe it." Octorious said.

"Remember what he said about changing traditions!" Selvinus chimed in. 

"And what, exactly, are the traditions that have changed?" the Champion said, setting Octorious back down on the floor.

"Well, it's the first time this has ever happened, you know." Octorious said apologetically. 

"The mage handpicks his successor and so the last mage, Geoffinus, made a very surprising choice." 

"Well it surely surprised me!" Octorious said.

"Surprised the whole kingdom, in fact." Selvinus shot back.

The Champion reached out and pulled both their heads together and leanded down, putting his own face right in theirs. 

"OUT WITH IT, OR I'LL THROW YOU BOTH IN THE MOAT!"

"It's a woman." Octorious gasped.

"Totally unexepected, I assure you!" Selvinus nodded. 

"What? A woman? But a mage can't be a woman!" the Champion said half-disbelievingly. 

"Look, Geoffinus did all the rituals, talked to the spirits and he said all the signs pointed to her......a girl in training at the Balmouth Pleasure School."

The Champion shook his head as if in a daze. "Not only a woman, but a girl being trained as a courtesan? This gets weirder and weirder."

He turned and strode from the room and the other men trailed behind him. 

"Well she's actually turned out to be quite good!" Selvinus offered defensively. 

"You won't tell the other kingdoms, will you? After all, this is the first time I think a woman has ever been a mage."

"My lips are sealed." the Champion said as they descended the stairs. 

They were met at the foot of the stairs by a concerned looking King Saul and his wife, Queen Iola, and the Princess, who's name was Freyda.

The King hurried forward, grasping the Champion by the arms.

"Are you all right, my friend? Did any harm come to you?!"

The Champion shook his head. "No harm at all, my King. The attacker lies dead in an upper room, his neck snapped, and my only regret is that your dear daughter saw his body."

The King shook his head, his face growing dark with anger.

"That this should happen in my own house, to an honored guest of mine....it's unforgivable! Even up to half my kingdom shall be yours to atone for this unforgivable insult!"

The Champion reached out and grasped the King back on his own biceps. 

"Then a miracle has occured, for I do indeed forgive this 'unforgiveable' insult. And if you force me to take half your kingdom I would merely hand it back to you, since your Lordship is so much more wiser than I!"

King Saul regarded the Champion for a moment then threw his head back and laughed, clapping the Champion on the back. 

"Well spoken, my friend, well spoken! Come now, let us break our fast together and discuss what should be done at this new development, for obviously your enemies, and ours, know you are here."

As they all strode to the main dining table, which was even now being heaped with food by the kitchen servants, Freyda fell into step beside the Champion and gazed adoringly up at him. 

She made sure she sat right next to the Champion when everyone was seated at the table, and after a prayer to the Gifting Gods, the meal began. 

King Saul noted the way his daughter looked at the Champion and chuckled. 

"You made quite an impression on my daughter last night, I see." he said, stuffing his mouth with a rolled up pancake and washing it down with a flagon of cow's milk. 

The Champion grinned down at her. "I think, actually, she made more of an impression on me. I expected her to leave after the.....sealing of the treaty. But she stayed until dawn."

Queen Iola beamed with pride. "We have her training with one of the top courtesans in all the Coastlands. She will make some prince a fine queen."

"How many times did she make you spend?" the King asked eagerly.

"Uh.....four times." the Champion said, wondering if this was what passed for polite breakfast conversation in Brythunia these days.

The Queen laughed in delight and got up and went and hugged her seated daughter. "Four times! Why, that's wonderful!"

"Yes, my friend, it's wonderful indeed!" King Saul went on, smiling proudly at his daughter, who was now blushing beet red and picking at the sausage on her plate. "You're a famous cocksman if there ever was one, and to know she was able to please you so many times will make her even more attractive as a wife!"

He leaned forward. "I've even had suitors after her hand already from five other countries! So I didn't give her to you lightly! Oh no! But they were all fey Princes in fine perfumed clothes! What do they know about lovemaking? Nothing! Ah, but a true legend like yourself, who has no doubt bedded thousands of women, that's another thing! I saw you stride into the council chamber that first day and I said to Octorius there, 'Now there's a warrior and a cocksman if ever I saw one!' Didn't I say that?"


"Yes my Lord, you did!" Octorious said, his mouth so full of biscuits and gravy that the gravy was leaking out onto his chin. 

"Now we struck a good bargain with you, you know!" the King went on. "Full use and command of our Navy of 300 ships in return for 20,000 gold sovreigns and any loot that can be picked up on the campaign. Plus a party of Pleasure girls from the East, the South and the West, in exchange for one of our own."

"A great contract!" Octorius chimed in, gravy still running down his chin. He'd never fucked a black woman, and was looking forward to it. 

"And I called upon the old custom of Daughter-Giving to show how deeply I commit myself to you. Last night you sprayed your seed into my own daughter's womb....and probably some other places too....(here the Princess fought to stifle a giggle)...so the treaty is complete. All I ask is that you commit yourself as deeply to me as I have to you."

The Champion struck his right hand to his left chest, in the world-known salute of alliegience. "On my honor, I will not let you down, King Saul."

"Good, good." The King took another bite of pancake and winked at his daughter. "Not only got a great treaty to have a key place in a great war, but also got my daughter shagged by a cocksman of the first order! Now she'll never settle for some limped dicked foppish prince! Not after laying with the Champion himself!"

And the King roared with laughter. The Champion found the meal quite good, and the Princess Freyda continued to gaze adoringly up at him the entire time. 

End Chapter Two



The Champion Ch. 03



Chapter 3: New Arrivals

The next few days passed quickly as the Champion saw to the fitting of the Brythunian navy ships for the upcoming campaign. 

Much to Princess Freyda's consternation, she discovered the Champion was staying in a large tent in the center of the palace courtyard, and despite her many invitations to join her in her room once the sun set, he respectfully declined, pleading official business. 

Late one afternoon over the evening meal, which the Champion was sharing with the Royal Family and their retainers, a page appeared and whispered into King Saul's ear. 

The red-bearded man nodded his head and dismissed the page, then smiled broadly at the Champion. 

"Three delegations have arrived at the front gate, all appearing within an hour of each other. It's the diplomatic parties from Southron, Hyrkania, and Njord. I've given instructions for them to assemble in the main audience chamber." 

The Champion nodded, setting aside his fork and trying not to notice the plaintive, desperate look Freyda was giving him from across the table. 

Queen Iola waved for the servants to remove the plates, and the party departed the dining chamber for the royal audience chamber. 

The mummer of conversation from the large group in the center of the chamber suddenly ceased as the Champion and the Royal family swept into the room. 

The crowd was primarily made up of young women, all of breath-taking beauty, with several pages and servants mixed in. 

King Saul clapped his hands gleefully.

"Now they have come, my Lord, as you sent for them. The finest courtesans from the lands of the North, the South, the East,and the West."

With every eye on the room fixed on him, the Champion stopped before the dias on which King Saul's throne was. The royal family took up positions along the side of the dias, letting the Champion handle the affair. 

Regarding the audience before him, the Champion raised a hand in greeting. He was wearing simple breeches and a white cotton shirt, for he had spent the day prowling the wharves inspecting the naval ships. 

"Greetings, and welcome to the royal palace of Brythunia. King Saul shall be the perfect host, and is delighted to have so many important guests under his roof."

The monarch roared in approval and raised a goblet handed to him by a page. "After the meeting is over, there will be tables of food in the courtyard, as well as tents for all our guests. I regret we have no rooms, for the city is swarming with troops in preparation for the coming invasion."

The Champion then continued. "I thank all of you for coming on such short notice. My message was urgent, and the need is great. Your kings are to be commended for responding so quickly. And now, would you please introduce yourselves?"

Seven gorgeous golden skinned women came to stop before him, all with long, flowing raven-black hair, golden bronzed skin, and the almond shaped eyes distinctive to the race of the Far East. 

They all wore gauzy blue see-through robes, beneath which very little was hidden. The Champion recognized it as the traditional dress of Hunang Province's courtesans of the highest rank, girls trained from the age of 13 in the arts of pleasing men. 

One of them stepped forward and gave a deep bow of respect to him. 

"My Lord, I am Sung Hi, sent to you along with my sister Geishas from the Kingdom of Hyrkania, with the express thanks of my King, Geno Sudo."

One by one the women came and stood before him, telling him their names. 

"Jade."

"Mariko."

"Dawn."

"Jiki."

"Kumiko."

"Rikichi."

Now seven pale women came before the Champion. Unlike the golden brown girls of these East, these women had alabaster skin that had rarely, if ever, seen the sun. Their hair were long, flowing manes of spun gold, and all were dressed in the maiden armor of the Njord; silver and gold painted steel that formed breastplates, helmets and shields. 

The tallest, a breath-takingly beautiful girl with ice-blue eyes and bosom that swelled majestically within the confines of her breastplate, came and stood before him. 

"Great Champion, long have you stood with the Peoples of the Snow against their enemies, and now at your call our Great King, Jarod the Warhammer, has sent us to you. My name is Gretta, chief among the Valkyrie warrior-girls."

Again, the girls stepped forward one by one to tell him their names. 

"Brigga."

"Brunhilda."

"Asta."

"Danilda."

"Frigga."

"Hulda."

Then came seven dark women, 4 of them jet black of skin, three lighter colored but still very dusky. They wore the wild animal skins of the great cats of the Southern Region, along with feathered headdresses and they carried spears. 

A magnificently proportioned girl stepped forward regally, dropping to one knee and inclining her head.

"O Great White Brother of the Skies, long has your name been spoken around the fires of my people, and we remember you still as the Great Warrior that turned back the Picti and the Witches of Nin when they threatened to enslave us. Our Chief Brother, King Shaka, picked us from his finest women to send to you, for he knows you shall use us well. I am Yana, his own daughter."

"Ceba."

"Uhura."

"Verda."

"Isparana."

"Meeka."

"Zuzanna."

At last the contingent from the West came and stopped before him, seven girls of various colored hair, and different skin colors, for the peoples of the West were mostly immigrants from the other three Kingdoms. All wore the purple robes of the high-born courtesans of the Brythunian Crown. 

A lithe, yet incredibly buxom brunette stepped forward, and inclined her head regally.

"Great Eternal Warrior, among all of the vast Pleasure Houses of the Brythunian kingdom, our Liege and Sovereign Lord, King Saul, has selected us seven to serve you in your quest. I am Destarte."

In turn, each girl came and stood before him.

A pale redhead with hair that formed a fiery mane around a beautiful face with cat-green eyes.

"Danae."

A curvaceous brown girl with long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes who's robe did little to hide a ample curves beneath it.

"Elle."

A black girl came forward next, and though her skin was the color of dark wood, her eyes were blue. 

"Piadora."

Another brunette, this one short, but very, very well put together and she even flashed the Champion a broad smile as she stood and posed before him, hands on her hips. 

"Liandra."

A blonde girl, thin looking but with big doe-like brown eyes in which a man could easily drown himself.

"Alissa."

And at the last, a tall raven-haired girl who's big green eyes looked up in awe at the Champion, and she seemed to have to fight to find her voice. 

"V- (gentle cough) Vanda."

Several of the other girls snickered. 

The Champion turned and regarded Octorious with a rueful smile. 

