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Lustia. A world where gods and goddesses bless mortals with powers, great and small. A world where violence has been largely replaced with sex. A world of sexfighting, romance, magic, and adventure. What follows is a recounting of a story from this land.
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Egelina carefully made her way through the forest, the branches tangling her short, brown hair, and branches slapping against her tightly fitting enchanted armor when her sword couldn’t keep them all at bay.
Despite the difficulties, she pressed on. She had an important mission, after all – to deliver a missive to a nearby monastery. Truth be told, of course, the missive was not that important – just some bureaucratic messages that needed delivering. The order was not going to assign an important task to a knight barely out of training, after all. But Egelina didn’t know that, so she moved through the forest with the grim determination of someone willing to lay down their life to accomplish their task.
At last, she made it out of the forest. As she did so, she stumbled onto a steppe, finding that her decidedly uncomfortable shortcut left her emerging in the middle of nowhere. She frowned, trying to identify her surroundings and refusing to panic.
With the map she had been given in hand, having sheathed her sword in order to hold it properly, she started identifying landmarks, and soon breathed a sigh of relief as she figured out her location.
“What’s a cutie like you doing out here alone?” A youthful voice sounded from in front of her.
Cursing, she dropped the map and drew her sword, turning to face the person who spoke.
The speaker was a young man, surely not over twenty, naked save for a cloak and a loincloth, more resembling a thong than anything.
His blonde hair, cut short except for the material needed to make a braid that hung over his shoulder, reaching his chest, was ruffled by the wind as he gave Egelina a cocky grin.
Egelina tore her eyes away from the man’s crotch, and more relevantly his massive cock which slipped out of the thong that had no chance of containing the monster, taking in his heavily muscled thighs, and surprisingly lithe torso and arms.
“Who are you?” She managed to focus enough to respond and interpose her enchanted blade between them.
“I am Sigbjorn Halvdansson, son of the chief of the Raging Bull tribe, and your soon-to-be spouse!” He bellowed, taking a step forward and bringing out his own weapon: a massive great axe. “And who might you be?”
“I am Egelina, known as Egelina the prodigy.” She responded tersely as she took a warrior’s stance. “And I am on a mission, so step aside or face my wrath!”
“I like your fire.” He smirked as he responded and took his own stance. “You’ll make for a fine chieftainess!”
And so the battle began.
He struck, a mighty blow with his battleaxe, but Egelina was ready. They did not call her the prodigy for nothing, and she had earned her title not by talent, but by drilling every form until she could do it with her wyes closed.
And so, when his axe descended, she deflected it to the side, using the momentum to turn herself, and with a perfect piruette strike back.
Her enchanted blade struck true, leaving a thin pink line across Sigbjorn’s chest.
He grunted in annoyance and pleasure as the blade hit, and Egelina smirked in satisfaction at her apparent excellence. “Not so tough now, are you, savage?”
It was this pride and perhaps unfounded confidence in her skills that left her blind to the fact he brought the axe around for a second blow.
The blow struck true, tearing her armor asunder like paper and leaving a jagged brown gash across her now exposed modest chest. Before she could even process that, however, she felt exhaustion settle on her shoulders.
“Not so tough now, are you, bitch?” He threw her words back at her.
And then he was rushing in, and it was all she could do to fend him off with blade and fist and keep him at a distance.
Still grinning, he changed tactics, his axe bearing down on her. Though hindered by exhaustion, she almost managed to deflect his first blow, only receiving a nick to her cheek, and even managed to strike back, even if it was only an easily ignored nick on his shoulder.
“D-don’t get cocky!” She told him. “You’re going down!”
But while she deflected the first blow, he used his strong legs for a sudden leap forward, and struck a brutal blow that would have cleft her in half were she not blessed and he bearing an ordinary weapon.
As it was, he instead tore her armor in half, leaving her exhausted and naked, with the exception of her boots and her gloves.
“Who’s not supposed to get cocky~?” He flashed her a confident grin, and then he was upon her, seeking to take hold of her and fill her with his cock.
She once more managed to fend off his groping hands and throbbing cock with a carefully interposed blade, only managing to snap into the stance due to training turned into instinct by constant repetition, though she could do nothing to avoid his hungry and lustful stare on her slender but shapely figure.
