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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Girn sat in his favourite spot in the Full Tankard and finished draining a mug of tasteful dwarven stout. He reminded himself to tell Hans to keep selling it. It was probably expensive, like most dwarven craftmanship products, but it was an invaluable addition to the Tankard's assortment.
From outside he could hear the sound of hammers, saws, and chisels. The builders had been at work for weeks now, trying to restore the battle-scarred city to its former glory. Girn guessed that it would be many years before Yeledor truly recovered fully. But he wasn't an expert on cities. Still, he was not hugely troubled. Things had ended well. More or less.
He considered the losses. Ruby and Topaz were missing and had most likely been trapped in their house of pleasure before it had collapsed. Gullen had taken a sword to the belly and another strike had lobbed his head off while fighting in the invaders in the palace. Molly from the Buxom Beauty had been found bled out, throat cut from ear to ear. Iskander had been burnt to a crisp in the Great Hall by that sorcerous shaman. They had never found the goblin shaman, despite searching the palace from top to bottom. All that Magister Rebus - weakened from his battle - had found were some strange magical resonances in the privy. It had been assumed that the shaman had used magic to effect his escape.
But he shouldn't dwell on the negatives. There had been also a lot of positives following the rout of the goblin invaders. The king had been grateful, but there was not much he could do to reward a barbarian while so many more citizens had taken up arms in defence of the city. There had been many protestations of gratitude and sweet smiles of thanks. Many ladies had caressed his muscled arms as they proclaimed their thanks for rescuing them. Some were more forward in offering material rewards in the form of their bodies. Thinking back on it, Girn smiled at the sudden influx of propositions to share a bed. He was just glad the conflict with the goblins was finally, truly over.
Somewhere in the distance, temple bells rang. Of course, the priests were claiming that their particular gods had intervened to save Yeledor. Such was their way. Girn had seen precious little evidence that the immortal ones had acted to preserve Yeledor at all, but who was he to say? Perhaps they had been there, invisibly shielding the folk. Certainly Girn thought that he himself had been very lucky, but that was not due to interference of divine beings. It had been Magister Rebus that had saved his life. And Pazio had aided the magister's spell after the doctor had seen it buckling under the goblin shaman's onslaught. No, Girn wasn't going to give the gods any credit for preventing his death.
The gods had spared others though, he was willing to admit. Pazio and his wife, Rosalia, were safe, prospering even. Hans had survived clearing the battlements of greenskins and his tavern was now flourishing. Magister Rebus had recovered almost fully from his sorcerous battle with the shaman. Girn had been to see him several times since the fateful night, and the man looked as calm and cheerful as ever. One time, he had even accidentally walked in on Rebus enjoying himself with one of his rather busty caretakers. The arcane advisor to the king seemed as much an aficionado of the opposite sex as Girn was.
Girn looked towards the bar and watched Hans working. The ex-mercenary tavernkeeper had taken a nasty knock on the head, and his head was swathed in so many bandages that he looked like an Easterner, but he was still there behind the bar, pulling pints, broad smile on his face.
Girn thought about Mina. She had only left hours before the invasion had started. He hoped she had been far enough away by then to not be bothered by greenskins. He still missed her.
The tavern doors swung open and a messenger accompanied by two guards in the royal livery came in. With a flourish, the messenger offered Girn a scroll of parchment and the three men waited patiently for him to read it. Another bloody message, Girn thought, remembering all those written warnings about what the goblins were plotting. He had hoped to be rid of messages for a long time.
"Will you be accompanying us back to the palace?" the messenger inquired when Girn rolled up the parchment.
"I'm..." Girn started hesitantly. "Well, what the hell. Yes, I'll be joining you."
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No matter how many times Girn had visited the palace, he was still amazed at how lavishly every room, hall, and corridor was decorated.