"It's going to be a busy month."

Octorious frowned. "Why? What do you mean?"

The Champion shrugged. "Well I have to test all these girls first to make sure that are sufficient to the mission before them. And that must be done before we sail."

Octorious' mouth dropped open. He looked to where the 28 girls now stood in their respective groups, regarding each other warily. 

"You don't mean to tell me..........you REALLY don't mean to tell me...." The big mustachioed warrior seemed to be at a loss for words as his voice trailed off.

"That I intend to bed them all before the tides recede a month from now?" the Champion finished for him. "Indeed I do."

"B-but..." Octorius sputtered. "There's TWENTY-EIGHT of them, my Lord!"

The Champion regarded him evenly. "Then I'd better get started quickly then, hmmmm?"

Turning, he plucked a broom from the hand of a wizened cleaning maid and pulled a handful of straws from it, then handed it back with a rueful smile to the old hag, who looked at the gap in her broom and snorted "Hmmmph!" and waddled off. 

As everyone watched, the large man counted out 28 straws, then broke one of them in half. 

Calling the girls before him as he stood on the dias, the Champion looked down into 28 beautiful faces and held out the straws as he spoke.

"Since the tides will recede a mere 32 days from now, making passage to the Emerald Isle impossible for at least 3 months, we have little time to waste. You all know you have been called here to aid me in my war upon the Witches of Nin, who are moving again after a long respite and are massing an army on their Eastern shore. 

I intend to pre-empt them by invading their Isle first. Since they resort to foul magic to win their battles, for a real chance for this Great Crusade to succeed, we must use the Light Arts to counter their Dark Arts. 

The greatest power to counter the death-powered arts of the Witches is the life-giving arts of the Goddess Diana, which all of you have devoted your lives to studying."

Here the Champion paused for a moment. 

"Most think those arts just center on love-making, but we all know it's far more than that. The life-giving power of sex creates energies that the Witches' dark arts cannot overcome. For our invasion to succeed, I must create a vast amount of sexual energy to disguise and hide our convoy from the Witches prying eyes. This is why I have called you all here. Your efforts and skills are necessary to protect the armada from falling prey to foul witchcraft."

He regarded the 28 pairs of sexy eyes that looked up at him. 

"I wish I could simply take the word of your leaders that you all possess the sensual skills to fulfill this crucial plan, but I cannot take that chance. I must test each one of you to ensure that you can indeed pleasure a man to the point of creating the sufficient sexual energy that will be needed." 

A shocked gasp went through the crowd of girls, and their eyes widened and they all looked at each other excitedly.

The Champion held out the straws in his hand. 

"Since we are pressed for time, the testing will begin immediately. Tonight I will take one of you into my bed, and tomorrow night, another one, until I have tested all of you. If any girl is found to be deficient, she will simply have to be replaced. To save time, and jealous feelings, you will each draw straws each night to determine which of you I will bed."

At this Gretta, the proud Valkyrie, held up a hand and looked up at the Champion in dismay.

"As a princess of the Njord, I should go first! I am of royal blood and I should have the chance to pleasure you before any common-born girl!"

That provoked Yana, the chief black girl from the South, to cry, "Who do you call common-born, you pale slut! My ancestors ruled a kingdom that covered a continent while yours lived in caves shared with the polar bears!"

Then it was Sung Hi of Hyrkania who spoke next, her almond eyes flashing in anger. "Noble born or common born, it matters not! The golden skinned daughters of the East are renowned the world over for centuries as the highest of courtesans, and I claim the right to be taken into this warrior's bed this night, and I'll fight any girl here for the privilege!"

Pushing and shoving began to break out among the women, as the Champion and Octorious exchanged glances and shrugged. 

King Saul, standing off to the side with Freyda at his side, looked at a loss to know what to do. Freyda herself was regarding the girls in the center of the hall as if she wanted to kill each one of them. Her pretty face was beet red and her hands were clenched at her side. 

As it appeared the situation was getting out of hand, the Champion raised his voice in a loud bellow. 

"SILENCE!!!!" he roared, and the quarrelling women fell silent and shrank back as they saw his face. 

He scowled at them for a moment. 

"You demonstrate among yourselves why drawing straws is necessary, you jealous hussys! There will be no arguing, and no backtalking! Each night those of you not yet fucked by me will draw straws, until none are left. Is that clear?!"

28 heads hastily nodded, some of them with tears starting from their eyes. Many of them had competed fiercely to be picked by their kings to be sent to the Champion, vying for the chance to be bedded by him, and with the prize so close within reach they had lost control. 

Wordlessly the Champion descended from the dias and held out the straws in one big hand. With a sigh, Gretta stepped forward and drew first. She scowled when she saw a long straw, and wordlessly spun on her heel and retreated. 

Next, Sung Hi shouldered aside Brunhilda, who let out an oath as the Eastern girl reached his hand first....and pulled out a long straw. With a sigh of disappointment and a longing look at the Champion's face, Sung Hi departed. 

Brunhilda eagerly pulled out a straw....only to make a face and stamp her little foot when she saw it was a long one. 

Next came Liandra, who bit her lip as she regarded the straws in the Champion's hands, first reaching towards a certain one, then hesitating and then reaching for another, and hesitating again. 

"Oh, DO hurry up!" huffed Yana from behind her shoulder. "I'll grow old and gray back here while you make up your mind."

Steeling herself, Liandra went back to her first choice, pulled it..........and whimpered as she saw she'd drawn a long one. 

Yana fared no better. Neither did Ceba, Asta or Frigga. 

Then it was Danae's turn, the redhead, and all eyes watched with bated breath as she drew the straw forth from the Champion's hand.....and groans rose from the throats of all the girls yet to choose as it was seen that Danae held the short straw in her slim hand. 

The young girl with the red hair made a sharp intake of breath as she gazed at the straw in her hand, then up at the Champion in awe. 

Smiling, he reached out, took the short straw from her, and pulled her suddenly forward into a passionate kiss that made her eyes go wide even as her arms came around to embrace him. 

"That lucky slut!" Gretta seethed from behind them. 

"Bitch!" Yana glowered, her teeth gritted. 

The Champion broke the kiss and looked down into the girl's enraptured face. "You win, Daughter of the West. Shall we take our leave?"

Gazing up at him adoringly with her big green eyes, she nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes!" 

Taking her hand in his, the Champion led her from the room, heading through the archway towards the courtyard beyond, where his big tent was set up. 

The crowd in the royal hall watched them go, and as they looked on, the Champion and Danae disappeared into the tent. 

For about half an hour the group mingled, various conversations going on, until Octorius grabbed Selvinus by the sleeve. 

"Well I guess that's the last we'll see of him until the mornin'." Octorious said to Selvinus. "We'd better get to bed ourselves, if we want to be of any use loading all those ships."

The crowd broke up, and Octorious started tramping up the stairs to his room and stopped when he realized someone was following him. Turning, he realized it was Yana, the black princess of the Southern delegation. 

He fought to keep his eyes from involuntarily dropping to drink in the sight of her ample cleavage. 

"Sorry darlin'. Are you lost? There's tents set up for all the girls down there in the courtyard next to the Champions. I'll show you if you like."

Yana smiled at him. "No, I'm not lost. And I took a quick look in that tent this morning. It's quite nice. But it's lacking something."

Octorious raised an eyebrow. "Really? Tell me, lass, and I'll ensure you have whatever it is, since our King is determined that we be the perfect hosts to all you young ladies."

Yana grinned and stepped forward, her hand coming up to grab Octorious right on the area of his breeches that covered his crotch. His nose was suddenly full of the most delightful perfume, and he found himself gazing into big, doe-like brown eyes that were less than two inches from his own.

"There's no man in there for me to pleasure all night long. No courtesan of the Southron Kingdom ever sleeps alone. It's a custom going back 13 centuries. You don't think I should break that custom, do you?"

Octorious was fighting for breath, and his cock had gone from semi-erect to straining against the material of his breeches, as if seeking out the hand that was pressing against it. 

"Not at all lass!" he gasped. "Ancient customs....very important! Very important indeed! Why, it's all we leave the younger generation, really!"

Then they were crushed against each other, their hands exploring and pulling, as Octorious somehow opened the door to his room and they stumbled in.

Moments later, they both let out a deep sigh as he sank the full length of his big cock into her. He had the beautiful black girl naked on her back on his bed, with him atop her, and as he began thrusting into her, Octorious's lust-crazed brain realized he was indeed fucking his first black woman. 

And what a woman she was. The big, jiggly melons of her tits ballooned beneath the muscular plates of his chest, and her hands prowled his back restlessly as he probed her tight young womb. She grinned up at him, her teeth startlingly white and even as she felt him thrusting deeper and ever deeper. 

As he felt the girl wrap her long, lithe legs around his waist, Octorious wondered how the Champion was faring in tent down in the courtyard below. 

At that very moment, the Champion, naked and covered with sweat, was sitting up on the divan in his tent, a crying, wailing Danae in his lap as he raised and dropped her effortlessly on his big upstanding cock. 

One muscular arm cradled the redheads head in the crook of his elbow; the other was slung beneath the curve of her knees, aiding him in raising her up on each stroke until just the helmet-shaped tip of his organ was still trapped between her cuntal lips....and then he would drop her down, letting gravity do the wondrous work, as her shapely buttocks met his crotch with a loud SMACK!

At the beginning, he'd fucked her for almost 10 minutes in the missionary position, letting her tight young womb adjust to his huge size. For the last 5 minutes he'd been raising and dropping her on him, starting slowly as she squealed at the new depth and angle of his penetration, but then going faster, and faster.....and faster.

SMACK!..........SMACK!........SMACK........SMACK!

Danae had her head thrown back, her eyes sweetly shut and her mouth hanging open as she luxuriated in the sensation caused by his big cock ramming up into her hot, silken sheath. 

"Oh....Oh...OH GODS!....Oh.......Oh yes!"

SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!...SMACK!

Suddenly the shapely redhead was caught up in a thunderous orgasm, one that shook her whole body, so intense was it. 

The Champion grinned down at the beautiful redhead as her face took on a kaleidoscope of expressions as she wailed and shuddered her way through the intense contractions. Surprise, delight, awe, each was reflected on her face. 

With a final shudder she went limp in his arms, and he continued raising and dropping the gasping, sighing girl. 

Soon she orgasmed again. Even harder this time. Then again. 

She was babbling incoherently and exhausted from the powerful muscular spasms of her orgasms by the time the Champion placed her face-first on the bed, her curvaceous ass facing him. 

He sank himself into her again, whispering endearments into her ear as she cried out again and again as the sound of his hard crotch rebounding off of her buttocks filled the tent. 

Once again she climaxed powerfully, sobbing and burying her pretty face into the blankets, her hands gripping them as she shuddered in the grip of those sweet spasms, his big cock thrusting down into her mercilessly through it all. 

Finally, after a long while, she heard his breath catch in his throat, felt his muscular frame stiffen atop her, his hips arching forward, sending his big penis as deeply into her as it could go.........




The Champion Ch. 03



"Oh girl.........YAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

With his cry loud in her ears, his cock blew apart inside her soft clutching womb, giving mighty shuddering jerks as hot semen blasted out of it to splatter wetly against her inner depths. 

