Klod the barbarian was a man of passion, power and instinct. Intellect? Not so much. When he heard the rumors of a treasure inside the Temple of Arngog, he ran off, sword in hand. Surely the puny God of Annihilation would be no match for a man with a sword named Ruin.
Klod swaggered carelessly into the temple as the stones around him creaked and crumbled. He swatted at a swarm of flies that buzzed around the corpse of a dead adventurer. The cause of death was rather obvious, for extruding from the rotten flesh was a large javelin. Klod gave the poor unfortunate barely a sidelong glance as he stumbled deeper into the ruined temple (after all, a god of destruction can’t well be taken seriously unless his temple lies in ruins). Soon the stray rays of light from the sun grew dim, so Klod lit his torch and continued on. The ruined corridor evntually led to a stair which seemed to descend endlessly into the earth. An ordinary man would have had the good sense to turn back, on the grounds that the temple might well collapse even without the help of its namesake god. But Klod knew that Klod was going to be rich, so he whistled absent mindedly as he descended the steps.
The stairs finally ended in a large room filled with innumerable coffins. The air was heavy and hot, and Klod was getting pissed off.
“Bah! No treasure!” cursed Klod. Klod knocked over a couple coffins. “Maybe jewels here?” he said to himself. He frowned. There was a sound in the distance, like a raspy voice. He gazed out at the blank darkness, but saw nothing and so continued investigating the coffins. The darkness was so deep that not even a glimmer of torchlight reflected off the farther walls.
Out of nowhere Klod heard a sudden scrabbling sound followed by a mad shriek. An inhuman thing leapt out of the darkness and onto Klod’s back, aiming its teeth at Klod’s bare neck. However, Klod grabbed the thing’s left arm and swung it onto the ground, and severed its neck with a swift blow from Ruin. Ruin had once been a shining steel broadsword, but had grown rusty to the point where it was functionally more similar to a club. Wielded by Klod, almost any weapon was deadly, however.
The temple thrall’s headless body thrashed about on the ground as more of its companions leapt out of the darkness. The ancient thralls had once been worshippers, but their last shreds of sanity had faded eons ago. Now, sustained in undeath by their dark lord, sudden motion shook their ancient and rotten flesh from their brittle and hollow bones. Klod’s sword quickly dispatched them, cutting them into innumerable pieces. Klod shrugged off the attack and plodded towards the far end of the room, where he spied a treasure chest.
“Ah good. Now I’m rich.”
Klod threw off the lid of the chest and peered inside. To his astonishment, the chest contained neither jewels nor gold, but a naked brunette, who lay on her side, sleeping peacefully.
Klod coughed. “Hi girl. Where is the treasure?”
The girl awoke lazily and stood up. She stepped out of the chest and circled around Klod, and then stretched and yawned. Her bare breasts sparkled in the torchlight.
“I’m Danae, goddess of the secret sea. Who are you?”
“My name is Klod. I am not a god but am very strong”, said Klod.
“I’m a goddess, but I’ve been exiled. Will you help me?”
“On three conditions.”
“Huh?”
“First, you do what I say. Umm, second thing”, Klod paused and grunted. He furrowed his brows, obviously deep in thought. “You suck my dick when I tell you to. Third thing I don’t know yet. Suck my dick first.”
The girl giggled. “I haven’t even explained my predictament.”
“Suck. Dick Now.” Klod bellowed. His pants were already around his ankles.
Danae nodded. “My god, you’re huge” she gasped, gazing at his dick in the torchlight.
“I know” said Klod proudly.
Danae knelt down and wrapped her lips around Klod, until she gagged. She worked her mouth up and down his manhood determinedly, trying to prove herself. With a man like Klod, it was best to earn his favor right away. She would need his help soon.
Klod blasted his load straight down Danae’s throat, and made sure to let some of it dribble down her chin and onto her breasts. Klod likes it messy.
When Klod finished, Danae stood up, panting for breath. “How was that?”
“You have may travel with Klod. On probotation. Porbation. Probta–”
“Probation?”
“Yeah.”
Danae rolled her eyes. “Yeah so, here’s my predicament. I used to be a goddess–I still am, technically–but I was banished when my sea was invaded by a powerful storm god. Arngog’s good friend of mine, so he let me hide in his temple. Where you found me.”
