Bear Meinhardt in Barovia
I woke up to Mary having hysterics in the common room. I quickly threw on my clothing and bolted down the stairs.
He's taken her. she screamed. Gertruda! He's taken Gertruda.
I stopped on the stairs and waited. I had taken Gertruda's virginity and planted my seed deep inside the young lady. I could still feel her warm vaginal walls gripping my throbbing cock. I smiled softly but then turned my mind back to the situation. Did her virgin blood stain the sheets? I couldn't remember if I cleaned up the bedding. I remember washing myself and making sure everything looked in order before I left, but had I taken the extra steps to make sure she was cleaned up as well. The fight with the zombies had taken over my thoughts and I couldn't remember.
That monster Strahd used the zombies as a cover to abduct my Gertruda from her bed. He's taken her to the castle. Mary's voice raised as she got more and more worked up.
Perhaps, she walked home this morning for fresh clothing or something? The voice belonged to one of the Vistani that owned the inn. Perhaps, you should check there before making accusations against the Lord of the Castle. You do not want to come to his attention.
I had moved down the stairs enough to see the vistani make a sign of warding against evil as he mentioned the Lord of the Castle. Mary seized on the hope and ran to the door of the tavern and left fleeing towards her townhome. I watched the door close behind her. I made a mental note to check on her later.
I ordered breakfast at the bar and decided that I'd follow up on Ashlyn's request to see about her fellow Lightbringers. I ate quickly, ran back upstairs and put my gear on, grabbed my whip. I didn't expect to find any undead on the way to the church, but after last night I was a bit more cautious. I looked for Ashlyn in the town square, but I didn't find her. I'd have liked her company, she was kind of cute.
I heard screaming coming from down the street. I turned in that direction to explore first. I followed it the darkened two story town house where I met Mary and Gertruda. A soft moaning devoid of all hope floated on the air. The door was open, so I pushed it further and followed the sound up to a small bedroom on the second floor.
Mary was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room. The room was painted pink with fluffy white clouds. A yellow sun smiled down from the ceiling. A great fairy castle with gleaming crystal windows adorns a wall, with pretty girls, unicorns, and handsome lords painted on its veranda's and courtyards. A small canopied bed stood in one corner of the room, made up perfectly. Dolls, play-princess crowns, and other little girls toys fill shelves. But Mary, sitting despondant in the middle of the floor clutching a small doll, wept tears of agony.
I approached intending to offer comfort. I heard her mumbling to herself and then she turned her eyes to me.
I kept her here her whole life. She was safe here. We should never have gone to the inn. She didn't know anything of the real world, she only knew the fairy tales that I told her. The real world was too harsh, too dangerous for her. Now he has her, I know the worst has come to pass.
She broke down and started to sob again and I watched as her mind left her, consumed in her grief. The only way to bring her back from her grief would be to bring back Gertruda. I didn't mention that I had left her drugged with poison and unconscious, an easy prey for someone to steal away. I placed a cover about Mary's shoulders and touched her hand in comfort. I left back down the stairs , closed and locked the door to the townhouse. I would do my best to get Gertuda back, if I could find her.
I felt responsible leaving Gertruda drugged and sleeping. It bothered me more than implanting the suggestion of her lusting after or taking her virginity. Although, I did admit I'd have enjoyed it more if I had known just how virginal she really was. My cock throbbed just thinking of her and easing my cock deep into her. I reached down and adjusted my junk, then squared my shoulders and headed to the church.
As I walked down the street, the mists began to fill the streets. It struck me odd how the mists seemed to move in and out of the streets almost as if controlled by some sinister host. Ahead of me at the intersection, a dead horse lay stinking up the street. The horse's entrails seemed to have attracted a small group of zombies.
I reached for my whip and could feel the holy energy within it pulse in my hands almost as if it could feel the undead in front of me. I moved within reach of the whip and was ready to strike when foul, human like creatures glided from the doorways of nearby buildings and attacked the zombies. The human like creatures had mottled, decaying flesh drawn tight across clearly visable bones. They were mostly hairless with large carnivore's teeth and eyes that burn like hot coals in their sunken sockets. The stench they put off helped me to identify them as ghasts, a more deadly type of ghoul. I remembered from my studies that they had a form of paralysis if they hit you, and that made them a deadly enemy indeed.
The ghasts made quick work of the zombies and were ripping the flesh from the dead bodies when they noticed me. I managed to dart into a doorway to limit the number of them that could get to me and keep them from getting behind me. When the first one got within reach of my whip, I stuck. The whip flared with white holy energy and the first ghast fell. The second ghast reached where I stood and I managed to dodge its claw. The third and final one was not able to reach me in the doorway.
The ghast lunged with a claw, claw and bite. I kicked it backwards into the third ghast, keeping its teeth and claws away from me. I managed to get my whip with a side arm to wrap around the second ghast, it's end giving a nice pop and crackle with holy energy as it did a nice wrap around strike. It left the creature entangled in my whip, but a flick of the wrist as it collapsed allowed me to pull my whip back.
