**Let me tell you a story, a story about three girls on their way to becoming heroes. Now there may be a few bumps along the road but then it wouldn’t be the sort of stuff that makes good hero stories now would it? Like some stories this one starts on a dark night in a local bar. But don’t worry once you pull up a chair and enjoy a pint I’m sure you’ll find that this story is different than any other tale you’ve heard. Enjoy it friend.**
The tavern brimmed with excitement and life. It was a celebration for one of the village’s most respected and valued members, Indica. The seasoned woman was a local legend and effectively the matron who had served the people of the village for numerous years now. She was a mentor to young girls as well and trained them in the art of weapons and magic when they were brave or lucky enough to seek her instruction. After living the life of an adventurering the overly well endowed sorceress she had eventually retired to help raise her daughter Jenessa and established the Horn Gal’s Tavern. Now the tavern one of the most elaborate dens. It wasn’t on scale to those found in the capitol but for the village and the region around it served as a great place to relax after a hard day’s work or a place for heroes to talk up their latest victories.
During this particular evening the entire village had practically turned out. It was a celebration for Jenessa and her fellow adventurers Sylora and Merella who had just returned from a quest to acquire the lost amulet of Tribucet. Jenessa the busty redhead was currently showing off the golden belt buckle to a few of the villagers. She didn’t fail to notice how many of the men hanging around were occasionally glancing up and gazing upon her pert breasts that at the moment were barely concealed in the dark brown hide top she always wore. Her legs had a hide thong barely shielding her goods while a bronze belt buckle with an emerald inlay connected to a minimalist belt that helped hold her daggers and other supplies. She didn’t mind the attention of course. Ever since she had grown a pair of tits she had become the center of attention, or at least close to the center since her mother was always the one who kept the suitors coming. She flicked some of her bright red hair to the side she smiled over at Sylora and walked away from the gawking men. The spell of the redhead broken the men smiled and to talking about the season’s crop yields.
Approaching the cute almost shy elven girl with the long blonde hair that ended in a beautiful braid Jenessa smiled and planted her butt on a stool as she looked at the warrior. “Come on Sylora.” Jenessa told the blonde with a carefree grin.
“You’re just sticking over here all by yourself. You should be enjoying celebrating, telling them all how you took down that ogre all by yourself.” Jenessa said as she recalled how cooly the warrior had dispatched the mountainous green creature and it’s ugly stench. The redhead’s nose even wrinkled at the memory as Sylora gave her a small smile.
“I appreciate your concern Jenessa but I am fine, really.” The elf said and shifted slightly with a huff of annoyance. The redhead smiled at the blonde knowing that every now and again the elf had to roll her shoulders slightly to deal with the itch from her heavy armor scrapping slightly uncomfortably against her bust. Hers were even bigger than Jenessa but Sylora always said it was a burden but Jenessa had spotted her friend checking out her own body in a mirror on more than one occasion.
‘She likes how she looks even when people know her for her tits instead of her skill with her sword.’ Jenessa thought with a grin.
“I’m not saying you have to be like Marella I just think you could loosen up a little bit. Maybe even wear something closer to my top. Less steel armor around your puppies equals more relaxation.” Jenessa said with a slightly sly smile that made the elf’s cheeks redden.
Sylora looked at her for a moment and nodded slowly as both she and Jenessa looked over at their friend. The female mage that rounded out their trio kept her hair up in a loose ponytail while her eyes were occasionally obscured by her bangs. It made her eyes seem that much more mischievous; especially when she was chuckling coyly as she spoke to three different farmers. If asked why they were so close around her body the two girls knew that Marella would say that because of her eyes still bothering her she needed to have people closer to watch them but both heroines knew that Marella never minded having a bunch of men close by, laughing at her jokes and resting their hands on her shoulders, or other parts of her body. Two of the farmers seemed very young and energetic as they enjoyed the raven haired mage’s flirtatious behavior as her hands rested on her knees and listened intently to their own tales instead of talking up her powerful spells.
“I could never be like her.” Sylora said almost with a sigh and then adjusted her plate armor once again with a little ‘hmmph’. Jenessa smiled at her friend and leaned in to give her a little kiss on the cheek. Now focused n her friend the redhead missed the black haired beauty dragging the three men out of the main room through a side door. The redhead watched as Sylora’s eyes tracked around the patrons before settling on Gregor, a powerfully built guardian who had come to enjoy the party once he was off duty. Jenessa smiled mischeviously, a smile that was known by many in the town as a sign that the hot redhead was up to something.
