You open your eyes and find yourself tied up in a cave with what sounds to be a group of goblins just barely out of earshot.
Your starting stats are as follows:
Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Maximum Mana: 50 Current Mana: 0 Defence: 5
Strength: 10 Agility: 10 Speed: 10 Vitality: 10 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 10 Charisma: 10 Luck: 10
Your starting power stages are as follows:
Physical aura: Beginner stage Magic Tier: 1st tier
There are also many hidden stats and traits.
You suddenly feel a surge of energy and a deep sense of recklessness. "Oi! You! Goblins, you're bunch of sissies!" They looked over and had angered expressions on their faces. "Wha-Who you calling Sissies! You're the sissy Human!" I merely snorted and gave them the middle finger. "Nope! You all are, go lick the anals of your friends, you fucking shit talker. You nothing but a living walking piece of green shit, you even stink like it!"
"Insolent human!" One goblin says as he rushes towards you with a knife raised, followed by another two who jump on you. You barely have time to react before they start pummeling and stabbing at you.
I kicked in the face that sends it flying, I grabbed one and started tossing him around, grabbing knife of another as I grappled the smaller goblin around, overpowering as I then threw him around. "What th-" I cut the goblin off with a high kick that knocked him right out, double punching one that knocked the goblin down. Literally I just started beating living shit out of them till they were left groaning in pain, laying on the ground in a heap. "Like I said, you're all a bunch of sissies. I'm the goddamn Tiger! I fight guys far tougher than you all are." Revealing my MMA status
The goblins who are still alive cower in fear as you show them your prowess. One of them, looking somewhat intimidated, speaks up, "You... you know magic? We can spare your life." They seem to be implying that they could make things even worse for you if they wanted to.
I answered him by straight up punching him out, laying a hard punch that cracked his whole face up. "Now, is there anything else?" Making clear the subject of magic didn't fear me. "Man, this human is like a Nordic Barbarian!" I grinned at that. "I'm a descendant of Nordics, Sissy. You're looking at a man whose descendant from infamous warriors and conquerors. I like to do my ancestors proud." Making them all react with more fear
The goblins hesitate for a moment before one of them eventually speaks up. "Very well... we will spare you. But you must leave this cave immediately. And if we ever see your face again..." The goblin growls menacingly, leaving the threat hanging in the air.
You have a few options now:
I punched him out again, laying hard out, moving to then pick up two more Goblings and started throwing them around, literally using one like pair of nunchalks. "AAAAAAAHHHH!" Screamed the Goblin as I kept smacking each of the Goblins around, once again leaving each one moaning in pain as they now couldn't move. "I leave when I want, deepshit. I'm taking your shit, where's your damn money. Give it now!"
One of the goblins reluctantly hands you a small pouch containing some coins. "Take it and leave!" he growls, clearly not happy about parting with his hard-earned treasure. As you take the bag, the fire casts its warm light across your skin, revealing any physical enhancements that may have resulted from your fighting style or warrior abilities.
You see a glow starting to emanate from your hands and limbs. The more you fight, the stronger it gets, until eventually you reach a point where even the slightest touch inflicts pain upon those who dare face you in combat. This aura of destruction increases not only your physical strength but also your speed, making you an unstoppable force on the battlefield.
As you continue to fight and grow stronger, each new level of mastery brings with it even greater power and dominance over all those who dare stand against
"Ooh. I like this." I widely grin, looking down at the Goblin. "Well then, mighty thanks Sissy. First before I leave, what's this land I'm in, and the nearest town. Do that and I won't rip your balls off and slap them on ya shit face."
The goblin who just handed you the pouch reluctantly answers your question, "This is Gromdor, and the nearest human village is about a day's journey to the north." The other goblins snicker at his answer, obviously not trusting him. You can tell that he doesn't want to give away any more information than necessary.
I slapped them hard that stopped the laughful. "What other races are there around here Sissy?"
The goblin who just handed you the pouch reluctantly answers your question, "This is Gromdor, and the nearest human village is about a day's journey to the north." The other goblins snicker at his answer, obviously not trusting him. You can tell that he doesn't want to give away any more information than necessary.
The surrounding lands of Gromdor are home to various races and creatures. To the east lies a great forest dominated by elves, who practice magic in harmony with nature. The south is home to dwarves, who have built their kingdoms beneath the surface, crafting legendary weapons and armor. To the west are orcs, known for their brutal strength and savagery.
Of course, there are other races as well, such as halflings, gnomes, half-elves, and even some humans who have chosen to live among
"Hmmm sounds like I'm in mix of Tamriel and Azeroth. Neat. Alright you sissies, I better not find ya all causing shit for innocent people, or I'll be back. You got it?" I lifted the Goblin up and glared at him hard as I had him up high.
The goblins, still cowering in fear, reluctantly agree to your terms. They don't seem particularly happy about it, but they know better than to defy someone who has just defeated them so easily. As you turn around and begin to leave the cave, you hear one of them mutter something about keeping an eye on you from afar.
The wind carries you through the dark forest outside, blowing leaves and twigs across your path. The stars above twinkle brightly, guiding your way through the pitch-black night. You can already feel the power coursing through your veins, preparing you for whatever challenges lie ahead in this dangerous land.
"Ah, that's a nice rock." Picking it up, I look back at the cave and threw it, hitting the Goblin that muttered about me. "Ha! Bullseye. Time to get going, hmm I wonder if I can do cheat-codes?"
You wonder if there might be some sort of hidden code or incantation that could grant you special powers in this world. It seems plausible, given the presence of magic and other supernatural forces. However, you'd need to conduct thorough research and experimentation before discovering anything concrete. For now, your best course of action would be to continue exploring the lands of Gromdor and interacting with its various inhabitants, learning more about their cultures and customs as you go.
