Yngra and Tyrissa by Scarlett Minx and Superjizz (Hetero sex, Lesbian, Bestiality, Fantasy, Magic)


Yngra and Tyrissa

Chapter One: Naked Aggression

By:
Scarlett Minx (robyn_244@hotmail.com) & Superjizz 
(warlock200@hotmail.com )

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***

With a gasp of surprise the giantess stopped in her tracks. She had 
been walking through an alpine forest for the past few days, intent 
upon finding her fellow warriors. A terrible storm had nearly capsized 
the longship during the journey and some of the warriors were swept 
overboard. She leapt into the rolling seas to save them but got 
separated from the ship. The storm washed her up on the shore about a 
week's travel south of Freisland and she found the wreck of the 
longship on the rocky shore but no sign of the warriors. She had only 
her axe, hammer, and a few minor personal effects but made do with what 
she had and established a camp. Over the next few days Yngra realized 
where she was, the Southern mainland, and went out to find her men. She 
met a local fisherman and heard him tell of a tribe of Celts who had 
stolen several cattle from a nearby Carl's home. The Celts had cravenly 
slain several Viking women and children in this area, or dragged them 
off for some horrific sacrifice by the druids. For the past two days 
Yngra knew she was getting close and was eager for the opportunity to 
make the Celts suffer the ultimate price for daring to attack a 
Viking's home. Every day that she traveled was a day in which her anger 
and fury grew greater and greater. She could feel her berserker fury 
increasing and soon it would overtake her. When she entered this state 
of mind she gave her body over completely to her gods and became the 
living instrument of their terrible wrath. As her breathing became 
quicker and her heart raced, she heard it once again. The clang of 
metal against metal and the shouts of many men.

It was unmistakable now...it was the sound of battle. Yngra clutched 
her huge double-bladed battle-axe and ran through the forest, leaping 
over huge fallen trees, weaving and wending her way through the maze of 
evergreens, and ducking under the branches. She was oblivious to 
everything but her goal. Her huge breasts bounced and wobbled wildly as 
she navigated through the woods at a breakneck pace. Despite her great 
size she was extremely agile and darted this way and that, avoiding all 
obstacles in her way.

"Freisgar, you shall have a feast this day!" Yngra hissed between 
clenched teeth as the sounds of battle grew louder.

She could hear voices shouting in Celtic up ahead but not a word of the 
Nordic tongue. She expected a battle was occurring between the Celts 
and some unwary Viking warriors but if it were true then it did not 
sound like the Vikings were still alive.

Yngra paused for only an instant to scan the cloudy sky. Nothing. At 
times Freisgar might become impatient and lead her to her enemies but 
this day he was either elsewhere or just lagging behind, as he is known 
to do.

As Yngra resumed running towards the sounds of combat she broke out of 
the trees and suddenly found herself on the edge of a great flat grassy 
plain, the wind howling like a banshee. Before her were two armies of 
Celts numbering close to 200 warriors each, by her estimation. They 
were facing off and the obvious cause of the confrontation was the 
prize of the Viking's cattle and the severed heads of the Viking women 
and children. Yngra was too late to save the captured Vikings, but she 
could avenge their deaths and make the Celts pay mightily.

The Celts of one army were painted blue and had their hair pulled back 
into a topknot. The other Celtic army had white swirls painted on their 
chests and numerous smaller designs, which Yngra could not easily see. 
They were all naked and carried shields and spears, swords, axes, or 
clubs. As Yngra ran towards the warring tribes she felt the battle-
madness overtake her, as it had done so many times past when she faced 
numerous or powerful foes. Everything around her seemed to slow down to 
a crawl and her vision was clouded with a reddish haze. She could see 
nothing but her enemies.

By the time the warring Celts realized what was even happening she was 
already upon them. The enmity between the two tribes was quickly 
forgotten as the situation completely changed. Naked and covered in 
sweat, Yngra waded into her foes swinging her axe from side to side in 
great powerful arcs. She felt the sting of arrows impact against her 
flesh but they could not pierce her skin. The sheer numbers of the 
Celts gave them a huge advantage against most foes and amongst the 
Celtic droves was the legendary Bran Cuiwildh, and his men, perhaps the 
greatest swordsmen in the world and on the other side was Arawn 
Luigdhuin, grand-master of the axe. As Yngra continued hacking her way 
through the mass of Celts she screamed a long and loud battle-cry that 
pierced the air like thunder and even the men on the other side of the 
field could hear it plainly over the sounds of battle. The giantess 
exulted in the wild chaos of heated battles such as this and reveled in 
the storm of war. Yngra hurled herself into the bulk of her enemies 
with reckless abandon, chopping this way and that. The Celts fell 
before her like chaff before a scythe. Their weapons, no matter how 
sharp, bounced harmlessly off her skin. Yngra's body was an instrument 
of unstoppable destruction as she clove her way through the Celtic 
foes. The Celts tried to leap upon her and drag her down with their 
sheer numbers but she only shook them off and stomped upon their 
skulls, crushing them like overripe melons as she pressed inexorably 
on. The pride of the Celtic warriors were as children before a wolf. No 
skill of arms could overcome the ominous oncoming death machine of this 
massively muscled raging giantess as she cut down men like mere 
saplings. The Celts fought on, more from desperation and vicious spite, 
than from courage. In point of fact, they could not run...their druidic 
masters had seen to that with dark elder magics.

Yngra spotted the form of Bran, issuing orders to his men and Arawn 
closing in from the side. With a chilling shriek as her challenge, 
Yngra closed upon the elite warriors of both men. The Celtic warriors 
wavered for a second but then charged forth and the battle was begun 
anew. Yngra swung her axe in mighty sweeping arcs and the red spray of 
blood and gore erupted like geysers from the painted bodies of the 
Celts. Arms, legs, hands, heads, everything that came within range of 
the terrible axe of the wrathful giantess was severed. Yngra let loose 
another loud war cry as she destroyed the best the Celts had to offer, 
and destroyed them without the slightest difficulty.

The remaining 100 or so Celts rallied around their war-chiefs and 
launched a new assault upon the giantess. Yngra was more than eager for 
them to try their luck once again and she lunged into them with the 
same zeal as before. She was little more than a wild animal at this 
point and acted upon her killer instinct and hatred for her ancestral 
foes. The result was thoroughly devastating. Yngra mowed down the Celts 
like they were nothing in order to get to their leaders. She faced Bran 
first and, although he may have been one of the greatest and deadliest 
swordsmen in the world, he faced no opponent before quite like the one 
before him now. Bran landed many cuts upon Yngra and managed to draw 
blood from his dozen or so stabs and slices, but despite his hardest 
swings and thrusts, he was incapable of delivering any sort of serious 
blow. Yngra eventually landed a massive swing with her axe and split 
the greatest swordsman of the Celts in twain. With a loud shout of 
exuberance, Yngra yanked her axe out of Bran's twitching corpse and 
faced Arawn. Her skill with an axe was no match for Arawn's and the 
Celt made her swings look clumsy and slow by comparison. Also, Arawn 
had the strength of ten trolls and managed to put Yngra on the 
defensive a number of times in the battle. As one of his swings hit 
home, Yngra grunted as the axe collided with her abdomen. Arawn stared 
dumbfounded when he saw that his mightiest swing had only left a large 
bruise in the giantess's muscled stomach. There was no blood, no 
disembowlement, no instant death. It would soon be the last thing Arawn 
would ever see as Yngra gave a loud bellow of anger and swung her axe 
with all her strength. Arawn gave a shout of surprise when he blocked 
her blow only to have his axe shattered by Yngra's own. The giantess's 
axe came down and bit deep into Arawn's shoulder and did not stop until 
it reached his navel. With a stunned look on his face and a gurgle of 
fear and pain, Arawn, grand-master of the axe, fell to the ground, 
never to rise again.


Looking out over the battlefield, the only sound to be heard was the 
whistling Northern winds. Bodies lie scattered everywhere...alone or in 
huge heaps. Unaware of how much time had passed, the sky was getting 
dark and Yngra began to reclaim her senses. She felt the battle-fury 
leave her and before it did she let out a loud cry of triumph, raising 
her bloody axe to the heavens and placing her right foot upon the 
defeated body of a nearby Celt. If there were any survivors they were 
nowhere to be found and unlikely to ever return to this hellish field 
in their lifetimes.

Suddenly from out of the cloudy gray sky came the bellow of some 
primordial beast. Yngra moved back, now feeling the exhaustion from her 
exertions, and watched the heavens. The sound of huge wings could now 
be heard as a great dark shadow spread across the field. From out of 
the low clouds a massive reptilian beast descended upon the 
battlefield, his giant tattered wings kicking up a wind like a gale.

Yngra whispered one word as she backed away to the edge of the forest. 
"Freisgar."

The ground trembled momentarily as the tremendous Fire Wyrm landed upon 
the blood-soaked turf. His dark green scales bespoke countless battles 
and Yngra stood transfixed. She had witnessed old Freisgar several 
times before this but there was something about the old dragon, which 
intrigued her. Typically dragons were predatory, but as they age and 
live past their better years, most become scavengers. Yngra marveled at 
the ancient beast as he slowly raised his huge reptilian head and 
sniffed the air. He must have been an incredible foe in his time, 
virtually invincible and causing havoc everywhere he went. Yngra now 
saw that his left back leg was crippled, his maw was snaggletoothed and 
missing several teeth, several of his scales were missing, and his long 
tail looked like he could barely move it. Embedded in his right 
shoulder was the rusting hilt of Jarl Olvig's sword. Yngra remembered 
hearing the old story some years ago of an expedition, led by Olvig and 
his shield-men, into the mountain cave of Freisgar to slay him and find 
his hidden treasure hoard. One of Olvig's men escaped from the battle 
and told of Olvig fighting well and causing the Fire Wyrm to actually 
retreat into his lair. But Olvig's gambit was swiftly ended when 
Freisgar got the advantage and devoured him...but not before Olvig 
buried his sword to the hilt in the great beast's shoulder. The men 
scattered and ran, but only one lived to tell the tale and none 
challenged Freisgar in his lair ever after that.

Yngra was startled when she saw the dragon looking directly at her with 
his rheumy old eyes and his nostrils finally picked up her scent. He 
didn't seem to have much hearing and his infirm body was slow and 
clumsy but Yngra knew that even a dragon as old and tired as this still 
had one weapon that would put an end to even the stoutest warrior. 
Although their bodies eventually succumb to the rigors of advanced age, 
like any other living thing, their fire breath only becomes hotter. A 
Wyrm as old as Freisgar can breathe a gout of flame hotter than 
anything in this world and the next. Even so, Freisgar would not be 
able to keep breathing fire for long and that is why he avoids battles 
such as this one, for eventually he would be defeated if there were too 
many warriors arrayed all about him.

Freisgar snorted and ignored Yngra as he began devouring the fresh meat 
scattered all around him. He sometimes followed warriors to the 
battlefield and would wait until the fighting was over before swooping 
in to snatch a meal or two. This was a veritable feast, however, and 
the old dragon greedily gobbled down the fallen warriors as his wary 
host looked on.

As the dragon devoured his meal, Yngra decided to move on. She bathed 
in an icy river and headed South towards the lands of "civilization." 
Strange foreign lands ruled by people with strange ways. She seldom 
enjoyed their company and often avoided them outright, but it might be 
advantageous to see if the raiding expedition went there. If they did 
not, then at the very least, perhaps she could gain news about them 
from the local inhabitants.

Days turned to weeks as Yngra hiked through the wilderness towards the 
southern lands; her only companion was her thoughts. She expected she 
would be ill-received by the people of the southern cities and their 
warriors would undoubtedly attempt to subject her to their laws. Yngra 
only stroked her battle-axe, thought of the battle with the Celts, and 
kept on walking... wondering how long it would be until Freisgar found 
her and fed once more.

As she traveled, Yngra's raging sex drive was beyond belief and she 
needed real SEX. Yngra grew hornier with each passing day and even the 
weak fools of the "civilized" lands were beginning to sound good to 
her. When Yngra finally arrived at the gates of the city she was met 
with gasps of surprise, as the local inhabitants seemed shocked and 
appalled by her nudity. Yngra took little notice and continued on her 
way. As the giantess turned a corner she noticed a large inn and could 
not deny her thirst for beer any more than her craving for sex. She 
gazed briefly at the weathered old sign, the paint slightly faded on 
the oaken board. She knew the tongues of many lands, including this 
one, but that sign was unmistakable even to the most illiterate sword-
swinger. It was a naked woman from the waist up, fish from the waist 
down. She was smiling, leaning back, and raising a foamy tankard. All 
around her were pretty multi-colored seashells.

"The Inn of the Siren's Repose, eh?" Yngra smirked. "Well, let's just 
see what kind of beer they serve..."

***

Tyrissa watched as the bandit's blood was absorbed into the blade of 
her katar. She could feel the magical blade channel the half-orc's life 
force into her body. Already the wound on her forearm had closed and as 
she watched the cut on her thigh sealed itself, not even leaving a 
scar. Tyrissa looked around, scanning the fog for signs of more 
bandits. Satisfied she had dealt with them all, she released the 
cooling corpse of the leader to crumple at her feet. The golden-haired 
warrior surveyed the scene before her. Four bandits lay dead by her own 
hands. To the warrior's right her horse stood over the body of another. 
The bandit's smashed skull was mute testimony to the power of the 
stallion's hooves.

"Five down, not bad. I don't think the other one has stopped running 
yet, huh Old Horse?"

At the sound of his nickname the black horse walked over to his 
mistress's side and nuzzled her affectionately. Tyrissa scratched the 
horse's muzzle, ruffling the gray hairs that gave the horse his name. 
She laughed as he tried to lick her face.

"Stop it horse, we don't have time to play now. Those clouds aren't 
getting any lighter. I guess we can forget trying to reach Ivaarhomme 
tonight."

Tyrissa searched the bodies of the slain bandits quickly. She recovered 
a few copper coins, fewer still silvers, and a single gold coin from 
the half-orc leader. Their weapons were poor quality, rust covered and 
pitted. For good measure she broke the blades and handles. Moving 
faster now, the fighter cleaned her own weapons. First was her dwarven 
falchion. The mithril alloy blade cleaned easily on the shirt of one of 
the bandits. Next she retrieved her spear from the chest of the bandit 
who had led the ambush. The force of her throw had knocked the brigand 
off his feet, the tip of the spearhead protruding through the back of 
his leather vest. The elven weapon gleamed brightly, its spearhead 
magically blemish-free. Tyrissa didn't bother with her katar. She knew 
from experience that the blade would be clean, the same enchantment 
that allowed it to channel opponents' life forces into its wielder also 
kept it free from blood and gore.

Satisfied that she was finished, Tyrissa got onto her horse and 
continued along the wagon track leading to the city of Ivaarhomme. With 
one eye on the darkening skies and the other on the road, she set out 
to cover as much distance as possible before the clouds opened up.