“And you shouldn’t Syl. You’re unique in your own way I just hate to see you all alone.” Jenessa said and then stood up from the stool and grabbed a drink for her friend from one of the passing waiters. The quick action made her heavy breasts bounce in the small slip of hide and she noticed with a grin several pairs of eyes now facing towards her. She enjoyed the attention as she bent over slightly and kissed Sylora behind the ear where she knew the elf was overly sensitive and easily ticklish. “Just be yourself and you’ll do fine. Don’t forget we’ll be leaving tomorrow so you should enjoy yourself tonight. When I come back I want that drink gone. No exceptions.” She told Sylora with a wink and then spun around before Sylora could stop her.
As the elf moved however she ended up pushing her hand right into another beer mug. This one was held by Gregor until the elf nearly collided with him causing the drink to fall from his hand and smash down to the ground and spill its contents. Sylora’s cheeks immediately reddened with embarrassment and she knelt down in front of Gregor even as her nostrils flared slightly, taking in the thick scent of his manliness. “I’m so sorry Gregor I wasn’t looking.” She said quietly as she moved a towel to clean up the mess. Gregor who was looking down got an excellent view of the girl’s impressive rack, huddled up within her silver plated armor.
“It is no problem I was moving too fast. I’ll just get another beer.” He told her as Sylora moved up quickly, still embarrassed but not wanting him to leave.
“Ooh okay I mean no look I have a beer right here. Here you go.” She spoke rapidly as her anxiety made her breathe quicker which made her breasts rub up and down in her armor with unfortunately both stimulated and irritated the blonde elf beauty.
Gregor looked at her with a smile as he accepted the drink. “It’s Sylora right. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure.” The elf maiden grew worrisome and her cheeks reddened.
“Had the pleasure? You mean me, you um no I don’t think we’ve done that. I mean I hope we haven’t. Marella always says that when she does it with men it’s always better when she can remember how they did.” She said as she managed an uneasy smile.
“I’m afraid you misunderstood Sylora. To make someone’s pleasure is to greet them for the first time. Not to make love to them.” Gregor said with a carefree grin as he watched the elf woman look up at him. His eyes floated down for a moment, taking a quick glance at her generous bust as she continued breathing nervously.
“Oh.. That’s good. I mean that’s not good cause I would certainly not mind making your pleasure. I mean it’s very good to finally meet you Gregor.” Sylora said, her cheeks practically the shade of an apple. “I’m sorry I need to go.” She said and rushed off suddenly even as she closed her eyes to try to focus out the growing pleasure forming from her nipples as the friction built in her chest piece.
Jenessa looked on as a confused Gregor watched the blonde elf beauty race off. She shook her head with a soft smile thinking of how else she might try to get Sylora and Gregor together. But as she looked around she noticed that some of the villagers had assembled nearby her and some were asking to show her some of newest techniques.
“Alright now who wants me to show off the excellent technique I used to take down the Goblin Knights?” She asked to a chattering cheer of acknowledgement. Jenessa smiled mischievously as she was granted her own throng of adoring fans. Unlike Marella however she was interested in actually teaching the men and women of the town something useful. The men in particular of course were more fascinated with watching and waited to see if her mountainous breasts might pop out of the thin fabric that barely contained them. Jenessa wasn’t oblivious to their desires as she made a series of quick acrobatic movies that included splits and high kicks, including one that accidently sent poor old Marcus tumbling back.
As everyone gathered to see what had made the crashing tone Marella appeared on the scene fixing her robes and wiping something from her lips as one man came behind her. As the man passed her eyes widened suddenly before her cheeks reddened as she smiled sultrily at him as she watched what was going on.
“Ooh sorry Marcus.” Jenessa said and quickly moved close to the old groundskeeper to help him up. Her breasts were full up in the old groundskeeper’s face and shoulder as she helped him up and he just chuckled at the redhead as she helped him up.
“No problem of your own young lady. These old legs used to be a lot better at keeping me nimble. But it’s still *great* to see you youngsters doing well. I remember when you were just a little babe with a great tuft of red hair even as a child. You’ve done your mother proud.” He said with a wrinkly smile.
