Naked Aggression - Part 13

Part 13

Tyrissa ran through the doorway into the small antechamber. Her skin still glistened with sweat, piss, breast milk, and spit. Glancing around she spotted a small window behind a set of curtains. Ignoring the aches in her muscular body, she reached out and pulled down the curtains with a single tug. A quick kick knocked the shutters open, revealing a narrow alleyway running behind the brothel. The exhausted fighter squeezed through the narrow window and into the dimly lit thoroughfare. Wrapping the curtain around her to conceal her nudity, she made her way down the alley.

Luck was with Tyrissa for the moment. She managed to avoid several groups of city guards by ducking behind carts or into doorways as they passed. Looking back up the street she could see the giantess Yngra plow through a squad of guards. Bodies went flying as the giant warrior careened into the guards. They barely slowed her as she tipped over a loaded hay cart with the impact of her massive frame. In the resulting turmoil the blond haired Valkyrie made good on her own escape. Tyrissa noted with a smile that her new companion was running in the wrong direction.

“Whatever,” she thought. “Let her lead the guards away, it’ll be easier for me to make it back to the inn.”

Pulling the tattered curtain tighter around her body, she cautiously made her way through the city streets.

After dodging patrols, Tyrissa made it back to the Inn of the Siren’s Repose. The tavern was still open although only a handful of patrons were inside. The barkeep and several members of his staff were still busy trying to put the place back in order after the recent upheaval. Tyrissa tried vainly to slip past them unnoticed but the barkeeper spotted her.

“You!” he roared. “Do you realize how much money you and your giant friend cost me? Who’s gonna’ pay for these damages?” he demanded angrily.

Tyrissa held up her hand and tried her best to placate the innkeeper.

“Now look, her dance brought in a lot of customers before our little tiff.”

“Little tiff!! Little tiff!!” he shouted. “You two nearly wrecked the place. Half of my glassware shattered, three windows broken, door ripped of its hinges. It’ll take more than a few customers to make up for that!”

“Alright, I am sure we can work something out,” she tried to say soothingly.

The innkeeper refused to be mollified. He continued to vent his anger on the half-centaur despite her best efforts to calm him. Finally he went too far.

"If you think I'm going to let two stupid bitches come into my place and..awwwkkk!"

Tyrissa grabbed the innkeeper by the throat and pulled him close.

"Watch your tongue fool. I said I would pay for your fucking damages," she hissed through clenched teeth.

The innkeeper staggered back as Tyrissa released her hold. For a moment there he would have sworn that her green eyes burned with an unholy light.. Turning her back on the intimidated merchant, Tyrissa went over to where her clothes were laying in a heap. Reaching into her belt pouch she pulled out a large ruby. The precious stone was the size of a robin's egg. With disdain she tossed it to the innkeeper. The fat man let out a low whistle as he realized the worth of the stone.

Tyrissa gathered her clothes and placed them inside her cloak. Bundling them inside the garment, she turned to go upstairs. As she did, she spotted the haft of Yngra's ax sticking out from behind a pile of overturned tables. Walking over, she tossed aside the tables to uncover the weapon. Leaning down, she started to pick up the ax when one of the dwarves, Nalorth, called out to her.

"Don't bother, missy. Me and my brother both couldn't lift that cutter."

"That so?" replied Tyrissa.

Conscious that she was being watched, the half-centaur woman bent down and grasped the haft of the ax firmly with both hands. Hoping her centaur-based strength was up to the task, she lifted the ax. The overworked muscles of her arms and back cried out in agony as she slowly raised the weapon off the floor. Her back alone felt as if someone was running a lit torch over the bunched muscles. Kemdar swore as he witnessed this feat of strength.

“By Greld's Anvil!!" swore the dwarf, staring at her. “How in the name of all the gods can you lift that thing?”

“Clean living and a good diet,” she retorted, grimacing from the strain.

Staggering under her heavy burden, the young woman carried the ax out to the stable. By the time she arrived her breaths came in short gasps as she struggled to carry her burden. With a supreme sigh of relief, Tyrissa set the weapon against the wall. She leaned against the wall, resting as she caught her breath. Fresh sweat glistened on her face and her arms trembled from the exertion. With a groan she straightened her aching back.

“I am going to be sore tomorrow.”

Looking at her arms she was shocked to see the bruises blossoming under her tan skin. Yngra’s cunt had squeezed her arms so hard during her fisting session that the livid purple bruises were the result. The warrior was grateful that her magic bracers had protected her from serious injury in her fight with the giantess. They enveloped her with a magic field that protected her as well as the finest plate mail. This more than anything else had allowed her to survive Yngra’s powerful assault.

Pulling the curtain tighter around her body, Tyrissa spent a few minutes checking on Greybeard. Satisfied that he was being well looked after, she returned to the tavern. Stopping to pick up her bundle of clothing, she addressed the innkeeper.

“My giant friend, as you called her, will be staying in the stable tonight, unless you have a room big enough for her needs?”

The portly man rubbed the top of balding head. Shaking his head, he agreed that would be best.

“You can include that cost in the payment of that ruby. It will more than cover it. Don’t you think, Harlie?”

Harlie nodded in agreement. For a moment he considered apologizing for his earlier insult but Tyrissa didn’t appear to be in the mood for further conversation. With a scowl on her face she marched up the stairs to her room.

Continued in Part 14