A Warrior’s Last Bed [Fantasy] [MF]

Braxom would die in his journey to the north where the winter wastes lay. His quest was a fool’s quest, but his honor demanded he at least try and reclaim the helm of the fallen warrior known as Telgarum for his people. But all warriors that went on this quest were told to visit a peculiar place.

Madam Brandi and her establishment of The Warrior’s Last Bed.

He had heard rumors of such a place and everyone always said that every warrior seeking a glorious death should visit Madam Brandi at least once.

And so he now stood in the cold waiting to be let into the establishment. Someone opened the door and it was a pretty, slip of a girl, perhaps 18 or 19 years of age. She had raven hair and a shy face. Braxom glanced away when he realized the girl’s cloak was not fully tied and beneath she wore nothing. He could see the pale edges of a soft, deceptively large pair of breasts. They were medium sized as far as most breasts are concerned, but on such a sweet, petite body as hers they were big enough to cause an issue inside Braxom’s pants.

“Enter here, O warrior, for last bed,” she said, letting him pass into the warmth. He realized this establishment was a brothel.

“A brothel?” asked Braxom.

“One free of charge for warriors like you,” she said, guiding him to a waiting area. “The Guild told us you were coming. Braxom is it?”

“Yes, my lady,” said Braxom causing the petite girl to blush.

Her eyes remained downcast. “I am no lady, O warrior.”

“You are beautiful,” said Braxom, against his own wishes.

Then a woman walked in. Not a girl, and not petite. A muscular, tall woman with large breasts under a tight tunic with skin tight leather pants cloaked over by a flowing cape. She had dirty-blonde hair with luscious lips and striking eyes. She wasn’t like this sweet, shy girl. This was a WOMAN. A person completely in touch with their sexuality, their charm, their sultry beauty. Braxom realized his nether regions were now inflated to the point of agony.

There must have been something in this room. Or perhaps he realized now what lay in store before his doomed quest.

“Welcome, Master Braxom,” the woman said with a smirk. “I am Madam Brandi and this is my ward Miss Mare.”

Mare performed a cute little courtesy.

“Pleasure,” said Braxom, at a loss for words.

“Not yet,” said Brandi with a wink. “As a reward for your inevitable demise, you are reward a free night with any girl you choose. Except for one.” She glared at Braxom and Braxom could guess who she spoke of.

“Madam Brandi,” said Braxom. “You are not a girl I would choose, but a woman. A true woman, fully realized.”

Her smirk grew and she nodded in gratitude. “So who would you like? I can show you the rest of the women.”

Braxom’s eyes flitted to Mare.

“Ah I see, you have seem to found an interest in young Mare here.”

Mare avoided eye contact.

“She will be excellent, I am sure. Mare, dear prepare a room for your new Master for the night.” Mare scurried off. Brandi leaned in and asked. “Any preferences? Any… Kinks? No shame in any you may have. We have someone for every pleasure, and Mare can satisfy the most basic ones. But if you wish to select another better suited-”

Braxom shook his head. “Mare will do, Madam.”

Brandi nodded. “We know some men like to be dominated. Others like to dominate. Others just want a woman’s warmth in their Last Bed. Others even opt to talk to their girls. And if the warrior is great enough, and I desire him,” her fingers traced Braxom’s face delicately causing him to gasp. “I may let him have a night with me if he returns from the quest.”

“I assume no one has,” said Braxom, clearing his throat.

“Some have…”

“But the helm of Tele-”

“There are other doomed quests in the north. They are all as equally deadly. Yet some have returned.” She pulled down her tunic to show the briefest glimpse at the top of her areolae. “And those great men have had the pleasure of serving me in the Last Bed. Last no more, of course for they have gone down in history as legendary heros.”

Braxom cleared his throat again. He suddenly desperately wanted to be this hero. Glory aside, he just wanted to be between those thighs. He blushed as Brandi chuckled. She seemed to follow his gaze down to her womanhood.

“Come back to me from your quest, Braxom. And perhaps we can have the night you desire.”

Mare came back and bowed. “The room is ready.”

Braxom detached his gaze from Brandi’s striking eyes and left with Mare.

When they got into the room, Mare closed the door behind them and sat on the bed, visibly nervous.

“What’s wrong?” asked Braxom.

She shied away from his gentle touch.

“Do you not want to do this? I can choose another girl.”

She shook her head and blushed. “I like that you chose me. But also… I don’t like it.”

“Why?”

“This is my first time. And I’m afraid.”

Braxom pushed her dark hair out of her eyes. He lifted her chin to face and him and smiled. “I’ll be gentle. I’ll walk you through it.”

“But it’s your last night with a woman. It shouldn’t be me.”

“I chose you, and I do not regret it. Come on. Let me help you take those clothes off.”