“She sure has.” A voice of similar if slightly stronger tone than Jenessa said and the redhead turned to see her mother. India’s red hair had grown slightly darker in her years but she still had the insane beauty that made Jenessa the object of practically every man’s desires. Her bust was even larger then Jenssa’s though her clothes were slightly more modest than her daughters. She wore black and dark green robes in the cut of an advanced magister. At her sleeves she had frilly white lace that was also along the length of the top of her robes. The frilly material drew obvious attention to her enormous breasts that somehow seemed in similar straights as her daughters; managed tightly to the point that they would either bust out or slip out at any moment. Her eyes were a dark purple that glimmered with intelligence and a mind that knew the allure she carried and enjoyed it.
“Jeny has always made me so proud. And now she and her friends are shaping up to be quite for formidable team.” Indica beamed and her daughter seemed to shrink just a tad.
“Mom you always make us sound so great but we’re still nothing compared to you. By our age you had already almost become queen of Alexion, beat the curse of Toradies and squashed four goblin kings all by yourself.” Janessa said proudly recalling her old bed time tales and how eventually she had met some of people whom her mother had traveled and adventured with. Part of her had always wondered if she would ever meet her father when these groups of former adventurers and occasional lovers of her mom arrived. But so far they had not. She never asked her mother, knowing that she didn’t need her father to help turn her into the great warrior she was now, but she couldn’t help being curious.
Indica smiled and hugged Janessa, plastering her bountiful breasts against Janessa only slightly smaller bust to the point where some men watched as they saw the brown leather holding Janessa together start to stretch even more. When the mother and daughter parted Indica chuckled as her eyes tracked the saddened expression on the eyes around here. “Oh don’t give me that. You all know that I always like to celebrate my daughter’s victories by being the most gracious host I can be so I don’t want to hear it.” The well endowed sorceress said with feigned anger before she smiled and moved towards Marcus.
“Of course it all starts with you my dear.” Indica said and slid a single finger along his chin and then over his cheek as Marcus chuckled. The groundskeeper chuckled and nodded and let Indica take his hand as the two left the room much to the exasperation of the crowd. Janessa just smirked and laughed at them. Her mother was never one to leave people
unsatisfied when she wanted to celebrate. Beyond the list of spells and clever inventions she had to increase the fortitude and pleasure in her play Janessa knew that her mother still had the fortitude of a woman half her age and even the youngest villagers who were fortunate enough to spend even a moment with her were usually drained of their reserves quickly.
With her mother busy with her own entertainment Jenessa returned to Sylora whom had returned from hiding in one of the pantries. After she rescued her friend Jenessa found that there was empty bottle of Dwarven firewiskey left behind and her eyes widened at the realization.
“He spoke to me! Hic!” Sylora squeaked out as she smiled at Jenessa as the redhead plucked her up. Turning around with a chuckle Jenessa spotted the stairway that would take the two to the second floor of the pub so she could find a bed for her friend.
“I saw you. It was very good for you to offer him a drink.” The redhead said as she supported her friend and half walked, half dragged the drunk elf along.
“You’re just jealous he didn’t talk to you. Or that big titted redhead. She just always Hic! dresses like a slut and all the men bow and beg at her feet Hic! Marella I know you want to play with her and if you ever get the chance I Hic! want you to spank her hard for me for being such a naughty girl Hic! No… don’t tell her that Jenessa is my longest friend. Many moons she is friend. Hic!” Jenessa smiled at her elven sister and made it to the stairs and started moving her up to find a empty bed in the establishment.
Elsewhere the real Marella was getting acquainted again with Brugin and Theo, two other guardians like Gregor. They had gathered under the balcony of the second floor in the small courtyard that was occupied by various lounging couches that surrounded a small square pool that Indica heated during the cold months. Marella was on her back with Brugin crouched with his knees on either side of her head while his heavy thick cock speared her throat while Theo pushed in his own long hard rod inside of her pussy as he knelt in between her wide open legs. Her black hair was an untangled mess that was mushed right up against Brugin’s heavy balls when they smacked her forehead. Her mouth gobbled up his cock as her airway was cut off almost with every other thrust while the small noises that did come out of her mouth were struggling faint moans as Theo smashed his cock into her tight pussy that she always kept nice and tight with magic that she had learned from Indica, her first teacher of love.
Her right hand reached up towards her face to gently stroke over Brugin’s balls and then to grab his shaft. He gro
aned loud enough to send a few animals skittering away from the courtyard as she stroked his cock mere inches from where his massive tool stretched open her lips. She loved it, especially when her vision started swimming, a remnant of a very damaging curse that had hit her when she tangled with one of the black witches of Ramaga. Her eyes could repeatedly be counted upon to lose their focus and so Marella had spent their last few adventures working on fine tuning her other senses. And right at this moment those senses were exploding with pleasure.