His face contorted from the intense sensations coming from his cock as it sent spurt after spurt of hot seed out of itself, the Champion brought his head down. He buried his face in the girl's flowing mane of red hair, his hands reaching under her to press against her hips, urging her upward even as he hunched down into her. 

Eagerly the girl fought to gyrate her ass up to him, squealing in joy as she realized the Champion was spending, his big organ spraying it's precious seed into her. 

After sending 10 thick, powerful spurts of hot semen out of itself, his organ finished it's orgasm, and he groaned, continuing to hunch gently down into her, the aftershocks of that powerful spend sending intense tremors through him. 

With a sigh, the Champion kissed the sweat-covered girl's shoulder. "Oh lass, I can indeed see why you were picked for this mission."

She looked at him over her shoulder with one big green eye through a maze of her own sweat-streaked red hair.

"And I now know why you are cocksman renowned the world over, my Lord!" 

"Why girl.....hold the compliments." he said, rising off of her and rolling her over, drinking in the way her large, luscious breasts jiggled and quaked as she came to a rest beneath him. He sank back onto her, and kissed her deeply. At last he took his mouth off hers and grinned down. "I'm still getting warmed up, after all."

At that moment, in his room in the Palace, Octorious was flat on his back on his own bed, gazing down in awe to where Yana was slowly and tantalizingly sucking away on his urgently throbbing cock. 

His organ had already gone off twice, both spends incredibly powerful and of longer than usual duration, but the girl obviously wasn't near finished with him yet. To his surprise, she had quickly sucked his erection back up to full mast, and now was deliberately playing with it. 

As he watched with bated breath, Yana slipped the 8" long cylinder of pulsing flesh from her mouth and proceeded to flick at it with her tongue. He groaned as her tongue tip flicked and licked and swiped away, tracing out the veins that ran along the shaft of his organ. 

She began concentrating her attention on the upper underside of his cock, and he lolled his head from side to side, his hands restlessly prowling over the sheets next to his hips and his thighs quivering. 

"Ah! Oh girl, that's so fantastically good!" he gasped. 

Smiling, she raised her head from her pleasant task. "Why, is it? Then I suppose I'll just have to keep doing it, won't I?" And the insistent licking and flicking continued. 

The big brawny warrior closed his eyes and smiled. The pleasure was intense, but due to his two recent powerful spends, he wasn't in any danger of spouting off anytime soon. 

Octorious was no stripling - he'd fucked countless girls, more than a few on this very bed in the 10 years he'd been soldiering for Brythunia. But those had been serving wenches or street-level Pleasure Girls. This girl now expertly mouthing his twitching organ was a high-born courtesan, who had spent years developing exquisite love-making skills, and he intended to savor the experience to the fullest. 

Yana kept her big, brown eyes locked on his as she moved her mouth over his cock, giving him sexy glances and looks as she pleasured him. 

"Ah! Oh, girl!" he gasped as she deep-throated him, taking the entire length of his pulsing tower into her hot mouth, gazing up at his face playfully as she did so. 

"Y-you're the first.....the first black woman I've ever had!" he managed to gasp out. 

Slowly Yana lifted her head up, sucking strongly on the shaft of his organ, her cheeks hollowing, until the tip popped out from between her lips, and she rubbed the shaft ardently against her face as she smiled at him.

"Well, I too have a confession to make!" Yana said to the naked man as he writhed around on the bed and fought to stay still as she rubbed her smooth cheeks against his cock. "You're the first white man I've ever had! And in a moment, you'll be the first white man who's seed has spurted into my mouth!" 

And with that she captured his twitching cock with her mouth again and began pumping her lips over it. She concentrated on the upper half of it, stroking her lips over the shaft, gripping it tightly while pumping the lower half firmly with her hands. And all the while her tongue insistently flicked and swiped away inside her mouth. 

The incredible thing was that Octorious managed to hold back for almost 20 seconds of this. He gritted his teeth, screwed his eyes shut, and fought it, his hands gripping the blankets next to his hips tightly.

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and opened his eyes to find Yana gazing up at him her eyes twinkling as her mouth, hands and tongue continued their work.

"Ah! Ahhhhhh! Oh, girl......Ahhhhhh! Oh, your going to....uh!....to make me......GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

The brawny warrior threw his head to one side, his loud cry echoing through the room as Yana suddenly found her mouth full of hot, syrupy fluid. 

With a muffled cry of triumph, the beautiful young girl began swallowing and eagerly sucked for more. Even as she sucked strongly away on his spouting organ, Yana had to grip the base of it tightly with both of her small hands as she fought to hold Octorious down, so restlessly was he writhering around and shuddering during his spend. 

The big warrior let out groan after groan as the muscles in his big cock contracted powerfully for the third time that night, and sent bursts of hot semen out of itself into the girl's sucking mouth. 

When at last he went completely limp, his great chest rising and falling as he lolled his head from side to side, the girl kept sucking gently away on his now weakly spasming cock. 

After a minute of that, he reached down and pulled the Southron princess up to him and kissed her on the mouth. Snuggling up to her, he then reached out and began turning down the lamp that stood on the table next to the bed. 

"What are you doing!" the girl asked incredulously.

"Why, I'm going to sleep, lass!" he said, puzzled. 

She gave him a mock scowl, and then was climbing onto her hands and knees and turning around, saluting him with the most perfect ass he had ever seen.

"You can't sleep yet because you've yet to put that big cock of yours up my ass!"

He stared at her as she gazed at him defiantly over the rounded curves of her buttocks, his mouth hanging open.

"But lass, I've gone off 3 times already this night!"

Smiling, she waggled her ass. "Oh, I think you've got one more cock-stand in that fine organ of yours. It'll take you some time to work yourself up to another spend...which is exactly what I counted on! Because I intend for that big prick of yours to be sheathed up my bowels for the next hour or more!"

And as Octorious watched with widened eyes, wondering what he'd gotten himself into, the girl with the jet-black skin smiled and lowered her head to his crotch again.

He groaned as once more she began working her sensual magic with her talented mouth, and gazed up at the ceiling, wondering how tired he was going to be in the morning. 

In the Champion' tent at that moment, he and Danae were once again locked together in passionate fuckery, this time with the shapely redhead kneeling on the divan, her head raised up to the ceiling and her eyes shut as her mouth hung open in awe as she savored the sensation caused by the Champion's big cock being fully inserted up the hot, tight passageway of her asshole. 

He was flattening her curvaceous buttocks with his crotch, urging himself forward until he was pressed up against her, his organ as fully inserted into her as it could possibly go. 

She groaned as she felt it, her arms trembling as they supported her. 

"Ohhhhhhh.....Oh Gods, you're so BIG!" she gasped as she felt him slowly beginning to thrust. 

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. His big hands held her hips; holding her steady as he gently thrust his way in and out of her. 

As their lust and pleasure increased, his gentle, exploratory thrusts gave way to body-smacking strokes, until their loud excited breathing was drowned out by the sound of his crotch impacting against her bottom. 

Danae began gyrating her hips and hunching her ass back to meet his strokes, moving with him, fucking with him as they gave themselves over to the pleasure-frenzy. 

Then she was arching her back, her head coming back up as her mouth trembled and her small hands turned white as they gripped the sheets. 

"Aaaaahhhh......Ahhhhhh.......Oh, please.........YAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Oh, it's b-better t-than before! It's........AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Oh, WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

The Champion fought to hold the girl still, his hands tight on her hips as she turned into a clawing, shrieking wanton wildcat. He grinned down as she shuddered and gyrated her way through the intense spasms of her rearward orgasm. 

Then it was over and she went limp, her face buried in the sheets as the Champion continued to pound his way into her. 

After awhile she began showing signs of life again, and once more her impassioned cries filled the tent as she began moving with him once more. 

Sweat streamed from the both of them, and her shapely ass-cheeks were slippery and delightful as he pounded them. 

Then the Champion gasped, and stiffened behind her. As Danae glanced over her shoulder at him she saw his mouth drop open and how he reflexively leaned forward as his face contorted. 

"Oh, YES!!!!!" she cried out gleefully as a huge geyser of semen shot up her ass. 

The Champion let out a hoarse gasp as Danae redoubled her ass-wiggling efforts, causing his big cock to move around in her tight anal passageway even as hot semen sprayed forcefully out of it. 

Then he was sagging forward, taking her down onto the bed, and he came to rest atop her, still hunching gently into her as he shuddered his way through some intense aftershocks. 

Neither moved, and only their still loud breathing filled the air. 

Finally Danae looked up at him over her shoulder, bringing one hand up to sweep her sweaty red hair to one side so she could study his face. 

"Did I pass?" she asked hopefully.

He kissed her cheek, and smiled. "With flying colors, lass." Then he rolled off of her and pulled her to him, spooning with her as she sighed contentedly. In the light of the roaring fire in the middle of the tent, they both soon drifted off to sleep.

Up in Octorious' room sweat was dripping from his chin as he gazed in fascination at the perfectly shaped jet-black buttocks he was pounding flat. 

Yana was cooing happily and gazing at him joyfully over her shoulder as he thrust away, loving what he was giving her. 

They had been fucking for quite awhile since his edge was gone and it took some time for him to build up enough pressure in his cock to spend again. 

As the night watch in the distance sounded the 3 in the morning bell, Octorious began groaning, and at this sign Yana began gyrating and hunching back to meet his strokes. 

As he felt his organ tightening up, preparing for it's fourth orgasm of the night, Octorious wondered if this one was going to hurt a bit. 

Then he felt that long, slow contraction in his penis and let out a shuddering gasp as his penile muscles began to compress.

"Oh lass.....here it.....COMES!!!" he groaned as he felt the semen rushing up his uretha. In a way, it was painful, but it was a pleasant pain. Shuddering, he filled the black girl's bowels with hot seed. 

Then he went limp, exhausted, and the girl snuggled up to him and reached out and turned off the light. 

"Oh......" he groaned sleepily, his eyes already fluttering. "What a night!"

She kissed his cheek and threw her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

"Sleep now, my brawny warrior, for you've surely earned it!"

Within moments, Octorious was breathing deeply, his eyes shut and his great chest rising and falling. Yana smiled, her hand reaching down and playing with his still semi-erect organ. 

"I think I shall love my stay in this country if all the warriors fuck as well as you do!" she whispered to herself. And then she too closed her eyes and went to sleep. 

A guard passed by Octorious' door soon after, on patrol, for King Saul had ordered ceaseless diligence after the attack on the Champion the morning before. Passing down the hallway of the upper floor of the palace, the guard paused outside the Princess' room, noting there was a light showing under the door and wondering why the girl would be up at such a time of the night. 

Shrugging, he continued on his way. 

In the room, the Princess Freyda sat at the window, a candle on the sill next to her elbow. Her chin was in her hands and she gazed petulantly to where the Champion's tent sat in the middle of the courtyard below. Her gorgeous face was set in a pout and her eyes were red from crying. 

"I'll never have him again!" she whimpered to herself. "Those foreign sluts will make sure of that!"

With a sigh of despair she buried her face in her arms and drifted off to sleep. 

End chapter 3



The Champion Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Intrigue

And so the first week passed.

