This project only exists for the laugh.
I have no plans to continue this in any form.
I advise anyone who ends up here not to read this, yet, the choice is yours.
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If there is something that defines your character to people is your name, let's use the example of a middle-aged man named Ralph. You see, Ralph is a certified asshole who knows how to wave a knife better than the next guy, but he talks too much and his drinking problem makes it so he can't go one night without hitting his wife with a bottle of cheap piss and jumping the fence to threaten and rape the neighbor's daughter, who, let me tell you, to his ill-fate, was promised to marry a very rich guy from another city, one close to the royal capital, someone who was very unhappy to hear his soon-to-be bride lost her purity to someone else.
Now, in my mind, every time from now on that I come by someone and hear that their name is Ralph, I'll remember the guy I'm talking about, the same guy I was paid to kill by the soon-to-be husband and who I did kill a moment ago in a dirty, smelly alley where he was trying to screw a prostitute without paying; poor fucker, it is a real shame when an arrow strikes you right in the back of your head and comes out your eye, and then you agonize for a whole minute, screaming like a child as a woman steps on your head with her dirt boots and tries to pry it out of you, then the motherfucker has the balls to dirt her clothes with splashed of his blood.
Seriously, blood and leather are a shit combination.
In any way, the guy died, I got the money, and then, for reasons unknown to me, probably magic, I was drawn to the city's tavern and was forced by god's hand to drink three beers, maybe four, whatever; okay, maybe no magical or divine force made me do shit, but who cares? I sure know I don't; neither do the happy adventures all around the place, who drink in commemoration of surviving another day after venturing the old forest, the ones who don't commemorate drink nonetheless, but with the hope that if they do enough, they'll be able to vomit out of their stomachs nasty amount of cum from an orc, or centaur, or demon, or, well, the list goes on for a while, and I don't think it matters much to go through it all.
Chugging the horrible beer in one go, I burp loud enough so I can laugh at it, even managing to get an "Amen!" from some patrons around me who happily start a burping contest; the bartender moves from side to side as he serves everyone who pays a drink, giving me a view of myself on the mirror behind him when he isn't standing right in front of it.
I gaze at it and see exactly what I do from time to time—the same face of a young human woman with white, real white hair—not those magic cosmetics stuff that some rich bitches can get on the capital, long and wild as a beast, that hides parts of her face when she moves, reaching easily her lower back. The dark circles under her blue eyes tell a story of heavy lack of sleep; even if I do sleep well, four hours, sometimes two—the normal amount. Gorgeous lips she has, one of the things I can't seem to forget because of how many beasts and drunk fools talk about, and hidden behind it is the only thing I take pride in—my unusually long tongue that sure isn't a genetic mutation caused by coming in contact with so much corruption that will kill me in some years—at least that makes me popular around the brothels.
Like he wants to piss me off, the bartender, a shy cat man whose ears stand up and twitch at any sound related to someone asking for a drink, stands in front of me with an embarrassed smile and points to my empty jug.
"Ma'am, would you be interested in another round? If not beer, there are some other beverages we can serve you. For example, we have a new drink from the capital, whisky, very tasty and suitable for mature palates; we too can arrange wine, but it will cost you because of the recent problem with imps on the roads of the old forest, and please don't ask for Minotaur cum; we are out of it thanks to a very...well...enthusiastic customer."
"I'll be fine, thanks."
I gaze at the boy, seeing that he must be just a bit younger than me—well, anyone looks younger than me considering how the forest treats my skin, but whatever; the important stuff is that I can see his tail sawing slowly from side to side, almost if expecting something. A grin comes to my face when I take full notice of another thing, the clear outline of an erection on his thigh work clothes. I see now, he sure must be very popular with the people around here—men, women, and hermaphrodite alike—something easy to notice the moment I gaze at the more feminine traits he has, like the great curves and full lips; hell, even his erection seems to be cute size—I imagine he must not use it much considering his fine backside.
"Actually, now that you offered me, I think I need a room to stay in tonight; you wouldn't have one free for me, would you, kitty?" I purr because, you know, because he is a cat; fuck you, it at least seems to work.
The cat boy's eyes shine as I slide a gold coin across the wooden surface of the bar stealthy so I don't get unnecessary attention from a creep; not only does his eyes shine, but clearly a transparent liquid coats his pants in excitement.