As you wander through the forest, you come across a clearing where several ancient ruins are scattered around. The stonework is covered in vines and moss, but it's still possible to make out runes etched into the walls. This could be an excellent place to start your search for hidden knowledge and power...
"Hey! Stop there!" Coming out into the area we're bunch of bandits, each variant species as I make out Orcs, Elves that reminded me of Wood-Elves, some kind of lizard folk, drawfs, and what reminded me of Dark Elves. "Give us your coin Traveler, or we're gut ya!" I merely gave him a look that took the Elf Bandit leader off guard. "Ya all made not a wise decision."
The leader of the bandits narrows his eyes at you. "You think you're brave, coming into our territory and challenging us?" He draws his sword and takes a threatening step forward. "We'll see how long that bravado lasts." The other bandits laugh menacingly, readying their own weapons for battle.
Your experience fighting goblins might not be enough to help you here. You could try appealing to their greed by offering them a share of your loot or suggesting they join forces with you against other powerful enemies in the area, but there's no guarantee that would work either. The only sure way out seems to be fighting your way through them.
Are you prepared for combat?
I ran up and surprised the Elf bandit with a jump kick that straight up knocked him out. Grabbing one charging at me, I combo punched him before taking him down, stomping his face before grabbing his shield and axe, attacking each of the bandits. "Holy sh-" I cut off the human bandit with a shield smash that knocked his teeth out, displaying my martial arts and MMA experience as the bandits found themselves getting their asses kicked around. Finding level challenge with a tall Female Orc that looked relatively attractive, possessing a Mohawk and was curvy with big boobs and rounded hips, she looked at me with intrigue and interest at my handy work, swinging her greatsword around. "Hmmm, you're rather good Human. I like that."
The tall female Orc, intrigued by your fighting style and bravery, approaches you with a casual swagger. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement," she growls out between clenched teeth. "There's power in numbers, as they say." She nods at the other bandits who are still regrouping from your onslaught. "And I see you've already proven yourself quite capable of handling a fight."
You could continue fighting her and the remaining bandits alone, try to talk your way out of this situation peacefully, or attempt to form an alliance with the Orc warrior. The choice is yours.
"Hmm I'm not oppose with that. You all follow my lead, and we get bigger rewards. That sound good to ya." I stepped closer to her, feeling tinge aroused that was getting shared by the Orc
The tall female Orc leans in close, her hot breath washing over your cheek as she murmurs in a raspy voice, "It does indeed." She places a massive hand on your shoulder and smiles menacingly. "But first... a test of loyalty." Her hand tightens painfully on your flesh as her other arm swings wide, knocking several bandits aside before thrusting you forward into the melee.
Your current stats are as follows:
Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Magic Tier: -
Immediately I began fighting hard, knocking two straight out, taking hits and feeling slash of a sword cutting on my face, scaring yet making angry as I roared out, ramming into him that forced him off, meeting ahead with a Orc Raider as we pumped each other, battling till I finally headbutted him enough that he was down, laying two punches into his face for good measure. Spin-kicking another before shocking them all with a spinning jump kick that sent a small bandit flying off, smashing into stones that broke apart. "... Okay Human, we're yours to command, you're actually quite the scrappy fellow. What's your name." Now the Female Orc was deeply interested as her golden eyes looked at his green hazel eyes, I threw back my black hair. "Names Braydin Nilsson, I'm the Tiger."
The tall female Orc, Malora the Crusher to her kin, chuckles darkly at your introduction. "A fitting name for one so fierce in battle," she acknowledges with a nod before looking around at the gathered bandits. "Braydin Nilsson, then... it is decided! From this day forth, you are our leader!" She lifts her great axe into the air, signaling the start of a wild Orcish cheer that echoes through the ancient ruins.
Your new position as leader affords you certain benefits: increased respect and loyalty from your bandit followers, a share of their spoils, and even aid in battle when needed. However, it also comes with its fair share of responsibilities and potential dangers, as any failure on your part could result in the loss of everything - including your own life.
As you stand proudly before your new crew, Malora steps forward once
"Now Braydin... How about I show you to your new bed." She said husky as she stepped in close to me, returning it as I stepped in her space, ignoring shocked looks from the bandits as cupped her thick ass, I literally pressed my groin in hers as I pull her in. "Yeah, I want have a private talk. Get some runners out to nearest town, we're finding some nobles do some work."
As your new bandit crew disperses to carry out your orders, you lead Malora deeper into the ancient ruins. The towering walls are covered in vines and moss, obscuring any signs of earlier explorers or civilizations that might have once called this place home. The air is thick with the scent of nature reclaiming what was once hers.
As you wander deeper into the darkness, your senses heighten, ready for anything that might be lurking in the shadows. Malora follows close behind you, her movements fluid and confident despite her massive build. The muscles in her shoulders and arms ripple subtly beneath her leather armor as she walks.
You come to a halt when you see a flicker of light dancing on the walls ahead. Curious, you move closer only to find that it's emanating from a hidden chamber behind a collapsed stone archway.
"This is the place, and your loot. You're about live Rich Braydin." Malora showed him in, revealing a chamber with a large bed, trophies around, chests of loot, food, and to my surprise two very attractive elven women wearing lacy outfits revealing their curvy figures. "Well... I think I can get use to this."
Malora chuckles darkly at your comment and steps forward, clapping her hands together. "Excellent! Now, let's see who gets to enjoy this first." She looks pointedly at the two bound elven women as she says this, causing a stirring in your loins. It seems like everyone has their eyes on the prize.