***

Ok, I admit I am skeptical. All this fuss over a piece of pottery. This 
"Great Seal" as Damo called it. I had found the first piece in a 
dungeon in the Endless Desert three months ago. It seemed unremarkable, 
another piece of debris to the naked eye. Unremarkable until I used my 
wand of detection. It glowed so brightly that I had no doubt it was 
magical. But try as we might, no one in our band could determine its 
function or even decipher the glyphs covering its surface. Kelger had 
suggested taking it back to the wizards' guild with him when we 
returned. I had agreed, saying that I wanted any profits split equally 
between all of us. That had led to a midnight summons from the Arch-
Mage Damo himself. When the head of the Wizards' Guild issues a 
summons, it's usually a good idea to answer it. My family is not on the 
best of terms with the
Guild to begin with, so I went with the apprentices that had delivered 
the summons. They looked on in disgust as I crawled out from under the 
three dwarves sharing my bed. The little guys had passed out, a little 
too much of that rot-gut they call "Dwarf's Tears". In truth I wasn't 
exactly steady on my own feet at that point. If the errand boys looked 
disgusted before, when I got untangled from the mass of bodies and the 
cum started to run out of and off of my body they turned positively 
green. Serves them right, if they want to interrupt my "welcome home" 
party let them stare. I made them wait and watch as I sponged off. 
After getting dressed, I leaned in close to the tall one.

"Ready to go, sweetums?"

As my cum-scented breath surrounded his face, he began to retch. Poor 
kid, probably still a virgin. I am convinced most of these apprentices 
get into magic for the demon sex anyway, so who are they to judge. 
Taking pity on the guy, I grabbed a bottle of Dwarf's Tears and took a 
good long swig. It may have cleared my breath, but did nothing for the 
haze in my head. I staggered after them to the coach that was waiting 
outside the inn. The cool night air flowing through the windows helped 
some to clear my head. When we got to the guildhall, the gates swung 
open silently to let us in. Karath, my sentient katar was screaming 
telepathically of danger and traps. Part of his enchantment allows him 
to sense these things. The thing is, in the guildhall of arguably the 
most powerful organization in existence, traps and danger were sort of 
a given. All he was doing at the moment was adding to the pounding in 
my head.

I was led to a small meeting chamber. A softly glowing crystal globe in 
the center of the table dimly lighted the room. As I was sinking into 
one of the cushioned chairs, the apprentice whom I had so impressed 
earlier mentioned that I should stand until the Arch-Mage had arrived.

"Should I now?" I asked as I plopped into the chair.

I watched him turn several shades of red. He looked like he was 
thinking of a suitable spell to cast, something nasty to punish me for 
my insolence.

"I wouldn't recommend it, bright-eyes. My family has a habit of killing 
snooty mages that are too big for their spell-caps," I told him as I 
tightened my grip on the handle of my katar.

"A fact that wins you few friends within these walls. Tell me, do you 
plan to kill us all?" asked a resonant voice from behind me.

"No Master Damo, I just thought I would whittle on this paragon of 
virtue until you decided to drop your invisibility. It's late, my head 
hurts, and I miss my bed-partners. Can we get on with this please?"

"You knew I was here?"

I resisted the temptation to make a sarcastic comment about my sense of 
smell working. In truth, for an Arch-Mage I was told Damo wasn't too 
bad of a chap. Even my mother could say his name without spitting in 
disgust. So I suppose he didn't deserve the attitude, at least not yet. 
So in lieu of an answer I simply stroked the handle of Karath.

"Ahh, the Chaos Blade. And how is he?"

Karath's telepathic response was to curse me for walking into the 
enemy's lair.

"He's fine, he sends his regards," I answered as sweetly as I could.

I watched as Damo's form became visible in on of the ornate chairs.

"I'm sure," Damo replied, a wry smile on his face. "Leave us."

The two toadies left without any further comments. I swiveled in my 
chair, facing him. He made a simple gesture and the light from the 
crystal increased. I squinted as the light stabbed into my blurry eyes.

"Show some mercy Damo. It is obvious she is a little .. unwell at the 
moment."

I leapt out my chair to embrace the cloaked figure standing in the 
doorway.

"Methonus!!"

"Yes my child, how are you?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked excitedly.

The high priest for the dragon-god Bahamut was one of the few non-
family members who could call me child and not get a punch in the 
mouth. The fact that he was here was both comforting and unnerving at 
the same time. He rarely left the Platinum Citadel, center of his sect. 
Whatever was happening was serious. I suddenly regretted those last few 
bottles of dwarf spirits. As if he could sense my thoughts, Methonus 
muttered a quick prayer and touched my forehead. Immediately I could 
feel a magical wave of energy flow from his touch, clearing out the 
alcohol and leaving a tingling burning in its place.

"Ow, ow, ow," I cried as the night's excesses were cleaned from my 
system. "It never hurts when Bethany does this," I complained.

"That is because she does not care if you gain wisdom from the 
treatment."

"Yeah, lucky me," I griped as I rubbed my stinging forehead.

"Please, can we continue?" asked Damo.

Methonus led back to my chair, casting an appraising glance over me. I 
suddenly felt conscious of the dried dwarf cum flakes in my hair and 
the cum still leaking from my cunt and ass. I smiled, happy that I 
could at least ruin one of the wizard guild's chair cushions. Taking 
the chair next to mine, he motioned for Damo to continue. I looked at 
the Arch-Mage with much clearer eyes this time.

"The shard you discovered in the dungeon of Al-Bathshar is part of a 
greater relic. It is in the best interests of all concerned if the 
remaining pieces do not fall into the wrong hands."

"And who is 'all concerned', the wizards' guild?" I asked.

Methonus replied with a sad shake of his head. "Everyone, my dear, 
everyone."

I took a minute to consider that. Damo took that time to continue.

"The remaining pieces of the relic were hidden in secure locations. The 
final two pieces were assumed lost beyond the reach of us. Obviously we 
were wrong. Using the piece you recovered Methonus was able to divine 
the whereabouts of the last piece."

"Great, so you wizards go get it, tuck it away, and the world is safe 
once more. Can't be more than a teleport away, right?"

"It's not quite that simple," replied Damo. "The relic is cursed. It is 
not safe to touch."

"What? Each of us in the party must have handled the shard. I have to 
warn them!" I exclaimed, starting to rise out of my chair.

"Be at ease Tyrissa. Your companions are fine. The curse on the shard 
only affected the person finding it."

"Oh great, so I'm cursed again?"

Methonus shook his head.

"No, you are protected by the sign of Bahamut. You cannot be cursed 
again."

I reached up to touch my cheek where the dragon-god's mark ran. I had 
taken to using micpan tattoos to draw any possible attention away from 
the faint streak. Still, it was there, I could feel it.

"So, you are uniquely qualified to retrieve the final shard. You are 
immune to its curse, you are not a mage so you can't be tempted to use 
its power, and you are a skilled adventurer. Also, you are not so 
important as to be missed," explained Damo.

"Missed? I am going alone on this errand?"

"It would be best, Tyrissa. I have divined this as being the plan with 
the greatest chance of success. Other forces may be watching for us to 
mount a recovery operation. The lower profile we can maintain, the less 
likely they are to discover what we are doing."

Methonus looked decidedly uncomfortable saying this. This made that 
warning voice whispering in my mind that much louder.

"So what is the connection between the wizards' guild and the church of 
Bahamut? I didn't think the two of you worked together."

Damo replied first.

"While we do not normally work closely together, our orders share a 
common goal in this."

The High Priest nodded in agreement. He reached into his robes and 
pulled out a platinum medallion. He motioned for me to lean forward as 
he slipped it over my head. I pulled my hair out from under the chain 
and let the dragon-shaped charm hang between my breasts.

"This will help to protect you from magical scrying and location 
spells. It has also been blessed to bring you luck."

I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to cope everything I had just 
been told. Ordinarily I would have told Damo to take his quest and.. 
well, I am sure you get the idea. But Methonus was involved, and I owed 
him and his god my very soul. Not something I tend to forget.

"Alright, when do I leave, and for where?"

"Tomorrow would be best. You ride for Ivaarhomme, in Sethrul."

"Ivaarhomme, that's a week's ride away. When do I have to be there?"

"Seven days, you have to be there by the next full moon."

"That's a hard ride. Unless I have a magical short-cut?" I asked, 
turning to Damo.

"That wouldn't be prudent. If you do not think you can make the ride on 
horseback, we can provide alternative transportation, but no spell 
travel," the Arch-Mage replied sadly.

"No thank you, I'll stick with my horse. We can make it."

Methonus reached into his robes again. This time he produced a small 
bone scroll case with platinum seals. He handed it to me and smiled.

"Open this when you reach Ivaarhomme. It will have directions for you. 
As long as it is in the case it cannot be magically assensed. It also 
has a picture of what the final shard looks like"

"So Ivaarhomme may not be my final destination?" I asked.

"Possibly. I cannot say at this time," answered Methonus.

I leaned back in my chair, my mind racing with plans. Damo choose that 
moment to speak.

"Of course we are willing to pay you for this task. I realize that.."

I held up my hand to stop him before he could finish.

"I didn't ask for pay. Methonus asked me to do this, that is enough for 
me. Loyalty means something to me, understand?"

"My apologies," he said. "I meant no offense. Still, you should be 
rewarded for your efforts I think."

"Fine, I'll need half a dozen torches, a month's worth of iron rations 
and grain, four flasks of lamp oil, a new horse blanket, and two vials 
of holy water. Oh, and a spell if you please."

I pulled a platinum coin out of the special compartment in my sword 
belt. I slid it over the table to Damo.

"Never-ending Light please. The last spell was cancelled while 
dispelling the darkness inside the vampire's lair in the dungeon where 
we found the first shard."

The Arch-Mage appeared amused by my request for such a simple spell. 
Smiling, he touched the coin and spoke a few magical incantations. The 
coin began to glow brightly almost immediately. I accepted the coin and 
returned it to its pocket.

"Tyrissa, despite what you may believe, the wizards' guild is not your 
enemy. The affair with my predecessor Borchar was unfortunate, but I do 
not bear your family any ill will. Please let me offer this to aid you 
in this endeavor."

I watched as he removed a ring from his right hand. Taking it, I saw it 
was a gold ring holding a single red gem, probably a ruby.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A ring of fire resistance. It will make you immune to normal fires and 
protect you from magical fires. Perhaps it will be useful to you."

I watched him as he explained this. To his credit he returned my gaze 
evenly the whole time.

"The other items you requested will be in your room when you return. Is 
there anything else you require?"

"What do I do when I find this piece? Return it here, to a temple of 
Bahamut?" I asked as I slipped on the ring.

Methonus shook his head. "No, return it here."

I rose out of the chair. I had to pack and try to get a few hours of 
sleep before sunrise. Leaving without saying goodbye to my companions 
could raise complications if they decided to try to find me. I told 
Methonus so.


"I will explain that you are unavailable. It should allay their fears."

I bid goodnight to both of them and was escorted back to the coach. 
From there it was a short ride back to the inn. As Damo had said, the 
items requested were waiting inside my room when I arrived. My three 
dwarves were still sleeping, apparently engaged in some sort of snoring 
contest. I briefly wondered how the items were delivered; magic, unseen 
servant, or some other more bizarre manner. Still, everything seemed in 
order. I even found a gift from Methonus, three vials of magical 
healing salve. Since I was going on this mission without a cleric, I 
was thankful for his gift. I finished packing all the items away in my 
backpack. It is always a little disconcerting to see it hold so much 
more than it should. The magic that allowed it to do so was wonderfully 
functional, and had made the difference in several adventures. Still it 
had its limits. Fortunately my companions and I had already deposited 
our excess treasure and booty. Sar'el Thul is one of only a few cities 
large enough to have an organized banking system and I used it for all 
it was worth.

Looking at the bed; with its tangle of stocky arms, legs, beards, 
snoring dwarves, and wet spots from different fluids I decided to sleep 
on the floor. It was only marginally harder than the cheap straw-filled 
mattress and much cleaner. I don't know if it was Methonus's spell of 
cleansing or the effects of my two-day-long party but I fell asleep 
almost immediately.

***

Tyrissa peered out from under the edge of the tarp. She had made it 
nearly all the way through the Greenly Woods before the storm had 
broke. Ivaarhomme was perhaps four hours away. As the rain began she 
had pitched the tarp to form a crude lean-to shelter in the lee of a 
fallen tree. It had provided protection from the wind and rain, 
allowing her and Greybeard to spend the night relatively dry. While her 
horse finished his breakfast of oats she began to break camp, carefully 
drying the tarp as much as possible before rolling it up and securing 
it behind her saddle. Seeing the horse had finished his meal she filled 
his bowl with water. Her meal consisted of some jerky, hardtack 
biscuits and a handful of dried apple chips. She offered some of the 
fruit pieces to Greybeard, who eagerly accepted them. He whinnied when 
she pulled her hand away.

"No, you had enough. Anymore and I'll have to roll you to Ivaarhomme. 
Look at that fat belly of yours, Old Horse."

Greybeard snorted and favored her with a baleful look. Tyrissa laughed, 
at least until he stepped on her foot.

"Ok horse, in that case we can gallop to the city gates, since you have 
so much energy this morning."

The stallion responded by pawing the ground, eager to be off. Tyrissa 
finished breaking camp, the food and horse's bowl tucked into her 
backpack. The ground was wet but not overly muddy and they made good 
time. It was still before noon when they rode through the city gates.

***

I read Methonus's instructions three times. Damned if they made sense 
to me. "Be at the corner of Cobbler's way and Lord's Boulevard at 
sunset. Face directly east." I had already visited said corner upon 
arrival. A couple of coppers in the bowl of a supposedly blind beggar 
had given me the directions I needed to find the place. Facing east I 
looked at the exteriors of several buildings, a warehouse, an apartment 
building, and a small fletcher's shop. Nothing seemed out of the 
ordinary. The scroll case also contained a drawing of the shard I was 
here to retrieve. At the bottom of sheet of parchment was a single 
word, "Freisland". It meant nothing to me, nor to the people I 
questioned. Tiring of playing private investigator, I used the time to 
replenish the supplies I has used on my trip from Sar'el Thul. Bethany, 
our party's cleric likes to give me a hard time for my planning and 
insistence on being well supplied. I like to tell her that not everyone 
can conjure food and water. My enchanted pack allows me to carry as 
much as a pack mule without being encumbered. Also I can carry a 
month's worth of grain for Greybeard. While he can forage, the extra 
oats help keep him healthy.

I paid for lunch in one of the numerous taverns in the lower quarter of 
the city. Sar'el Thul is a trade city, relying on its position on two 
major trade roads and a navigable river to remain prosperous. As a 
result taverns and inns are numerous and my appearance didn't draw any 
undue attention. The food was good, especially after a week of trail 
rations. The roast pig was cooked to perfection and served with 
potatoes and mushrooms. I love mushrooms. A good ale or two and some 
fresh minga-fruit for desert rounded out the meal. I spent the time 
after lunch grooming Greybeard. As usual he was starved for attention, 
wanting to play and get frisky. As much as I wanted to, I had to tell 
him no. I think the sight of me on me knees, either being mounted by 
the stallion or eagerly sucking his foot and a half long shaft would 
probably have been a bit much for the thirteen year old stable boy and 
undoubtedly drawn an unwelcome crowd. I promised him we would play some 
and look in his eyes told me he intended to hold me to that promise.

As sunset approached I saddled my horse and checked my gear for the 
final time. A quick stop at a street vendor selling roasted game hens 
was dinner and I was off to the street corner mentioned in the High 
Priest's letter. I waited impatiently as the sun sank lower and lower 
on the horizon. Shadows of the buildings behind me marched across the 
face of the building I was watching like the shadow of a sundial.

I almost missed it. It took me a moment to realize that one of the 
shadows wasn't moving with the others. I took Greybeard's reins and 
lead him across the street. The odd shadow turned out to be the 
entrance to a small crooked alleyway.