"The rooms upstairs are all taken, I'm afraid." It is cute to see him fake disappointment, even when his tail gets more insistent on showing what he is really feeling; I misjudged him; he knows how to tease, it seems. "But there is a room on the back, one where you can get a bed big enough for two, and with very thick walls; would that interest you?"
"Oh, you know exactly what I like, boy; good for you." A teasing smile grows on my lips as I bring a hand to my chest and untie the first section of my leather armor chest piece—not very sexy, armor never is, yet I believe showing a little skin does a good enough job of dragging an interesting reaction out of him by how his eyes turn feral and lock on my pale chest hungrily. "Well, yes, if there isn't any other option, then I think I might as well take the room you're offering."
"Purrfect, I'll just need a name to write down; tavern rules and all," he says while he bends down to grab a paper and ink from underneath the bar, making sure to give me a show of his nice piece of ass; once he returns, with the paper on one hand and a magical feather in the other, he looks at me waitingly. An easy detail to notice is how the coin I placed on the counter is now gone; quick hands, good to know.
"The name is Z—"
**Slam**
Suddenly, rudely interrupting me, the tavern's wooden door is pushed open by a figure that hides its features underneath a long, black cloak; the door hits the wall, creating a loud sound and making every neck on the place crack and turn towards it. Well, technically not everyone, as I pay it no mind seeing I don't want to involve myself in trouble. The problem? The figure strides towards the bar, holding in one hand a sack of coins that drives the gazes lustfully to follow the clinking sound; when the figure is close enough, I see that they stop right beside my ass, managing to drag a sigh out of me.
"You're the mercenary contracted by Marques Lyctor the Third, Zero, aren't you? If yes, I would like to have a few words with you."
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not; does it really matter?" Shrugging, I wave the figure off as I keep my gaze on the mirror in front of me, giving me a good view of a pair of pointy ears hidden beneath the cloak and two emerald green eyes, very angry by the way they squint at my words. "This place is full of mercenaries, adventures, and killers; why do you want to bother my quiet ass specifically, huh? Can't a woman enjoy a drink in peace, elf?"
What a cute reaction to watch; the elf stumbles backward slightly as their gaze searches around for an answer and meets mine in the mirror. I guess that seeing that their cover is blown, the need to hide is no more, and so they take off the cloak angrily, revealing a beautiful gem of nature.
A dark elf with a great body outlined by her button white shirt, tight trousers, and an underbust corset, all serving to drive my attention away from her shiny metal arm, not managing, of course.
"Contrary to what you might think, I am not here to play games, Miss Zero; I come here in a serious and professional request per recognition of your capabilities to solve unusual problems. Now, if we can hurry this conversation, would you be interested in—"
"Sure, I'm in," I interject before she can continue; I was in the moment I got a look at her D cups.
"What? You'll accept just like that? Won't you be interested in knowing what I need of you before taking such rash decision?" How interesting! She blushes with embarrassment, probably because this girl rehearsed what she would say for a while before entering; common folk she isn't; those eyes tell me that. Royalty seeking lowly monsters like me isn't a day-to-day thing; after all, they have armies and assassins for that.
All more reason to accept.
"Answer me this, Elf, does it matter if I do know? I believe not, especially if you want me to kill someone, and if it is to escort you somewhere, then it matters even less for the same reasons. You entered this tavern with the clear intentions to make this fast, and I'm helping you out here; even more because I have something to do later." I say, winking at the cat boy who smiles shyly in return; my hands push the counter, and in a moment I'm up on my feet. "So, we going or what?"
"Yes, please just follow me and keep your eyes open; what we are going to do is highly illegal and death is very likely."
"Sure, sure, whatever Cutie Pie." I wave her words away as I walk towards the exit door, shooting only a gaze of 'I'm coming back for that ass' to the bartender before pushing the doors open and leaving; my contractor runs right behind to not get separated.
We both walk the road outside the One Horned Devil Tavern, the two-story bar that is the tallest building around here, beside the temple that is, of course, the dead gods sure deserve the view more than the living; the place is the very own heart and soul of Darkwall, the village surrounded by tall walls to keep the corruption, and those affected by it far, far away from its residents.
