[READER'S NOTE; The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches and warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a young barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical minotaur (Hoof), as they search for self...] ____________________________________________________________________________ WARRIOR REALM Chapter-10/ THE FORGOTTEN CITY
Pt-1/City Of Lost Souls
The three travelers galloped a good 3 days journey across the green hill sides, encountering no beasts or monsters along the way. Hoof walked on his own four Minotaur powered legs, while Liam on his new purple horse (Violet), and Nomad on his white Unicorn. --parting gifts from a grateful King and Queen of Newtonia, in the aid against the Ogre and its hateful mother The Goblin Queen (chaps-6 thou 9). The Royal couple were nice enough to pack the travelers with a weeks worth of food and water, allowing them the luxury to journey at their own leisure.
It was during their travels that Liam learned that the purple horses of Newtonia were speed demons, running faster than normal thoroughbreds, enabling them to outrun most threats.
Hoof loved the new armor he was given by the Royals (a shield, axe, crossbow & arrows, and a genuine Centurion helmet, marking him as one of the Royal Guardsmen), and could not wait for a chance to use them in actual battle.
While Nomad was grateful for the new mode of transportation (Liam's horse [Tricks] died in chap-3, and Nomad's horse [Spades] died in chap-5), he still hadn't seen any `special powers' the Unicorn was foretold to possess. Nomad was beginning to think that maybe his Unicorn was broken?
"Why haven't you named your horse yet, Nomad...? Don't you like him?" asked Liam, riding next to the Barbarian on horseback.
"He is not a horse, Liam..., he is a unicorn!" corrected Nomad.
"Okay..." said Liam, detecting a note of sarcasm. "But don't you like him?"
"He is no Spades, my friend!" answered Nomad, unsure how he felt about the unique horse.
"Maybe you should call him NoSpades, to go with the name Nomad...?!" joked Hoof, laughing a deep hearty baritone laugh.
<"My name is Unique.">
"Who said that...?" asked Nomad, looking at his companions Liam and Hoof.
"I didn't say anything..." answered Liam.
<"I did.">
"Hoof...?"
"Wasn't me...!" answered the Minotaur, looking at Liam. "It was the Magician...!"
"No it wasn't! I didn't say anything!" argued Liam.
"You're always playing tricks!" snapped Hoof. "Tricks are for kids!"
<"I said it, not Liam!">
Everyone got quiet as all three travelers stopped in their tracks.
"Nobody say anything...!" warned Nomad, shifting his eyes for side to side. "I think we're being followed by ghosts...!"
<"Hahaha" It's not a ghost..., it is I..., Unique!">
"It's coming from the unicorn...!" yelled Nomad, jumping off the breed as Liam and Hoof jumped back a safe distance.
The unicorn merely looked at Nomad and shook its head.
<"Some Barbarian!">
"How..., are you talking...??" asked Nomad, staring the unicorn in the mouth.
<"How are YOU talking?">
"I have a mouth!"
<"So do I!">
"But I have a tongue...! I can form words and create speech!"
<"So do I!">
"But animals aren't supposed to talk!"
<"That's why I am Unique! I can speak! You will find me very useful! Much more handy than your former horse Spades! Or shall I say, NoSpades?!"> said the unicorn, looking over at Hoof whom merely smiled and hunched his shoulders innocently.
"Why haven't you spoken before...?" asked Nomad, feeling a little more at ease.
<"No one asked me anything.">
"So this whole time you've been just eavesdropping on us...?" asked Nomad, climbing back aboard the unicorn.
<"I have been listening.">
"Eavesdropping!"
<"Learning.">
"Then tell me beast, what have you learned...?" asked Nomad, continuing their walk.
<"I have learned that Liam is a Magician, who with the power of the Goblin Queen's Black Book Of Magics, can become a formidable Sorcerer which is his birthright!"> Liam looked shock, as he pulled the Black Book from his sleeve. <"I have learned that Hoof is from a breed of Minotaur Warriors, and who longs to be back amongst his own people...!"> Hoof looked shocked, as he had never mentioned that to no one.
"And what of ME, Unique...? What have you discovered about me...?!" asked Nomad, curiously.
<"I have learned that your hot farts on my back will leave a brown stain if you continue to do so!"> said Unique, causing Liam, Hoof, and Violet to laugh out loud.
An hour pass...
