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Franc rubbed the hilt of his sword, an excited tic he realized, or a nervous one. In this case both, for he had a lovely night with a woman waiting for him before him in Madam Brandi’s establishment. However, he also had a quest of impending doom.
This could be his last lay. Ever.
He had to make it a good one.
He was after a certain sword belonging to a great warrior of old. He forgot the name, but the sword was what mattered.
He strode inside, reading to find his last woman to warm his last bed.
Madam Brandi fit all the legends and then some with her generous curves and sultry lips. Her striking eyes judged him and saw right through Franc as he stood there with his chin high. He scanned the area for a good lass, and spotted a raven haired slip of a girl.
Brandi cleared her throat. “Hello warrior,” she said, unimpressed.
Franc scoffed. “Nice place. Decided to try it out before I die a horrible death.”
Brandi did not even smile. “Choose a girl, Franc and then in the morning may you find that horrible death.”
“You know my name?”
“We know a lot about every warrior that comes in here.” Again that note of disappointment. “We’ve read about your exploits in the guild and know a little about you.”
“Well that’s invasive. Bet you have a girl chosen for me then?”
“Pick one yourself, Franc.”
“Why the sour lip?”
“You have some history with abuse and being an entitled ass.”
“Please, whatever woman. You run a brothel.”
Brandi’s eyes turned cold. “Choose your woman and be done with it.”
Franc scoffed and rolled his eyes. He tried to spot the raven haired girl but she’d gone off with someone else. He searched some more until his eyes fell on a medium heighted blonde woman with dark streaks through her messy hair. She had eye liner and dark lipstick. She had this rebellious look her. Like some punk teenager or early 20 something.
Franc sneered and strode up to her. “Hey there pretty,” he said flashing her a toothy grin.
The girl looked him up and down, and her eyes flitted toward Brandi and then to him. She groaned. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Why the lip?” asked Franc.
“Listen, bucko. You had 2 sisters you beat down and a brother you abandoned. Because they weren’t as great as you, allegedly. We’ll see how great you really are in this quest.”
“Yeah you will. I’ll come back with that damn sword and we’ll have a second go at you.”
“Let’s focus on the first,” she said.
She led him to a room upstairs and entered it with the attitude of someone being forced to clean their room. She slammed the door behind her and threw off her cloak revealing two sizeable breasts, a narrow waist, and a plump rear. Her cheeks had a fullness to them as did her rosy lips. But her body was toned like an athletes.
“You have a warrior’s body,” remarked Franc. “Say we spar a bit?”
“How bout we fuck and get it over with.”
Franc scoffed and began pulling off his pants. He’d break into this girl’s rebellious nature. She hadn’t tasted Franc Dick. He was mighty, supreme, superior in every way. She would learn his power.
She helped him rip off the belt and pull down his trousers revealing his cock that was already hardened like stone. She took the whole thing in her mouth as if to show that it really wasn’t that big. She slid down that shaft like it was nothing, but Franc could see her eyes bulge.
“Oh you think it’s easy?” asked Franc with a snort. He grabbed her hair with one fist and the other slid down and cupped her below her neck. He thrust deeper with his cock and she gagged, her eyes flitting up to his and bulging more. They grew bloodshot as drool and precum dripped out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts.
“MHMMM!” she cried with a mouth full of cock.
Franc let her breath and a trail of precum oozed out from his tip and out to her mouth as she gasped for air and coughed out a lung. “What the fuck!?” she asked.
“You gag on that, you bitch. See how easy it really is.”
She shot him a defiant glare.
“Oh don’t give me that,” snapped Franc, siezing her by the hair, spinning her around, and slamming her face into the bed. He slapped his cock against her round ass and snickered. “Get ready bitch.”
He plunged his cock into her womanhood and felt the warm folds wrap around his shaft. he groaned and she squealed as he began pounding her relentlessly. There was no build up, no warm up, no warning. Just a ceaseless railing of cock in her vagina. She clawed at the sheets and struggled, but in the end took what was shoved down her.
He felt the orgasm building and he plowed faster and deeper. Then he burst inside her, dumping his load in her like she was some dumpster. He didn’t even know her name. How did it matter, anyways? He was finished. He pulled his cock out and semen spattered over the bedsheets.
The girl sprawled out on the bed, unsatisfied, unfinished, but very much so spoilt.
Franc stretched and shoved the girl aside to plop into bed for the night.
The next day he had the great quest.
But before morning hit, he planned to ravage the girl a few more times, but when he woke to have her she was gone.
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