“Don’t you ever shut up?”

     “Quiet, Tess. That was when the wise people of Kolly called for...the Battlebitch!”

     She unsheathed her sword and held it aloft to the sky; turning her face upwards towards the sun. Its radiant light beamed down upon her; shimmering down the length of her blade like drips from a flow of water, coming to swarm around her palm. Heroic. Bold. Majestic. When she realized they were still travelling and there wasn’t much reason to draw her blade to begin with, she quickly resheathed it and turned to her head to her companion.

     “That’s me, Tess. I’m the Battlebitch.”  

     Tess simply sighed. It was true that the town of Kolly had lost the village elder’s daughter; just as it was true that the good people of Kolly were wise beyond the size of their small town. A tiny village that what it lacked in money made up for in rare knowledge of the magical arts. Led by the single bloodline of elders, the young woman that had been stolen wasn’t even the next in line to take over. She had two older sisters and a mother to assassinate before she could even think about such things; if she was even into it at all. It was also true that the people of Kolly had asked a pair of strangers in their town to look into the mystery, to head out and recover the stolen girl. One of them was a small woman; wrapped in a cloak and a hood, never revealing much about herself. At first glance members of the city mistook her for one of the robed raiders, but that misconception was quickly dispelled as reason overtook their frightful outrage. The robed woman said little; her face low to remain hidden, her body wrapped with various belts for dozens of tiny alchemist pouches. She had introduced herself as Tess, a travelling doctor, but when one of the villagers asked how he could stop his penis from being sore she had simply advised “Stop putting it inside of chickens, you inbred freak.”

     Needless to say, Tess was not particularly popular. Her friend, on the other hand…

     Raven black hair fell down past her shoulders, waving in the breeze like a dread pirate’s flag. She was a large woman, imposing at a height of over six feet, with a muscular presence that was easy to see underneath her revealing leather armor. A simple leather chestpiece only barely covered an ample bust, but one could make the argument that it served more to squeeze her chest together for a teasing glance of cleavage rather than to actually cover her up. The laces of the leather armor were stretched thin from bustiness, and when the warrior had addressed the townsfolk several of the young men had watched with rapt attention, waiting for the amazon’s bodice to break. A metal skirt girded her lower half, one crafted from scaled metal that drifted down to just below her knees, where the sight of thick leather boots took over. Like her hooded friend the warrior was no stranger to pouches and belts, though the straps of her own belt seemed far more aggressive than that of her friend’s. While Tess wore a bandolier of potions and vials, the warrior carried against her lower half a sheathed sword, a crossbow, throwing daggers, and a spiked chain. Clearly, she was a woman ready for war. And when they asked her name, she simply replied-

     “You’re seriously going with that name? Battlebitch?” Tess looked over; her face hidden as they continued to walk. They had left the village a few hours ago, and had been walking in the direction Tess’ tracking skills had advised them. “You think they’re going to put that in history books? ‘Battlebitch saves the kingdom from a dragon,’ or ‘Arch Wizard Rugnos dies by Battlebitch’s hand?’” The warrior in question looked over to her friend, beaming a huge, delighted smile. True to the lines of muscles crossing her impressive physique, she had a bold face with strong features, including bright blue eyes perfectly framed by a strong brow.  

     “Those sound wonderful, Tess!” She clapped her arm around Tess’ shoulder, squeezing her in and shaking her. “Let’s think of some more! Uh...’Battlebitch versus the Winter Hydra!’ Or maybe ‘Battlebitch and the Boy Who Died?’ Oh, I know!” She grinned wide, and squeezed her arm tighter around Tess’ shoulders. “Battlebitch’s Revenge!”

     “Battlebitch and the creepy fucking cave she’s going into by herself.”

     “Tess, that’s a little long for a history bo-”

     “No, idiot. We’re here.” Tess glared, and pointed into the distance where a cave opening could be spotted at the base of a hill. The hooded Tess looked at her friend, and then back to the cave, before slinking her arms behind her back and pulling herself away from the warrior’s presence. “Tracks seem to lead there. Go in, rescue the girl, kill people...whatever it is you plan on doing. I’ll be taking a nap.”

     The warrior looked over at her friend and gave a grin, nodded as she tightened a fist. Her cheer was eager and brave, her blue eyes lit with the thrill of impending adventure.

     “Nap well, my old friend!” She called out to her, already moving in the direction of the cave. “By nightfall we’ll be enjoying a hero’s welcome!”