"I see a City, ahead...!" informed Hoof, acting as lead as he ventured out front of the trio.
"King Vincent spoke of a city that would cross our path if we journeyed in this direction...!" said Nomad. "But I cannot recall the name..."
<"It is called Callibus..., `The Forgotten City'!"> intervened Unique, with a weary stride.
"Sounds intriguing..., what do you know of it...?" asked Nomad.
<"Not much..., only that it is the City Of Lost Souls..., and that anyone who enters it, never leaves alive!">
"Poppycock!" said Nomad, "We venture forth!"
Liam looked ahead at the distant skyline, and a cold chill ran up his spine. Just outside the city limits, his horse Violet stopped walking.
"What's the matter...?" asked Nomad, looking back.
"I don't know..., she just stopped all of a sudden...!" answered Liam, unable to get the horse to continue.
<"She is scared!"> said Unique. <"There is something..., dark, about this place!">
"Dark...? What do you mean...? Evil spirits...?" asked Nomad, drawing his sword.
"What good is a sword against spirits...?" questioned Hoof.
"We shall find out soon enough!" said Nomad. "We leave the horses here, and travel in by foot!" ordered the Barbarian.
Liam and Nomad left Unique and Violet behind as they walked with Hoof into The Forgotten City with their weapons drawn.
Behind the city's walls were old dwelling of grand gesture, a place where thousands had once undoubtedly called home. Now decay and ruin had set in, making the once beautiful dwellings look eerie and drab. Old coaches, old wagons, tattered clothing, dried fountains, empty halls, and vacant buildings were all that remained.
"Were are the bodies...?" asked Hoof, looking around the city as far as his eye could see. "If there was a plague, or a slaughter..., would there not be remains about of some sort...?"
"Perhaps they buried their dead before the city evacuated...?" suggested Liam, peeking into one of the housing structures. "What's that...?" he asked, venturing inside.
Hoof and Nomad followed close behind, both with their hands firmly wrapped around their sword and battleaxe.
"What is it...?" asked Nomad, looking at a cluster of old husks lying in the corner of the floor in the shadows.
"I don't know..." said Liam, venturing closer. "...looks like very large eggs, or..."
"Cocoons!" answered Hook, slicing into one with his axe. The old dried out husk cracked open to reveal old webbings and dust inside. "Whatever was being hatched inside, died a long time ago!"
"It's getting late..." said Nomad, looking up into the sun as the shadows of evening began to creep across the city's streets. "I suggest we bed here for the night!"
"Are you crazy...??!" asked Liam, having creepy feelings about the place. "You heard what Unique said...! People who venture forth never come out!"
"That is but a legend...!" countered Nomad.
"Legend begin with truth!" argued Liam.
"The boy maybe right..." said Hoof, also having a creepy feeling about the city. "...why test fate? We could sleep outside the city's gates, and continue our venture in the morning!"
"Bah...! Very well!" said Nomad angrily, wanting to see evil spirits.
The three travelers find their horses and build a fire outside the city's limits. While Unique and Violet graze upon green grass a few yards away, Nomad, Liam, and Hoof feast upon rabbit the Royals had the cooks prepare before they took their leave. The heated the delicious meats over the open fire, along with vegetables and strong ale also provided.
Pt-2/Bound Warriors
Nomad slumbered in a sound sleep, warmed under the heavy husk of a wolf's fur as he lay sleeping on the ground in a peaceful rem. Immediately he wakened to notice that he was in a tropical oasis, full of trees, vegetation, rich animal life, and a sparkling blue lake.
Nomad rose to look for his companions (the magician and the minotaur), only to find the familiar garments of one he thought long dead. Nomad jumped to his feet, reaching for his trusted sword (which was never too far from his grasp) as his eyes scanned the oasis. "Liam...!? Hoof...!?" he called, listening for word to come back. He scanned the camp area and noticed no hoof prints. When he bent down to examine the clothes left behind, he began to get a very strange feeling as out of the cool crisp water came his former friend and mentor, --Gordan the Warrior!
Nomad's eyes widened as the older man tossed his long wet (salt and pepper) hair back across his broad shoulders as water poured down off of his glistening muscular body in tiny rivers. He walked towards land, his strong masculine chest and hard plump nipples standing out like large red rivets. Nomad watched as the older man ascended from the cool waters' lake, his naked body proud and sure as his long fat soft cock swung heavily between his thick hairy thighs.