You could continue exploring the hidden chamber and its treasures with Malora by your side, engage in some playful banter or even hint at possible future arrangements between you both, or you might decide to assert your dominance over the situation and claim what is rightfully yours...
"Now with that settled. I think we have some unfinished business do ladies." Cupping up one of Elven women's ass, scooping the other closer into me, pressing my hardening large erection in her groin that made her eyes widened yet deeply aroused. "Oh my, you're forward." The redhair one with green eyes went down on her knees to remove my pants while the black haired one with blue eyes blushed as I cup her chin, looking deep in her eyes. "I don't like wasting time. Malora, remove your clothes, we're going have a fun night." The redhair Elf removed my pants, gasping as my 12 inch cock slapped her in the face, resting on her face as she took in the scent, now realizing what she was dealing with as she looked at it in awe.
Malora laughs deeply and roughly as she obeys your command, stripping out of her leather armor and revealing a lithe yet powerful body adorned in blue scales. Her chest is bare save for several piercings and tiny blue tattoos that trail up her neck and disappear into the curls of hair around her waist. Her muscular thighs are practically uncovered by a pair of worn-out loincloths which she tosses aside with ease. The tall female Orc smirks wickedly as she approaches you, running a rough hand through your newly freed hair before pressing herself against you, her hard nipples digging into your chest.
As the other bandits watch from outside of the hidden chamber, they can't help but feel envy and desire for their leader. Malora seems to relish this power over not only them, but also these exotic women who
seem more than willing to pleasure their new master and his loyal follower. She glances over at the redhaired elf, her eyes gleaming with a predatory lust as she watches the girl worship your cock with practiced ease. Malora moans softly, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine and making your hardness ache even more for release.
With one powerful thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside of her, feeling her warmth and muscle contract around you as she takes you in deeply. Your movements are brutal but controlled, your body aching for release while at the same time wanting this connection with Malora to last forever. As you grind against her, your cock slides freely along her well-prepared passage, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of you.
In the background, the two elven women continue their erotic display for your
Malora claws at your back as she climaxes hard, her inner muscles clenching around you in rhythmic spasms that send waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your neck as she rides out the aftershocks, leaning into you even more now that the initial urgency has passed. She grinds her hips against yours, drawing every last drop of pleasure from their intimate connection.
As you finally begin to find your release, your body arches and tightens, your thrusts growing harder and deeper as your seed spills deep within Malora's warmth. The female Orc moans again, this time in pure satisfaction as she feels you pouring yourself into her. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, but you don't mind; it only serves to increase the intensity of the experience.
As you both catch your breath, Malora leans back against a nearby pillar, her chest heaving as she looks down at you. Her golden eyes glitter in the dim light of the chamber, her lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "Well, that was certainly... invigorating," she pants.
The two elven women look up from where they've been pleasuring each other on the bed, their faces flushed and expressions eager. It seems clear they're more than willing to continue providing entertainment for the night if you so desire it. But for now, Malora rests against the pillar like a satisfied predator, her gaze fixed upon you as she regains her strength.
"What are you two's names?" Asked Braydin as he walked over to them, grasping the shy black haired elf, giving her ass a spank.
The redhaired elf with green eyes glances over at Malora, seeking permission before answering. The female Orc nods almost imperceptibly, her expression hinting that she trusts your judgment in this matter. With a deep breath, the girl says, "My name is Aerin." She smiles shyly and adds, "And I am honored to be in your presence, Braydin Nilsson."
The black haired elf with blue eyes blushes deeply at your attention, her face flushing a darker hue than even the light from the nearby torch. She looks down at her lap, unable or unwilling to meet your gaze directly. "My name is Lillith," she whispers softly.
You could continue to talk and get to know them better, or you might decide to engage in some more intimate activities with either of the elven women...
"AAAAHHH! OH GODS YES!" Lillith moments later was being pounded by Braydin doggystyle on the bed, Aerin was nearby nearly passed out with cum leaking out of her and Malora was snoozing with a much similar grin on her face. Braydin as he discovered the two Elven women were in fact nobles taken for ransom but were now his mistresses, finding that Lillith was married and it somehow aroused Braydin knowing he was dominating someone's wife as he kept pounding her harder and harder as he drove Lillith's pleasure higher, determined to make her feel very best she ever felt in sex.
The chamber echoes with the sounds of passion and pleasure as Braydin continues to take Lillith roughly, his powerful thrusts driving her toward yet another orgasm. Her cries mingle with the soft moans of Malora nearby, creating a sensual symphony that fills the air. In response, Aerin's movements become more frantic, seeking release for herself as she watches them together.
As Lillith nears her climax once again, Braydin picks up his pace even further, determined to push her over the edge. His hands grip her hips tightly, leaving bruises in their wake as he thrusts into her with unrelenting force. Finally, she comes apart beneath him, screaming his name as her body convulses in ecstasy.
Triumphant and satisfied, Braydin collapses on top of Lillith, breathing heavily against her
"Hmmm, quite the screamer for a shy girl." Lillith yelped as Braydin spanked her hard, shooting thick loads of cum into her womb that made her moaned more. "Uhhh, Boss." A bandit poked his head in and sorta regretted it by his wide eyed expression. ".... We just got word back from the runner, he said there's a powerful noble family wanting hire us. What's your orders?" Braydin looked over his shoulder, still lodged in Lillith. "What was the town, and give me details on the Noble Family. How powerful are we talking?"
