Author's Note: So this is actually closer to the stories I originally wanted to write, it just took two stories worth of set-up to get here. Basically our barbarian hero goes on an erotic adventure with a sexy woman. They fight monsters and explore dungeons with lots of rough sex and kinkiness thrown in. So expect this kind of thing going forward. Also our new character is based off a popular video game protagonist, if you guess who you win... an orgasm, hopefully.
On the road south from Dartha
Thanegar of Thyria, barbarian and adventurer, trod the hard packed road with a smile on his face. Thyrians were not normally given to outward displays of happiness, a grim and dour people were they. However, the previous night had been one Thanegar would remember for years to come. Filled with salacious women, strong drink, and kinky sex, had it been. To top off a night spent reaping all the filthy pleasures of civilization; a beautiful queen had tasked him to find an even more beautiful princess who, apparently, would be all too eager to bounce on his cock like his personal fuck doll. Perhaps then, the smile crossing his lips, as his long powerful legs carried him one giant stride at a time towards the Lands of Dark Sorcery, could be forgiven.
Though he had only been walking for a day, the southern road was already becoming distinctly less traveled and more treacherous. This too was cause for Thanegar's lightheartedness, civilizations were fun things to play in, and often more fun to sack and pillage, but staying in them long could quickly drive a man mad. Better was the savage wilderness where, if he was strong enough, a man could take what he wished and be governed by no laws save those of the blade. With this thought, Thanegar allowed his left hand to rest on the pommel of the longsword he had taken from King Orthos' armory along with a steel battle helm, green traveling cloak, bag of silver coins, and a potion of healing. That was all the equipment, beyond a few provisions, he would carry into the wild. Armor was a fine thing if a fight was imminent, but he would need to walk for days across rough country and a thick set of plate or shirt of mail would sap his strength over time.
Like always, Thanegar's hugely muscled torso was open to the sunlight and wind, which over his many years of adventure had tanned and toughened the barbarian's flesh into a brown hide that stretched taught over a rippling physique. Little to Thanegar's knowledge, his heroic figure was being appreciated by an onlooker hiding in a crop of trees along the road side. The figure was feminine with a lithe body accentuated by a shapely ass, long legs with well defined calves and thighs, and two 36D breasts which gave the woman an eye-wateringly perfect hourglass figure. She wore a small shirt of chain mail and tiny brown leather shorts, which were barely larger than panties. On her back she carried a bow and quiver and on each hip was a sheathed dagger, the ends of which were secured by straps across her bare thighs, which tantalizingly mimicked garters. The stealthy woman had been following Thanegar since he left Dartha, and as she had watched his muscular body move, panther-like, under the sun she couldn't ignore a twinge in her pussy, and a growing wet spot in her shorts.
One Day Later
The sun was setting and Thanegar was looking for a place to make camp for the night when grunts and yelps activated his lightning quick reflexes. With a flash the longsword was out of its scabbard and held before the barbarian in a low guard. From either side of him charged four hulking orcs with gaping maws shouting foul words and murderous threats. Each orc was a mound of muscle and fat with crude cleavers and machetes held in ham-like hands. They came at Thanegar in a disorganized rush with one slightly out-pacing the others. Thanegar stepped into the brute's charge and with a slash of his long blade sliced the orc's belly wide open sending it squealing to its knees. The next two came on at once, Thanegar blocked one overhanded attack with his sword and pivoted. Kicking hard he took the other charging orc behind the knee with his shin and it collapsed in a sprawling heap. The fourth seemed to have lost its nerve and wasn't charging alongside kin. Thanegar used the moment of breathing room to riposte the attack he had blocked and stab his sword into the ribs of the orc he was locked in combat with, piercing its heart and lungs. With a second greenskin dispatched Thanegar strode toward the one he'd tripped and raised his great blade high, with a mighty whoosh the orc's head tumbled from its shoulders. Turning to face the final attacker, Thanegar was bowled off his feet and sent spinning onto the ground.