When the sun set at last the following day, the girls gathered in the dining hall, and as Danae hung back, a smile playing at her lips, the drawing was held again. The remaining 27 girls crowded forward eagerly to draw their straws, and 11 of them them retreated dissapointed. Then blonde buxom Asta pulled forth the short straw, and so it was her shapely ass that was pounded into the Champion's bed that night. 

The next night it was dark Isparana's turn, and the black girl's loud wails filled the courtyard as the Champion devoted the entire night to thoroughly explored the deepest inner recesses of her soft womb and ass with his big cock.

Isparana was followed by Rikichi of the Hykarnian delegation, and the girl's golden skin shone with sweat in the firelight of the Champion's tent as the two of them fucked away the hours.

It was Allissa who drew the short straw the following night, gazing at the Champion in awe as the other girls retreated bitterly. Minutes later the blonde beauty was naked on her back in the Champion's tent and holding on for dear life as he rode her for all he was worth, and her screams of ecstatic pleasure as she felt the tip of his big cock touching the deepest parts of her womb could be heard inside the castle itself.

The following night it was Frigga who found herself staring in delighted amazement at the short straw in her hand. Sunrise in the morning found her snuggled up to the Champion in a deep sleep, her long golden hair damp with sweat as the handsome warrior's recently spurted seed cooled in her womb, her belly and her ass. 

The seventh night it was Elle who eagerly made the trip to the Champion's tent, and recieved what she had dreamed of for so long: the Champion's big cock plunging deeply into her womb. The brunette beauty shouted out her pleasure so enthusiastically that a jealous Princess Freyda sent a Royal Guardsman down to the Champion's tent to ask them to be quieter.  

The morning of the eighth day found Octorius sitting patiently by the gate leading into the castle as he watched the closed folds of the entry to the Champion's tent expectantly. 

Soon the tent flaps were thrown back and a positively glowing Elle emerged. Her Brythunian dress of bright green and white shone in the early morning sun as she paused and looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, letting out a deep, contented sigh.

Then she flashed a winning smile at Octorius and moved past him through the gate, a spring in her step. 

"Right." Octorious said to himself, still waiting patiently. 

After a few more slow minutes had gone by, the tent flaps parted again and the Champion appeared, clad only in brown breeches, his muscular, tanned torso bare.

Blearily, he gazed up at the sun with bloodshot eyes and staggered over to where a nearby water trough waited. Noisily he bent and splashed his face with cold water as Octorious rose from where he had sat against the gate and came over. 

"Ah, there you are my friend. Sleep well?"

The Champion raised his head and looked down at Octorious, water dripping from his sandy hair and down his chin. His eyes looked even more bloodshot up close, and it was clear the man was only half-awake.

Then he turned and splashed his face again.

"Hmmmph. I guess not." Octorius lifted up a bucket he had in one hand. "Brought ya some breakfast and some of that Kindarian wine from the Black Kingdoms. Seems to help me get going better on slow mornings."

The Champion swept his hair back and stretched, letting out a yawn as various joints in his back cracked and popped. 

"Kindarian wine? Where did you get that from?" he said, his voice weary.

"Why, from Yana, of course." Octorious said. "She brought an ample supply with her. And she shares it quite freely, too."

"Of course she does." The Champion said, turning and walking back to his tent, holding the flap open so Octorious could duck in.

The brawny mustachioed warrior could see that the fire had died down near the center pole, and the furs of the bed, a divan really, were all in dissarray. 

"What do you mean by that?" Octorius ventured as he watched the Champion struggle into a leather jerkin, followed by a bright blue open-necked shirt. 

"Well she's fucking you every night, isn't she?" Turning, the Champion picked up his swordbelt and began fastening it around his waist.

Octorius grinned and shrugged. "Well, not EVERY night. Some nights I have to recuperate, you know."

"And that's what Kindarian wine is." the Champion said, picking up a large brown cloak and slinging it over his shoulders. "It's a specially made drink the women of Hyrkania give their men to aid their organs in replenishing their seed."

Octorius' jaw dropped. "Wh-what?"

The Champion grinned. "It's a famous aphrosodiac. Quite effective too. Haven't you noticed while you and Yana are going at it that you're cockstands are more numerous and your spends more powerful?"

Octorius' face flushed. "Well, yeah, now that you mention it." Ruefully he lifted a bottle from the bucket he carried and held it out to the Champion. 

"And if that's the case," he said, as the larger man opened the bottle and took a healthy drink, "why haven't you been swilling it down the last week?"

The Champion smacked his lips and grinned at Octorius. "As fine as I remember it." Then he looked at Octorius and shrugged. "Well I don't really need it."

Now Octorius grinned. "Ach, you should have seen your face when you came out of this tent. Now the girl, on the other hand, was the picture of delight. Had a spring in her step, she did."

"A healthy fuck will do that for a girl." the Champion said. "She spent about 15 times." "And you?"

The Champion laughed. "3 times. I wanted to stop at two, but she insisted on showing off her talented mouth."

"So she had a spring in her step, but on the other hand, you...." and here Octorius staggered around the tent drunkenly, his eyes squinting. 

"Oh knock it off." the Champion said, nonplussed. 

"Come now, man. It's obvious to a warrior!" Octorious said, suddenly serious. "There was an attempt on your life in the castle yon the past week, and bedding these gorgeous sluts every night has exhausted you! Seven down, fourteen more to go, and another few days of this you'll not be fit to hold a sword! And who knows what kind of assassins and witches might be in hiding around here!"

"Will you stop worrying?" the Champion said brusquely. "I'm fine. I could be getting more sleep, it's true, but this has got to be done. I can sleep for days on the ships once we launch."

Octorius snorted. "Stuck on one of those ships for 4 weeks with 28 gorgeous women? Hah, none of us will be doin' much sleepin', I'll warrent."

The Champion took another healthy swig of the Kindarian wine, draining the bottle and tossed it aside. 

"We'll we've got a full day's work ahead of us." he said, heading out of the tent and making his way away from the castle and down towards the road leading to the center of the town. Octorius followed. 

Selvinus joined them on the road, and soon the three of them passed through the town of Balmouth and stood before the docks, where the cream of the vaunted Brythunian navy could be seen.

300 warships bobbed and weaved with the tide, and hundreds of soldiers bustled like ants running to and fro, dragging crates of supplies up the gangplanks, or swarming over the masts and sails, adjusting the riggings.

As the Champion and his companions came to a stop near the docks main gatehouse, a large man with a wooden leg wearing the uniform of a high ranking Brythunian admiral stepped out and threw him a salute.

"What news?" the Champion said, returning the salute.

"Well I can change my last estimate for the better." the admiral reported. "Got a new division in from Jundland and those northern boys were ready to go to work. I can knock a whole day off the schedule. We'll be ready to sail in 15 days, not 16."

"That's if nothing else comes up." Selvinus put in. "Something always goes wrong on something like this."

The admiral nodded. "First time we've ever tried anything like this. Can't complain about how's it's gone, though. It's been amazing to see armies from Brythnia, Hyrkania, Jundland, Gonbor and other countries all working together like this."

"Thank you, Admiral Belkus." the Champion said. "Now if I could see the manifest for the supplies for those 14 Jundland ships that were just added to the armada......"

And at that moment the Champion was interrupted by the sound of hard-ridden horse bearing down on the party.

Turning, he beheld a horse being ridden expertly around the crates covering the dock, closing at almost a full gallop. On it's back sat a hooded rider in a purple cloak. 

A magnificent animal, it was a large black stallion, with a flowing mane, one of the largest horses the Champion had ever seen, and he had seen plenty. 

As the rider drew closer, Selvinus and Octorious stepped in front of the champion, their blades whispering from their sheaths.

"Not necessary." the Champion said, as the two men looked back at him over their shoulders, their faces uncertain. 

"This rider is steeped in white magic, not black, and..........it's a girl."

As the party watched, the rider deftly heeled the stallion to a stop just feet from them and vaulted lightly over it's back, to land with a nimble skipping jump and then come to a stop before them. A brown-gloved hand swept up to throw back the hood.......

And the face of a stunningly gorgeous girl was revealed, along with a wild, flowing mane of auburn hair. Her eyes, which were a brilliant green, flashed at them as she strode forward, and her eyes lingered on the face of the Champion as Selvinus and Octorious hurriedly got out of her way. 

Tall for a girl, she came up to to the height of the Champion's eyes, whereas most women came up only to his shoulder. He gazed back down at her and for a long moment neither spoke. 

Then he held up a hand and she put her own gloved hand in his. 

"Toritinus Heleviticus Crixus, I presume?" the Champion said, raising her hand and kissing it in the formal fashion.

"Well yes, that IS her." Octorious mumbled. 

"Didn't know she could ride like that." Selvinus muttered.

"Amazing lady." Admiral Belkus offered, not able to take his eyes from the generous swelling over the girl's chest that even her riding cloak couldn't conceal. 

"You have the advantage of me, sir." the Mage said with a smile that revealed dazzlingly white teeth. "Everyone everywhere knows of the Champion. It's an honor to finally meet you.  You can call me Tori."

"So......Tori. Why did you just ride like a madwoman through an entire pier full of cargo to see us this fine morning?"

The beautiful girl arched an eyebrow. "Ah. Right to the point. Good. I like that." She turned and pointed to the hills to the East. "I was crystal gazing this morning and beheld a fell omen coming from the East. Farther down the coast, along the rocky crags, a ship that reeked of death. A black crow filled my vision, and in his eyes the ankh, the sign of....."

"The Witches of Nin!" Selvinus finished with a shudder. 

"I thought you should know at once." Tori said simply.

"You thought well." The Champion turned and looked out over the harbor, scratching his jaw thoughtfully. "Could they have already discerned my plan? Have they sailed early? Or could this just be a scouting party?"

"Only one way to find out." Selvinus said. "I'll fetch the horses!"

"And I'll be coming with you!" Tori said, a firmness in her voice that brooked no argument and she looked up at the Champion with a bit of a challenge in her green eyes. 

"Glad to have you." he said. "After watching to ride like that, I guess I don't have to ask if you can keep up with three mounted warriors."

"Actually," the girl said as she strode over to where the big black stallion pawed the wooden planks of the pier restlessly, "the real question is, can the three of you keep up with ME?"

The Champion came over and stood next her and the stallion snorted, turning it's head sideways to have a look at the large human that now stood close to it's mistress.

"A fine animal." he said. "What's his name?"

"Charger!" Tori said proudly. "Isn't he magnificent!?"

Indeed he was. The black stallion was just as large as Xerxes, the horse that the Champion had ridden for the past 5 years, a red stallion with a white patterned face. 

Tori looked up at the Champion as she patted the stallion's nose. "You're probably wondering why a girl has been chosen to be Brythunia's royal mage, aren't you?"

"I confess the news came as a bit of a surprise." the Champion said diplomatically while behind him Octorious rolled his eyes. 

"Well I was chosen by Geoffinus himself!" the girl said somewhat defensively. "It's true I'm young and I'm still learning, but I'm already a very good mage!"

"I believe you, lass." the Champion said honestly. 

"Look!" Tori said, reaching up onto the saddle and pulling forth a cloth-wrapped object. She folded back the cloth and revealed the sword with the blue blade and the silver glowing handle that had been carried by the assassin in the Princess' room. 