"I know this wasn't here before. What do you make of this, horse?"

Greybeard's response was to snort and roll his eyes. But he followed me 
willingly. The alley was dark and smelled of week-old garbage. As a 
precaution I took out my enchanted coin, its bright glow lighting the 
alley. Other then old rubbish and debris it appeared empty and 
deserted. I stopped briefly to strap my spear onto my saddle. In the 
close confines of the alley it was too unwieldy of a weapon. I would 
rely on my falchion and katar if it became necessary to fight. I 
grasped the handle of the katar, calling on its power to see hidden and 
invisible objects. Karath's magical sight didn't reveal anything hidden 
or cloaked with invisibility. At the end of the alley was a wooden door 
next to a leaning hitching post. I dropped Greybeard's reins over the 
hitching post and retrieved my spear. Glancing around I pushed the door 
with the spear and peered inside. On the other side appeared a 
duplicate of the alleyway I was in now. Taking up Greybeard's reins I 
took a deep breath and stepped through.

***

Tyrissa led her horse down the new alleyway. Turning, she watched as 
the doorway vanished from sight. Hoping it would reappear when she 
needed it to return, she turned and stepped onto the street. The 
buildings all appeared different. Making a mental note of her position, 
she watched as the setting sun sank lower on the horizon. As the shadow 
crawled across the building, the entire alley faded from sight. Noting 
the name of the shops surrounding her, and the direction of the sun, 
she fixed her position.

"Come on, horse. Let's figure out where we are."

Walking down the street, she was happy to note she could understand the 
people around hr as they passed. Relieved that communication wouldn't 
be a problem, she looked around for a source of information. Spotting 
her quarry, she led the stallion over to where the beggar sat. The old 
man looked up at her, squinting against the rays of the setting sun.

"A copper for a veteran, missy?" the beggar pleaded.

"A veteran, heh?" she asked with a smile.

"Aye, served with General Maklor in the raids on Careia Woods. Took a 
goblin sword in the leg. Been lame ever since," he added sadly.

"Lame? But the tracks behind you show the steps of a healthy man with a 
normal stride?" she asked sweetly.

The beggar twisted, trying to peer in the dirt behind him.

"Tracks, how can you see any tracks," he asked in disbelief.

"Oh, I can't, but you felt it was necessary to check," she said smugly.

The old man looked up, knowing his ruse had been discovered. "Alright, 
I'll go, " he said as he started to get up.

"Relax, I'm not here to roust you. Look, all I want is a little 
information."

"What can I do to help you, fair maiden?" he asked, eyeing the silver 
coin the young fighter was holding in her right hand.

"Simple directions are all. Where am I?"

"Why, you're on Smelter's Lane, in the Merchant's Quarter."

"No, I mean what city?"

"What city?" The beggar looked at her suspiciously, perhaps wondering 
if she was addled or mentally ill.

"Well, if you don't want the coin," Tyrissa said as she started to tuck 
the coin into one of her belt pouches.

"Wait, wait, don't be hasty, Miss. You're in Olikenshartz. In the 
country of Tellarian," he answered slowly as though talking to a 
simpleton.

"And Freisland?"

"Never heard of it," the beggar replied as he snatched the silver coin 
before she could change her mind.

"Alright, my thanks, she said as she stood up. Walking away she called 
over her shoulder, "and take care of that leg."

The old beggar watched her walk away. He admired the view of her firm 
ass-cheeks peeking out from under the hem of her short skirt. Looking 
at the coin in his dirty palm, he spat on it. Rubbing the coin to make 
the mint markings stand out, he nodded.

"Yep, not from anywhere around here. The Council of Mages should close 
that alley gateway before something bad comes through it." "Still," he 
said to himself, "the travelers pay well for directions."

With a final glance at the receding fighter, the old man took up his 
pleas of pity and mercy to all that would listen.

Tyrissa went down Smelter's Lane for a few more blocks. It appeared as 
though the shops and inns in this area served a slightly wealthier 
class of clientele. The street was mostly clear of rubbish and the 
building all had freshly painted fronts. Quite a few of them actually 
had glass windows, a sure sign that the quality of goods and prices 
would be high. Reasoning that darkness would soon be falling, she began 
to look for a suitable place to spend the night.

Several inns were in the immediate vicinity. She could see that some 
were more crowded than others. The warrior chose one of the quieter 
ones and had taken a few strides in its direction when a throb of pain 
in her chest stopped her in her tracks. Looking down between the swell 
of her breasts, the dragon-shaped holy symbol was glowing softly.

"Alright, how about this one," she asked, turning towards another inn?

Again, the same glow and pulse of pain. After two more tries she found 
the inn the holy symbol seemed pleased with. The building was the 
second largest inn she had seen so far, and the noisiest. The sounds of 
music and merriment could be heard from the street.

"Well, it seems to be a lively place. How does the Inn of the Siren's 
Repose sound to you, horse."

Greybeard seemed to approve of the choice so Tyrissa tied him to one of 
the hitching posts out front. Looking at the other horses she could see 
several war-horses as well as lighter geldings and ponies.

She walked onto the shallow porch and stepped through the open door. 
The common room was well lit and fairly crowded. A band of musicians 
were playing a lively tune for the patrons. Spread throughout the room 
amidst the tables were several smaller platforms. On top of these mini 
stages were dancing girls in various states of undress. Tyrissa gazed 
over the vista of ripe flesh with a smile.

"I like how you think," she remarked quietly to the platinum dragon 
between her breasts.

Making her way to the bar, she motioned for the innkeeper. The heavyset 
man approached, all the while wiping imaginary spills from the polished 
top of the bar.

"Welcome to my inn, stranger. Harlie Gestof at your service," the 
portly man introduced himself with a smile.

"Thank you. My name is Tyrissa and I need lodging for me and my horse."

"Common room is one silver and includes fruit and porridge for 
breakfast. Private rooms are a gold toper a night, or a week for five 
if you pay in advance. Breakfast also includes ham and fresh rolls. And 
those include your horse. Stables are in back," he said with a nod of 
his head.

Tyrissa pushed a gold coin across the bar. "I don't have any topers, 
will these do?"

"Hmmm..let me see." Pulling a short knife from his apron Harlie 
scratched an X in the coin. Biting it and checking for a tooth mark, he 
seemed satisfied of its gold content.

"Not from around here, huh? Let's say three of these."

"Let's say two and you keep a customer," Tyrissa said with a smile.

Returning her smile Harlie nodded in agreement. "Supper's still being 
served, if you want to order it."

The blond adventurer slid another gold coin across the bar. "No, but 
I'll take three of those apples behind you. And a hot bath delivered to 
my room in half an hour."

The innkeeper smiled and nodded. "I'll have Kemdar and Nalorth bring a 
tub and hot water up to your room at the hour of lamp-light." With that 
he handed her the apples and a room key. "Just show Lavens the key and 
he'll take care of your horse."

Tyrissa thanked him and tucked the key into her sword belt. The apples 
rested inside the bottom her blouse. Making her way back across the 
crowded tavern she returned outside.

As she untied her steed she stroked his forehead. "Well old horse, 
looks like we found an inn that will take an old swayback mule like 
you. I had to pay extra but they agreed to do it," she teased.

She nimbly avoided Greybeard's attempt to bite her shoulder. Leading 
him around the side of the inn, she entered the stables. Looking around 
she was impressed with appearance of the stables. Fresh straw lined the 
stalls, and those that were occupied were stocked with fresh hay, oats, 
and water. Old manure had been removed and even the small forge area 
was clean and tidy, with the blacksmith tools all arranged properly. 
She led Greybeard into one of the empty stalls and was removing his 
tack when a voice interrupted her.

"Can I help you Mistress?"

Tyrissa turned to spot a young man standing at the entrance to the 
stall. He was a handsome young man, probably fifteen or sixteen and on 
the verge of adulthood. Wiping his hands on his apron he reached out to 
stroke Greybeard's muzzle.

"Be careful, he doesn't take well to strangers.." she started to warn 
him. She looked on, amazed that the spirited horse let the stable boy 
touch him.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry. He's just such a fine looking animal."

Greybeard gave a proud whinny and ducked his head towards the boy.

"Well, you've just made a friend. You Lavens?"

"Yes Ma'am," the boy replied.

"Well, Harlie said to show you my key and you'd know I was staying 
here. And it's Tyrissa, not ma'am."

"Yes Ma'am.. I mean Tyrissa. I was just fixing to go eat supper but 
I'll stay and put your horse away first."

Greybeard took that opportunity to go after the apples he smelled in 
his mistress's blouse. Grasping the edge of her blouse with his teeth, 
he pulled her blouse, popping the buttons that held it closed. The 
apples fell to the ground as Teresa's breasts were revealed.

"Greybeard !!" Tyrissa called in amused annoyance. "You greedy pig," 
she said as she stooped to retrieve the two apples her horse hadn't 
eaten yet.

Turning, she faced Lavens and explained. "I usually spoil him with an 
apple or two after a journey. But now the glutton has come to expect 
it," she said with a laugh.

"Yes, I bet he likes those..apples," Lavens stammered, his eyes 
feasting on Tyrissa's breasts as they bobbed in front of him. He could 
feel his pants tightening as he watched the twin mounds sway. The two 
dark brown aureoles seemed to fascinate him and he swore the nipples 
seemed to grow before his very eyes.

Tyrissa watched as the young man gaped at her tits. She could feel 
herself grow warm as she watched the lust and desire in his gaze. 
Making no attempt to cover herself, she decided to tease the boy a bit.

"I'll take care of him, Lavens. He's usually a little excited his first 
night in a new stable and it helps if I curry him and tuck him in. Why 
don't you go and eat your supper."

"Yes ma'am, if that's what you want," the aroused lad agreed.

Knowing he was watching her, Tyrissa bent over and ran her hands over 
the stallion's legs, checking for sprains and swelling. This caused her 
skirt to ride up over her hips. As she bent over she parted her legs a 
bit and arched her back, causing her ass to stick out towards the 
fascinated stable boy. Lavens backed away slowly, his eyes riveted on 
the tangle of light brown hairs between her thighs. His hard cock 
throbbed with desire as he watched her skirt ride higher and higher. 
Finally he bumped into the doorjamb and stumbled outside.

Tyrissa straightened up and pulled her skirt back down. With a chuckle 
she fed another apple to her horse. "That was mean of me, wasn't it old 
horse?" she asked the horse.

Munching contentedly on the crisp fruit, Greybeard nodded and favored 
her with an amused look. Chewing the last bits of the apple, he leaned 
forward and hungrily licked her exposed nipple.

Tyrissa felt herself grow wet with her horse's oral caress. "Oh, now 
you're thirsty too?"

The stallion bobbed his head. His sensitive nose detected her growing 
excitement. His mistress had promised him some fun all trip long and 
this seemed like a perfect time to collect on the promise. Know that he 
had to keep his mistress excited he stepped forward and began to tongue 
her breasts, knowing it made his mistress happy. Tyrissa responded with 
a soft moan and hugged her horse's head close to her chest, tenderly 
stroking the side of his face.

"Oh..old horse, it has been too long hasn't it," she cooed into the 
horse's ear.

Taking a breast in one hand, she squeezed the soft flesh as his rough 
tongue scrapped across her swollen nipple. The nipple spouted a short 
stream of rich breast milk with every squeeze. The stallion eagerly 
lapped up the warm fluid as it ran down her chest. Meanwhile, another 
warm fluid had begun to trickle down the insides of her thighs. Clear 
streams of honey flowed from her cunt, the fleshy lips growing more 
swollen and sticky with every swipe of the horse's tongue.

Switching breasts, she milked the other tit into the horse's thirsty 
mouth. She loved the way the powerful stallion lovingly drank every 
drop of her sweet breast milk. When she could stand no more, she pulled 
away from the horse and looked at him. Her green eyes were shiny with 
lust, her face flushed and sweaty.

"Now it's my turn to milk you, stud," she said in a husky voice. 
Sinking to her knees she crawled under her horse.

The sight that greeted her gave her pause for a second. No matter how 
many times she saw it, it still filled her with indescribable lust and 
desire. Greybeard's cock, a foot and half long pillar of black 
horseflesh. Its girth was larger than her wrist, so that she could only 
get her fingers around it at the smallest part. The cock; and it was a 
cock to her, not penis, that word lacked the power to describe it, 
bobbed in front of her. Reaching out she ran her palm over its length, 
reveling in its smoothness. This was cock, a symbol of male power. It 
filled her with such wanting that her steaming cunt spasmed 
uncontrollably. From its large mushroom tip a single drop of clear 
precum started to form. Her mouth watered at the sight, the flickering 
lantern light reflecting in the crystal tear. Lunging forward, she 
licked the salty drop of the large slit in the head.

Greybeard pawed the ground excitedly as he felt his mate's tongue 
caress the tip of his shaft. No other mare he had been with could do 
what his mare could; make him feel the way she made him feel. He threw 
back his head and whinnied as he felt her tongue lick the entire length 
of his shaft.

Tyrissa's head seemed to spin as her whole world seemed to shrink to 
the awesome horse cock in front of her. Her mouth watered as it was 
filled with the salty, musky, masculine taste of horse sweat, piss, and 
cock. Concentrating now on the head of the mighty shaft with her mouth, 
she stroked the shaft with one hand. With her other hand she gently 
cradled Greybeard's balls. The heft and heat of them filled her palm as 
she softly rolled them around inside their fleshy bag.

Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she took the flared head of the 
stallion's cock into her mouth. Greybeard shivered as he felt himself 
being swallowed. Tyrissa's warm wet throat squeezed the shaft as she 
moved forward, taking inch after inch of turgid horseflesh down her 
throat. Tilting her head back to straighten her throat, she engulfed 
several more inches like a python swallowing its prey. With well over a 
foot of hot stallion cock spearing her throat, she began to rock back 
and forth, fucking her throat with Greybeard's shaft. Her throat 
muscles milked the horse as she fellated the horse. One hand caressed 
his balls and stroked the few inches of cock not sliding in and out of 
her mouth. Her other hand played between her thighs. Her thumb rubbed 
the swollen pearl of her clit while her four fingers pumped in and out 
of her bushy cunt in time with her oral efforts. Hot slurpy squishing 
noises filled the stable as her hand moved faster and faster. Her 
copious fluids were collecting in a small puddle between her legs as 
she continued to frog herself. After several minutes she could feel the 
flared tip of his cock swell even more, just as his two ripe balls 
began to draw up tight against the horse's body. Tyrissa could feel her 
own orgasm approaching swiftly, the waves of pleasure coming faster and 
faster as she approached her peak.

With a snort, Greybeard went rigid as his cock unleashed spurt after 
spurt of thick horse cum down Tyrissa's sucking throat. The feel of the 
massive shaft pulsing in her over-stretched throat, the knowledge that 
she had brought the mighty warhorse off with her throat, and the 
feeling of her fingers pressing all the way to the heel of her palm 
into her cunt sent Tyrissa sailing over the edge. A week's worth of 
sexual denial was washed away in an orgasmic flood that drenched her 
hand and the straw below her. Sucking and swallowing mindlessly, she 
lost herself in the maelstrom of sexual release rocking her body. 
Finally she sank back on her haunches, the softening cock sliding from 
her throat. With a loud pop the flared head pulled free of her swollen 
lips. A large drop of horse semen hung from the end of the glistening 
cock. Hungrily she slurped up the thick dollop of horse cream, savoring 
the rich earthy flavor. Pulling her hand from her weeping pussy, she 
stood on shaky legs and cradled Greybeard's head in her arms. Pressing 
his head into her sweaty bosom, she let him lick the remainder of her 
juices off her hands.

