Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2008 15:24:40 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: warrior realm-6/the ogre and the maiden

[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 for self...]

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WARRIOR REALM
Chapter-6/The Ogre and the Maiden

Pt-1

	Finally reaching the end of the desert, Nomad and his companions
find themselves back on greener pasture, galloping through the green
hillsides in search of food and shelter.
	Having lost his black stallion to the fiery breath of a dragon
(last chap), Nomad was forced to ride the back of the Minotaur Hoof, along
with his friend the magician Liam.

	Hoof suddenly stopped in his tracks when he spotted a rabbit
scampering across a field. He motioned for his riding companions to be
quiet and to keep still while he donned his bow and arrow, then aimed it at
the unsuspecting creature. In the blink of an eye the rabbit was pierced
with the arrow as it limped and hobbled to a slow death.

"Dinner shall be ready within the hour!" smiled Hoof, trotting towards the
dead animal.
	Sudden from over the hill they heard a battle cry, then heard the
short screams of men falling in arms.

"That way, Hoof. Yaa...!" yelled Nomad, instinctively grabbing a fistful of
Hoof's mane while spiking him in the ribs with his heels.
	Hoof jumped up on his hind legs and howled painfully before
reaching back with his human hands and wrestling Nomad off of his back.

"Do that again and I will stomp your little warrior butt all over this
green pasture!" threatened Hoof, shaking Nomad back and forth like a rag
doll.

"I meant nothing by it...!" said Nomad, falling to the ground on his butt.

"I'm no one's steed!" stated Hoof, stomping his front hooves into the dirt
just between Nomad's spread legs as he scurried backwards to safety.

"Okay! Okay..., I get it!" yelled Nomad, covering his privates.

	Over the hill the warriors found a battalion of Centurions battling
against a huge ugly Ogre. "We've got to help them...!" yelled Nomad,
running down the hill as fast as he could with his sword drawn.

"But we don't know which side to save...!" said Hoof, watching the
Centurions get slaughter as the ugly Ogre beat them with a tree trunk.

"Are you daft, Minotaur...?" said Nomad, running faster. "Isn't it obvious
which side needs our help...? ...the HUMANS!"

"Humans were usually the cause of my troubles...!" signed Hoof, before
galloping behind Nomad.

	At the bottom of the hill the armored warriors charged for attack
on horseback. The Ogre yelled in pain as his big greenish/gray body was cut
with their swords and arrows. With a swipe of his oversized hand, he
knocked over two horses and their riders, sending them all tumbling to the
ground.
	A lone rider ran up on horseback, his armor distinctly different
from the rest as he posed his sword high above his head as he swung it
mightily. A large gash split under the creature's arm before he backslapped
the warrior across the field. Nomad jumped over the fallen Hero as he
continued to charge on foot. The Ogre turned just as Nomad's sword sliced
off his right hand.

"AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHH..!!" screamed the Ogre as blood gushed everywhere. The
Ogre raised his other arm, preparing to pound his fist down on Nomad's head
when his chest was suddenly pierced with an arrow. "AARRHHH!!" he yelled,
stumbling backwards as another arrow quickly followed the first.
	The Ogre looked up to see a Minotaur running towards him in full
stride with a bow and arrow. Fearing further harm, he quickly ran off,
heading towards the dense forest at the foot of the hills.

"We have the creature on the run...! Quickly..., stop him before he reaches
the forest!" yelled the fallen hero. Liam ran to Nomad's side as the Ogre
disappeared in the trees. "We have to find him..." said the Hero,
struggling to get to his feet as he peeled off his dented armored chest
plate. "We have to follow his blood trail...!"

"Follow the monster into its own lair..., that's suicide! Who are you...?"
asked Hoof, watching the man climb to his feet. "Why are you and your men
out here fighting an Ogre?"

"He..., stole something from me...!" said the Hero, unclipping the latch to
his helmet.

"What did he steal...?" asked Nomad curiously, as the man's helmet hit the
ground heavily, revealing his handsome face.

"My WIFE...!"

