This is the first in the series of adventures of Konnar the Barbarian in a world populated by magic, danger and demons but mostly big titted women eager to fuck! The emphasis is on the sex more than plot, I'll admit that!
Ideas for future stories/characters gratefully received!
Even if not stated, everyone involved is 18 at the very least.
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"Oh fuck me . . . fuck me you big dicked bastard!"
Konnar grinned at the woman who knelt in front of him on the bed. She pushed back against his every thrust, her firm round ass slapping against his belly as his thick cock slid deep inside her pussy. Her big tits swung gently beneath her as they fucked, her nipples grazing the bed covers. Holding her trim hips, he moved his prick in and out of her tight twat, going balls deep on every move.
"Fuck me . . . oh fuck that's good!" she moaned. As a whore she'd had countless men and knew all the right things to say but there was no need for her to lie now. It had been a year since Konnar had been through the village and when she'd seen him walk into the bar, she instantly forgot the man she'd been negotiating with and hurried over to the huge barbarian. For his part, Konnar only vaguely recalled the big titted woman he'd fucked the last time he'd been here, but he wasn't going to turn her down.
Ten minutes later and they'd been in her room, his shirt and chain mail jerkin tossed to one side, sword leant against the wall and his breeches round his ankles. Shannel, her flimsy dress pulled down to reveal her big, round tits, knelt in front of him, sucking and mouthing at his already half hard prick. Once it was hard enough, she'd crawled on to the bed and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Fuck me, Konnar," she'd ordered. "Fuck me hard."
As tall as he was, it was no problem for him to remain standing beside the bed and feed his big cock into her waiting, sopping pussy.
"Oh gods . . . fuck . . . gonna cum!" Shannel moaned, the barbarian's big dick thrusting deep inside her. "Fuck . . . making me cum!"
Konnar grabbed her hips and kept fucking her as she dropped her head onto the bed, her body shaking as she came, her pussy muscles tightening around his prick. She sighed in pleasure, smiling as he moved his big dick in and out, easing her though her orgasm. No other man or woman had ever made her cum as quick or as hard and she thanked the gods that had brought him back to the village.
Slowly, Konnar drew his length out of her cunt and rolled her over on to her back before climbing on to the bed. As he straddled her, Shannel smiled up at him and cupped her huge tits, knowing just what he wanted. Holding her big jugs together, she purred as he slid his prick, slick with her juices, into her cleavage, tit fucking her slowly, the bulbous head of his cock jutting out from her tits.
"Cum for me, Konnar," she sighed. "Give me your cum."
The barbarian smiled down at her, speeding up his thrusts, staring at her tits all the while until, with a gasp, his prick lurched and spat out a huge rope of spunk. It shot out of his knob and lay in a heavy line from her forehead, across one eye and her cheek, down to her jaw line. In no time at all it was joined by another, and another, his prick lurching between her jugs time and again, coating her in wads of jism. Letting her tits fall, she grabbed his cock with one hand, lifting her head up, and clamped her lips around his knob, murmuring in delight as he continued cumming, spurting a large amount of cum straight down her throat.
"Damn, girl," he laughed, watching as she swallowed as quickly as she could before having to lay back and let his dick pop out of her mouth, still cumming, her hand coaxing more of his jizz out and on to her face and tits. As he finally stopped spurting, she idly used his cock to move the spunk over her face and into her mouth, slurping down as much as she could.
"Mmmmm, gods that's good," she sighed as he moved off her and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. He watched her use her fingers to scoop up as much of his jizz as she could before licking them clean. She looked over at him, rubbing a few spots of cum into her large tits. "Can I persuade you to stay the night?" she asked.
Konnar laughed.
"That's tempting, lass," he said. "But I fear you may wear me and my wallet out. Plus I have to meet someone soon."
Shannel crawled over, between his outstretched legs and took hold of his still hard cock.
"If you stay, I'll let you cram this big fuck stick up my ass," she said, bending her head and licking at his knob. "I remember how much you liked doing that last time you were here. I'll even give you a discount." She laughed as she felt his prick swell at the idea.
Konnar grinned. "I'm here on business, Shannel, and can't delay any longer, mores the pity. But once my work is done, I'll have money enough to come back and ream your asshole all night long." With no little regret, he lifted her head up from his prick and slid off the bed, picking up his clothes and dressing.
