Nov 182009
 

Nash Nighthammer was not what you would call a social creature. He was used to doing quests, traveling to strange lands and smiting big monsters. That was why he was so uncomfortable sitting at dinner with the Mayor of a village. The mayor needed his help with a vile villain and Nash was happy to bilge. He just wasn’t so happy to be sitting at a formal dinner. That and the fact that the mayor kept crying.

“The Ruby of the Sun has been stolen!” the Mayor sobbed.

Nash Nighthammer considered his response. He was a hero, and as a hero, he needed to know about the kind of enemy he might be facing. Granted, most of his enemies he simply smashed with his heavy warhammer till they stopped moving. Whatever he couldn’t crush with his warhammer, he could usually strangle with his mighty arms or kick to death with his powerful legs. Still, it helped to be prepared.

“I thought it was said that the Ruby of the Sun could never be stolen from the Chest of Iron?”

The Mayor started crying again. He had done this three times already. As he cried, the serving girl took the opportunity to bend down to refill Nash’s goblet. She dangled her inviting cleavage inches from his face. The serving girl took a very long time to pour a very small amount.

“The Chest of Iron had been lockpicked!” the Mayor bawled. He had recovered and the serving girl was standing back up again. Nash noticed she did not move away though.

Nash was more concerned about the Chest of Iron. “I had heard that if the Chest was tampered with, it would turn anyone who touches it to an iron statue?”

“The sacred runes had been defaced by an expert!” the Mayor cried. He was sobbing into his roast beef again. The impossibility of the theft greatly depressed him.

Nash thought about saying something comforting, but the serving girl took this moment to touch his shoulders. Her nails scratched lightly across his bare skin. She was feeling the hidden power, as well as letting Nash know how she planned to scratch him if he mounted her.

Nash sighed. In his life, it wasn’t a matter of if he mounted a woman, but when. He had that kind of a life.

“It would take an extraordinary thief to accomplish this,” Nash said. “Do you have any suspects?”

The Mayor stopped his sniffling. “It is almost time for the Festival of Thanks. Many people travel here to glimpse the Ruby of the Sun before we lock it away for the winter. Visitors have been coming by the dozens every day. And now without a Ruby to see, our village will be ruined!”

“Hmm,” Nash said. He had a bad suspicion about this. “Tell me, have you seen a woman with long blonde hair, with colorful tattoos on her body?”

“Sounds like an entertainer,” the Mayor said. “I don’t usually deal with that kind of riffraff.”

Nash nodded. “This one would have tall black boots the color of midnight.”

“Oh, I’ve seen her!” the servant girl said. “She was doing some juggling. She could keep five daggers in the air easily and kill a fly that was across the street.”

Nash groaned. “That was Chakra, and she is the known as the Queen of Thieves.”

The Mayor started crying again. The servant girl decided that now was the time to refill Nash’s drink again and take a stroke of his loincloth. Her touch was pleasing, but Nash moved her hand gently away.

He had a thief to catch.

Nash Nighthammer walked outside. It was night in the village and the streets were busy. Visitors and pilgrims were here to see the Ruby of the Sun. There was a lack of town guards, and Nash suspected that they were patrolling the roads as they looked for the thief. A good thief would have left the village as soon as possible.

There was something that Nash knew that the guards didn’t. Nash knew what Chakra was really here to steal.

He walked around the town till he found the right place. It was a closed shop where the owner had passed on. The windows were boarded up and the dust of neglect clung to the wooden walls.

One smash of his warhammer sent the door flying. It was dark inside, but Nash Nighthammer wasn’t afraid. He stepped boldly in with his warhammer in both hands.

“I know you are here, Chakra,” he said.

Something sharp pressed into his back. How did she get behind him so easily?

“Nash Nighthammer,” Chakra whispered. Her voice was silky and soft. It was like what Nash thought moonlight would sound like. A lantern flared to life behind him.

“You sound surprised,” Nash said.

Something sharp pressed against his ass. “Just surprised that you thought you could take me,” Chakra said.

Nash spun around. People sometimes look at his big muscular body and assume he was slow. It takes a lot of power to move that much body, and Nash had plenty of power to spare. His warhammer came up and smashed the dagger that was aimed at his buttocks. A flash of metal was the only warning that he received about the dagger flying at his face. He turned his head just in time.