Klod listened intently, but Danae doubted how much he understood, judging by a certain glazed look in his eye.
“Now listen Klod, here’s the important part. There are seven sacred buttplugs hidden throughout this land. We need to go find them. When you find them, you must put them in my ass so that I can recover my power. Then, I can banish the storm god and I can return to my home. I may even make you immortal.”
Klod squinted. “Seven buttplugs… all at once?”
Danae winced in horror. “Heavens no. Each one grants me a unique power, but I can only use them one at a time.”
“What kind of power?”
“I think one lets me breathe fire? I’m not sure.”
“Let’s find that one.”
Danae nodded. “That one’s hidden somewhere in the swamps of Zorp.”
Klod nodded. “I’ll help you. But we don’t leave until we find treasure.”
“Dammit Klod, I AM the treaure. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Klod furrowed his brow. “I came for gold.”
Danae nodded. “I know, but there just isn’t any gold in the temple of Arngog. At least I don’t think.”
Klod shook his head. “I’ll find treasure. And when I do, I’ll put it in your ass.”
Danae quivered. She had a very sensitive asshole, and buttplugs were very exciting for her. But would Klod be gentle?
Klod ran off into the darkness, leaving Danae behind. She laid down on one of the coffins and twirled a finger in her hair. “Suit yourself”, she yelled after Klod. “I can stay here forever, but you’re a mortal, so you have to-”
Klod returned moments later with an armful of gold coins. “Look what I found” he cried excitedly. Danae grinned as she could help but love the expression of childlike glee on the barbarian’s face.
“Oh geez, I think I know what happens next.”
“You better bet”, said Klod.
Danae rolled onto her belly and pushed her rear in the air for Klod. *You’re lucky I have an anal fetish or I wouldn’t put up with this crap*, she thought, smiling uncomfortably. Klod held the torch in one hand and carefully began inserting the coins one by one into Danae’s ass. He carefully lined each coin up with Danae’s sphincter and mashed them in with his wide thumb. Around a dozen coins dissappeared before Danae spoke up.
“Ok Klod, that’s enough.”
Klod grinned deviously. “One more.”
One more.
Danae moaned. “Oh Klod”, she whispered. She stood as best she could, with 13 coins inside her ass.
“Don’t let them fall out”, warned Klod.
Danae nodded. She waddled to the stairs, with Klod close behind. Danae could feel Klod staring at her bare bottom as she began to ascend. He was certainly living up to his title of barbarian. Danae admired his forceful personality, but she wondered how much longer she could tolerate his dimwitted nature. As a goddess, she had her own ways of making things happen so she never worried too much.
The stairs proved to be quite a difficult climb and the pair were breathless by the time they reached the top. The ruins suddenly began to shudder and tremble, and bits of debris fell from the ceiling.
“If the ruins break now, we die”, said Klod matter-of-factly.
Danae let out an exaspirated sigh. “Really, Arngog? Isn’t the whole temple-collapes-just-as-the-heroes-escape-shtick a little cliche by now?”
As if by magic, the ruins stopped trembling. Danae nodded. “I thought so.”
The pair made their way to the outside of the temple where Klod’s camp had set up earlier. Klod relit the campfire with his torch, and the two crawled between a pair of bearskins which provided a sort of mattress and blanket combination.
Klod sniffed the air. “I smell like shit–unlike you”, he noted.
Danae smiled and swept his hair with her hand. “I’ll fix you up. You know, you’re not half bad for a barbarian.”
Klod smiled. “Thanks. And you’re not half bad for a crazy lady who hides in chests.”
The two slept under the stars that night, under the shared bearskin blanket. Klod’s hairy arms were wrapped around bare and beautiful Danae, and clutched her breasts. Danae slept peacefully, basking in the strength of the mighty Klod. Danae was known for her flings with mortal lovers, whose company she preferred to her fellow gods. The gods lamented that she shared so much of her beauty with undeserving mortal men. Yet, Danae resented the vanity and arrogance of the gods. Although hubris was the crime of arrogance against the gods, Danae thought that the gods were guilty of hubris more often than men.
And so, Danae slept with Klod under the black sky.
*To be continued*
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