Wayfarer

A rising adventurer and his shield-maiden search for glory.

Magnus leapt back as his opponent swung their greatsword at him in a vicious horizontal slash. His opponent missed him and staggered from the exertion, their sword sagging slightly as they caught their breath. Exploiting the opening, Magnus leapt towards his opponent and smashed his shield into their face. They stumbled back, but caught themselves as their plate mail groaned from the exertion. The warrior was almost as tall as him, and their plate mail was painted a vivid metallic blue, with intricate silver patterned edges. Their helmet obscured their face, and it resembled the visage of a stern guardian. Their sword was a long blade with wickedly serrated edges. Their armor was heavy but the warrior moved skillfully in it, and they stood still and studied him for a moment.

Magnus was wearing a full set of unpainted scale mail armor, scale gauntlets and scale boots, as well as a horned helmet, also unpainted. His shield resembled a slab of metal more than a finely crafted shield, while his sword was similarly crude, resembling a machete with a notched hook on the unsharpened edge. Magnus spun the sword in his hand, a flashy maneuver to irritate his opponent. The warrior stomped the ground in response, then swung their sword in a mock hacking motion, aimed at Magnus's head.

The warrior rushed towards Magnus again, sword raised with both hands and he nimbly sidestepped the overhead swing. The warrior immediately swiped at him horizontally, but Magnus had already retreated and the attack hit nothing. Using this miss as an opportunity, Magnus rushed in to strike as they recovered, but the warrior reacted faster than he'd anticipated and smashed the pommel of their sword into his right shoulder. Pain exploded through him as the hit dented his armor and he was shoved to the ground. The warrior delivered a swift kick to his back as he hit the ground and Magnus rolled away using the momentum but failed to put enough distance between them.

The warrior attempted to finish him with a wild one handed slash, but Magnus was ready. He raised his shield to block the blow and leaned into it. The sword and his shield met with a deafening clang and Magnus felt the painful vibrations run through his body. But they affected his opponent even worse, and the sword dropped from their grasp as they reeled with pain. Magnus closed the gap and delivered a kick to their shoulder, and the warrior clattered to the ground. The warrior landed on their side and rolled onto their back to see Magnus looming over them, his sword aimed at their throat.

"I win." He said, planting his sword in the ground.

The warrior removed their helmet, slowly and obviously tired. They undid their topknot, and long blonde hair spilled from the helmet as the warrior sat up. The woman shook her head and scowled at Magnus. "You didn't fight fair." said Alva as she pushed her hair back. "You just avoided me until I got tired. There's no honor in that."

Magnus shrugged and offered her his hand. "There's no honor in losing." She rolled her eyes then took his hand. He pulled her to her feet and they both grunted from the effort and fatigue from their sparring. She took a moment to stretch and he retrieved her sword, and handed it to her, handle first.

"Thank you, my liege." She said, taking it and strapping it to her back.

"You fight like a berserker." He said as he gathered the bags they had brought with them from camp.

She shot him a quizzical look. "And that makes me inferior?"

He raised his hand in surrender. "No. No. I didn't say that. You were the best in your village. It just means you fight in a rage. You get tired. Careless." She threw a pebble at his head and it bounced off his helmet with a metallic clang. Magnus smiled despite himself and turned away from her, trying to hide it. He was too slow, and she hurled another pebble at the back of his head.

"I fight like my ancestors." She said as she stalked towards him. She stood before him and glared at him.

He couldn't help but grin audaciously, and playfully poked her nose. "And I want you to fight better." He said. He patted her on the head and knelt down to finish packing.

Her expression softened and she laughed. "That would have made any lesser man quake in terror."

Magnus shrugged. "You don't scare me. You're too adorable." She sighed and picked up some bags.

He gestured toward their camp and they began the walk back. Magnus walked beside her as they strolled, admiring her features in her post battle radiance. Alva was tall, and her blonde hair was long enough to nearly reach partway down her back. She had piercing blue eyes and her skin was pale except for lips that were full and pink. Her heavy armor was perfectly shaped to accentuate her generous breasts and although the shape of her armor hid the shape of her rear, it still showed how large it was.

"I assume we'll continue north? Until we hit the mountains? Then go east to the coast I hope." She said as she looked west towards the setting sun. A full moon rose in the east.