"Oh good boy, that was so good, honey. You made me cum so good 
sweetie," she babbled as she caught her breath.

Greybeard finished cleaning her hand and started licking the salty 
sweat off her chest. Kissing his forehead, Tyrissa stroked his mane and 
made cooing noises as they both relaxed. Picking up a currycomb she 
cleaned his coat until it shone in the lantern light, the repetitive 
motion soothing both horse and groom. Finally she filled his trough 
with fresh hay and oats and filled the water bucket with water. Pulling 
her blouse closed and tucking it into her skirt, she retrieved her gear 
and weapons. Kissing her horse goodnight she left the stable, pulling 
the door shut behind her.

For a few minutes the stables were quiet. As Tyrissa turned the corner 
to return to the inn, a figure detached itself from the shadows and 
followed her at a distance.

***

Tyrissa set her enchanted pack on the corner of the bed and took a long 
pull from the tankard of ale she had purchased before going to her 
room. Turning, she surveyed the room. Bed and nightstand with candle 
against one wall, facing the room's only window. At the foot of the bed 
was a wooden chest for securing one's valuables. Beside the window was 
a small dresser currently topped with a washbasin, mirror, and a 
pitcher of water. All appeared to be in order, but still the young 
woman wasn't satisfied. Setting her ale on the dresser, she unsheathed 
her katar and slowly turned once again. This time she used her weapon's 
magical ability to detect secret objects to scan the rooms. Finally 
satisfied, she returned the Chaos Blade to its sheath and fell onto the 
bed. Tyrissa spread her arms and reveled in the soft sheets and 
mattress.

"Mmmm..a soft bed, good ale, a belly full of horse cum. It doesn't get 
much better than this," she thought to herself.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Opening the door she 
found a pair of burly dwarves carrying a copper tub and several buckets 
of steaming water.

"Just set it in the middle of the room please," she asked.

As the porters set the tub down and filled it, she watched them work. 
Tyrissa admired the way their stocky muscles bunched under their 
clothes. Slowly she untucked her blouse and let it fall open.

"Mmmmm..dessert," she thought.

"Will there be anything else...Greld's Anvil!!" swore the first dwarf, 
staring at her exposed tits as he turned around.

"Oh, I don't know. What else are you two willing to do?" she asked with 
a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"Ah..anything thing you want, isn't that right, Kemdar ?" said the 
first dwarf.

"Tis true Nalorth, wouldn't be right for us not to serve such a 
beautiful customer," replied his partner.

Tyrissa slid the short skirt off her hips, letting it fall to the 
floor. Stepping out of the garment, she ran her fingers through her 
tangled bush of pubic hair. The short brown hairs were still damp and 
fragrant from her time in the stables earlier. Both Nalorth and Kemdar 
stared as she began to rub the fingers of one hand up and down her 
slit. With her free hand the half centaur brought a plump breast to her 
mouth, licking the hardening nipple for a moment before sucking the 
brown nublet into her mouth. The two dwarves could seem droplets of her 
arousal clinging to her curls as she slowly stroked her swelling labia. 
Kemdar licked his lips he watched a trickle of breast milk escape the 
corner of her mouth.

Popping the swollen aureole from her mouth she smiled at the two 
dwarves openly stroking large bulges in the crotches of their breeches. 
Taking a moment to tease them further, she lifted her other hand from 
her cunt and made a show of slowly licking each glistening finger 
clean. Tyrissa smacked her lips lewdly as she savored the taste of her 
own excitement.

"You men don't mind a woman with a full pelt, do you?" she asked while 
glancing down at her bush.

"Mind? Naw, we prefer a real woman to those hairless girls Harlie seems 
to like to hire for the tables downstairs," answered Nalorth.

Tyrissa sauntered over to the bed, dropping her blouse along the way. 
Wearing only her boots and holy symbol, she crawled on all fours across 
the mattress like some wild jungle cat. She looked over her shoulder 
and beckoned the two dwarves to join her. The two stocky figures 
exploded into motion, landing on the bed beside her before their 
discarded breeches and tunics had even hit the floor. Nalorth latched 
onto a proffered nipple without hesitation. Kemdar looked to the open 
door and frowned.

"Don't you want to close the door before we go any further?"

"No," Tyrissa answered huskily. "I like an audience," she said as she 
guided his head between her thighs.

Needing no further encouragement, Kemdar went to work feasting on the 
succulent morsel before him. Tyrissa moaned as his tongue began to 
softly lick her pouty lips. She arched her back, offering her breasts 
to Nalorth as Kemdar's tongue played with the mithral rings piercing 
each labium. The dwarf's nose was rubbing against her throbbing clit as 
he lapped at her free-flowing pussy. Nalorth switched to the other 
breast, suckling at her teat while occasionally teasing her with little 
bites to the nipple and puffy aureole.

"Cousin," he said to Kemdar. "You have to try some of this, her tits 
are riper and sweeter than a first time dwarven mother."

Reluctantly Kemdar's mouth left her sex. Crawling up her body, the 
stocky dwarf latched onto her other breast and began to drain it of all 
its warm milk. Tyrissa ran her fingers through the dwarves' hair as the 
suckled her dry. Her cunt was not ignored for long. Each dwarf took a 
pair of mithral rings and pulled her labia apart in different 
directions, opening her sex like the wings of a fleshy butterfly. With 
their free hands both dwarves began to finger-fuck her willing cunt. 
She squirmed as stubby thick fingers prodded her tunnel, pinching her 
clit occasionally. Suddenly, Tyrissa body went stiff as her first 
orgasm broke over her without warning. For several moments the pleasure 
carried her in its grip as she came over both sets of thrusting 
fingers.

"Nalorth, clean the lady up," Kemdar said with a smile.

The burly dwarf positioned himself between Tyrissa's widespread thighs.

"No, I think I'll add to the mess first," he said as he lined the tip 
of his eight-inch cock up with her flowing sex.

"Cock..." Tyrissa whispered. "Gimme your cock," she begged.

Nalorth slowly eased himself into her overheated pussy, gasping with 
delight at the velvet heat surrounding his prick. Going slowly, he made 
sure she appreciated every inch of dwarven cock steadily filling her.

"So you want dwarven cock, slut? Kemdar has something for you then," 
the other dwarf said as he knelt beside her head.

Turning her head, he pressed the head of his shaft to her lips. 
Wantonly she opened her mouth, greedily gulping down the bulbous head 
of Kemdar's cock. While not quite as long as his cousin's, Kemdar's 
cock was even thicker with a wide flaring mushroom head. Hunching his 
hips, the randy dwarf began to slide his shaft down her gullet.

"By Greld she knows how to suck," he swore.

"Her cunt's not bad...squeezing me..." Nalorth stuttered, as Tyrissa's 
cunt seemed to ripple around his cock, milking him like a warm wet 
velvet glove.

Tyrissa writhed between the two cousins. Dwarves are known for their 
stamina and endurance, making them one of Tyrissa's favorite bed 
partners. Between the two of them they gave her three intense orgasms 
before spewing their own loads. Nalorth shuddered as he shot his thick 
dwarven cum into the depths of her greedy cunt. Kemdar's blunt fingers 
were tangled in her blond tresses as he shot his own rich cum down her 
sucking throat, pulling back at the last minute to fill her mouth and 
let her savor the taste of his essence as he came.

Kemdar quickly took his cousin's place between Tyrissa's splayed legs. 
Smiling at his partner he slid his thick cock into the greased passage.

Grinning at Tyrissa's groans as her vagina was stretched by Kemdar's 
thick cock he said, "Greased her up for you cousin. Lift her up and 
we'll show her the 'hammer and anvil' position."

Wrapping his arms around the woman's waist Kemdar sat on his haunches 
and pulled Tyrissa upright, impaling her fully on the length and 
breadth of his cock. Slipping behind her, Nalorth spread her ass cheeks 
with his hands and with one hard shove drove his still-slimy cock into 
the center of her crinkled rosebud. The ring of muscle resisted for a 
fraction of a second before yielding to the turgid ramrod. Tyrissa 
threw her head back and screamed in shocked delight at the brutal 
double penetration. The two dwarves quickly established a rhythm, 
hammering the woman between them, showing her why it was called the 
'hammer and anvil' position.

Tyrissa lost count as the orgasms melted into one, each climax building 
on the shoulders of the one before. Lewd comments from the spectators 
in the hall outside her open door penetrated her haze of pleasure, 
making her revel in her hedonistic debauchery. Finally, the young woman 
reached her limits. Her sweaty heaving body could take no more as she 
begged the cousins to relent in their assault. Hearing their beautiful 
companion beg for mercy was too much for the dwarves. With twin groans 
they filled her with another serving of dwarven cum. Laying on the bed 
afterwards, the two dwarves cleaned Tyrissa's ravaged holes with their 
tongues, sucking their cum out of her dilated openings. Tyrissa lay 
back as their actions gave her several long rumbling climaxes as she 
slowly caught her breath. Returning the favor she sucked both of their 
cocks clean before finally resting. Tyrissa grinned as the pair of 
dwarves took bows and clowned for the cheering throng of gawkers in the 
hall.

By now her bath water was no longer steaming hot. The cooler water was 
the perfect sensation after a torrid fuck, cooling her over-sexed body 
as it radiated its sexual heat. Nalorth closed the door so she could 
bath in peace. Like gentlemen, the two cousins soaped and shampooed her 
hair and body. Their strong hands and fingers went for grasping to 
caressing as they massaged her tired body. Finally finishing, Tyrissa 
toweled off as the dwarves emptied the tub out the window into the 
alley below. When she tried to tip them for their excellent service 
both dwarves refused, stating manly duty and professional pride would 
not allow them to take compensation for such a pleasurable task. 
Kissing both of them deeply, she opened the door as they left carrying 
the tub and buckets. Locking the door behind them, she pulled aside the 
tousled blanket and wearily crawled into bed. Within moments of hitting 
the pillow her eyes closed and she fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

***

The next morning Tyrissa awoke feeling refreshed and relaxed. After 
doing a short stretching routine, Tyrissa took out a small bottle and a 
brush. Looking in the mirror she painted the left side of her face, 
creating the design of a fragile flowering vine running from her temple 
to the hollow of her throat. Satisfied that the micpan dye would dry 
properly, Tyrissa chose her outfit for the day. The leather halter and 
wool tunic were exchanged for a thin cotton vest of sheer white silk. 
The thin fabric was pulled taunt over her nipples while the low cut 
front revealed a vast expanse of tanned cleavage. The grey cloak was 
left behind, replaced by a scarlet one made of lightweight linen. Her 
stained brown skirt was also replaced. Its successor was a black elven 
silk miniskirt. The side was slit all the way to the waistband, 
allowing for a clear view of her hip and buttock when she walked. As 
the material parted her centaur tribal brand was clearly visible, the 
raised scar a darker brown than her tanned skin. Her magic boots and 
bracers completed the outfit. Strapping on her sword belt she checked 
her belt pouches and went downstairs for breakfast.

After eating she checked on Greybeard. Satisfied that he was being 
cared for, she decided to explore Olikenshartz on foot. Several hours 
of looking for information led her to the library of a local sage. For 
the usual exorbitant fee he provided her with several maps of the land 
she found herself in. Freisland turned out to be a region far to the 
north, an area dominated by ice and snow. Fierce tribes of barbarian 
raiders inhabited the region, perpetually warring and raiding with each 
other and their neighbors. Tyrissa was struck by the similarities with 
the Viking cultures she remembered from Earth realm and with the Ice 
Barbarians of her home realm. Paying the old man a hefty portion of the 
gems from her last adventure, she returned to the Inn of the Siren's 
Repose as the day was waning. Luck smiled upon her when she met a half-
elven mercenary. He told her of his time as a caravan guard and his 
encounters with the inhabitants of Freisland while watching the dancing 
girls strip.

"Proud people, noble in their own way. They are some of the fiercest 
fighters I have ever seen. Mostly all humans, with some occasional 
dwarves or the rare frost giant."

"Any advice for dealing with them?" she had asked.

"Well, their word is their bond, they don't give it lightly. They will 
expect you to do the same. They respect strength. They will try to test 
you, make you prove yourself before they trust you. Oh, and they 
dislike treachery, claim that is the tactic of their sworn enemies, the 
Celts."

Tyrissa listened as the sell-sword told the rest of his tale. For the 
price of several ales she bought for the two of them, he proved to be a 
fount of information.

"This is your lucky day. Ask about Freisland and look what arrives at 
your doorstep," he said in wonder, pointing behind Tyrissa with his 
tankard.

Tyrissa turned as a hushed silence fell over the tavern room. She took 
one long look at the figure striding across the tavern floor. In awed 
wonder she uttered two words.

"My God!"

***

It was just another day at the Inn of the Siren's Repose. Wizards were 
buying and selling alchemy ingredients from far distant lands, thieves 
were cheating each other out of fortunes, clerics were discussing the 
merits of their faiths, and warriors were testing each other's mettle 
at the age-old sport of arm-wrestling. The room was filled with the 
sounds of laughter, voices, and music. Dancing girls performed on 
various tables all throughout the room and were scantily dressed in 
halter-tops and bikini-type briefs. The tavern was currently occupied 
mainly by humans and half-elves, but a placard on the wall stated that 
all races were welcome as long as they obeyed the rules.

An attractive blonde woman wearing a white blouse and brown breeches 
was arguing with a weasely-looking fellow with black oily hair and a 
mustache.

"Damn it, Max! Next time we pick a place to go for a vacation let ME 
pick the place! You nearly got us KILLED by those fuckin' priests!" The 
blonde spat, slamming her beer mug down on the table.

"Hey! Don't blame me for that, Shaundra! There wasn't much light and 
their sacred altar looked like a toilet in the dark...it even had a 
crescent moon symbol above it! Why did they have to put a roll of paper 
next to it if they didn't want people going in there and..." The sneaky 
fellow retorted but he was cut off by his beautiful friend.

"That roll of paper was their holy scrolls!" Shaundra exclaimed. "Max, 
you even pissed in their holy water font."

"Well it looked like a urinal in the dark! Don't those priests believe 
in using torches!?" Max replied.

"Oh, they will now...ON US! Besides, it was a Temple of Selene, the 
Goddess of the Moon. They never light their temples by anything other 
than moonlight, you idiot!" Shaundra shot back.

"Well, I think that..." Max's next comment was cut short when he heard 
the heavy footsteps approaching.

Suddenly the door opened and a new figure stepped through. It was 
fortunate that the Inn of the Siren's Repose was so large because the 
figure who strode through the door was fully 12 feet tall. Her long 
hair was golden blonde and her eyes were ice blue. Her body was heavily 
muscled and her smooth skin had a light tan. She wore only boots, 
bracers, a broad belt, and a tight-fitting white g-string. Her enormous 
breasts were spectacular and her nipples were thick and hard. She had 
an axe in her hand that could easily cut a table clean in half and it 
appeared to be her only weapon.

The music stopped as the huge giantess walked over to a table and 
looked skeptically at the chair. It was far too small for her and she 
just kicked it aside and glared at the patrons. They had all been 
staring at her ever since she stepped in but now that she met their 
gaze with her angry eyes they quickly averted their gaze.