Only three paths leading to an exit really exist in this village, one passing by the stores that prey on the newcomers to sell their equipment and supplies, the passage to the Old Forest; the one contrary to it, leading to the Great Desert, where most of the supplies come from, giving that those creatures from the sand are easier to deal with than the horny beasts in the forest; and there is the path we follow, the same one who leads to the worst of the three, the winter hills, more known as the path to the capital and to the winter city, house to the most influential elf family.
Luckily, the elf beside me seems to not want to go there, and instead, we go in the temple's direction near it.
"Okay, I know what I said back in the tavern, but the temple? Really? You want me to kill a goddess or something?"
"Would you be able to do such a feat? If so, you would become the champion. You believe that there's a single chance for that to happen?" She asks with a mocking laugh escaping her lips.
"Bitch, I'm asking exactly because of that; but fine, point taken; still, I want to know what my job is now, and to my understanding, you need me, and not the other way around." I show my point by stopping my walk, which in turn forces her to stop hers.
"Would you be able to promise me you won't back down the moment I tell you what the job is? Could I believe in you? Because I don't want to regret placing my faith in your being if we can't be companions."
"Fuck, I guess." My response seems to leave her very angry by the way she closes her fists and frowns, so I decide to answer more seriously. "I mean, yeah, sure thing, babe; I'm not one to back down from a contract, and I'm sure not going to start now."
"I'll trust you then, Zero." My answer seems to get the woman to smile for a moment before it dies down and becomes a thin, serious line; she crosses her arms under her chest, making her breasts firm even further, stealing part of my attention. "I heard from my sist—I mean, a princess from the winter city—"
"Good dodge there," I interject with a smug.
The elf woman sighs the moment I assure her I know already. "Continuing what I was saying, seeing that there isn't a need to lie about this; I mean, my face tells you all you need to know about me. My sister told me our mother, the queen, received intel of a group, a cult that worships corruption, that wishes to use the book of shadows, an artifact lost to time by the first champion to walk earth, the same that was allegedly found about a full moon ago, to summon the daughter of corruption, the one destined to become one with the champion and birth a being of light and darkness, one that sure will be used to corrupt all kingdoms, making everyone horny all the time so imps can take over this plane."
"Okay, too much lore there; the only part I got is that someone will summon a monster to make everyone horny because of the corruption. Care to explain to me why would that be a bad thing?"
"That is a question I can't answer; only the individual morals can, and I didn't pay you to voice your corrupted morals, only to act upon mine. We need to stop their ritual tonight, or else we will all suffer at the hands of the demoness."
"All right, fair point; I'll give you one as a courtesy: You didn't pay me shit yet, but as you said, I'm not paid to voice my opinions. You want to kill a cult, then we kill a fucking cult."
"Good, I knew you were a reasonable woman when I first saw you, Miss Zero."
"Stop calling me Miss, Darling, or I'll punch you real hard on the mouth, and not the fun punch with my lips."
With my question answered and standing in the same mindset, our stroll on the road that leads to the temple continues onward.
The cold air of the night passes us by hurriedly the more we approach the temple's entrance, eerie and enticing, like a calling to duty or a death's warning. If there is something I've learned from all the times I took jobs to leave the city, it is that nature is a very bad liar, and this slip-up is enough to put me on high guard.
My contractor stops dead in her tracks as she feels the sudden shift in my body's language that has gone from lazy and comfortable to tense and sharp; her hands fall onto her side where I can see a dagger cleverly surging from the hidden compartment in her metal arm.
"Why did you stop? Did you see something?" She asks in a low tone, a whisper that almost is lost to the night, only not losing its chance to reach my ears as she cuts the distance between us.
Not out of fuckery, I ignore the woman's question and focus my ears on the sound all around us: a blow of wind, the dance of leaves, stones crackling on the path; an owl takes flight from a house's top; a branch snaps nearby; and, out of exactly nowhere, the wind is pressured, a heavy object is wielded down, and its target is the elf. Instinctively, I raise one of my feet and kick the elf out of the enemy's range, using the reaction of the action to do the same to me.
Hum, maybe someone should make a law about it.