The third ghast was a bit more leery, but its hunger drove it forward. The whip flashed forward once more and the ghast fell. I knew I was lucky that the whip's holy energy made the undead fall rather quickly, but I had a horrible suspicion that as I got more and more involved in the mystery surrounding Barovia that future encounters would not be as easily overcome. I also knew that had they caught me in the open and surrounded me, that I probably would not have survived.
A cold wind blew down the street and the mists receeded a bit. I continued on toward the church and felt a pain in my ankle. Looking down, I saw the dead ghasts claw had seized my ankle. I felt my limbs grow a bit numb and then refuse to move. I couldn't move. I could think, but not move at all...it would have been terrible to have been caught by them before they actually died. I'd have been alive and conscious when they began to rip the flesh from my body.
I didn't know how long the paralysis would remain, but I was very aware that the undead in the streets could find me at any moment. It was a relief when I saw a live person coming down the streets. A huge mountain of a human was moving down the street. He was wearing a bunch of patchwork hides sewn into armor. A great axe was strapped to his back. He had thick blonde hair and a rugged beard, and blue eyes. His muscles buldged as he swaggered down the street toward me. As he got closer, I could see he had a hairy chest and he had a massive buldge in the front of his hides.
Ho, Ho, Ho. What have we got here? His voice was booming, deep and it sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like having it whispering sweet secrets in my ears after a round of sex. He looked at the undead strewn about me and then the claw on my ankle holding me in place.
You're the first damsel in distress, I've found since I left the mist. Although, you're not much of a damsel. He looked over my shoulder. Nice ass, though. He kicked the claw away from my ankle. Can't leave you here, though.
Without any effort, he lifted me and tossed me over his shoulder. He looked around and kicked open a door of one of the empty houses. He carried me inside and kicked the door shut behind him. The house was empty, and he carried me upstairs to an abandoned bedroom. He tossed me on the bed, and flipped me over face down.
Every damsel in distress should reward her rescuer. He grabbed my pants and pulled them down, then climbed up behind me. I could hear him slapping his cock to fullness and then felt him sliding over me. He didn't lubricate me or his cock, but placed it on my ass and begin to shove it fully inside my tight ass.
Fuck, that's tight. Feels good. I haven't been raping, pillaging or plundering in an age. My balls have been so full it hurts. He managed to finally wedge a good few inches of his cock in my ass. Even though I couldn't move, a few tears managed to escape my eyes and I moaned as he began to sink deep inside my body as my ass slowly gave way to his massive battering ram.
I don't know how big he was, but I felt every inch sliding deep inside me and it seemed forever before his balls rested on my ass. He didn't wait to give me a chance to adjust to his massive size, but began to fuck, long strokes. He would pull nearly out and then slam back into me. His balls would give a hard slap to my ass as he bottomed out inside me.
When I didn't respond to him, he grabbed my hips and began to move me up and down his shaft as he ground his cock deeply inside me. I could feel his cock growing in girth and new that he wouldn't last long. Either he really hadn't cum in a bit and was ready to explode, or he wasn't a skilled lover who got off on his size, but not having to put any effort into his fucking.
He growled and bit my neck as his cock began to pulse deep inside me, and I knew he was seeding me. There you go, being bred by the best viking I know. He chuckled and it vibrated his massive cock still inside me. I'd tell you not to move, cause I get so sensitive after I breed a bitch, but you can't so we're good. He chuckled again. As he began to soften a bit inside me, he pulled out.
Surprisingly, he didn't just leave but crawled up onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. You're supposed to make your girl feel special after you nut inside her, but you're a guy. Still, I'll cuddle you a bit. Make you feel special. He grinned at me and then reached down and used my clothing to clean off his cock.
I could feel some of the paralysis leaving my body. At least, enough to finally respond. That's very nice of you since you just raped my bum.
Maybe. He grinned down at me. But you didn't say 'no'. He chuckled at his own wit. Besides, your already wanting more of my massive cock. My name's Aerick, and you already know my cock intimately.
I didn't really know how to respond. He really hadn't done anything I hadn't done to someone myself on more than occasion...Gertruda immediately came to mind. Besides, I really did like having his cock in my ass.
Bear. My name is Bear. I finally responded.
I think we'll get along well, Bear. You're the first person I've found since I left the mists. Normally, back home I'd toss you over my shoulder and take you back to my tribe as my slave until I got tired of fucking you. Then I'd sell you tp another member of my tribe, but if no one wanted you, you'd be killed unless you provided a skill the tribe found useful. He grinned at me.
I couldn't help but grin back. His openness and open sexuality just flat did it for me. I felt the paralysis loosening some more. Well, when I finally have my movement back, I'm going to wear you out and you're not ever going to get tired of fucking me.
He looked at me a moment and then laughed a deep, hearty and wholesome laugh. We'll see.