Pulling out of the warmth of her vagina, I slid down the bed until I was able to suck one then the other thick gray nipple into my mouth and knead and suck. Grabbing each breast I squeezed her fat flesh until her milk sprayed to the back of my mouth.
"Oh aye!" She moaned lustily as she sighed and inhaled, and then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed against me letting me know she wanted back on top.
Flipping over, she quickly mounted my dick and started rocking furiously as her breasts swung pendulously. Catching them I squeezed until she was squirting milk across my chest as I made little thrusts inside her womb.
"Oh aye," She wailed, "Oh aye!"
Her pace increased until she gasped a long guttural moan and smashed her pussy down, plunging my dick as deep inside her as she could force it to go. Her whole body felt like molten lava! I was disintegrating inside her as she squeezed my dick so hard I was beginning to fear being damaged. Her pussy undulated around my girth and I hit my limit! I couldn't hold back any longer and started blasting cum inside Birdette's depths like I was a fire hydrant trying to put out her fire!
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"What are ye doing today," Birdette asked the next morning as she handed me a satchel with bread, cheese, and a skin full of mead.
"Pinkerpie Glimmergem's caravan was supposed to have shown up two weeks ago," I answered, "Oilfist has quested me with tracking them down and render aid if I can. Otherwise, I'm to return and report what I find."
"Well," Birdette replied with a shake of her head, "Then I better prepare more for ye to eat than a single day's rations."
It was mid-morning when I finally kissed Birdette goodbye and set out to the east toward Stonewrought Pass. Overseer Oilfist gave me a nod as he and Master Burninate talked in front of his smithy. I returned their nod with one of my own and pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders. One thing I knew better than most was that once I left Thorium Point no Dark Iron I met would be a friend.
When I was out of sight of the watchmen, I left the main road early and headed down the mountain. The Searing Gorge was aptly named. It was a severe landscape of black and gray. There was the perpetual smell of ash, and every living thing still in this burned-out husk of a land was scarred or mutated by flame.
The Dark Irons and their golems were dangerous, but they weren't the only things in this land that could kill me rather easily. There were fire elementals roaming free everywhere, Twilight Cultist to the west, and Searing Lava spiders everywhere else.
It was a three-hundred-and-fifty-mile walk from Thorium Point to Stonewrought Pass over a good road. With good weather that was thirty-five days of travel round trip. Cutting across the mountains as I was, I covered only ten miles before it was dark.
It was on my fourteenth day that I stumbled across the tracks of a large cat. I couldn't remember any big cats inhabiting the Searing Gorge in the game so I started tracking it.
Following its movements for three days, I finally found its lair. It was a small cave. Prowling closer, I hid behind large rocks and burned-out trunks of trees until I caught sight of the beast. It was like nothing I ever saw. In the game or either world I have lived in. It was a massive lion, as black as pitch, and with a flaming mane the same as the Dark Irons' enchanted, red-tipped, smoldering hair.
As I watched it my mind started to wander. Not like I was daydreaming, but rather I could swear that I could feel the lion's hunger, and deeper down a profound loneliness. It was the only one of its kind, and all alone. He was young, having just reached his full maturity, and more than anything he wished for a companion.
Before I knew what happened I came to my senses and my hand was held out and beneath my palm was the lion's head. Looking into its glowing yellow and red eyes that reminded me so much of Birdette, I understood that it wanted this as much as I did. Nodding my head in understanding I said, "You need a name then. From now on your name is Coleson."
Afterward, I laughed at my play on words and decided to explain the joke to him, "It's because you are as black as coal. So, you are the son of coal."
Coleson cocked his head at me and I sighed knowing I sounded like an idiot. Pulling out some of the meat Birdette prepared for me I fed him. When he was done he licked the oils from my hand and then we left his lonely little cave behind. With Coleson as my pet, we ventured out of the mountains and began hunting Searing Lava spiders as we headed east. I didn't much like the idea of eating spider guts, but Coleson loved it.
Twelve more days passed before I came upon wagon wheel tracks leading north into the mountains. Thinking it could be the missing caravan, I turned to follow the tracks. Coleson and I walked ten miles before we came upon the wagons. Boxes were busted open. Clothes, fabrics, and tarps were strewn across the ground. If there were weapons and food then they were also missing along with Pinkerpie herself.