Chakra stood before him. She was wearing a black tunic that covered her ample chest. Her arms were bare, except for the twisting intricate tattoos that decorated her arms. Long legs ended in black leather books that were as silent as kitten paws. Her long blonde hair was bound behind her in black scarf.

She lunged at him. He grabbed her wrists and twisted. She dropped the dagger but another one appeared in her other hand. Chakra tried to stab his leg but Nash wasn’t falling for that. He grabbed that wrist as well and disarmed her.

Nash pulled Chakra to him. “I have you, thief,” he growled.

“I will never tell you where the Ruby is,” Chakra said. She was trembling with excitement in his hands.

“I guess I will have to search you,” Nash said.

He started with her hair. He ripped the scarf from her hair and tossed it to the side. Poison pins and lockpicks glittered in the scarf. Her blonde hair fell around her like gold straw. His fingers went through her hair, searching for ay gems or further tricks.

Next he tore her tunic from body. The flimsy cloth was perfect for blending into the dark but it was little defense against Nash’s hand. Firm breasts jiggled as he tore the tunic from her body. A crouching lioness tattoo lurked over her right breast and a screeching hawk tattoo guarded her left breast. A winding snake tattoo wrapped around her belly down to her furry blonde sex.

Chakra kneed him in the groin. Nash grunted with pain and then picked her body up and threw it against the abandoned store counter. Her body folded against the counter, her legs kicking helplessly off the side. Chakra gasped as the wind was knocked out of her.

He grabbed her by the hair and kicked her legs apart. He reached down and pulled his cock from his loincloth. The dragon tattoo on her ass clenched as he pressed his cock against her sex.

“Sweet All-Mother!” chakra cried out as he filled her sex with his cock. “You are bigger than I remember! How long has it been?”

He pulled her hair harder to make her back arch. “Last spring, you had stolen the Pearl Crown.”

“That is right,” Chakra said. “You captured me in the stables. Oh fuck!”

Nash grunted in agreement. He was smashing his cock into her sex with the fury he usually reserved for combat. Hard, savage fierce thrusts that would make normal women cry with grief only made Chakra cry with joy. It was one of the reasons he kept stopping her thefts.

He knew it was also the only reason she let him catch her.

Nash pulled out of her. “You didn’t hide the ruby there, this time,” he said.

Chakra laughed. “Are you sure you do not want to check there again?”

Nash was about to answer when she kicked him in the chest. He stumbled back as she leapt to her feet and then onto him. His hands grabbed her wrists just as she was about to plunge her fingernails into his eyes. Her limber legs wrapped around his chest and squeezed. Nash could feel his ribs and lungs strain from the pressure.

Chakra might let him catch her, but she never made it easy.

He let go of her hand and grabbed her throat. He applied way too much pressure and she forgot about clawing his eyes. Her legs unclenched from his waist. Chakra smiled as he squeezed the air from her throat.

Nash found that the more civilized the woman was, the stranger their love-making.

He let go of her throat and Chakra fell to the ground. While she was still gasping for air, Nash grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. His cock went into her mouth, choking her in a different manner.

Chakra groaned as he fucked her mouth. He pushed her head this way and that. He was making sure to check both of her cheeks with his cock. Once she hid a magic coin underneath her tongue and he had nearly missed it.

There was no way she could hide anything in her mouth this time. Nash rammed his cock deep down her throat with a fierceness that barely allowed breathing much less clever concealment. Chakra squirmed but there was no escape until he had invaded every inch of her mouth.

Eventually he released her. Chakra fell back on the ground and wiped the spit from her lips. Her black boots scraped against the floor as she tried to move. He thought about taking her boots off, but decided against it. The boots were so skintight, nothing can be hidden there.

Which left just one last place.

Chakra laughed as she saw the look on his eye. She tried to scramble away but Nash was already on top of her. Their bodies rubbed against each other; his hard muscular body on top of her soft limber form. They grunted as they wrestled. Each of them pushing and grabbing each other’s body as they sound an advantage. Bites and scratches were exchanged as they tried to shock the other out of a good hold.

In the end, Nash was able to pin her down. He held her head down as he put his cock against her ass. Chakra screamed like a wildcat as inch after inch of his cock went into her tight bottom.