     Tess watched as the warrior ran off, drawing her blade and rushing ahead into the dark, creepy cave. There was even a few skulls scattered around the entrance; clear sign to the hooded figure that it was probably a good idea to stay outside. After a brief glance around for a place to nap, Tess settled on a distant tree, walking over to it and moving to sit at the base.

     “Old friend.” She murmured, rolling her eyes underneath her hood. “Known her for two weeks.” The slender, hooded and robed woman made herself comfortable at the base of the tree, folding her legs under herself and tucking herself into a small ball. Once she was cozy and content, she gave one last murmur before letting herself sleep.

     “Fucking lunatic.”

    Deep inside of the cave, the cultists slowly chanted as they went about their dark ritual. The depths of the cavern were lit by the occasional torch, leading into a large, open room where the event was slated to go down. In a mostly empty room there was a large, flat altar, ancient words etched into the stone and vile imagery carved in with masterful, wicked glee. Laying on it was a bare young woman; unconscious but unbound, her golden locks hanging about her face and her naked body showing goosebumps from the cold slab of stone. The cultists seemed unconcerned about her for the most part; though one of them stood nearby, occasionally giving the beautiful young thing a sip from a canteen baring a demon’s face. The chanting continued in a low drone, broken up only by the sound of a casual conversation moving through the empty ceremony hall.

     “So it’s pretty simple, really.” One of the senior cultists walked with a younger recruit, their hoods down in stark contrast to the others working so diligently. “We got the girl, we’re drugging the girl, in a few minutes she wakes up and we do the whole ritual. Mostly consists of us fucking her, the whole ‘young woman of magic lineage losing her virginity’ stuff. Pretty standard evil cult deal, really.”

     “I see.” The younger member responded, rubbing the back of his head as he looked over at the pretty young thing on the slab. She was definitely a looker, but he could only imagine all the gross, old man cultist cock about to fill the room. Evil agency, indeed, no good aligned group would stuff that many gross dicks into a single building, let alone a single girl. He glanced over at the girl again, and arched a brow. “So, what, like...we’re raping her? Because that’s not something I signed up for, man. I’m all good with waking up the evil demon lord, totally on board with that. But raping her just feels like a dick move, you know?”

     “Nah, that’s what the canteen’s for.” The elder cultist pointed to where his friend continued to give the unconscious girl sips. “See, the ritual’s got a requirement that it has to be willing. She’s got to give up her cherry of her own volition. So for the past two days we’ve been feeding her a little aphrodisiac one of the elves mixed up; by the time she opens her eyes that little virgin hole of hers is gonna be frothing like like a rabid dog.”

     “Great imagery. And we’re calling that consensual, drugging her to be horny?”

     “By evil demon lord standards it is! Hey Jake, give her a little more and wake the bitch up!”

     As it was, cultist Jake had only barely been given enough time to start the process of waking up the birthday girl of Kolly village. No sooner did he started to shake her awake did a horrible scream come from the tunnel leading to the outside, followed immediately by the sound of manic, gleeful laughter. The cultists in the main room lifted their heads and broke away from their chanting, curiosity and a growing fear building from within them. By the time another set of screams started, it became clear that they were under attack. Unfortunately for them, it was also clear that they were entirely too late to do anything about.

     The warrior woman came bursting through the entrance, one of her mighty hands baring her glistening longsword, the other spinning her spiked chain in a wild circle around her head. Her boots had been marked with blood and her body glistened with sweat, but her expression was that of a woman delightfully possessed. As the prisoner started to wake up, her blurry vision gave her a small glimpse of the events that began to unfold, and though the images were mixed through her sleep-weary eyelids, the noise was very clear. The cultists had charged, drawing their ritual daggers and rushing the intruder with a zealous glee. They were met head-on by the woman, who cut through them with the sort of skill typically reserved for the heroes of old legends. As the prisoner’s eyes opened more and more, she watched the amazon with a building interest, beaming as she held her hands to her chest. She hadn’t even noticed yet that she was stark naked; the cold of the slab meant nothing compared to the heat of watching the warrior woman work.

     A spiked chain snapped one of the cultist’s necks while her longsword was hurled through the air; spinning in a violent arc until it embedded itself in another’s chest. One by one the men fell; none of them ever coming close to scratching the muscular, raven-haired fighter that had so readily crashed their party. In what felt like a heartbeat the moment had ended, and a dozen men laid dead near the entrance of the room, leaving only the lone warrior standing and grinning like a madwoman.

