Brown Dust 2: the Iron Moan-Arch

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and are no true reflection of the characters, video games, settings etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Brown Dust 2 or any of its characters.

Starring: Iron Monarch Wilhelmina (Brown Dust 2)

Brown Dust 2: The Iron Moan-arch

An erotic video game fan-fiction story.

Written by DaxG2001

Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal.

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"Begone! Get out of my sight!"

With a rude snap and the tap of her shining, metal rapier weapon on the floor of the Tavern, the beautiful and curvaceous Queen of Beirun, the Iron Monarch, Wilhelmina sent the young man scurrying away as she glared. The stacked blonde with long hair down to her thick hips was clad in a regal but form-fitted attire of primarily a skin-tight blue bodysuit that hugged her juicy, massive ass with thigh-high heeled boots just underneath. A white with gold buttoned and trip top covered her equally huge and rounded breasts, and she wore long white gloves along with a short cape of white with black spots and lavish bows on the shoulders of blue and white. Her beautiful face currently had a less than pleased expression as if being in a lowly, commoner Tavern like this was beneath her.

"The nerve of these peasants..." Wilhelmina shook her head as her golden hair swayed slightly. "Have they never seen royalty before? Even if I come from another land..." She lamented to herself with a sign. "How long will this so-called 'leader' of that rag-tag group take?? They said 'wait at the Tavern'... There can't possibly be too many of these places in a lowly land like this, surely!" She rather arrogantly said as she stood in the corner of the room. A clear aura of intimidation kept the rest of the patrons away from her and an uncomfortable feeling in the building. "It's quite disgraceful... Making a Queen wait to be 'hired'... I should just march out with my own army and deal with this Warlock business myself! Rather than..." She began to rant even if it wasn't directed at anyone in particular despite how many were in the room.

However, her words stopped when the door into the Tavern opened up and she locked onto a sight that instantly gained her attention. A far more muscular, taller and noticeably handsome man to the rest of the peasants here. One with slight scars on his powerful arms, shown off by the rather plain, brown-coloured clothing of a short-sleeved thick top and long pants to match, with a satchel rested on his hip with shoulder strap with the metal sword and shield on his back of a Warrior.

"Ah... You're this Queen that I've been hearing about..." The man began to smile and with an air of confidence immediately walked right over to where the blonde stood. "Wilhelmina, is it? The one who has been making all my friends really uncomfortable by refusing to leave here?"

"Excuse me? Even if you appear to be a Warrior of some higher status compared to most of the peasants here..." Wilhelmina noted as she cast an eye over the very impressive form. "You will address the Queen of Beirun in the proper manner!" She arrogantly said. "And I am simply waiting for these 'companions' to arrive for an important quest, that's all!" She added but didn't deny the fact she wasn't making herself much of a welcome guest either.

"Heh... My apologies, your Majesty..." He pandered to her ego but still grinned as he looked her over. "It's not every day we get some real royalty around here! Especially from another land..." He raised a hand to point a thumb at himself. "The name's Dirk. Resident Mercenary, town defender and all-around pride of the town! Sometimes not even for the right amount of coin!"

"Ah! A cut above the usual lot, are you?" She raised an eyebrow but with a more interested tone now. "You might be exactly what I'm looking for... Being stuck here in this ghastly place is unbefitting of the Iron Monarch." She claimed and raised her weapon to use it to point at the built man. "You shall accompany me and we will put an end to this Warlock nonsense so I can return to my Kingdom as quickly as possible!"

"Oh? Well, that's an interesting offer, my Royal Highness..." Dirk spoke with an amused tone, unfazed by her strong attitude and intimidating presence. "But what's in it for me?"

"W-What do you mean, what's in it for you?" Caught off guard by him not just agreeing right away, Wilhelmina glared at the Warrior. "Being in the service of the Queen of Beirun should be an honour for any man! Peasant, Lord or otherwise!"

"Maybe back in your home, it is! But around here, things cost a pretty coin..." The man said with a smile. "But since you're a smart ruler, and I'm a fair mercenary, I think we could work out a deal... Or better yet, perhaps a wager to earn you my services?" He offered.

"Wager, you say?" She raised an eyebrow again. "I'm not one for losing any battle... A Queen never shows weakness... And I never break, and rarely bend..."

