The Final Ring - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Little did the young ranger know what the Gods had in store for her that morning. As Robyn bathed in the pool in back of the compound she and her companions called home, she marveled at what a beautiful dawn it was. She sank to her shoulders in the cool water, its icy temperature stealing the warmth from her limbs and making her nipples harden painfully.

Not that they needed any help to be painful, she thought with a smirk.

Looking down, she could see the early morning sun glint off the gold rings that pierced each nipple. Robyn smiled, proud to have finally earned this latest badge of rank that marked her as a Ranger Guide.

Soon, she thought to herself, I will earn my final ring.

The young warrior was sure she would be the first of her companions to earn the rank of Warden, at which point she would be given her own shire to patrol, probably somewhere along the border of the civilized lands and the southern badlands. Robyn let her mind race with heroic fantasies. She saw how she would save caravans and merchants from goblin hordes, rescue nobility and common folk alike from orc raids, and how she would protect the animals and trees of the great southern forests from the raiding parties of ogres and gnolls. These creatures all too often entered the woods to cause mischief or destruction.

Her breath quickened as she imagined herself using her hard-won skill at arms and quick wits, to harass and demoralize her enemies. Her training had taught her that a single ranger was only so effective in simple combat, but by using her intelligence and wilderness skills, she could cause the enemy great confusion and anguish. By using infitration and surprise tactics, rangers had often stopped these raids, or harried the enemy forces such that reinforcements from the kingdoms of Paete and Wiltzford were able to position their troops to intercept and defeat these larger incursions.

Robyn smiled, proud to be a part of such an important force of good in the world. Her excitement and the cold water caused her pierced nipples to protrude painfully, and she moaned as she pressed her callused hand over the ringed nubs. As she did, she could feel that peculiar tingling and heat in her groin. She wondered why this seemed to happen so often lately. She still remembered when her druid teachers had told her she had passed her instructional sessions with them.

The ceremony that followed involved her laying on the ceremonial alter, limbs spread and bound. The druids, in their dark green hooded robes, spread special unguents over her nipples, making them harder then ever before and alive with a burning, maddening itch that she longed to scratch. She remembered looking up at them with fear and anticipation as they chanted holy words and hymns to Elora, Goddess of Forests, asking her blessing on the rite of passage.

She remembered how they heated the silver needles to a fiery red. How they held her as they pierced each nipple slowly, watching to see if she would cry out. Robyn thought back on how she had bit her lip, covered in sweat as her naked body writhed under their hands. Not a single sound escaped her lips, despite the agony she felt. After the needles were withdrawn, gold rings were slipped in the holes, and a magic spell cast to join the ends together. The same spell hardened the soft gold so that it was as tough as the clear tear-stones mined by the northern mountains dwarves.

As soon as the rings were in place, the elder druid priestess began to stroke the initiate's inner thighs, causing them to become wet and slick. Her fingers soon found their way to Robyn's bald crotch, and began to caress and play with the sensitive flesh there. Droplets of slippery arousal formed inside her burning furrow, quickly building up and trickling down the cleft of her sex to her anus. Before long, Robyn was panting, moaning in pleasure as another druid approached, bearing a ceremonial golden bowl. As Robyn watched, the druid priestess reached in and drew out two seeds from the sacred Chula trees. Each seed was dark red and round, the size of a small crabapple.

Continuing her erotic massage with one hand, the druid priestess slowly began to work one seed into Robyn's weeping pussy. Robyn gasped as the large seed was pressed inside, stretching her nethers further than ever before. As she lay there gasping and moaning with pleasure, the priestess began to work the second seed into her, all the while stroking her engorged clit and wet labia.

After both seeds were inside her, the two druids began a chant, asking the gods to bless the event. They asked the gods favor to ensure the seeds, now properly germinated, would grow into the proud trees that filled the mighty forests of this region. The stroking fingers of the druid priestess soon caused Robyn to scream her climax out into the night. Her naked hips bucked on the altar as her pussy squeezed at the seeds inside her. After she stopped quivering, the two seeds were gently removed, their outer shells softened by the copious secretions they had soaked in.

