Wrote another erotic short story.

The barbarian and the demon queen.

Chapter 1

He clapped his visor down as he advanced through the demon queen's castle, his sword stained with the blood of a thousand or more slain monsters. He said nothing as his iron-sheathed feet sent echoing footfalls across the azure torchlit hallways.

His breaths were shallow, and if he was tired, his breath alone was the sole indicator.

After having sent assassin after assassin after him, Svildok the lone barbarian was tired of dealing with the demon queen. Originally the altercation that had begun this matter was trivial. He was passing through one of her controlled towns and a pair of orcs, with their drool-soaked maws and their beady yellow eyes, sized him up before deciding he was a casualty waiting to happen.

So they did the only reasonable thing, they tried to kill him.

But svildok was a warrior of some skill, hence why he kept to himself. He spent enough time fighting would-be warriors, he had little patience for the likes of the orcs of the dark queen's armies.

It turned out, that those two orcs he'd slain in the implied space of time between the earlier sentence and this one was more than enough for the dark queen to casually send a small army of trained killers to put an end to him.

And so svildok had fought, his axe stained with blood with each death, the hue growing more and more crimson as blood soaked into the head of the axe. Nowadays just trying to wash the axe was pointless, the head couldn't even be sharpened free of the blood, a testament to the sheer dizzying number of killers he'd been forced to slay.

Irritated, he decided now would be the time to settle the score, he would meet the dark queen and put an end to this.

Svildok was a highlands breathbreaker, a generous word for barbarian, the breathbreakers, so named because a single punch could shatter the lungs of those unfortunate enough to be struck by them, were thick, rigid, muscular folk with muscles practically teeming with energy.

His chest was sculpted like an iron sculpture's would, and this was due in no small part to steady maintenance, always he worked out, always he fought to keep his greatest nemesis, complacency, from getting the better of him.

Soon he made his way to a pair of demons standing before the throne room, and, gripping his axe, he went to work.

The demons, tam and bzaal by name, were masters with the sword-whip, and they cut devastating lines through the air as their flaming instruments of death worked to keep him at bay, their arms pumping in synchronized fluid motion.

Unfortunately svildok, whose armor was said to have been crafted by the master of plot-armor forging, shrugged the blows off and cut one down with a single swing.

The other demon, realizing his error, barely managed to block a savage blow as svildok tried and failed to take his head. With a quick thrust of his sword, its form clapping together to form a proper blade, the demon almost managed to score a hit.

But again, svildok was plot-armored, and therefore invincible, the blade bounced off, the sparks of the attempt seeming to grin and laugh at the poor devil as his attack bounced off.

A clean blow with his crimson axe tore the demon's head from its shoulders, and soon svildok was striding through the doors to meet the queen herself.

The shadows curled angrily around the dark queen's throne, and she sat there, a sword in her lap as she looked over the barbarian.

She was quite beautiful, her skin was a nice tan and her breasts swelled beneath her armor, as was the law among female warriors, they wore armor that might as well be a bikini, fortunately wizards enchanted these sets of revealing armor to ensure they were at least defensible. This had the added effect of giving most men the impression that a woman could be wearing nothing but steel caps over her nipples and be as well armored as any man, which led many a philosopher to think that perhaps armor was entirely pointless in the face of magic.

Then of course, plot armor was invented by the great smith whose name shall not be spoken, and the rest was history.

She rose to greet him, her golden eyes flashing angrily as she gripped her weapon, her raven-black hair spilling over those rather muscular black shoulders as she came down the steps, her shapes legs sheathed in thigh-high armor-plated boots as she made her way to him.

He shook his head, returning to his senses, he was here for vengeance!!

“dark queen!” he began, his eyes practically glowing from beneath his horned visor as he spoke. “I am here to put an end to you!!”

her thick, full lips parted and she replied with “who were you again?”

“I am svildok!! a warrior who killed a pair of your orcs, you've been sending assassins to slay me night and day and dammit all i'm tired!! so i've come here to your castle, cleaning out room after room of your foul servants, and now here you are before me!!” he clapped his battle axe in his hand as he shouted “I'm here to put an end to this, and get some damned rest woman!!”

