Naked Aggression - Part 9

Part 9

It was just another day at the Inn of the Siren’s Repose. Wizards were buying and selling alchemy ingredients from far distant lands, thieves were cheating each other out of fortunes, clerics were discussing the merits of their faiths, and warriors were testing each other’s mettle at the age-old sport of arm-wrestling. The room was filled with the sounds of laughter, voices, and music. Dancing girls performed on various tables all throughout the room and were scantily dressed in halter-tops and bikini-type briefs. The tavern was currently occupied mainly by humans and half-elves, but a placard on the wall stated that all races were welcome as long as they obeyed the rules.

An attractive blonde woman wearing a white blouse and brown breeches was arguing with a weasely looking fellow with black oily hair and a mustache.

“Damn it, Max! Next time we pick a place to go for a vacation let ME pick the place! You nearly got us KILLED by those fuckin’ priests!” The blonde spat, slamming her beer mug down on the table.

“Hey! Don’t blame me for that, Shaundra! There wasn’t much light and their sacred altar looked like a toilet in the dark…it even had a crescent moon symbol above it! Why did they have to put a roll of paper next to it if they didn’t want people going in there and…” The sneaky fellow retorted but he was cut off by his beautiful friend.

“That roll of paper was their holy scrolls!” Shaundra exclaimed. “Max, you even pissed in their holy water font.”

“Well it looked like a urinal in the dark! Don’t those priests believe in using torches!?” Max replied.

“Oh, they will now…ON US! Besides, it was a Temple of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. They never light their temples by anything other than moonlight, you idiot!” Shaundra shot back.

“Well, I think that…” Max’s next comment was cut short when he heard the heavy footsteps approaching.

Suddenly the door opened and a new figure stepped through. It was fortunate that the Inn of the Siren’s Repose was so large because the figure who strode through the door was fully twelve feet tall. Her long hair was golden blonde and her eyes were ice blue. Her body was heavily muscled and her smooth skin had a light tan. She wore only boots, bracers, a broad belt, and a tight-fitting white g-string. Her enormous breasts were spectacular and her nipples were thick and hard and pierced with rings. She had an axe in her hand that could easily cut a table clean in half and it appeared to be her only weapon.

The music stopped as the huge giantess walked over to a table and looked skeptically at the chair. It was far too small for her and she just kicked it aside and glared at the patrons. They had all been staring at her ever since she stepped in but now that she met their gaze with her angry eyes they quickly averted their gaze.

“Think she’s a mercenary sent by the Moon Temple to get us?” Max asked Shuandra, his lips quivering.

“I don’t know, but I’m not sticking around to find out,” Shaundra replied, gazing warily at the approaching giantess. “Back door, Max.”

“I always feel a sense of dread when you say that…” Max said as he took one last gulp of ale and darted out of the main room through the kitchen with Shaundra.

A voluptuous dusky-skinned dancing girl hesitantly tried to walk past the glowering giantess and yelped in surprise when the massively-hewed stranger took hold of her arm and hauled her up for a sloppy kiss. The giantess hungrily kissed the girl and slipped her tongue into the smaller woman’s mouth. Then the giantess released the girl, who adjusted the strap of her top and walked away with a look of confusion and half a smile on her face.

“I am Yngra! I have traveled far to come here, and will travel much farther still once I leave! Bring me your beer and ale! Bring it by the barrel, you dogs, for I thirst!” Boomed the glowering giantess.

A clean-cut young boy looked inquisitively at the portly owner of the tavern.

“Do it, lad, and be quick about it. If you have trouble with the kegs then fetch Kemdar and Nalorth. Those two dwarves can carry three times their own weight…six times if it’s golden loot they are filching.”

The youngster immediately darted out of a side door and the barkeep looked warily at the female giant who dominated the middle of the room. He was not at ease with her belligerence and arrogant tone of voice. She was also armed with an axe that was like no other.

Curiosity and lust got the better of some of the young patrons and three half-elven men, and six young human men approached her from behind. The lust in their eyes was apparent as they stared at the powerful warrior-woman’s ass. Her incredible glutes were perfectly sculpted and perfectly rounded. The thong back of her g-string disappeared between the deep cleft of her big bulging buttocks. As the men and elves gaped in awe at the giantess’s powerful ass globes, she caught sight of them gawking and turned to face them. Her massive breasts swayed heavily she gave them a wolfish smile.

Her flat belly rippled with thick muscles and her snug g-string presented a clear view of the outline of her pussy mound and cleft below. Yngra stared back at the men and adjusted her g-string pulling it up between the lips of her pussy. The thin white fabric disappeared between the thick bald lips of her pussy and it was clear that she had hairless pubes. As the men stared spellbound, like birds hypnotized by a snake, Yngra slowly licked her lips and began to feel her vagina becoming moist.

“You pups have never seen a woman like me, eh? Well, feast your eyes on this!” exclaimed the giantess as she flexed her biceps and displayed her rock-hard physique. She assumed various poses and stances which best showed off her incredibly frame. Her thick muscles were like mighty cords and her veins looked like cables under her smooth skin. She enjoyed the looks in their eyes. Awe and lust all bound up together. She detected a good bit of fear in their faces as well.

“H-here’s you d-d-drink, miss…” stuttered the young boy as he directed two sturdy dwarves to place a couple of beer barrels onto the table.

Yngra said nothing but simply took her axe in her hands and used it to tap both barrels. She leaned her axe against the table and glared at the two dwarves, who abruptly left, along with the boy. Yngra sat down on the sturdy oak table as if it were a bench and took one barrel in her hands and upended it, drinking noisily. As she messily glugged down the beer all eyes were on her. She spread her legs and gave the patrons a clear view of her pussy, barely concealed by the scant g-string. In less than five minutes she had finished the entire barrel and reached for the second. In almost less time she drank the second barrel empty.

“My word! That’s four hundred silvers worth of beer, and she drank it all in under ten minutes!” An old mercenary replied, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, and I didn’t see her bring in that much money, either.” The barkeep replied dryly.

“More beer!” The giantess demanded.

“Not until you pay for it.” Came the barkeep’s reply.

“You will bring more beer or I will take it from you, oaf! It is your decision whether you wish to keep that fat head attached to your shoulders!” The giantess replied sharply.

The barkeep simply smiled patiently and replied, “You can have more after you have paid.”

“RrRRRAAAHHH!!! You DARE! You DARE challenge ME!? You will feel my wrath, little man!” The Norse giantess bellowed as she reached for her battleaxe and sprung off the table, landing on her feet.

“Wait! I have a solution!” Replied a woman's voice 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.

Continued in Part 10