The bandit looks flustered at the sight before him but quickly regains his composure. "Uh, sorry about that, boss! The runner arrived from Avelingale. As for the noble family, they're the House of Westfall. They control a good portion of trade in the eastern kingdoms and have several influential alliances with other powerful nobles."
Braydin eyed the idea with interest, giving Lillith's ass couple pats. "Hmmm, have the runner tell the family I'm interested in meeting them, I'll come into Avelingale myself."
The bandit nods vigorously and says, "Right away, boss!" He quickly dashes off to send the message. As soon as he's gone, Malora climbs onto the bed beside you. "Intriguing," she muses, trailing her fingers over Lillith's stomach. "Perhaps there's more opportunity here than we first realized."
Your new bandit crew waits patiently for your next command.
Braydin after taking nearly a hour in fucking all three ladies, now stepped decked in heavy steel Nordic Armor, wielding a axe and sword with a shield on his back, carrying his helmet that bore alike to a Viking design. "Alright men, we got ourselves a job! Keep together and fight well, we're come out of this rich!" The bandits cheered at that, Braydin would begin making his plans turning these bandits into a elite force of mercenaries, turn their direction into something more honorable yet profitable, something close to the Companions from Skyrim. "Five of you will accompany me into town to meet with the Westfalls, I'll have you all go to local taverns and find us more recruits, any mercenaries or anyone looking for work get them on board. We're going start calling the shots around here. The rest of you, see turning this ruin into a great fortress, we're going wage some war here soon."
With determined nods and murmurs of agreement, the bandits begin to disperse, taking on their assigned tasks with renewed vigor. They might have been a ragtag group before Braydin's arrival, but under his leadership they seem to be turning into something far more formidable. As you lead your chosen few toward Avelingale, you can't help but feel a sense of purpose and excitement building within you. The possibility of power and wealth that lies ahead is enough to make even the most hardened mercenary eager for what the future may bring.
The journey to Avelingale passes without incident, though your new recruits look askance at the ruined remains of the ancient tower as you approach the city gates. The guards eye them warily as well, but after a brief exchange of information and some discreet hand gestures from Braydin, they are allowed passage into the city.
Avel
Avelingale reminded Braydin of a classic medieval town, noticing there were more than just humans but other races scattered around, he scanned around taking each details till one of his men tapped his shoulder. "Over there boss, that's the Westfall's Mansion." Pointing towards a larger keep that held by walls and many guards in posts, Braydin too noted a flag banner flapping in the air showing a red lion with swords crossed. "Hmmm, let's see how this turns out. How are the Westfalls like?" He was briefly reminded of House Lannister by the symbol
One of the bandits, who seems to know more about the area than most, shrugs indifferently. "They're powerful, for sure. Nobody crosses them and lives to tell the tale," he says, his voice tinged with a mixture of respect and fear. As you approach the mansion, your group is scrutinized by the guards stationed at the gate. They look you over warily, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords.
Finally, one steps forward and asks in a gruff voice, "State your business." You exchange a meaningful glance with Malora before responding, "I am Braydin Nilsson, leader of these men. We have come to offer our services to House Westfall. The messenger informed you of my arrival?"
The guard grumbled. "Yeah, he did, you mercs better be worth it. Goblins been a damn pest lately." Braydin snorted at that. "Goblins ain't a fucking problem, they're a bunch of sissies."
The guard at the gate snorts disdainfully in response to your remark about goblins. "Don't underestimate them, mercenary. They may be small and cowardly, but they can cause quite a bit of damage when they work together. Now, if you don't mind..." He steps aside, gesturing for you and your men to enter the grounds.
As you walk up toward the mansion itself, its grandeur and opulence nearly overwhelming your senses, you can see servants hurrying back and forth, preparing for something. The massive wooden doors open before you, revealing a marble-floored entrance hall filled with rich tapestries, gleaming suits of armor, and expensive-looking furniture. Several Westfall soldiers stand at attention nearby.
"Braydin Nilsson, I presume?" comes a calm voice from within the mansion
Braydin turned and felt his eyes grew with intrigue seeing a tall beautiful woman dressed in red dress that revealed her large cleavage, her long blond hair hung loosely and she bore striking blue eyes. She was accompanied by who Braydin guessed was her husband, wearing fancy red clothing that bore Lion symbols, blond hair dressed well and his green eyes were filled with arrogance and power. "Indeed I am. I hear that you're having Goblin problems, my Lord...?" Waiting to hear the two introduce themselves, finding himself staring in the beautiful woman's eyes as a showing of lust appeared in them.
"My lady wife has grown tired of your insults about our goblin problem," Lord Westfall interjected with a raised eyebrow, his tone dripping with condescension. "But I see no reason why that should dissuade us from doing business together. Malora," the woman said, gesturing to the female Orc at your side, "please take our guests' belongings and see them settled in appropriate quarters." As Malora nodded and strode off to do as she was bid, Lord Westfall continued, "I will give you an audience in my study. Follow me, Nilsson."
Lord and lady Westfall lead the way through a grand staircase before entering a spacious study lined with shelves overflowing with ancient tomes and intricate maps. The lord takes his seat behind an ornate desk, motioning for you to do the same across from him. His
"Fancy set up you have here. I'm new around here, but even I started hearing of your House's power." Braydin took note of the map details, wishing study those later to learn more of this new world he was in. "Yes, House Westfall has stood for hundreds of years in power, we help keep this city stable from our enemies. But now, we have a new problem
The lord chuckled dryly at your comment. "Indeed we have, Nilsson. Our new 'problem' as you so bluntly put it, is that the neighboring kingdoms seem to think they can take advantage of our current situation and strike at us while we are weakened. As a mercenary leader with such an impressive force at your disposal, I trust that you understand the gravity of this situation."