A war hammer head cut the darkness of the path—illuminated singly by a magical crystal on its body—and it reaches the ground with a thunderous sound, cracking the stones adorning the path and making the ground shake so strongly by the impact that even if I had dodged it, I'm sure I would not be able to stay on my feet against the almost earthquake.
My back hits the ground painfully as I decide to use my momentum to roll backward and draw my only weapon, an improvised bow, with most of my arrows that were tied to its body splattering on the ground because of my slip-up.
The elf, on the other hand, does a nice show of acrobatics and uses her hand to flip back and fall on her feet, dagger in hand.
"You gotta be shitting me!" A groan escapes me as I use the time the attacker takes to dislodge their weapon from the ground to focus on seeing what race they are, as I know not many who are strong enough to create a small earthquake because they feel like it. One thing that I can say is that the attacker doesn't disappoint one bit, neither in race nor body. "Half earth giant; you know, I was pretty sure you guys were instinctive or something. Like, nature rules about not needing a shittyer version of a real earth giant and all."
"Ugh! Hahaha, human; you got to have balls to say that to someone who almost turned your friend into a pancake." The female half-giant kicks the war hammer out of the ground and swings it back to rest it on her shoulder in a cool pose; gotta hand it to her; bitch's cool as shit. "For many years I struck down every man, woman, or beast who tried to end my existence or wanted to capture me for my strength; most died with a single attack, and the rest would run away to avoid the same fate as their comrades—you, on the other hand, want to be funny?"
"I follow a saying about making people laugh so they close their eyes while I hope they forget how ugly I am."
"Ha! You see yourself as ugly, human? I think we both see different things when looking at your face; a fine piece of fuckable meat is what I am looking at, one that I plan on taking for myself. Smile and cry; your fate was decided; you will be mine after this battle has died."
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The woman grins so widely—exposing her sharp chainsaw-like teeth—that it threatens to break her plump, delicious-looking lips, one of an unusual tangerine color, like her skin that glisters in the moonlight, with tribal markings all over her body, especially in the parts I can see, like her more square face and super muscular arms.
This half-giant is a war machine of nature, made for breaking normal whores and making them beg for more, or breaking the strongest of the strongest in sheer strength; a shame for her—I'm no normal whore, not a whore really, even if my actions say otherwise—I have standards.
There are no more words to be exchanged as the dark elf jumps to my side and looks at me in panic before noticing how I grin maniacally back to our attacker; seeing that, the elf calms down, finally understanding that there are two monsters on this arena.
The half-giant woman strides closer; her firm DD breasts don't even bounce from how much muscle holds them in place; hell, maybe they are muscles themselves; her clothes are from a warrior, all ragged and cut in the joints, exposing some scars from those same cuts, scars that don't seem too deep, as I imagine her skin is super hard to pierce, like stone.
The closer she gets, the more she shows she isn't just stronger and wider than us; in fact, she is tall as a mountain, standing proudly at two meters and thirty-something; that sure makes some people run or want to lay her down on a big bed, but for me, it entices my fire to make her bleed.
"You do have a plan for this fight, right?" My contractor asks me with a worried face, to which I respond with a laugh that almost kills the whole fight vibe. "Why do I feel you're about to say something stupid that will make me regret choosing you to help me out?"
"Oh, nice instincts; yeah, pretty much that. I'll attack the woman; you'll do something to help me from here, at a safe distance, and when I'm done with her, we see what we do. Maybe we can both show her something interesting."
The elf thinks of replying, yet the chance is stolen away as the half-giant swings her war hammer down in my direction, missing only by half an inch. Still, the pressured air of the attack created a cut on the side of my face; it burns a little, but luckily, it didn't cut deep enough to be a big problem for me.
In response to her attack, slide back and shoot one of my only two arrows in her face. Cutting the air with a sharp sound, the arrow hits the woman's face, bouncing away like it hit a solid wall, breaking the body of the projectile to never be of use again.
"It is so stupidly human of you to think you can take down something like me with your simple weapon—no magic, no brain; what good are you for if you have none of that at your side?" The earth giant, as expected from a prideful, ego-filled species, strides without a single regard for me since I didn't present her with anything to be scared of; good. "Your chance to submit to me hasn't been erased; do a favor to yourself and I'll use you well; better than whatever that elf can do, this is a promise."