"Think she's a mercenary sent by the Moon Temple to get us?" Max asked 
Shuandra, his lips quivering.

"I don't know, but I'm not sticking around to find out," Shaundra 
replied, gazing warily at the approaching giantess. "Back door, Max."

"I always feel a sense of dread when you say that..." Max said as he 
took one last gulp of ale and darted out of the main room through the 
kitchen with Shaundra.

A voluptuous dusky-skinned dancing girl hesitantly tried to walk past 
the glowering giantess and yelped in surprise when the massively-hewed 
stranger took hold of her arm and hauled her up for a sloppy kiss. The 
giantess hungrily kissed the girl and slipped her tongue into the 
smaller woman's mouth. Then the giantess released the girl, who 
adjusted the strap of her top and walked away with a look of confusion 
and half a smile on her face.

"I am Yngra! I have traveled far to come here, and will travel much 
farther still once I leave! Bring me your beer and ale! Bring it by the 
barrel, you dogs, for I thirst!" Boomed the glowering giantess.

A clean-cut young boy looked inquisitively at the portly owner of the 
tavern.

"Do it, lad, and be quick about it. If you have trouble with the kegs 
then fetch Kemdar and Nalorth. Those two dwarves can carry three times 
their own weight...six times if it's golden loot they are filching."

The youngster immediately darted out of a side door and the barkeep 
looked warily at the female giant who dominated the middle of the room. 
He was not at ease with her belligerence and arrogant tone of voice. 
She was also armed with an axe that was like no other.

Curiosity and lust got the better of some of the young patrons and 
three half-elven men, and six young human men approached her from 
behind. The lust in their eyes was apparent as they stared at the 
powerful warrior-woman's ass. Her incredible glutes were perfectly 
sculpted and perfectly rounded. The thong back of her g-string 
disappeared between the deep cleft of her big bulging buttocks. As the 
men and elves gaped in awe at the giantess's powerful ass globes, she 
caught sight of them gawking and turned to face them. Her massive 
breasts swayed heavily she gave them a wolfish smile.

Her flat belly rippled with thick muscles and her snug g-string 
presented a clear view of the outline of her pussy mound. Yngra stared 
back at the men and adjusted her g-string pulling it up between the 
cleft of her pussy. The thin white fabric disappeared between the thick 
bald lips of her pussy and it was clear that she had hairless pubes. As 
the men stared spellbound, like birds hypnotized by a snake, Yngra 
slowly licked her lips and began to feel her vagina becoming moist.

"You pups have never seen a woman like me, eh? Well, feast your eyes on 
this!" exclaimed the giantess as she flexed her biceps and displayed 
her rock-hard physique. She assumed various poses and stances which 
best showed off her incredibly frame. Her thick muscles were like 
mighty cords and her veins looked like cables under her smooth skin. 
She enjoyed the looks in their eyes. Awe and lust all bound up 
together. She detected a good bit of fear in their faces as well.

"H-here's you d-d-drink, miss..." stuttered the young boy as he 
directed two sturdy dwarves to place a couple of beer barrels onto the 
table.

Yngra said nothing but simply took her axe in her hands and used it to 
tap both barrels. She leaned her axe against the table and glared at 
the two dwarves, who abruptly left, along with the boy. Yngra sat down 
on the sturdy oak table as if it were a bench and took one barrel in 
her hands and upended it, drinking noisily. As she messily glugged down 
the beer all eyes were on her. She spread her legs and gave the patrons 
a clear view of her pussy, barely concealed by the scant g-string. In 
less than five minutes she had finished the entire barrel and reached 
for the second. In almost less time she drank the second barrel empty.

"My word! That's 400 silvers worth of beer, and she drank it all in 
under 10 minutes!" An old mercenary replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, and I didn't see her bring in that much money, either." The 
barkeep replied dryly.

"More beer!" the giantess demanded.

"Not until you pay for it," came the barkeep's reply.

"You will bring more beer or I will take it from you, oaf! It is your 
decision whether you wish to keep that fat head attached to your 
shoulders!" The giantess replied sharply.

The barkeep simply smiled patiently and replied, "You can have more 
after you have paid."

"RrRRRAAAHHH!!! You DARE! You DARE challenge ME!? You will feel my 
wrath, little man!" The Norse giantess bellowed as she reached for her 
battleaxe and sprung off the table, landing on her feet.

"Wait! I have a solution!" Replied a girl from the far end of the room. 
She was sitting in the shadows, but her voice betrayed her sex, as did 
her incredibly voluptuous silhouette.

"What is this you speak of!?" spoke the giantess, turning to face the 
girl in the shadows.

"Yes, girl, this is the first time you've spoken all evening. What is 
this solution?" replied the barkeep.

"Amongst the people of the North barter and trade is often used instead 
of money. Since you are fond of employing dancing girls from all over 
the world, what do you think a dance from a true Nordic giant from 
Freisland would be worth? Last time I looked, you didn't have any 
giants in this tavern, let alone ones as beautiful and exotic as this!"

The barkeep smiled. This idea had merit. "I like the way you think 
girl, even if you are one mysterious little minx."

The lustful smile of the girl in the darkness went unseen. All that 
could be made out was the hem of her scarlet cloak as she removed the 
garment. "Well, if you are going to drink, then you will have to dance, 
and I want to get my money's worth," the shadowy girl said to the 
giantess.

The tension of the previous few minutes was now gone as the giantess 
smiled and threw her head back and laughed out loud, her massive 
breasts bouncing and wobbling. The men and elves in the room all 
cheered and whistled as the musicians took their cue and began playing. 
The music was loud and had a throbbing, funky, rhythmic beat. The 
musical instruments were magical and produced sounds like no other. 
Yngra stood her axe up next to the wall (safe in knowing no one could 
steal it, since no one but her could even lift it). The people in the 
tavern pulled the tables and chairs away from the center of the room 
and everyone tried to get a good vantage point.

The giantess strode into the center of the circle and began to dance. 
As the crowd stared in lust at her incredibly erotic undulations the 
girl in the red robes stepped out of the darkness. Striding towards the 
crowd, the red-robed girl maneuvered to get the best view she could 
while the giantess swayed and danced to the throbbing sexual beat of 
the music. Yngra did a "bump & grind" that put the best dance of the 
local tavern girls to shame. The giantess was taught by the priestesses 
of Freya how to do such dances before the age of 10 and she had more 
practice than even the most accomplished dancing girls of most inns.

It was not long before the males of all races present (human, elves, 
and half-elves) began to lose their cool. Every male in the place had 
his hands down his pants/tunic/loincloth/whatever, and was starting to 
masturbate. Even a few of the serving wenches and dancing girls had 
their hands down their skirts or on their tits. The girl in the red 
robes smiled as she felt her lust growing greater and greater.

Yngra slowly and erotically licked her lips and groaned, staring at the 
men through half-lidded eyes, as she gyrated lewdly in front of them. 
She saw what they were doing and did not approve!

"Is THIS how you show your gratitude for my performance, you dogs!?" 
Yngra boomed, never missing a beat.

The men were startled at her words and at first thought she was angry 
with them for masturbating to her dance, but her next words made all 
clear.

"Show me your appreciation! Come on, you curs! Is there no Viking blood 
in anyone here? Show me how much you like my dancing...show me your 
manhood and cover me with your seed, if you have any!" Yngra exclaimed, 
continuing to dance.

The men were stung at first by her insulting entreaty but they 
responded by throwing off their clothes and jacking off all around her. 
She knelt down, from time to time, so that they could all spurt their 
loads onto her body and she smeared it all in so that before long she 
was painted, from head to toe, completely with slimy cum. Her white g-
string was sopping wet and her boots looked like she had walked through 
a stream full of cum. Throughout the entire spectacle the portly 
barkeep simply kept cleaning out glasses and apparently paid no heed to 
the entire thing.

The elves were the last to finish and began to put on their clothes as 
Yngra ended her dance. The giantess was dripping in gooey cum and she 
pulled back her cum-slick hair. "Barkeep," Yngra exclaimed, looking at 
the portly fellow, "another keg of beer, and bring it now!"

"I'll give you something to drink, later. You aren't finished yet." The 
scarlet robed minx remarked, looking up into the giantess' cum-glazed 
face. "I paid for a dance, and I want you to dance at my table, for my 
enjoyment."

"Who are you?" Yngra replied, with a tone of derision in her voice.

"I am Tyrissa. Tyrissa Gwelliana." Spoke the girl as she let her 
scarlet robe drop to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath. 
Standing at 6 foot tall, she was a large muscular woman (bigger than 
most), and looked like she was about 200 pounds of muscle, with a good-
sized set of breasts. Her hair was shoulder length and honey blonde. 
Her eyes were a sparkling jade green and her skin was a light olive 
color. While her overall build was muscular, she was but not as bulky 
as Yngra. She had a thick patch of light brown pubic hair that extended 
in a narrowing line all the way up to her navel but near the labia it 
was nearly smooth. Her labia were fleshy and a pair of metal rings that 
gleamed like pure mithril pierced each lip. Yngra was a bit surprised 
to see how large the girl's clit was and noticed that, even though 
smaller than her own due to her greater size, it was proportionately a 
bit larger. On her wrists was a pair of bracers that looked like they 
were made of the finest steel. She also wore a pair of black leather 
boots and her hands and face were decorated in a sort of design with 
some kind of reddish henna dye.

"Tyrissa? What kind of name is that? Never heard anything like it." The 
giantess snorted, as a glob of cum dropped from her left breast and 
splattered onto the floor.

"Well, if you ever left that frozen icebox you call a home and got out 
a bit more you'd be surprised at what you'd hear. Or do Vikings only 
leave their shores to plunder and take the things that they are not 
smart enough to create for themselves?" Tyrissa replied, curtly. "Now 
if you want something to drink, I want that table dance."

"I do not care for your tone, little girl. You had best curb your sharp 
tongue when in the presence of your betters." Yngra replied, looking 
the girl in the eye evenly. Tyrissa met her gaze and, to her credit, 
never flinched or backed down. "Now, if it is a dance you want, you 
mysterious little wench, then I'll give you one...and then you will 
provide me with all the drink I can swallow."

"Ohhh, I'll do my part. You do yours." Tyrissa replied quietly as Yngra 
tested the large oaken table to make sure it could sustain her weight.

Satisfied the table would hold, Yngra yelled to the barkeep, "If I 
dance upon this table, will it break?"

The barkeep handed a drink to a cloaked elf who had just arrived, then 
glanced at Yngra and replied, "My friend, after the 100th bar fight in 
this place, I got tired of replacing the tables and chairs. It's 
reinforced by enchantments. Can't break, burn, or even tarnish. Dance 
away, I like the business you are bringing in."

Yngra got on top of the table and the band started to play once again. 
There was a crowd of men watching the dancing, but most kept their 
distance and the rest were recovering from having just shot their 
loads. Yngra looked down into Tyrissa's eyes and performed her best 
erotic "bump & grind" for her. She squatted with her g-string clad 
pussy inches away from Tyrissa's face and moved her hips back and 
forth, obscenely.

"You call that a sex dance?" Tyrissa sneered. "You need to do better 
than that if you are going to get anything to drink out of me! You 
dance like a drunken walrus and I bet you must fight like one too. You 
might be popular where you come from with clumsy dancing like that but 
I've seen much better."

"What!? What did you just say to me!?" Yngra exclaimed, with a look of 
incredulous surprise.

"You heard me, bitch, or did all that cum block up your ears?" Tyrissa 
replied. "Get that g-string off and let me see your pussy, you Viking 
slut, or do you only strip naked when you are being passed around a 
Norse longhouse like a cheap camp-whore?" Tyrissa reached up and with 
one quick yank, jerked Yngra's g-string off of her and threw it to the 
floor.

"Let me get a closer look. Watch it, you clumsy slut, that table is 
slippery." Tyrissa said as she stood up and grasped both of Yngra's 
ankles in either hand and yanked back sharply, causing Yngra to lose 
her balance and tumble backwards onto the table flat on her back.

WHAM! "Ooohf!" Yngra grunted as the Inn shook from the impact of her 
800 pound heavily muscled frame hitting the magically strengthened 
table.

Tyrissa instantly spread the giantess' legs wide before Yngra knew what 
was happening.

"Look at the size of that clit...and pierced, no less!" Tyrissa smiled 
as she gazed at Yngra's smooth pubic mound.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing, you little bitch!?" Yngra 
roared as she rolled off of the table and landed on her feet. She faced 
the athletic 6' tall human woman and her angry glare was enough to make 
most foes run for their lives.

"What do you think, you gigantic whore? Or are you really that stupid?" 
Tyrissa shot back, getting into a fighting stance.

As soon as she uttered those words there was a murmur from the crowd 
and then all fell silent as they realized what was about to happen. The 
barkeep didn't bother to call for his guards, since they would be 
useless in this particular encounter. Instead he just summoned his two 
dwarves porters to clean up the mess that would soon ensue.

"I warned you about that tongue of yours, bitch! I'm going to teach you 
a lesson you'll never forget!" Yngra spat as she lunged forward and 
slammed her right fist directly into Tyrissa's stomach, sending her 
flying across the room and through the large open window in the front.

The patrons hastily began to leave the Inn as Yngra glared at them and 
walked triumphantly to the bar and seized a keg of beer from the rack. 
"I'll have that beer now, barkeep!" Yngra loudly exclaimed, hefting the 
tapped keg and drinking from it in noisy gulps.

Suddenly there was a commotion from outside and just as Yngra finished 
her keg of beer she grunted in pain as Tyrissa, who seemed to appear 
out of nowhere, tackled her. The woman collided directly into the 
giantess' stomach and the force of the blow was unlike any other Yngra 
had felt from a foe this size. Even the trolls and ogres were never 
capable of such power. Yngra tumbled backwards and crashed into the 
table as Tyrissa jumped free, a smirk plainly evident on her gorgeous 
face.

"How...how did you do that?" Yngra exclaimed as she quickly got to her 
feet, her massive boobs slowly wobbling from her heavy breathing.

She swung a powerful right uppercut at Tyrissa but the woman avoided 
her blow.

"You could say it runs in the family," Tyrissa gasped, barely avoiding 
a right cross that would have flattened an ox.

"Well, it doesn't matter because I'm still going to pound you, you 
fucking slut!" Yngra growled, swinging again and again, and missing 
again and again.

"Promises, promises."

Tyrissa laughed mockingly, ducking and dodging this way and that. In 
truth, it was all she could do to stay out of the way of the barrage of 
fists and she was stuck on the defensive, never able to launch another 
good offense like her takedown earlier. If the damned giantess would 
just let her guard down again!

Suddenly Tyrissa yelped in pain as Yngra finally managed to land a good 
solid punch on her. Tyrissa was knocked across the floor and came to a 
halt amidst a tangle of chairs. She was dimly aware of her katar 
laughing smugly from her telepathic link. The weapon was in her room 
upstairs and mentally called to her but she refused. She had to do this 
herself if she were ever to find the shard she sought.

"That wasn't nice." Tyrissa hissed as she got up from the mass of 
furniture. "All right, you cunt, you taught me a lesson all right. You 
taught me not to have any mercy on you!"

Yngra laughed at Tyrissa's bold words but her laughter was cut short 
when Tyrissa kicked her backward up against a wall.