Embellished braziers at the foot of each of the twelve ivory columns lit up every part of the vast hall. Together with a large, adorned mantlepiece at the far end, the hall was cast in warm yellows. The illustrations of historical events on the terraced ceiling danced in the flickering light while masterfully carved marble statues looked down upon the granite floor.
A violet rug splits the entire room in half from the iron-reinforced doors to the mantle while winged banners emblazoned with colourful shield of arms draped from the walls. Stained glass windows depicted important figures of the kingdom and were partly concealed by curtains coloured the same violet as the rug. The curtains were adorned with decorated tips and gilded linings.
Across the granite floor, hundreds of comfortable pillows of dark green and golden yellow were scattered. Seated among them were five ladies, raising wine glasses. Many empty bottles were discarded among the cushions. One woman stood up and walked to greet Girn.
"Well met, saviour of Yeledor. It's an honour to finally meet you," the lady welcomed him.
Behind her, the other women were becoming increasingly louder, casting looks at Girn, gesturing profusely, and mumbling amongst each other before bursting out in laughter.
Girn inclined his head. "Thank you. You're Lady Sybbil?" The woman nodded. "I received your message. I'm curious as to what you meant by reward." He took the note from behind the strap of his loincloth.
"Well, it's quite simple," Sybbil said, eyes penetrating his from beneath luscious lashes. "Me and my friends are the reward."
"Ha, I see," Girn smiled, "I thought it'd be something like this."
"You're not satisfied?" Lady Sybbil asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
Girn smirked, chuckling softly. "Only when you are."
"Oh, my," was all she managed before Girn picked her up and walked into the middle of the four other ladies. Girn put her carefully down on her knees, face resting at crotch height.
"Alright," he said, "nice to meet you fine ladies. I'll remind you my name is Girn so you know what to scream when I make you cum." The women giggled at his joke. "What are your names?"
They introduced themselves as Lady Milana, redhead with freckles and piercing blue eyes; Lady Demi, brunette with plump lips and a deep cleavage; Lady Piper, petite blonde with long, elegant legs; and Lady Annabel, raven-haired beauty that bit her lip and couldn't stop staring at Girn's loincloth. Lady Sybbil was still kneeling in front of him, hesitantly placing a hand on his thigh.
Demi and Piper snuggled tightly together and Milana and Annabel wasted little time in starting a chant and clap in unison, "Strip! Strip! Strip!"
All eyes were fixed on Girn. Sybbil placed a second hand and bent forward to pull loose the knot with her teeth. She pulled the loincloth off and threw it onto Demi's large bosom. His large, only half erect, cock was revealed and grew to its well-deserved glory in only a couple of heartbeats.
The ladies gasped and squealed. The petite Piper said, "We've seen you handle your massive weapon, but you have an even larger tool on you." It certainly seemed to please the women and without further comment they moved into a kind of "orgy mode", and Girn was eager to reap his reward.
Milana got on her knees next to Sybbil, but the beautiful blonde was first to put her lips on his cock, followed by the redhead's. Kissing both sides of his cock, they opened their mouths wide so that their lips connected around his girthy shaft. Looking down and seeing this was an exceptional sight to behold. Then, as Sybbil took the tip of his cock into her hungry mouth, he could feel Milana shift slightly and moments later felt her wet lips sucking on his balls.
Apart from the duo busying themselves with his cock and balls, there was another treat for Girn to observe. Over to his right on the cushions, Piper was gorging herself on Demi's now exposed breasts, licking, biting and chewing at them like a famished dog. There was however a look of ecstasy on Demi's face, indicating she clearly liked Piper's ravenous attack on her large tits.
This left Lady Annabel. She was gingerly stepping out of her dress and removing her tiny panties and, having caught Girn's eye, she carefully reached her hand down to her shaved pussy. Two fingers delved into the glistening folds between her lovely thighs. Girn took the time to study Annabel more carefully, but his eyes kept involuntarily closing as Sybbil's expert cock sucking and Milana fondling of his balls pleasured him immensely.