Nomad watched in disbelief as the older man casually walked up to the campsite before dropping to his knees before the fire and ripping a leg from the dead bore roasting on the rotisserie. Nomad could smell the pig roasting as Gordan sank his teeth into the creatures' cooked hide.
"Gordan...?" called the young Barbarian, unsure if his eyes were deceiving him.
"ah..., Nomad, you've awaken, m' boy!" smiled Gordan, wiping his graying mustache on his hairy forearm. "What's wrong, son...?" he asked, sensing something in the way Nomad looked at him. "...you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"That is putting it mildly, creature...!" said Nomad, backing away fearfully, holding his blade before him.
"Nomad...! What is wrong with you, lad...? Tis I..., Gordan!" said the older man, tossing his pig legs aside as he stood up empty handed and defenseless.
"Stay where you are...!" warned Nomad, refusing to yield. "The Gordan I know perished in a battle against a swamp witch Celise, whom used trickery to turn him into a Zombie...! (chap-1)"
"You were dreaming, boy! Look at me..., do I not look alive...?" asked Gordan, patting himself on the chest.
"Looks can always be deceiving...!" countered Nomad, having learned that one cannot always rely on sight alone (learnt in chaps-6 thru 9, where Nomad learned that the evil looking ugly Ogre was not the enemy, and that the charming handsome Prince and his mother the Queen were!).
"Come now, Nomad..., surely you weren't afraid of me last night when I cuddled up behind you and slipped my hooded mammoth in your tight cave!" laughed Gordan, slapping his soft fore-skinned cock in his palm.
Perplexed, Nomad reached back and stuck a finger curiously up his own bum, sure enough he found the entrance well relaxed and lubed with an over abundant supply of his companion's male juices.
"I..., I had the strangest dream..." said Nomad, coming to a conclusion as he lowered his weapon.
"Did it involve me shoving my cock up your Barbarian ass again?" asked Gordan with a seductive smile. Nomad knew the grin all too well, and knew he would not be getting out of this situation without being ravished by his older Warrior once again.
"No..., I'm serious Gordan, it seemed so real...!" explained Nomad, even as the older man pulled him into his strong muscled arms and began nestling Nomad's neck with tiny masculine kisses. "I dreamed you died..., and I traveled with a magician named Liam and a minotaur named Hoof, searching for the place in which Liam was born to reclaim his birthright as ruler of his land...!"
"Yes, very interesting..." said Gordan, covering Nomad's mouth with his own. Nomad could feel the scratchy bristles of Gordan's wiry beard against his face as the older man forced his thick wet tongue into his mouth. Nomad could taste the wild bore in Gordan's spit as the older man grabbed his tight muscled buttock and squeezed the firm cheeks hard.
Gordan was a Warrior, a former Imperial Guardsmen whom gained his freedom after many years of service. He later traveled the world alone, as well as with the Warrior Bandits (a small band of warriors traveling together in clusters). Gordan had seen it all, moving slowly from city to city, conquering civilizations in the name of their lord Zog.
But Gordan had a softer side, a side not many people got to see. 17 year old (Barbarian) Nomad was the exception, feeling Gordan's naked manhood rising between his thunderous legs as he ground himself into the younger male body with force.
Nomad gave in to the older Warrior as Gordan's strong callused hands mauled all over his body. Nomad's own manhood stood stiff as well, straining against the older man's as both men sampled the taste of each other's mouths.
Gordan reached down and began manhandling Nomad's erect cock, stroking it roughly before falling to his knees before the teenager. Nomad felt Gordan's tongue rip from his mouth before hitting the ground. Gordan wasted no time before taking the teen's erection in his mouth, his strong jaws lovingly chewed on Nomad's cock, making the teenager groan in delight.
Nomad loved how Gordan gave head, sucking his entire 8 inches into his briskly mouth and throat with ease, nursing on him as a young calf would its mother's teat.
Gordan sucked greedily up and down the full length of Nomad's cock, burying his bearded face in the young man's sprouting groin. Nomad moaned softly as his cock entered Gordan's throat time and time again, the older man's neck muscles softly working to massage the Barbarian's meat with tender force. Gordan sucked his way back up to the head, keeping the flaring crown between his lips as he sucked away the precious jewels from the cock tip.