Magnus continued to admire her. "Yes," he said, only half paying attention, "That's the plan. Lots to see and do along the way."

She noticed him staring and she blushed, then gave him a playful shove. "You're staring again Magnus."

"How could I not?" He asked as he put his arm around her and pulled her close, their armor scraping. "I'm so incredibly lucky to have the most beautiful shield-maiden in the world at my side."

He had won ownership of her just a week ago, in a ritual battle against her father. He had visited her village on his aimless travels seeking glory, and instantly became smitten with her beauty and battle prowess. He had challenged her father for her hand and defeated the hulking warrior. With narrow dodges and deflections he had worn the man down and finished him with a shield bash. Though the battle was to be to the death, he had spared her father, placing the man in his debt.

He used this debt to secure a fine set of armor for her and a generous gift of supplies for the road. They had departed the village just two days ago heading north, after five days of partying and gladiatorial combat. It would have been proper to made love to her in the village to confirm their bond, but he had waited. She had confirmed she was still a virgin, and after defeating her three time in sparring, now was the time to take her.

"I will take you tonight. Under the full moon. We shall fuck like animals in the forest. It will be beautiful." He whispered into her ear as they walked.

She smiled. "I would hope so. You defeated me three times. I'd let any man who defeated me once have his way with me. I was worried you would never cement our bond."

"Just wanted to make my skills clear. Besides, there's no reason to rush into something that will be so important." His hand slid down to her butt and patted the plate armor.

"They are. I have been wet since we left the village. I am quite looking forward to my first experience."

"Let us have a fine feast for dinner and then it will commence."

***

The sun had set, and the forest was quiet in the chilly fall air. Their camp was in a small clearing, filled with patches of wolfsbane, snapdragon and other wildflowers. The tent was erected off to the side with supplies, armor and weapons piled up neatly. A bonfire roared in the center of the clearing.

They had enjoyed a meal of grilled pheasant, which Magnus had caught and Alva had cooked with spices from her village. Grilled sweet corn was eaten for dessert and washed with two bottles of mead each. They had both eaten nude, and now reclined on blankets across the fire from one another.

Magnus's nine inch cock throbbed with lust as he admired Alva. His body was fit and tanned, and his blonde hair was short and swept back. Alva was opposite him, and her legs were spread wide to reveal her glistening cunt, wet with desire. Her breasts were large and her nipples were erect from the chill and her lust. Her eyes were locked on his member and a sly smile was painted on her face. Without a word he motioned for her to come to him. She crawled on all fours and stopped next to him. Instinctively, one hand began to feel his abs, and the other grasped his cock.

"It's amazing." She said breathlessly. Her hand grasping his cock moved slightly up and down, while precum leaked out in response. Magnus leaned forward and kissed her, hard and passionately. It was clumsy at first but there their tongues intertwined and the kisses grew more and more intense. All the while, Alva fumbled with his cock and moaned in growing pleasure.

Maginus pulled away and smiled. "Let's begin." He reached up and gently pushed her head down towards his cock. She reluctantly let go and opened her mouth. Slightly hesitant, she slowly enveloped his cock in her mouth. The warm, wet sensation was incredible and Magnus fell back into a patch of wolfsbane, groaning with delight, and with his hand still on her head he began to mover her head up and down. She understood quickly and bobbed her head on her own, sucking in his cock eagerly. Magnus lay in ecstasy on his back as his shield-maiden pleasured him, and he used one hand to grope her breasts and the other to guide her motions.

After a few moments he felt his orgasm erupt and with both hands he forced her head down into cock, all the way to his groin and fired his seed deep into her throat. She didn't even gag or struggle as his cock pumped cum into her. Suddenly, she began to moan and with a wail, a spray of wetness leaked from her cunt and she went limp. He pulled her off his cock and laid her back. Here eyes were rolled back and she fingered herself violently as her orgasm raged.

After a few moments she came down form her ecstasy enough to speak. "Was that it?" She wiped his cum off her lips and took a chug of water.

"No, it gets better. Far batter." Magnus scooped her up, carrying her toward their tent. He alternated between deep passionate kissing and sucking on her breasts and he held her, as as he walked and she moaned in pleasure.