"Look at those huge tits of yours, slut, did anyone ever tell you what 
nice TARGETS they make?" Tyrissa yelled as she started punching the 
giantess's enormous breast globes, making them bounce and sway with 
each punishing jab.

"UUAAHHH!!!" Yngra screamed as her colossal boobs were assaulted and 
brutalized by the hammering punches of Tyrissa.

The loud meaty smacks could be heard even outside the inn and Yngra's 
tits began to lactate uncontrollably, spraying milk everywhere as her 
breasts were punched repeatedly.

WHAM! "OHHH!" WHUD! "UAAAH!" BAM! "AAHH!" SMACK! "EEAAH!" POW! 
"AAAHGH!" POW! "AAAH!" WHAM! "UUUHF!"

The entire Inn was now empty, as even the onlookers feared a stray 
table or chair flying their way with enough force to take their heads 
off. Even the barkeep had left his usual spot and gone into the 
kitchen. The two were now alone.

"You got nice tits, Viking slut!" Tyrissa smirked, reaching out and 
roughly squeezing two big handfuls of the giantess' ample boobs in 
either hand.

Tyrissa was not gentle.

"Nnyyyaaaaaah!!!" Yngra yelled as the gorgeous woman mauled her huge 
tit globes.

She could feel a sense of sexual excitement through the haze of pain 
and she seemed rooted to the spot.

"Such huge jugs...and so full of milk!" Tyrissa spoke through clenched 
teeth as she squeezed Yngra's gigantic melons and was rewarded with a 
large squirt of milk that splattered across her own large breasts.

Tyrissa savagely slapped one of Yngra's tits and then the other. The 
huge breast globes bounced and swayed upon every vicious impact.

"Uuuuaahhhngh!" Yngra grimaced in pain after every stinging blow.

Tyrissa did not stop until after thirty or forty slaps, leaving Yngra's 
brutalized boobs sore and aching.

"How do you like it, you whore? You like women, too, you slut?" Tyrissa 
leered.

Yngra's response was a backhand slap, which sent Tyrissa reeling 
backwards.

"You have much to learn about me, you little hellion!" Yngra roared.

"And you have much to learn about me as well, you Viking cunt!" Tyrissa 
spat back, performing a perfect sweeping kick that knocked Yngra onto 
her back, flat on the floor.

Tyrissa then seized Yngra's nipple rings as the surprised giantess 
blinked in disbelief. Yngra's nipple rings were so large Tyrissa could 
just barely fit her hands through and she gripped both golden rings 
securely and planted her feet securely on either side of the giantess. 
Tyrissa got down low so that she was squatting directly above Yngra and 
then began to pull. Exercising every ounce of her remarkable strength, 
Tyrissa pulled the 800 pound giantess' huge breasts taut until they 
resembled cones instead of orbs. Yngra's back arched and came off the 
floor as she was lifted by her nipple rings! Tyrissa's muscles flexed 
and she could feel the sweat dripping from her body as she grunted 
loudly and continued to pull Yngra higher.

"EEEYYAAAAAHHHH!!!" Yngra screamed in pain as she was hoisted up by her 
nipples.

If not for the enchantment of her rings she would be in need of 
bandages and several healing spells. However the magic of her rings 
prevented her from any harm in such a manner (although the rings in her 
nipple and clit do make those areas hyper-sensitive and this experience 
was agonizing beyond belief).

"Scream for me you Viking slut! Scream louder!" Tyrissa exclaimed, her 
powerful arms trembling from the immense strain.

Yngra's tit milk was squirting everywhere and sprayed Tyrissa full in 
the face and mixed with the sheen of sweat covering her muscular 
athletic body.

Yngra was brought up into a sitting position by Tyrissa's sadistic 
attack and the human woman yanked and tugged viciously on the 
giantess's nipple rings, eliciting all sorts of pain-filled shouts and 
gasps from Yngra.

Suddenly Yngra reached forward and grabbed Tyrissa's own breasts and 
squeezed.

"Eeeeyaaaiiiii!" Tyrissa screamed and released Yngra's nipple rings.

Yngra fell backwards with a loud thud and Tyrissa stumbled back and 
tripped over a wooden stool. Both women were quickly back on their feet 
and wasted no time in going after each other once again. Yngra and 
Tyrissa both lunged at each other simultaneously and began wrestling.

"You BITCH!" Tyrissa yelled and pulled Yngra's long golden hair.

"Fuck you, whore!" Yngra snarled and grabbed Tyrissa's hair and began 
pulling and yanking on it with equal fury.

Both women stumbled and struggled, grabbing and brutally squeezing each 
other's tits, ass, and pussy, spat in each other's face. They called 
each other every insulting and degrading name they could think of and 
the battle went from a slugfest to a wrestling match. They tumbled to 
the floor and rolled around the Inn for a few minutes before the melee 
spilled over outside. A tangled mass of arms, legs, tits and ass, they 
tumbled accidentally out the front door and into the street. The people 
outside the Inn recoiled in shock and surprise. Mother's covered their 
sons' eyes and husbands smiled while wives fumed. The two frantically 
struggling wrestlers collided with an apple cart, knocking it over and 
spilling apples across the cobblestone street. They slammed into an 
olive oil stand and were both covered in glistening oil from head to 
toe. They continued to fight, wending their way this way and that 
through the streets of the city, like a cyclone...with much the same 
effect. Both women never stopped cursing at each other but gradually 
their angry struggle began more to resemble something else.

Finally, the battle wound back around to a nearby brothel and right 
into the posh central hall. The courtesans shrieked in panic and dodged 
away from the two female combatants and the male customers quickly 
ducked out the back exit. The madam shrieked in terror as Yngra knocked 
Tyrissa backward and into a wooden shelf, causing all the expensive and 
delicate trinkets, vases, and statuettes therein to shatter. Tyrissa 
jumped up and caught Yngra with a flying kick to the stomach and the 
giantess crashed into two expensive chairs and an ornate sofa, reducing 
them to kindling and so much stuffing. Yngra stumbled on a loose rug 
and fell backwards through the inner door with a resounding crash. She 
was uninjured, but obviously off guard as she stood up and that was all 
Tyrissa needed to claim victory.

Tyrissa stepped in with a powerful uppercut aimed at Yngra's groin. 
Tyrissa threw all her might into that one massive punch and the loud 
"SMACK" of the impact echoed through the ornate halls like a 
thunderbolt.

"UUUAAOOWWW!!!" Yngra yelled, as Tyrissa's knuckles slammed into her 
smooth pubic mound with incredible force.

In fact, Tyrissa's entire fist and forearm was buried to the elbow 
inside the giantess' cunt and Yngra fell backwards with Tyrissa on top 
of her.

"Heh. Take that you fucking whore!" Tyrissa exclaimed, pumping her fist 
vigorously in and out of Yngra's wet slippery pussy.

"Uuaahhh! Oouuhhhh! Nnnnhhaaaa!" Yngra gasped and groaned as the wet 
sucking sounds of Tyrissa's wildly plunging fist filled the brothel.

"I got you, you cunt! Fucking Norse whore! I got you good, and now you 
are going to pay! Fucking slut! You VIKING SLUT!" Tyrissa loudly 
exclaimed and spit in Yngra's face for good measure.

Yngra screamed as Tyrissa's knuckles collided with her cervix and 
popped into her womb. The giantess could offer only token resistance as 
she experienced an amazing mix of pain and pleasure. Her clit was 
sticking out fully erect and her nipples were hard as well, and still 
dripping with milk.

For about half an hour, Tyrissa brutally fisted Yngra's pussy and used 
every ounce of her strength in so doing. The result was an intense 
orgasm, which caused the giantess to shudder and scream so loudly that 
the gawking courtesans covered their ears!

"EEUUUHHNNN!!!" Yngra yelled, tugging hard on her own nipple rings and 
squirting milk from her massive tits.

Tyrissa continued punching her fist in and out of the giantess' huge 
pussy and didn't stop until Yngra's orgasm had slowed down, something 
which took over twenty minutes. Afterwards, Yngra started to rise but 
Tyrissa callously pushed her back down.

"You aren't going anywhere yet, bitch. I'm not through teaching you 
your lesson." Tyrissa replied.

In seconds Tyrissa had Yngra's legs spread wide apart again and was 
licking her pussy. Yngra tried to kick her away but was astonished when 
she realized she could not escape Tyrissa's grip. The 6' tall human 
woman held Yngra's powerful thighs and began to suck on her sweaty, 
hairless, pussy mound.

"Oohhhhh!" Yngra moaned, uncontrollably.

"You like that, slut?" Tyrissa remarked, and then went back to work on 
the giant-sized pussy.

She sucked on Yngra's huge clit, which was as big as a human-sized 
man's penis and slid her tongue into the deep fleshy cleft of the 
giantess' cunt.

"Tell me how much you like it, you bitch. You Valkyrie whore!"

"Nnyyyyuuhhh!" Yngra moaned.

She could only respond with a groan of pleasure as Tyrissa expertly 
sucked and licked her pussy the way no other woman ever had before. It 
was pleasure beyond description and Yngra began to climax.

Tyrissa responded by taking Yngra's big thick sensitive clit between 
her teeth and biting down. Gently at first. Then hard.

"EEEYYUUHHH!" Yngra screamed, arching her back and clawing at the 
floor.

Tyrissa inwardly smiled and felt a surge of sexual excitement. This was 
getting her more excited by the second. She latched onto Yngra's soft 
clit and started thrashing her head like a dog playing with a rag. The 
effect was incredible.

"EEEEYYAAAAAH!!!" Yngra howled and began to climax harder and faster 
than she had in a long time.

The floor trembled and the walls shook as the giantess pounded the 
ground with her mighty fists and writhed under Tyrissa's remarkable 
oral skills. She began to piss like a fountain and sprayed Tyrissa 
right in the face.

Tyrissa hooked a finger through Yngra's clit ring and kept tugging at 
it while she dipped her head down and placed her open mouth right on 
Yngra's squirting pussy. She gulped down quart after quart of warm 
bitter piss, savoring the unique flavor. She could never keep up with 
the river Yngra was squirting but, nevertheless, swallowed as much as 
she possibly could. When Tyrissa could not swallow another drop she 
slid her tongue into Yngra's piss-hole and drove the giantess crazy 
with even more pleasure. About fifteen minutes later, Yngra was still 
climaxing and pissing so Tyrissa stuck her face and tits into the warm 
stream and let it drench her.

Yngra just kept groaning and pissing for what must have been about a 
total of thirty minutes. Judging from how much beer the giantess had 
drank it was not too surprising and she must have pissed about 3 
gallons. Tyrissa glanced over at the ruined sofa. The leather-covered 
cushions were just within reach. She saw a long leather string, which 
would come in handy right about now. She leaned way over and deftly 
fished the strip of leather out, smiling evilly. She began looping it 
through the ring in Yngra's big, thick clit and then tied it off 
securely. Tyrissa turned back around so she was facing Yngra and hung 
onto the leather string with one hand. As Yngra's climax finally began 
to subside, Tyrissa straddled her face, the giantess' face locked 
between the muscular thighs of the smaller woman, and ground her 
sweaty, musky, wet, auburn-haired pubic mound into Yngra's face.

"Suck my pussy, bitch! Suck it, you whore! Put that big long tongue of 
yours to good use and get it deep up my pussy, you Viking slut!" 
Tyrissa commanded, gyrating her hips on the giantess' face.

Yngra admired this girl's spirit and began sucking noisily on her 
pussy. The funky scent of the muscle girl's sweaty pussy was 
intoxicating and more powerful than any aphrodisiac. Yngra breathed in 
deeply through her nose and continued sucking and slurping on the wet 
pussy. Yngra sucked and tugged on Tyrissa's labia rings and flicked her 
tongue all over them. She stared at Tyrissa's big thick clit, which was 
sticking out fully erect from under its sheath. Yngra tugged on 
Tyrissa's labial rings with her teeth and then slid her tongue up to 
the girl's super-sensitive clit and sucked on it...hard.

"Uuuhhhngh!" Tyrissa groaned. "Come on, bitch. Suck meeee...uuaaangh! 
Suck that clit, you Nordic slut! Uuhhhh...yeah! You're my suck-slut, 
aren't you? Ohhhh...that's it! Mmmhhhh...suck it! Suck!"

Tyrissa reached back behind her and groped Yngra's massive lactating 
boobs until she'd found the giantess's nipple rings. She began pulling 
and tugging on them, which caused Yngra to gasp in pain (and pleasure).

Yngra was beginning to get aroused from being treated and spoken to 
this way. She continued to suck on Tyrissa's pussy good and hard, 
pausing only to probe as deeply as possible into the human-sized 
muscle-girl's tight wet pussy. Before long, Tyrissa was climaxing, but 
Yngra wanted to repay her in kind.

"EEEYYYAAAAHHH!!!" Tyrissa screamed, throwing her head back and yanking 
hard on Yngra's titty rings.

Yngra bit down lightly on Tyrissa's sensitive clit but soon the bite 
was much harder and less gentle. Tyrissa howled in either pleasure, 
pain, or both and pulled on the giantess's nipple rings just as hard as 
Yngra bit down on her clit. Yngra flicked her tongue around the very 
tip of Tyrissa's clit and that was what caused Tyrissa to instantly 
climax.

"UUAAAHHH!!" Tyrissa screamed at the top of her lungs.

She was brought to the highest plateau of pleasure and pain and her 
orgasm was the best she'd had in months. There was only one word to 
adequately describe it: intense.

Her beautiful shoulder-length blond mane of hair was tossed from side 
to side as she thrashed atop the giantess's face and continued to grind 
her pussy into Yngra's mouth. She gave a low groan and suddenly a warm 
jet of pee shot straight into Yngra's mouth. Yngra released Tyrissa's 
throbbing clit and began sucking on her gushing pussy, swallowing 
noisily the bitter liquid. She loved the taste of piss as much as beer 
and couldn't seem to ever get enough of either.

"Keep...your (ungh!) fucking...mouth... (AH!)... open, you... 
(uuaanh!)... giant Nordic... bitch!" Tyrissa growled through her 
massive orgasms.

She made her point by reaching back and giving a hard vicious yank on 
the leather string, pulling Yngra's clit taut.

"AaaoOOAaaOOWWWW!!!" Yngra screamed, her mouth open wide.

This was exactly what Tyrissa had intended and she pissed straight into 
the giantess' throat, filling her mouth to the brim and nearly choking 
the huge valkyrie warrior in piss.

Yngra's throat bobbed as she gagged and swallowed, trying to keep up 
with the steady stream being pissed into her mouth and every time she 
tried to close her mouth, Tyrissa pulled sadistically on the leather 
string, nearly pulling the ring out of the giantess' agonized clit. 
Somehow, Yngra was beginning to climax again and the unbelievable pain 
was bringing her an equal share of pleasure. She looked up into 
Tyrissa's eyes and licked her gushing pee-hole. This brought a loud 
groan of pleasure from Tyrissa as she stared back into the tear-
streaked eyes of her conquest.

"Suck that pussy, bitch! You're just a piss-drinking whore, aren't you? 
Swallow it faster, slut!" Tyrissa growled.

The steady piss stream was plainly audible and Yngra's wet gulping 
sounds aroused Tyrissa even more. She yanked on the leather string 
attached to Yngra's clit anytime that Yngra slowed down. Whenever she 
jerked the string, Yngra screamed, opening her mouth wide, allowing 
Tyrissa to fill it with warm piss.

