[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-6/The Ogre and the Maiden
Pt-1
Finally reaching the end of the desert, Nomad and his companions find themselves back on greener pasture, galloping through the green hillsides in search of food and shelter.
Having lost his black stallion to the fiery breath of a dragon (last chap), Nomad was forced to ride the back of the Minotaur Hoof, along with his friend the magician Liam.
Hoof suddenly stopped in his tracks when he spotted a rabbit scampering across a field. He motioned for his riding companions to be quiet and to keep still while he donned his bow and arrow, then aimed it at the unsuspecting creature. In the blink of an eye the rabbit was pierced with the arrow as it limped and hobbled to a slow death.
"Dinner shall be ready within the hour!" smiled Hoof, trotting towards the dead animal.
Sudden from over the hill they heard a battle cry, then heard the short screams of men falling in arms.
"That way, Hoof. Yaa...!" yelled Nomad, instinctively grabbing a fistful of Hoof's mane while spiking him in the ribs with his heels.
Hoof jumped up on his hind legs and howled painfully before reaching back with his human hands and wrestling Nomad off of his back.
"Do that again and I will stomp your little warrior butt all over this green pasture!" threatened Hoof, shaking Nomad back and forth like a rag doll.
"I meant nothing by it...!" said Nomad, falling to the ground on his butt.
"I'm no one's steed!" stated Hoof, stomping his front hooves into the dirt just between Nomad's spread legs as he scurried backwards to safety.
"Okay! Okay..., I get it!" yelled Nomad, covering his privates.
Over the hill the warriors found a battalion of Centurions battling against a huge ugly Ogre. "We've got to help them...!" yelled Nomad, running down the hill as fast as he could with his sword drawn.
"But we don't know which side to save...!" said Hoof, watching the Centurions get slaughter as the ugly Ogre beat them with a tree trunk.
"Are you daft, Minotaur...?" said Nomad, running faster. "Isn't it obvious which side needs our help...? ...the HUMANS!"
"Humans were usually the cause of my troubles...!" signed Hoof, before galloping behind Nomad.
At the bottom of the hill the armored warriors charged for attack on horseback. The Ogre yelled in pain as his big greenish/gray body was cut with their swords and arrows. With a swipe of his oversized hand, he knocked over two horses and their riders, sending them all tumbling to the ground.
A lone rider ran up on horseback, his armor distinctly different from the rest as he posed his sword high above his head as he swung it mightily. A large gash split under the creature's arm before he backslapped the warrior across the field. Nomad jumped over the fallen Hero as he continued to charge on foot. The Ogre turned just as Nomad's sword sliced off his right hand.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH..!!" screamed the Ogre as blood gushed everywhere. The Ogre raised his other arm, preparing to pound his fist down on Nomad's head when his chest was suddenly pierced with an arrow. "AARRHHH!!" he yelled, stumbling backwards as another arrow quickly followed the first.
The Ogre looked up to see a Minotaur running towards him in full stride with a bow and arrow. Fearing further harm, he quickly ran off, heading towards the dense forest at the foot of the hills.
"We have the creature on the run...! Quickly..., stop him before he reaches the forest!" yelled the fallen hero. Liam ran to Nomad's side as the Ogre disappeared in the trees. "We have to find him..." said the Hero, struggling to get to his feet as he peeled off his dented armored chest plate. "We have to follow his blood trail...!"
"Follow the monster into its own lair..., that's suicide! Who are you...?" asked Hoof, watching the man climb to his feet. "Why are you and your men out here fighting an Ogre?"
"He..., stole something from me...!" said the Hero, unclipping the latch to his helmet.
"What did he steal...?" asked Nomad curiously, as the man's helmet hit the ground heavily, revealing his handsome face.
"My WIFE...!"
Pt-2
Nomad, Hoof, Liam, and the Hero went on a brief search for the Ogre in the forest, but the blood trail ended at the water stream, making following the creature impossible.