The seeds would be quickly planted, thereby helping to bind the soul of the young ranger with that of the forest. In fact, ever since the ceremony, the forest had seemed new to Robyn, like she was seeing it for the first time. Nor was that the only change. Robyn's nipples had grown since that night, and darkened to a darker scarlet. Their sensitivity had increased as well. Robyn could only wonder if the same would happen when she had finished her apprenticeship and the druids would pierce the hood of her clitoris, the final badge to earn.

The thought caused Robyn to moan, as her fingers busied themselves between her thighs, and her other hand reached up to pinch and twist her hard, inch-long nipples. The surface of the water rolled as she roughly pumped three fingers into her burning entrance. Then she felt her passion peak, and break over her like a large wave, sweeping her conscious thought away and sending her into another realm.

Slowly, as reality returned, Robyn slipped her head below the water's surface. Shaking herself, she washed away the traces of her passion and surfaced. She climbed out and dried herself off quickly. Looking up, she saw Wuufar, another of the apprentices watching her.

He blushed and looked away. The small bulge in his trousers was evidence of his spying. Robyn smiled, remembering Wuufar's scream as the seeds were inserted into him on his graduation. In fact, as Robyn reflected, he had been walking strangely ever since. She giggled, thinking that perhaps the seeds were still in place.

Glancing at the rising sun, she hurriedly dressed, slipping on the supple leather armor and greaves. Picking up her spear and short sword, she went looking for the senior ranger, Dingoo, so that she could get her patrol assignment.

She found him on the hill overlooking the glade, greeting the sun in his own personal way. Robyn smiled as she admired his naked form basking in the early morning sun. Ridges of hard muscle defined his shoulders and arms. His torso was well defined, the hard muscles marred by the pale scars from countless skirmishes with the forces of evil. His body was hairless, as were all the rangers, due to the druids' teachings and magical rites. Clearing her throat, she announced her presence.

"Good morning, Robyn," he said without turning around.

He's always doing that, she thought. Probably knew I was here all along.

Dingoo explained the area he wanted her to patrol. She was to cover the hills south of the river Lusmatine, east towards the centaur lands. Robyn listened as he gave his orders. Once she had all the details, Robyn stocked her pack with a week's worth of provisions and set off through the woods.

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She slipped quietly through the forest, moving as swiftly as only a druid or ranger could. Indeed the only ones faster at woodland travel, without using magic, were the elves. Robyn wondered if any of the mysterious creatures were watching her now. Stopping for a moment, she reached out with her senses, slowly merging her consciousness with that of the forest.

As she felt the area around her expanded awareness, she 'glimpsed' a brief flash of something at the edges of her view. She looked at the area, but saw nothing except for a single chula leaf, slowly floating to the ground. Smiling at her developing skills, she set out again for her patrol area.

As she approached the river, she reached into her belt pouch and removed a single silver dercha coin. Kimi, the mistress of beasts, guarded the ferry. She ferried travelers across the river, and also bred and raised war dogs that were much in demand by soldiers in the northern armies.

Robyn was about to enter the small lodge where Kimi lived, and paused as she could hear Kimi's soft cries of ecstasy coming from inside. One of the ways that Kimi controlled the savage dogs was by mating with each of them often. As Robyn stuck her head inside the lodge, she could see Kimi's muscular form on top of one of the huge dogs. Looking closer, she could see the large red cock of the shaggy war dog disappear deep into Kimi's pussy as her hips rolled.

Robyn's breath became rapid and shallow as she watched the beast mistress moan with satisfaction as the red shaft penetrated her. Robyn's hand slipped under the hem of her short leather skirt, gently circling the hardening bud at the top of her crease. She slid a middle finger between her nether lips to collect wetness. While pinching her clit between wet fingertips, she watched Kimi lean forward.