“you come into my castle, slaughter my servants, and then you make claims of rest? Oh you'll get rest alright, for I shall-”

“Yes yes you're about to shout some CLEVER sounding line about sending me to my grave. Nobody cares wench, come and face me!! face me or flee that I might take your throne and tear your castle down, brick by withering brick!!! your legacy of darkness, unimportant to me, shall weather my ire and your accomplishments shall crack to dust beneath my feet!!” he roared and angry at this intrusion, and this intruder, she screamed and charged.

To her credit, her blade managed to score his seemingly invulnerable plot armor (plot armor piercing swords were made in an attempt to mitigate the rather dangerous perfect defense that was plot armor...but to no real avail.) he struck her with the flat of his blade, sending her sprawling across the floor to lay beside her throne.

Enraged, wings sprouted from her back and her horns revealed themselves, soon she was flying around and lobbing balls of magic at svildok (but because he was plot armored, they may as well have been water-filled balloons for all the good they did her.)

soon the two were grappling, she'd managed to tear his weapon free from his grasp and he tore hers from her own.

Soon they were struggling and fighting with their raw power, the dark queen was a demon, but svildok, being incredibly powerful (do we really need to reference the plot armor point again? Come on dear reader, don't offend our intelligence while we slap yours with a wet seabass)

pushing her away he went for his weapon, but her barbed tail struck out, stabbing his forearm.

Svildok, undeterred by pain or lethal doses of poison that would surely have killed him were he not plotarmored, shrugged off the attack and grabbed her tail, throwing her across the room.

Coughing and in quite a bit of pain, the dark queen staggered back as she desperately sought an escape from certain death.

He grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the floor, then as she tried to rise up, he took note of her rather curvaceous form.

Svildok was a barbarian, and barbarians have a certain law about women, killing women was frowned upon, heavily, heavily, heavily frowned upon, the sort of frowned upon that made even the greatest barbarian man cringe at the idea of so much as striking a woman (which should show you where our protagonist's scruples lie) but there wasn't a single barbarian law that said in any etched tablet, or god forbid, book, that said that a barbarian couldn't DEFEAT a woman then bed her as a prize.

Of course where such laws stood on evil demonic women was anyone's guess.

Svildok took her by the hair even as she cursed him and tore off her armor, exposing her dark nipples to the azure firelight.

She closed her eyes and hissed a prayer to her dark god as she awaited her beheading.

Pulling the rest of her armor off he threw her to the ground while she tried to crawl away, struggling to grab her weapon.

Grabbing her hips she felt a hot, thick bulging rod of flesh press against her womanhood and her eyes widened when she realized what was about to happen.

She struggled to escape the barbarian as, with his codpiece removed, he began slowly pushing his fat ten-inch cock deep into her moist aching pussy.

She brought a hand to her clit, trying to grab his rigid member, but the moment she felt the hot, vein covered spear, she could only began rubbing her clit and panting. It was the largest dick she'd ever felt, and as he began pushing even further she clenched her fanged mouth tight and moaned as a wave of pleasure surged over her.

She felt herself stretching out as he slowly, gingerly pushed it all the way into her, entering her very womb and unceremoniously filling it with hot thick puddles of semen.

Screaming in shock she reached her first orgasm before letting her upper body sink to the floor, her large breasts flattening against the cool gray stones of her throne room as he pulled out, then thrust once more.

Realizing he wasn't done, she cried out “wait! Slow down!!” but to no avail, svildok, fully entranced by his lust, wasn't listening.

Each fleshy bounce sent her spiraling into hot orgasm after orgasm, and though she was no virgin, the idea of being raped by a cock of such girth was enough to send her into heated spasms of bliss.

Soon cum began visibly dripping from her honey pot as he thrust, her wide hips bouncing forward with each measured thrust he took, his thick cock now sliding in and out of her with far more ease.

He stripped away his chestplate, content to leave his greaves on as he fucked her, his balls slapping against her wedge of pubic hair, now soaked with her nectar and glistening in the firelight.

He began increasing his pace and she lifted her upper body, turning around and panting out a plea of “No not inside!”

svildok wasn't listening, this was rape after all. And she started the fight in the first place.

She screamed as his manhood began to bulge inside her, growing in thickness and girth for the orgasm she knew would come, and surrendering to the sensation as the increase in thickness brought her ever closer to her own orgasm, she screamed in ecstasy as he flooded her womb, packing it with a white-hot creamy waterfall of his seed, her sweaty body shivered as her taut brown belly expanded with his thick seed, and soon it began pouring out of her pussy around his rigid cock, flowing around their point of connection.

