Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2007 22:43:23 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: WARRIOR REALM

[READER'S NOTE] The Warrior Realm is a mythical world of witches  and
warlocks. Set in no particular time period, it parallels the journey of a  young
barbarian (Nomad), a young magician (Liam), and a mystical Minotaur  (Hoof), as
they search to find themselves and a purpose for  life...
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WARRIOR REALM
Chapter-1/The Warrior and the  Barbarian
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Gordan --the Warrior, met the young barbarian (Nomad) a mere year ago when  he
was a slave. Nomad's parents were killed when he was 7 when his village was
pillaged by Knight Raider. His father was killed defending his family, while
his  mother was repeatedly raped and beaten to death. The children of the small
 village were rounded up, and taken into captivity where they were forced to
work  hard labor until death in one of the many Slave Pits of Zog (an evil
Sorcerer  bent on ruling the world.
For 10 years Nomad worked in the Slave Pits. There Nomad had seen many of
his fellow friends grow older and die of hunger and disease before their time.
He was sure he'd live his entire life there as a slave, until a group of
warrior  bandits road through, killing some of the guards that kept the slaves in
heavy  bondage and causing mayhem. It was then that Gordan took pity on the
young 16  year old slave boy, and took him under his wing. They bonded together
rather  quickly as Gordan and his Bandits taught Nomad all they knew about
weapons and  fighting. Nomad took learning quickly, and was soon riding along side
Gordan and  his crew as a full warrior.
Along their journeys they fought giants, monsters, demons, and other
creatures of the night. It was after Nomad's first successful fight, that the
Bandits decided to make him a man. They took him to a whore house, and made him
sleep with several women to insure his manhood. The next morning, Gordan and his
Bandits applauded Nomad as he descended the stairs of the house --a MAN! Not
long  after, Gordan and Nomad broke away from the group to journey across
country on  their own. The journey was tough, but anything beat the Slave  Pits.
Shortly after venturing alone, Nomad and Gordan became more than mere  riding
mates when they chose to camp along the golden brook in the Shia Forrest  of
Naddingham. There the trees were tall and ancient, the ground was old and
wise, and the water was clear and sparkling. Rumor had it that the air there was
mystical, that anything living within its realm lived a long and healthy
life.  It was there that Gordan dismounted his horse "Spades", stripped himself of
his  warrior garments, and dove head long into the cool crystal clear waters
to wash  away the dust of their ride. For an old man above 50, Gordan was in
superb shape  with rippling muscles, a firm buttock, hairy legs and torso, and
a full gray  beard, mustache, and wild stringy salt and pepper hair which he
usually wore in  2 long braided pony tails under a Viking like hat. His body
was marked with  scars, cuts, and bruises from the many battles he fought. His
skin was rough  with age and wear, and his face showed lines from  aging.
Nomad climbed down from his horse, and shed his own clothing while Gordan
swam out into the center of the lake. Nomad walked into the banks of the waters,
 and slowly submerged himself. He knew not how to swim, as he'd been a slave
most  of his young life. Gordan saw the look of uncertainty in Nomad's eyes as
the  water wade up to his neck, and swam over to him to aid. He showed Nomad
the  basics of swimming by holding him afloat on the surface. He cradled Nomad
in his  arms, taking him out into the deepest part of the water. Then he left
him there  to drown, as he swam back to the shores. Nomad screamed for
Gordan's help, but  Gordan would only encourage Nomad to relax and swim. Eventually
Nomad did  managed to float himself back into the shallow waters of the lake,
where Gordan  waited for him along the banks.
"I knew you could do it!" smiled Gordan, rubbing the top of  Nomad's head
like a proud father as he exited the water. They set up a campsite,  and started
an open fire to keep warm as the sun receded behind the mountains.  They ate
rabbit and drank ale they got from a town they rode through a few days  journey
away. They slept together under heavy blankets in front of the toasty  fire,
listening to the sounds of the Forrest.