     “You there!” She finally pointed; sheathing her weapons and gesturing towards the prisoner. The girl on the stone slab trembled a little, biting down on her bottom lip as the warrior’s eyes gazed upon her. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but she was feeling very...intense. Her blood was boiling, her skin was alive with wild sensation, and she was wet beyond any measure she could remember. When the amazon started to approach her she could barely contain herself; pressing her thighs together and reaching her hands up, moving them to her own small breasts and beginning to toy with them.

     “Y-Yes…?” She asked, staring at her savior as she openly squeezed her nipples, pinching and twisting them as she squirmed on the stone. “What would my rescuer have of me?”

     “Have of you?” The raven-haired warrior responded; her head tilting curiously at the notion. She stopped a foot away from the stone slab, letting her eyes pass briefly over the gruesome etchwork, before they drifted up to the naked blonde on the table. She was a beautiful thing, with smooth skin, fair hair, and...clearly owning very little in the area of personal modesty. The warrior made a face, gesturing towards the girl’s breasts with one of her gloves. “What are you doing to your tits? Stop that.”

     “I’m getting ready. Ready for you, my hero…” The girl cooed in response, her voice sounding as naturally whorish as any’s could. The cultist’s drugs were in full effect, driving up her desires, coaxing her into a state of heightened arousal. As she spoke to her savior she crawled forward on the slab, getting to her hands and knees so she could approach. When she reached the end she lifted a hand up, moving her fingers to the warrior’s belt, and trying to work at it. The Battlebitch, though still not entirely sure what to make of the situation, quickly decided to let it all pan out, see where it goes.

     “Well, uh...I did save you. And I guess there’s a social contract to acknowledge.” The muscular woman rubbed her chin thoughtfully, a brow arched as the blonde started to untie her belt. “I mean, there’s a precedent for damsels in distress, in which they need to give something up to the rescuer.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, pondering it as if it was a great mystery. As the girl continued to fumble with her belt, she glanced down briefly and gave her a little murmur. “Pull that part underneath the--there you go.” And with that, her belt was undone and the scalemail skirt fell to the floor with a loud clatter, drug down by the weight of the Battlebitch’s arsenal. The woman then stepped out of the discarded armor, leaving her garbed only in her boots, gloves, and impossibly tight leather chestpiece. She stood with hands on her hips, beaming as she displayed herself to the farmgirl.

     “So, you like what you see, princess?” She had no idea if she was a princess or not, but it made it more exciting for her to pretend. “I mean, at this point you’re still kind of obligated even if you don’t, but--hey, what are you staring at?”

     The farmgirl was indeed staring. On her knees on the cold, hard slab, her gaze was directed down towards the Battlebitch’s lower half. Her expression one of shock, her arms hanging limp at her sides. Clearly, even with the aphrodisiac in play, she had no idea what she was getting into. One of her hands dimly lifted, and she made a vauge gesture, pointing towards what laid between the Battlebitch’s legs.

     “Oh, that?” The warrior grinned, and proudly thrust her chest forward, taking a true hero’s stance. “You mean my Cock-at-arms?!” True enough, the warrior was sporting a raging erection, her member saluting the farmgirl with an eager, thick stance. The thing fit her well; a strong looking unit that was the length of the farm girl’s forearm, and very nearly as thick. A large mushroom head peeked from a sheathe, with a drop of pre clinging to the tip of it. Underneath it hung a noticeable sack, making for an impressive display of the warrior woman’s virility. The Battlebitch stood there, beaming as she revealed her member, until the farm girl’s silence started to make her feel a bit awkward.

     “...it...is it the name?” She asked, curiously, and a hand moved up to rub at the back of her head. “Cock-at-arms is just a working title, really. I was thinking Shaft Squire, too. Maybe. Not entirely sure yet.” The awkward silence continued, broken only by the Battlebitch’s cough. Her member still stood erect, the elephant in the room, keeping the farm girl’s gaze absolutely transfixed and enthralled.

     “Uh...okay, well, getting a little weird. You just staring like that. You still want to fuck, honey? Hmm?” In response to Battlebitch’s question the farm girl just gave a dim little nod, still stupefied by the warrior’s impressive girth. As she did so the Battlebitch started to climb aboard the slab, nodding as she did so. “All right, honey, let’s get you up on this thing then.”