"It's real simple... You and me are gonna head off and we'll have a little one-on-one 'duel' shall we say..." Dirk claimed with a chuckle as he glanced over her. "You win? I'll follow you around for this quest or whatever... But when I win? I mean, if I win? Then you will be the one listening to me! And not just clearing out of here to let all my friends enjoy a tankard in peace!"

"Ha! A battle? You disappoint me..." Wilhelmina now smirked with arrogance. "I thought you might have a brain in there to go with all the muscles, but it seems I was mistaken. Very well! I accept your duel." She easily was drawn in and stepped forward. "Let us fight outside. That way, I can..." She began to say with her rapier raised as she assumed it would be a clash of swords.

"Easy there, my Queen! We won't be battling with weapons..." He cut her off with another smile. "Although I'd say you'll soon show me what kind of a big, long, sword you can handle..." He added with another gaze across her curvy form.

"W-What do you mean by that??" She demanded with a fresh glare. "And what's with that look you're giving me, peasant?"

"Oh, you'll see... Follow me to my lodgings, Queen!" He motioned behind him. "And I'll see what you're made of... Just as you'll find out something about me!" He stated and turned away so he could walk out of the Tavern.

"D-Do not turn your back to me so casually!" Wilhelmina protested with a glare. "F-Fine! I'll play your game! But don't cry to your mother when I humble you in the name of Beirun!" She called out and followed after him. Her focus meant she missed the relieved looks on the faces of the patrons now that she was gone, or the knowing smiles on the faces of the men.

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Minutes later, in the home of Dirk in the town...

"W-What do you mean, this isn't a battle of swords??" Wilhelmina let out a shocked gasp when Dirk stood behind her in the middle of the main room and dining area and unclipped the cape from her top to confidently toss it aside. "And pick that up! Along with my sword!" She demanded with a glare as her rapier was also on the wooden floor of the room while he helped himself to place both hands on her shoulders.

"I said we'd battle... But I never told you the terms..." Dirk stated with a wide smile. "It's simple, your Majesty... We're going to fight but it's a duel of sexual proportions!" He said to instantly make her stare in shock and with a slight blush on her pretty face. "A classic fight... If you make me cum first? I'll follow your orders for let's say, a full week? Maybe two if I'm very generous!" He claimed with confidence. "But when I... I mean, if I make you orgasm first? Then you'll be my property and obey me for a full day! No questions asked and no objections either."

"W-What kind of bet is that??" She glared over her shoulder at him. "Deciding such things through sex?? That's disgusting! Filthy! Degrading! I'm a Queen! A ruler! The Iron Monarch!"

"So, you're scared, are you?" He challenged as if he knew how to provoke someone like this better than any battle or quest. "Or maybe a sheltered royal like you has never experienced pleasure with a man before?"

"How DARE you!!" Wilhelmina snapped, easily drawn in by the bait there. "I back down from no challenge of any kind..." She said but avoided answering that question. "Maybe you are the one afraid of me! Asking for a 'fight' like this instead of a proper combat!" She countered but still blushed from the lewd offer.

"So, that's a yes then?" He asked with a handsome smile. "You agree to the terms?"

"...I agree." She stated with a slight raise of the head. "But not a word of this leaves this room, do you understand? My reputation, and the pride of Beirun, isn't just on the line here!"

"Oh, of course!" Dirk grinned at the consent from this stunning, curvy woman to engage in sex (and the wager) and he got shameless in his right when he instantly knelt behind her. "I am a man of honour!"

"I find that hard to believe..." Wilhelmina mused and looked over her shoulder. "What are you doing? Are you not going to get undressed first before we... Engage in this disgusting activity?"

"Interested in my body, are you?" He let out a chuckle but made her gasp when his hands clamped onto that huge, juicy backside.

"N-Not as much as you seem to be of mine!" She claimed with a gasp when he did a form of her famous taunt to pull the tight material of her bodysuit out before he let it go and her ass instantly jiggled profoundly from the form of spank as her costume settled back onto that thickness. "You brute! How d-dare you treat a Queen like that!" She protested but still didn't move away to show how she's consented to this challenge. "And you still haven't answered me! What are you planning down there?"

