Prologue - Kalliya
Kalliya leaned against the open window sill, her naked, coffee brown skin pressed against the cool grey stone, long black hair tugged gently by the breeze. Behind her she could hear the sharp staccato of the demon Gaermeon's hooves on the tower's wooden floor as she moved behind her. Ahead of her, through the window, she had an amazing view of the rusty orange plains stretching northwards, shrouded by a haze of heat and blowing dust. Feeling the warmth of the demon's presence on her exposed buttocks and thighs, she spread her long, smooth legs, presenting her dripping quim, the movement making her lush, sweat beaded breasts push against the masonry of the window ledge. She felt the blunt, hot head of the demon's horse like phallus caress her pussy lips and warm, slimy pre-cum smeared against them. A low moan escaped her lips as the wide cock pushed inside her. In her mind's eye she could see the hefty, veiny, purple penis pushing into her cunt, stretching it delectably, even as she felt inch upon inch of the meaty tool slide into her.
"I do so enjoy these meetings of ours," said the Gaermeon, her husky, honey warm voice washing over Kalliya even as the hermaphroditic demon's massive cock hilted itself in the dusky magician's dripping pussy.
Kalliya could only reply with a satisfied grunt as she felt the demon's overly-ample bosom and hard, pierced nipples mash against her back.
"So what was it you wished to discuss?" enquired Gaermeon, the ess sounds spilling sibilantly from her long, forked tongue as she began to gently hump her oversized cock into Kalliya's tight, wet hole.
Panting slightly as the demon began to fuck her rhythmically, Kalliya responded, "Well, I, uh, think I, uh, may have, uh, found some, uh, clues to, uh, the loca-uh-tion of the, uh, artifact, uh, we seek."
The heat radiating from Gaermeon's skin was intoxicating, causing Kalliya to sweat heavily. When the demon lifted her heavy tits from the mage's back, the breeze coming through the window tickled deliciously across her damp skin. Kalliya felt the demon's claw fingered hands grasp her ass-cheeks, pulling them apart as she began to thrust her purple skinned cock more vigorously into Kalliya's spread pussy.
Kalliya's bountiful ass rippled with the impact of Gaermeon's hips as the demon picked up the pace of their rutting, "It's in the, uh, eastern reaches," the mage continued, "Rumour, uh, has it that, uh, there's a tribe, uh, of orcs there, uh, that worship it, uh, as some sort, uh, of religious artifact."
"Well, well," came the nectar dripping voice in reply, "we shall have to send someone after it. I presume you can put together a competent retrieval operation?"
Gaermeon's smooth, cum-heavy ballsack slapped against Kalliya's erect clit as the demon continued to plow her cock in and out of the magician's cream dripping cunny. Every time the hefty globes smacked into her pleasure button a jolt of ecstasy shivered through the properly mounted mage. Drops of sweat trickled down Kalliya's cleavage to splatter on the floor and the stone of the window sill.
"I think, uh, I can, uh, do that, uh. Do you, uh, need me, uh, here or, uh, should I, uh, go along?"
"As much as I enjoy the pleasure of your company, my dear Kalliya, I feel you should probably attend to this task yourself. We wouldn't any mistakes to be made, now would we?" The demon leaned over the mage as she spoke the final sentence, pressing her ample bosom against Kalliya's naked back once more while reaching her clawed hands around the mage to wrap her in a hot embrace. As the demon's claws caressed her skin, a momentous climax tore through her pleasure wracked body.
"Ahhh, yes mistress!" was all Kalliya could manage as she slumped down from the window to collapse face down on the floor, ass raised.
Gaermeon repositioned herself above the quivering mage's prone form, gripping her turgid shaft in a purple, clawed hand and rubbing it between Kalliya's upraised butt-cheeks. Her spade tipped tail lashed the air in pleasure.
"Now, my dear, where would you like to receive my seed? Your cunt? Or did you want it in your scrumptious, tight, little asshole again?"
Chapter 1 - Bann
When the sun crested the valley walls and shone through the windows of the longhouse, Bann was already awake. As his fellow clan members arose and rubbed the sleep from their eyes, he was already strapping on his leather jerkin and lacing up his fur boots. He hadn't managed to get much sleep that night, his stomach churning and twisting into knots of anxiety over the day ahead of him - today was the day of the Clan Games, when the warriors would be chosen for the warbands of the summer to come, and Bann was going to be vying for a place in his first raiding party. Son of two clan thanes, both of whom had given their lives for the honour of the clan during raids in the south, Bann was anxious to prove himself worthy of their legacy. As the snows receded up the valley, chased by the spring wildflowers, he'd doubled his efforts during training and sharpened his axe 'till it gleamed. Last night, the other clans had arrived; the centaurs of Clans Running Grass and Rolling Rock and the barbarians of Clan Kolgannis had set camp just outside the palisade gates of the village of Koltar. Today the warbands would be formed and the raiding routes decided.
Bann was anxious, but he was confident. He felt good and fit - he could jog the length of the valley without pause, and had made the 10 league journey countless times over the previous year to end up gazing at the grass plains that stretched off to the southern horizon. His axe-work had improved too - he could split log in one stroke and was skilled enough to even have bested old Hemming One-Eye on two occasions. Archery was his weakest discipline, but even so he could send an arrow out to two hundred and twenty paces and hit a target reliably at fifty. As he strapped on his armour, picked up his axe and shield and grabbed his bow, Bann tried to quell his anxiety. He would be chosen. He had to be chosen.
Around the young warrior, the rest of the longhouse inhabitants were rousing from their furs to begin the day. The double doors at the end of the hall opened and in came the cook Hodvar, with a cart full of rashers of bacon and fresh bread. In the morning gloom he could see old Frida stirring the fires up with her one good arm. Here and there soft grunts and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh could be heard as some of the clan warriors had a quick fuck before breakfast.
Thinking he might get a bit of last minute practice at the archery butts before the games began, Bann nicked a loaf of bread from Hodvar's cart by the great fire as he headed for the doors. Near the door he passed the furs where his friend Hedda slept. Strong, beautiful and blonde, Hedda was a clan spearmaiden, four years his senior and veteran of many raids already and Bann had a tremendous crush on her. This morning she was on her hands and knees, large round breasts swinging in the morning air while Jon, her shield bearer, mounted and fucked her from behind. Noticing Bann heading for the door, the blue eyed lass looked up and gave him a smile and a wink while Jon gave him a thumbs up.
'That lucky bastard', thought Bann as he stepped outside, his cock hardening under his kilt.
The archery butts were just outside the back gate to the village and Bann munched on his loaf of bread as he made his way there. After a quick stop by the fletcher to grab a quiver of arrows for his short bow, he was out the gate and standing at the fifty pace marker in front of the hay targets. With anxious flutters in his stomach and a morning hard-on to contend with, Bann's shooting was worse than usual. He grunted in frustration and tried to focus, but still his arrows flew wide.
Concentrating as he was, he was startled when a woman's voice spoke from behind him, "You'd do better if you drew your bow with both arms instead of holding your left arm so rigid."