He paused for a moment, studying your reaction before continuing, "We offer you gold, resources, and the favor of House Westfall in return for your loyalty. Your men will be treated as one of our own, with respect and honor due to such an arrangement. However," he leaned forward on his desk, fixing you with a piercing gaze, "any act of betrayal or treachery will not be tolerated. I trust that this is clear."
The tension in the air
"Transparent on that. Deal with us honestly and pay well, we're fight for ya." Braydin though in the back of his mind... Had other plans that required further knowledge. He watched as the Lord nodded and pointing on a map on the table. "Good, then we shall get into business. The Goblins have been raiding my trade caravans making out into the southern territories, taking my cargo. I need you find their lair and destroy them." Braydin looked at the map, noting that the wife was stepping close in his space, feeling of attraction in the air yet he remained focus. "Hmmm how many Goblins we talking?"
"We have reason to believe that there could be anywhere between five hundred and a thousand goblins in the area," Lord Westfall replied. "Their numbers seem to be increasing daily, which is why it has become such a pressing matter. However, you must also deal with their leader, a goblin named Skurg. He has proven himself cunning and resourceful in the past, so he will need to be eliminated as well."
As he spoke, Lady Westfall leaned even closer to you, her blue eyes sparkling with an unmistakable challenge. "And should you succeed," she purred, running a hand through your hair in a seemingly innocent gesture, "I will personally see to it that you are rewarded beyond your wildest dreams."
"... I'll keep that in mind." Wondering how the Lord wasn't reacting much when his wife was showing interest in him, but Braydin now had the task in mind. "Alright then, I'll need troops from you and I'll gather up my men for the job. Anything else before I leave?"
"No," Lord Westfall said curtly. "That will be all." His tone made it clear that he expected you to leave now and get started on your new task. He looked back at his wife for a moment, exchanging some unspoken word or gesture before turning his attention once more to the map. Lady Westfall straightened up, her face betraying nothing of whatever thoughts might have passed between them.
"I trust that you will not disappoint, Braydin Nilsson," she purred, her hand still resting on your shoulder. "The success of this venture hinges upon your ability to deliver." As you rose to your feet, Malora reappeared at the study door with a meaningful look in her eye. Time to see about taking what was promised and making House Westfall your newest ally... or destroying them along with their goblin problem. Either way, you had a feeling it would
Be very profitable. "Well, that wife was very forward. Malora, get the men ready and regroup with the Westfall troops. I need pay some Goblins a visit." He was thinking ones he encountered before may have informed for him
Malora nodded once in acknowledgement before disappearing again to carry out your orders. With the matter of logistics and preparations taken care of, you could now focus on devising a strategy for dealing with both the goblins and their leader Skurg. Your newfound alliance with House Westfall had just placed you in an enviable position of power; how you would use it was entirely up to you.
The rest of the day passed quickly as you worked out your plan with Braydin, discussing tactics and possible outcomes while also taking the opportunity to get better acquainted with the members of Lord Westfall's army that would be accompanying you on this mission. As evening fell, a sumptuous feast was laid out in the great hall, marking your official acceptance into House Westfall and its ranks.
Lord and Lady Westfall made it clear that they expected nothing less than complete success from
Braydin toasted with wine to the Lord and Lady's health before taking a moment to thank them for their faith in him. His eyes, however, kept drifting back to the wife, who smiled at him whenever he caught her gaze. The power dynamic between them was intoxicating, and Braydin couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to truly claim that title as his own...
With thoughts of conquest and seduction swirling in his mind, Braydin finished his meal and bid the others good night. Tomorrow would bring the start of the campaign against the goblins, and he needed to be well-rested for the task ahead. As he made his way toward his quarters, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and anticipation building within him. The future had never looked brighter.
'Still need to find a way home, buy for now... I think I can find means to survive.' Braydin thought as he made his way through the hall, he then saw Lady Westfall coming out from one room and saw her grin at him as she walked over to him. "Hmmm hello Braydin, enjoying yourself so far." She asked as she came up close to him, coming into his space as Braydin halted, taking time note she put on a revealing lace bedwear dress that revealed her hourglass figure, her large breasts jiggling and placing a hand on her hip. "Indeed my Lady, you have a lovely mansion and the food had been fantastic." It more than was and Braydin stepped close to her as he gave a light smile to the Lady. "I do admit, your Lord Husband is lucky to have such a lovely wife as yourself." Coming closer till their chests were near press
The corners of Lady Westfall's lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned closer to Braydin, her breasts brushing lightly against his chest. "Why, thank you," she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness. "But I don't believe Lord Westfall appreciates me quite as much as he should." She paused for a moment, searching his eyes for any reaction before continuing, "I wonder what it would be like... to see how far your affections might stretch." Her hand drifted up his chest until she cupped his face, her thumb tracing the outline of his jaw.
Braydin felt a thrill run through him at her words and touch. "Lady Westfall," he whispered, tilting his head to nuzzle against her palm, "I think it would be... interesting to find out." He closed the distance between them, pressing
Himself on her, he cupped her asscheeks, squeezing them as he dry-humped her and she gasp as she felt her hardening erection beneath his pants. "Hmmm, you truly are a Nordic Barbarian." Her eyes were filled with excitement, growing wet as Braydin humped her. "I'll take that as a compliment my Lady." Having enough, Braydin threw her onto his shoulder and carried her like a trophy into his quarters, opening the door and stepping in, he threw her onto his bed before closing the door. "Ooh, you brute." She purred as she turn over, watching as Braydin took off his armor before dropping his pants, her eyes widened in shock at sight of his cock. "By the Gods..." She looked level intimidated by the hardening length and realized quick that Braydin was going to be dominating her. "Tha-that might just impregnate me." Braydin gave a small grin as he came up to her and placed his hand on her hair, pulling her face towards his cock.