"What's wrong? Not used to a man offering some 'service' to you first?" He teased again with a big grin. "If you're so confident that you're going to win this? Then you shouldn't mind if I get the advantage and make the first move, right?"

"T-That is true... Very well! You may proceed!" Her ego easily let her fall for the tap as she nodded to agree. "But I will warn you again... I may bend, but no man can ever make me... MMMMM!!" Those confident, regal words were cut off with a loud, clear moan along with a tilt of that golden-haired head when she felt the Warrior dive shamelessly face-first into that massive backside. Those plump cheeks easily jiggled in his grip as he spread them wide and pressed his tongue onto the clear outline of her tight asshole. That bodysuit was simply too tight with all her curves to have any underwear on underneath so there was no resistance against the press of his tongue against her entrance. "MMMM! N-No man can ever make... AHHHH! Make me break! MMMM!" She hissed out and stared with narrowed eyes, but not fully of anger or disgust, as she got eaten out through her clothing. His tongue smacked at her asshole to probe in and make the material of her costume press against that snug backdoor in the process. Along with the far-from-inexperienced touch from his hands as he massaged her rounded globes to keep the jiggle going. "MMMM! So do your w-worst, you disgraceful brute!" She both challenged and mocked even as she let out a gasp of delight from his work.

"MMMM... MMMMMPPPHHH..." The handsome, ripped fighter smiled into that huge booty as he flicked his tongue and got the faint taste of her asshole through the suit. That royal blue got soaked at her entrance thanks to his spit and right blow, another patch of dampness formed as despite her insults, the Iron Monarch's arousal grew with each new drag of the tongue across her tightness. He knew plenty of tricks to test her too, as he used his hands to perform a form of her famed 'taunt' to pull out the material of her costume to the sides, almost making it see-through for a look at her backside before he let go. The loud clap thundered around the room but couldn't mask her moan at the 'spank' while her cheeks wobbled deliciously. Just for further shakes when his hands clamped back onto her rump as he continued to dine.

"AHHHH! You are a foul beast! MMMMM! A disgusting... AHHHH! Perverted peasant! MMMMM! How d-dare you treat... MMMM! A Queen like this!!" Wilhelmina cursed between moans as even now, the first drops of sweat began to form across her beautiful face for a sign that she'd never been 'worshipped' like this before in her life. Yet despite the insults, she remained in place with that bend over at the waist to ensure her ass was pushed out into this man's hungry features. "MMMM! Do your worst! AHHHH! It will take... MMMM! More than this... AHHHH! To break me! I will... OOOOOOOOOH!!" Another tilt of the head along with a long and loud moan when one hand moved off from her rump and went underneath to clamp onto her twat. He began to show skills more suited to train Brothel workers than on the battlefield when he coupled the pats of his tongue into her asshole with slow, confident strokes against her folds. Once again, the tightness of her bodysuit meant it might have been painted on since his fingers could push up and grind smoothly into her lower lips. That further soaked them as he made the royal beauty moan and gasp from his double-team.

The muscular mercenary kept the grin on his face as he pushed his tongue as far into her hole as he could get with her costume in the way. His saliva slowly seeped down her crack to stain that clothing some more while his digits did the same at her front with his fingers pressed into her snatch to stroke away. He even helped himself to raise the other hand and smacked it down hard onto her rump for another loud groan as the crack rang out like a heavy whip. His head was tilted just right to take in air through the nose so he didn't pull away from that massive, tasty ass. A wise tactic to not let up and make sure that the stacked beauty didn't get any break from his sexual talents as the juices began to seep through the suit at the crotch to slightly coat his fingers from the steady pumps back and forth.

"Y-You brute!! AHHHH! Sinful monster!! MMMM! I won't give in to this! MMMM! I'll make you pay! AHHHH!" She almost ranted her, even though she'd willingly agreed to this 'duel' never mind how constant her moans of delight were from his fingering and his tongue stuffed against her ass. Both motions were applied swiftly as she gasped with half-closed eyes and still stared back and whether she'd admit it or not, her shapely hips slightly rocked back to crave the feeling on both lower holes. "AHHHH! If you t-think... MMMM! The Queen of Beirun will fall to this... AHHHH! This perverted touch?? Then y-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!" Once again, her attempts to be defiant just became loud groans when she shuddered as his fingers curled up and managed to yank up the bodysuit so tightly that his fingers slid into her soaked folds. That sensation of quick pumps, along with the smack of his tongue against her asshole, easily make the curvaceous but lofty stunner cum in an instant. Her legs shuddered but she stayed in place to moan with a twitch of her eye to indicate how strong this peak was. The evidence of that was clear with the soaked mess of her crotch as juices dripped down to soak his hands and trickle along her thick thighs.