      Once Battlebitch had climbed onto the cold slab of stone, things very quickly became more intimate. The rescued daughter of Kolly was eager for attention, and as soon as the warrior’s knees pressed into the hard stone, she was pressing against her, drawing arms around the warrior and squirming her naked body all around. The warrior woman could only smirk in response; convinced that the sudden and intense arousal from the young woman was a sign of her own intense animal magnetism. What else could it be, after all?  

     The warrior gave a small groan; her head leaning back as she could instantly feel the girl moving to press a line of kisses against her neck. Her breath was heated and warm, and her lips pursed, suckling against her powerful neck as only a girl of her age would think to do. Older women didn’t have the same fondness for hickies, the Battlebitch had noticed during her travels. She was still content to receive it, resting onto her rear and moving her hands about; her leather gloves pressing in against the rescued girl’s rear. As she laid back she escorted the young woman atop her, helping her to straddle the lap of a true hero.

     “That’s it...nice and slow…” She whispered her a few encouraging words, and took the time to enjoy the presence of her prize. Her gloved hands went up and down the girl’s frame, feeling alongside slender hips that led into a plump, farmer’s daughter’s ass, which she let her hands cup on both sides and give a healthy squeeze. The warrior’s grin was huge as she felt her squirm in her grip, and she kept her grip tightly clenched for the moment, making sure the girl had ample time to feel someone appreciating her posterior. When she started to whimper and press back into the firm hold, the Battlebitch teasingly released it, and her gloves moved to help press the girl’s knees down to the stone, keeping her straddled on her lap. Her member was raging at that point; driven to a hard fury from the attentions of the girl and the sudden excitement of the moment. Though it was teasingly close to the girl’s bare slit she had not entered her just yet, leaving her member trapped in between the warmth of both their stomachs. There it was squeezed and rolled between their weight, forced to dance in its delighted confines while the warrior woman enjoyed the mouth of her rescued damsel. The girl was kissing and suckling at her throat with a deep urgency, her hands clawing at straps of the Battlebitch’s armor, attempting desperately to cast it aside. When enough of her straps and laces were released the thing peeled off without resistance, and the warrior took the girl into her arms again, so she could feel their mostly bare bodies wedged agaisnt each other. Her own ample bosom pressed hard to the farm girl’s smaller one, eliciting a moan from her, as well as the feel of dull nails clawing hungrily down her muscular waist.

     When the warrior was content that she had taken enough time to prime the already-wanting young woman, she forced the girl’s hips to lift up enough for her member to slide into place. The thick piece teased its head against the girl’s valley, dragging back and forth over glistening, virgin lips. As she snuck in the very tip of her member, just enough to freeze the young woman in place from anticipation, the Battlebitch grinned and her voice filled the tiny ritual room with a coy, confident edge.

     “You’re just like the cultists.” She murmured, and put her hands on the girl’s hips, slowly pushing her down onto the thick, piercing member. Inch by inch she disappeared into the girl, taking her womanhood with a sudden snap, and finally hilting herself against the girl’s sex. She didn’t speak again until she had pushed the young thing fully on her cock, and she could feel her twitch and tremble as she struggled to adjust to the girth of it. “...easy to put my sword into.”

     Battlebitch was rather proud of that one, and she made a mental note to tell Tess about it at the first opportunity.

     As her member pierced the farm girl the little rescued thing gave out a sharp cry; her head tossing back and her blonde hair whipping through the air in a heavy arc. Under normal circumstances her first time would’ve been marred by pain and discomfort, but under the heady haze of the cultist’s drugs, she could feel nothing other than the profound arousal and pleasure to be had. She almost instantly started to bounce her lap up and down against Battlebitch’s, eager to simulate the feeling of that first penetration again, and again, and again. Her upper half crashed down on the warrior’s, her hands disappearing in the long, black locks of hair, and her mouth eagerly sneaking forward to still a hungry kiss. Before the warrior could even utter a word of surprise the daughter of Kolly was kissing her; probing her mouth with her tongue, tasting the exotic rescuer with a readiness that wasn’t entirely fitting of such a sweet young thing.

     The warrior responded in kind, forcing her tongue back against the girl’s as her hips thrust up, her member continuing to nicely fill the void in the young woman. Each thrust took her to the hilt, the head of her member nestling up against the innermost depths of the damsel. The delight was intense for her; enjoying the warm, wet walls of a pussy that had never been stretched before, feeling how the damsel would twitch and tighten on each and every thrust. The warrior’s strong arms held the girl taught, keeping their bodies firmly together as the girl’s knees continued to dig into the smooth stone of the altar below them.