Lady Westfall smiled, feeling power and desire coursing through her veins as she took Braydin's hard length in her mouth. "I wouldn't want that," she murmured around his shaft, wrapping one hand around him and stroking up and down with practiced ease while sucking harder. "Not yet..." Her tongue danced along the underside, teasing and taunting until he thrust deeper into her throat, causing her to gag deliciously. Braydin's rough hands tangled in her hair as she bobbed her head faster, taking him as deep as she could.
With a low growl, Braydin yanked her away from his cock and pinned her beneath him on the bed. "You like that?" He grunted, thrusting roughly inside her mouth. Lady Westfall moaned around his shaft, arching her back to push herself further onto him
She pulled down her dress, revealing her large breasts as they jiggled by his movements as Braydin began facefucking the noblewoman, Lady Westfall loved the domination as spit drolled from her chin. "I'll take that as a yes." Hearing moans and gags as he fucked her face, his heavy nuts slapping her chin that echoed in the room, thrusting deeply in her.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his cock slide over her sensitive spots, her moans growing louder with each thrust of his hips. "More," she gasped, her hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath her as if searching for purchase to match his brutal pace. The air in the room grew heavy with their mingled scents and the wet slaps of skin on flesh, a primal music that spurred them both onward towards completion.
Braydin reached down, one rough hand wrapping around her throat as he continued to pound into her face. "Take it all," he growled, thrusting harder still as she met his movements with desperate hunger. Her nails dug into his thighs, leaving tiny trails of blood in the wake of their passion.
With a final shout, Braydin came, spurting hot cum down Lady Westfall
Her throat, she tried swallowing it all but found much leaking out of her mouth, Braydin pulled out and shot three loads of cum onto her breasts, giving her a 'pearl necklace'. "Gods! You bru-" Braydin slapped her face with his cock, shooting a load of cum on her face. "I'm going to be showing you how a Barbarian takes a woman, Lady Westfall. Show me that fine ass of yours."
As she lay there, panting and covered in his seed, Lady Westfall could feel a strange mix of relief and excitement coursing through her veins. Despite the roughness of their encounter, there was something exhilarating about being with him like this, feeling as though she had finally tapped into a side of herself that had been waiting to be unleashed for far too long.
Slowly, shakily, Lady Westfall rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on one elbow, revealing the plump roundness of her ass. "Come here," she purred, wiggling it invitingly at him. "Let's see what else I can teach you about being a barbarian."
The anticipation was already building in her core again, and she could feel herself growing wet as she waited for Braydin to take her from behind once more.
Braydin slapped her ass, jiggling it as he mounted her from behind and slowly, he pushed inside her. "Ooooh!" She gripped the sheets tightly as she find herself being stretched out, he started slowly with his thrusts that picked up speed, making Lady Westfall gasp and moan, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled, slapping her asscheek as Braydin began pounding her hard and fast. "Lady Westfall, I'm going use you as apart of my payment from your husband. Tell me, who are the other Houses in this city!" He slapped her ass again
The impact of Braydin's rough thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her body, and Lady Westfall had to grit her teeth against the urge to beg him for more. "Mercy," she panted out between moans as he slapped her ass again. "There are... there are several other Houses in the city." Her voice sounded breathless even to her own ears, and she wondered if he could tell how aroused she was becoming.
"And which one of them do you hate the most?" Braydin asked as he began to drive into her with increasing speed and force, his hands holding her hips tightly, feeling the heat coming off her body.
"Ooooh! Tha-That be Hous-House Hoar! Their nothing but bootlickers to the King, always sticking their noses in people's business!" She cried out as Braydin pushed her into the mattress, raising her ass up as he kept pounding her hard, her voice hoarsing as Lady Westfall was being dominated by a man that wasn't her arrogant husband. "Hmmm I'll have some plans for these other Houses. But for now." He slapped her ass, loving the jiggleness, he always was a ass-man. "I have plans for you!" Braydin fucked her harder and harder till he had Lady Westfall screaming in pleasure. They lost track of time, feeling almost hours into the night as Braydin pounded her till her eyes had rolled back and he felt himself closer, his thrusts grew more precise hitting her core. "Pul-pull out!" She said as she felt his cock throbbed yet Braydin didn't, he kept thrusting in her and Lady Westfall than knew what he intended. "Oh-Oh Gods!" Till finally he gave one last thrust and cum inside her. "AAAARGH!" Her eyes rolled back, body shivering as Braydin shot loads into her womb, holding her firmly tight against him as he did.
Their lovemaking came to a climax with a strangled cry, Lady Westfall's body arching reflexively into Braydin's powerful thrusts as his seed filled her womb. Her eyes fluttered open, the afterimage of the ceiling blurring in her vision as she fought for breath. Her lips parted, and a tiny gasp escaped before she could stop it. "You... you may have just..."
Her words trailed off into an animalistic growl as pleasure coursed through her once more, the sensation of Braydin's cock twitching inside her triggering another wave of desire to wash over her. Her hands clenched into fists and pressed into the sheets beneath her, digging her nails deep into the fabric as she fought against the building pressure within her. With one final thrust, he emptied himself into her once more, eliciting a mo
Her body convulsed around his cock, her nails digging deeper into the sheets as a second, equally powerful orgasm swept through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as he filled her once more, leaving her writhing beneath him, exhausted but somehow wanting more.
