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Romule Pt 02

Romule Pt 02

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Romule woke early and dressed himself in his trousers and a loose shirt. He looked over at his armour. It really was in desperate need of repair. He would need to find a blacksmith today.

His stomach growled angrily at him.

"Breakfast first" he said aloud.

He walked down the stairs into the inn. There were no lights on and it was quiet...eerily so.

"hello?" he called into the emptiness. "old man? Freya?"

Nothing.

He heard a commotion from outside. Slowly he opened the door into the street.

In the middle of the town square a crowd had gathered.

He wandered into the street, joining the crowd, making his way to the front. The mood oppressive. These people were scared and confused, many of the men wept and called for their wives, their daughters.

"Why?" called one man. "Why is this happening again."

As he reached the front of the crowd he saw why. Romule exhaled a long sigh.

"Oh shit." He mumbles as he looked to the floor of the town square.

The body of a prostitute he had seen yesterday lay naked on the ground, her head tightly wrapped in branches.

Romule stood in the square and faced the crowd.

"Good people," he called. "Please be calm"

His words were heard and the townsfolk began to quieten.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

"Did you do this?"

"Please people, I am Romule and i may be the only person that can help you."

"You dont even know what is happening."

"How can you help us?"

"Through the night some of you lost a wife or a daughter or maybe even a mistress."

The crowd feel quiet.

"Yes, Romule. You are exactly right." the crowd parted and there stood the inn keeper, his face red and his eyes puffy. Romules eyes darted around, looking for Freya. An uneasy feeling washed over him.

"Freya is gone," sobbed the old man. "Along with my wife and Freyas mother."

"Ah," Began Romule. He stopped, suddenly confused about the relationship between him and Freya. Nevermind, that can wait.

"Yes," came another voice. "My wife too."

"My lover is gone."

"I believe you are the victim of a cursed Oak. A human cursed to live as a tree. Somewhere the curse went wrong and they are able to breed. In a manner of speaking. The catch is they need a sacrificial seed bed. A fertile female, recently inseminated." Romule glanced at the old innkeeper. Freya being taken was probably his fault. "The small plants you see in front of the houses are the scouts, attracted by the scent of your mixed pheromones. Your women were taken to become...seed beds."

The crowd collectively gasped.

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"How do we get them back? Do we get them back?"

"I will tend to my armour and weapons and leave soon. I have time to bring back your women."

The crowd muttered amongst themselves. Realising there was little choice they unanimously agreed.

Romule left the square and headed back towards the inn.

His room door opened all too easily. He hastily stepped inside.

"That was quite the speech," a female voice came from the dark corner of the room.

"And who the fuck might you be?" He snarled in response.

"Relax, I am Carla, the blacksmiths apprentice. I came to help. Looking at your armor, i would say you need my help." From the shadow stepped a short slender woman with curly hair down to her shoulder blades. She couldnt have been older than 20. From her left hand dangled Romules codpiece.

She looked at the worn out piece, then back at Romule, raising an enquiring eyebrow.

"Custom fit?" She asked in an almost sultry tone.

Romule tried to fight back the smug grin. Failed.

"What? Bigger than your used to?"

"Hmm!" Carla blushed slightly, "Regardless it is fucked. You will need a new one."

"Where might i find a real blacksmith?" He grumbled.

"Rude," a look of frustration crossed her pretty face. No make up or product, Romule noted, just a natural beauty. For a slightly awkward second he got lost in her big brown eyes.

"Anyway," she continued, "Lara is probably getting fucked by your monster tree thingy. I heard her getting screwed in the back of the shop last night. I don't who by though cuz her husbands out of town. Anyway i bet he filled her good."

She was talking as she looked over the armour, now tossed unceremoniously in the middle of the room.

"Anyway mr custom codpiece," she grinned at how clever she was, holding the item in front of her, "We need to...erm...measure...you for a new one."

"Erm...what?"

"Y'know, measure you for your codpiece." She slightly nodded towards Romules crotch "Like the person that made this one would have done. Certainly, I don't have any in stock quite like this."

"Erm..." Romule was caught somewhat off guard by this woman, "I made that..." he mumbled.

"And thats why its shit." she laughed.

"Rude," Romule mumbled.

"Now we don't have all day, c'mon, trousers off," she brandished her measuring stick as she stepped towards him.

"Shit...ok!" Romule unbuckled his belt and let his heavy trousers fall to the ground. His cock dangled in front of Clara.

"Oh...my...god." She said almost breathlessly,staring at the large cock dangling in front of her. "The codpiece doesn't lie."

"Are you done staring, don't we have work to do?"

"Yes...of course...erm..." It was her turn to be flustered. "I will need to touch it... professionally of course."