Back at the battle zone, battle warriors gathered up their injured and dead, mounting them on their horses for the short trip back home. The Hero invited Nomad and his men back to his home in the city to rest and freshen up for their help with the Monster. Nomad accepted, following the remains of the Battalion.
After an hour's ride, they came across a gated city, surrounded by a high stone wall. The huge iron gates opened to allow the warriors in where they were welcomed by the citizens of the land. The dead and wounded were pulled from their horses and attended to immediately while the others sulked about their loss.
The strangers were greeted as heroes once word began to spread how they helped defeat the evil Ogre, --wounding him.
"What city is this?" asked Hoof, impressed by the peaceful surroundings and beautiful buildings making up the large city.
"This is the city of Newtonian..." answered the Hero, riding along side the visitors as they looked around the city in awe. "... and the warriors you helped brave are the Centurions. We guard the city and all its citizens from any outside forces that hope to rage havoc across our fair land!" he added valiantly as he guided the travelers towards the castle.
At the castle bridge, guards greeted the Hero with a bow of royalty before allowing him and his guests to pass through.
"You are a King...?" asked Nomad, riding the backs of one of the Hero's dead soldier's horses.
"ah..., not yet. I am but just a Prince..." said the Hero as the horses took them through the castle gates. "I am Prince Vincent..." said the Hero, formally introducing himself. "...heir to the throne of Newtonian! And I welcome you into my home, as my guests!"
Nomad and his friends were taken and escorted to their rooms by servants. "Anything you wish or need, just ask for..., my kingdom is at your disposal!" offered Prince Vincent. "But I would be honored if you would all join me for dinner in the Royal Hall...?"
"It would be our honor, Prince!" said Nomad, nobly.
Nomad and his friends were treated to hot baths in a natural indoor spring coming down from the volcanic mountain side, then given massages by skilled masseuses before being taken down to the Royal Hall for dinner with the Prince and his parents.
The Royal Hall was beautifully decorated, with more than enough food for an army. Guards escorted Nomad, Liam, and Hoof to their seats across from Prince Vincent and the Queen of the Royal family. They all stood as they bowed to her Majesty.
"Please, my friends..., sit!" insisted Vincent. "I am sorry that my father the King' could not attend this dinner in your honor..." announced Vincent at the start of dinner as he stood and raise a toast. "...but my father has become gravely ill of late.., but my mother the Queen' has graciously left his side to meet the men who helped us wound the evil Ogre!"
The travelers all raised their mugs as the Queen nodded her head in approval in their direction.
"She's awfully young to be his mother...!" whispered Nomad to his friends.
"We are related only by marriage!" smiled the Queen, having heard them.
"Prince Vincent..., how did you come about battle with this Ogre...?" asked Hoof, ripping a turkey legs off a goldenly cooked bird.
"For the past few weeks he's been seen wandering into the city at night when no one is around, sneaking into the Castle's Palace grounds to see my fiancée, the maiden Joy, while she was sleeping asleep!"
"What for?" asked Liam curiously, riveted by the tale.
"I do not know..., suffice to say she soon disappeared..., and our guards tracked her location to the forest, --where the Ogre lives!"
"No chance she just ran away?" questioned Hoof, checking every angle.
"Why would she...?" asked the Queen in royal fashion. "She has everything a girl could ever want at her fingertips! She is destined to be the next Queen of Newtonian, --after I am gone of course! And she is to marry the riches most eligible man in all the land! Why would any girl in her right mind run away from all that?"
"She's a women...!" answered Hoof, plainly, --receiving a frown from the Queen.
"Are you saying that women are fickle, mister...?"
"Hoof!"
"...mister Hoof?" asked the Queen, turning up her nose.
"Wars have been started over women..." stated Hoof, having seen a lot in his many years.
"ah..., and wars have been started by impotent power hungry men as well...!" responded the Queen, sourly.
"Impotent no doubt, because of the betrayal of some women most likely...!" reasoned Hoof.
"Perhaps..." smirked the Queen, taking a sip from her wine glass. "...mr Hoof has fallen for the wrong women in his travels...?" she amused, getting no response from Hoof.