Pt-2

	Nomad, Hoof, Liam, and the Hero went on a brief search for the Ogre
in the forest, but the blood trail ended at the water stream, making
following the creature impossible.
	Back at the battle zone, battle warriors gathered up their injured
and dead, mounting them on their horses for the short trip back home. The
Hero invited Nomad and his men back to his home in the city to rest and
freshen up for their help with the Monster. Nomad accepted, following the
remains of the Battalion.

	After an hour's ride, they came across a gated city, surrounded by
a high stone wall. The huge iron gates opened to allow the warriors in
where they were welcomed by the citizens of the land. The dead and wounded
were pulled from their horses and attended to immediately while the others
sulked about their loss.
	The strangers were greeted as heroes once word began to spread how
they helped defeat the evil Ogre, --wounding him.

"What city is this?" asked Hoof, impressed by the peaceful surroundings and
beautiful buildings making up the large city.

"This is the city of Newtonian..." answered the Hero, riding along side the
visitors as they looked around the city in awe. "... and the warriors you
helped brave are the Centurions. We guard the city and all its citizens
from any outside forces that hope to rage havoc across our fair land!" he
added valiantly as he guided the travelers towards the castle.
	At the castle bridge, guards greeted the Hero with a bow of royalty
before allowing him and his guests to pass through.

"You are a King...?" asked Nomad, riding the backs of one of the Hero's
dead soldier's horses.

"ah..., not yet. I am but just a Prince..." said the Hero as the horses
took them through the castle gates. "I am Prince Vincent..." said the Hero,
formally introducing himself. "...heir to the throne of Newtonian! And I
welcome you into my home, as my guests!"
	Nomad and his friends were taken and escorted to their rooms by
servants. "Anything you wish or need, just ask for..., my kingdom is at
your disposal!" offered Prince Vincent. "But I would be honored if you
would all join me for dinner in the Royal Hall...?"

"It would be our honor, Prince!" said Nomad, nobly.
	Nomad and his friends were treated to hot baths in a natural indoor
spring coming down from the volcanic mountain side, then given massages by
skilled masseuses before being taken down to the Royal Hall for dinner with
the Prince and his parents.
	The Royal Hall was beautifully decorated, with more than enough
food for an army. Guards escorted Nomad, Liam, and Hoof to their seats
across from Prince Vincent and the Queen of the Royal family. They all
stood as they bowed to her Majesty.

"Please, my friends..., sit!" insisted Vincent. "I am sorry that my father
`the King' could not attend this dinner in your honor..." announced Vincent
at the start of dinner as he stood and raise a toast. "...but my father has
become gravely ill of late.., but my mother `the Queen' has graciously left
his side to meet the men who helped us wound the evil Ogre!"
	The travelers all raised their mugs as the Queen nodded her head in
approval in their direction.

"She's awfully young to be his mother...!" whispered Nomad to his friends.

"We are related only by marriage!" smiled the Queen, having heard them.

"Prince Vincent..., how did you come about battle with this Ogre...?" asked
Hoof, ripping a turkey legs off a goldenly cooked bird.

"For the past few weeks he's been seen wandering into the city at night
when no one is around, sneaking into the Castle's Palace grounds to see my
fiancée, the maiden Joy, while she was sleeping asleep!"

"What for?" asked Liam curiously, riveted by the tale.

"I do not know..., suffice to say she soon disappeared..., and our guards
tracked her location to the forest, --where the Ogre lives!"

"No chance she just ran away?" questioned Hoof, checking every angle.

"Why would she...?" asked the Queen in royal fashion. "She has everything a
girl could ever want at her fingertips! She is destined to be the next
Queen of Newtonian, --after I am gone of course! And she is to marry the
riches most eligible man in all the land! Why would any girl in her right
mind run away from all that?"

"She's a women...!" answered Hoof, plainly, --receiving a frown from the
Queen.

"Are you saying that women are fickle, mister...?"

"Hoof!"

"...mister Hoof?" asked the Queen, turning up her nose.

"Wars have been started over women..." stated Hoof, having seen a lot in
his many years.

"ah..., and wars have been started by impotent power hungry men as
well...!" responded the Queen, sourly.

"Impotent no doubt, because of the betrayal of some women most likely...!"
reasoned Hoof.

