Naked Aggression - Part 10

Part 10

“Wait! I have a solution!” Replied a girl from the far end of the room. She was sitting in the shadows, but her voice betrayed her sex, as did her incredibly voluptuous silhouette.

“What is this you speak of!?” spoke the giantess, turning to face the girl in the shadows.

“Yes, girl, this is the first time you’ve spoken all evening. What is this solution?” replied the barkeep.

“Amongst the people of the North barter and trade is often used instead of money. Since you are fond of employing dancing girls from all over the world, what do you think a dance from a true Nordic giant from Friesland would be worth? Last time I looked, you didn’t have any giants in this tavern, let alone ones as beautiful and exotic as this!”

The barkeep smiled. This idea had merit. “I like the way you think girl, even if you are one mysterious little minx.”

The lustful smile of the girl in the darkness went unseen. All that could be made out was the hem of her scarlet cloak as she removed the garment. “Well, if you are going to drink, then you will have to dance, and I want to get my money’s worth,” the shadowy girl said to the giantess.

The tension of the previous few minutes was now gone. The giantess smiled and threw her head back and laughed out loud, her massive breasts wobbling, and nipple rings bouncing. The men and elves in the room all cheered and whistled as the musicians took their cue and began playing. The music was loud and had a throbbing, funky, rhythmic beat. The musical instruments were magical and produced sounds like no other. Yngra stood her axe up next to the wall, safe in knowing no one could steal it, since no one but her could even lift it. The people in the tavern pulled the tables and chairs away from the center of the room and everyone tried to get a good vantage point.

The giantess strode into the center of the circle and began to dance. As the crowd stared in lust at her incredibly erotic undulations the girl in the red robes stepped out of the darkness. Striding towards the crowd, the red-robed girl maneuvered to get the best view she could while the giantess swayed and danced to the throbbing sexual beat of the music. Yngra did a hip thrust and grind that put the best dance of the local tavern girls to shame. The giantess was taught by the priestesses of Freya how to do such dances before the age of ten and she had more practice than even the most accomplished dancing girls of most inns.

It was not long before the all males present (human, elves, and half-elves) began to lose their cool. Every male in the place had his hands down his pants or tunic, and was starting to masturbate. Even a few of the serving wenches and dancing girls had their hands down their skirts or on their tits. The girl in the red robes smiled as she felt her lust growing greater and greater.

Yngra slowly and erotically licked her lips and groaned, staring at the men through half-lidded eyes, as she gyrated lewdly in front of them. She saw what they were doing and did not approve!

“Is THIS how you show your gratitude for my performance, you dogs!?” Yngra boomed, never missing a beat.

The men were startled at her words and at first thought she was angry with them for masturbating to her dance, but her next words made all clear.

“Show me your appreciation! Come on, you curs! Is there no Frieslander blood in anyone here? Show me how much you like my dancing…show me your manhood and cover me with your seed, if you have any!” Yngra exclaimed, continuing to dance and pinch her nipple rings.

The men were stung at first by her insulting entreaty but they responded by throwing off their clothes and jacking off all around her. She knelt down, from time to time, so that they could all spurt their loads onto her body and she smeared it all in so that before long she was painted, from head to toe, completely with slimy cum. Her white g-string was sopping wet and her boots looked like she had walked through a stream full of cum. Throughout the entire spectacle the portly barkeep simply kept cleaning out glasses and apparently paid no heed to the entire thing.

The elves were the last to finish and began to put on their clothes as Yngra ended her dance. The giantess was dripping in gooey cum and she pulled back her cum-slick hair. “Barkeep,” Yngra exclaimed, looking at the portly fellow, “another keg of beer, and bring it now!”

“I’ll give you something to drink, later. You aren’t finished yet.” The scarlet robed minx remarked, looking up into the giantess’ cum-glazed face. “I paid for a dance, and I want you to dance at my table, for my enjoyment.”

“Who are you?” Yngra replied, with a tone of derision in her voice.

“I am Tyrissa. Tyrissa Gwelliana.” Spoke the girl as she let her scarlet robe drop to the floor, revealing her naked body underneath. Standing six foot tall, she was a muscular woman, and looked like she was about two-hundred pounds of muscle, with a generous pair of breasts. Her hair was shoulder length and honey blonde. Her eyes were a sparkling jade green and her skin was a light tan color. While her overall build was muscular, she was but not as bulky as Yngra. She had a thick patch of light brown pubic hair that extended in a narrowing line all the way up to her navel but near the labia it was nearly smooth. Her labia were fleshy and a pair of metal rings that gleamed like pure mithril pierced each hanging lip. Yngra was a bit surprised to see how large the girl’s clit was and noticed that, even though smaller than her own due to her greater size, it was proportionately a bit larger. On her wrists was a pair of bracers that looked like they were made of the finest steel. She also wore a pair of black leather boots and her hands and face were decorated in a sort of design with some kind of reddish henna dye.