He hit bottom far too early. He pulled out and slipped a finger into her ass. A moment’s search, and out came the Ruby of the Sun. Despite the inglorious location in which it had been hidden, it still sparkled with a divine radiance.

“It is a great treasure,” Nash said. “I can see why you would want it.”

Chakra laughed with her face still pinned to the floor. “That is not what I came to steal.”

Nash put the Ruby of the Sun aside. “I know.”

He put his cock back into her ass. Chakra purred as he truly filled her this time. All of his cock disappeared into her ass as he nailed her to ground.

They fucked like the great heroes that they were. He attacked her ass with his cock. She took all of him with her acrobatic body. Their exertions were legendary as they sought to outdo each other. Their sweat mixed together on the dirty floor.

When they climaxed, even the Gods took notice.

When it was over, Nash collapsed on top of Chakra. His fingernails traced the shape of a bat tattoo on her shoulder. She bit a new scar he had on chest.

“Come with me,” Chakra whispered. “We could rob the treasures of the world. You and your muscle, and me with my guile.”

“Come with me,” Nash said. “We could defeat the monsters of the world. You and your cunning and me with my might.”

Neither answered. They kissed until the lantern oil burned out.

In the morning, Chakra was gone. So were her tunic, her daggers, her lantern and of course those amazing boots. The Ruby of the Sun she left behind.

Nash sighed. His heart had been stolen once more.

Jun 172009
 

“A giant roams the land,” the farmer said.

Nash Nighthammer took his eyes off the farmer’s daughter. She was shapely and of age. She was probably bethrothed to some other farmer’s son and due to be married in the spring. It didn’t stop her from staring at Nash’s broad chest or powerful arms.

“There are no giants anymore,” Nash said. “Abiara the Wise turned the last giant tribe into stone.”

The farmer shook his head. Behind the farmer, his daughter licked her lips in a seductive manner. Nash tried really hard not to notice how full those lips were.

“That was what we had heard,” the farmer said. “But then one night the farm closest to the Jakan forest was stomped flat in a single night. You could see old man Horkin crushed under a single foot print. His wife was found in a tree, impaled on the branches like she had been thrown. But it was the cows that let us know it was a giant.”

“How so?” Nash asked. The daughter was now wiping sweat from that place between her breasts where all men seek to dive.

“Horkin had two prize cows and both were gone.” the farmer said. “The fence was still intact but the cows were gone. Like someone scooped them up and walked off.”

Nash sighed. It did sound like a giant. “I was just looking for a place to sleep for the night.”

The daughter giggled. The farmer pointed at Nash’s mighty warhammer. Forged out of Dwarven steel, it was stained with the blood of the forces of evil.

“You look like a Hero to me,” the farmer said. “We’ve lost two more farms this week. People are dying. Heroes fight monsters, right?”

Nash frowned. “Heroes are honor bound to fulfill any quest of need that is offered to us.”

The daughter ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Nash could tell she had a few quests she wanted him to do. He had seen that look in the eyes of many, many, many women over the years. The dangers were always great but the rewards were plentiful

“Well,” the farmer said, oblivious to his daughter’s attempt of seduction. “Looks like we are in need then.”

“Ok, good farmer,” Nash, his own mind made up. “But you are giving me a meal and a place to sleep. In your barn if you don’t mind. I, uh, make a lot of noise when I sleep.”

The farmer shook Nash’s hand in agreement. Later that night in the privacy of the barn, the farmer’s daughter shook Nash’s cock till he gave her his pleasure. She left his company smiling and on shaky legs. Nash slept deeply, satisfied in the glow of another quest well done.

Nash rose early the next morning and left before the farmer had risen. His cock was still sated with the reaping of a good night’s plowing. He didn’t leave the farm in shame, for in his travels he has come to realize that there were many women who longed for their own adventures. Nash was happy to help, but he knew that fathers were rarely grateful for his kind of hero.

He headed for the Jakan forest, knowing that it was the only place capable of hiding a giant in day time. He gripped his warhammer with two hands, eager to use it in battle. As a child, he heard stories of the terrible giants. When Abiara had defeated the last giant tribe, Nash had been happy for the forces of good, but saddened that he himself had never tested himself against such a fearsome foe. Now, Nash Nighthammer would have his chance.