"Yeah, that elf, huh?" A laugh escapes me the moment my eyes fall on my contractor, who since laid eyes on our enemy, has started to cook something on her mind; I'm really just a pawn to her at this moment, and if that is what I need to be, I'm fine with that. Cutely, the elf signals with her head for me to do something; what I think is the message is: stop the half-giant. "You talk big for a woman who only missed her attacks now, so bark to your own contentment; I'm not done yet."
Coming unprepared to any battle is not something I am used to; that is exactly why I carry one very special bottle of a super cool liquid; now that she is close enough, playing will be very fun.
I wait until the very step where I can see her raising the war hammer over her head in anger before I jump to her unguarded, gorgeous chest, locking myself with her like a spider, my legs wrapping around her waist, before pulling out a vial from my chest armor piece and popping it open; a smell of musk, acidic green stuff hits my nose very hard. Some recognition hits the half-giant as she tries to wiggle me away, even grabbing my hair and trying to pull me out; unfortunately for her, this isn't my first rodeo.
I bring the vial to my mouth and fill it with the wyvern venom before raising my head to her own. Eye to eye, her anxious breath mingles with mine; actually, she isn't anxious; instead, she is excited about this.
How interesting.
Bringing my head down, I headbutt her as hard as I can manage, to the point she inevitably groans and opens her mouth, giving me the perfect window to do my thing; mouth to mouth, I lock my lips with hers and use my long tongue to throat fuck my way in, prying it open little by little, something that feels like trying to get that piece of meat from between teeth that you can feel very well, but even so can't manage to just get it out.
This is the moment I notice she isn't even trying too much to fight back; in truth, I don't think she ever did want to fight seriously; fucking hell, I see now: we've just been played.
Nevertheless, I let the venom slide down her throat as she happily accepts the intrusion, making sure to slide a funny hand into my back, trapping me on her for sure; well, if anything, now that I'm trapped, I might as well let some steam off. The fight, or the trap, more and more becomes a make-out session as the half-giant walks forward until my back is smashed against the nearest wall and her hands are all over my body.
I return the favor by retreating my now clean tongue and headbutting her once more, to the point both our lips are cut and bleeding, mine more than hers, of course. Then, to surprise her, I go straight back to the kissing part, intertwining my tongue with hers in an intense battle as our blood mixes and feeds this frenzy of ours.
Unfortunately, the woman decides to show she is the one in control and shoves my face away from hers, apparently wanting to say something by how she grins widely and nods her head in approval.
"That tongue of yours—I should have known you're the one that girl talked about—the corrupted human. It is really a lucky night for her; first, the planets align for the ritual, and now the last piece shows herself; maybe this is fate. No matter, I'll bring you with me, and then, when you transform, I'll happily be the first of your harem."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever this is, I should tell you something; your people are very dumb, and that isn't to offend you or anything; the problem is that you guys are so used to swiping people with one attack that your attention span is shit. You talked about the elf girl, yet you only looked at me; dumb move."
Using the moment her hold on me has died down, I kick her chest and jump backward just in time for a ball of thunder to hit the half-giant on the center of her chest; I can see the moment her heart gives up and her body falls awkwardly on the street.
"Royal magic; I knew it was not to be messed with, but damn, you guys are fucking strong. Taking a half-giant, even if half, is no simple shit." I comment, clearly impressed by what just happened; the elf loses no time in running to my side and helping me get back up to my feet. That is the problem with the royal family's new generation, too kind to their own good; if I had a dagger with me, coated in corrupted blood, she would be totally gone in seconds. "Thanks, by the way, if it wasn't for you, I think something bad would have happened to me; this thing, you hire me, we going to the temple; by the not-so-giant woman's words, this is what they wanted. Why do I have the feeling you did too?"
"I knew that already; sorry to break that to you now, but because she said it already, I think lying will just make me sound suspicious."
"Yeah, you can start to tell the story now; else I go back to the tavern and you keep the coins."
"Okay, so don't ask me how because I won't tell, but I could sense your corruption from afar; you didn't get corrupted because you had too much sex or drank bad blood; you deliberately chose to be corrupted and were chosen back. Your reasons are your own, and that's okay, but by doing it, you got yourself into some deep problems."
"So you were planning to get me to the temple to complete this ritual you talked about, huh?"