Nomad reached down and grasped Gordan's muscular shoulders, holding himself upright to keep his balance as the older man sucked away at his teen cock. Gordan was over 50, well old enough to be considered Nomad's grandfather. But the two men were kindred spirits, flip sides of the same coin. Nomad saw Gordan as a father figure, a mentor who taught him all about life, fighting, and living his life to the fullest. Gordan saw Nomad as a pupil, a son, someone to nurture and teach all the things that need be taught. With the love, respect, and understanding for one another also came lust. Both Gordan and Nomad considered themselves healthy blooded heterosexuals, but throughout their long journey (which was often deprived of women) they had come to rely on each other for sexual and spiritual aide. Gordan taught Nomad that his Warrior's body (which was often used to fight, defend, and conquer), could also be used to please, pleasure, and nurture. In return Gordan knelt before Nomad, offering his own firm backside for the kid to use.
Nomad felt his cock starting to throb as Gordan sucked harder. Sensing an appending climax, Gordan latched his hands about Nomad's smooth muscled legs and swallowed his pulsating cock from tip to base with every downward stroke of his mouth. He could feel the cock swelling, knowing the balls were about to deplete their load. He could hear Nomad breathing hard, panting for breath as his young balls bounced off Gordan's bearded chin. "uhh...uhh...uhh...!" panted Nomad, losing his load as he cock suddenly spilled his entire essence down into Gordan's cock sucking throat.
Gordan felt the cum splatter against his tonsils before coating down into his stomach as he buried his face in Nomad's short pubes and drank deeply. He could feel the kid bucking before him, biting his lower lip to stifle his erotic groans of ecstasy.
While Nomad was still weak from cumming, Gordan quickly spun the boy around and lowered him down to his hands and knees. Nomad's throbbing cock was still oozing the very last droplets of his load when Gordan peeled his muscular ass cheeks apart. The tiny boy-hole opened wide to reveal the red soft inner flesh. A pearly drop of semen (deposited sometime the night before) escaped the soft anal lips before Gordan pressed his bearded face between his pale white cheeks and began sucking Nomad's juicy hole. "Oh, god...!" groaned Nomad, feeling some of Gordan's essence being sucked from his anus.
Gordan sucked hardily at the tender sweet hole, sticking his tongue as far up the asshole as physically possible. Nomad's cock and balls were still twitching when Gordan removed his damp face and quickly slapped his long hard dick along the crest of Nomad's ass crack. Nomad braced himself for penetration as the older man aligned his cock, then slid home.
"AARRRHHHHH...!!" groaned Nomad aloud, feeling the mighty cock plunge through his rectum.
Gordan held the Barbarian by the hips as he buried his entire length. He ground his hairy pelvis into Nomad's backside, churning his Warrior pole around in the younger man's roost. Nomad adjusted quickly, having been fucked by the cock on many occasions. Gordan pulled back with his hips, withdrawing his thick solid 10 inch pipe, only to rebury it full length. "Ooooh I've missed you so much..." moaned Nomad, surrendering to his lover's sexual demands.
"I have always been right here, beside you Nomad...!" whispered Gordan, biting into Nomad's neck and bare rounded shoulder.
For the next 30 minutes Nomad got pounded in various positions; --10 minutes on his hands and knees, getting fucked in a dog's position, --on his stomach atop the furry wolf's coat they used as a blanket to keep warm at night with Gordan lying on top of him, kissing his neck and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, --sideways with Gordan digging his cock in and out of Nomad's ass with their intertwined legs scissored open, --and on his back in missionary position with Gordan on top of him, fucking him face to face as they kissed like long lost lovers. It was in that position that Nomad could look up into the face of his lover and witness the familiar erotic look of painful-ecstasy which reached across Gordan's twisted face as his body stiffened and his muscles bulged. Gordan's eyes rolled up into his head as his mouth draped open with no sound. Nomad felt the older man's cock pulsating in his ass and knew instantly that it was shooting thick rich Warrior cum in his bowels.
Nomad had never felt more happy and alive than at that very moment, receiving the lustful gift his body craved from his lover and mentor.
"UHHH, yes...!!" groaned Gordan, falling forward as Nomad's legs wrapped around his waist and the Barbarian pulled him closer.
Nomad could feel the old man's heart beating wildly against his own chest as they lay face to face. He drew his fingers across the Warrior's broad back, feeling the sheen of his sweat. Nomad felt safe and content lying under the Warrior, the man who had taught him how to become a warrior as well.