Tyrissa could feel she had nearly emptied her full bladder and sneered 
down at Yngra.

"Keep your mouth open, but don't swallow, bitch!"

Tyrissa filled Yngra's mouth to the brim with piss and ground her 
orgasming pussy against the giantess' open mouth as she groaned.

As Tyrissa's orgasm finally subsided, she looked down at Yngra's wet 
face. She felt a fresh wave of arousal as she stared at the woman's 
open mouth filled to the top with golden yellow piss.

"Mmmhhh...That's what I like to see. A fucking bitch with her mouth 
full of piss. That's all you're good for, you worthless slut...drinking 
piss and getting a fist up your big tight pussy and ass. Just look at 
you...what a total slut! I think there's only one person who's as much 
of a slut-whore as you are."

Yngra grimaced as she held the acrid piss in her mouth. Her belly 
churned with the bitter liquid and she fought the urge to swallow it.

"Okay, bitch, if you don't want to keep that piss in your mouth any 
longer then give it to me." Tyrissa remarked, moving down so that her 
hips were straddling Yngra's muscular belly.

She lowered her face to Yngra's and stuck her tongue into Yngra's 
mouth, dipping it into the pool of piss. She entwined her tongue around 
Yngra's and pressed her lips firmly against Yngra's own, kissing her 
fiercely and passionately. She probed the giantess' mouth and relished 
the bitter taste of her own piss, moaning and writhing against Yngra's 
massive muscular body. Yngra let the piss in her mouth flow back into 
Tyrissa's and moaned lustfully as Tyrissa began swallowing and sucking. 
The embrace lasted for about 10 minutes, as both women began to grope 
and squeeze each other's tits and writhe against one another. It did 
not take long for the flames of lust to be rekindled in either woman, 
even after orgasming many times just previously.

Tyrissa rolled off of Yngra and hissed, "Turn over, whore, I want to 
fist that spectacular pussy of yours again! Two fists, this time! I 
love hearing you scream...it really gets me off!"

Yngra had only managed to roll over on her side when she felt Tyrissa 
impatiently lunge forward and smack one fist up the giantess's wet, 
tight pussy. Yngra had one leg up over Tyrissa's shoulder and both legs 
were bent and wide open as she gasped in surprise at the sudden 
assault.

"UUHHHFF!" Yngra grunted, the impact of the blow nearly taking her 
breath away. Tyrissa smiled evilly and licked her lips as she drew her 
fist back and punched Yngra's pussy again, this time burying her fist 
inside the giant gripping cunt.

"AAOOWW! GODS!" Yngra cried out in pain. Tyrissa was much rougher and 
more violent this time and Yngra felt the full measure of her uncanny 
strength.

Tyrissa lustfully gazed into Yngra's eyes as she plunged her fist in 
deep. She went in all the way to the elbow and then pressed her other 
fist up between Yngra's pussy lip and her forearm. With a good bit of 
effort (and cursing) she forced her fist inside Yngra's pussy.

"Fucking BITCH! How do you like getting your pussy double-fisted? Go 
ahead and scream. For all the good it'll do you!" Tyrissa snarled, 
jamming her other fist in as deeply as the first and then driving both 
all the way down to the giantess' cervix.

"EeeaayyYAAAHH!!!" Yngra howled, thrashing her head from side to side 
as her senses were ablaze with painful pleasure.

"Awww, YEAH! Take it, you bitch! TAKE IT! Gonna get you down and just 
pulverize that tight Nordic pussy of yours, you big Nordic CUNT! You 
think I'm gonna stop at your cervix? Huh...You damned slut?" Tyrissa 
glowered, as the smells of sweat, piss, and pussy overwhelmed her with 
burning lust.

"UuuuaaAAAAUUUHHH!!!" Yngra screamed, looking between her legs at 
Tyrissa's two forearms buried to the elbow in her wide-stretched pussy. 
Tyrissa's face beamed with pure wanton lust and she was obviously 
deriving sexual arousal from Yngra's loud groans and screams.

"Well FUCK YOU!" Tyrissa roared, "You're going to take it ALL!" Tyrissa 
then made her point by jabbing both fists forward.

She grunted from the effort; it was not easy to force both of her fists 
through Yngra's tight cervical opening and into her womb. Tyrissa, 
however, was determined and managed to jam both fists up into Yngra so 
far that her knuckles popped through the cervix and collided with the 
back of the giantess' womb.

"AAAEEEYYAAAHHHH!!!" Yngra screamed loudly, lost in a sea of pleasure 
and pain.

She was climaxing rapidly and continually and her pussy convulsed over 
and over, squeezing Tyrissa's arm so hard that it caused Tyrissa to cry 
out in pain herself.

"Come on, BITCH! SLUT! WHORE! DYKE! CUNT!" Tyrissa swore as she 
grimaced at the pressure Yngra's pussy was putting on her arms and 
fists.

She continually pumped them in and out of the writhing giantess' 
gripping pussy. Wet sucking sounds filled the air as Tyrissa shoved her 
fists in and out of Yngra's tight pussy. Sweat dripped from Tyrissa's 
brow as she plowed her fists in and out of Yngra as fast and hard as 
she could, putting all of her awesome strength into it.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" Yngra screamed, thrashing and convulsing in painful 
orgasms as Tyrissa savagely worked her over.

The wet, sucking 'gursh! glush! glurk! gursh!' sounds of Tyrissa's 
fists pistoning in and out of Yngra's big tight pussy were as arousing 
as the giantess' wails and moans. Every thrust brought Tyrissa's 
knuckles down hard against the back of Yngra's womb and the intense 
sensation was nigh indescribable.

A monumental orgasm of truly great proportions wracked every fiber of 
Yngra's body and she could do nothing but scream and climax 
continuously for the next ten or fifteen minutes. It was pure bliss and 
pure hell all rolled up into one magnificent experience. Her throat was 
raw and hoarse from screaming so much and so loud but she couldn't 
control herself. Piss sprayed again from her climaxing pussy and 
drenched Tyrissa's arms. A few jets even hit Tyrissa in the face and 
she opened her mouth and caught a few spurts. During the entire thing, 
Tyrissa never stopped leering down into Yngra's face and raping her 
with her lustful stare and expression.

As Yngra's orgasms started to lessen, Tyrissa pulled her fists out of 
the giantess' pussy and licked them clean as Yngra gasped for breath, 
her massive tits heaving up and down. Tyrissa tossed her blonde hair 
and smiled in satisfaction. If she had intended to prove herself to 
this mightily muscled Norsewoman then she had more than accomplished 
her task. Judging from the similar expression of satisfaction on the 
giantess' face it was a lesson well received.

The giantess got up into a sitting position on the expensive (but now 
torn and soaked) rug and rubbed her head. "You fight well."

"So do you. I trust that now you don't see me as weak and useless, do 
you?" Tyrissa replied, tossing her blonde hair to one side.

Her back ached and she felt like she had definitely sprained a muscle 
or two but she didn't want to let too much of her discomfort show. The 
fact was, it had been some time since she'd been in a brawl like that 
and, though her weapon skills were incredible, she made a mental note 
to practice more hand-to-hand fighting sometime.

"Ha! You have proven that you would make a worthy addition to any 
Jarl's raiding party! I am Yngra Ragnarsdottir. I have come here to 
seek information regarding my fellow crewmen. There was a storm at sea 
and the ship was lost. Some of the men may have arrived here."

"I see. Well my name is Tyrissa Gwelliana and I would be willing to 
help you find your crew if you might be willing to help me find 
something in return." Tyrissa responded. "It is a shard which..."

"A shard?" Yngra interrupted. "I remember a godar aboard ship who had 
some kind of magical shard. He spoke of his mission to give it to some 
temple for safekeeping. I think it was the temple of Silune, or Selene, 
or some other religion I have never heard of. They worship the moon."

"I don't know where this temple is, but I bet the two of us could find 
it. Perhaps we can find your missing shipmates as well. That is, if you 
wouldn't mind working together," Tyrissa asked hopefully.

"Very well. Where will you be when I need to find you?" Yngra asked.

"I am staying at that Inn where we fought...at least I am if the owner 
hasn't decided to kick me out because of that battle we had. I have a 
horse stabled there. His name is Greybeard."

Just then there was a loud commotion from the main hall of the brothel. 
The madam's voice was raised and she sounded quite upset. Suddenly both 
Yngra and Tyrissa heard the sounds of many heavy footsteps approaching 
at a brisk pace.

"Guards!" Tyrissa hissed.

Her eyes rapidly searched the room. She jumped to her feet and bolted 
for a small door towards the far end of the room. Yngra also sprang to 
her feet and headed that way but soon found she could not fit through 
the small opening. She might be able to make it if she really tried but 
with only seconds to spare she gave up and chose the direct route.

With a mighty roar, Yngra ducked her head down and put her arms over 
her face and charged. Her heavy footsteps shook the room and the fully 
armored guards were scattered before her hugely muscled, 12-foot tall, 
800 pound frame. Like a wild elephant, Yngra slammed past the guards 
and sent them sprawling to either side as she shot out the front door 
of the brothel and into the busy streets outside (knocking over a hay 
cart in the bargain). She quickly surveyed her surroundings and headed 
for the only relatively safe place she could think of in this 
city...the Inn of the Siren's Repose.

As she bounded up and down the streets and alleys, her massive boobs 
bouncing and her magnificent ass jiggling, she felt truly alive and 
laughed out loud as the streets erupted into chaos in her wake. This is 
what it meant to be truly alive and free and she was glad she didn't 
have to live like these fools...like rats in a cage of their own 
making. She rounded a corner and came to the Inn, having left her 
pursuers behind quite some time ago. She ran into the stable and 
collapsed onto a pile of hay, still laughing and gasping for breath. As 
she rested in the stable she looked at all the horses and spotted one, 
a big hulking warhorse, with a small patch of grey hair hanging from 
his chin. She saw several other horses in the stalls here but that one 
was the biggest and most powerful.

"Well, that must be her horse." Yngra thought. "Can't fault her taste 
in steeds. I'd like to have a giant-sized steed myself."

The giantess leisurely walked around the high-ceilinged stable and was 
a bit surprised to find her battle-ax in the corner. Apparently either 
Tyrissa or the tavern keeper anticipated her return and placed it 
there.

With a yawn, the giantess stretched out in her large comfortable 
surroundings and drifted off to sleep early. She smiled with wicked 
glee at the surprise she had planned for the next day.

"I would have won that fight if I'd not tripped in that narrow human-
sized hall." She thought. "She thinks she's won and has put me in my 
place? That smug little bitch is going to find out just how short-lived 
her 'victory' truly is."

With wicked thoughts and vicious dreams Yngra settled into the soft hay 
and clutched her mighty axe, smiling with dark mirth.

***

Tyrissa ran through the doorway into the small antechamber. Her skin 
still glistened with sweat, piss, breast milk, and spit. Glancing 
around she spotted a small window behind a set of curtains. Ignoring 
the aches in her muscular body, she reached out and pulled down the 
curtains with a single tug. A quick kick knocked the shutters open, 
revealing a narrow alleyway running behind the brothel. The exhausted 
fighter squeezed through the narrow window and into the dimly lit 
thoroughfare. Wrapping the curtain around her to conceal her nudity, 
she made her way down the alley. Luck was with Tyrissa for the moment. 
She managed to avoid several groups of city guards by ducking behind 
carts or into doorways as they passed. Looking back up the street she 
could see the giantess Yngra plow through a squad of guards. Bodies 
went flying as the massive Nordic warrior careened into the guards. 
They barely slowed her as she tipped over a loaded hay cart with the 
impact of her massive frame. In the resulting turmoil the blond haired 
Valkyrie made good on her own escape. Tyrissa noted with a smile that 
her new companion was running in the wrong direction.

"Whatever," she thought. "Let her lead the guards away, it'll be easier 
for me to make it back to the inn."

Pulling the tattered curtain tighter around her body, she cautiously 
made her way through the city streets.


After dodging patrols, Tyrissa made it back to the Inn of the Siren's 
Repose. The tavern was still open although only a handful of patrons 
were inside. The barkeep and several members of his staff were still 
busy trying to put the place back in order after the recent upheaval. 
Tyrissa tried vainly to slip past them unnoticed but the barkeeper 
spotted her.

"You!" he roared. "Do you realize how much money you and your giant 
friend cost me? Who's gonna' pay for these damages?" he demanded 
angrily.

Tyrissa held up her hand and tried her best to placate the innkeeper.

"Now look, her dance brought in a lot of customers before our little 
tiff."

"Little tiff!! Little tiff!!" he shouted. "You two nearly wrecked the 
place. Half of my glassware shattered, three windows broken, door 
ripped of its hinges. It'll take more than a few customers to make up 
for that!"

"Alright, I am sure we can work something out," she tried to say 
soothingly.

The innkeeper refused to be mollified. He continued to vent his anger 
on the young woman despite her best efforts to calm him. Finally he 
went too far.

"If you think I'm going to let two stupid bitches come into my place 
and..awwwkkk!"

Tyrissa grabbed the innkeeper by the throat and pulled him close.

"Watch your tongue fool. I said I would pay for your fucking damages," 
she hissed through clenched teeth.

The innkeeper staggered back as Tyrissa released her hold. For a moment 
there he would have sworn that her green eyes burned with an unholy 
light.. Turning her back on the intimidated merchant, Tyrissa went over 
to where her clothes were laying in a heap. Reaching into her belt 
pouch she pulled out a large ruby. The precious stone was the size of a 
robin's egg. With disdain she tossed it to the innkeeper. The fat man 
let out a low whistle as he realized the worth of the stone.

Tyrissa gathered her clothes and placed them inside her cloak. Bundling 
them inside the garment, she turned to go upstairs. As she did, she 
spotted the haft of Yngra's ax sticking out from behind a pile of 
overturned tables. Walking over, she tossed aside the tables to uncover 
the weapon. Leaning down, she started to pick up the ax when one of the 
dwarves, Nalorth, called out to her.

"Don't bother, missy. Me and my brother both couldn't lift that 
cutter."

"That so?" replied Tyrissa.

Conscious that she was being watched, the young woman bent down and 
grasped the haft of the ax firmly with both hands. Hoping her centaur-
based strength was up to the task, she lifted the ax. The overworked 
muscles of her arms and back cried out in agony as she slowly raised 
the weapon off the floor. Her back alone felt as if someone was running 
a lit torch over the bunched muscles. Kemdar swore as he witnessed this 
feat of strength.

"By Greld's Anvil!!" swore the dwarf, staring at her. "How in the name 
of all the gods can you lift that thing?"

"Clean living and a good diet," she retorted, grimacing from the 
strain.

Staggering under her heavy burden, the young woman carried the ax out 
to the stable. By the time she arrived her breaths came in short gasps 
as she struggled to carry her burden. With a supreme sigh of relief, 
Tyrissa set the weapon against the wall. She leaned against the wall, 
resting as she caught her breath. Fresh sweat glistened on her face and 
her arms trembled from the exertion. With a groan she straightened her 
aching back.

"I am going to be sore tomorrow."

Looking at her arms she was shocked to see the bruises blossoming under 
her olive skin. Yngra's cunt had squeezed her arms so hard during her 
fisting session that the livid purple bruises were the result. The 
warrior was grateful that her magic bracers had protected her from 
serious injury in her fight with the Nordic giantess. They enveloped 
her with a magic field that protected her as well as the finest plate 
mail. This more than anything else had allowed her to survive Yngra's 
powerful assault.