“I’m going to have a lot of fun with you~.” He licked his lips, already imagining how he would slam his massive cock into her pussy and fill her womb with his seed, marking her as his.
It was this distraction, perhaps, that allowed her to land another solid blow, a thrust to the base of his cock.
“There we go! Submit and cum!” She half commanded, half begged, aware she couldn’t possibly take much more before he got lucky and it was all over.
“You fucking slut! I’ll fuck you so hard I’ll tear your insides apart!” He roared with frustration and ecstasy as the enchantment left pleasure coursing through him, leaving him stumbling for a moment before he righted himself, his cock erect to the point of bursting.
But he was not done yet, much to her dismay. She was too slow to properly deflect either of the blows, leaving two more lines across her body, one along her collarbone and the other going from her shoulder to her pelvis on the other side.
By all rights, she should have been too exhausted to move, but it seems when they said she could do the forms in her sleep, they were less hyperbolic than they thought, as even when thinking was too tiring, she managed to hold her blade steady enough.
It was obvious, however, that their next clash was to be the last one, as she couldn’t hold out much longer.
He brought his axe in for another blow, but she stumbled, going under it, and used the opportunity to deliver a thrust to his chest.
It was enough to send him reeling, but she was too tired to stop her naked body overbalancing, falling on him and sending them both into the grass.
Knowing by memory what to do when she had temporarily incapacitated a foe with her enchanted blade, she quickly grasped his shaft.
Her hands moved up and down on it, inexpert and clumsy, but enough to send the pent up barbarian into spasms as he desperately resisted a climax.
“Nnhhhnmmh~!” He let out a tortured moan, and retaliated, spanking her rear.
“N-nyoh~!” She yelped, and despite this being the first time he touched her, almost yielding to him right there and then, but managed to keep up her handjob and soon enough made him climax.
His orgasmic scream flew across the fields, as did his cum, shooting out in great amounts and with great force as his tortured balls emptied themselves.
But she wasn’t about to let him spank her again, resuming her offensive by repeating the movement with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.
“C-cum~! Cum~! Please cum~!” She begged, knowing that if he managed to resist long enough to gather his wits, she was done for.
“N-never~! N-not to a s-slutty bitch l-like you~!” He moaned and arched, trying hard to not cum again, and he was successful until she started licking his cock again.
“G-gods… It tastes so good~! B-but… N-no~! I… I must resist~… C-cum~! C-cum, you savage~!”
Her licking was slow and hesitant, as even being so near his massive cock was making her dizzy and desperate to be bred, but she kept it up, reminding herself of her mission whenever her mind started to slip.
“Ggkkkyyaaahhhhaa~!” And it was enough to make him cum a second time, his shriek feminine and desperate.
But even as a student, one thing Egelina was known for was being thorough.
And she felt she saw his cock twitching, as if it could still rise and violate her.
So, to deliver a final blow, she pressed her modest chest against his cock, massaging it with her soft flesh.
“R-really? W-with such t-tiny tits~! Y-You really think that will work~! Hhaahahah~!” He laughed at first at the thought to cumming to such a pathetic titjob, but then his exhaustion from his two consecutive orgasms and the remnants of the pleasure enchantment in his body made themselves known, and his laughing turned to yet more moaning.
“N-nnoo~! I-I won’t cum! N-not to this~! N-not for you!” He knew his fate was sealed, yet he tried to resist, refusing to humiliate himself further.
So she hesitantly resumed licking his tip again, her tongue slow and halting as she closed her eyes and shuddered with lust with every drop of cum she licked up.
He still resisted, not wanting to, refusing to cum three times to such an inexperienced waif.
But, alas, seeing that her methods were not working, she added another avenue of attack, grabbing his nipples and rolling them between her fingers.
“Mmrrghrghmm~!” A guttural groan left his lips as the rough sensation of her rolling his nipples between the metal plates of her gloves was the finishing touch to the amateurish display that nonetheless sent him into his third, and final, climax.
“S-see? I-I told you not to get cocky!” Egelina taunted him as she stood up, satisfied he would not be getting up to follow her, gathered the pieces of her enchanted armor to get them repaired, making sure she had the missive, and ventured onwards, leaving him behind.