"Perhaps..." smirked the Queen, taking a sip from her wine glass. "...mr
Hoof has fallen for the wrong women in his travels...?" she amused, getting
no response from Hoof.

"Well..., when it comes to my father, you will find no woman more devoted
to her mate than my mother!" stated Prince Vincent, changing the
subject. "My father became strangely ill only after the Ogre was reported
seen wandering about the Castle! We believe HE may have had something to do
with my father's sickness!"

"You think he poised the King?" asked Liam, suspiciously.

"Witchery?" added Nomad.

"We do not know..." said the Prince, sadly. "Our medicine men cannot find
anything specifically wrong with him..., but his condition worsens with
each passing day!"

"If witchcraft made your father sick, perhaps sorcery will make him
better...?" questioned Nomad.

"We don't know..." answered the Prince. "But if my father dies..., I will
personally see to it that the Ogre's head rests firmly upon the end of my
blade!"

"Aye! And WE shall help you!" agreed Nomad, without consulting with his
travel-mates.
	Liam and Hoof eyeballed each other at Nomad's promise. Fighting
Ogres was always dangerous work. They were normally 5 times the size of
ordinary man, with the strength of ten or more. Ogres were notorious for
eating human flesh. And the Ogre they saw making minced meat of Prince
Vincent's Battalion was definitely one of the biggest, baddest, ugliest
Ogres around.

	After dinner the Queen excused herself, saying she had to go check
in on her husband while her son and his guess stayed to drink, be merry,
and watch the showgirls dance enticingly for them. Hoof really enjoyed the
women as they took turns riding his back. The women were impressed by
Hoof's strength and oversized manhood which instantly grew long and hard as
soon as he saw them.
	Liam lay low, watching the show and keeping a weary eye on
everyone. Something was afoot in the Royal House, he could feel it in his
bones. He declined involvement whenever one of the showgirls approached,
trying to get him to join in their dance.

	Nomad and Prince Vincent became good friends during heavy drink,
sharing stories of battle in their adventures. During the wee hours Vincent
dismissed his Royal staff and guards, sending them on their way as he and
Nomad continued their celebration and compared battle scars. Vincent sat
back in his chair, admiring Nomad's muscular body as he stood and tossed
aside his upper garment to reveal his muscles.

"You're a very handsome man..." smiled Prince Vincent drunkenly, as Hoof
was being taken to his Chamber by a dozen dancers and Liam lay his head
sleeping on the dinning table.

"Thank you..." said Nomad, flexing shamelessly. When Prince Vincent reached
out and touched him gently about his arm, Nomad jumped with startle. "Let
me guess..." said Vincent, smiling amused. "...you've never been with a man
before?"

"Well..." smirked Nomad, drunkenly... "...not with a Prince!"
	Prince Vincent's smile broadened.

"Perhaps we can fix that...?" he suggested, inviting Nomad back to his
chambers.
	Inside the large spacious chamber lay many historic artifacts of
his city's army; ancient armors, shields, swords, helmets, as well as
statures of his most powerful ancestors. To the far end of the room lay a
large opening with a balcony which showed a beautiful view of the city
below. In the center of the room lay a huge canopy bed, with heavy covers
and lots of threw pillows. In the bed lay 5 alluring damsels, all naked and
entwined as they awaited their Prince and his companion.
	Nomad watched with amusement as the women kissed and licked each
other all over, rubbing and exposing themselves seductively as they awaited
their masters. With a clap of his mighty hands, Prince Vincent drunkenly
ordered the ladies to disperse and leave him and his friend to sleep off
their ale. The women left feeling dejected as Prince Vincent presented
Nomad to lay in his enormous bed.

"Very impressive...!" smirked Nomad cockily as he staggered towards the
bed. Prince Vincent peeled off his long red cap as he casually tossed it to
the floor before starting to remove layers of his Royal garments to reveal
his chiseled hairy chest and spectacular abs.
	Lust began to swell in Nomad's loins as he too began taking off his
garments, stripping naked as he stood and waited for the Prince's lead.

	Prince Vincent walked up to Nomad (standing face to face), their
erections touching as they began to explore each other's torsos with their
hands curiously. A cool breeze blew across the open room making both men's
nipples harden as Vincent leaned forward and kissed Nomad in the mouth.
	Nomad drunkenly accepted the strong kiss as Vincent slowly sank to
his knees before him and took his erect manhood whole.