She slipped out of her cloak and threw it aside, and her arms went over her perfect, ample breasts. Braxom felt himself harden down there. He sat on the bed and pull her like a rag doll over him and moved his mouth to kiss her nipples. She moaned as his lips made contact. A sweet groan.

Then he slowly traced his hands over her shoulders and her legs to make her ease into the process and help her relax. Slolwy she got into the rhythm and they shared a deep, passionate kiss. They parted from each other and gazed in each other’s eyes for a moment before pressing their lips together again.

They kissed for a few moments before Mare took the leap and slid lower to be level with Braxom’s groin. His manhood pressed against his trousers, desperate for air and attention. She obliged and pulled his pants down revealing his sizeable cock.

She gasped softly as she saw it. She glanced at him nervously and looked back down at the cock.

Braxom caressed her hair and gave her an encouraging nod. And so she took the warm meat in her small hands and he groaned. She watched as every little touch caused Braxom to moan in delight. She stroked it a little and he reacted accordingly. She marveled in the power she had over him. The pleasure she could inflict. She saw the jewels below his shaft and realized what pain she could inflict. She pushed that thought out of her head as she began fondling them gently and he groaned some more in desperate pleasure.

“You’re doing well,” said Braxom through deep breaths of bliss.

Mare blushed and smiled at the compliment.

“You think you can take me in your mouth?” asked Braxom. “Slowly, but surely, you can do it.”

She nodded to him. She wanted to make his night special. She slowly slipped the cock into her mouth and he shuddered in bliss. She slowly circled her tongue around his head and felt her mouth expand as she pushed herself down on his shaft. Slowly she moved back up, her tongue circling all the while. She pushed with her tongue to lend more attention and then sucked with her lips when she came to the top. She then snickered at the awkwardness in her mind of it all.

Braxom chuckled too and stroked her face and head. “Keep sucking, you’re doing a great job.”

She nodded eagerly and went down on the cock again, tongue flicking across the bulbous head. She sucked harder and slid up and down quicker. Braxom responded in pleasure with every passing moment, his orgasm beginning to build.

Mare now jerked him off, giving him attention with her thumb like she practiced one one of those pretend cocks Madam Brandi gave her to hone her skills. Braxom groaned in delight at her thumb, coarse but loving both at once.

Then she took him in her mouth again.

Braxom started feeling the climax come close, and he grunted and tapped her to get off of his cock.

She glanced at him questioningly, a dribble of precum and drool trailing out from his tip to her lips and down her chin onto her ample breasts. She cocked her head in query.

“I want to be inside you,” said Braxom. “Before I finish.”

She blushed and looked nervous.

“I want to be your first, and you to be my last,” he said.

She bit her lip, but eventually nodded. Braxom pulled her to him and kissed her before flipping her below him and angling himself atop her.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She eyed his dripping cock looming over her womanhood. With a bite of her lip she nodded frantically.

He smiled and inserted his cock into the folds of her womanhood. She moaned in an overwhelmed, but cute way. He pushed deeper, feeling her insides and wondered with how tight and good it felt whetehr he could hold long enough to grant her an orgasm. He rubbed her clit to speed up the process and then sucked on her breasts at which she let out more moans.

He pushed deeper and she let out a gasp. “It’s a lot to take in,” she said breathily.

“There’s more,” Braxom said.

She giggled, a mixture of overwhelmed worry, and ecstatic pleasure.

Then he pushed all the way and she yelped in pleasure and pain.

Braxom pulled out a bit and felt her flesh feel like bliss on his cock. Then again he pushed in and began a rhythm to which she gyrated to. They made eye contact and both their eyes was need. Although hers were filled with worry, excitement, pain, and pleasure. Braxom was need and stress. He didn’t wanna bust right away. He wanted to give this girl a good, explosive orgasm and-

“I’m close,” she gasped. “I can feel it.”

“With me,” grunted Braxom, now giving it his all.

“EEEh!” she shrieked as the orgasm exploded through her. Just as that happened, her pussy gripped Braxom’s manhood greedily and he felt his climax burst out through his tip. Ropes of thick spunk shot into her and a mind blowing orgasm caused his body to shake. Semen kept bursting out and soon the pleasure wave subsided for both of them.

He pulled out of her womanhood and an oozing trail of semen spilled out on the bed and Braxom lay on Mare who had her arms around is neck.

“I hope you come back from the north,” she whispered in his ear.

“I hope so too.”

And they lay there that night. Two hours later they made love once more. Then two more they did it again before Braxom realized he had to keep his strength for the journey in front of him.

And at dawn, when the day was coldest, Braxom left.

Brandi winked at him as he departed and Mare waved him goodbye.

“So you enjoyed your first time?” asked Brandi.

“He was amazing.”

Brandi ruffled Mare’s raven hair and smiled. “Then pray he succeeds in his quest.”

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