Tracking the giant was no challenge. Fallen trees littered the path Nash took. The occasional bear ripped in half told him he was going the right way. He was a little taken back by the gruesome remains of animals he found. The legends always spoke of the power of giants, but none of the stories mentioned such ferocity. Nash was too brave to feel fear, but he was certainly starting to feel doubt.

He heard the giant before he saw it. Loud grunts boomed through the Jakan forest. Gasps as loud as thunder grew louder as he approached a clearing. The grunts would quicken in pace before stopping, but were then followed by a loud frustrated scream. Nash’s ears pricked at the sound of the scream. That was a woman’s voice. Nash dropped to a crouch and carefully looked through the bushes.

The giantess was as bigger than the barn Nash had slept in. Legs the size of tree trunks braced themselves as the giantess pawed at the red hairy sex between her legs. Breasts bigger than cows jiggled as she stroked herself. Her long red hair could have clothed five children with enough left over for a blanket.

She was quite beautiful in a savage way. She was nude and a bit smelly but she literally had ten times the charms of a normal woman. The smell of her sex filled the area till every breathe Nash took was of pussy. Nash felt his cock rising, ready to enjoy a real meal after the comparatively brief snack of last night.

The giantess kept stroking until she stopped suddenly. Her shoulders sagged in disappointment and then her arm lashed out in anger. CRACK! The tree she struck broke in half under the force of her blow. The ground shook as the tree hit the ground.

She screamed again. It was a deafening frustrated scream that Nash could feel in his chest. Nash felt his resolve for killing slowly fade and be replaced with something he wasn’t expecting: sympathy.

He stood up. The giantess saw him and stopped her tantrum.

“Man!” she yelled. “You are dead! I am going to eat your guts and swallow your skull! You picked a bad day to come to my home!”

Nash gripped his warhammer tightly. “It looks to me that every day has been a bad day for you, hasn’t it?”

The giantess paused. She brushed a strand of red hair as long as a horse is tall out of her face. Usually no one said anything to giants except screams and pleas for mercy.

“In fact,” Nash continued. “I bet that is why you are killing people. The forest is big. You have plenty to eat here. You just go out and attack a farm because you get angry.”

The giantess stomped towards him. One of her hands balled into a fist and she raised it above him. Nash breathed deeply and made no move to block her fist.

She stood there with her arm raised. “What do you know about that?” she said. Her tone was almost quiet.

“I know the sounds of a woman alone,” Nash said. “You have no man, do you?”

The giantess lowered her arm. Her bottom lip trembled. “They are all gone,” she said.

Nash lowered his warhammer. “How long has it been since you’ve, uh, known a giant?”

A tear fell. It landed on Nash like a bucket of water. He blinked but he did not move.

“Two years!” the giantess finally yelled. “Two fucking years without a cock to fit me!” She fell to her knees and Nash quickly got out of the way. “I’m too damn big!”

Nash nodded in sympathy. “I understand. Have you tried something other than your hand? Like a tree?”

The giantess nodded. “Everything breaks! She sat back and the ground shook. She opened her legs and exposed herself. A sex as big as a door opened before Nash. He could feel the heat radiating off of it. The smell of desire hit him like a wall.

“Have you tried touching that?” Nash said. He pointed at the button of flesh that hung above the folds of her sex. “I noticed you were just thrusting inside yourself.”

The giantess looked at him in confusion. “Why would I do that? I need a cock inside me. Inside me is where the happy feeling comes from.”

Nash reached out and touched the fleshy button. It was as big as his head. He cupped it in both hands and started rubbing it.

“Oh!” the giantess said. “I never felt that before!”

“A priestess showed it to me once,” Nash said. “Her order forbade them from loving men so they found ways to love each other. She taught me this secret as a reward for a quest. Try stroking yourself while I do this.”

The giantess put her hands between her legs and Nash found it hard to stay out of her way. Without warning, the giantess picked him up and placed him on her sex. Nash grabbed a tuft of her curly red hair and held on. The curve of her gigantic breasts blocked the sun from view.

“There,” she said. “Now do that.”

Nash used his other hand to massage her clitoris. The Giantess shuddered and stroked faster. It was hard to hold on but Nash was a hero and his grip remained true.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the giantess grunted.