"I've tested this blade, and I have figured out how to render it harmless to you! Though of course, it would still kill a normal person!"

Taking the sword from her, the Champion held it by the handle, and then as everyone watched, drew a finger of his other hand down the razor sharp blade. There was no cut.

Turning, the Champion handed the sword to Octorious. "If you please." he said.

"Why certainly!" the squat warrior said, and took the sword and swung it at the arm the Champion held up. The big warrior suddenly tensed the muscles in that arm as the sword made contact with his forearm, and the blade shattered into many little pieces that fell to the ground with a clatter. 

Turning back to the girl, who stood with wide open mouth and looking at him with disbelieving eyes, the Champion smiled.

"Impressive work, lass."

Finally the girl found her voice. "A.....are you INSANE!!!" she yelled, stamping the wooden pier with her little foot. "What if some of the magic still resided in it, not enough to give you a cut on a finger, but enough to hack your bloody arm off!!!"

"But it didn't!" the Champion said with a wink. He had sensed from the moment that the girl handed him the blade that all the magic had indeed been drained from it. "I trusted your work, girl."

Staring ruefully at the pieces of the sword that lay on the pier as Octorious turned and threw the now useless handle into the ocean, Tori ran a hand through her red hair. 

"Oh, bother! I was hoping to do more tests on that blade. Maybe figure out what made the steel turn blue."

The Champion laughed as Selvinus came trotting up with the horses. "Well the dead man we took that sword from claimed there were others like himself after me. So it could be you'll get some new toys to play with ere long, girl."

The party set out from Balmouth, heading to the East towards the hills that sat there. The Champion noted that Tori indeed had no trouble keeping up with three seasoned warriors who were accustomed to moving fast.

One one steep hill with rocky crags facing the ocean on one side, and the treeline of a great forest on the other, Tori drew up and pointed. 

"This is the area that I saw in my vision. I'm certain of it. The boat was just on the other side making a landing further down the beach."

"Well, let's have a look, shall we?"

Since the hill was too steep for the horses to move comfortably, the party left them tethered to a tree and started up the hill on foot. 

It was hard going, and when they were halfway up Octorious and Selvinus were already sweating and panting, while Tori and the Champion moved to the front, leading the way.

Suddenly Tori stopped. "That's funny. I could swear I heard a horse whinny just now."

The Champion looked up the hill, where at the top a line of dense trees obscured his vision. "If there's a horse up there, girl, it's not a wild one. Get behind me!"

Suddenly six black-clad horsemen burst from the treeline and bore down on them. All wore armor, and carried lances, which they dipped in unison as they thundered down upon the party. 

With a sweep of his arm the Champion knocked Tori to the ground and stepped in front of her prone body even as he drew his broadsword. To his left and right Octorious and Selvinus drew their own weapons, each man dropping into a crouch. 

"What do we..." Selvinus started to ask.

"At my signal, drop and roll to your outside shoulder." the Champion said, his voice even and unafraid even though now the group of horsemen were but a scant 25 yards away. 

Then just as the lances came abreast of them the two men dropped and rolled, while the Champion, instead of dropping himself, gauged the distance with a practiced eye and then deflected the lance aimed at his chest and sidestepped while chopping down at the same instant as the horses hurtled by him. 

Five horses continued on down the hill, but the one in the middle let out shriek of agony as it's forelegs came off and it flew up and over the prostrate Tori to land headfirst, throwing it's mail-clad rider with great force more than 30 yards further down the hill. 

In a flash the Champion raced past Tori, and with hardly a pause, ended the shuddering animal's agony with a quick thrust that found it's heart. 

As Selvinus and Octorious got shakily to their feet, the Champion reached the downed knight, who had gotten to his own feet and was starting to draw his sword. However, it seemed to have become stuck in it's scabbard.

The other knights were still trying to arrest the downward momentum of their horses and swing them around for a charge up the hill.

Seeing the bucket-shaped helmet was up and looking towards him, the Champion suspected that the foe was only pretending to be having trouble drawing his sword. A ruse common to the Shorinju Master Assassins of Nepalia, who lured pursuers close by pretending to have a stuck sword, and then executed them with a sudden draw, the Champion was quite familiar with it. 

Pretending to fall for it, he used a lure of his own, raising his sword high above his head and letting out a yell as he bore down the last few steps, as if looking to step right up and cleave his foe from crown to crotch. 

Sure enough, as he made the last step and started to bring his sword down, his armored foe suddenly dropped into a crouch and drew his 'stuck' sword with blazing speed, and had the Champion truly attempted a downward slash he would have been cut in two by the two and a half feet of razor sharp steel in the assassin's hands. Assuming of course, that the blade could cut him. The Champion had already determined in every fight not to trust his immortal flesh but instead to treat every attack as if his foe's weapons could kill him. 

Instead of slashing downward with the sword however, what the Champion did was drop the point of his broadsword straight down towards his foot so that the assassin's blade was not only blocked, it was rebounded away, causing the attacker to lose his balance and stagger. 

Even as he tried to bring his blade back around to block the strike he could see developing as the Champion brought his blade back up over his head the black clad foe knew he was doomed, and the futile scream that started from inside the helmet was abruptly cut off as the Champion's broadsword split through it and the head inside it. 

Even as the body fell, already twitching in it's death throes as he pulled his sword free, the Champion's gaze went to the group of horses at the base of the hill. Having regrouped, the riders were spurring them for a charge up the hill. 




The Champion Ch. 04



Selvinus and Octorious were at his elbow then.

"Nice chop there, lad." Octorious huffed. 

The Champion grinned. He was over 3,000 years old, while Octorious had yet to see 40 summers, and yet he still affected a role as a father figure to the youthful-looking warrior he followed. 

"Which one?" he asked, then shot a quick glance over his shoulder to where Tori was getting to her feet.

"Stay there, lass! We'll handle this lot!"

An oath suddenly sounded in his ear, and the Champion turned to find Octorious looking down at the ground, his face ashen. 

"Ah FUCK, not this shit again."

Following his gaze, the Champion saw that the sword his defeated foe had just dropped....had a blue blade with a handle that emitted a silver glow. 

Feeling a coldness in the pit of his stomach, the Champion looked up and slitted his eyes in fury. More assassins sent by the Witches of Nin, with their enchanted weapons! How right he had been to treat his foe as a real threat!

"I hate to ask this again," Selvinus said as they watched the horses start back up the hill, the riders holding their lances at an angle, "but what do we do now? I've a feeling that rolling on the ground trick won't work twice."

The Champion laughed. "No, it won't. That will only work when they are going downhill and can't stop. This time, they are going so slow we should be able to block their lances and get in close. Unhorse one man each on this pass. Kill him quickly and then down to the base of the hill, but don't go out onto the level ground. Ready?"

Both of his companions nodded grimly. With the inordinate calm that only those who have faced death many times have, they watched the oncoming line of horses bear down on them for the second time in less than a minute. 

Then the riders were upon them, and Octorious and Selvinus deftly used their weapons to knock the lancetips aside; Octorious with his broadaxe and Selvinus with his short sword. Quickly dropping their weapons, the two men pulled their surprised attackers from their horses. 

The Champion had his sword ready, and the man in Octorious' grasp was so busy struggling to free himself that he didn't notice the brawny mustachioed warrior was swinging him around......

And then the point of the Champion's sword went up into his stomach just below the navel, and then ripped upward into his vitals, cutting his lungs and ribcage asunder. 

"GAAAAGHHH!!!!" 

A torrent of dark red blood splashed from under the helmet's chinstrap even as Octorius threw the disembowled man aside. 

Turning, the Champion and Octorious saw that Selivnus was faring less well with his attacker. The man had one arm free and had belted the smaller warrior in the face, starting blood from his nose and a cut over his eye. The free hand now darted to his belt as Selvinus struggled to take him down, and then a knife came free, starting to come up for the scar-faced man's throat.....

Then the Champion's sword made a wide arc through the air, and the mailed attacker's free arm flew off at the shoulder joint to cartwheel in the air and landed a good 15 feet away. 

As the disarmed man shrieked in agony, Selvinus finally succeeded in hooking his legs from under him and then as the downed knight raised his remaining good arm futilely in an attempt to block, Octorious, who had quickly retreived his axe, raised it high................ 

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

THUNK!

The sharp axe cut through both the arm and the helmet behind it, cleaving both in two. 

A female scream suddenly caused the three warriors to turn from their downed foes to confront the sight of Tori attempting to run away from one of the mounted knights as he bore down on her. The other two knights sat on their horses between the Champion and his companions and the mage and her pursuer. 

"Damn them!" the Champion spat. He cursed himself for having told the girl to stay where she was. It would have been better for her to run for the safety of the treeline. The only consolation was that the knight bearing down on the girl had his lance up; apparently he was after a hostage, not a kill. 

Picking up a shield one of the still-twitching corpses on the ground had dropped, the Champion sprinted forward to meet the waiting horsemen. Unseen by them behind the shield, he drew a long serrated knife from his swordbelt and held it in his shieldhand.

Behind him came Selvinus and Octorious, though with their shorter legs and mortal strength they lagged behind the charging giant. 

Both of the mounted warriors dropped their lances and drew their swords, as behind them the pursuing knight managed to knock the scrambling Tori to the ground with his horse and then jumped off the animal's back, scooping the girl up and throwing her over his shoulder. 

Tori's abductor was just settling himself back in the saddle of his horse when the Champion reached the two waiting knights. Just as the nearest one raised his sword and prepared to strike downward the Champion let out a roar, dropped his sword, threw the long knife from his shieldhand to his now free hand, and in one powerful motion threw it right into the visor of the knight's helmet. 

Stiffening in the surprise and shock of his totally unexpected and excruciatingly painful death, the knight raised a tentative hand up to the knife's handle as a torrent of thick blood spurted past it, then sagged forward and rolled from the horses' back, landing on the ground facefirst, which drove the knife into his cranial cavity even further. 

Sparing a quick glance towards where Tori was in the grasp of her abductor, the Champion let out an oath as he saw the knight now bearing her up the hill towards the treeline. 

"After him!!!" he roared to his companions as they chugged up to him at last. "Follow the girl, I'll deal with this last bastard."

As Selvinus and Octorious looked at each other helplessly as they gasped for breath, then turned and resolutely continued up the hill, the Champion swung up onto the riderless horse and turned, brandishing his sword at the other knight, who still sat on this horse just a few yards away. 

"That's right." The Champion said, reading the mail-clad foes' indecision. "Turn to go after my friends and I'll take you from behind."

As his two companions disappeared into the trees, the Champion saw this last remaining knight clutch at his drawn sword uncertainly. 

"Looked like a sure thing, did it?" the bronzed man said, walking the horse a step closer. "A small party on foot. No armor. No long weapons. You're all mail-clad, with lances, coming at us from uphill."

He moved the horse another step closer. 

"You got overconfident, and you've paid for it. Four of you down and dead, now you're looking at a foe mounted same as you, and unless you toss your sword on the ground, you're next."

"You'd spare my life." the helmeted rider suddenly said, his voice deep. "But the Witches wouldn't."