"I love you..." whispered Nomad softly, half hoping Gordan would not hear.
The older man rose his head and looked the young Barbarian in the eyes, the two of them looking as if seeing each other for the first time.
"I love you too, m' boy!" admitted the Warrior, kissing Nomad full on the lips.
Pt-3/ LOVE IS THE MINOTAUR
Night befell the land as the Minotaur Hoof looked out from the mouth of the cave he called home, onto the rocky mountains of the land he and his kind lived. The mountain cliffs were full of caves where other Minotaur of his kind dwelled with their families.
Hoof looked upward towards the night sky, noting the dark clouds looming. He could smell the oncoming rain even before it began to fall, drenching everything in cold wetness. He couldn't help but sense something was wrong...something pending that would bring an end to all he held dear.
"Honey..." called the voice of a woman, from deeper within the cave.
Hoof turned his head to see a female Minotaur coming from out the back of the cave, the sound of her hooves echoing through the quiet. "...the kids are asleep..., why don't YOU come to bed as well...?"
"I will..." said Hoof, looking back out into the night as the female Minotaur walked up beside him.
"What's the matter, husband..., do you miss the battle of war so much that you cannot sleep...?"
"I can't help but feel that something is wrong..." said Hoof, feeling the cool winds of the night pick up with the approaching storm.
"What's wrong...?" asked the wife, nuzzling next to her husband as he gently placed his muscled arms about her human torso as she leaned animal body into his.
"I don't know, Bovina..." admitted Hoof. "I just can't shake this feeling that something horrible is about to happen...!"
"To who...?" asked the wife, "To me...? To the children...?" she asked, concerned.
"I...I don't know...!" said Hoof, frustrated.
Bovina turned around in his arms, facing him...
"The worries of the Warrior...!" she said, touching him gently on his masculine face. "We've spent most of our lives in battle for Lord Zog against his enemies..., that we can't even find a moments peace to ourselves to enjoy our families without thinking something horrible is about to show its ugly head just around the corner...! But the war is over, my love..., we are no longer bound to the Warrior's Code! We are free to marry, love, and have children without fear that they will be forced to fight in the Warlord's wars!"
Hoof heard his wife's soft spoken words, but the meaning just didn't set true. "Trust me, Hoof..." she said, grabbing his face in her hands to get his full attention. "...we're married now, with two beautiful calves of our own! There's no war coming..., no pending disaster looming near..., no monsters we have to defend from...! Just our family..., surrounded by a loving community of our Minotaur brethren! Now..." she added, stepping back as she brushed her long flowing mane from his shoulders to reveal her bare breasts. "...come to bed...!" she emphasized, taking him by the hand.
The rain had just started to fall outside as Hoof allowed himself to be lured into the safety of his home. Within their own bedroom (the floors lined with bails of hay for bedding while the walls donned their old warrior weapons from the past), Hoof watched his wife light a candle. He stared at her beautiful body (half human, half bull) as she carefully placed the candle in a crevice. "You're beautiful..." he said to her, causing her to blush as her tail began to flip with embarrassed excitement.
Hoof walked over to her, taking her human torso into his arms. He kissed her firmly on the mouth, his long fat tongue slipping in past her pursed lips. She sucked lovingly on his oral muscle as his hands ran down the curve of her animal back. Her hard nipples rubbed against his hairy chest as she felt his muscles. Hoof broke the kiss and began kissing his way down her neck before zeroing in on her breasts. He sucked the first one onto his mouth while cupping and pulling roughly on the other one. She moaned heatedly as his mouth latched onto her nipple and sucked firmly and hard. Bovina could feel herself getting moist between her hind legs. Hoof could smell her excitement, her musk causing his 18 inch bull cock to grow even longer. He stroked her along her bull back, inching his hand closer to her hind parts as he gently turned her back to him. Bovina could feel her husband's fingers easily slipping into her warm slit, making her tail rise with anticipation.
Hoof stroked his way down her bull back with his free hand, while opening her pussy with the other. He could feel her moistness sticking to his fingers as his cock rose to full mast. Pulling his fingers from her rear, he pulled her into position, then mounted her with his front legs by placing them gently over her strong back as his cock instinctively guided towards her animal cunt.