It was then that Nomad first felt the strong arms of his mentor wrap  around
him, after he had a bad dream of watching his parents murdered before his
very eyes. It was a recurring dream that haunted Nomad since the day it
happened. Gordan cuddled the young man in his arms, pulling his bare back into  his
hairy chest as they spooned together for heat. "Don't cry boy, I will  protect
you..." whispered the older man, kissing Nomad on the back and  shoulders. For
the first time since his early childhood, Nomad felt safe in the  arms of an
adult. He cuddled back into Gordan's body, feeling his warmth against  his skin
as the night air turned cold and chilly.
They lay together unmoving for several minutes, until Nomad felt Gordan's
manhood starting to press hard into his buttock. At first he tried to ignore it
and pretend he didn't notice, but it soon became apparent that it wasn't
going  to go away when he felt Gordan starting to hump into him gently. Curiously
Nomad  pushed back onto Gordan, as they both ground back and forth under the
fury skin  of dead Elk.
"It's been a long time since I've felt the warm skin of another  warrior..."
whispered Gordan, wrapping his arm around Nomad's muscular torso as  his rough
callous hands roamed over Nomad's hairless chest and abs. "Have you  ever
been with another man, lad...?"
Nomad shook his head 'no', too paralyzed to speak. "If I do anything you
don't like..., don't be afraid to stop me, son. I don't want to hurt you..."
offered the older man. Nomad said nothing as Gordan slowly reached for his
hardon, and began to stroke it in his fist. He felt Gordan's engorged manhood
pressing between his buttock, the fat curved head digging into his anus while he
stroked his cock hard. Gordan suckled Nomad's ear lobe, breathing hot air along
 his neck. He pressed harder into his ass as his cock head leaked pre-cum all
 over the anal bud, and slowly started to penetrate the tight  ring.
Gordan held Nomad tighter as he stroked his cock harder and pressed in
deeper. Nomad groaned aloud when his anal ring was broken by the large head. His
rectum filled with the mass of his mentor's meat as his virginity was slowly
taken. This wasn't the first time Gordan had taken another warrior's ass in the
 middle of the night, but the older man took a serious liking to the teen
from  the first moment they met. He didn't want to hurt Nomad, so he took his
time  with him that first night, making his journey into man/man sex an easy
one.
Nomad had been physically depraved up until now. As a slave, he'd never  felt
the warmth and protection of another body. In the Slave Pits, they worked
until their bodies gave out. They slept where they worked, and the moment they
awakened they were forced back into labor. This was the first time he had been
 touched tenderly since he was seven.
Nomad felt Gordan's big cock moving in and out of him. He groaned and  grit
his teeth, determined to take the pain like a true warrior. He threw his  head
back against the older man's muscular shoulder as he sucked on his ear  lobe.
Gordan's hand massaged along his hard shaft at a good rate, causing  Nomad's
cock to pulse and throb. Nomad squeezed his eyes shut as his mouth gaped  open
in ecstasy. He wasn't sure what was happening to his body as he suddenly
started to orgasm all over the animal skin. Gordan felt his orgasm, and rolled
Nomad over onto his stomach where he was able to butt fuck the boy harder. He
pounded into Nomad's ass with increasing thrusts, hammering him into the
Forrest  floor until he shot his own seed deep within the young male's tightly
squeezed  innards. And thus began their sexual  relationship.
Since then, the 2 men had been inseparable. They ride across the country,
scavenging for food and wealth as they robbed and pillaged from the rich. They
sleep outdoors in the wilderness, under the stars and in each other's arms.
After the first few encounters, Gordan finally decided it was time for Nomad to
 know what it felt like to cornhole another warrior by penetrating his first
asshole. Nomad was scared the first time he knelt down behind Gordan, staring
 down at the spread ass or the warrior male before him. But once he managed
to  sheath his hard cock up into the older man's tight muscular buttock, he
couldn't  get enough of it.
That night he fucked Gordan 4 times, and once while the older man was  still
asleep. Gordan found Nomad always ready and eager to bend him over and use
his backside to climax. Gordan had to ration sex to Nomad, only allowing the boy
 to fuck him once or twice a night so he could get rest before their journey
in  the morning.
During one adventure while riding through the Dark Forrest, they came  across
a woman whom seemed to be under attack by a zombie. The Zombie had the  woman
by the neck, leaning inward as if about to eat her alive. Gordan and Nomad
rode up on their horses, just in time to save  her.