"My gods, Magnus. I have never felt so incredible. It is better than battle." They entered the tent and Magnus nuzzled her gently.

"Just wait." He set her down gently in the sleeping mat. He laid her down prone and gave her ass a slap, then gently flipped her over. She crawled back and spread her legs expectantly, supporting herself with her elbows. Magnus kneeled in front of her and felt her cunt. It was incredibly wet and she grunted in pleasure. His cock was already ready to go again and he put it in front of her wet tunnel. He lined it up and moved it forward, showing her just how far her would be entering her. She bit her lip with desire and nodded desperately. Magnus leaned down and began to suck on her massive breasts. She pulled his head close, and he swapped form one nipple to the next, licking and teasing it with gently kisses. She moaned in pleasure and tried to grasp his cock pull him into her.

Magnus withdrew and finally complied. He grasped her hips the places the head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt. With a careful push her entered her, and she fell back a half cry half moan. He felt a block and with a small thrust, he broke her hymen. He continued to push and push until her was almost two third in her. He could feel the incredible tightness and now wanting to hurt her he stopped. His cock near perfectly touched her clit and as he slowly withdrew he could feel her tense as the orgasm built. He took her breast in his hands and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples. Her arms sprang up and pulled him onto her, their chests touching. Only the tip of his cock remained inside her.

She was breathing hard and shaking with pleasure but she managed to choke out, "Magnus. Fuck me right now or I will kill you. In need this more than anything in the world." He laughed and pushed back into her, and he again reached her limit. With an anther three thrusts, her orgasm exploded, and she writhed on the floor in pleasure. The incredible heat and pressure triggered his own, and he fired cum deep into her virgin cunt. He rolled off her and wiped the blood from his cock admired his cum leaking from her throbbing cunt.

She was limp, with in a hushed voice she whispered "I love you Magnus. Thank you."

"I love you too." he said quietly. He pulled her close and they drifted off to sleep together.

***

Magnus awoke to the spine chilling howl of a terrible beast and the sounds of something rushing from the forest to their tent. Before he could even react, a clawed hand swiped through the tend, shredding the fabric and revealing a dark form looming over the tent.

His mind racing, Magnus kicked Alva away from him, and used the momentum to roll away from the center of the tent. An instant later, the creature brought down both its clawed hands where they had laid, its claws digging deep into the earth. Magnus rolled to his feet, to see Alva standing already. They were both nude, unarmed and already exhausted from a long day. The fire was dying, and darkness was encroaching on their camp. Alva looked at him with eyes wide. She was on the side of the tent where that had place laid their equipment. Magnus knew a whittling knife he had used was twenty paces behind him on a stump. But his mind realized what he was seeing and he knew it would be no help.

The creature was almost human in form but its limbs were far too long and muscular. It was almost nine feet tall, covered by coarse fur and its head was a savage wolf's, red eyes burning with rage and bloodlust. A werewolf. Nearly invulnerable except for magic and silver weapons. And they had neither of those. A normal sword would be nothing to it, bouncing off its hide as if the opponent had struck stone.

The creatures claws were still stuck in the ground, and it thrashed madly as it tried to pull them free. Magnus saw its muscles flex with horrifying strength, and yet somehow it failed to rip off its own arms with such strength. Finally, one hand came loose, embedded in a chuck of earth. The werewolf effortlessly flexed its hand and shattered the chunk, then it began to claw at the earth around its other hand.

"My hammer!" He cried and she instant turned to grab it from behind her. With a whirlwind blow, she swung the steel hammer with the strength that would have pulped an unarmored man. But against the accursed beast, the head of the hammer shattered like glass. However, the momentum of the swing still carried into the beast and its head hit the ground hard. The beast barked with pain and shook its head, but then with a final pull it yanked its other hand from the ground.

Slowly, the creature turned towards Alva growling lowly. It approached her in a predatory manner, low and to the ground. Its fur stood on end and as it advanced, and Alva retreated slowly. She held a spear in her hands, but it would do nothing against the creature.

Magnus's thoughts went wild. He had to save her. But how? They had no silver. Sunlight was hours away. The only other option was... the wolfsbane. "Distract it!" He cried, his throat hoarse with fear. "I have a plan. Just a moment!"