Suddenly spurring his horse forward, the man chopped at the Champion's throat, and the large man leaned back in the saddle, letting the blade tip go by a scant two inches from his throat. Mindful that the blue blade really would cut him if it connected, the Champion waited until the attacker was gathering himself for a back-swing and then plunged the tip of his sword into the gap between his foe's chestplate and his armpit. 

As the other man howled in agony, the Champion rammed the entire length of the broadsword into him to the hilt. With two and a half feet of cold steel piercing his vitals, the assassin shuddered, shat himself, and then sat on his horse, blood streaming from his mouth and side as he began twitching in his death throes. 

The Champion pulled his sword free and watched the man-becoming corpse topple to the ground where he lay on the green grass, jerking and writhering in his last motions. 

Gathering up two more of the riderless horses that milled about, the Champion set off into the woods at last, looking to catch up with his companions. 

He quickly found them floundering in the woods, totally lost.

"Remind me to never count on you two fellows to track me if I ever get lost." the Champion said as the other two men panted before him, out of breath and embarassed.

"Never claimed to be much of a woodsman!" Octorious wheezed. 

"I told you we should have followed that trail next to the brook, but oh no, you had a hunch...." Selvinus panted. 

"All right, enough of that. Let's try to pick up the trail. The longer we take to get on this assassin's trail, the farther he's going to get away with Tori."

Mounting the horses the Champion had brought with him, the three men spent two hours scouring the woods for sign of recent passage by a horseman. 

Finally the crested a rise and found themselves looking miles and miles of dense forest before them. 

"Ah fuck!" Selvinus spat. "This Hodarian Forest that lies on the border between Brythnia and Gonbor spans over two days ride. And that's at it's narrowest point."

With a curse Octorius slapped his thigh. "We've lost him. He's away in these woods with the lass for a hostage and it could take days to find him."

The Champions face was dark with repressed fury. He was mad at himself for his tactical mistake during the first charge of the horsemen, and was praying desperately that the beautiful young lady wouldn't pay dearly for his stupidity. 

He came around on his horse to face his two companions.

"You two go back to the city and form a search party. I'll try to find the dog myself. I'll mark the trail so you shouldn't have much trouble picking me up again."

Octorious started to protest, but the bronzed giant was having none of it. Soon the other two men were spurring their horses down the trail back towards Balmouth while the Champion forged on ahead. 

******************************************

Miles ahead in the forest, the sole remaining black knight held Tori in front of him on his saddle. A bruise swelled in one corner of her mouth, for she had tried to jump off a few miles back and the man had thwarted her easily and then rewarded her with a clout from his mailed fist. 

He spoke not a word to her over the long miles, concentrating on putting as much ground between himself and the pursuers he knew would be coming. When night fell he moved more slowly, but not by much. By the time the sun crested the hills they had covered over 25 miles of dense forest. 

All day long they rode, only stopping when the warrior needed to drink from his canteen or to relieve himself. He watched the girl carefully each time as she to relieved herself, but he offered her no water even when she pleaded for it. 

The sun had set over the Western Hills when at last the horseman trotted into a small glade with a tiny brook bubbling through it. Carefully looking around, the man gave a satisfied grunt and then threw the girl to the ground. Weary and exhausted from the long travel with no food or water, she could barely stand, so escape was out of the question. 

Still, she managed to drag herself to the brook and drank deeply as the black knight took the saddle off of the horse and began making camp. He built a fire and tethered the horse next to the brook where it could drink. As Tori watched apprehensively, the man reached up and undid the straps that held his bucket-shaped helmet in place. 

To her surprise, the helmet was removed to reveal the ruggedly handsome face of a man with corn yellow hair. He looked to be around 20 years old, and he grinned when he saw the girl looking at him. 

As she looked on with increasing nervousness, the man took off everything else. When his last remaining article of clothing was removed, a huge, 12" erection sprang up to stand proudly against his stomach. 

"Thought I was ignoring you, huh wench?" he spoke at last, putting his hands on his hips and staring down proudly at his cock. "Well as you can see, I've been giving you some thought."

He came and stood over her as she shrank back. "Well my 5 brothers all fell, but the Witches that wait up the coast will be delighted to see what I've brung them. After I've enjoyed myself a time or two, that is."

Then he was atop her and she was too weak from hunger to fight him off. One by one her clothes were removed, and before long the handsome rapist knelt atop a equisitely naked young girl. 

When she bit his arm, he pulled back and placed his forearm across her throat. "Don't you fight me girl, or it will not go well with you." 

He leaned in close as she gagged. "What's that? Say that again? Oh, you'd like to keep on breathing, would you? You didn't realize how important a steady supply of air was, and now you do? Well all right then!"

And he took his forearm off her throat. As she gasped for breath, he reached down, put his cock-tip at her opening, and moved onto her and into her. 

"Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!" he sighed, as he felt his entire cock instantly engulfed by the heated passageway of her tight womb. Hot, but not wet. 

Tori groaned from the pain. She'd never had an organ quite this big inside of her, and her previous lovers had been gentle with her, and her cunt had oiled itself copiously for them. For this brutal rapist however, she was as dry as a bone, and it hurt to have such a big cock plunging it's way in and out of her. 

She gazed up at him tearfully with her big green eyes as he rode her roughly, totally focused on his own pleasure and not caring what pain he gave her. In fact, her distress only spurred him on. 

His lust built, and built, and after a few minutes he let out a loud groan and stiffened atop her, and she closed her eyes and shivered as he pumped her full of his hot seed. 

He collapsed atop her, resting and covered with sweat. She lay beneath him, her hands resting lightly on his back, her legs cradeling his. 

Finally he lifted his head and looked down at her. 

"Pretty good fuck you are, girl." he said. "Might keep you around for awhile before I give you to the Witches. Next time move a little bit more, though."

Then he lifted himself off of her, and moved to the saddlebags, where he began rummaging around in it. As he spread out a blanket on the ground, he didn't see Tori move slowly to where her clothes lay in a pile and stick her hand in one of the pockets and pull it back out quickly. 

With his swordbelt next to him, the man lay down on the blanket, and gestured to the girl. "Come here."

She moved too slowly for him and he made an oath and drew a dagger from his swordbelt. "Right now, woman! If I have to get up and go over there I'll bruise that pretty face again."

Moving faster, Tori dropped to her hands and knees next to him, praying her captor would not notice the small brown pouch clutched between the fingers of one of her hands. 

His organ was up again, and pulsing against his belly. "Take that in your mouth, girl. Do a good job and I'll put in a good word for you with the witches. Do a bad job, I'll cut your throat and leave you here."

Seizing her head with one hand, he straightned out his penis with the other and forced her mouth down onto it.

"Ohhhhhh yes!" he groaned as he felt his upstanding cock dissappear between her lips. He moved her head up and down with his hands and then let go. She stayed still, and he let out an oath.

"Suck it as if your life depends on it bitch...." and here he held the edge of the blade close to her throat, "because it DOES!"

With a load sigh, Tori began moving her mouth on his erection, and he felt her tongue beginning to swipe and her hands moved to carress his ballocks. The man sighed and lolled his head back. 

"Ah, that's better girl! A beauty like you, I was sure you've had a man's organ in your mouth before, and I was right! Aaaaaahhhh!!!!"

He grinned as he watched the beautiful naked redhead pump her mouth rapidly up and down his cock. 

"Yator is my name girl, but you can call me 'Master!'" he laughed. "The Witches will probably impale you, but with a mouth like that you could buy yourself some time and live longer!"

Unknown to the talkative Yator, the little brown pouch Tori had pulled from her clothes now lay near one of his hips, hidden in the grass. 

Having been first in her class at the Balmouth Pleasure School, Tori had sucked off more than 100 men in the four years since she had come of age. Now she used all of her training on Yator's twitching cock, pleasuring him intensely and sending thrill after thrill surging through that big flesh-spike, but all with a purpose in mind. 

For three intense minutes Yator writhed around and groaned on the blanket as the pretty girl sucking his cock fought to hold him still. 

At last, he threw his head to one side and let out a loud yell when Tori triggered his orgasm, and she lifted her mouth up off his cock, pumping it with one of her hands as big, thick jets of hot milky semen sprayed up forcefully into the air. 

So lost was he in the intense pleasure of his spend, thowing his head from side to side and screwing his eyes shut, that Yator didn't notice that Tori only stroked his spurting organ with one hand. Her other hand moved down to where the small pouch lay, and picked it up, deftly untying it and scooping out it's contents. 

The huge bursts of seed spraying up from that big penis hit Tori right in the face, splattering her chin, hanging up in her hair, or shooting off over her head to land on her back.

When it was over and the big cock in her hand ceased it's powerful spasms, the blonde warrior writhed on the ground, fighting for breath and grinning down at the girl who still milked his cock with her strong fingers. The hand that held the knife was now down on the blanket, held loosely, forgotten.

"AAaaaaaaahhhh! Oh, what a fine spend that was! One of the best I ever had, girl!"

"Well good! Tori said, giving him a beautific smile as his milky semen dripped from her chin and hair. "Because it was your last one!"

And with that she held up what she had in her free hand, a brown powder that sat as a fine dust on her upturned palm. Hot semen still dripping from her lips, she leaned forward quickly and blew powerfully, sending the dust right into Yator's widened eyes. 

As the naked warrior howled in agony, his eyes suddenly feeling as if they were on fire, he dropped the knife and slapped his hands over his eyelids. 

Quick as a cat, Tori snatched up the knife, took his still erect cock in her other hand, and with a single expert slash.... she cut off his penis and tossed it into the fire..

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!!!!"

Tori leapt back as a fountain of blood spurted up high from the bloody stalk, and Yator began jerking around, the sheer agony of his eyes now coupled with the explosion of excruciating pain in his crotch. 

"You BITCH!!!! I'll kill you!!!" Jumping up, the blinded, and now cockless assassin stumbled around the glade, stepping in the fire and tripping over his saddle. One hand he held to his burning eyes, while with the other he sought to stauch the flow of thick red blood that spurted rhythmically from the small stalk where just a moment before a proud, 12" penis had been. 

"You'll rape no more women, you bastard!" she spat as she watched him turn towards the sound of her voice. "I've seen to that!"

She should have stayed silent, for even in his weakened condition, he was still a highly trained warrior, and pretending to lunge to the left of her like a drunken blind man, he suddenly swept her feet out from under her and jumped atop her. 

She brought the knife up but the angle was no good, it just pierced the skin over his shoulder and he angrily slapped it away, sending the knife skidding along the ground next to the fire. Then his big hands closed around her slender throat and she gagged, her own hands covering his, trying to pull at the strong fingers that were cutting off her air. 




The Champion Ch. 04



"Now you witch, I slowly squeeze the life out of you with my bare hands!!!!"

Though they were now yellow encrusted and bloodshot, she saw that he could now see somewhat out of his rapidly blinking eyes. He leaned close and leered at her.

"Yes, I can see some, lassie. Though my eyes burn like someone is holding flames to them, I can see that pretty face of yours! Those big sexy green eyes all big and tearing up as you realize you're about to die! Hah hah!!"

Tori kicked futiley, but it was no use. She fought to remain conscious, fighting the blackness. His grip was growing tighter....and tighter........

And then it was gone. 

With a loud gasp for air the young mage lifted her head and found Yator being lifted off of her. His eyes were bulging and his mouth was open but no sound came out. Then she realized that around his neck was a biceps and forearm of immense proportions. Then the Champions face appeared over Yator's head, and he grinned down at the girl. 