Nash kept rubbing.

“Yes . . .yes . . .no!” the giantess roared. She was close but couldn’t quite reach it. She slammed her hand in the ground in anger and Nash fell off her cunt.

“It doesn’t work!” she yelled. “Fuck! I’m going to eat you now, Man!”

“Wait!” Nash yelled. “I have an idea! You have a giant’s hunger. You need something more!”

She hesitated. Nash quickly picked up his mighty warhammer and climbed onto her sex. This time he stood where her inner thigh joined her sex. He raised his warhammer high and brought it crashing down onto her swollen clitoris. The shock of the blow traveled up the warhammer and through his arms.

“Oh!” the giantess yelled. She put one hand in her sex. “Again!”

Nash swung with all his strength. The giantess moaned this time. “Again! Again! Again!”

Bracing himself, Nash brought the warhammer down on the giantess’s clitoris. Again, and again and again while the Giantess moaned, Nash did his duty. The sweet smell of her sex grew stronger and stronger. The breasts above Nash shook like trees in a hurricane. Nash’s own arms were shaking from the powerful vibrations ringing from the warhammer.

Nash’s back began to ache but he kept swinging. He was a hero. He swung with all his heart and every time he struck truly.

“Yes!” the giantess roared and Nash knew it had happened. He stopped in mid swing, unsure if one more tap would ruin the orgasm the giantess was having. Her entire body shook with her pleasure and Nash was thrown from her body.

As he picked himself up from the ground, he was scooped up in grateful arms. Nash was crushed to the world’s largest tits and he allowed himself one kiss of the fantastic cleavage. When he was released, he noticed that the giantess was extraordinarily gentle in setting him down.

“I feel good,” the giantess said. She smiled and Nash was reminded of how easily she could chew him sideways.

“So you won’t be killing any more people?” Nash said.

“No,” the giantess said bashfully. Was she blushing? “But . . .”

“Yes?” he asked.

“What if I can’t do it by myself?” she asked.

Nash gripped his warhammer tightly. It was made of Dwarven steel and crafted by three masters of forging. It had the blood of a thousand enemies on it. It had been blessed by the Great Mother herself. It was a weapon worthy of a hero but sometimes, heroes had to make sacrifices.

“Here,” he said as he handed it to her. “Just tap yourself and you’ll be fine. Just practice a lot before you give up on it.”

The giantess picked up again and kissed him. It was the greatest kiss he had ever received. Now he was the one blushing.

“Remember, no more killing,” he said.

The giantess never killed another human again. The sounds of her pleasure would thunder through the land, scaring away many terrible creatures like dragons and demons. It wasn’t long before the formerly dark woods of Jakan were considered a place of good luck and happiness.

And thus the Last Giant was defeated by the might and wisdom of Nash Nighthammer.

The end.

Mar 252009
 

In the war between Good and Evil, sometimes Evil wins.

Nash Nighthammer had answered the call to fight the invasion of Witch Warriors. Newly named, he wished to prove himself on the fields of battle. A mere 18 years old, he sacrificed his strong body and mighty warhammer to the cause of Good. With a hundred other heroes, he had struggled against an army of Witches at the Northern Pass. The heroes stopped the invading army and in that blood soaked pass, they decimated the Witch forces. Unfortunately, the survivors of the hero army were captured and dragged back to the cursed Witch Queen’s Palace for torture and death.

Nash strained against his chains to look down at the darkness below. Small fires illuminated a thriving mob of flesh. Sounds of pain and pleasure drifted out of the pit, as well as the smells of sex and filth. Nash was exhausted and having a hard time concentrating. He had been dragged a hundred miles in chains after a day long battle. For some reason all he could think about was sex.

The Witch Queen looked at her captives. “It’s a shame that only you twenty mortals survived the journey back.”

A hero standing beside Nash, Mondar Bravestrike, gave a rousing speech about defiance and endurance of the pure. Nash wasn’t listening because he was too busy looking at the magnificent bare breasts of the Witch Queen. There was a red birthmark between her breasts and he was trying to figure out the shape reminded him off.

When the Mondar’s speech was done, the Witch Queen continued.