"Well..., when it comes to my father, you will find no woman more devoted to her mate than my mother!" stated Prince Vincent, changing the subject. "My father became strangely ill only after the Ogre was reported seen wandering about the Castle! We believe HE may have had something to do with my father's sickness!"
"You think he poised the King?" asked Liam, suspiciously.
"Witchery?" added Nomad.
"We do not know..." said the Prince, sadly. "Our medicine men cannot find anything specifically wrong with him..., but his condition worsens with each passing day!"
"If witchcraft made your father sick, perhaps sorcery will make him better...?" questioned Nomad.
"We don't know..." answered the Prince. "But if my father dies..., I will personally see to it that the Ogre's head rests firmly upon the end of my blade!"
"Aye! And WE shall help you!" agreed Nomad, without consulting with his travel-mates.
Liam and Hoof eyeballed each other at Nomad's promise. Fighting Ogres was always dangerous work. They were normally 5 times the size of ordinary man, with the strength of ten or more. Ogres were notorious for eating human flesh. And the Ogre they saw making minced meat of Prince Vincent's Battalion was definitely one of the biggest, baddest, ugliest Ogres around.
After dinner the Queen excused herself, saying she had to go check in on her husband while her son and his guess stayed to drink, be merry, and watch the showgirls dance enticingly for them. Hoof really enjoyed the women as they took turns riding his back. The women were impressed by Hoof's strength and oversized manhood which instantly grew long and hard as soon as he saw them.
Liam lay low, watching the show and keeping a weary eye on everyone. Something was afoot in the Royal House, he could feel it in his bones. He declined involvement whenever one of the showgirls approached, trying to get him to join in their dance.
Nomad and Prince Vincent became good friends during heavy drink, sharing stories of battle in their adventures. During the wee hours Vincent dismissed his Royal staff and guards, sending them on their way as he and Nomad continued their celebration and compared battle scars. Vincent sat back in his chair, admiring Nomad's muscular body as he stood and tossed aside his upper garment to reveal his muscles.
"You're a very handsome man..." smiled Prince Vincent drunkenly, as Hoof was being taken to his Chamber by a dozen dancers and Liam lay his head sleeping on the dinning table.
"Thank you..." said Nomad, flexing shamelessly. When Prince Vincent reached out and touched him gently about his arm, Nomad jumped with startle. "Let me guess..." said Vincent, smiling amused. "...you've never been with a man before?"
"Well..." smirked Nomad, drunkenly... "...not with a Prince!"
Prince Vincent's smile broadened.
"Perhaps we can fix that...?" he suggested, inviting Nomad back to his chambers.
Inside the large spacious chamber lay many historic artifacts of his city's army; ancient armors, shields, swords, helmets, as well as statures of his most powerful ancestors. To the far end of the room lay a large opening with a balcony which showed a beautiful view of the city below. In the center of the room lay a huge canopy bed, with heavy covers and lots of threw pillows. In the bed lay 5 alluring damsels, all naked and entwined as they awaited their Prince and his companion.
Nomad watched with amusement as the women kissed and licked each other all over, rubbing and exposing themselves seductively as they awaited their masters. With a clap of his mighty hands, Prince Vincent drunkenly ordered the ladies to disperse and leave him and his friend to sleep off their ale. The women left feeling dejected as Prince Vincent presented Nomad to lay in his enormous bed.
"Very impressive...!" smirked Nomad cockily as he staggered towards the bed. Prince Vincent peeled off his long red cap as he casually tossed it to the floor before starting to remove layers of his Royal garments to reveal his chiseled hairy chest and spectacular abs.
Lust began to swell in Nomad's loins as he too began taking off his garments, stripping naked as he stood and waited for the Prince's lead.
Prince Vincent walked up to Nomad (standing face to face), their erections touching as they began to explore each other's torsos with their hands curiously. A cool breeze blew across the open room making both men's nipples harden as Vincent leaned forward and kissed Nomad in the mouth.