"Not a moment too soon, eh?" Then his grin vanished as he saw the white semen that still dripped from her face. 

"FUCK!!!!" the Champion roared. Then he leaned in close and whispered into the ear of the man who struggled weakly in his iron grasp, held completely immobilized by the larger man's expert chokehold.

"You raping bastard! Can you guess what comes next? You like to strangle little girls to death eh? Now you can see what that's like!"

A muffled whimper sounded from the trapped man's throat, and then the Champion began squeezing in earnest. 

Tori turned her head away, wiping at her mouth as feet away Yator wheezed and struggled as the Champion slowly strangled him. 

More than 30 seconds went by as the Champion slowly kept the naked assassin just on the edge of consciousness, letting him think over the fact that he was about to die as the long moments dragged on.

Then with a final piteous choking whimper the muscular assassin's arms went limp. The Champion didn't move, however, and kept squeezing. 

Several long seconds passed, and then Yator's body began writhering and jerking involuntarily, and a loud squelching sound filled the air as the dying man shit himself. 

The Champion threw the corpse aside with disgust and then leaned down and picked up the now crying girl. 

"There there, lass, it's all right. He won't hurt you again." He carried the naked mage over to the fire and sat her down on the saddle, and as she sniffled and fought to regain her composure he covered her with the blanket he pulled from the ground. 

Pulling a ram's horn from his belt, the Champion put it to his lips and gave it a strong blow, the blast reverberating through the forest around them. Then the quickly found Tori's clothes and brought them to her.

"Put something in his eyes, did you?" he asked gently as he helped her dress, trying to take his mind off the fact that despite the situation, the sight of her gloriously naked form had caused his penis to lengthen inside his breeches. A hard 3 days chase it had been, and after the feast of feminine companionship the previous week the few days of famine had given his organ time to fully recuperate, and now it began pulsing insistently against his thigh.

"Vordrakian root powder." Tori said as she stood before him now as he put her cloak on and adjusted it around her shoulders. "It's for stoking a fire when you do magic, and I had some in one of my pockets. But I knew if it got in someone's eyes......"

And then she crushed herself to him, crying, loud sobs filling the glade as the Champion put his arms around her and held her tenderly, letting her get it out. 

At that moment Octorious, Selvinus and some men in the armor of the Brythunian Horse Guard burst into the clearing on their horses. 

"Ho! Got the bastard I see!" Octorious called as he swung down, going immediately to the naked corpse near the fire. "Shit himself, did he? Hah! Some warrior! And, by the Gods.......he's the twin of the man you killed in the Princess' room not a fortnight ago!"

As Tori clung to him, the Champion moved to the body, which Octorious had rudely kicked face up with his foot. 

Selvinus let out an oath. "If I didn't know better, Lord, I'd swear that was the same fellow who's neck you broke."

"H-he said," Tori ventured, fighting to keep her voice calm, "that it was his brothers you killed yesterday on the hill."

"Maybe that's why they all look alike. Somethin' for us to check when we go past those other dead men on the way back to town." Octorious and Selvinus picked up the body and threw it over a horse. 

"Selvinus, you and the Guardsmen take Tori back to town under guard."

"No!!!" Tori protested, hugging him closer to her. "I want to stay with you!"

The Champion hugged her back. "You'll be fine. I have some things to do. You need to be home surrounded by friends, girl. Where I go, there are no friends."

The Champion kissed the sobbing girl on the forehead and watched Selvinus and an armored knight lead her away. 

"Quite a fright she had." the Champion said as Octorious, after catching hold of his horse by the reins, came over to him. "He raped her and no doubt was intending to get rid of her soon because she slowed him down."

"Fucking barbarian." Octorius muttered. "Even when at war Brythunia doesn't tolerate raping the women captives. 

"I wish many other countries were as enlightened as that." Turning the Champion headed back to where he had tethered his horse deeper into the woods. "What a mess things have become."

Behind them, Selvinus and the Balmouth knights formed a ring around Tori as she sat on Charger, whom they had brought with them, and moved off through the woods. 

"Why say you that?" Octorious asked as he trailed the larger man. 

"Three days lost on this chase, another two at least to return to Balmouth, and then there will only be 10 days until we sail." The Champion sighed as he reached his horse. Octorious had already swung to the back of his own mount.

"Oh, you mean those gorgeous wenches back at the castle? You had 14 to go and now only 10 days to test them? Tell you what, I'll fuck some of them for you. Would that help?"

The Champion laughed as he swung onto the back of his horse. "Thanks for the offer, but no."

"Oh well, Yana probably wouldn't let me anyway." Octorious groused as they cantered off in the direction of Balmouth, now a good two days ride off. 

"Southron girls are like that." the Champion said. "They see a man they like, and they instantly adopt him practically as a member of the family."

"Had some experience with them, have you?" Octorious prodded. 

"Well, does having fucked around 500 of them count?" the Champion laughed. 

"Hmmmphhh!" was all Octorious replied, and then the two men put their horses to a gallop once they found the road and took off at a fast pace.  



The Champion Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - A Pleasant Contest

With the Mage Tori safely berthed within Balmouth Castle itself, still recovering from her ordeal with the help of the King's own physicians and the constant attention of Queen Matilda and Princess Freyda, the Champion turned his attention back to the two pressing tasks that faced him:

Preparing the armada in the harbor for the coming invasion of the Emerald Isle to counter the Witches of Nin's own planned invasion of the Eastern Kingdoms, and putting the gorgeous beauties sent by the 4 Kingdoms to the test with his big cock! 

The first night back the ritual of drawing straws commenced, the 21 young women who had yet to be fucked by him eagerly assembling themselves in the castle's main dining room. Since the testing had begun 10 nights past, the seven ladies already privileged to have shared his bed has been quite free in describing his sexual prowess to their compatriots, so much so that each girl's determination to get his organ up inside her had only increased. 

True cocksmen were rare indeed, and highly trained courtesans such as themselves knew it. Women of surpassing beauty such as they were used to men that were scarcely big boys, who mounted them roughly, thrust briefly, spurted and then had done with it. Their overwhelming gorgeousness actually worked against them when it came to their own pleasure, for men became so excited their seed fairly sprang from them early practically upon touching them!

Not so with this man! Not only did he not spurt quickly, once he did spurt, only after an hour or more of sweaty, intense, unbelievable fuckery, he considered that just to be the first course of a coming meal that would last until dawn! 

Rickichi swore she'd made his big penis spray out it's heated semen 5 times during their long night of pleasure together, and at first many of the other girls doubted it, much to the golden-skinned beauty's consternation. And then Elle claimed the same thing! In her womb twice, up her ass twice and down her throat once had that handsome giant's big pulsing member powerfully and generously discharged his hot male loin-syrup! 

What really excited all the other girls yet remaining to share his bed, however, was their description of their own orgasms during their lovemaking with the Champion. It was a sad fact of life that they, who were in the profession of pleasuring men, often received not nearly as much pleasure as they gave their clients. Many times a girl of breath-taking beauty such as Danae or Frigga would coax many a spectacular ejaculatory explosion from their partner.......and never even come close to spending themselves. 

Each girl fucked by the Champion had breathlessly told others about the intense, body-quaking spends they had enjoyed in his arms. Dear Gods, they swore they orgasmed so many times they lost count. Danae ventured that it might have been 12 times, she lost count after number 4 and things got hazy. Asta and Frigga claimed not to remember, only testifying that they clung to him desperately drowning in pleasure the entire night long. Elle said she counted her spends up to number 6 and then gave up, figuring she wasn't going to survive the night, so exhausted was she from the sweet, beautiful agony of those intense contractions. 

Gretta, Destarte, Yana and Sung Hi realized in awe that the stories that surrounded this man didn't even come close to doing him justice as a cocksman. Excitedly discussing it among themselves in their tents during the day, they came to the conclusion that a man such as he, being immortal and over 3,000 years old, having bedded thousands of women in that span of time it was no mystery that he would know exactly how to drive a woman to the heights of pleasure and keep her there. 

So that first night upon the Champion's return, all 21 of them yet remaining pressed forward eagerly to take the straws from his big, proffered hand as he gazed out over their assembled company appreciatively. 

The Champion well knew what a lucky man he was as his eyes traveled over the assembled girls. Many of them had spent the entire day preparing themselves for this night, in the hopes that it was their turn to get their shapely buttocks pounded deeply into the soft furs of his bed. They were more exquisitely beautiful than usual, with their hair perfectly done, their faces shining with expertly applied makeup, and their voluptuous forms clothed in their best finery. 

That first night back it was Sung Hi who picked 11th, and drew forth the short straw. With a beautiful smile she threw her arms around the Champion's next and kissed him as once again the losers of the contest shrank back in bitter disappointment , a disappointment that was especially keen in the hearts of Yana, Destarte and Gretta. Sung Hi was the first leader of a delegation to be chosen at last, while the other 3 would have to keep chafing and impatiently waiting their turn. 

They all watched him carry the raven-haired, golden-skinned beauty from the room, heading for the tent where they would spend the night, and then the assembled company in the dining room dispersed. 

Sung Hi had clothed herself in her finest purple silken dress; within moments of entering the Champion's tent, it lay thrown to the floor, forgotten as she stood before him totally naked as the day she was born. 

As the Champion smiled at her and slowly divested himself of his own clothing, the girl watched him hungrily, cupping her high, conical breasts, turning to give him a magnificent view of her stunning buttocks. 

His organ, when his breeches whispered to the floor, was already half erect and pointing outward. 

Her eyes latched onto that growing member, and she smiled upon seeing it at last. 

The came together over their pile of discarded clothing, their lips meeting as if pulled by magnetism, their hands immediately running over each other, sliding, pressing, squeezing, fondling. 

She gasped in his mouth as his big hands slid down the bowed inward curve of her supple back only to flare outward over the rounded curves of her buttocks,and he squeezed them hard, his palms pressing that succulent ass-flesh. 

"Please...please my Lord...." she gasped as they kissed. "This first time, I would make you the gift my mouth!" 

His lips formed a smile while still pressed fervidly against hers. He well knew the pride the courtesans of the Hyrkanian Kingdom took in their oral skills; ancient artwork in that kingdom dating back 5,000 years showed kings consorts and harem girls mouthing organs with exquisite skill. Over 5,000 years of rich, sensual lore did the courtesan trainers of the kingdom have to draw on when it came to teaching their young charges how to pleasure men with their mouths. 

It was a common saying in the West that "If you want a woman who knows best how to use her anus, go to the South; if you want a woman who knows best how to use her mouth, head to the East; if you want a woman who knows best how to use her pussy, head for the North. But if you want a woman who knows best how to use all three it is to the West you must go." 

Well did the Champion know there was more than a grain of truth to that saying, which was started by sailors who sampled the charms of the local sluts in each Kingdom. 

Girls hand picked to be courtesans in the Hyrkanian Kingdom started very young, and there was a special emphasis that was placed on the mouth in training that was lacking in the other Kingdoms. 

Having been sucked off by countless skilled Hyrkanian girls, the Champion was not surprised that this was the first skill that Sung Hi wanted to please him with. 