"Just do what you got to do."

Carla knelt in front of the large appendage, feeling a little nervous, she gingerly moved it to the side. She was now face to face with his balls which she needed to move.

Gently she cupped them in her hand. They were slightly hairy and warm. They felt quite heavy too. It had been a while since she had last been with a man and now she kneeling here, in front of this real man, his balls in her hand. Her body began to react. Her nipples stiffened, she tingled between her legs and she had subconsciously begun playing with Romules balls.

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He clearly didn't mind as his own body began to react. She watched as his big cock slowly began to stiffen. As it got harder, Carla gently wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly stroked his length.

"Oh your hands feel good." He moaned.

"Yea...my mouth will feel even better." With that she licked the large head before taking it in her mouth. Her warm lips closed around it and she slowly slid her mouth up and down. Every so often she would stop and press her tongue against the back of the bulbous head. Romule let out a little moan.

Carla sucked on the biggest cock she had ever sucked. She could taste how turned on Romule was getting. The precum was a little salty on her tongue but she loved the taste.

With a pop, she released him from her mouth and got to her feet. In one movement she pulled off her tatty, work stained dress. Romule stared at her not quite hour glass figure. He took in her breasts, not big but pert with dark puffy nipples that poked out begging to be in his mouth. His eyes wandered down past her tummy, stopping at the little black bush that merked the entrance to where his head tongue would soon explore.

His sightseeing tour of her body was cut short as he was gently pushed back towards the bed. Then she would push him on to the bed and suck his cock until he came on her face. That was the plan.

When his legs came into contact with the bed frame he did something that took Carla completely by surprise.

Romule lifted her with his hands under her arms, span around and dropped her the short distance to the bed. There a loud crack as one of the supports underneath the bed gave way.

Romule knelt and grabbing her hip, pulled her pussy straight to his waiting mouth. "oooooooh fuuuuuuuuck."She moaned as his tongue found her wet clit and started circling it. "Oh fuck yes."

Using his thumbs Romule spread her pussy as wide as he could. He then licked her from asshole to clit, his tongue moving swiftly back and forth.

Carla tensed, gripping the broken bed. "Holy fucking...fuck...im cumming" her body began to quiver and her pussy convulsed.

When she regained control of herself and her orgasm had subsided, Romule got to his feet. Before he had the chance to do what he was planning (that being flip her over and fill her ass.with his cock) she sprang up and grabbed his rigid cock.

"I wasn't finished with this yet," she whispered before once again taking him in her mouth.

She was alot more enthusiastic than she was before. Long strokes with her mouth were combined with a firm grip on his shaft. "Oh yea...like that...fuck..." Romule moaned looking down as his cock disappeared into her mouth.

Carla watched his face as she took his cock deep into her throught. A couple of times she thought she might choke, bit the look on his face made her carry on. She could sense he was getting close.

Romules breathing became deep and heavy. He could feel the sensation building at the base of his cock. "Oh fuck im gonna cum"

Carla pulled gis cock from her mouth. "Yes...cum for me. Let me taste you." She whispered, holding her mouth open centimetres from the tip of his dick. She held her tongue out ready to catch as both hands pumped his cock.

"Oh fuuuuck yes!!!!" Moaned as his cock throbbed in Carlas hands, sending streams of his cum into her mouth.

She moaned as she rolled the cum around her mouth before swallowing.

Carla couldn't help letting out a small giggle as Romule watched her swallow his cum.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she looked at Romule. "Next time, when your tree thing is gone, you can cum here," she said as pointed to her pussy.

Romule understood, she had caught on pretty quickly that insemination would put her at risk.

"I look forward to claiming my reward." he chuckled.

Carla grinned as she stood up. As she walked past Romule he put his arm out, pulling her backwards into him. She squirmed and giggled as he kissed her neck. His free hand found its way to her bush. Gently a finger slipped between her legs. She moaned as her clit was stroked. The rogue finger continued its journey, easily sliding inside her wet pussy. It was quickly jouned by a second finger.

"Oh..." She moaned as Romule began moving his fingers rhythmically inside her. "We cant...i have to do your armour"

The fingers moved faster. She could feel Romules impressive cock beginning to harden against her.

"Oh yes..." she moaned. "Romule...we...ooooooh" She came. Her pussy clamped Romules fingers. She moaned loud and almost lost her balance as her legs buckled beneath her. "Ooooooh fuuuuuuuuck"

Carla regained her composure.

"You, Romule, need to rest. I will be back tomorrow with your armour."

She hurriedly dressed before she had chance to jump on his cock and gathered the old armour before leaving.

Romule did as he was told. He drew himself a bath and relaxed.

Laying on the bed, he drifted into an early slumber.

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