Bovina moaned sharply as her husband's big the bull cock bore into her, filling her completely. Hoof leaned in over her backs, pressing his human chest into her human back as he humped his bull cock in and out of her bull pussy. Bovina reached back overhead, running her fingers through her husband's head as she nuzzled the back of her head against his chest and tilted upward to kiss him. Hoof grabbed two hefty handfuls of her breasts as he tongued her mouth, squeezing them roughly while pinching her erect nipples. Bovina raised her ass higher as Hoof fucked deeply into her, his front legs wrapping about her bull body and pulling her backwards into him.
"Oh man, you feel so warm inside..." moaned Hoof passionately, feeding his wife his entire bull cock (with humans he is only able to sheath less than half his cock in them without doing serious damage). "...I can't imagine making love to anyone other than you...!"
"You won't have to...!" gasped Bovina, panting into her husband's mouth as he thrust into her harder. She could feel his long hard cock pushing deep into her pussy from behind, his huge heavy balls starting to slap up against her abdomen as he went deeper. Bovina reached out and braced herself against the cave wall as Hoof started to thrust in harder, the roar of thunder outside their cave masking her womanly groans from their sleeping children.
Hoof grabbed a handful of his wife's hair, yanking her head back roughly as he started to go wilder. Bovina panted erotically, moaning louder as Hoof's thrust got faster. He long dicked her, nearly pulling out all of his huge black bull cock before slamming it all the way back up inside. The animal started to come out of him as he fucked, losing his human senses, something he could never do with the humans. Their frail fragile bodies would break and bleed if he ever went wild on them as he did his wife. Minotaur women were built for such roughness.
Bovina started to orgasm as she stomped her right hoof against the cave floor. Her pussy contracted, squeezing on Hoof's thrusting cock as her body began to quiver. Hoof gripped her hair tighter as he fucked into her harder, causing her hind legs to tremble weakly as he continued to plow through her orgasm.
Hoof could feel his wife's cunt get wetter as he fucked. He knew she had just cum, but he was not yet ready to part with his load. He hammered into her with savage thrusts, slamming his full length well deep into her with repeated thunder. Bovina was used to her husband's long sex sessions, leaving her pussy feeling raped, ravaged, and worn. No human male or female could survive a male Minotaur's full lust once his animal instinct kicked in and he started to go buck wild.
Hoof rode his wife's back for the better part of an hour, using her cowhide as a springboard as he spliced through his dripping wet cunt harder and faster. Hoof could feel his low swinging balls hanging low with cum as he speared her all the way into her pussy and came.
"AARRRRRHHHHGGGG...!!!" roared Hoof, hosing his wife's pussy with a humongous load.
Bovina could feel her abdomen swell with a half gallon of her husband's sperm. Hoof let go of her hair as she draped her torso against the cave wall, panting breathlessly as her ass arched high to receive the entire force of his load. Hoof's cock quickly wilted, sliding deadly from her gaping pussy as a heavy stream of bull cum cascaded from her sloppy cunt. She collapsed down to the ground exhausted as Hoof's cock hung low beneath him. He stumbled backwards on all fours, then collapsed down beside his wife in the hay. Cuddling together, they lay back in each other's arms and drifted off into a sound sleep, even as the storm outside began to rumble.
Pt-4/ FAMILY AFFAIR
Liam was awakened from a somber sleep by female servants whom came into his spacious and lavishly styled bedroom. They gently pulled back the covers to his canopy bed and opened his sleeping garment to reveal his nakedness. One of servants bowed her head over his male stiffness, taking the young magician's morning erection between her dainty lips and began suckling.
Liam came out of his deep sleep to the gentle sucking of his aroused manhood. He yawned and stretched his still limbs, relaxing back against his pillow as he looked down and watched the fair servant girl sucking his cock.
Another girl servant lay on her back with her milky white legs draped open, playing with her pretty pink pussy and waiting for Liam to fuck her. Liam rolled over onto his knees and elbow to lower her face into her shaved snatch. He licked at her cunt as the other servant girl rolled under him to continue nursing his hard manhood.
Liam enjoyed eating twint pussy and getting his cock suckled until he felt the urge to fuck. Gently he pulled his erection from the first girl's mouth, and carefully inserted it into the second's cunt. She gasped aloud as he sank into her, sliding all the way in up to his sperm filled balls. He lay on top of her as he slowly ground himself in her warmth, loving the way her body contoured to the shape of his manhood.