“Below you is the Orgy Pit. Years ago, an entire Coven was cursed with Lust Everlasting. They fuck and they fuck and they fuck. We throw them captives and they include them to their orgy. When a man is of no use to them anymore, they rip him to shreds and use his body to pleasure themselves.”

One of the heroes, Ghor Piousheart, gave a short prayer about the virtues of chastity. Nash didn’t hear the prayer because he was almost certain the birthmark on the Witch Queen’s breasts looked like a hand.

“Your prayers are useless here!” the Witch Queen said. “I consign you all to the Orgy Pit where you will live your lives as sex slaves to the Cursed Coven! Guards, start by throwing in the idiot who keeps staring at me!”

Nash Nighthammer took a good long look at the Witch Queen’s breasts as he was dragged to the pit’s edge. Yes, it was a hand mark. It was shaped like someone had laid a hand right between her breasts. Nash wondered what it would feel like to lay his hand between such proud witch tits.

The Witch women threw Nash in. His long fall was barely softened by the bodies he fell on. The bottom of the pit was too dark for him to see anything but there was no mistaking the feminine hands that touched his face, his broad chest and his ass. The chains that bound him were made of thick steel but the shadow hidden women broke them apart like they were soft underclothes. He was truly among the damned.

A breast was pressed into his face while a mouth wrapped around his cock. A finger slipped into Nash’s ass and he learned quickly how to unclench. Nash’s powerful body was womanhandled down to the filthy ground and pinned there by demonic lust. Every inch of his body was kissed, sucked, bitten or ridden by the cursed witches.

Elsewhere, Nash could hear the shocked cries of Ghor Piousheart as the brave priest was being molested. Nash tried to rise and help the noble man but the witches would not let him. There was too many of them and each was as strong as five men. He was a slave of the Orgy Pit now.

A month later . . .

Nash Nighthammer fucked the witch. He slammed into her with a fury that would have shocked the gentle serving wenches back home. Nash hammered at the witch’s cunt with his cock so that her cries of pleasure would keep away the other cursed witches. It was an Orgy Pit but if you fuck the right witches hard enough, they’ll claw the eyes out of anyone who comes near.

The position of the sun told Nash it was noon. He looked around and saw that the other heroes had noticed it too. One by one they lifted their heads towards the edges of the pit.

Food rained down on them. Hunks of meat, strange potatoes and the occasional phallic shaped vegetable splattered down onto them from the overturned cooking pot. Nash heard the taunting laughter of the guards above. They sometimes tried to brain a hero with a heavy mutton bone.

A chicken leg fell beside Nash. He kept fucking the witch as he reached. Never ceasing his pounding, he ate the meat as fast as he could. As long as the insane witch was getting her cunt fucked, she didn’t care what he had in his mouth.

He did it a little too well for she had her climax. She pushed him off and eight other witches pounced on him. They clawed at him, fighting over him as they sought his cock. His hands were crammed into wet holes while his head was dragged to a waiting pussy.

Nash would eat no more this day unless it was pussy.

Two months later . . .

It was night and Nash had collapsed from exhaustion. A witch was riding his sleeping leg while sucking his cock. He slept.

He dreamed of Mondar dying earlier in the day. The greatest hero Nash had ever seen was ripped apart by the cock hungry witches. His head was used as a sexual toy while his arms were used to beat the other heroes into fucking faster. His dismembered cock was passed around until it was useless.

Nash slept through the nightmare. He was too tired to rouse from his rest.

Three months later . . .

The rain fell into Nash’s waiting mouth. The water was cold but it helped wash some of the filth from his body.

The witch Nash was fucking didn’t notice the rain. All she cared about was the manhood Nash had in her ass. She scratched at the mud as Nash pounded into her.

Nash drank the rain. The cold water tasted good but it couldn’t wash away the taste of pussy. It couldn’t wash away the taste of his own blood from where eager witches had split his lips with fierce kisses. It couldn’t wash away the taste of sweat which seemed to physically hang in the air.

He looked up at the sky and wished he was a cloud.

Six months later . . .

Nash Nighthammer tried to push through the orgy. Ghor was exhausted and Nash could see the man would die soon. Nash knew this because he had seen so many other heroes in the Orgy Pit die. Their faces all had the same look of despair before they died.

