A fantastically fictional adventure in celebrity erotica.
A Young Man Seeking His Path To Honor, Glory, & Sexual Prowess,
On His Quest For Knighthood & To Get Laid,
He Will Need Help Along The Way.
With
Brie Larson as The Fighter
Elizabeth Olsen as The Witch
Hayley Atwell as The Healer
Taylor Swift as The Bard
Babes, Bumpkins & Baddies Await In...
The Dirty Deeds of Dick Dragonbone
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Author's Note: Thanks to MrMaxLord for his feedback!
Chapter Four: Sparring & Spurting
Starring Brie Larson
Codes: MF, Cunnilingus, Creampie, Femdom, Oral
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"Alright Dick. Show me what you got." Brie said with supreme disinterest as she leaned against the trunk of a large tree, cleaning dirt from under her fingernails with the point of a dagger. "Just go through your forms."
Swallowing the rather large lump in his throat, he adjusted his already sweaty grip on
Thrust
. Alone and isolated, they were a good deal away from camp. The other party members were occupied with responsibilities and chores, or in the case of Taylor and Lizzie, each other. Leveling his sword at an imaginary foe, he settled into
Dragonstance
and jabbed forward like the head of a striking serpent. From there he continued the complicated sword dance that he had practiced his entire life, all beneath his father's stern and unforgiving gaze.
Strike. Parry. Slash. Slash. Strike. Dodge. Parry. Strike. Repeat.
The repetitive motion was soothing. His usually busy mind, always buzzing like a swarm of angry bees, quieted as he went through the motions, losing himself in the swordplay. Before he even realized it, he was finished. Just like that. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he looked over at Brie, trying not to look too much as if he was desperately seeking her approval. She, on the other hand, was looking pleasantly surprised. Shocked even. The dagger lay limply in her hand, its task forgotten.
"That actually...that wasn't too bad Dick. Your technical form is surprisingly adequate. Form will only get you so far though. Lesson number one: There's no such thing as honor or form when your life is on the line. Do whatever it takes to win. Remember that. Now, let's see how you handle a real fight." With the final word, Brie stuck her dagger into the tree and kicked up one of two long slender branch she had cut before the start of the session.
Tossing it in his direction, Richard fumbled to catch it, dropping
Thrust
in the process. The shining sword sank deep into the earth. Scrambling to get a firm grip around the stick, Brie was already charging with her makeshift weapon. A blindingly quick lash *THWACKED* him hard on the ribs. Another followed suit, striking his sword hand. Cursing loudly, he dropped the branch.
"By the six heavens and nine hells Brie! That hurt!" He yelled, shaking his hand in pain.
"You think that hurts? If this were a sword, you'd be stuck like a pig with a bleeding stump for a hand. Dead. Now, get your wood up and come at me again."
Grumbling nonsensical words, he turned around, reaching down to grab his stick. A sharp *SMACK* landed square across his ass. Swearing again, he scrambled around quickly, facing Brie and stumbling a little in the process.
"You like that fucker? Guys usually pay extra for that kind of treatment." She grinned, viciously mocking him. "Never turn your back on an opponent! Come on. At me. Again!"
Richard charged again, now fully flustered and swinging wildly. Brie easily parried, dodged to the side and stuck out a foot to successfully trip him. Falling forward, the branch flew from his hands as they uncontrollably flailed. Failing to catch himself, he landed face first, getting a mouthful of dirt and leaves.
"Rookie mistake. I got under your skin and you wanted that one too much. And as a result, you overextended." Brie said from above him, pushing her stick into the back of his neck. "Dead. Again. Come on. Get up and come at me again."
Richard sighed, dusting himself off, and accepted the hand Brie offered to help him up as he prepared for another round.
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The remainder of sparring went about as well as you would have expected. Brie kicked his ass. Figuratively and literally. When the sun was high overhead, its rays peeking through the thick canopy of leaves, she finally called it quits.
"As far as first days go. You did alright, Dick." She said, wiping the merest trickle of sweat from her blonde brow.
"Thank. You." He said, huffing and puffing with exhaustion as he clumsily searched for a tree to lean on so he might catch his breath.
"Now, I like to end every sparring session with a bit of wrestling. You know. Some bodywork to go with the sword play."
"Uh huh..." Richard said, not listening as he greedily gulped down air. Then her words hit him a moment before she did. "Wait. What?"
He was answered with a rugby tackle as Brie flew through the air and fully knocked any remaining wind out of him before pinning him to the leaf strewn ground. In two seconds flat, she had him in an unbreakable hold as she pushed her entire lean yet surprisingly curvaceous body against him.
"Come on Dick! At least make it hard for me!" Brie said, fighting to keep the mirth dripping from her voice.
Those were an unfortunate choice of words as Brie had one of her thighs shoved between his legs, wedged up directly against his crotch. That and her deceptively large boobs were smothering him. The soft jiggly flesh was a welcome contrast to the hard ground. She did after all only have a thin cotton overshirt on. He'd been distracted by them bouncing around more than once during their sparring session. Now he could even feel her nipples slowly hardening from the friction against his cheek. Struggling to break free, he slid his groin back and forth across her thigh, and unbidden, unwarranted, the gentle rubbing sent something powerfully stirring to life within his trousers.
Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no. He thought to himself, desperately trying to calm himself down. Not now! Stop it! Think of anything else! Anything! Come on Richard! Don't embarrass yourself anymore! Don't think about her big tits! Oh, goddessdamn it!
Alas, his attempts quiet his excitement proved as fruitless as his attempts to break free of Brie's hold.
"What in the nine hells is poking me down there? You got a scabbard or something on your belt?" She asked, the laughter dying away as she shifted her bodyweight to get a good look at his crotch and did a full-blown double take.
There was an extended silence before she let him go and he flopped fully onto the ground for what seemed the umpteenth time that day.