I was surprised that there was no blood. Which was good, I thought. It should have meant that whoever robbed Pinkerpie kept her and her people alive. However, a little while later, I found the bodies. They were dragged off and deposited in a crag behind a boulder. Actually, Coleson found them. A human, a troll, and a goblin. All male. None of them looked like mercenaries, so they must have been employees. This didn't bode well for Pinkerpie and any female employees she might have. Killing the men but keeping the women alive meant they had specific reasons to do so.
Speeding up my pace, Coleson and I trotted up the road dashing from outcropping to outcropping and taking cover in good vantage points. Looking Coleson in the eyes, we connected and I held in my mind what I wanted him to do. He responded by licking me, shaking his mane, and then trotting off to the other side of the road and shadowing me.
When I finally came upon the camp I hissed under my breath. It was as I feared. There were four poles erected. From the top of each were leather straps except for one. From that pole dangled chains. Attached to the leather straps and chains were shackles that bound the hands of the women. One was a human, the shackles connected to the chains were for an orc, and the last two bound a troll and goblin. They all had their clothes shredded. Only scraps remained. They stood or slumped in complete nudity with their hands above their heads in complete defencelessness.
Foam frothed at the human woman's mouth and she had a vacant stare that looked off into nothingness as a male orc laughed as he pulled her hips back and thrust his dick inside her vagina with abandon. She was also the dirtiest of the four, and the most pregnant. The troll was next, drool dribbled from her bottom lip onto her chest and ran down between large breasts to a large round belly that was only slightly smaller than the human woman's. The orc woman snatched at her bonds and snarled obscenities as a human male used a horsewhip to lash her back, buttocks, and thighs until he left her green skin bleeding from welts on top of welts. She was reduced to a wailing mess hanging limply from her shackles from fatigue and shuddering from shock. Her belly was also swollen with pregnancy, but she looked like she was just in the first months of her pregnancy.
The goblin was the last of the females. It had to be Pinkerpie. She wore the most of the four women. She was dirty like the others. Her dress was sweat and blood-stained, but it looked like it had once been blue. Over the bodice, she wore the remnants of a leather cuirass. Below the cuirass, from her natural waist down the dress was cut away exposing wide hips that were broader than her shoulders and a thick behind that rivaled the human woman's buttocks in thickness and well-rounded perfection. Her skin was a deep healthy green and her short pixie-styled hair was blue. Another dirty-looking human man approached Pinkerpie as she struggled against her bonds. Kicking at him as best she could before he finally forced himself upon her.
It hurt my heart to witness, and I almost lined up a shot to put a bullet in his heart, but I needed to know how many were in this gang. Moving from one boulder to another I tried to close my ears so that I wouldn't hear Pinkerpie's screams or the orcs crying as I searched the camp for the rest of the gang.
It took the rest of the day to scout the area. There were three ramshackle huts. One housing the men, one storing the goods they've stolen, and the last was the leader's dwelling. As I analyzed the group I started making some assumptions based on how I would lead this gang if I were the boss. The first conclusion I came to was that if I was the leader I would get any new female first. Then once I grew tired of her I'd give her to the men.
My assumption was proved true by the complete absence of the boss taking advantage of the women shackled to the poles through the day and evening. The fact that Pinkerpie, who has been missing only a couple of weeks, was already given to the men could mean only two things, the boss either didn't care for goblin women or he already had another woman. Finishing my reconnescense, I determined there were ten men including the bandit leader, and there were four possibly five hostage women.
I didn't see Coleson, but I knew he was nearby, ready to pounce once I gave the signal. It was a long wait for nightfall, to pass the time I checked my gear. I had five prepared grenades. An invention I had worked out with Master Burninate, that he was calling Wildfire Bombs. My swords were on my hips alongside two pistols. The blunderbuss had been around for years as well as rifles. Mostly used by dwarves and was gaining in popularity with humans, from what I heard. But my pistols were special. Mine were the first-ever repeaters with magazines that held sixteen bullets each. In addition, I coated each bullet with snake venom so that if my shot didn't kill the poison would. The last things I checked were my traps. I had three that I manufactured myself. I dubbed them Steel Traps, and they were a wicked variation of a standard bear trap from Earth. Once they were set, anyone unfortunate enough to spring it would have his or her leg broken, the serrations would bleed profusely, and the victim wouldn't be able to disengage the trap by themselves.