“I can’t do it anymore,” Ghor croaked.

A wall of breasts and pussy held Nash back.

“Be strong!” Nash yelled. “Just wait till night, they slow down when the moon rises! You can rest then!”

Ghor lifted his head from the tits that were suffocating him. “I can’t. The Gods will take me soon. When I reach the lands of the Fallen, I will tell them you are coming!”

Nash watched as Ghor collapsed. Ivory thighs wrapped around Nash’s waist and held him down to the ground. Pinned, Nash tried to see through the crowd to Ghor. He couldn’t see the priest but he heard the sounds of his body as Ghor was ripped apart. Nash fucked harder, screaming his rage and anger as he fucked harder than he had ever fucked before. The crazed witch women moaned in happiness.

Nash was alone now.

10 months later . . .

The witch screamed her orgasm and fell off of Nash’s cock. The look of satisfaction on her face almost made her look human. Nash used her hair to clean his sticky cock.

It was dark but through the moonlight he could see all of the witches of the pit. Most of them laid still, exhausted from the personal service Nash had given them. The sex cursed witches were immortal and supernaturally strong but their endurance was not limitless. They could be tired. They could be sated if only for a small time.

Nash watched as some of the witches crawled towards him. Their long black hair almost made them invisible in the darkness of the pit but the heavy sway of their ivory breasts reflected the moonlight. He counted eight sets of heavy breasts. The night before, only ten had the strength to rape him.

His cock hardened. His ability to stay erect was the only thing that kept him alive this long. The hammer of flesh was his only weapon here.

“Come to me, whores and sluts,” Nash muttered. “Come see what a real man has for you.”

The witches jumped on top of him. Nash tried to fight them but they were too strong and he was just one mortal man. He screamed his curse at them but his mouth was silenced with a pussy sitting on his face.

One year later . . .

The Witch Queen awoke. There was something wrong about her bed chambers. She pulled back the flayed skin that she used as a bed cover. The candle of human fat was missing. She looked into the darkness of her room and saw nothing.

But she smelled something. It smelled of sex, filth and sweat.

A shape moved in the darkness. She felt a hand on her birthmark between her breasts. The hand pushed her back into the bed while another hand parted her thighs.

She felt the iron heat of a male against her leg.

“Who dares!” the Witch Queen cried.

“I dare,” Nash Nighthammer said.

“You?” she said. “The slave of the Cursed Coven? How did you escape the Orgy Pit?”

The man’s hand moved over her breast and squeezed. She cried out at the harshness of his grip. The Witch Queen trembled as the hot steel of his manhood moved up her thigh.

“I fucked them,” Nash said. “I fucked them all and climbed over their exhausted bodies to freedom. I did the work of a hundred men and I fucked them. And do you want to know something, Bitch Queen?”

The Witch Queen shuddered. The lips of her sex parted as he slammed into her. She arched her back as his heat filled her.

“What?” she gasped.

“I’m not done fucking tonight,” Nash Nighthammer said.

Nov 242008
 

It was the day of the Quest. In the modest village of Fangcrack, the youth of the village gathered before the Great Seer. Nash was eighteen years old and eager to prove himself. He hoped to earn himself a second name half as good as his father, Kor TigerSlayer. With a good name, he could ask for the hand of the innkeeper’s daughter, Fara. With a poor name, he may have to marry his aunt, Maggie Nutcracker, who although she owned a large farm, had also out lived five of her husbands.

Nash thought about Aunt Maggie’s mighty thighs and shuddered.

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The Great Seer was so old that her second name was long forgotten. The old crone stumbled to the circle that had been drawn in the dirt. She shook the Quest Cup, rattling the sacred dice that allowed the Gods to speak such small mortals. The old woman took a long time to shake that the Quest Cup. She said it was to allow the Gods time to decide but Nash suspected the Great Seer wanted to enjoy every moment of a day where she holds everyone’s attention.

First was Warl, a slow lad of thick frame and a thicker mind. The Great Seer shook the Quest Cup and spilled the dice onto the ground. She studied the numbers and then looked Warl in the eye.

“You must bring back ten wolf pelts!” the Great Seer announced. The village cheered. It was a good quest. If he succeeded, he would be known as Warl WolfKiller. If he failed, well, he would be known as Warl Wolfmeat. That’s if he lived of course.

