Callistis Burden Ch 01

(Warning: This story contains futa and cum inflation)

This is my first story written totally from scratch, not converted from an RP or something. I know I put P1 after most things to leave the door open for a part two, but rest assured I really do intend to continue this one.

Please feel free to leave feedback/criticism.

---------------------

Callisti steered the rickety wagon along the rough dirt road. The off-balance wheels and unkempt path bounced the pitiful cart constantly, and the poor, overworked ox's uneven pace certainly wasn't helping. Despite the discomfort, she had to keep moving; there was precious cargo aboard that she needed to get as far away from the city as possible. Draped over her was a ragged, gray cloak, hiding her typically neat, black hair and piercing, green eyes. Her sturdy royal armor was stashed away deep in the back, as anonymity was ideal given the circumstances.

Invaders- perennial agitators from out west had struck the palace where she'd been stationed. The province was already in disarray with the death of their leader and a terrible drought the year prior. The late ruler's daughter, a young marquess named Sarela, was due to take charge. At age 27, she was widely adored and considered ready to lead, but the enemy was quick to strike before such arrangements could be made.

That woman was Callisti's cargo. She'd barely managed to keep Sarela from the grips of death and smuggle her out of the city. The surrounding towns would be a lost cause soon, as the local leadership had been thoroughly decapitated, though in Sarela's case not literally at least. There was neither safety nor solace to be found until they could make their way to the capital.

For Callisti, the mission was also quite personal. The two had been friends since their teen years, and she always admired Sarela for her quick wit and leadership. Sarela cherished Callisti's strength and adventurous nature, frequently abandoning the boring safety of the manor without being in real danger, thanks to her diligent friend.

It had been a week since the raid that toppled the palace, and they were now well away from the center of the action. The cart puttered along until nightfall. They were far enough away from any main roads that it was finally safe to build a small fire. Callisti pulled off near the tree line; Sarela pushed out past the sacks of grain that obscured her in the back of the wagon. She wore a similar tattered cowl, not looking much like a noble in her current state. The two were mostly silent as they settled in, having discussed just about everything they could already. Sarela would still shed tears on occasion, and Callisti would comfort her. They took turns keeping watch until dawn. It was much like the previous couple of days- rinse and repeat.

The next morning started much like the rest, but Callisti was on edge. They were nearing a town. Though it wasn't a major city, there was sure to be some guard presence, at least on the larger road. This was an important shortcut they would need to take to get to the border. Any other route would take too long, and their pursuers would have time to begin controlling entries and exits. They had to take the risk.

About a mile away from the town, Callisti spotted a few figures along the road in the distance. She couldn't tell if they were friendly, and assumed they weren't as she motioned for Sarela to hide herself. As the cart approached, the group meandered into the road, with one of them taking point to greet Callisti. The group, two men and a woman, were all armed.

"Well, welcome! We love seeing new guests here at Vinbraugh!" His voice boomed. He seemed to size Callisti up and tried to glean some reaction from her partially obscured face.

"Yes, hello," she replied plainly. "Thank you. If I may ask, what's all this? May we pass into town?" She asked, careful of her tone. She didn't have time for whatever was happening.

"Ah right, straight to business then. Seeing how our next dear leader has vanished, we're now stuck running the place ourselves. We'll be needing an entry tax before you can move along," the man sneered.

"Is that so?" Callisti knew this was pure tripe. This man wore none of the usual garb of a town guard yet had one of their swords. The invading forces may not have made their way here yet, but the news and chaos surely had.

"Well, I wouldn't want to run afoul of your honorable selves, one moment..." she trailed off as she fished around the cart, hiding her discontent toward this shakedown.

These criminals might not want them dead, but once the search for Sarela made its way here the two would surely be sold out. Callisti couldn't let them leave, having seen her, even if they didn't know who she was yet. She grabbed a pouch and hopped off the side. At 6' 1", she was easily taller than these three ne'er do wells, and her impressive stature seemed to give the man second thoughts.