The war dog's shiny red shaft slid partial out of his mistress and she could see the knot at the base of the beast's cock began to swell. Robyn licked her lips and watched in awe as Kimi rocked back harder, the swollen bulb parting her fleshy folds and slowly slipping into her warm moist tunnel. Kimi grunted and bore down, ensuring the entire knot slipped inside her. Her hips moved back and forth and Kimi's moans became louder and more frequent as she neared an orgasm with the big knot inside her. The great dog's legs jerked and kicked, as he shot his load deep into his mistress. "Yesssss... Zeuuus.." Kimi groaned loudly and her hips shook, grinding the knot against her sensitive spot as her orgasm pulsed within.

Robyn's fingers were wet with her juices as she watched the erotic spectacle before her. She pumped two fingers into her pussy and pushed the heel of her palm against her clit as she imagined fucking Zeus the war dog. She pushed one breast against the door jamb, to rub her hard, pierced nipple.

Kimi kissed and licked at the dog's mouth and wet tongue, demonstrating her command over the beast. Then she rolled to the side, carefully slipping the still-swollen member from her and covering her pussy with one hand. Kimi allowed the war dog to regain his feet and trot away, his shiny red penis slowly shrinking. Kimi sat up and spread her knees. Her fingers collected some of the combined fluids dribbling from her reddened, puffy pussy and brought it to her lips. She was sucking at her fingers when she looked up to see Robyn standing at the doorway with one hand moving under her skirt.

With a wry smile on her face, she asked, "Can I help you, little one?"

Robyn jerked her hand from under her skirt and blushed.

"I was just...that is, I wanted... I need to cross the river, please." She stammered with embarrassment. "I have the toll," she said, holding up the silver dercha.

Kimi smiled at the young ranger's obvious excitement and embarrassment. "No, the toll is a little higher today, young one. A bit more 'personal', if you know what I mean?" She crooked a finger, beckoning Robyn to come closer as she spread her feet wide and leaned back on both elbows.

Robyn licked her lips as she saw the sloppy feast before her, still wet with the combined juices of the beast mistress and the war hound. Her heart thumped in her chest as she set aside her spear and knelt between Kimi's muscular legs. She bent down and lowered her mouth to the mistress's waiting treat. Robyn could smell their union, the musky human and the earthy hound. She stuck out her tongue and began softly licking at the bittersweet fluids bubbling from the puffy lips before her.

Kimi placed one of her hands on the young ranger's head and directed her eager tongue. "Yesss, there..."

Robyn greedily sucked and licked at the warm offering before her. She could taste the two separate flavors in the copious juices flowing over her tongue. She marveled at how the two tastes went together so well - the bitter, nutty dog sperm mixing so well with the sweet, salty juices of Kimi's most intimate scents. Robyn sealed her mouth over the entrance to her new lover's pussy and her cheeks hollowing as she began to lick and suck the free-flowing spring of passion beneath her. Kimi arched her back, thrusting her crotch against the ranger's face, grinding and mashing her sensitive clitoris against the lips fastened ravenously to her burning pussy.

"Oh yes, that's it. Clean me little one. Eat Zeus's passion from inside me!" Kimi pulled her young lover's head closer, closing her thighs around it to hold it in place. She noisily orgasmed again, flooding Robyn's mouth with her sweet nectar.

Slowly relaxing, Kimi pulled Robyn up and kissed her young mouth, probing deeply with her tongue, tasting herself and traces of her dog's coupling there. The muscular warrior spent several minutes hugging the young ranger close and running her hands freely over the young woman's body.

"You have earned your passage today," she said with a smile on her flushed face. Kimi stood and slipped a leather tunic over her naked body.

The pair stepped outside of the lodge and Kimi quickly ferried Robyn across the wide river. "Remember that I may want you to earn your passage again when you return," she smirked.

Robyn blushed and licked her lips. She nodded her head eagerly.

