A Different Kind of Comrade (Closed for Gagonthis)

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra laughed as she finished her ale, looking across the table at her rough partner. SHe may not have been a large woman, but she had a presence that demanded attention.

At 5'4" and 130 lbs she looked almost frail . . . if it hadn't have been for that extremely athletic, rough look about her. There was no doubt, she had been weilding the sword she carried on her back for more years that most of the men her age. She was a foul mouthed woman, and a tease.

She wore no more than a leather bra-type top and a pair of men's leather breeches, both brown to contradict he long red hair, pulled up and back high on her head. SHe had long slender legs, and D-cup breasts. Her blue eyes were cold and had a sadistic mirth in them. And now she was drunk to boot.

"Eh, lets get outa here. It's starting to smell." SHe stood and leaned forward, making sure all of the men at the table could see her ample cleavage, then stretched with her back to them, showing her curvacious ass.

"Besides, theres no good fucks here tonight, and I'm bored ad hell." She looked at her traveling mate then left to get the horses, leaving a few men staring at her ass as she blew them a kiss here or there, mocking the tavern whores.

She passed one of said whores and made a false moan, "Ohhh, I just can't wait to have your big cock in my tight little pussy."

She laughed.

This was a woman who needed to be taught a lesson on not only manners, but how to be a lady.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik leaned back, his 6’4, 200 pound frame testing the load bearing ability of the shoddily constructed wooden tavern chair. He finished his ale, letting the mug fall onto the table in front of him as he watched his boisterous womanly partner being abrasive to the fellow patrons of the dingy roadside tavern. He sighed slightly; loosening the great axe he carried on his back, preparing himself for yet another tavern brawl that was the inevitable result of Aleidra’s taunting antics.

They had come to this roadside tavern to make contact with a man about a job, there was a rogue orc tribe in the region that was causing the poor farming community of Brightdale all sorts of misery in the form of stolen livestock and stolen women. He sat at the table with the mayor of the small village and the councilmen who made up his inner circle. The price had been settled on and Garrik and Aleidra would hunt down and put an end to the town’s problems. That was if Aleidra didn’t make them decide to back out of the deal with her antics. He shot her a warning glare as she leaned forward to rise, again displaying her sexual assets for all to see, the smell of ale rolling off her breath and announcing to all at the table she was quite drunk. He growled slightly and rose after her, noting the way all the men’s eyes in the room turned to her, one even dropping the whore he was fondling in his lap absently as she went by.

Garrik had been traveling with Aleidra was close to five ten days now, having aided the woman in a fight against a gang of thieves on the road. Since then he had come to understand the way the woman worked. She was a tease. She loved having attention on her and she loved to cause trouble. She was a pure headache for the normal stoic Garrik and on more than one occasion the sexual promises her garb and manner seemed to promise had kept him from throwing her back out on her own. Nonetheless she was skilled with the sword she carried, almost as skilled as Garrik was with his axe, and a good companion to have watching one’s back. Still he grew weary of her behavior at times, and right now he grimaced as he rose, grabbing his chain shirt from under the table and exchanging a few last words with the men who had hired them before disappearing outside to confront Aleidra.

“Must you always act such the fool around other men?” He asked with a growl as he caught up to the woman who had just retrieved their horses. “We have a job to do and I’ll be hard pressed to take on an entire tribe by myself when some angry man or vengeful woman plunges a blade through yer breast.” He huffed as he pulled on his chain shirt, throwing his bear’s fur cloak over it.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra laughed a course, drunken laugh as she mounted her horse, looking down at the still standing Garrik as she pulled a black vlevet cloak on. This was the only time she could look down at him.

"You sound like a jealous old husband, Garrik." She grinned down at him, her breasts parting the claok in front if here. "Not a one of those men or women in there are fast enoughto get past my notice, you old fool."

She liked to push buttons as well. Aliedra was a strange sort of woman, one not commonly come by. She was raised by a gruff oldhunstman who didn't give a rat's ass about her- only that she brought home food every night and protected the herds. He wouldn't have en cared if she had gotten killed in the process.

When he was 18 he told her that if she couldn't kill a bear and drag it home, he didn't want her anymore. As infuriated as she was at these words she killed the bear- not to stay with him- but to prove to him that she could. She threw it on his doorstep and walked away, never to come back.

She made good pay as a mercenary- and a hell of a lot of enemies as a tease. Still, them men never attacked because they were too interestedin her breasts or burried between her legs- as seldom as she allowed that to happen- and them women were just to weak- as she often stated.

"All Whores and Harlots, they are." was her favorite phrase.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik’s eyes flashed with anger as she mocked him from up on her mount. “You have a devilish tongue woman, and despite your skill with a sword it will get you into deep trouble one of these days.” He said things like these all the time to her, and yet he kept traveling with her, for reasons unbeknownst to him. Although if pressed for details he might admit that the generous amount of cleavage flashing out from that cloak was one of the reasons he stayed close to the woman.

Still he knew the truth of Aleidra. She was a tease through and through. In all the time he had been with the woman she had never bedded a man. She enjoyed playing with them, and Garrik was no exception. The only difference between Garrik and all the other men was that he was perhaps the one man they had met on their travels together who was as skilled as her in battle, he would even brag that the brash woman was his inferior in melee combat. She was right about none of the poor farmers being fast enough or skilled enough to take her in combat, but it still did not give her the right to do the things she did.

