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Anonymous >> #23836
Posted on 2012-03-01 05:37:10 Score: -1 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
What's up with those crappy bats at the top?

Lt.ShinySides >> #23841
Posted on 2012-03-01 06:24:44 Score: 3 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
clearly this pic wasn't created to draw your attention to the bats, but what was it meant to draw your attention to?...hmmm

shisno >> #23975
Posted on 2012-03-02 03:08:15 Score: 4 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
he proly wants you to look at the club then :P

Anonymous >> #26582
Posted on 2012-03-17 05:42:23 Score: 9 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
Kharga roared and split the zombie's head with her axe, feeling the shudder of its snapping bones run up her arm. She swung her club with her other hand and it shattered a skeleton weilding a rust-pitted sword. The orcish warrior snarled as she cut a swath through the shambling dead. They were as wheat before a scythe to her, since she was used to battling living warriors. These mindless corpses provided no sport!

She grinned. The soft-bellied lowlanders of the nearby town had paid her handsomely to eliminate the scourge plagueing their lands. A vile necromancer had overrun this necropolis and was sending the people's own dead to bedevil them. Many soldiers had died in attempts to retake this cursed place and had simply been raised as more of the terrible army. That made no difference to Kharga. A dead human was a dead human, walking or not. She brought her weapons down and hacked off a zombie's arms, then beheaded it with the backswing, knocking its skull away.

"That was the last of them," she grunted, wiping sweat from her brow. She tugged at her leather codpiece. Aye, the men of the town goggled in disbelief at her cock's size even while it lay safe in its pouch. She longed to sink it in something that wasn't a poxy serving wench or a miller's fat daughter.

Kharga came to a stairwell and she could feel the night wind rustle her braided hair. She climbed it cautiously, sniffing the air for the reek of rotting flesh. Her nostrils flared. She smelled something, all right: the oily odour of sorcery mixed with the sweet aroma of feminine flesh.

"I despise all weavers of the black arts," she grunted as she reached the top. Ruined masonry littered the shattered precipice, casting deep shadows in the moonlight. Skulls were stacked hither and yon in a grisly attempt at decoration.

Kharga heard a string of syllables being chanted and twisted around. She rolled, barely dodging a bolt of icy black fire. She could feel its chill streak past her shoulder. Another incantation and she saw the shadows come alive, oozing towards her like living blood. She sliced at the dark tendrils uncurling from them. They lashed around her legs and waist, numbing her flesh where they touched. Her club fell from nerveless fingers.

"So you're the mercenary those fools hired," a contemptuous female voice scoffed. "No matter. Soon the ritual shall be complete and darkness will rule the land... and I, Delphine, shall rule the darkness!"

Kharga saw a figure emerge from a throne. It was a woman, her hip cocked defiantly, a staff of power held in one hand. Jewelry glittered on her pale, creamy skin and her eyes glared down at Kharga from beneath a tumble of soft dark hair. She was nearly nude, save for a wisp of fabric over her womanhood and a horned headpiece. Her breasts sat proudly on her chest like a pair of soft, lush pillows.

"Hmph, not going to beg for your life?" Delphine mocked.

"Let me free of your magic tricks and I'll show you who'll beg," Kharga spat.

Delphine took a step back, uneasy at the savage defiance. "I think not," she said. "The ritual shall not be interrupted by one such as-- aaah!" She flinched as Kharga flung her axe at her. It connected with the staff, shattering the headpiece. The shadows crawling up Kharga's legs snapped back into place on the ground, freeing the orcish warrior.

"Now you're mine," Kharga chuckled, advancing on Delphine. The witch swung the broken staff at Kharga, but she plucked it out of her hands and flung it away. She grabbed Delphine, and the pale girl squirmed in her grip.

"Stay away, you malodorous brute!" Delphine cried as Kharga pushed her against a pillar. The orcish warrior stank like a stable; primal and raw. "You don't know who you're dealing with! I must complete the covenant with my masters!"

Kharga laughed. "Idiot girl! Your days of witching the dead are over. I was going to take your head to the townsmen if you were a leathery crone with drooping tits... but I think I know a better fate for you!" She held Delphine's arms with one hand and began groping the sorceress's breasts with the other. They were soft and warm and they didn't sag. Kharga pawed them with delight, feeling the nipples stiffen in her rough fingers.

"Let me go!" Delphine moaned, rubbing her legs together. She wiggled one hand free from Kharga's iron grip and lashed at the orc's face. Blood trickled from the claw mark, and Kharga dabbed it away.

"Mmmmm, you'll do nicely," she purred, licking her finger. She buried her face in the girl's neck, biting and sucking at the tender perfumed flesh. Before Delphine could protest, Kharga clamped her mouth over her lips and dug her tongue inside, squeezing and toying with the girl's luscious breasts.

Delphine wriggled like a pinned insect, but it was like trying to fight a gargoyle. Her eyes fluttered as the orc plundered her mouth. No man had dared touch her and now she was being ravished by this bestial barbarian? She couldn't help but breathe in the orc-scent the sweaty she-creature excreted, and it both disgusted and thrilled her. It was hard and musky, making her nethers tingle. Something butted against her leg. The orc broke off the kiss and Delphine looked down to see a throbbing, erect dick!

