Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The events of Barbarian Legends occur many years before the events of Barbarian Tales.
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CITY OF YELEDOR
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"What are you doing there, Girn?"
A shadow fell on Girn, prompting him to instinctively reach for the handle of his greataxe. The book fell from his lap, narrowly avoiding the fire, as he began to rise from the overstuffed leather armchair. Looking up he realised that it was only Hans, the proprietor of the Full Tankard tavern, standing over him, polishing a tankard that he held in one large, meaty fist. With a long exhale, Girn was all too aware of how unnecessary that reaction was. He settled back into the chair, forcing his hand to release its tight grip on the weapon handle.
"You're a little tense lately," Hans said plainly.
"Very observant of you," Girn agreed. A quick scan of the environment assured Girn that the retired mercenary wouldn't demand his immediate assistance. As a bouncer, his services weren't needed just yet. The evening was still young, with few customers present in the tavern. Usually, the establishment didn't pick up until well into the night. However, Girn couldn't help but notice that the Full Tankard was unusually quiet. Business had significantly dwindled since the goblin attack the previous week, further tarnishing the tavern's already dismal reputation.
Girn reached down and picked up his book, a cheap printed collection of erotic drawings. It contained images of human, elven, and dwarven females in all states of undress, as well as attempts at sexualising other beings like mermaids, echidna's, satyrs, and sirens. It had served the purpose of distracting his thoughts. He had thought his business with goblins concluded after disposing Danton Lynch, the corrupt head of the secret police and person of contact with the greenskins. But after the assassins, it was a fact that the goblins were out to get him.
"It will be a quiet night tonight," Hans said.
"You think?"
"I know." Hans held the tankard up to the light, ensuring it was free of any remaining dust particles before carefully placing it on the mantelpiece. Girn observed the way the light reflected off the bald head of the seasoned mercenary. Letting out a sigh, Girn rested his book on the arm of the chair. Hans had a naturally sociable demeanour and tended to engage in conversation. Perhaps, Girn speculated, Hans shared his unease. After all, the tavern keeper had ample reason to be anxious; his livelihood had nearly been destroyed by the relentless goblin attack. Only in recent days had all the damage inflicted by the creatures been fully repaired.
"Business has been bad since the goblin attack," Girn said.
"Business will pick up again. Same thing happened after that murder a couple of months back. The nobles and rich merchants will stay away for a bit until things calm down, but then they'll come back. They like a sense of danger when they drink. It's what they come here for. But we'll see nobody this evening, if I'm not mistaken."
"Why's that?"
"The Feast of Yuna. It's a special three nights here in Yeledor. Most folk will be at home, praying and feasting. She's the patron of happiness, as well as of pleasure, although the latter is less openly celebrated," he joked, winking at the pornographic book. "This is her special night."
"There has to be someone wanting a drink."
"Nah, the people want to celebrate with their family, and this is no place for that. Though I wish I was a member of the Guild of Mechanics. The King has a big feast for them tomorrow in his palace. Nothing but the best for them."
"Why does the King feel compelled to give a feast for commoners?" Girn was curious. The King was not famed for his generosity.
Hans laughed. "Aye, but these are special commoners. They built the King's new Office of Ingenuity. They're making some kind of war machines and all sorts of other special weapons for his forces. He can afford to give them a nice dinner once a year if it keeps them happy and obedient."
"I'll wager he can."
"I thought maybe you might like to take the night off and be with Mina. I know it's her day off. I did notice you've been seeing a lot of each other recently."
Girn looked up. "You disapprove?'"
"Nothing wrong with a man, or barbarian for that matter, and a maid being together, I always say. Just making an observation." There was a short silence, Hans surveying the common room of his tavern. "You've heard anything about all this sickness stuff? Folk are starting to mutter about the plague."
Girn shook his head.
"Well, never mind, not the kind of talk for this night. Yuna would be displeased. I'll let you get back to your book then." Hans winked again and clicked his tongue.
Girn opened the book once more but didn't turn the page. He was amazed that Hans could be so sanguine just a few days after the attack. Girn was still tense, expecting goblins to appear from every nook and crevice. Right now he could not help but wonder what the goblins were up to. He was sure it was nothing good.
He needed to clear his mind and sought out Mina. She could do what no book could ever achieve.
"I've got something special for on this first night of Yuna's Feast. Come to your room in fifteen minutes." She skipped off with a large smile.
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"By the fucking gods, oh fuck!"
Topaz exclaimed as Girn continued pounding her from behind, the sound of their fucking filling the room. His hands tightly gripped her generous hips as his thrusts produced loud slapping noises that could probably be heard throughout the corridor. He didn't care, though, as his tempo only increased and Topaz' screams only got louder.
Mina was lying beside them, resting after Girn had done to her what he was currently doing to Topaz, the blonde woman of pleasure with piercing blue eyes. Ruby, her redheaded friend, watched from the other end of the pallet while vigorously rubbing herself, fingers delving into her folds. Topaz cried out as she climaxed for the umpteenth time. The blond-haired beauty collapsed onto the bed. Mina immediately started sucking Girn's cock, switching between working his shaft and licking his balls. She lathered up every inch of his cock with her saliva. Just as Mina had him nearly about to go over the edge, he pulled his cock away and had her and Topaz get onto their backs. Girn proceeded to eat out one while fingering the other, swapping between the two until they cried out simultaneously and covered Girn's chin and hand with their juices.
Mina pushed Girn onto his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips before dropping her lithe body onto his large cock. She rode him, gorgeous breasts bouncing, and quickly reached another orgasm. Meanwhile, Topaz was at Ruby's side, both fingering themselves at the sight of the muscled barbarian ruthlessly fucking Mina. Once Mina came down from her orgasmic high, she collapsed sideways in a sweaty, heavy-breathing mess.
Girn quickly turned to Topaz, who got up on her hands and knees, her wet pussy staring back at him. Without a second thought, he grabbed at her hips and pulled her onto his cock again, burying his entire length inside her. She was quick to respond with load moans and shrieks of pleasure, which only made Girn want to fuck her harder. He put those thoughts into action, ravaging the pretty blonde's tight pussy with his thick cock, eliciting louder shrieks and rougher groans. The combined sensation of Topaz' pussy gripping down on his cock and Ruby roughly playing with herself beside them brought him close to the edge. Girn was so determined to cum that he didn't slow his pace a bit even as Topaz came on his cock. Her body shook, her pussy clamping down even tighter, and her shrieks reached a new high as her juices began to run down the length of his shaft. He was so focussed to cum that he didn't even hear the loud knocking on the bedroom door until an angry voice called out.