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Once across the river, Robyn set out for the rolling hills that she had been instructed to patrol. She slipped the though the lush woodland, staying inside the cover of the trees for concealment. As she canvassed the area, she picked up the sounds of a conversation somewhere up ahead. She moved silently through the trees, before coming upon a small clearing. She could see three figures within the glen, having a discussion and sharing an afternoon meal.

The largest of the figures was a handsome centaur, a member of the half-human, half-horse race that owned the lands bordering the forest. The magnificent creature was lying on his stomach, his equine legs folded and tucked underneath him. The second member of the trio was a muscular forest troll, clad in deep brown leather. His massive build strained the stitches holding his clothing together. His craggy features were weather-beaten and tanned. To his right sat a feral satyr, resting on a small boulder. Between them, several small fish were cooking over a small fire and the friends were passing around several bottles of centaur wine, the powerful magic beverage favored by their race. As she watched and listened, she gathered that the centaur was named Bowsar; the satyr, Pa'Aey the wanderer; and the troll, simply Troll. She hid behind a small tree, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Pa'Aey, lets hear a little music while we eat," she heard Bowsar ask. Glancing around the tree, she saw the satyr reach into his haversack and pull out a set of pipes. For some reason a warning bell sounded in her mind, but she couldn't remember exactly why.

As Pa'Aey began to play, Troll broke out into a light-footed jig, dancing around the edge of the clearing. Bowsar raised up, standing tall and proud. The mighty centaur apparently felt like dancing as well, as he stamped his hooves in time with the lively melody.

In fact, as she listened, Robyn felt like joining them. Too late she realized the danger. The magic nature of the satyr's flute was affecting her, wrapping her in its spell. As the tune became wilder and more primal, Robyn struggled to resist the call of the dance. As the melody changed again, wild erotic images began to form in her mind's eye. Scenes of wild animalistic orgies flashed through her head. Without realizing it, she began to rub the shaft of her spear between her thighs, further weakening her control.

"What's this?" a gruff voiced asked as two powerful hands grasped her arms and pinned them behind her back. The spear fell from her fingers as the troll pushed her into the clearing.

"A guest for our little party?" the satyr asked, pausing in playing his magical pipes. He quickly began again, and the magic was even more powerful as she stood restrained next to the source of the erotic spell.

The centaur walked over and grasped the front of her leather armor. His powerful arms flexed briefly and the knots holding her breastplates together snapped like simple strings. Her ringed breasts were exposed, the scarlet nipples hardening under the hungry gazes of the three friends.

"A Ranger Guide by the looks of things," Bowsar said, "unless she's a full Warden?" Reaching down, the centaur pulled down the skirt, revealing her hairless womanhood. "I don't see a ring," he chuckled and rubbed the nub of her clit with one of his large fingertips.

Under the satyr's spell, Robyn watched in horror as her hips bucked against the digit, completely beyond her control.

"Not a Warden. But then a Warden would have known better than to fall under a satyr's spell. And have the manners to avoid listening in on other people's conversations."

"Please..." Robyn panted, "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean... ugh ...any harm. Let me go?" Robyn struggled against the powerful troll's grip, all to no avail.

"Since you shared our conversation, it's only fitting that you share our wine." The satyr said, lifting a bottle of the powerful magic elixir up to her lips.

Robyn tried to turn away from the bottle, knowing that the magic centaur wine was too powerful for a human to consume. Desperate to maintain some control, she clenched her lips closed.

"Drink!" the centaur commanded, his powerful fingers grasping her left nipple and squeezing cruelly.

As Robyn cried out in pain, the satyr tilted the bottle between her lips, pouring a large amount into her throat and over her mouth and chin. Sputtering and choking, she was forced to swallow the burning liquid.

Immediately, tingling warmth spread through her body. As the magic wine worked its spell, her thighs parted of their own volition. Her breath became rapid panting as lust spread from her now-dripping pussy to the tips of her breasts. When she tilted her head back with a moan, the satyr poured more of the wine into her mouth.