"No! Of course not. I need you to really end it, that I didn't lie about; there we will have to kill a woman, the leader of this cult I talked about, and then we part ways."
"You know what, fine; I said it before, but I don't back down from a contract anyway." Kicking the dust on the ground, I look at the fallen woman and grin. "Do me a solid and use your magic again on her."
"Are you sure of that is a—"
"Just do it; pretty please?"
The elf nods her head and loses no time in doing as requested; she holds her hands together and from her flesh arm energy forms, the same energy that flows from the metal one, creating a cycle that feeds itself until a ball of energy is created; as soon as there is a ball, she concentrates that in her fingertips and snaps it away towards the fallen giant.
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(Extra Chapter)
From all the fights I had in my life, I can say for sure that this one managed to get the first fucking place in the amazing-ness score—something I'm definitively going to brag about the next tavern I go to; who would have thought that, to defeat a half-earth giant, I would need to simply draw her into a shrine, put fire on it with a lit arrow, strike her leg with my knife, and then let the whole thing come down onto her back, fucking up her enough to make her almost pass out—luckily for us both, this won't be the only fucking she will be getting out of this.
A big smug takes over my lips as I kneel down near the big woman's body—damn, she must be at least two meters and twenty-something—her tangerine skin, painted by reddish-orange tribal marking on her face and arms, the same hard skin that shines with sweat from the heat the fire created in the shrine and how I made her chase me around like a wolf after a rabbit; it all is so enticing that I find myself hungering to touch all I can, yet that will have to wait.
The woman, with some difficulty, less than expected from someone who had a whole ass building fall on her, raises her face and finds my smug, shadowed by my kittenish gaze; confusion takes over her mind, clear as day, lasting no longer than a span of thirty seconds before a rough laugh escapes her plump, bruised lips; the blood on it, almost like lipstick, has me imaging her taste.
"For many years I struck down every human who tried to end my existence or wanted to capture me for my strength; most died with a single attack, and the rest would run away to avoid the same fate as their comrades—you, on the other hand, stood toe to toe with me, despite the difference in our powers." Mirroring my smug, the woman's amber eyes lock on mine without fear; in actuality, the fire in her tells me she stands in the same mindset as I. Oh boy, this is going to be fun for sure. "Human, you who dared to ask me to join your side if you defeated me, I will offer you another challenge, the only one that really matters; the only question that remains is, where do you wish to do it?"
"I have a place where we can have privacy; don't worry about it, Hun. You can be the first one I'm recruiting; nonetheless, I came prepared."
I see how the woman tries standing up, pushing the debris off her back as she uses her pure strength to force her way out of the rock and wood prison; to her luck, I'm not monster enough to see her struggling and not do anything. The look on her face of surprise, when I help her free herself, is one I savor; one by one, the debris joins a pile on the ground, and then, freed, the woman stands on her two feet once I offer her my hand and pull her up, not showing any struggle even when it truly is a task to pull her—she is pure muscle.
"Your confidence amuses me, human, as a way to show you I plan to honor my words; you may be the first to know my name; call me Aerfen."
"Thanks, even if I don't play to call you by name anything soon; I'm more of a nickname type of girl. Name's Zero; feel free to call me anything you want, even if, thinking now, hearing you moan my name when I'm done with you might be interesting."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Zero, or you might find yourself on the other end of it." Her words entice me more to 'defeat' her, enough to make me pull the magical crystal out of my pocket and to full view; this seems to grab a reaction out of her—one that screams recognition. "An artifact like that can bring you many threats, yet you don't seem afraid of prying eyes—interesting."
She says without waiting for me to say something, and so I just don't; my focus, instead, lies on activating the crystal and getting us out of here. A faint light surges from within the item as I close my eyes and whisper the words to activate it, and once I'm done, the world has already shifted, and Aerfen and I find ourselves in the realm inside of the magical crystal.
Around us, the bedroom I've been using for a while now comes to life as our presence is recognized by the small realm; what lies outside the old, wooden room matters not at this time; the important thing really is the firm bed that awaits us.
Outside the crystal, out of this realm, it was the middle of a cold, chaotic night, but inside, the artificial sun shines its gentle light upon the close blinds on the window, illuminating the ambient like a late afternoon sunset, calm and perfect for what comes—I'm grateful I'm not the only one who thinks it.
