The Byzantia Quest - Chapter IV

Chapter IV

We were two days into our journey and skirting the edge of the desert, which ended abruptly at a vast forest. By day we traveled in the trees so as to avoid the suns, and by night, if we weren't camped, we traveled in the sands to avoid becoming disoriented. Tonight we intended to camp, as our energy was low.

"Which tent should I sleep in," inquired Serena, as the other Courtesans were asleep in a lavish tent they had brought.

"Mine," I proclaimed, noticing Narxity did not seem to mind.

We settled in, me in the middle with Narxity and Serena on either side. Even whilst a guest was present, myself and Narxity did not intend to forgo our nightly revelry.

I began by turning on my side and loosing her straps, lifting them off gently and brushing aside the cloth, revealing her exquisite form, her breasts round and large while firm. I bent to nibble on her left nipple, causing them both to swell and become erect while she moved down and removed my trousers, exposing my likewise erect self. I brushed her already-wet cunt and she moaned, spreading her legs and moving closer, draping her right leg over my thigh.

I thrust in with vigor, spreading her moist lips wide and stimulating her clitoris, forcing her to cry out loudly. It was then I felt two points on my back and an arm coming around my to grasp my manhood at the base.

It was Serena, and her hard nipples were rubbing against my muscular back. This only incited me to thrust harder, which in turn made Narxity cry louder from intense delight. I turned, placing Narxity on her back while still inside her so I could get a better look and feel angle on Serena.

I moved my right hand from support position and moved the gold strips away, placing my palm on her clit and three fingers inside her pussy, which was overflowing with pleasure juice. I pounded harder and harder into Narxity until the sheer amazement of my fingers inside Serena and the tightness of Narxity's cunt forced me to unleash a barrage of man milk so deep inside Narxity. I continued to fire for what seemed like an eternity, Narxity's orgasms pulling more and more from my body.

But, as a barbarian of my years, I was not even close to being expended. I moved from Narxity and spread Serena's legs wide, presenting me with her dark cunt lips and pink pussy. I fingered her clit before my erection subsided, restimulating myself and burying my manhood inside her.

She was so tight, but her sheer moisture allowed me to penetrate the length of my shaft. Her huge round tits were almost like gelatin as I relinquished my self control to the pure passion of the moment, allowing my thrust to intensify and leaving all self control to another day. In no time, I climaxed, again producing a torrent of explosions inside Serena as her cries of joy reached an all-time loudness as her fourth orgasm overtook her.

The next morning, they were both naked and sleeping in the crook of either of my massive arms, their left and right legs respectively were draped across my abdomen and their breasts were pressed against my ribcage. I was a happy man.

Until I heard a thump-thump-thump in the distance, as if massive amounts of something were being displaced. The thumping grew louder and louder until the tent began to shake before it collapsed and was blown away altogether, waking the women and making them scream with fear.

It was a dragon, and perched in its saddle was what appeared to be a battle wizard, with his staff alight with flames, hurling a fireball straight at us.

Sarra leapt before the fireball, deflecting it into the desert with her own staff, before firing a bolt of lightning at the rider, swaying him but no serious injury amounted.

The others were wake and arming themselves as I sprang up and grabbed my own blades, trying to figure out how to combat the beast and its battle wizard. Nagassa had wasted no time and was firing arrows at the wizard, which forced him to concentrate on deflecting them.

The dragon, being a sentient creature, began to make passes at us, attempting to grab us with his claws before dropping us from the sky. As he made one such pass on Serena, who was trembling in fear beside me, I swung and smote his right leg entirely off. The beast roared with pain before shaking the battle wizard from his perch and furiously flapping his wings skyward, disappearing on the horizon.

We approached the battle wizard, who was flat on the ground with likely many broken parts, with no caution.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I shouted, beginning to swing my rapier before Narxity stopped me with her arm.

The man coughed blood before raising himself on an elbow, facing us. "My name is...Harold...I...am a battle wizard...from Byzantium..."

"No shit," I yelled, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying a few feet before he came to rest at a log.

"Why do you want us dead?" shouted Nagassa, none to peacefully.

"The...Courtesans...Eva...she must be...killed..."

We all looked at Eva, who looked left and right as if saying 'what the fuck did I do?'

"What the fuck did she do?" bellowed Faraday.

"She is...the barbarian...." he coughed up a substantial amount of blood along with what appeared to be half a lung. "...queen..." And with that, he was dead. To make sure, I cut his head in two.

Again, we all stared at Eva, who again appeared to have no idea what was going on.

"Who are you," said Narxity.

"Eva," she replied, backing away slightly.

"Who are your parents?" inquired Sarra.

At that, she appeared to have the full understanding. "My father is Elias the Marauder and my mother is Arianna the Bountiful." I looked at Faraday, who confirmed what I was thinking with a nod.

"They're both barbarian royalty. Elias was the barbarian who defeated the last fucker who decided to invade the Northern Spine. He didn't defeat so much as rape sixty-five thousand legionnaires with his one thousand barbarians militia." I grunted. "Goes to show what 'legionnaire' means these days."

"Wait," said Sarra, "if you're the queen, then they're both..." and she paused.

"Dead," I exclaimed. Barbarians were not depressed when another died; they moved on to a life of constant revelry (which, I suppose, is not much dissimilar to everyday barbarian existence).

"So, that means this invasion thing is for real," said Aphrodite.

"Indeed."

"Fuck finding clues, we've got to make haste for the Tundra before it's too late. We need our queen," shouted Faraday. Barbarian royalty, be it male or female, led our kind into battle and were fearsome warriors. While Eva was stunningly gorgeous with her rounded, large breasts and her defined figure, I could imagine her in a suit of barbarian battle armor and two bloodied maces.

"To the Tundra!" I bellowed.

To Be Continued...