Even when she closed her eyes she could feel the rough slimy texture of cock inside of her mouth and pussy as the wet phalluses continued to drum and slam her against the cushions of the lounge bed. She loved it and as she continued stroking off Brugin her left hand moved forward and squeezed her full bouncing breast.
“Mrawwwrr!” She chokingly moaned out as she felt another release coming right before Brugin and Theo slammed their hips forward as far as they could go. Her body spiraled out of control as she was penetrated from top and bottom as each cock hammered in nice and deep. The thrusts made her cum instantly and coat Theo’s already wet cock in her juices even as her drool and spit spattered over Brugin’s cock. Both warriors’s groaned as she spasmed and especially with the cock clogging up her throat hole she had to fight not to move her teeth much as she struggled to breathe with the fat cock nuzzling on top of her nose.
She reveled in the brilliant struggle before Brugi changed his angle slightly; allowing her nose passage to open slightly even as he continued pushing in as deep as he could. Marella licked the rock using her pretty little mouth like a cock sleeve even as she fought to recover her composure and control. She wasn’t a dominating type in bed of course but she always liked the challenge and the thrill of the fight. If she had the brain power at the moment to think about the situation logically and she may have figured it was because of her reliance on magic that she liked the idea of being able to fight back with just her strength. But then again the mere thought of being taken, roughly and hard by a lover was always enough to make the ravened haired goddess stain her dress with her juices.
Finally she felt Brugin starting to lose his tempo; his breakneck speed never faltered. In and out his cock shoved and slid back while Theo spread her lips out and even squeezed her ass cheeks before pulling them up off his lap before he started dropping her down on his cock with even more ruthlessness. Her legs flapped like a bird’s wings as the pleasure coursed through her, making her eyes roll rapidly in her head as her fingers on her nipple pulled and yanked. The action made her feel the heat in her loins ferment like a spell about to be cast even as she felt both man lose control as they took out their pleasure with the mage’s body. She was just a fucktoy to them in that moment and she loved it even as her eyes opened and closed as they drilled away inside of her mouth and her pussy, using both her holes as their individual heavens for their cocks.
She would have screamed out in utter contentment as she was stuffed hard and to the brim. Her fingers yanked harder on her nipple as her pussy spasmed and locked Theo in nice and deep inside of her orifice right as Brugin shouted out.
“Mari! Awwwahh! Fuck I’m cumming!” Brugin moaned out through gritted teeth as he suddenly moved forward an extra inch, rubbing his heavy balls against her forehead so that she could even feel the start of his launch. In the next instant Marella’s eyes lost their focus again as she felt the first shot of hot warm cum splash down her throat. It was followed by another and another and before long some of the ejaculate was splashing out of the tiny unsealed portions of her lips as the cock continued thrusting inside of her throat. She never stopped pumping him and soon enough with a slap of her ass Theo followed suit. He wasn’t as thick as Brugin, her enhanced senses could not that by sight and the feel of her body.
Soon enough the same fiery explosion that had nearly choked her throat was blanketing every nerve inside of her wanton pussy. She flapped like a ragdoll being controlled by some invisible force and Marella was finally able to scream out in glorious release as Brugin pulled his cock out of her lips with a wet obscene slurping pop. His cum spilled over her head and into her hair but the dazed looking Marella didn’t have a care in the world as she felt Theo coating every inch of her hole in his cum, marking her as some other villagers had shortly before. As her face and pussy were covered in white hot spunk Marella merely focused on breathing as she laid back sedately on the couch. Her breasts heaved with each breathe making the full fleshy orbs jiggle with each return of air into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmrmmmm.” she said as her tongue lolled out of her mouth as the Brugin smiled down at her and used her hair to clean off his cock while Theo fought to remain in control. His body rested forward and his head eventually fell on her big pillowy breasts. Marella just chuckles and then accepts a cloth from Brugin to clean her lips.
“I knew I had missed you two from my travels. But not like this.” She cooed quietly even as in her mind she crossed their names off her mental checklist. So far she’d fucked Brugin and Theo, Horly and Quan, Shamis and Brox and almost Gregor. She had held off on the last guardian after finding out from Janessa that Sylora grew wet at the mere sight of him but that still left the mage girl with plenty of cocks to enjoy before she left. Indica had taught her many years ago that the best villages are happy villages and Marella always enjoyed keeping all the men nice and happy whenever she came into town.