Eventually Liam started to fuck, pumping his hips as he thrust his cock in and out of her tight clinging vagina. The servant girls were Liam's personal stash, gifts from his father the Sorcerer King. He humped into the second girl, sucking firmly on her perky young breasts until her vagina clamped down with orgasm. She moaned erotically as she came, gushing wetness which coated Liam's hairless cock and balls in feminine moisture.
Liam pulled out of her exhausted body as he pushed the first girl into missionary position, and entered her swiftly. She moaned heavily as his manhood stabbed inside her. He pumped her hard, making her wet as well as his cock dipped in and out of her womanly slash. She squirmed and cried out loud as she came, her taut pussy squeezing his plunging cock until Liam felt himself loose his load inside her.
"Aaaahhh...!!" groaned Liam, filling the servant girl with his princely essence.
Liam rolled off of the first girl as the second girl crawled between her legs to suck his essence from her womb. Liam dressed as the two women eat each other in his bed. He left them there as he ventured down the long hall from his room to the breakfast hall where his parents gathered for the fruits of their royalty.
"Liam..." called his mother from her throne, dressed majestically in all white. "...why aren't you yet dressed...? You know it is impolite to come to the breakfast table in your sleepwear!"
"Leave the boy alone, Madeline...!" said Liam's father, seated beside his wife. "...he is still young and sowing his wild oats!"
"Cornelius, he is 18! He needs to think of settling down and finding himself a bride!" said Madeline, sounding more affectionate than scornful.
"Let him enjoy himself, my dear..., after all, he has years before he has to worry about Kingship and leading a nation!"
"That may be..." said Liam's mother, "...but he still needs to learn the proper attire for morning breakfast!"
Before Liam could say anything in his own defense, his father (Lord Cornelius) waved his hand in simple jesture, and instantly changed Liam's sleep garments into the correct wear for breakfast. "Is that not better, my dear?" asked Cornelius, confidently.
"Much!" smiled Madeline. "Come son..., join us!"
Liam smiled broadly as he joined his mother and father at the table, his life finally the way it was always meant to be.
Pt-5/ DEJAVU
Dark began to descend on the magical oasis Nomad and Gordan had built camp on after a long day of swimming, hunting, relaxing, and sex. Gordan rotated a wild bore he captured on an open pit fire, burning it to perfection as he and Nomad ate their fill.
Afterwards the two men drank ale until their hardening manhoods demanded attention. Nomad leaned between Gordan's wide spread legs, sucking the older man's male hardness into his eager mouth as Gordan gently ran his fingers through the Barbarian's hair. Once Nomad had Gordan's cock well lubricated with his spit, he positioned himself in dog position as the older man ate his young asshole. Nomad sighed erotically as Gordan slobbered all over his taut hole before introducing his cock. He pressed into Nomad's ass firmly, successfully sheathing his entire length as he settled in for a long lingering fuck...
The next morning Nomad lay under the warm husk of a wolf's fur as he lay sleeping on the ground in a peaceful rem. Immediately he wakened to notice that he was in a tropical oasis, full of trees, vegetation, rich animal life, and a sparkling blue lake.
Nomad rose to look for his companions (the magician and the minotaur), only to find the familiar garments of one he thought long dead. Nomad jumped to his feet, reaching for his trusted sword (which was never too far from his grasp) as his eyes scanned the oasis. "Liam...!? Hoof...!?" he called, listening for word to come back. He scanned the camp area and noticed no hoof prints. When he bent down to examine the clothes left behind, he began to get a very strange feeling as out of the cool crisp water came his former friend and mentor, --Gordan the Warrior!
Nomad's eyes widened as the older man tossed his long wet (salt and pepper) hair back across his broad shoulders as water poured down off of his glistening muscular body in tiny rivers. He walked towards land, his strong masculine chest and hard plump nipples standing out like large red rivets. Nomad watched as the older man ascended from the cool waters' lake, his naked body proud and sure as his long fat soft cock swung heavily between his thick hairy thighs.
Nomad watched in disbelief as the older man casually walked up to the campsite before dropping to his knees before the fire and ripping a leg from the dead bore roasting on the rotisserie. Nomad could smell the pig roasting as Gordan sank his teeth into the creatures' cooked hide.