Pulling the makeshift curtain/dress tighter around her body, Tyrissa 
spent a few minutes checking on Greybeard. Satisfied that he was being 
well looked after, she returned to the tavern. Stopping to pick up her 
bundle of clothing, she addressed the innkeeper.

"My giant friend, as you called her, will be staying in the stable 
tonight, unless you have a room big enough for her needs?"

The portly man rubbed the top of balding head. Shaking his head, he 
agreed that would be best.

"You can include that cost in the payment of that ruby. It will more 
than cover it. Don't you think, Harlie?"

Harlie nodded in agreement. For a moment he considered apologizing for 
his earlier insult but Tyrissa didn't appear to be in the mood for 
further conversation. With a scowl on her face she marched up the 
stairs to her room.

After closing her door, Tyrissa sat on the bed. A half-sob, half-laugh 
noise escaped her lips. The stress, both physical and emotional, of her 
encounter with the giantess threatened to overwhelm her. The adventurer 
couldn't think of the last time she had been so brutal with a partner. 
Normally Tyrissa's augmented strength and sexual desire, both products 
of her centaur heritage, meant that she usually had to hold back a 
little with her lovers. But in this case the Norsewoman had taken 
everything Tyrissa had done to her and come back for more. That had 
shaken the young woman more than she was comfortable with. And then 
there was the violence of their coupling. It certainly couldn't be 
called 'making love'. 'Sex' was too tame of a word. 'Fucking' came 
close.

"Go ahead and say it. You know what you what the word is," said a 
little voice in her head.

She shook her head, trying vainly to deny her own thoughts. But try as 
she might, the truth of her actions kept coming back to her. Rape. That 
was what it was. Try as she might, Tyrissa had to admit she had let her 
excitement and lust blind her. Certainly Yngra hadn't complained. 
Perhaps to the Viking raider it wasn't seen as rape, or if it were it 
didn't matter the same as it did to Tyrissa. But now it was Tyrissa who 
had the guilty conscience.. It was just that the giantess was so damn 
sexy. And that table dance of hers, it was all Tyrissa could do to 
control herself. The big Nordic blond had exuded sex as she danced. The 
smaller woman had let herself get caught up in Yngra's erotic spell. 
Now her sense of guilt was building as she reviewed her actions.

"And now you torture yourself for no reason," interrupted a familiar 
voice in her head.

"Karath, what are you talking about?"

"You enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, and no one was killed. It is only your 
foolish adherence to those moral codes of yours that causes you pain."

Karath spat out the word 'codes' like some sort of curse. The magical 
weapon used his telepathy to communicate with Tyrissa, constantly 
expounding on the virtues of chaos and the shortcomings of laws and 
codes. As an agent for the Forces of Chaos, the spirit residing inside 
her katar was constantly looking for opportunities to cause and spread 
chaos and conflict. Tyrissa was just about to retort when someone 
knocked on her door. Half expecting to find a squad of angry guardsmen 
outside, she cautiously opened the door. In the hallway stood the two 
dwarven porters. They had brought the bathtub and hot water to her 
room.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Well, Harlie thought you might want to take a bath, and I think he 
feels real bad about what he said to you," Kemdar replied.

She stepped back and let them in. They filled the tub and left, sensing 
she wasn't in the mood for company at the moment. With a sigh, Tyrissa 
lowered her aching, sticky body into the near-scalding water. For a 
long while she simply soaked, letting the warmth penetrate her tense 
muscles. Letting herself relax until the water started to feel chilly, 
Tyrissa finished bathing and stood up. Her wet skin glistened in the 
candlelight as droplets of water ran over her ample curves. After 
drying herself off with a coarse towel, she lay on the bed and 
stretched sensuously. The early tension had been replaced by a feeling 
of lassitude that made her eyelids and limbs heavy. Her mind replayed 
the scenes from her struggle with the Norse woman. As she recalled the 
battle, Karath scanned her memories. While he was pleased by Tyrissa's 
actions, he found himself feeling cheated. He had not been allowed to 
take part in the combat, meaning that he had not had the opportunity to 
feed off the energies of chaos. The spirit residing inside the 
enchanted blade decided to take matters into his own ethereal hands.

Summoning his willpower, Karath began to excise his control over 
Tyrissa's body. This was one of the dark sides of Karath's power. The 
sentient blade could pit his ego against that of his wielder's in a 
battle for dominance. Over countless centuries of existence he had 
taken control of warriors, fighters, kings, queens, despots, and 
tyrants. With their bodies he had started wars, built and destroyed 
empires all in the name of Chaos. But no one in his many years of 
existence had resisted his will like the young half centaur/half human 
woman lying on the bed next to him. To his never-ending consternation, 
he found himself unable to overwhelm her control except in the rarest 
of circumstances. Only during times where her emotional and mental 
reserves were drained did he find himself able to best her. Times like 
right now. Sensing her emotional turmoil, coupled with her physical 
condition, Karath decided to strike.

"You know, girl. You have not fed me in far too long of a time," his 
voice echoed in her head.

Rolling over on the bed and grasping the handle of her weapon, Tyrissa 
responded.

"What are you talking about blade? Have you forgotten the brigands that 
attacked us on our way to Ivaarhomme?"

"Those weak fools? They offered me little enough sustenance. How am I 
to survive if you keep me from my purpose? Not once did you summon me 
during the fight with that Viking slut."

"Well, I was a bit preoccupied. And besides, I only wanted to prove 
myself to her, not try to take her life. I know you wouldn't have 
passed up and opportunity to feast on her soul, Karath."

Tyrissa referred to her katar's most frightening ability. To gather 
energy to survive, the blade could elect to drain the life force of an 
individual in a single blow. The person's soul and spirit were consumed 
utterly by the ravenous weapon. Tyrissa had lost her own fianc�e to the 
mystic blade in just such a way. The black blade preferred to take the 
souls of extraordinary individuals. Tyrissa had discovered that she 
could neither predict nor prevent Karath's use of this power. Someone 
like Yngra was just the type of meal the Chaos Blade would go after. 
Tyrissa might need the giantess for her search for the shard, but 
Karath had his own agenda.

"Still, I hunger. If you deny me the sweet chaos of combat, you will 
nourish me in a more direct manner," he gloated.

"What?? No Karath, not now."

"Yes, now!" he replied as his will suddenly attacked her mind.

Tyrissa was horrified to see her hand reach out and grasp the hilt of 
the katar, sliding the blade free of its scabbard. The blade, forged of 
an alloy of black meteoric iron and other exotic metals, seemed to 
absorb the light around it. The ancient weapon was a type of punch 
dagger. The foot-long blade was connected to a H-shaped hilt. The tops 
of the hilt legs connected to a cross-guard that the blade was attached 
to. Unlike more common swords, the weapon's wielder grasped the 
crossbar of the 'H', resulting in a grip that was at a right angle to 
the blade, not inline with it. When gripped, the blade appeared to come 
from the top of the user's fist.

"Karath, get... out of... my... body," she groaning, trying to resist his 
influence.

She hated this, this invasion, this rape of her body.

"Yes, it is like rape, isn't it? Just like your rape of the Viking."

"No!!" she cried, trying to deny his accusation.

Karath took advantage of her distraction. Before she could stop him, he 
caused her to drag the point of the blade over her skin. As the metal 
touched her flesh, a faint blue nimbus illuminated the point of 
contact. Tyrissa gasped as the magical aura created sensations of 
pleasure too sweet to describe. She was rapidly becoming a prisoner 
inside her own body as the physical pleasure further weakened her will 
to resist. Her arm began to stroke her bare breasts with the point of 
the blade, the sharp point pricking her skin as it went along. The 
little stings of pain only served to further intensify the pleasure of 
Karath's magical caress. She could feel her body respond involuntarily; 
her nipples hardening into brown nubs, her areoles swelling and growing 
puffy as the arcane energy flowing from the blade stimulating them 
beyond her ability to bear.

"Please Karath, don't do this... I can't... I don't..." she moaned.

The scent of her arousal filled the room as her sex became a cauldron 
of seething lust. Her labia darkened to a reddish brown as they filled 
with blood. From the depths of her cunt came a steady flow of feminine 
spend. The sweet honey ran down the valley of her groin, soaking the 
sheets she was lying on.

"Don't?? Can't??" mocked Karath. "You know you crave my touch, slut!"

"Nooooo......" she protested as Karath moved her arm lower still.

The blue glow grew in strength as the weapon fed off Tyrissa's 
magically enforced lust. Small streamers like miniature lightning bolts 
flashed off the blade. Wherever these bolts touched her flesh blossomed 
feelings of ecstasy so strong that her muscles spasmed in response.

"Liar," taunted the Chaos Blade. "You forget, I know your mind, your 
very thoughts. A part of you wants this, enjoys this. The helplessness, 
the surrender."

"No.." she said weakly, trying to deny the truth of his words.

But in her heart she knew he was right. Some part of her loved this 
debauchery, reveled in the violation of her body. She knew that her 
arousal wasn't all Karath's doing. The shame of being a slave to a 
thing, an object that wasn't even a real person anymore was a turn-on 
for her. The chance to be out of control, to submit to another's will 
totally was some sort of release for the young woman.. Her pride could 
deny it, fight it most of the time, but when she let Karath take 
control her body revealed the truth.

Karath gave Tyrissa her first climax as he moved the tip of his blade 
over her clit. A powerful cerulean spark arced out to strike her 
clitoris. Instantly, a powerful mind-shattering orgasm swept through 
her. Karath hungrily absorbed the energy of her lust as she cried out. 
Her cunt honey gushed out, striking and coating the ebony surface of 
the blade. Her fluids were quickly absorbed into the metal. When he did 
this, the spirit of Karath could actually taste her, a sweet and spicy 
flavor that drove him wild with desire.

Karath caused more streamers of blue energy to play over Tyrissa's 
body. They ran over her skin like electricity, stimulating her nerves 
with overdoses of pleasure. Karath caused them to concentrate on her 
erogenous zones. Her breasts, her lips, her clit, even her anus were 
attacked by hundreds of tendrils of magical energy. The result was a 
series of orgasms that removed most of her ability to think coherently. 
Karath's lust led him to force more and more pleasure from the helpless 
woman's body. His own energies grew more powerful as he drained Tyrissa 
like some sexual vampire. Before long her body was enveloped in a 
cocoon of blue energy. Her flesh was so saturated by the arcane 
emanations that it began to glow from the excess energies. All the 
while Karath continued to mentally taunt and tease his prey.

"Look at you. A helpless slut, mine to command. You love this, don't 
you harlot?"

"Yesssss..." she sobbed. "Give me more..."

"Oh, now you want more? I could break your mind right now, make you my 
slave. Snuff out your will, turn you into some mindless whore, living 
only for the pleasure I give you."

Tyrissa orgasmed yet again as his words played in her head. Part of her 
feared that he would carry out his threat; another part of her hoped he 
would. What she didn't know was that while he had the ability to do so, 
he never would. Given his chaotic nature, he thrived off the chaos 
inside her as she struggled against him and herself. To suppress her 
individuality, her specialness was something he could never actually 
do. Finally, he could restrain himself no longer.

That part of Tyrissa that was still aware of her surrounding looked on 
in horrid anticipation as her own arm began to nuzzle the opening to 
her swollen sex with the tip of the katar. The black metal made the 
silver of the twin mithril rings in each labia stand out in contrast. 
These magical pieces of intimate jewelry protected her vagina and anus 
during sex. The charms allowed her to stretch her openings beyond human 
limits, preventing injury if not discomfort. Perhaps it was their power 
that allowed what would happen next; perhaps it was Karath's own 
magical nature that was responsible.

Slowly, the point of the weapon slipped between her nether lips, 
sinking deeper into her drooling, dripping cunt. The katar eagerly 
absorbing her juices as it slowly penetrated her sex. Somehow the razor 
sharp edges of the blade did not cleave through the tender folds of her 
pussy. The weapon did not feel like a thin blade inside Tyrissa. To the 
heaving woman it felt more like a cock, a thick wonderful cock that 
filled her completely. The weapon's aura was stimulating ever nerve 
inside her, pushing her so far past her limits she could not comprehend 
it.

"Now you are truly mine, woman," cried Karath.

With those words Karath unleashed the full measure of his power deep 
inside Tyrissa's cunt. Orgasms of divine power blasted through her. Her 
mind could not withstand the onslaught of ecstasy; it simply collapsed 
in on itself, riding inside the maelstrom of pleasure like a boat 
caught in the eye of a hurricane. Over and over her body erupted in 
climax as the weapon manipulated her body. Tyrissa jerked like a woman 
caught in an epileptic seizure. Her eyes had long ago rolled back into 
her head while she foamed at the mouth like a rabid dog. Hour after 
hour passed as Karath drank his fill of the helpless warrior. By that 
time her entire body was glowing a bright white light. The level of 
power Karath was absorbing was so great that it held Tyrissa's body 
suspended in midair, fully two feet over the surface of the bed.

People staying at the inn wondered about the unearthly light shining 
brightly from under the door of her room. As they passed her door in 
the hallway on the way to their own rooms, they could only wonder what 
strange magics where be performed inside the room into the late hours 
of the night. Word of her struggle with the Norse giantess had spread 
and by now no one wanted to risk bothering the formidable woman. Inside 
the room, her body's ordeal was finally ending. When Karath go absorb 
no more strength from her abused form, he gently lowered her twitching 
body to the bed.

Tyrissa lay on the covers of her bed, the sweat slowly evaporating, 
bringing her temperature back down to normal. Small tremors and spasms 
still wracked her frame as her nervous system tried to regain some sort 
of equilibrium. The glowing aura surrounding her slowly faded until the 
room, its candles having burnt out hours ago, was cloaked in darkness. 
Then the room gradually brightened as a glowing figure slowly 
manifested itself beside the bed.

The figure was that of a man wearing an ancient style of armor not seen 
by living people in tens of thousands of years. The man looking down at 
Tyrissa's sleeping form. Reaching down, he grasped the hilt of the 
katar and tenderly pulled the blade from the depths of her vagina. The 
mystical blade was so full of energy it shone with a white light as 
bright as the sun. It was this level of energy that allowed Karath to 
manifest in a corporeal form. The body he created was a replica of his 
own, long ago sacrificed to the Elder Gods of Chaos to create the 
enchanted katar. One of the greatest warriors in the armies of Chaos, 
he had given his body so that his soul could be bound to the Chaos 
Blade for all eternity. Picking up the scabbard, he sheathed the weapon 
that was now his home, his being. Turning to look at Tyrissa's 
slumbering form, he placed the glowing palm of his hand on the valley 
between her breasts. He could feel her warmth, as well as her pulse. 
For a moment he watched her breasts rise and fall in time with her 
steady breathing. For the briefest of times, a look of regret crossed 
his face as he studied her peaceful features. Finally he was satisfied 
she had survived his ordeal. Channeling a small portion of the energy 
she had given him, he created a wave of healing power that flowed from 
his palm to spread outward through her body. As he watched the bruises 
and minor injuries she sustained in her fight with Yngra disappeared. 
The strained muscles of her arms and back were healed as the wave 
passed through them. Tyrissa's body relaxed as she sank deeper into a 
restful slumber.

"Rest beloved."

With these words Karath bent down and kissed her softly on the lips 
before his body faded from sight.