Alva swallowed hard and nodded, backing up at a steady pace. The werewolf ignored Magnus and focused on its current prey. It was a savage beast but one that relished the fear of its prey. Her fear was intoxicating to it and it continued to approach her, slowly, snapping at her legs just enough to frighten her more. Magnus turned and ran to the stump. He desperately grabbed the knife, then bolted to the patch of flowers. He swung wildly at the wolfsbane, cutting it down and spilling the plant's fluids on the blade. He turned back to Alva and saw her dodge the beasts pounce by a hair but failed to put appreciable distance between her and the werewolf. Magnus began to run to them, preparing to throw his knife.

The werewolf backhanded Alva, not even bothering to look at her, and she flew several feet and lay prone on the ground, unmoving, the spear clattering to the ground out of reach. It slowly turned around, eyes still burning as it regarded its prey. Then howled and it sounded like a nightmarish symphony of human screams and wolves howling. Then, with lightning speed, the werewolf leapt and it stood about Alva. Drool pouring from its mouth, the creature opened its hideous jaws to bite her and spread the curse.

Magnus let the knife loose from his hand. It flew, spinning and twirling right at the beast's shoulder. It struck true, and pierced the beasts hide as if it were made of paper. The creature reared up and attempted to roar in pain, but instead it staggered backward and collapsed. The creature lay in the ground convulsing and thrashing as the wolfsbane did its job. Slowly, then with increasing speed, the horrific sounds of flesh tearing and bones crunching filled the clearing. Magnus ignored them and dashed to Alva coming to her side and horrified by her crumpled form.

"Alva! Alva!" He cried as he held her gently. "Say something! Please!"

"I'm ok." She coughed. "Thought if I played dead it'd just try to eat me. I couldn't bear to be cursed."

"Thank the gods!" Magnus said, as he kissed her cheek desperately. He rubbed her body, feeling how cold she was. Then he embraced her and they lay there for a few moments.

"I'm ok." She muttered. "Just give me a few minutes. Go check on our foe." Magnus nodded and kissed her a few more times, then stood. Alva rolled over and laid on her back, breathing hard and feeling her breasts heave as if to make sure she had really survived. Magnus took a deep breath and then approached where the werewolf had fallen.

In its place lay a young woman, no older than Alva. She was nude, with dark skin and wild black hair. A minor wound where the knife had stuck her was on her shoulder, and the knife lay behind her. She breathed hard and shivered in the cold night air. He heard Alva stand and then limp towards him, then she leaned on him for support.

"What did you do?" She asked quietly. "It's a miracle."

"I cut her with a knife soaked with wolfsbane." He said, hugging her close.

"Is she cured?"

"No. It just reverses the transformation when it affects a were creature. On the next full moon she'll change again."

Alva motioned to the woman with the sharp end of her spear. "Should we..? It would be a mercy..."

Magnus bushed the spear away. "Absolutely not. It's not her fault she's a monster. We can get her story when she wakes up later, the wolfsbane should keep her out until dawn. It's not easy to cure such a curse but it's not impossible either." Magnus gingerly picked up the woman and carried her to the remains of their tent. It was ruined, and probably not worth fixing. They'd all be sleeping beneath the stars tonight. He set her down just outside the tent and wrapped her in a thick wool blanket.

He and Alva spent a few minutes gathering their scattered belongings and then prepared their bedroll. Alva was bent over as she fixed the furs, and Magnus reached over and gave her ass a firm slap. She grunted in approval, and Magnus reached down to feel her slit. She was already wet, and Magnus gently ran his fingers up and down her cunt, teasing her.

"Maybe I should have you fight nude more often. It's incredible to watch your body in combat." Magnus said as he moved behind her and pushed her down to all fours.

"You'd get no complaints from me," said Alva between gasps and whimpers as he increased the pace of his fingering " I'm just happy to be alive and it makes me incredibly horny."

He withdrew his fingers, and she turned to him and gave him a desperate look. Without fanfare, he pushed his cock into her and she moaned as he filled her up. Again, he only reached halfway in, and she began to slowly fuck herself on his cock. Magnus kept still, allowing her to go at her own pace, and busied himself with massaging and slapping her ass as it hypnotically jiggled with every impact.