She approached benignly, jingling the coins in the pouch before gently tossing it towards him. As his attention shifted to the pouch she lunged forward, shedding her cloak and wrapping it around his head, delivering several swift blows before the other two could react. They drew their weapons and approached as she threw the man to the ground.

Callisti stanced up and unsheathed her sword. No longer obscured by her disguise, her raw strength was plain to see. There was a reason she had climbed the ranks so quickly, despite being only 26. Not only was she skilled with a blade, but her toned body meant she could overpower the average opponent easily.

The other man charged in, swinging wildly with a longsword. He was larger than the first, but clearly had no training. Callisti easily deflected a strike he put too much weight into and drove his sword into the dirt. She pounded her hilt into his ribs, knocking him down, before plunging her weapon into his chest.

The woman had moved around to Callisti's side with two daggers. She seemed craftier, and at least knew the right way to stand as she struck. She lashed out with several swipes and stabs. Callisti backstepped, saved from some light cuts by her leather cuirass. The other woman wasn't shy about getting up close and personal. Callisti returned some swings, but her enemy was quick to retreat.

As the rogue slid away, she threw a strange vial at the ground. It shattered at Callisti's feet, releasing a crimson mist that faded quickly. Before she could react, Callisti had already inhaled some of the cloud. She began to feel a bit woozy and doubled over, coughing as her opponent laughed and slowly approached while brandishing her knife. The dizziness wore off after a few seconds though, and Callisti felt a surge of energy rush through her body. Her mind felt wired as everything came into focus, just as her enemy was driving the killing blow towards her. Callisti's hand shot out and intercepted the woman's wrist in an instant, as if it were natural. She yanked her to the ground with a strength that was beyond her own, driving the woman's own knife into her back a moment later.

The first man had gotten his bearings enough to get up and remove the cloak. He unsteadily approached the raging Callisti with his sword, making a meek swing that was simply sidestepped by the now-unarmed bodyguard. She drove a jab into his chest, accompanied by a loud cracking sound. The strike knocked him back a few feet in the air, and he'd stopped moving before he hit the ground.

Callisti wordlessly gathered her things and got back in the cart. She pushed the ox as fast as he could go, passing through the town and getting as far away from the scene as she could. Her heart was still pounding, and she was breathing quickly. That concoction was doing something to her. Her whole body felt hot and on edge. She steered toward a stream she knew of, hoping the cool water would get her back to normal.

"W-we'll camp here for the night," she called back to Sarela with a shaky voice. "It's safe now," Callisti assured her.

She staggered toward the stream, shedding her clothes. Her toned muscles glistened with droplets of sweat as her body continued in overdrive. Her shapely breasts dropped as she removed her cuirass, and her thick cock hung out as her undergarments fell to the grass. The stream was ice cold, but she didn't feel like it helped much.

After getting settled, Sarela undressed to join her. Her large breasts and curvy hips were like a work of art. Her tan skin appeared to glow in the evening sun, seemingly happy to see the rare instance of daylight this past week. Sarela's chin-length hair was trimmed from its usual longer style for the sake of hiding, but still fit her well. She was comfortable enough to be seen like this by her friend and bodyguard, and it certainly was not the first time, but there was a tension. Both women were obviously incredibly attractive, and would readily admit that about each other, but these were trying times. It felt out of place.

"Calli, are you alright? What happened back there on the road?" Sarela asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I... don't know. S-something that woman did to me. Some chemical," Callisti stuttered. "I haven't been able to relax my body."

A few silent minutes passed. Eventually Callisti trudged out of the stream and threw a cloth sheet from the cart onto the grass. She laid down on it and let the evening breeze dry her tensed body as she continued to breathe heavily. After a bit, the energy inside her finally started to wane. She was relieved that it could end soon, but another feeling began to well up within.

A heat was building deep in her abdomen- down near her nether regions. She let out a groan and couldn't help but reach for her pussy, nudging her package out of the way to do so. Her slit was puffy and hot. She slipped a few fingers in and began flitting them around, trying to scratch that itch. She was suddenly horny to an inexplicable degree, and getting off felt like it was what she needed to do to stop this adrenaline rush.