Once I turn around, Aerfen, the half-earth giant, shows she isn't one to play on service; the sleeveless bodysuit comes apart easily in a practiced move, and soon her trousers and footwear create a pile on the bed's feet. She shows me why she has so much confidence; her body looks like it was blessed by a war goddess, bathed in the tears of a beauty deity, and then warped in scars, a present from humanity; her thick, beige-white hair flows, and complements her face well, giving her the look of a true warrior.
Physique-wise, she doesn't let down in any part of her; she has the archetype of a strong woman who got to hell and back, having muscles that seem as hard as steel—if they really aren't—I guess I'll find out soon enough. Her firm DD-cup breasts look at me with hard, diamond-like nipples that stand ready for action.
She walks in the bed's direction, granting me a nice view of her nice piece of ass, curvy and strong enough to get my teeth excited to get a bite out of that—all about this woman is worshipable. Aerfen lays on the bed, resting her arms behind her head, a clear message to me: 'Come and get it'.
"I hope for your sake that you didn't get me all hot and bothered for nothing, human." She parts her muscly thighs—two pieces of meat that sure as fuck can explode my head if she so finds it on her mind—the view of her unshaved pussy, the sharp teeth grin she holds—it all shifts me from playful to serious; my eyes shiny as I stare at her, my lips become a straight line, my face loses all emotions; that seems to get the woman more into the whole thing by the reflection of light in the liquid leaving her winking hole. "That is the look I was hoping for; a real challenge for once."
My hands reach on my back and start untying the leather armor pieces that fall to the ground, and out of mind, soon, the simple clothes that adorn my body underneath get the same fate.
When it comes to body and curves, someone like me, who hunts to survive and fights all kinds of monsters for fun, may not have much in some departments: B-cup breasts, a soft butt, neither filled enough to be curvy nor lacking enough to be a plank. The aspect we fight on is the scars. The woman in front of me holds many sword cuts, as I have on my shoulder a lightning scar, a huge burn scar on my back, and many slashes and bullet holes. This revelation creates a certain type of sympathy in her eyes.
I stride close to the bed and sit on the soft mattress, feeling it comfortably hold both of us atop it—good, I'm sure to give this bed a test on how much it can sustain. Aerfen's hand floats close to my body, but when she gets close enough to touch me, I slap it away and frown.
"Keep your hands to yourself, for now; when I'm done with you, if you still have some more fire in you, I might consider letting you have a taste." It is interesting to see how fast the woman is to comply; clearly, she has experience in this intimate matter; her expression, otherwise, tells me she isn't used to being in this position. "You take the enemies you defeat and play with them; just don't forget that you lost to me; don't get any funny ideas."
My words are laced with a menacing tone, coated in venom; as for my hands, they are entwined in the opposite, braided in tranquility and tenderness; my thoughts from before, on her skin looking hard as steel, I come to learn it is a half-truth. There is a hardness to it, one that serves to make sure a stab wound, like the one I gave her thigh, doesn't manage to go far enough to debilitate her for a fight.
Still, there is a softness hidden beneath it, on the way she trembles as my fingertips dance down her neck, where her instinct to push anyone away from her jaw activates, and how she is frustrated by having to fight so she doesn't act on it. The middle of her chest is a pathway between mountains, two that have their tops stiffened but never touched, as I make sure to not stimulate her more than necessary—after all—I don't want to finish her so soon, no, I want this to last, maddening so.
I can see how the woman bites her lips to hold onto a moan as my hands stop on her thighs, more even when I start moving my head down her body, placing kisses all around her sides until stopping on her crotch, which at this points, it is wet like a flowing river; her clit hardens, and how cute it does; normally, a clitoris should be small, but hers is half my pinky—almost two centimeters as it swells—almost like it is asking to be sucked; unfortunately for her, I want to tease her a bit more before the show starts.
Gathering some air in my lungs, I wait a moment before blowing some air on it, watching how her body instantly trembles and how a shiny wetness springs out of her pussy as it tries to find something to cling to, only to end up with nothing. The pressure seems to boil out of the woman as she growls loudly and tries moving her clit closer to my face.