Next was Hana, a tall girl who some say was a little too smart for her own good. The Great Seer shook the Quest Cup and spilled the dice onto the ground. The ancient woman studied the numbers and consulted a chart that was inscribed on her walking stick.

“You must learn the names of all the gears for the mill house,” the Great Seer announced. The village applauded. That was a good quest. If she succeeded, she would be known as Hana GearMistress, and be able to make a living fixing things. If she failed, she would be known as Hana NotSoSmart and maybe become a waitress at the inn.

It was Nash’s turn. His heart pounded with fear. He took a deep breath and calmed his mind. Did he not practice his warhammer every day? Didn’t he run every day down to the river and back so that he could be swift? Did he not eat wisely, avoid liquor and do a thousand push ups every morning? He wanted to be a great hero and so he pushed his body at every moment for just this day. The Gods had to have a purpose for him.

The Great Seer shook the Quest Cup a good long time. She looked at Nash while she shook the dice. Her piercing eyes took in his long black hair, his mighty shoulders and the many many many muscles that covered his body. She spilled the dice onto the ground and it seemed to Nash that she barely looked at the numbers there.

“You must undergo a secret quest!” the Great Seer announced. Murmurs went through the village. A secret quest! Only the greatest of names could be earned with a secret quest! More importantly, only Heroes went on secret quests!

Nash was afraid. Would he have to slay a dragon? Would he have to capture lightning? What great deed did the Gods need him to do?

He bent down and let the Great Seer whisper in his ear. As he heard his quest, he frowned, he grimaced and then he grinned.

Later that night, Nash went to the castle of Lord BlackTower. He left behind his weapons and armor. He dressed only in black and even smeared the black mud of the river on his face and hands.

His mighty arms and legs easily scaled the walls of the castle. Powerful fingers that held onto swinging warhammers clung tightly to cracks in the wall. Incredible thighs propelled him upwards while the moat lurked below. Arms that could crush skulls held on to the wall no matter how hard the wind blew.

Inside the castle, his sleek body crept like a panther. Without a single sound he made his way deep into the fortress. When a guard did come across him, his fists crashed into them like a mighty boulder against their jaws.

Finally, he reached his goal. He made his way to the bedchamber of Lady Talleya, the young newlywed bride of Lord BlackTower. Eighteen bars secured her door but it only took Nash three kicks to break his way in.

Lady Talleya did not cry out when this dark stranger entered her bedchambers. So far her marriage had been something of a mystery. Lord BlackTower had lain with her only once before spending the rest of the night with his knights. After that one disappointing night, Lady Talleya waited every night for her husband to come to bed but he seemed to enjoy the company of his knights and their lances more.

“Who are you?” Lady Talleya asked.

Nash was not the wisest of his friends but he was wise enough. “Do you care?” he asked.

Lady Talleya thought about it. She cast the bed sheets from her body and revealed her young body. There were no night clothes on her curvy form. There was no cap for her long golden hair. There was no belt of chastity protecting the secret bush of her sex. When the neglected bride looked at Nash’s body, there was no doubt as to what she wanted.

Nash came to her bed. It was his first woman. It was his first quest. He did what he thought heroes would do. He took his mighty weapon in hand and put it to use. Over and over he swung the weapon that the Gods had given him.

Over and over, Lady Talleya asked him to swing again.

When he could swing no more and when Lady Talleya was so exhausted that she would not walk straight for a week, Nash finally pulled out. The Lord would have a son and the future of the Kingdom was secured for another generation. There was also a healthy dose of hybrid vigor added to the royalty gene pool but only Darrel HorseFucker would understand would that meant.

“A thousand blessing upon you,” Lady Talleya said. You may have all the gold you wish my handsome hero!”

“No milady,” Nash said. He placed one hand on her kiss covered breast. “I was told by the great Seer that you would give me my name. That is all I ask.

Lady Talleya reached between his legs. She felt his mighty weapon return. She giggled as she thought about how much longer her Lord would be with his knights.

“You are now Nash NightHammer,” she said. “Now return to your quest, brave hero!”

Nash NightHammer did as the Lady told him. As he re-entered her royal garden, he realized that with a great name, came many greater ladies to quest for.

The end.