Drooling from the surge of bliss, she collapsed and muttered “f-fine….I...I surrender...”

she wanted more of this.

Chapter 2

She awoke the next morning in her bedroom, she wasn't chained to the bed, it seemed that her admission of surrender had caught the ears of some of her servants, for they acceded that svildok could do what he pleased, and there wasn't a servant in the castle alive who dared go against one so powerful.

This was in part, the queen's fault, her castle was structured around a law of the strong. Anyone with power enough to best her was, by rights, the owner of the castle.

The barbarian, surprised by this sudden turn of events, found himself lord of the dark queen's castle and the servants even showed him to her room.

Now she was here, fully undressed as he sat next to her, waiting for her to wake up.

She rose, thinking to cover her exposed breasts, but then realizing the futility of that course, she instead began groping herself.

“well now.” svildok muttered. “and here I was expecting outrage.”

she cocked an eye and laid back against the bed, her head resting easy against her satin pillows as she lay there, slowly reaching down to rub herself.

“I said I surrendered.” she explained to his look of pleasant confusion. “the castle is yours….as….as am I.” she stick a finger in as she began rubbing herself.

“Please don't keep me waiting.” she whispered.

“No, I think I will.” he said and rose from the bed. “actually I've been thinking I'll just go. I came here to get revenge, not get hitched. I got that much I guess.”

“wait damn you!” she snarled and he turned to face her, a look of surprise on his features.

“don't just leave me like this dammit!” she hissed. “I need more, I…..I want to have you….please...settle into the bed with me….”

svildok wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth and eagerly moved onto the bed as she slowly rose and began crawling forward like a hungry tigress, her wings folded against her back as she slowly made her way to his hardening member.

Her mouth slowly opened to reveal her fangs, which she wisely retracted as her tongue slid out to lick the meaty tip of his manhood.

Her tongue was quite long, he soon discovered, and before he knew it she had it spiraling all over his massive member, slowly sliding over his cock and pumping up and down over his dick, coiling and fucking him like a hot moist vagina, the very tip gently pressing into his scrotum with deliberate timing, as if urging him to spill his seed over her long, serpentine tongue.

And spill it he did, unleashing a hot wave of cum to explode over her tongue and face.

Grinning, she proceeded to finish him off. her mouth lowering over the head of his cock, her lips gently pressing the sensitive head of his glans as she pushed her eager mouth over the tongue-encased rod of thick cum-soaked flesh, she felt his cock twitching as it slid down her throat.

Being a demoness, she could dislocate her jaw in order to accommodate such a fat member, and so she did, like a serpent, taking it all down her throat despite its immense size.

Her throat bulged as she packed him into it, determined to take every inch of her new lord's cock before he came a second time.

Her fortune turned however, as the twitching turned to a thickening of his hot manhood, her tongue retracted over his dick with intense speed, as she unwound it in one pleasurable sliding sucking motion, sealing his fate.

He flooded her stomach with enough of his warm, gravy-thick seed to impregnate an army of women, and she realized she couldn't possibly hold it all, the cum erupting out of her mouth, spurts of white creamy man-milk poured out of her nose.

Still, she was nothing if not determined, and as he slid out of her throat she bit him, warning him not to even try it.

Realizing he might lose his dick if she didn't get her way, he wisely thrust it back in, causing her eyes to widen in shock and pleasure as she moaned, her tongue went to work, winding around his cock while her throat pulled and sucked on his manhood.

To svildok it felt as though a warm, slick passage was pulling and then pushing on his cock with a silken heat that could only be described as divine as her inhuman throat massaged the cum out of his hot tool.

Slowly she pulled him out, her jaw relocating as she went, and her tongue finished cleaning him off, she sat back, her belly bulging with his cum as splashes of his thick white jizz flecking her breasts caught the light of the candles all around her room.

“what say you?” she asked. “would you not wish to remain in the castle as the new lord? The law of the strong is clear, you bested me body and soul, I am yours now. You may do with me and my legions as you will.”

She slowly moved over to his still-throbbing manhood, her breasts bumping against each other as she leaned in for what he assumed to be a cum-flavored kiss, but instead she took her breasts and began using them to stroke his manhood!