"AHHHH... AHHHHH..." Wilhelmina panted as her head hung down with a sway of her hair in an attempt to catch her breath. She stumbled forward for a moment and hand to steady herself on the closest wall.

"So, my Royal Highness..." Dirk stood up with a handsome grin and a profound bulge in his pants. "I think I've already won our little wager... Unless you'd like to raise the stakes and go double or nothing?" He said while he loosened the belt around his waist.

"W-Won?? You have won nothing yet, you barbarian!" Wilhelmina defiantly said with a renewed glare as she pushed herself back. "I will never admit defeat... Not until I... BY THE CROWN!!"

Her yell of shock came when she not only locked onto but felt rest against her thick backside, the massive slab of dick that the Warrior packed to show why he was named after a weapon for a reason. Fat, long and veiny and with the kind of size that would make most men in the world appear to pack a tiny dagger compared to a claymore like this. The contrast between the two was profound with her stare of cock-shock and his very smug expression as if he knew she would be stunned like this.

"You were saying?" Dirk mocked now. "The offer still stands... You can try and finish me off with that lovely, smart mouth of yours... Or? We can just get down to business and I can enjoy my new prize..." He said before his hands went onto her pump booty for a firm squeeze which alone made her groan.

"A Q-Queen does not lower herself to any man!" Wilhelmina glared with a pleasured hiss from her gropes. "...V-Very well! You may try and show your 'loyalty' to me as you see fit!" She agreed as she rather submissively, even with the defiance in her gorgeous eyes, placed both hands on the wall to once again bend over sexily so her fat ass was stuck out with spread legs. "I shall take up your offer of doubles! W-Whatever it is you peasants mean!"

"That'll be two weeks of you being my Queen now after I'm done..." He smirked before a fresh gasp escaped her when he finally gripped that tight, blue bodysuit and ripped a hole easily in the material and not just thanks to how soaked with spit and juices she was. Now her smooth skin and some of that plump ass were exposed as well as the moist, perfectly shaved pussy of the royal. "And don't worry, your Majesty... You don't need to worry about a 'protection spell' when I do it raw..." He added with a chuckle and lined up his massive shaft with her lower lips.

"You scoundrel! Don't say such things so casually to m-EEEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!" As if it was now something expected from her, he waited until she ranted before he cut her off with moans. This time from when his thick weapon pushed firmly and with complete confidence into her tight and wet love tunnel. The sensation made her shift on those thigh-high, heeled boots to rock towards the wall. His grip on her slender waist pulled her back not just into position but along his fat dick to work his fat inches further into her. Despite the great tightness of her snatch which indicated that this might not be the first time she's had sex it's never been with a weapon of this vast size before. The pumps soon got smooth and steady for a pace that allowed her passage to adjust to this invasion, as willing as it all was, while her long blonde hair swayed down both sides of her curvy frame and her huge tits jiggled in time with her shift.

"UHHHHH! B-By my rapier... MMMM! Y-You're stretching me out!! AHHHHH! H-How can some... MMMM! Lowly mercenary... AHHHH! B-Be so well equipped?? MMMMM!!" The Queen of Beirun still gazed over her shoulder but now it was to watch that huge dick pump in and out of her wet slot as she easily left him coated in a layer of juices. Sweat formed across her still-clothed body, evident across her pretty, moaning face and on the exposed skin at her shoulders and now at her crotch. "AHHHH! That weapon of yours... MMMMM! It's spreading me apart!! AHHHH! And you... AHHHH! You haven't even finished yet?? H-How is this possible??" Her eyes darted with disbelief at her backside, which jiggled wildly with every stiff thrust and yank back done by him, and then up at his desirable features. Her remark seemed to hint that she was used not just to far tinier dicks than this, but to sex sessions already being over just a minute into being inside of her. No such risk here as this stud didn't even sweat yet as he worked his length smoothly in and out of his new, beautiful prize.