"Gordan...?" called the young Barbarian, unsure if his eyes were deceiving him.
"ah..., Nomad, you've awaken, m' boy!" smiled Gordan, wiping his graying mustache on his hairy forearm. "What's wrong, son...?" he asked, sensing something in the way Nomad looked at him. "...you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"That is putting it mildly, creature...!" said Nomad, backing away fearfully, holding his blade before him.
"Nomad...! What is wrong with you, lad...? Tis I..., Gordan!" said the older man, tossing his pig legs aside as he stood up empty handed and defenseless.
"Stay where you are...!" warned Nomad, refusing to yield. "The Gordan I know perished in a battle against a swamp witch Celise, whom used trickery to turn him into a Zombie...! (chap-1)"
"You were dreaming, boy! Look at me..., do I not look alive...?" asked Gordan, patting himself on the chest.
"Looks can always be deceiving...!" countered Nomad, having learned that one cannot always rely on sight alone (learnt in chaps-6 thru 9, where Nomad learned that the evil looking ugly Ogre was not the enemy, and that the charming handsome Prince and his mother the Queen were!).
"Come now, Nomad..., surely you weren't afraid of me last night when I cuddled up behind you and slipped my hooded mammoth in your tight cave!" laughed Gordan, slapping his soft fore-skinned cock in his palm.
Perplexed, Nomad reached back and stuck a finger curiously up his own bum, sure enough he found the entrance well relaxed and lubed with an over abundant supply of his companion's male juices.
"Wait..., we have done this before...!" said Nomad, having the feeling of dejavu.
"What are you babbling about...?" asked Gordan, not taking Nomad serious. "Come..., let us rejoice in the relaxation of the moment...!"
"No..., I'm serious...! Something's wrong here...!" said Nomad, gripping his sword tighter as he looked around the oasis for any obvious signs. "Something is definitely aerie..., I can feel it!" said Noman, feeling it in his bones. He looked to the sky, the air, the lake, the trees..., nothing seemed out of place. Until...
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRR...!!" yelled Gordan with a Warrior's cry as he came barreling down on Nomad with his sword.
Nomad managed to rise his own sword to deflect a killing blow which surely would have meant his death.
"Gordan...!!" he yelled in disbelief that his long time friend, lover, and companion would suddenly turn on him for no reason. "Gordan...! What's com over you...?!" he asked, deflecting the first blow as he quickly somersaulted out of harms way.
Gordan said nothing as he charged Nomad again, his eyes (which were just full of familiar love and lust) were vacant and cold as he swung his sword wildly. Nomad easily dodged the blow, again deflecting it with his own sword.
But Gordan kept coming, swinging hard, swinging fast, swinging high, swinging low. Nomad barely had time to deflect each attack as the man came at him with rage. A wild swing caught Nomad across the shoulder as the tip of Gordan's blade sliced through Nomad's skin, drawing first blood. Fearing death, Nomad fought back, using his youth and adrenaline to out maneuver Gordan as he came on with an attack of his own.
Gordan seemed ill prepared to defend as Nomad's sword cut him in numerous places. But it was the final blow that pierced Gordan through his chest (striking his heart) that killed the older man.
Nomad watched in complete horror as Gordan keeled over, --dead before he hit the ground. "NOOOO...!!" yelled the young Barbarian, feeling anger and rage as he watched his lover and friend taken from him again.
Nomad struck out in rage, swinging his sword blindly. In reality he found himself awakening from a deep sleep, his body incased in some sort of webbed cocoon. He burst through, using his strength to rip through the webbing as he emerged from his somber feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
"Where...am...I...?!!" he asked himself, looking around the eerie dwelling he found himself in. Beside him he saw his two travel companions (Liam and Hoof), incased in similar web like cocoons. Nomad wasted no time using his sword to cut his friends free, slicing through the webbing like string.
"Noooo...!!!" yelled Liam and Hoof, loosing their dreams as Nomad forced them awake.
"Wake up! It's not real! None of it is real!" he yelled, slapping his friends into consciousness.
"No..., you stupid Barbarian...!" yelled Hook, kicking Nomad away with his hoofed foot, sending the barbarian flying backwards across the chamber and into a stone wall. "Who asked you to waken me...? You've taken me away from my family...! I want them back now...!!" said the angry Minotaur, emerging from the webbed cocoon with angry vengeance written all over his face!
Continued...
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