They were quite large, more than sufficient to stroke him into an even thicker erection than before, and he leaned back as she pressed her breasts together around his rigid manhood, soon she was bringing them up and down over it, her mouth moving to suckle the tip as she began alternating the left and right breast as she rubbed them together, teasing him with flicks of her tongue before moving right in to suck the head with incredible force, then pulling away just before he could seriously enjoy it and flicking her tongue over the glans.

Her breasts were large, soft, and slick due to being covered in his semen, he took this time to appreciate just how her raven brown hair, somewhat ragged looking in places, complemented her dark brown skin and darker nipples, he began thrusting up into her bosom and she practically impaled her soft wet mouth on his cock as she began graciously sucking him off while he fell helpless to her breasts.

Soon half of his dick was thrusting into her mouth while that soft ocean of warm mammary pressure engulfed his lower half in their maternal warmth, he wanted to submit to her now more than he'd ever wanted anything, and to just feel this goddess sucking his tip while her tongue traced hot patterns over his glans and her breasts engulfed the shaft in her hellish pleasure-heat, it was more than the poor barbarian could take.

He erupted into her with incredible force, his soul white cream spilling out of her mouth and over her brown breasts, staining them.

“Well well.” she said, coughing a bit. “it seems I've found quite the man. To think one such as this was so wasted on my assassins.” she rose up, kissing him and spilling his seed into his mouth, her tongue wrapping lovingly around his own.

Suddenly he felt that something was gravely wrong, or he at least tried to, but the notion was batted away without effort.

“Now then my love, you belong to me, and I to you, let us consecrate this union...here….my womanhood is ready for another thorough savaging.”

she pushed apart her lips with two fingers, showing her dripping wet hole, his lust aside, he felt as if he was being possessed by something, not that he cared.

Without even thinking, he gripped her voluptuous ass and brought her down violently, she shrieked in pleasure as he rammed it all the way into her womb.

Taking her time, she undulated her hips, her cum-covered breasts bouncing as she took her time, her pussy lips pulling and stretching over his thick girth, his cock glistening with her pussy juice as she took her sweet time, pulling up and bringing herself down.

Her pace quickened, and soon she was fucking him with a steady pace, her buttocks slapping against his legs with a steady “pop, pop, pop, pop” she screamed to an orgasm, and he responding by unleashing his own load into her, filling her up and soaking the bed with his creamy release.

Sliding off of him, his dick slowly inching out of her with a wet “fop” she rolled over to sleep, content that she'd drained the barbarian dry.

However an insistent press of his slick hot wet manhood against her anus told her a different story, and she gasped as he violently entered her.

Quivering in shock and ecstasy, she tried to push him further, in, biting her lop, but he lifted her up, gripping her breasts, and proceeded to fuck her more violently that she imagined possible.

The bed shook as she climaxed again and again, her wings spread so that he might be able to pull her more tightly against him, he practically crushed her breasts in his hungry hands as he squeezed them together, his savage fleshy pole reaming her with fluid, slippery thrusts that devastated any resistance she might have had.

He could feel her tight ass against his pelvis as he slammed into her, the pleasure of her twitching, quivering ass and insides driving him on into a more fierce pace as he slid in and out of her with abandon before pulling out and emptying himself all over her backside.

He stained her back, her buttocks and wings with his semen as it showered over her in thick flecks that proceeded to drip down over her breasts and belly, unsatisfied, he rammed it into her cunt and unloaded what was left into her womb as she felt the flood of ropy hot spunk and came in shock, determined to make her thick with his child.

She lay there for the next hour, cum spilling from her pussy as she twitched and quivered in orgasmic shock, a large arm wound around her breasts as he pulled the blanket over them both and slept with his throbbing manhood still inside of her.

She too fell asleep, knowing full well that even in bed, she couldn't hope to best this demonic barbarian.

But she was content that her charm would at least keep him in line that she might continue ruling her castle with him as a puppet. She could have done worse she supposed.

Feeling him thicken inside her hours later, she knew all too well that the question of who was truly the master between the two would forever be up in the air, as she struggled to escape his grip, only to be met with the hungering pulsing thrusting of his morning wood, one savage, fleshy thrust at a time, each thrust taking her protests and turning them into screams of hot, cum-soaked pleasure.