"Yes?" the naked beauty prodded, hopefully, pressing herself to him, letting him feel the silky smoothness of her golden skin. 

"Very well girl." he said, acting somewhat reluctant to tease her. "Though you waggled that magnificent ass of yours all the way to this tent, and I had my heart set on sticking my big cock up it......"

She laughed and pressed him back so he stumbled and went prone on the divan, his big organ pointing away from his body at a 45 degree angle, so erect was it. 

"Oh don't you worry!" she exclaimed as she knelt between his parted legs, her small hands cupping the base of his pulsing flesh-spear and pointing it straight up while flashing him a sexy look with her big, brown eyes. "You can explore the depths of my anus the rest of the night if you like, just as long.........." and her she lasciviously licked her lips to wet them and make them glisten as she poised her face just over the helmet shaped tip of his pulsing member...."as you let me do...THIS!"

And she closed her eyes sweetly and cruised her mouth down the entire length of his big upstanding organ, taking all 10 1/2 inches of it between her lips. 

He groaned as his sensitive member was engulfed by the soft, hot wet sensation. 

And so it began. 

For ten thigh-quivering minutes the Champion lay back on the divan, his feet on the floor and his knees parted as the girl knelt there before him, mouth-worshiping him. 

She was indeed highly skilled at this pleasant art, and from the way her eyes glazed over with lust and desire, shining up at him as her head bobbed and weaved he knew she loved what she was doing as much as he; in truth she could kneel there for hours and suck away on him and be absolutely content. 

The Champion gasped and shuddered in bliss as the girl with the long raven black hair used many of the skills in her ample sensual playbook on his pulsing flesh. He felt the delicate finger she sent rubbing gently at the spot between his ballocks and his anus, felt the power of her suction as she slowly pulled her mouth up the entire length of his cock-shaft, her cheeks hollowing and her lips distending from the force of her mouth's drawing power, felt the tip of his cock press against the back of her throat as she deep throated him and held him there, her eyes sparkling at him playfully. 

The pleasure in that big twitching cock she sucked so enthusiastically away on grew.....and grew...........and grew as it became more and more sensitive, more and more swollen...more and more needful. 

He was totally relaxed, savoring the pleasure of her mouth, when she suddenly slipped his penis out and began rubbing it ardently against her face. 

"Want to play a game?" she whispered, nuzzling the underside of his organ with her lips as it pulsed rhythmically before her face. 

'Wh-what kind of game?" he gasped. 

She smiled. "My favorite game. I played it often in my homeland during my training with the men given to me to practice with. It's quite simple, and I think you'll like it."

He grinned down at the mischievous gleam in her eye. "All right girl, what is this game?"

She pressed a fervent kiss of gratitude to his cock-tip before replying. 

"I hold your cock against my face, I kiss it, I lick it, I rub it......" she began. 

"Oh I like this game already!" he broke in and they both laughed. 

"I bring you right to the brink of spurting your man-syrup," she continued, " and then I stop and give you a chance to hold yourself back. And I do it over and over as long as it takes, until you fail to hold back."

"That would take a lot of will power, a gorgeous creature like you taking me right to the edge like that." he confessed, arching an eyebrow. 

"Are you chicken?" she sneered playfully. "Is the great Champion, the finest cocksman in the 4 Kingdoms scared to put that control of his to the test?"

He laughed, reaching down and pulling the girl up into a passionate kiss and then letting her slid down to kneel before him again. 

"All right, you clever vixen, play your game!" he sighed. "We'll both see how long I can make this cock-stand last with you trying to end it!"

And so she did. 

As his cock twitched and pulsed rapidly before her face, Sung Hi lavished kisses and tongue flicks and caresses upon it with her expert lips, tongue and hands. 

So great was the pleasure and pressure she had built up in that mighty organ that it wasn't long until she had him gasping as he approached his spend. 

Seeing he was right there, with the tension in his penis just a sliver below the absolute peak it could withstand before any more heightening of the tension would trigger it's seed-spurting reflex, Sung Hi gave the underside of his cock a sizzling, deliberate lick and then, leaving her hands wrapped around it's base, drew her head back from that glistening pole of pink flesh and stared at it as he gasped......trembled.......fought for control for a moment.......and won.

He sighed in sweet relief at having been able to hold it back, but his respite was short lived. With a chuckle Sung Hi moved her face up again and once more began lavishing a plethora of hot kisses, sizzling tongue licks and ardent strokes to his urgently pulsing member. 

Soon she brought him to the point of spurting once more, and once more she deliberately licked the underside of his organ just beneath the head, and withdrew, staring at the penis in her hands as again he struggled to hold it in, his hands turning white on the furs at his hips. And again he was successful, but he was covered in sweat now and his ragged breathing was loud in both their ears. 

"Close!" she whispered, then began licking again. 

They would both stare in fascination at his cock as their pleasant little game drew on and on, watching it get redder, pulsing more powerfully, and twitching more urgently in the girl's hands as her tongue and lips worked relentlessly on it. 

Time and time again he would start to seize up and almost spend, feeling it about to happen, his breath catching in his throat. The girl would cease her licking and kissing of his member, drawing her head back, wanting to see his seed as it left him...........

And then, somehow, due to his years of training, and to sheer willpower and a desire to prolong this fantastic game, he would pull himself back from the edge, groaning and sighing as the girl would lean her head forward and begin again. 

Over and over she brought him to the brink....and over and over he managed to throw himself back. 

The moments where he began to almost spend and he fought to hold back began growing longer and longer, and it began to become harder and harder. 

The drama of course, was that they had no way of knowing which time it would be that he would fail at last to hold back and the floodgates would open! 

He seized up, teetering on the brink, as the girl stared hopefully at the pulsing organ before her face. Then he sighed and smiled as he relaxed and the girl laughed and brought her face forward again. 

"What a MAN you are, my Lord!" she sighed as she licked and flicked and kissed away at his sensitive flesh. 

He groaned, making no reply, totally focused on the pleasure he was feeling and trying to control it. 

He seized up again, gasping, his eyes desperate, straining, straining to hold back as the girl again stared at his twitching member, her eyes glowing with anticipation. And yet again he disappointed her, sighing and relaxing, though more like a man who knows his time is short. 

She laughed again and grinned up at him as she began rubbing his cock against her face. 

"Soon, my love. You can't hold back forever. I can tell you're going to have a HUGE one!"

Her relentless hands, tongue and lips began their work again, and another half minute went by with him lying there, his great chest rising and falling in time with his rapid, excited breathing as the pleasure grew more intense with every lick, with ever swipe, with every flick..........

He seized up again, his breath catching in his throat, and his hands gripping the sheets at his hips as he fought for control as he had done so many times before. The girl pulled her head back and waited, staring expectantly at the big organ she held tightly in her hands........

It dragged on, and on, both of them staring at that purple 10 inch pole of urgently twitching flesh.......

One second. Then two. Then three...................

And then his eyes widened and he cried out. 

"Oh God's BALLS GIRL.....................AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

As the girl squealed in triumphant glee, the big twitching penis in her hands gave a mighty jerk as it unleashed a tremendously huge spurt of milky white semen that sprang up majestically into the air. 

Ardently she rubbed that spouting pole against her face, even as she continued stroking it expertly with her practiced hands, extracting spurt after spurt of thick fluid from it as he writhed and shuddered against her. 

The girl was right; it WAS a huge spend. 

So greatly has she worked up the tension and pressure inside that big penis of his that it took 9 huge blasts of hot syrupy semen for it to release all of it's pent up lust. 

He lay back lolling his head from side to side, covered in sweat and semen as she lovingly coaxed a few more weak spasms from his organ and then played with adoringly, rubbing it against her beautiful face, laughing as it caused him to tremble and jerk from many an aftershock. 

"Oh, GODS, what a game!" he gasped as the girl gratefully began licking up all the semen that covered his organ, her hands and his stomach and chest. So great had been the tension in his big cock his organ was spasming from the effort of having so forcefully sprayed such a large amount of seed out of itself. 

Finally when the girl was done lapping up all his milky syrup he pulled her up into a ardent kiss and rolled atop her. His organ, up again already due to his marvelous recuperative powers, rubbed against her smooth belly. 

"Now I'll give you what you deserve for that incredible game, girl!"

"What's that?" she panted up to him, her hands running over him, marveling at his muscles, sheer unadulterated lust shining from her almond shaped eyes. 

"I'm going to ride you hard and fast like a disobedient mare until you scream at least 3 times in your pleasure!"

And he did, raising his hips up and ramming into her wet slit as she let out a surprised gasp, then filled the air with a heart-felt groan of pleasure as that big 10 1/2 tower of flesh began pumping in and out of her. 

Actually she screamed 12 times, but they weren't counting. 

In her tent nearby, Gretta heard the Hyrkanian girl's long, drawn out wails of ecstatic bliss and clamped her hands over her ears and muttered to herself as she tried to sleep. Destarte, in her own tent merely smiled to herself as she listened to the unashamed screams of a woman lost in a transport of expansive rapture and fingered herself, dreaming of the night it would be her beneath the Champion, crying out thusly. 

Yana only dimly heard Sung Hi's loud, wailing screams because she was high up in the Castle's top floor, in Octorius's room, beneath him on his bed and covered in sweat as they fucked energetically away, their own loud grunts and gasps filling the air. 

Octorious ceased thrusting for a moment as and cocked his head towards the open window as a particularly loud wail from Sung Hi carried on the still night air. 

Yana grinned up at him. "He fucks her well." she said.

"Aye." he agreed. "And soon he'll fuck you as well, girl. I know it's been hard waiting your turn, but he'll get to you eventually."

She pulled his head down into a kiss. "Indeed he will, my love. But until then......."

And they laughed and Octorius began thrusting again. 

Hours later when the sun crested the hills to the East of the city, in his tent a sweat-covered Champion knelt behind a kneeling, equally sweat-covered Sung Hi, big hands on her wide flaring hips and his crotch pressed hard against her shapely buttocks, flattening those rounded globes as he stiffened, cried out, his big cock going off for the 5th time that night, sending rhythmic spurts of hot semen deep up her ass, his whole body shuddering from the pleasure of it, the soreness of his organ only adding to the thrill of it's latest spend. 




The Champion Ch. 05



Then they collapsed together on the divan and fell into a sweet sleep in each other's arms. 

Gazing into a huge floating crystal ball just 400 miles away, Gaia and Morgania, seated in high backed chairs, chuckled to themselves. "Quite the cocksman, isn't he?" Gaia said. 

"He is indeed." Morgania said, gazing appreciatively at the glistening naked bodies stretched out on the divan. 

"Well he better enjoy it while he can!" Gaia said grimly. "Soon we'll put that fucker in his grave once and for all!" 

Turning from the huge ball of floating crystal before her, Gaia looked at the 12 men in black armor that stood at attention behind her chair. 

"Isn't that right, my lads?"

All of them saluted in unison by striking their left chest with their right fist. Each one has a broad, muscular face, corn-gold hair and looked exactly like the men the Champion had killed recently. 

Gazing back malevolently at the sleeping man in the crystal ball, a cruel smile came to Gaia's lips. "Dream on, foolish man! There will be no armada! You won't stop our invasion! We're going to kill you and all your slutty lovers first!"