Nomad drunkenly accepted the strong kiss as Vincent slowly sank to his knees before him and took his erect manhood whole.
Prince Vincent swallowed Nomad's 8 inch cock all the way down to the root before pressing his nose in the teenager's pubes. Nomad groaned as Vincent's throat muscles massaged and caressed his hardon before the Prince withdrew, dragging his bearded lips along the shaft and up to the swollen head.
Nomad stood as Prince Vincent expertly sucked his cock, bobbing his head back and forth as he easily took the Barbarian's piece to the root with each downward plunge, grabbing hold of Nomad's hips for support while he devoured the teen's manhood whole. Vincent sucked up and down the Barbarian's swollen manhood until he pulled off completely, his saliva dripping plentifully from the saturated shaft.
"Fuck me Barbarian!" ordered Vincent, climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees. Nomad saw Vincent's bare muscular ass cheeks part to expose his hairy ass crack. He buried his face in the Prince's butt and began eating his asshole. Vincent moaned huskily as Nomad's tongue licked across his puckered anus before drilling deeply into the throbbing ring.
Once he was satisfied he had the anus well lubricated with saliva, Nomad stood then presented his cock to the hole. The tight anus gripped around Noman's manhood vice-like as the barbarian fought to bury his staff. Once embedded the hole flowered open and relaxed as Prince Vincent reached down between his spread legs and began playing with his own 9 inch hardon while getting fucked by the Barbarian.
"Yes! That's it you savage, fuck me! Harder! Yes! Oh yes! Give me your cock! Fuck me like I'm one of my female whores!" grunted Prince Vincent as Nomad hammered in and out of his anal ring. Nomad could tell that the Prince's anus still had a firm grip despite obviously being pounded regularly by his Royal Guard. Nomad imagined the Prince bent over, getting butt fucked one by one by his closest guards on a nightly basis. He could just picture each of them cumming in the Prince's royal guts, filling his cavity with gush after gush of Centurion cum before pulling out to make room for the next guard. Nomad found himself losing his own seed to Vincent's entrails as he fucked harder into his Royal asshole.
Unaware that Nomad had just cum in him, Vincent pulled off of the Barbarian's dick then flipped around on his back as he lifted his legs to expose his asshole more. "Put it back in, Nomad..., make me your bitch!" ordered the Prince lustfully. Nomad aimed his still hard teenaged cock up to the cum slicken hole and pushed back in. "Yeessss...!" growled Vincent as he went back to masturbating his Royal cock.
Nomad fucked the Prince in missionary position, hammering his meaty sausage in and out of the hairy hole for another 15 full minutes before Vincent started to cum all over his own hairy torso. Nomad felt the Prince's asshole clench and throb on his plunging cock as he continued to fuck him straight through his orgasm. "AARRRHHH, yeah! Yeah! Fuck me Barbarian! Bury your cum in my male cunt!" yelled his Majesty.
Nomad felt his balls tighten as his cock swelled then started to hose the Prince's ass with another dose of warrior cum. "AAHHHH...!!!" yelled the Barbarian as his cock jumped and jerked painfully. Prince Vincent grabbed him by the sides of his head with both hands as he stared up into the teenager's face as he unloaded. "I can feel you cum in me, Nomad..." smiled the Prince, pulling Nomad down on top of him as they locked lips again.
Pt-3
While Nomad slept soundly in Prince Vincent arms, and Hoof had his hands full fucking as many maidens his 18 inch bull cock can fill, Liam found himself wandering around the Newtonian Castle alone. Somewhere in his travels he stumbles upon two Centurion Guards standing before a set of large metal doors. Knowing the Royal Family's quarters were on the other side of the Castle, Liam wondered what the Guards could possibly be looking after?
He hid behind one of the Castle's decorative draperies as he spied on the armored Centurions standing post. Surely they were a strong race of men, each built like a cinderblock and dressed in armor and weaponry. He wondered what the Guards did at night to keep themselves from falling asleep on the job? As if on cue one of the guards reached down and began groping himself openly. The other guard looked around to make certain they were alone before deserting his post to kneel before his companion. Liam's eyes widened lustfully as he watched one of the Centurion Guards blow the other on Castle grounds.