Gordan jumped down off of his horse, then donned his heavy sword. He  charged
the monster quickly with a warrior yell. The Zombie turned towards  Gordan,
just as the warrior swung. The Zombie opened its mouth in surprise,  just when
Gordan's sword sliced  through his neck. The Zombie's head soared across the
road and into the marsh,  as its body suddenly crumbled into a mass of corroded
flesh and bone. Gordan  sheathed his weapon, then held his hand out to aid
the woman to her  feet.
"My hero..." smiled the woman, taking Gordan's huge  hand.
"What is a lone woman doing out on a road such as this, unescorted  by her
mate?" asked Gordan, his eyes taking in her merry flesh as she made no  effort
to cover her exposed breasts.
"I have no mate." said the woman. "I live over there, through the  trees,
along the marsh. Come..., I must reward the man who saved my  life."
"What was that thing that attacked you?" asked Nomad, staring down  at the
disintegrating flesh as it slowly turned to ash and dust and blew away in  the
wind.
"A Zombie. They covet through the swamps in search for food." said  the
woman, as she led the warriors to her home.
"Isn't it dangerous for you to be living out here alone?" asked  Nomad,
following behind the couple as the walked through the dense trees to her  place of
residence.
"I am not afraid. They are slow and harmless. That one...,  surprised me out
of no where. Come now, let us celebrate! I have an abundance of  food and ale
for weary warriors such as yourselves. Come!" said the woman,  running forth.
Nomad seemed reluctant, but Gordan was insistent that they go  inside.
"Something seems strange about that woman..." said Nomad, grabbing  Gordan by
his muscular forearm. "I don't think we ought  to..."
"Buck up, lad! She is just female!" said Gordan, eager to follow  the fair
maiden.
"But Gordan..."
"It's bout time you become a man again, Nomad!" snapped Gordan,  irritated.
"A man?" asked the young  barbarian.
"Its been some time since you lost your virginity to the whores....,  you've
been engaged with me too long! This woman is just the thing we need to  remind
us the true calling of nature!" reasoned Gordan, taking Nomad by the
shoulder. "Follow ole Gordan's lead, boy..., you will grow hair on that bald  chest
sooner or later!" laughed the older man.
They entered into the woman's warm shack. She lived in the forest, just
inches away from the swamp. Her home was well hidden by the trees and marsh.
Inside was a warm fire. A huge kettle brewed with the smell of cooked beef in  the
air. Baked bread and wine decorated the dinning table, along with fresh
fruits and vegetables. A large bed took up over half the room. There was  blankets
of sheep skin atop bails of hay, but it looked  comfortable.
"Eat! Drink!" offered the woman, allowing them passage into her  humble
abode. "Everything is at your disposal." she added, giving Gordan a sexy  bat of
her eyelashes. Gordan felt his manhood react under his  midriff.
He and Nomad tore into the home cooking as if they were starving. Nomad
hadn't tasted food so well cooked and seasoned since before his mother died. In
the Slave Pits, they ate rats and insects, whatever scraps they could get to
stay nourished. In freedom, he and Gordan captured and ate their own food, but
rarely did it taste as well as this.
The 2 men ate until their stomachs were full. They drank until they were
drunk and feeling good. When they were done, the woman came out of her dressing
room in a sheer gown. Every inch of her voluptuous body was visible to the
drunken pair. Gordan watched with heavy interest as the woman danced
provocatively about the room, hiding her face behind a mysterious  vail.
Nomad watched as the woman danced, shaking her behind and doing a belly  roll
that would be the envy of any woman. She singled out Gordan, whom was the
older and more experienced of the two men. She got up close on him, allowing
herself to be caught in his drunken grasp. Gordan squeezed her plump breasts
with one of his huge hands while he cupped her ass with the other. He bit her
erect nipples through the sheer gown, then looked over at Nomad. "You need to
get yourself some of this, lad! Make a MAN out of you for sure!" he teased,
picking the woman up to carry her over to the bed like a  neanderthal.
"I AM a man!" yelled Nomad, some what jealous as his lover turned  his back
to him. He watched Gordan bed the woman as he pulled at his skins. In  an
instant he was naked, his hard manhood standing out a good 10 inches from his
body. The woman's eyes bulged with excitement when she laid eyes upon  it.