Apparently, seeing his chance, the final orc had rushed the barbarian warrior from behind and caught him unaware. Before even hitting the ground Thanegar was rolling to right himself. He landed in a crouch, with blade held high and ready for battle he stood to meet the next charge, but it didn't come. The final orc collapsed to the ground with an arrow protruding from its neck, and black blood spurting from the wound. Thanegar swept his sword around to see a stunningly sexy woman emerge from a rocky outcropping, bow in hand. Thanegar liked what he saw. She had chocolate brown hair tied back in a long braid, and a beautiful face with green eyes, fine cheekbones, and big puffy lips that he thought would look good around his cock. Her hips swayed as she walked into view, and her armor didn't quite manage to hide her impressive bust.
"Are you the one they call Thanegar the barbarian, who comes from the land of Thyria?" She asked
"You already know that I am, you have been following since I left the city gates." Thanegar stated evenly, enjoying how her eyes widened with surprise at the revelation she wasn't as stealthy as she believed she was.
"I... I wish to join you. You are going to rescue Princess Valerie. I will accompany you, I'm one of the best thieves in the Four Kingdoms. Some call me The White Cat. Perhaps you've heard of me?" The woman said falteringly, she tried to thrust her chest out with confidence, but all it did was show off her breasts even more.
Thanegar walked towards the sexy brunette. "The White Cat is called Ivana Rosario, she has hair the color of fresh fallen snow, eyes of ice blue, and she would kill you in a heartbeat if she knew you were using her name. I should know, I've had my manhood buried in her tight pussy several times." Thanegar now stood in arms reach of the woman, who held her bow limply at her side, clearly intimidated by the large man. "Who are you really?"
"My name is Laura Horcroft. I am a burglar and thief... and an accomplished one at that. I really do wish to help you rescue the princess."
"How do you know my errand, it was meant to be a secret."
"Well I was blow...um talking with one of the guards who brought you in to see the king and he was bragging about how they caught a Thyrian. Everyone knows the princess is missing, it was not hard to deduce they intended for an adventurer like you to go looking for her.
"HA! Caught me did they? City guards barely know how to catch colds." Thanegar laughed at weak men who needed to bend truths for their ego's sake. "Why would you wish to help me? Not enough jewels to steal in the city?"
"No, plenty of jewels, and I've no trouble stealing them." Laura bit her lower lip and couldn't make eye contact with Thanegar. "The Horcrofts used to be a wealthy family of some nobility, but our money and respect was squandered years ago. I've been forced to become a rogue to keep myself in enough coin to eat and sleep with a roof overhead. Much shame could be undone if I could take part in rescuing the Princess of Dartha."
"That is much closer to the truth for sure." Thanegar said. "However, you are no true adventurer, maybe you pilfered a coin purse or two, but I'd wager you made your coin on the street a different way. That guard who told you of taking me to see the king, I'd wager he caught you robbing some poor sod in an alley and you bought your freedom with your lovely mouth. When he bragged to you of his exploits, while you were on your knees, you saw a chance at glory" Thanegar said with a knowing smirk.
Laura stared up at the brazen man aghast. He had found her out without even trying. "How did you... could you know?" She asked
"Your armor was the chief giveaway," He said, placing his hands on the collar of Laura's mail shirt and ripping downward. The flimsy rings burst and her naked breasts popped into the setting sunlight, erect nipples jutting outward from the stimulation.
Laura gasped "You tore it with your bare hands." Despite her awe, she couldn't hide the edge of horniness from her voice at being manhandled and stripped by the handsome barbarian. "The smith I got this from swore it was made of elven-steel rings. He only traded it to me after I let him and his apprentices take turns fucking me." In Laura's shock, she'd said more than she'd intended to.
"HaHaHa," Thanegar roared with laughter, "if a man had a shirt of elven mail he'd not be peddling kitchen knives, he'd be deciding which city he'd like to buy. This is but costume armor, he probably threw it together from slag for a bard's troupe. Though, you should be on the lookout for some real armor." Thanegar said, as he reached out and took hold of Laura's breasts, and squeezed them firmly. "Amble as these are, they will not cushion the blow from a broadsword or battleaxe."
"Oh my!" Laura closed her eyes as the barbarian messaged her boobs in his strong hands, when she opened them again she looked at him with desperation. "Please Thanegar of Thyria, take me with you. I'll serve you in any way that I can on your journey. It's true I'm not a real adventurer, but there is no man in Dartha who doesn't love the feel of my wet pussy around his cock and I can suck for hours without coming up for air. Take me with you and let me share in but a modicum of the glory to redeem my family name and I'll be your personal slut until you grow bored of stretching my little holes."