Shannel pouted in disappointment. She knew the barbarian's reputation was made of not only his love of women and fighting but also his commitment to his word. If he had come to the village for a job, he would have to see it through.
"Oh very well," she said, watching him dress. "But you better come back with some money if you want my ass."
Konnar laughed again and left the room.
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The house of Aiden was a small affair, making Konnar doubt whether he had made the right decision in taking on the job. He had been contacted a week before and promised a huge sum of money, 5,000 crowns, for what appeared to be a simple bodyguard job. Looking at the small house, though, he wondered if his employer, Aiden, had the money to pay him. Sat in the lowly building with the middle aged man who appeared to be dirt poor, Konnar damned his own greed for agreeing to the job before meeting him in person.
"I am sorry, but I cannot pay you in advance," the man said when Konnar made his concerns known. "But once you return, I can pay you the 5,000 crowns and more."
"Return? I thought I would be guarding you on your journey somewhere."
"Not I, sir, but my daughter, Kloe." He clapped his hands and, from the other room, his daughter walked in. She was small, perhaps only five feet tall, and wore a silken gown that clung to her every curve like a second skin. Konnar's eyes went wide as he took in those curves: her trim hips belied a pert, round ass; her tiny waist looked almost too small to be real; and her tits, emphasised by her small stature, were easily as large as her head. Long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and she smiled at him, her features flawless. His doubts about the job quickly vanished.
"I will not lie to you, sir," Aiden said. "I know your reputation as both a fighter and as a womaniser. Nor am I blind; I know Kloe is desirable to other men. She has never known a man, however. It is imperative that she remain a virgin, sir. I cannot stress this enough."
Konnar looked between the man and his daughter, cursing his libido. To him, a woman who looked as fuckable as she did should be fucked as often as possible.
"I need you to accompany Kloe to the temple of Valary in the town of Mondon to the south. There she will . . . procure an artefact for me. Return here with both Kloe and the artefact and you will receive your payment."
"Please help us, Konnar," Kloe said. "We know you are a man of your word and that we can trust you."
The large barbarian growled, torn between his lust and his honour.
"Very well," he said reluctantly. "You have my word. When shall we leave?"
"Speed is of the essence, sir," Aiden said. "I had hoped you would arrive sooner. As it is, I shall need Kloe and the artefact back by the evening of the day after tomorrow at the latest."
"It's dangerous to be out at night if we can avoid it," Konnar said. "If we leave first thing in the morning, we can be in the town in late afternoon, you can do what you need to and then we can leave the following morning. I'm sure we can find lodge at some inn for the night."
"There might be a slight problem there, sir." Aiden said. "The artefact that Kloe will procure is something that the townspeople will not give up willingly."
"So we'll have to leave the town at some speed and camp overnight?" Konnar said with a grin. "It's not the best idea but we should be safe enough. I have a tent and camping equipment on my horse so we won't have to ride through the night."
Aiden bristled at the idea. "I would prefer it if you had two tents, sir," he said.
"I have given my word that your daughter's virginity is safe from me," Konnar said, though wished he had not, casting his gaze over her luscious body once more.
"Fine, then you shall leave in the morning. Stay here for the night; I can let you sleep in my room and I shall take the floor in Kloe's."
Despite Konnar's protests -- thinking as he was of Shannel back at the bar -- Aiden insisted that he spend the night there. During a fitful night's sleep in a bed that was too small for his large frame, Konnar dreamt he heard moans and sighs of lovemaking coming from the room shared by Aiden and his daughter but in his half awake state, put it down to simply fantasies brought on by the gorgeous young woman and his session with Shannel earlier that evening.
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They left the next morning, each astride their own horse, Kloe dressed more appropriately for riding in leather breeches and a jacket that struggled to contain her large breasts. Making good time, they stopped beneath the wide branches of a tree to eat a simply lunch in the shade.
"May I ask you something, Konnar?" Kloe said. "How many men have you killed?"
Konnar shrugged.
"I've never kept count. I've been a warrior since I was a teenager younger than you. In my tribe, the men are taught to fight and kill at an early age. I've been in wars as a soldier and a mercenary. If I can avoid it I will, but I'll not run from it."
Kloe nodded. "And how many women have you fucked?"
Konnar coughed and spluttered over his food, surprised at the question, making her laugh.