     Moans and whimpers turned into screams, and their lips broke away as the girl gave an aroused cry into the Battlebitch’s mouth. She popped off of her mouth and leaned back fully on the pole she rested upon, riding it with zeal and delight as her hands perched on the warrior’s ample breasts. Each thrust made her cry out, as well as send a slapping noise through the otherwise still room. Her face wore a look of long-since vanished sanity, the drugs making her pupils dilate and her mouth hang open in a stupefied grin, unable to do anything more than scream, moan, and drool.

     Not that the Battlebitch would of minded even if she knew about the girl’s drugged state. She was delightfully tight, her enthusiasm was unmatched by nearly all the girls she had claimed during her travels, and there was something undeniably erotic about the moments when the girl’s slobbered drool would fall from her mouth, splashing against the Battlebitch’s chest, neck, or cheeks. It was a sloppy, desperate moment, the two women giving in to the most base of desires as they had at each other. One driven on by her own heroic lust for flaxen-haired peasants, one pushed by a mixture of herbs, spices, and just a hint of demonic magic.

     It was difficult to tell the difference.

     Before too long, the moment reached a fevered pitch, and the Battlebitch could feel her muscles tighten at growing need for release. Her sweat-lined brow furrowed, and her hands wend taught at the girl’s rear, clenching her tight from both sides and continuing to guide her in her thrusts. Her breathing grew heavy and hot, and the warrior’s voice fell into a series of aroused grunts that sounded every time she felt her cockhead crash against the girl’s innermost walls. She didn’t announce her peak to her new friend, nor did she ponder for a second pulling out. After all, if she didn’t want to be coated from inside with the great hero Battlebitch’s cream, what was she doing letting her put it inside to begin with?

     The hero roared with desire as her sack tightened, and she suddenly pushed the girl’s hips down, making her crash down on the length of her impressive member. She could feel the tip of her cockhead rubbing hard against her walls, and as she gazed up she could see the girl’s face contort into a cocktail of surprise, discomfort, and overwhelming arousal and excitement. She was so shocked by the sudden, piercing thrust that the farm girl started to shake on the spot, shuddering in violent climax just as the Battlebitch became to cum.

     Her unique body lent the Battlebitch many boons; one of them being a fairly copious amount of seed. As she held the girl down on her rod her cock continued to twitch and spasm, as rope after rope of it flowed through her length, milking the farm girl’s walls, slathering the pink in a rich white. The farm girl continued to tremble as it happened, one eye half-closing and the other staring off into the distance, fucked to a state of not even being aware of her surroundings. The Battlebitch held the moment, grinning wide as she staked her claim, relishing in the feel of the girl’s hole twitching in gasping spasms as it tried to accommodate the sudden rush. It wasn’t too long before she could feel the cum seeping out from the girl’s sex, rolling slowly down the length of her shaft to the stonework below, and she gave a content sigh at the noise.

 “Pretty good fuck, kid,” She remarked with a smirk, and gave the girl one more thrust for good measure. She could tell the young woman was still reeling from the moment, but the warrior’s mind was already drifting to other feats. “But we should probably be gettin’ you home so your Dad can give me a reward and I can get go--”

 Suddenly, a noise sounded in the room, and the Battlebitch’s eyes went large. There was a moment of shock as the slab they had been laying on started to shake, the rock quivering back and forth as if something from below was pushing violently upwards. Her warrior instincts gave her just enough time to snatch the naked woman into her arms; her cock flying free of the girl’s hole as she tumbled to the side, rolling to the debris of the cavern floor. As she did so the stone slab fractured and broke away; a shaft of dark energy bursting through like a foul geyser. The farm girl was panicking; her moment of intense arousal giving way to an uncontrollable fear, and as soon as the two had landed on the floor she was already running for the exit. The Battlebitch remained, crouched on the floor, her eyes on the shaft of darkness but alternating briefly to where her weapons laid just barely out of arm’s reach.

     She wasn’t entirely prepared when the burst of darkness spoke.

     “WHO AWAKENS THE FUCKWRAITH?!”

     The Battlebitch swallowed, staring at the persistent, swirling font of dark energy, and finally spoke with a voice as bold and heroic as any of the great legends of old.

     “This girl named Tess, she’s outside sleeping. Said she wanted to talk to you about something.”

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