The kneeling Guard bobbed his head back and forth, expertly swallowing his companion's manhood as if he'd done it before on numerous occasions. Liam pulled his own hard cock from between his legs as he quickly jacked off, watching the two masculine men have sex.
The man leaning back against the metal door closed his eyes as he concentrated on the warm feeling in his groin. He gripped his spare tighter with one hand while grabbing a fistful of the bobbing Guard's hair with the other. He stifled an erotic groan as he tried to keep from making too much noise in the empty Palace halls. He pumped his hips faster and faster as he fucked the kneeling Guard's face deeper. Liam saw the standing Guard throw back his head as the kneeling Guard gagged on the volley of cum that quickly clogged his windpipe. Liam came all over the Palace floor, biting his lower lip to keep from grunting too loudly.
Just then Liam saw the Guards scrambling to get back in their stations as they adjusted themselves. Moments later he heard the huge metal doors open, then saw the Queen come out still dressed in his dining Garments. "Make sure NO ONE enters the Tower..." she told the Guards as they bowed in her presence. "...especially any of my son's strange visitors!" she added, quickly walking down the long stone hall towards the Royal Chambers.
As soon as the Queen was out of sight, the second Guard left his post to kneel before the first Guard. He took the first Guard's hardened cock into his mouth to return the oral favor. Liam watched as the second Guard bobbed back and forth with considerably less skill than the first Guard. He gagged and choked more, unable to go all the way down on his companion's cock like he had his. He incorporated his hand, using it to jerk the shaft as he sucked feverishly about the tip. He was eventually rewarded with the warm gush of his companion's cum as it splattered deep down into his throat like syrup.
"Quickly..., to your post! Here comes the Queen!" whispered the first Guard as he spotted her Royal Highness coming down another corridor.
"My Queen..." the men said as they bowed and opened the doors to the Tower for her. The Queen quickly passed through without saying a word, leaving the two Guards to breathe a sigh of relief at nearly getting caught a second time.
Inside the Tower entrance stood Liam, having used his magic of illusion to disguise himself as the Queen to secure safe passage. He could only hold such a disguise for a moment, so it was important that he got through quickly without being detained.
Inside the Tower entrance was a long staircase leading upward. Liam quietly followed the steps up to the top floor where he found another locked metal door. Liam placed his hands against the cold metal and closed his eyes to concentrate. After a brief
few seconds later, the door magically unlocked and opened by itself.
Liam entered cautiously, not sure what to find. He didn't know why he was being so suspicious about the Royals, Prince Vincent had been nothing but nice to them since they met, --but there was something about his step mother (the Queen) that made Liam's skin crawl when he saw her. Not that she was old or ugly (in fact just the contrary), but there was something in her eyes, a wickedness that Liam couldn't quite put his finger on.
As he turned the corner to enter the room, he saw a lone man lying in what resembled an elaborate coffin. Slowly he walked up. The man lay still, his arms folded crossed his chest in a death sleep. Though old with thinning gray hair and wrinkles, Liam could see the resemblance to Prince Vincent and instantly realized that this must be Vincent's father, --the King!
Vincent said his father was seriously ill during dinner, but he didn't say he was dead. Why would he and his step mother keep his corpse locked away in the Castle's Tower like a prisoner? Liam wondered why they hadn't yet announced the King's death to the citizens of Newtonian? And why Vincent hadn't yet assumed the King's role when he suddenly heard the corpse moan aloud.
Liam placed his ear against the King's chest to hear him wheezing weakly. He was still alive! Liam touched his hand upon the King's brow, but was interrupted when he heard someone say "Get away from him...!!" Liam turned to see the Ogre climbing up over the Tower's edge, his missing limb wrapped up in bloody bandages. "...get away from my father!!"
Continued...
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