"Damn you, woman; have you no heart? This play of yours will make me mad—Agh!" Her words are stolen from her the moment I decide suddenly to comply with her body, rapidly wrapping my tongue on her clit and locking my lips around it so she has no time to get used to the feeling, meaning she has no time to hold the most amusing moan I ever heard. “Haah... Uugh.. Aaah...”
The smile that grows on me is pushed down so I don't break the seal my lips create on her clit, instead, I hollow my cheeks and rotate my tongue around the sensitive area relentlessly, shifting from barely stimulating to creating one so strong that there's no way she can get out of here without an appreciation for my being.
My fingers grow closer to her waiting hole, touching her labia gently and pushing it away to reveal her entrance to my hungry fingertips; seeing it shift and move desperately to milk something tells me exactly what to do, so without further ado, my middle and ring finger stretch the hole enough before it manages to suck them in—one thing I have to hand out to this woman, there isn't a single spot of her that is shy on their desire.
"Ahh! O...Oh!... Aghh! AAAH!” The mountain of a woman moans louder and louder as she gets what she came here for; she fights her instinct to hold my head and push me to her pleasure, so I go faster, trusting that I'll give her what she wants soon if she is patient. "Ohhh, you've got a way with that mouth, woman. Mmmmf. If I had known that before, I would have fought you sooner."
To her compliments, to show that her sweet mouth and admiring words will get her anywhere she wants, I curl my fingers inside of her until I can feel a shift in her system, one that is strong enough to tell me that I found the spot she likes; once found, I start an assault against it every time she goes to breath, not letting her calm down for nothing. Under my ministration, it doesn't take long before she reaches her limits.
"Oh! Here it comes, woman; I'll wet all of your pretty face."
She says that but in reality, she is just begging for me to let her do it, but as I said before, she isn't in control here; I lose my fingers from inside her pussy and have them work her clit as my mouth gets occupied prying her open. As a human, I take pride in my unusual-sized tongue; it isn't abnormal, but it is enough to make me special when it comes to using it.
One inch after the other, my tongue delves deep into her tight passage, quickly being coated by her juices as the sudden difference in depth hits her hard, sending a strong wave to her brain, and no after, a wave inside my mouth of salty, musky juices that don't stay there much longer; instead, as the quantity is absurd compared to a normal human girl, it goes instinctively down my throat so I don't drown on it.
Throughout the whole process that her walls try to milk my tongue strongly, I make sure to keep pleasuring her all the way as she orgasms before it subsides completely, giving her a long and relaxing finish, even if a little overwhelming.
"Haha...Aaah...Uff! You weren't kidding when you posed yourself as a challenge; you lived to my expectations." Even after this assault on her senses, the woman tries to play it off and starts to sit up on the bed. "I think it's time that I return the—"
I push the woman back into the bed, finding almost no resistance. "You'll have your chance another time; now you rest; tomorrow we have a new monstrosity like us to find and tame."
"A soft lover? That I didn't paint you for." The woman asks surprised as she sees my face softening. I sure may be an arrogant asshole most of the time that only wants to fight, but I'm sure no bitch to my companions, and that is what she is now, even if I will give her the chance for us to be more than that if she wants. "You can't quit surprising me, can you? Fine, I'll do as you asked; just don't expect me not to claim you back soon."
Finally, Aerfen lays back down, taking most of the bed space, both in height and width; she is so strong in fact that just her arms are almost a pillow; this alone gives me an idea. It is clear the woman doesn't expect me to go to another room, and why would I when I have such a big pillow like her all for myself? Mimicking her lack of shyness, I lay down beside her and hug her arm, earning a soft groan from the half-giant as she bathes in the warmth of my body, and, by the way she twitches her muscles when I press it against my chest, I can tell my nipples do a good job of keeping her warmth alive as well.
As if wanting to surprise me back, the woman turns to her side and pulls me into her, involving me completely in a tight hug, one that I can only react with a moan myself, the first one she gets from me; that makes her grin sleepily. I didn't paint her for a fuck and cuddle woman; even so, I'm not opposing either; instead, I lock my legs around one of her muscly legs and burry my face on the space between her big breasts, not fighting the sleepiness growing behind my eyes, and by the way she yawns, she doesn't as well.
Just like that, sleep comes, and we both doze off to a place far away, comfortably together in an unexpected union.
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