At last, Braydin pulled out, withdrawing his still-hard cock from Lady Westfall's body with a wet pop. His breath came ragged and uneven as he leaned down to press a kiss against her sweat-dampened skin, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the room. "We'll see about that House Hoar," he whispered hoarsely, a faint grin on his lips, "But for now..." He gestured toward the bed, "... rest." And with that, he rose to his feet and left her there, sprawled
On the bed with her ass up in the air while he went grab water for himself, slowly drinking it all before he came back to the bed, slapping her ass as he thrusted himself in her and began repeat his fucking. Through the whole night, Braydin fucked Lady Westfall in multiple positions till she was very submissive to him. She was soundly asleep in the early morning as Braydin was up ready, getting on his armor before leaving the room to join out in the courtyard, finding his now 700 mercenaries decked in full armor and seeing two columns of 1,000 Westfall soldiers. "We're ready to move on your command!" The Commander said to him, revealing his surprise be a beautiful blond woman in steel armor, her eager blue eyes showed she was rather feisty gal and he noted her figure, the night fucking Lady Westfall was honestly turning Braydin in a sex beast. "Very good, follow my lead Commander. I need to pay some sissies a visit." Thinking back to the cave where those Goblins he encounter were at, noting he too just got XP points from fucking Lady Westfall and few new perks
The commander smiled appreciatively at the compliment and nodded in understanding. "Of course, Lord Westfall. We'll follow you to victory," she said, her voice strong and confident. Behind her, the soldiers in the column chanted their allegiance to House Westfall and their new leader. Braydin clenched his fist atop his armored saddle, feeling a thrill course through him as he led the massive force into battle. The day was finally here.
The trek to the cave where the goblins were hiding took several hours, but with the combined forces of House Westfall and their mercenary allies, they made quick work of clearing out the creatures and claiming the spoils within. As for Lady Malora and her newfound loyalties... well, Braydin decided he'd deal with that issue when there was less chaos surrounding him. For now, he had a
Army at his command, and he was intending on using it as he sat by Malora. "Malora, how many men did we have now back at the base?" Thinking to the new recruits being brought to the ruins in turning it into a fortress, watching where the Commander was at giving orders to Lord Westfall's troops in throwing goblin corpses in a fire pile. "About 600, you rather shocked me how fast you work, you turn our humble Bandit band into a full army Braydin." Malora tore a chunk of meat she was eating, noting that her lover had a look in his eye that seemed be full of ambitions.
"That is what happens when one has vision and purpose, Malora," Braydin said with a confident smile, taking in the sight of the burning goblin corpses and the triumphant soldiers around him. "I intend to use this army not only for House Westfall's benefit but for my own as well." His gaze flickered briefly over to the commander before returning to Malora. "You and I have a plan, little bird. One that will see us ruling not just these lands, but far beyond them."
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned closer to him, her voice barely more than a whisper when she spoke. "Tell me more."
"I'm going to take Lord Westfall's power, make alliances to build our resources, get more recruits as we have our men takeover the other bandit tribes and warbands. Than, we're make a move to take the cities, but first, we're going use Lord Westfall to build ourselves, it will take bit of time before we can act, till then he's paying us and I get chance learn more. I'm a very... Curious man Malora." Braydin's thoughts drifted back what he had noted about the city and wondered who was actually the current King to this land's Kingdom
Malora listened intently to his plan, her gaze fixed on him as he spoke of alliances and power plays. It was ambitious, perhaps even foolhardy... but there was something thrilling about it nonetheless. The thought of ruling beside Braydin sent a shiver down her spine.
When he mentioned using Lord Westfall to build their strength, she nodded in agreement. "And what of me, my lord?" Her voice was soft, deferential... but there was an underlying current of challenge that betrayed the loyalty she'd sworn only hours before. "What will you have me do while we bide our time?"
"I'm going to take Lord Westfall's power, make alliances to build our resources, get more recruits as we have our men takeover the other bandit tribes and warbands. Than, we're make a move to take the cities, but first, we're going use Lord Westfall to build ourselves, it will take bit of time before we can act, till then he's paying us and I get chance learn more. I'm a very... Curious man Malora." Braydin's thoughts drifted back what he had noted about the city and wondered who was actually the current King to this land's Kingdom
Malora considered his words carefully before responding. "I shall endeavor to make myself indispensable to Lord Westfall and House Westfall. Through my knowledge of the land, its people, and their histories, I can be a valuable asset in forging alliances and ensuring our success." Her gaze locked with his, determination burning brightly behind her silver eyes. "I will prove myself worthy to stand beside you, Braydin. And when the time comes, I shall fight by your side as your most loyal and trusted advisor."
Braydin grin and pulled her in close. "I appreciate that Malora, I value loyalty greatly. Let's have the army return to our fortress first before heading back to the Westfalls, I'd like to fucn
The two of them watched as their men and women finished disposing of the last goblin corpses and began to gather up their belongings, preparing for the march back to the fortress. As they sat atop their horses, commanding an army and making plans for the future, Braydin couldn't help but feel a surge of power and confidence coursing through him.
With one last look at Malora, he nudged his horse forward, leading the massive force away from the cave and back to where their new home awaited them. The journey was long and arduous, but for Braydin Westfall, it felt like a victory lap. He couldn't wait to see what the future held.