She kept pleasuring herself as Sarela bathed, but just couldn't finish. Her groans grew a bit louder, and she realized how full and heavy her balls were becoming. They swelled to the point that sore pangs shot through her, and a loud, pained grunt escaped her lips.

Sarela came out of the water to see what was wrong, grabbing a towel off the cart and wrapping her hourglass form before approaching.

"Calli, what's going on?" She inquired, her face going red as she saw her savior in the throes of intense pleasure. "Oh! S-sorry, I'll let you finish," she yelped, turning away in embarrassment.

"Nnngh- wait," Callisti groaned. Her cock went from semi stiff to fully turgid the moment she saw Sarela. The thick 14-incher stood at attention as the strong woman fingered herself.

Sarela saw the massive shaft in her periphery and turned back toward her friend. She watched a bit more closely and could now tell that Callisti was in a bit of distress.

She knelt next to the incapacitated knight, gazing at her towering cock. She reached towards it and shot a glance at Callisti, who gave an approving nod. It jolted and throbbed in response to her touch. Sarela began stroking it for her.

Callisti put all her focus on her pussy and left the rest to Sarela, solely set on finally reaching that climax, but still couldn't get there. She rolled her eyes over toward Sarela.

"P-please... need to... c-cum," she pleaded between gasps.

Sarela nodded. This was unbecoming for someone of her stature, but she had no such inhibitions. Her friend needed help, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't a fantasy of hers. She stood and let her towel fall away, stepping one foot over Callisti and steeling her nerves.

Calli's penis was huge. Sarela had plenty of fun in her alone time though, with no shortage of things being shoved into her ass. She figured she could pace herself and take it. Sarela would normally be more apprehensive but seeing her brave knight like this was worrisome. She was prepared to do anything she could.

After gathering her composure a bit, she began to lower herself onto Callisti's member. She could feel the heat as the tip grew closer, finally pressing against her backdoor. Sarela took a deep breath and relaxed. She intermittently pressed herself down as her hole began to stretch open a bit, finally accepting the oversized visitor. She gasped, watching Callisti close her eyes and bite her lip, pressing her hips upward slightly. Something about that look set her off; she was less nervous and starting to get a bit wet.

Sarela pushed down gradually, keeping a steady pace. There was a bit of pain from the sheer size, but she mostly just felt full and hot down there. She was now in a deep squat, and her legs were a bit shaky, but she only had a few inches left to go. The next time she went lower her legs gave out, causing her to slide down the rest of Callisti's length in one go. She let out a sharp gasp, followed by a deep moan, and Calli's hips thrust gently in response.

Sarela took a moment to recover, and adjusted enough to kneel, slipping back up the shaft some. She slowly lowered herself back down to the base, feeling the tip travel back deep inside her again. She held there, getting used to the feeling and wiggling her hips from side to side. Callisti was practically panting, and her cock throbbed madly inside. Sarela looked down and saw the bulge it was making in her midsection. She poked it, prompting a throb and a moan in response.

Sarela was getting really excited. She placed her hand over the bulge and began moving up and down on her knees, slipping several inches of the thick cock in and out. Callisti's hips fell into the pace that was set. She gyrated with the rhythm almost instinctively. The two sped up, and Sarela began dribbling juices down onto her friend; wet slapping sounds accompanied the motions as Callisti's overtaxed testicles smacked against her friend's ass with each hard thrust. Sarela's full-looking, perfect tits bounced in unison.

"F-fuck, Calli, you're so... so big," Sarela moaned, feeling a climax welling up inside her.

This pounding was unlike anything one of her toys could give her. Her pussy twitched and demanded attention, which she promptly gave as she pinched one of her pert nipples as well. This threw her pace off and Callisti began just thrusting away, gripping her thighs for leverage. Sarela gasped as a shudder sparked through her. Her legs tensed and she splattered her juices across Callisti's toned abs as she came. She clenched and released her insides, prompting Callisti's pace to quicken.