“Tyrissa? What kind of name is that? Never heard anything like it.” The giantess snorted, as a glob of cum dropped from her left nipple ring and splattered onto the floor.

“Well, if you ever left that frozen icebox you call a home and got out a bit more you’d be surprised at what you’d hear. Or do Frieslanders only leave their shores to plunder and take the things that they are not smart enough to create for themselves?” Tyrissa replied, curtly. “Now if you want something to drink, I want that table dance.”

“I do not care for your tone, little girl. You had best curb your sharp tongue when in the presence of your betters.” Yngra replied, looking the girl in the eye evenly. Tyrissa met her gaze and, to her credit, never flinched or backed down. “Now, if it is a dance you want, you mysterious little wench, then I’ll give you one…and then you will provide me with all the drink I can swallow.”

“Ohhh, I’ll do my part. You do yours.” Tyrissa replied quietly as Yngra tested the large oaken table to make sure it could sustain her weight.

Satisfied the table would hold, Yngra yelled to the barkeep, “If I dance upon this table, will it break?”

The barkeep handed a drink to a cloaked elf who had just arrived, then glanced at Yngra and replied, “My friend, after the 100th bar fight in this place, I got tired of replacing the tables and chairs. It’s reinforced by enchantments. Can’t break, burn, or even tarnish. Dance away, I like the business you are bringing in.”

Yngra got on top of the table and the band started to play once again. There was a crowd of men watching the dancing, but most kept their distance and the rest were recovering from having just shot their loads. Yngra looked down into Tyrissa’s eyes and performed her best erotic dancing for her. She squatted with her g-string clad pussy inches away from Tyrissa’s face and moved her hips back and forth, obscenely.

“You call that a sex dance?” Tyrissa sneered. “You need to do better than that if you are going to get anything to drink out of me! You dance like a drunken walrus and I bet you must fight like one too. You might be popular where you come from with clumsy dancing like that but I’ve seen much better.”

“What!? What did you just say to me!?” Yngra exclaimed, with a look of incredulous surprise.

“You heard me, bitch, or did all that cum block up your ears?” Tyrissa replied. “Get that g-string off and let me see your pussy, you slut, or do you only strip naked when you are being passed around a longhouse like a cheap camp-whore?” Tyrissa reached up and with one quick yank, jerked Yngra’s g-string off of her and threw it to the floor.

“Let me get a closer look. Watch it, you clumsy slut, that table is slippery.” Tyrissa said as she stood up and grasped both of Yngra’s ankles in either hand and yanked back sharply, causing Yngra to lose her balance and tumble backwards onto the table flat on her back.

WHAM! “Ooohf!” Yngra grunted as the Inn shook from the impact of her eight-hundred pound heavily muscled frame hitting the magically strengthened table.

Tyrissa instantly spread the giantess’ legs wide before Yngra knew what was happening.

“Look at the size of that clit…and pierced, no less!” Tyrissa smiled as she gazed at Yngra’s smooth pubic mound.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing, you little bitch!?” Yngra roared as she rolled off of the table and landed on her feet. She faced the muscular six-foot tall half-centaur woman and her angry glare was enough to make most foes run for their lives.

“What do you think, you gigantic whore? Or are you really that stupid?” Tyrissa shot back, getting into a fighting stance.

As soon as she uttered those words there was a murmur from the crowd and then all fell silent as they realized what was about to happen. The barkeep didn’t bother to call for his guards, since they would be useless in this particular encounter. Instead he just summoned his two dwarves porters to clean up the mess that would soon ensue.

“I warned you about that tongue of yours, bitch! I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” Yngra spat as she lunged forward and slammed her right fist directly into Tyrissa’s stomach, sending her flying across the room and through the large open window in the front.

The patrons hastily began to leave the Inn as Yngra glared at them and walked triumphantly to the bar and seized a keg of beer from the rack. “I’ll have that beer now, barkeep!” Yngra loudly exclaimed, hefting the tapped keg and drinking from it in noisy gulps.

Suddenly there was a commotion from outside and just as Yngra finished her keg of beer she grunted in pain as Tyrissa, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, tackled her. The woman collided directly into the giantess’ stomach and the force of the blow was unlike any other Yngra had felt from a foe this size. Even the trolls and ogres were never capable of such power. Yngra tumbled backwards and crashed into the table as Tyrissa jumped free, a smirk plainly evident on her gorgeous face.

Continued in Part 11