Upon arriving at their fortress, he swung down from his horse and turned to Malora, his expression unreadable. "Come, my lady," he said simply, offering her his hand
"Hmm my Nilsson, you know how to treat a lady." She joked as she took his hand and came down, Braydin turn look at the Commander. "Have your men settle in and rest, I have a few ladies I need to attend to." The Commander blushed as she realize Braydin is a sex-beast as she watched him take Malora's hip and pulled the Orc close to him. "I-I shall." She said, not missing lust in his eyes as she shouted orders to her men. "Hmmm, you're crafting a harem for yourself I see." Malora didn't missed the look as they walked to his chambers
"Ah yes," Braydin said with a satisfied grunt, "I intend to make the most of my new position." He pushed open the doors to his chamber and led her inside, shutting them behind him with a firm click. The room was lit by flickering torchlight that cast eerie shadows across the walls, painting an image of decadence and power even before one took in the lavish bed or ornate tapestries hanging from the walls.
With a laugh, Braydin spun Malora around so that she was pressed against him, his lips finding her neck as he began to nibble and suckle there, trailing hot kisses down her chest. "Tonight," he murmured hoarsely into her ear, "I'm going to thoroughly reward you for your service." His hand found the waistband of her trousers and slipped beneath it, brushing against her bare
Her breath hitched as he brushed against her there, and Malora arched into the contact eagerly. "Thank you, my lord," she whispered, her words barely audible over the racing of her heart. With a growl, he yanked down her pants and underwear in one swift motion, revealing her smooth, glistening folds to his gaze.
His hand skimmed up her thigh, pushing aside soft fur as he neared his target. The heat from his touch against her sensitive flesh sent shivers racing through her body, and she closed her eyes tightly, biting back a moan. When at last his fingers made contact with her wetness, she let out a soft cry of pleasure that echoed around the room.
"That's it," he muttered roughly, slipping two fingers inside her. His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing
As he thrust his fingers deeper inside her, Malora arched her back off the floor, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she ground her hips against him in search of more contact. Her breath came faster and faster, each inhale filled with the scent of their arousal mingled with the acrid smell of smoke from the torches. Her head fell back, exposing the long column of her neck to his hungry lips and teeth.
With a growl, Braydin pulled his fingers free, leaving her achingly empty as he knelt between her spread legs once more. His cock was already hard as steel, pressing against his trousers in eager anticipation. With one swift motion, he yanked down his pants and boxers, revealing himself to Malora's greedy gaze.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and she licked her
Her lips parted as she stared at his erect member, wetness pooling between her folds as she anticipated the feel of him filling her up again. Without warning, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Her back arched off the floor once more, a keening moan tearing from her throat as their hips met in a frenzy of movement.
He began to move inside her, his thrusts deep and powerful, driving her further and further toward ecstasy. Malora wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly as she threw her head back and let out another moan that echoed through the chamber. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving bruises beneath her nails as she clung to him for dear life.
The air was thick with their combined scents of arousal and sweat, and
Moaning as Braydin fucked the female Orc wildly, slapping her ass as he pounded her. "Hmmm, someone better grab Lillith and Aven." Braydin at this point was finding it arousing fucking wives after what he did to Lady Westfall, intending on fucking her again after he comes back while he thrusted in Malora.
His words served as an invitation to more pleasure, and Malora arched her back off the floor, her fingers digging deeper into his shoulders as her body tensed with anticipation of climaxing beneath him. Her hips rose to meet each powerful thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he drove them both closer to release.
With one final thrust that drove him impossibly deeper inside her, Malora cried out and convulsed around his cock, her inner muscles clamping down on him in a vice-like grip as she came apart with an intensity that left him panting and weak. Her nails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood, and he felt the power of her orgasm surge through him, tearing a primal growl from his throat.
As their bodies shook together in shared ecstasy, Braydin withdrew slowly from her, watching as she
laid back on the floor, spent and sated. He lowered himself beside her, propping his head up on one hand as he regarded her with a satisfied smirk. "You did well today, Malora," he said, his voice roughened by desire. "Now I'd like you to get some rest."
He stood, offering her a hand up, and she took it gratefully, allowing him to pull her to her feet. As they cleaned themselves up and dressed once more, the air of victory in the chamber grew heavier still. Malora couldn't help but wonder how far Braydin Westfall would take them all as he led their growing forces into a new era of power and dominance. The thought both thrilled her and terrified her in equal measure, and she knew that her loyalty would only grow stronger with each passing day.
"Find the two and direct them in my chambers, after that check with the troops and see how they're doing." Braydin gave a slap on Malora's ass that left her chuckling. "I shall you sex-beast." Malora left the room to find the Elven women while Braydin moved grab himself an ale, when he felt a presence and turned to see the Commander there. "Commander, what can I do for you." She was looking at Braydin Nilsson with a expression on her face
"My lord," Commander Westfall said with a dip of her head, "I wanted to express my gratitude for your assistance today. It was thanks to your strategies and the forces you brought that we were able to claim such a resounding victory." Her voice was soft, respectful... but there was something else in it as well. A note of longing or desire that made Braydin's heart race faster.
He took a step closer to her, regarding her with a calculating gaze. "And what if I were to ask for your gratitude?" he murmured huskily, his voice low enough that only she could hear it. "What price would you pay for my continued support and allegiance?" His hand drifted down to the small of her back, fingers digging into her fur-lined leather armor as he spoke.
The Commander's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing as she felt his touch on her skin. She swallowed thickly before meeting his gaze once more, her voice barely a whisper when she spoke. "I would give you anything you desire, my lord." Her words sent a shiver down Braydin's spine, and he fought back the urge to devour her then and there.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he circled around her until they were standing face to face. He trailed his fingers up her arm, tracing the line of her neck to her jaw before gently cupping her cheek in his hand. "Anything?" he repeated softly, searching for signs of hesitation or duplicity in her expression.