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Alone in her room Janessa looked out across the dark sky. The night was growing long and even though the party was going on downstairs with the return of her mother and a new wave of drinking games. But she needed to rest but there was a slight feeling of unease in her body as she rested next to the window. She never wore clothes to bed and the small crack of the open window let the cool air wash over her naked breasts and hips. The redhead girl closed her eyes for a moment and gave a small smile before she heard the door behind her open and shut. She didn’t bother to look back knowing who it was. He never failed to show up when it was known that she was back in town. At first she only knew him by sight but as they grew older she could find him out of the entire village by just his scent, a dark earthy musk that even now made her body react in a way she hated but secretly craved.
“I told you last time we don’t need your help. I won’t change my mind.” She said without bothering to turn. Soon however she could feel the barest trace of his warm breath on her neck.
“I never was a good listener when people said things I don’t like.” The dark and yet warm voice said and she felt a gloved hand brush her shoulder. It made the tingles already growing in her body turn into a full drip in her nether regions. Her mouth opened and shut slowly as she felt his breath appear fuller, closer but still she didn’t turn. “And I’m not asking to join you again Jenessa. You’ve made your position clear…” The voice continued as the hand left her shoulder. She heard the sound of fabric dropping to the floor behind her, a coarse leather cloak with a black and white marking on it. Her body warmed by the passing second.
“Then why are you here?” She asked and was about to turn when suddenly the gloved hand returned suddenly out of the darkness. The fingers grabbed and pulled up her arm before another hand grabbed her hip as she was dragged away from the window sill. She barely had time to scream softly before a set of lips were pressed full and heavy against her own.
“Mrmwmm!” She said, struggling and fighting him. Her hands formed into fists to punch and hammer at his armored chest; she didn’t care about the small cuts, she just wanted to forget the steady stream of nectar now slipping free of her labia as her body warmed even more. Then suddenly she was hurled onto her bed. The sheets tangled with her naked body as she rolled and as she looked up at him she growled and moved to veer off the bed. But he was too quick and suddenly she was back on the bed and his shirt was off revealing a chest practically as hardened with muscle as his armor was with steel.
“Because I have to make my position clear.”
Her fingers scratched his face and shoulders as he kissed her again and pushed a finger inside of her legs, taking his sweet time as his other hand pinned her down with pressure to her breasts. She struggled knowing what was happening, she had to escape, had to fight. And then suddenly his finger brushed against her wetness and her eyes watered knowing that now he knew…
He didn’t say another word and the only ones she managed were breathless moans. Her hands grabbed at his pants moments after his finger really sunk inside of her but she didn’t want to stop. She needed more. his pants were hurled onto a chair nearby where her swords were kept and then her fingers scrambled to find his cock in the darkness but he locked her arms above her head and regained control, he wouldn’t even give her that much. Suddenly she breathed out sharply as he split open her lips with his full hard cock and her legs immediately wrapped around his hips as he began to ravage her willing body. The adventurer’s fingers changed from scratching and slashing to holding and rubbing as his cock hit every subtle point of her interior, causing her juices to spill out onto the bed as he took his prize. In her own room Jenessa was a slave to the man filling up her body. He took her fast and hard and she begged him for more even after she had cum six times. By then he had only cum inside of her twice and he didn’t even appear half winded. She nuzzled up against his frame like a young and innocent cub as he just looked out through the window.
“Will you stay?” She asked him, feeling his juices saturating her insides as her right hand continued squeezing his cock slightly, almost willing him to take her again.
“No. I have work in the north.” He told her and then he turned to her slowly and kissed her lips gently. She melted into his arms and lips in that moment. She tried to shift her body onto his again but in the moment of her weakness he slipped out of her reach and out of the crumpled sheets. Incredibly quickly he was cleaned and dressed and his only parting words other than a silent glance were curt and unloving.
“You should rest up if you want to leave in the morning.” He told her and then closed the door behind him. Jenessa just lounged there for a long time watching the closed door as she slowly seemed to break the spell. She then glared at the door and tossed on a robe to follow him out, yelling and perhaps hurling a blade but by the time she swung open up the door into the second level all she saw was Marcus and her mother slowly helping a pair of young farmers into their rooms. They both looked at her but she wasn’t in the mood for questions and the adventurer slammed her door shut and then raced back to her bed to dream of a better evening, and not one filled with bastards like him.
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