	Prince Vincent swallowed Nomad's 8 inch cock all the way down to
the root before pressing his nose in the teenager's pubes. Nomad groaned as
Vincent's throat muscles massaged and caressed his hardon before the Prince
withdrew, dragging his bearded lips along the shaft and up to the swollen
head.
	Nomad stood as Prince Vincent expertly sucked his cock, bobbing his
head back and forth as he easily took the Barbarian's piece to the root
with each downward plunge, grabbing hold of Nomad's hips for support while
he devoured the teen's manhood whole. Vincent sucked up and down the
Barbarian's swollen manhood until he pulled off completely, his saliva
dripping plentifully from the saturated shaft.

"Fuck me Barbarian!" ordered Vincent, climbing onto the bed on his hands
and knees. Nomad saw Vincent's bare muscular ass cheeks part to expose his
hairy ass crack. He buried his face in the Prince's butt and began eating
his asshole. Vincent moaned huskily as Nomad's tongue licked across his
puckered anus before drilling deeply into the throbbing ring.
	Once he was satisfied he had the anus well lubricated with saliva,
Nomad stood then presented his cock to the hole. The tight anus gripped
around Noman's manhood vice-like as the barbarian fought to bury his
staff. Once embedded the hole flowered open and relaxed as Prince Vincent
reached down between his spread legs and began playing with his own 9 inch
hardon while getting fucked by the Barbarian.

"Yes! That's it you savage, fuck me! Harder! Yes! Oh yes! Give me your
cock! Fuck me like I'm one of my female whores!" grunted Prince Vincent as
Nomad hammered in and out of his anal ring. Nomad could tell that the
Prince's anus still had a firm grip despite obviously being pounded
regularly by his Royal Guard. Nomad imagined the Prince bent over, getting
butt fucked one by one by his closest guards on a nightly basis. He could
just picture each of them cumming in the Prince's royal guts, filling his
cavity with gush after gush of Centurion cum before pulling out to make
room for the next guard. Nomad found himself losing his own seed to
Vincent's entrails as he fucked harder into his Royal asshole.
	Unaware that Nomad had just cum in him, Vincent pulled off of the
Barbarian's dick then flipped around on his back as he lifted his legs to
expose his asshole more. "Put it back in, Nomad..., make me your bitch!"
ordered the Prince lustfully. Nomad aimed his still hard teenaged cock up
to the cum slicken hole and pushed back in. "Yeessss...!" growled Vincent
as he went back to masturbating his Royal cock.

	Nomad fucked the Prince in missionary position, hammering his meaty
sausage in and out of the hairy hole for another 15 full minutes before
Vincent started to cum all over his own hairy torso. Nomad felt the
Prince's asshole clench and throb on his plunging cock as he continued to
fuck him straight through his orgasm. "AARRRHHH, yeah! Yeah! Fuck me
Barbarian! Bury your cum in my male cunt!" yelled his Majesty.
	Nomad felt his balls tighten as his cock swelled then started to
hose the Prince's ass with another dose of warrior cum. "AAHHHH...!!!"
yelled the Barbarian as his cock jumped and jerked painfully. Prince
Vincent grabbed him by the sides of his head with both hands as he stared
up into the teenager's face as he unloaded. "I can feel you cum in me,
Nomad..." smiled the Prince, pulling Nomad down on top of him as they
locked lips again.

Pt-3

	While Nomad slept soundly in Prince Vincent arms, and Hoof had his
hands full fucking as many maidens his 18 inch bull cock can fill, Liam
found himself wandering around the Newtonian Castle alone. Somewhere in his
travels he stumbles upon two Centurion Guards standing before a set of
large metal doors. Knowing the Royal Family's quarters were on the other
side of the Castle, Liam wondered what the Guards could possibly be looking
after?