She no longer struggled to get away.

As the troll released her arms, his large palms moved to cover her nipples, rubbing them firmly. She leaned back against the troll's massive chest and groaned in pleasure. The centaur's fingers continued their erotic massage of her lower lips, causing her to roll and buck her hips in an obscene manner.

"Please...oh please, don't stop," she begged as the magic flutes and wine awoke a lust inside her like none she had ever felt.

As the troll lowered her to lay back on the grass, the satyr opened another bottle of the centaur wine. While Robyn watched through lust-filled half-open eyes, Pa'Aey worked the neck of the bottle inside her pussy. As soon as the magic wine flowed into her, Robyn felt as if a raging fire had been lit inside her. She thrust her hips up, trying to drive the bottle deeper into her hungry hole. Finally the troll held her down. The satyr slipped the wet end of the bottle from her pussy and nudged it into her anus to pour the remainder within. Fire erupted inside her again and she struggled in the troll's grasp.

"Relax, the wine will protect you from harm, my sweet." Troll said as he nuzzled her neck with his breaded face.

Robyn could feel the last of her control burn away in the flames of her desire. When she looked up again, she could see the satyr attaching an arrangement of ropes over the back of the Bowsar. From where she was laying, she could see the centaur's mottled phallus emerging from its sheath. She gasped at the size of it. It was longer than her forearm and easily as big around. The satyr's cock was also erect, long and red with a pointed head. It reminded Robyn of the cock she had seen earlier in Kimi's lodge. Glancing down, she watched as Troll removed the now empty bottle and began to loosen his leather trousers. As he pulled them down, his stiffening cock sprang forth. Robyn licked her lips as she gaazed at the brown shaft bobbing above her.

"Is she ready?" Bowsar asked.

"Oh yes!" replied Troll. He effortlessly picked her up and placed her in the cradle hanging below Bowsar's girth. The ropes were arranged so that the equine cock was resting on her stomach, past her navel. Robyn spread her legs and placed them in the stirrups attached to the ropes, rocking back and forth to rub the hot centaur shaft against the lips of her pussy.

"Are you ready to be my mare, young ranger?" asked the centaur.

"OH yes... Please mate with me...take me...please!" Robyn begged, desperate to mate, her loins blazing, the heat of the rut upon her. She pulled herself forward, to position the head of the equine cock at the waiting entrance of her womanhood. She tried to push herself onto the flat head, but it was simply too large to go in. Crying with desperate need, she struggled harder and harder.

Finally, Pa'Aey determined a solution. Crawling on his back, he positioned himself underneath the hanging ranger. He reached up and poked the tapered tip of his red dog-like penis at the entrance of her twitching asshole. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her hips and pulled her. His strong arms flexed as he pulled her onto his cock and the centaur's at the same time.

"AAAYYYEEEIIIIIII!!!"

Robyn screamed as the two shafts penetrated her deeply. If not for the magic wine douching and enema, she would have been split in two. Robyn groaned as her pussy was stretched around the centaur's organ. At the same time, the satyr's red cock plunged deeper and deeper into her heated bowels. She grunted as the two cocks drove the breath from her lungs. Never had she felt so full. There was pain, but it only served to underscore her passion. Her eyes became glassy and vacant as she began to tremble from the crashing waves of ecstasy that flowed through her.

As the two creatures began to thrust in alternate unison, Robyn felt her mind begin to spin off into another realm filled only with pleasure and passion. None of her sexual encounters had prepared her for something like this. As her head lolled back, Troll rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, teasing her with it. Robyn tried to capture the brown head with her mouth, but Troll was merciless with his teasing. Finally, Robyn was drooling with desire. She could feel the knot at the base of the satyr's cock pound against the ring of her sphincter. As Troll finally pushed the head of his erection inside her waiting mouth, Bowsar bucked harder, forcing a couple more inches into her stretched entrance. At the same time, Pa'Aey held her hips and rammed the knot past her asshole, locking them together. As she screamed in ecstasy, Troll plunged nearly half of his long cock deep into her throat.