"What is your name, madam?" asked Gordan, eager to get inside of  her as she
spread her legs to bare herself to  him.
"My name is Celise!" said the woman, breathing heavily as she  raised her
gown to expose herself. "Place your lance inside my womb, Warrior!  Show me what
a real man can do!" she  challenged.
Gordan licked his lips, then dove his head between her legs. Celise  moaned
erotically as she threw her head back to succumb to Gordan's tongue.  Nomad
watched with growing interest as Gordan feast upon the woman's hairy  vagina,
lapping and slurping at her womanhood as if he hadn't eaten in days. The  woman
moaned and groaned, throwing her head from one side to another as her long
dark hair flung wildly about her vail.
After making her orgasm once with his mouth, Gordan climbed up from  between
her legs, and implanted his long pole into her moist womb. The woman  groaned
like a lioness as she was filled to capacity, her womanly cup running  over
with the abundance of male appendage. Gordan fucked her like a stud for  nearly
30 full minutes until he finally filled her with his essence. The woman
scratched at his back with her long fingernails when he came inside of her,
drawing his blood as she slowly licked the crimson from her  fingertips.
A second later Gordan started to convulse. He was still deeply implanted
inside of her when his entire body began to shake and quiver. At first Nomad
thought it was merely a part of Gordan's orgasm, until he noticed the older
man's skin starting to age and corrode rapidly. The woman wrapped her legs  around
Gordan's waist, locking him into place so he couldn't escape. Nomad  jumped
from his seat as he ran over to defend his  friend.
"NO!" yelled Celise, holding out her hand. A force of some sort  bounced off
of Nomad, sending him sailing across the room like some discarded  child's
toy. He crashed into a wall of shelves, toppling the entire display as  he fell
to the ground. He looked up to see Gordan transformed from a man, into  what
resembled a Zombie.
"A Sorceress!" yelled Nomad, suddenly realizing Celise's true  nature.
Nomad jumped to his feet, and grabbed Gordan's sword from his pile of  over
garments. When he tried to reach the bed again, Celise held out her hand to
hold him at bay. Nomad jumped out of the way of the force, and somersaulted
behind Gordan. Gordan's body no longer resembled the man he was. His skin looked
old and gray with aged and corrode, as his eyes sank in to become useless.
Nomad grabbed a handful of Gordan's hair, then yanked him away from the
woman's clutches. Gordan was pulled free as he fell backwards across the room on
his buttock.
"FOOL!" yelled Celise, rising to her feet. "He is no longer your  friend, he
is MY slave!"
Nomad was shocked when Gordan jumped to his feet and attacked him.
"No Gordan...!" he yelled, fighting off his dying friend without  hurting him.
Gordan grabbed Nomad about the neck and started to squeeze. His  human
strength was magnified as he sought to rip Nomad's throat out. Nomad kneed  him in
the groin, then shoved him aside as he turned his weapon on the  woman.
"Your friend is lost to you!" she said with a heavy laugh. "I have  his soul
within my grasp! He will never leave this swamp  alive!"
"And nor shall you!" snarled Nomad, stabbing the sword directly  through the
woman's heart.
Celise screamed as the cold metal pierced her beautiful young flesh. A
tremendous force drove Nomad back across the room as he fell backwards into
Gordan's arms. A strong whirlwind tore through the house, destroying everything  in
its path. A loud long high pitch wailing filled the air as all hell broke
loose. Celise's vail came off, revealing the old aging face of the woman
beneath. Her eyes widened as the air exploded, sending shards of wood and rock
everywhere.
In an instant, it was all over. Nomad found himself laying under a  mound of
debris. When his ears finally stopped ringing and he was able to free
himself, he began looking for Gordan. After a quick search, he found the remains  of
the Zombie, his decayed flesh and bones turning to dust in the wind. Noman
cried aloud as he mourned his friend, lover, and mentor. He buried Gordan's
clothing in the marsh, making it his burial ground. After a moment to honor his
memory, Nomad suited himself with Gordan's prized weapon, and mounted his
horse  --Spades, and rode off into the sunset  alone.