Kharga ground her member against Delphine's milky flank, leaving a slimy trail of precum. She licked her lips and turned the struggling girl to face the pillar, clamping her hands on the globes of her buttocks and kneading them like bread dough. "Mmmmm, yes, such broad hips and fat tits. You will bear many healthy pups, witch!"

"No! Do not defile me with that thing!" Delphine snarled, struggling in the orc's grip. She felt powerful fingers force her womanhood apart. To her alarm, she was wet! Far more than she had thought possible, too. "Only a virgin can command the dead unmolested!"

"What a shame," Kharga purred, lifting Delphine as easily as a child. With agonizing slowness, she eased her thick erection into the warm gates of the witch's womanhood. She let the girl's weight do the work; the more she wriggled, the deeper she sank. Kharga held her hair to ensure she wouldn't escape.

Delphine squeezed her lower muscles and grit her teeth. She hissed out a spell, concentrating on the skulls piled around the floor. A blue glow suffused them and they hurtled at her rapist with the force of a catapult stone.

Kharga felt the missiles batter her, but she snarled and tightened up, letting them bounce off her tough skin. Her fingers gripped Delphine's hair more tightly. "Defiant, eh? I like that. It means strong offspring!"

"Ahhhhhhnnnh!" Delphine groaned as she felt the hot, hard intruder batter down her virginity. She futilely clawed at the hand gripping her hair as she writhed atop the warrior's cock. Deeper and deeper it sank, making her feel like she'd been impaled on a spear. The sensation was far more pleasurable than she would have thought, but there was no need to let her rapist know she was beginning to enjoy it.

Kharga slowly rolled her hips, sliding the length of her cock out, then back in, savoring the moment. The girl still struggled against her, but it was clear she was losing the fight against her own pleasure. Sweat glazed her pale skin, gleaming in the moonlight as she twitched against Kharga's powerful frame.

"You monster," Delphine groaned as she felt a shuddering jolt of ecstasy from her brain all the way down into her womanhood. Her virgin muscles twitched around the thrusting meat inside her, trying to coax its precious fluid out. In response, the orc sped up her thrusts, gripping Delphine's waist as she plunged harder, faster... Her hips slapped against Delphine's with little regard for the young witch's enjoyment. All Delphine could do was dig her fingers into the stony pillar and hold on.

Kharga slammed into the witch, panting like a hound. She pictured Delphine swollen with child, her darkened teats dribbling milk, a defiant look on her face... It was too much! She grunted, plunging her cock deep into the girl's fertile cunt. Her member bulged and began to flood Delphine's womanhood with her thick cum.

Delphine's eyes widened as she felt a warm gush of fluid inside her. The strange, delicious feeling set off another storm of intoxicating delinght throughout her. She couldn't suppress the moan this time. Some secret part of her was thrilled at this wonderful, creamy sensation and it warred with the horror of knowing she was nothing more than a breeding-sow for her savage captor. She slid limply to the ground, dragging her fingers down the stone pillar as the orc's member continued to twitch inside her, filling her lower belly. Semen spurted out around the thick invader, splattering on the stone floor in glistening puddles.

Kharga grunted as her cum-slicked cock slid from her bitch's formerly-virgin pussy. It spurted one last time, plopping a blob of cream on the girl's rear. She hooked an arm under the girl and draped her over her shoulder like a sack of grain. Kharga sniffed her leaking pussy. If she hadn't been bred this night, she surely would be soon.

"Unhand me," Delphine snarled, kicking and pounding Kharga's muscled frame. "Isn't it enough that you soiled me with your seed?"

Kharga chuckled as she retrieved her club. "There's still the reward to collect, slut. After that, I'll need a hole to keep my cock warm on the way back to my home village. If you're lucky, you'll be carrying my pups by then. If not... well, I'll just give you to the Sister-Chieftains as a prize."

"Never," Delphine growled as Kharga carried her down the stairs. She began to chant a spell, and eldritch magic surged through her body. Her hands glowed with icy cold and she planted them on Kharga's back. The unnatural chill surged through the orc's body, making her shudder and groan. She teetered on her feet for a moment, and Delphine grinned, sure that her would-be captor was about to collapse.

Kharga shook her head and straightened. "Stupid girl," she snorted. "We have worse winters in the village than that. Lucky for me you're such a stubborn little bitch, eh?" She swatted the girl's exposed rear with a satisfying smack as she descended into the tower, grinning as the lovely witch cursed at her in an ancient tongue.

hentailegs >> #114026
Posted on 2013-02-02 00:24:56 Score: -1 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
I'm glad you posted the story. Just looking at the image I wasn't to into the muscle girl but after reading I think of her as a bad ass warrior girl and while I still don't find her too attractive, I would still love to to all kinds of things with her cock. I'd especially like to be the witch sliding down the cock with her own body weight lowering her down on it.

GhostZero >> #114064
Posted on 2013-02-02 03:09:55 Score: -1 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
Loved the story of the strong warrior trying to breed this fat breasted slut, flooding her virgin cunt with her thick spunk.


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