Mark the Adventurer: born into a primitive barbarian village in the frozen north, Mark was banished from his home for ravishing too many women, killing too many men, and generally just causing too much trouble. He has been a wanderer ever since, making money as a thief, mercenary, and monster slayer. He is extremely selfish and hedonistic, thinking only of immediate gratifications without any thought of future consequences, a trait which has lead him to both fortune and ruin many times. He was born with an extremely large penis (which lead to accusations that his mother had copulated with a horse) that has proven to be his ultimate weapon. He is rather short, greatly muscled, with rough but boyish looks, and spiky brown hair.
Cadence Cupidia de Eros: The youngest daughter of the Emperor of Cytheria, she has been mostly ignored by her siblings because she is so far down the line of succession. Although very kind and compassionate by nature, Cadence is EXTREMELY naive and gullible, which has proven to be her fatal flaw. She lived a very sheltered life until Mark the Adventurer broke into her father's palace and kidnapped her after it was discovered that Mark and the Empress Tamora, her mother, were having an affair. Mark easily pressured Cadence into becoming his girlfriend/sex-slave, and has since been complicit in most of his adventures, using her healing magic to keep Mark on his feet during tough battles. Although shy and proper by nature, a secret part of her craves to be a slut and loves being treated as such by Mark. She is rather short, very curvy, has short messy blonde hair, freckles, and is always blushing.
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Mark the Adventurer was doing what he usually did when he couldn't find some slut to spread her legs for him; he was masturbating. He couldn't help it, he simply needed to ejaculate once or twice a day or otherwise he'd become uncontrollably aggressive and horny, which always lead to problems. Every week this happened to him. He'd get horny, his massive cock would spring up like a devil's horn, and then Goddess help whatever poor living thing crossed his path, because if it had a hole Mark would fuck it, and if it didn't have a hole Mark would make one.
Mark was doing his best to alleviate his condition as both of his strong hands stroked his massive cock with enough force to strangle a python, but no matter how hard he flogged himself he just couldn't get his dragon to spew. He gave up for a minute to catch his breath, and to wipe away the sheen of sweat that covered his naked body. He was lying in the shade, under a tree, in what appeared to be a private garden he had unintentionally trespassed into. Although only about five feet high, Mark was a solid mass of muscle bursting with an infinite supply of vitality. His cock was just over a foot long, 1/5th his total height, and it was sticking up into that air arrogantly, as if declaring its lordship over him. The monstrous thing was so thick he could barely get his own hands around it, but he struggled to do so, because he needed to cum if he wanted to go back into the village without endangering the locals.
What few pieces of armor and weapons he had were piled up behind the tree. Naked, he sat in the shade, fervently urging his monstrous muscle to release itself of its poison, but it was being just as stubborn as he was. Mark's cock didn't just want to shoot out its massive load of barbarian-baby-batter, it wanted a pussy, a mouth, an ass, or at least a big pair of tits to be smothered between. Mark's cock didn't want a pair of rough hands.
Mark lowered the plum-sized head to his mouth and began licking it. His cock was so long and his muscular torso so short that he could easily suck himself off, and he did so, twirling his tongue into the slit of his one-eyed dragon, teasing it into submission.
He was ready to go find Cadence, his traveling companion, and just bang the living daylights out of her again, but he had promised to give her little pink cunt a week off to recover from the string of brutal copulations they had enjoyed the days prior. Cadence was a petite little girl, once a princess of the powerful kingdom of Cytheria before Mark kidnapped her, and any more poundings from his foot long battering-ram were likely going to impair her ability to walk. Right now she was off in some other part of the garden, playing with the paint set she had bought in town.
Mark was about to finish himself off by inserting a finger up his tight asshole and tickling his prostate, but just then he heard the sound of people talking. The sound of women talking!
"And do you know what happened then, mother?" a young sweet voice said.
"No, my sweet, what happened?" an older, more matronly voice asked.
"The princess kissed the frog and he became a handsome prince, and then they lived happily ever after!"
Mark crawled over on his hands and knees, dragging his iron-hard cock through the grass like a plow, to get a better look at that two women who had interrupted him. He could see them through the bushes, and they were mouthwatering.
Clearly a mother and daughter, they were each icons of sexuality in their own ways. The younger girl couldn't have been more than one or two summers past her eighteenth year, but her body was tall, slender, and nubile. Peach skin, long silver hair, and a tight little ass that was just begging to be split open. She was not wearing much clothing, only a few pieces of white lingerie that left her pink nipples totally exposed, and her little cunt was hidden behind an almost transparent white thong.
Her mother, a woman in her mid forties, was also dressed in similar negligee. A white corset pushed up her mountainous breasts and her thigh-high white leather boots accentuated her plump round ass. Her hair was done up in a heavy bun, and it was all silver.
Mark's cock was getting so hard that it began to dig into the ground, and he salivated with insane lust. This was not the first time he had seen women in such a state though. The small kingdom he was in (Vulvia or Alusia or something like that) was a culture of sensuality and the erotic arts. Men and women who had come of age would shamelessly flaunt their perfect bodies in public, and orgies were a common social gathering. Theoretically it should have been a perfect place for a barbarian like Mark to get pussy and ass at every turn, but it wasn't.
The Vulvians or Alusians (or whatever they were called) were snobby and racist to the extreme. Their sexual acts could get depraved and dirty, to be sure, but they was always very polite and organized. Everything had a certain way of being done, a certain number of stupid rules that had to be followed in polite society. That was not the kind of sex Mark had. Mark fucked pussy like he was trying to kill it. Mark fucked girls so hard they'd lose their short-term memories. Mark fucked like sex was warfare. Mark fucked while dripping with sweat and mud and whatever fluids his lovers dripped onto him. Mark was dirty, and this kingdom did not welcome dirty.
"Mother, do you think if I catch a frog and kiss him that he'll become a handsome prince, and he'll take me away to his island, where we'll make passionate love forever and ever." The girl was wiggling her perfect little ass excitedly, only a few feet away from where Mark was hiding. He could smell her. She smelled sweet.
"Ivorline, don't act so childish. You're old enough to know that in real life men are nothing but disappointments. Besides, your father sees fit to marry you off to the Prince of Ludzel, the red headed one."
The childish twenty-something made a gagging noise. "But mother! I don't want to marry that gross little loser. He isn't even pure-blooded, I hear he had an elf for a great-grandmother. You're the Queen, you should be able to fix me a better mate. Preferably, someone handsome . . . and rich . . . with a really big cock."
The mother--The Queen!--Mark realized, sighed. "My dear, sweat, stupid little Ivorline, marriage has nothing to do with looks or wealth or cock-size. Marriages are political, nothing more. Besides, if you want a big cock you can always have an affair with one of the slaves. That's what I do."
"You're right," the daughter admitted. The two woman embraced one another, the mother's gigantic breasts smothering her daughter's budding nips, and Mark's cock almost broke in half when he saw them kiss. It was not a motherly kiss, it was an erotic kiss. Their tongues wrestled, and Mark could hear the daughter whining a little in sexual frustration when the mother pulled away.
"I'm going to bathe," the Queen said. "You may join me if you wish, but I'll want to judge how your erotic studies are coming along, so that little tongue of yours better be ready, because my rose is itching to be licked."
The daughter moaned happily and the two walked hand in hand to a large marble fountain that was situated in the middle of the garden, in a spot where the trees had been cleared so the sun could warm the water. The women discarded their clothing in slow, sensual motions, as if they knew they were being watched. Noblewomen acted that way, Mark knew, because the liked being watched, and so every moment must be a performance.