Calli could feel herself getting close as her balls yearned for release. The sight of Sarela's gorgeous body squirming and making a wet mess was driving her to the edge. Sarela was usually composed and in control, making this raunchy display a bit of a shock.

"F~ fuuu~... ah, oh fuuu~uck!" Callisti cried out. It finally hit.

She thrust in as deep as she could and held Sarela's ass tightly against her. The bulge in Sarela's tummy visibly pulsed as a thick, drawn-out load was pumped up Calli's shaft. She pulled away slightly and jolted again as she dispensed another into the curvy noble. Even after just two, Sarela's belly looked a little less slim, as if she'd eaten a decent meal.

The loads kept coming. Callisti's balls contracted and unloaded their burden with each thrust. A copious amount of warm cum blasted deep into Sarela. Her stomach filled and quickly grew to an early, then mid pregnant size. She resumed touching herself and climaxed again, only spurring Callisti on. Between the girthy cock stretching her and hot cream-filling flooding her guts, she was overwhelmed, only able to whimper and spasm in ecstasy.

As Sarela's belly gurgled and swelled to an overdue size, Callisti's orgasm began to taper off. Her pace slowed and the loads began to lighten up. With the last real pump Sarela's belly button popped out, completing the pregnant look. In a mixture of relief and embarrassment, Calli couldn't help but giggle at the sight as the two women shook in the aftermath of the intensity.

"Ah, *whew*... Sarela, you know I like a challenge, but I'm not sure I can deliver a baby out in the middle of the woods," Callisti laughed between ragged breaths, giving the taut belly a gentle, loving pat.

Sarela took a moment to recover, but seeing Callisti's relaxed side for the first time in a while put a smile on her face. It felt like the tension had finally lifted since the night of the raid, if only for a moment.

"You better try. I ~ah~ don't think we'll be finding much help out here," Sarela joked in return, rubbing herself and feeling all the cum swirl inside her.

The two composed themselves for a while, neither of them able to take their hands off Sarela's engorged stomach. Once enough of her strength was back, Callisti helped her kneel up enough to wiggle forward off her cock. It popped free, accompanied by a squelching glob of cum, though not much more followed. Callisti helped her lay gently on her side. The weight shifting around elicited constant moans from Sarela, who was still twitching on occasion in the post-orgasm haze.

"Do you need help getting it out?" Callisti offered, laying down and facing her. "There was so much... I've never cum like that before," she explained.

"N-no. It's actually really nice. The night's getting a bit cold, but I still feel so warm inside," she mused, gazing down at her belly as she poked and prodded various spots, occasionally running her finger over or around her belly button.

Callisti laid a hand back on the tight dome. It was indeed still very warm, practically radiating heat. It was similar to how it felt inside her when she desperately needed to rid herself of it. She had no idea how Sarela even had the room to take it all.

"I'm sorry it came to that," Callisti disclosed, blushing through her usual cool demeanor. "I know it isn't proper-"

"Enough!" Sarela cut her off. "You're no stranger nor servant Calli. We've known each other for years. You've saved my life! It's the least I can do to help." She looked up at her protector and friend. "And I liked it. I'd do it again without a second thought."

Sarela leaned towards Callisti, pulling her in for a kiss. Callisti hesitated, but quickly relented and returned it. She slid closer, pressing Sarela's huge belly against her and causing her to gasp as they kissed. They held each other until the sun fully set. Neither had expected to feel even a twinge of happiness for a while, yet here they were in this pleasant afterglow.

Eventually it cooled off too much to stay outside the cart. Callisti helped Sarela stand and quickly set up their makeshift bedding inside. She helped Sarela lift herself in. Her belly sloshed as she stepped over the side. It was still so tight that it barely moved. Callisti followed suit. She laid behind Sarela, playing the big spoon, and wrapped some blankets around them both. The remaining heat in Sarela's belly would keep them both warm and comfortable through the night.