Robyn's orgasm shook her to her core as three phalluses filled her completely. As she shook and trembled, the three friends each filled her with their own orgasms. Hot beastial cum filled her ass, her throat, her pussy. As the group reached their orgasms tied together by the spell of lust that the pipes and wine had cast, Robyn sobbed with release as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her. She trembled and shook, no longer in control of her limbs. Vivid colors flashed in front of her eyes and ethereal voices filled her ears.

So lost in pleasure, she never felt them pull out of her. They removed her from the harness and gently laid her face down on top of Troll's belly. Robyn moaned as she felt Troll spread her thighs and place his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She welcomed the cock into her empty tunnel as he pushed inside. Pa'Aey was standing in front of her and grasped her head to push his still swollen red shaft into her mouth. She shuddered as she felt Bowsar's horse stomach against her back and his equine cock push against her gaping anus. She mentally said a quick prayer of thanks to Kaite, the Goddess of Lust, for the magic wine protecting her from harm.

As the trio attacked her holes again, she gave the last of her conscious mind over to the raging passion within her. She no longer had any rational thought. All that mattered was the raw primal need to rut. Her mouth emitted only animalistic grunts and squeals as she fucked like a wild beast. She savagely impaled herself on the offered cocks with a fury that amazed the three friends.

The orgy continued for two more hours. Each of the forest creatures repeatedly mated with the young ranger, in all combinations and positions. As time passed, she felt her stomach swollen with all the sperm she had swallowed, and her body was wet from head to toes with the viscous mix of cum squirted out of her openings each time one of the creatures thrust a cock into them.

Finally she could take no more, nd slipped into unconsciousness with a satisfied smile on her sticky face. Mixed sperm ran freely from her abused asshole and pussy and mouth, to pool on the forest floor. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum, plastered to her skull like a helmet. The lips of her pussy were bright red and puffy and frothy white cum poured from her pussy. The swollen ring of her anus gaped open obscenely, allowing a steady flow of bubbling cum to leak out of her bowels. Perhaps the most shocking sight was of the young girl's clitoris. The tender nub had been so abused that it was a deep scarlet, and remained turgid even now. It parted the swollen labia at the top of her cunt like some vermilion thumb.

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When sanity finally returned, she woke up to see the sky full of stars. The twin moons Jonh and Ulo were high in the sky overhead. She was lying on a soft bower of fresh pine limbs and sweet shaer flowers. An elven silk sheet covered her naked form. A fire was burning and she could see a familiar figure crouched on the other side of the fire.

As she pulled back the white elven silk sheet, the figure by the fire stood slowly, revealing a large naked human. He approached her, firelight glinting on the gold rings piercing his nipples and the golden stud that pierced the head of his penis (the male equivalent of the clit piercing she hoped to win for herself). She smiled as she stretched, feeling her muscles relax and loosen. Glancing down, she could see that she had been cleaned, and some sweet fragrant oil had been rubbed into her skin.

She spread her legs and caressed her pussy with one hand. As the man stood above her, she reached up with her free hand and briefly stroked his rapidly hardening shaft. He stepped over one of her legs and knelt between her feet. As the man bent down, he softly kissed the back of her hand rubbing her pussy. She opened her fingers to spread her wet nether lips. His tongue darted forward to lick at her pink interior and she moved both hands up to pinch her pierced nipples.

He asked, "Did you enjoy your birthday present?"

Robyn moaned as she watched him rise above her and felt his hardness slowly pry open the lips of her female flower and slowly slide in. Looking into his brown eyes full of love and desire. "Yes, Father, thank you," she hissed as he slowly penetrated her with the full length of his manhood. She was still sore and tender, but what pain there was just excited her more.

"Good. Your sixteenth birthday only comes once." Dingoo smiled as his daughter writhed beneath him.

Continued in Chapter 2

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