Naked Aggression - Part 12

Part 12

"...I trust that now you don’t see me as weak and useless, do you?” Tyrissa replied, tossing her blonde hair to one side.

Her back ached and she felt like she had definitely sprained a muscle or two but she didn’t want to let too much of her discomfort show. The fact was, it had been some time since she’d been in a brawl like that and, though her weapon skills were incredible, she made a mental note to practice more hand-to-hand fighting sometime.

“Ha! You have proven that you would make a worthy addition to any Jarl’s raiding party! I am Yngra Ragnarsdottir. I have come here to seek information regarding my fellow crewmen. There was a storm at sea and the ship was lost. Some of the men may have arrived here.”

“I see. Well my name is Tyrissa Gwelliana and I would be willing to help you find your crew if you might be willing to help me find something in return.” Tyrissa responded. “It is a shard which…”

“A shard?” Yngra interrupted. “I remember a godar aboard ship who had some kind of magical shard. He spoke of his mission to give it to some temple for safekeeping. I think it was the temple of Silune, or Selene, or some other religion I have never heard of. They worship the moon.”

“I don’t know where this temple is, but I bet the two of us could find it. Perhaps we can find your missing shipmates as well. That is, if you wouldn’t mind working together,” Tyrissa asked hopefully.

“Very well. Where will you be when I need to find you?” Yngra asked.

“I am staying at that Inn where we fought…at least I am if the owner hasn’t decided to kick me out because of that battle we had. I have a horse stabled there. His name is Greybeard.”

Just then there was a loud commotion from the main hall of the brothel. The madam’s voice was raised and she sounded quite upset. Suddenly both Yngra and Tyrissa heard the sounds of many heavy footsteps approaching at a brisk pace.

“Guards!” Tyrissa hissed.

Her eyes rapidly searched the room. She jumped to her feet and bolted for a small door towards the far end of the room. Yngra also sprang to her feet and headed that way but soon found she could not fit through the small opening. She might be able to make it if she really tried but with only seconds to spare she gave up and chose the direct route.

With a mighty roar, Yngra ducked her head down and put her arms over her face and charged. Her heavy footsteps shook the room and the fully armored guards were scattered before her hugely muscled, twelve-foot tall, eight-hundred pound frame. Like a wild elephant, Yngra slammed past the guards and sent them sprawling to either side as she shot out the front door of the brothel and into the busy streets outside, knocking over a hay cart. She quickly surveyed her surroundings and headed for the only relatively safe place she could think of in this city…the Inn of the Siren’s Repose.

As she bounded up the street, her massive boobs bouncing and her magnificent ass jiggling, she felt truly alive and laughed out loud as the street erupted into chaos in her wake. This is what it meant to be truly alive and free and she was glad she didn’t have to live like these fools…like rats in a cage of their own making. She came to the Inn, having left her pursuers behind quite some time ago. She ran into the stable and collapsed onto a pile of hay, still laughing and gasping for breath. As she rested in the stable she looked at all the horses and spotted one, a big hulking warhorse, with a small patch of grey hair hanging from his chin. She saw several other horses in the stalls here but that one was the biggest and most powerful.

“Well, that must be her horse.” Yngra thought. “Can’t fault her taste in steeds. I’d like to have a giant-sized steed myself.”

The giantess leisurely walked around the high-ceilinged stable and was a bit surprised to find her battle-ax in the corner. Apparently either Tyrissa or the tavern keeper anticipated her return and placed it there.

With a yawn, the giantess stretched out in her large comfortable surroundings and drifted off to sleep early. She smiled with wicked glee at the surprise she had planned for the next day.

“I would have won that fight if I’d not tripped in that narrow human-sized hall.” She thought. “She thinks she’s won and has put me in my place? That smug little bitch is going to find out just how short-lived her ‘victory’ truly is.”

With wicked thoughts and vicious dreams Yngra settled into the soft hay and clutched her mighty axe, smiling with dark mirth.

Continued in Part 13