	He hid behind one of the Castle's decorative draperies as he spied
on the armored Centurions standing post. Surely they were a strong race of
men, each built like a cinderblock and dressed in armor and weaponry. He
wondered what the Guards did at night to keep themselves from falling
asleep on the job? As if on cue one of the guards reached down and began
groping himself openly. The other guard looked around to make certain they
were alone before deserting his post to kneel before his companion. Liam's
eyes widened lustfully as he watched one of the Centurion Guards blow the
other on Castle grounds.

	The kneeling Guard bobbed his head back and forth, expertly
swallowing his companion's manhood as if he'd done it before on numerous
occasions. Liam pulled his own hard cock from between his legs as he
quickly jacked off, watching the two masculine men have sex.
	The man leaning back against the metal door closed his eyes as he
concentrated on the warm feeling in his groin. He gripped his spare tighter
with one hand while grabbing a fistful of the bobbing Guard's hair with the
other. He stifled an erotic groan as he tried to keep from making too much
noise in the empty Palace halls. He pumped his hips faster and faster as he
fucked the kneeling Guard's face deeper. Liam saw the standing Guard throw
back his head as the kneeling Guard gagged on the volley of cum that
quickly clogged his windpipe. Liam came all over the Palace floor, biting
his lower lip to keep from grunting too loudly.

	Just then Liam saw the Guards scrambling to get back in their
stations as they adjusted themselves. Moments later he heard the huge metal
doors open, then saw the Queen come out still dressed in his dining
Garments. "Make sure NO ONE enters the Tower..." she told the Guards as
they bowed in her presence. "...especially any of my son's strange
visitors!" she added, quickly walking down the long stone hall towards the
Royal Chambers.
	As soon as the Queen was out of sight, the second Guard left his
post to kneel before the first Guard. He took the first Guard's hardened
cock into his mouth to return the oral favor. Liam watched as the second
Guard bobbed back and forth with considerably less skill than the first
Guard. He gagged and choked more, unable to go all the way down on his
companion's cock like he had his. He incorporated his hand, using it to
jerk the shaft as he sucked feverishly about the tip. He was eventually
rewarded with the warm gush of his companion's cum as it splattered deep
down into his throat like syrup.

"Quickly..., to your post! Here comes the Queen!" whispered the first Guard
as he spotted her Royal Highness coming down another corridor.

"My Queen..." the men said as they bowed and opened the doors to the Tower
for her. The Queen quickly passed through without saying a word, leaving
the two Guards to breathe a sigh of relief at nearly getting caught a
second time.
	Inside the Tower entrance stood Liam, having used his magic of
illusion to disguise himself as the Queen to secure safe passage. He could
only hold such a disguise for a moment, so it was important that he got
through quickly without being detained.

	Inside the Tower entrance was a long staircase leading upward. Liam
quietly followed the steps up to the top floor where he found another
locked metal door. Liam placed his hands against the cold metal and closed
his eyes to concentrate. After a brief
 few seconds later, the door magically unlocked and opened by itself.
	Liam entered cautiously, not sure what to find. He didn't know why
he was being so suspicious about the Royals, Prince Vincent had been
nothing but nice to them since they met, --but there was something about
his step mother (the Queen) that made Liam's skin crawl when he saw
her. Not that she was old or ugly (in fact just the contrary), but there
was something in her eyes, a wickedness that Liam couldn't quite put his
finger on.

	As he turned the corner to enter the room, he saw a lone man lying
in what resembled an elaborate coffin. Slowly he walked up. The man lay
still, his arms folded crossed his chest in a death sleep. Though old with
thinning gray hair and wrinkles, Liam could see the resemblance to Prince
Vincent and instantly realized that this must be Vincent's father, --the
King!
	Vincent said his father was seriously ill during dinner, but he
didn't say he was dead. Why would he and his step mother keep his corpse
locked away in the Castle's Tower like a prisoner? Liam wondered why they
hadn't yet announced the King's death to the citizens of Newtonian? And why
Vincent hadn't yet assumed the King's role when he suddenly heard the
corpse moan aloud.

	Liam placed his ear against the King's chest to hear him wheezing
weakly. He was still alive! Liam touched his hand upon the King's brow, but
was interrupted when he heard someone say "Get away from him...!!" Liam
turned to see the Ogre climbing up over the Tower's edge, his missing limb
wrapped up in bloody bandages. "...get away from my father!!"

Continued...

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