“I don’t care if you could have killed the whole town. We have business with these people and the money is important enough that I don’t need you putting off these people with your brazen displays.” He growled slightly and mounted his horse, calming the beast down before turning it towards the mountains where the orcs supposedly made their lair. He looked again at his companion, the wicked grin on her face. He would ride with her into battle again, confident in her ability to kill, but someday he would teach her the lesson she needed to know. That he had vowed himself.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra laughed again, throwing her head back. I any woman was a man's equal in personality, it was her. SHe spurred her horse and took of in ront of Garrick. She made sure that s she passed him he could see her ample breasts bouncing with her atop the large steed. Her long ponytail trailed after her like a banner as she raced forward.

If anyone could ever get her to admit it, Aliedra would have told them that she was afraid of men. She hated the way she always felt inferior to them, and the way that most men looked upon women as being just that. She was ariad that if she gave a man enough of herself to allow him into her bed he would rip from her all that she was- and she was not about to have that. It was not that she did not enjoy the pleasures of a man, she was forced to constantly take care of her own needs as a price or disallowing herself that commodity, it was only that she could not allow men that far into her steadfast fortress.

Despite all of her harsh and violent exterior she was really just a scarred and broken woman.

"Come Garrik, if you lag behind I won't leave you any of those troublesome trolls to kill. Then I'll have to take all the money for myself."

 

[gagonthis]

Garrick kicked his horse into a gallop, quickly catching up with her. He knew the way she had curved her back as she went by was purposeful. If she enjoyed teasing most men she absolutely loved making Garrik tense. He narrowed his eyes as he approached her horse, letting himself stay just a couple steps behind, staring at her wonderfully sculpted ass as they rode. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t long to take her. All her teasing did was increase that need, and Garrik wondered if someday he would no longer be able to resist. She was a skilled swordsman, but he was easily her equal and had strength on his side. He smiled evilly at the possibilities but quickly forces himself to focus on the land around him.

“It’s orcs, not trolls…. Were ya nae even paying attention to the man?” He said laughing as he kicked his mount past her. “Ye go kill all the trolls ye want, though I’m guessing the mountain air up here is cold enough that you’ll not find many, while I do all the work and take the credit!” He laughed slightly, looking ahead spotting movement on the road. He smiled at what he saw. Four of the orcs had made a camp close to town, perhaps as a scouting party for a larger group or as a small raiding group. His eyes narrowed as he took his hands off the reins of his horse, grabbing his large axe off his back. He gave out a guttural roar as he charged into the camp, sending the four orcs scattering to grab their weapons. “TAKE ONE ALIVE!!” He shouted out as his axe came down, smashing through the meager defense of the orc’s arm and smashing into his face, dropping him dead instantly.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra's grin broadened, the prospect of a good fight sobering her instantly. She had this knack for never being drunk when she didn't want to be.

"You take one alive, I'm in for the kill!" She almost looked feral as she swooped of her horse to take the first one down. It was easy, the foolish thing hadn't even been paying attention to the woman behind him. Even the damned orcs underestimated her. That seemed to set her blood on fire as she charged the next one. Her trusty midnight steed, Lumis, was already cornering her target for her. She swung her sword in a full circle with one hand- never one to lose a chance to show off- and lunged, but she had alowed the orc just a moment too long to grab his own massive sword and he parried.

This served only to make her mad, and set her blood running at a faster pace. A battle, this would be fun.

She backed up a few steps, letting Lumis rear, his front legs threatening to come down on the Orc's head. As the orc moved to avoid the horse she cought him in the ribs with her sword.

It wasn't a killing blow.

She seemed to be irritated byt his as she dodged the orc's sword and lunged under it, taking him in the chest with the point. With a laugh, the thrill of the kill, she stepped back.

"I hope yours is not an idiot, Garrik, 'cuase he's the only live one you'll get!"

She mounted Lumis to watch Garrik. They both knew if she got involved the brute would not survive her blade.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik swore softly at Aleidra’s yelled statement. She was never one to make things easy for him, but he knew it wouldn’t be an issue. Very few orcs were able fighters, relying only on their strength and the fear they struck in normal humans in order to carry them to victory. Garrik feared little, orcs least of all. He watched with bemusement as Aleidra fought the second orc she engaged, her breasts heaving with each powerful movement of her blade. He felt his desire for her rising as it always did when he observed her in swordplay, the movements accentuating her womanly assets and the heavy breathing from the excretion doing interesting things to her body.

He shook himself back to reality looking at the last orc standing, knowing he had to take this one alive, but the orc had other ideas and turned to run. Garrik kicked his horse in the side, galloping forward as he loosened his feet from the stirrups. When he was in range he leapt off his horse, using his muscled bulk to tackle the orc to the ground, rolling into a somersault and coming back up to his feet, his axe held tightly in two hands. The orc grunted as he tried to catch his breath, backing up to his feet. “Grab your sword!” Garrik yelled teasingly, laughing as he spun the axe end over end in his hands, mocking the orc as he advanced towards him.

The orc found his feet, grasping for the rusty longsword hanging at his side, pulling it out and snarling as he charged Garrik, sword coming down in a heavy over handed chop. Garrik smirked as he brought the handle of the axe up with both hands, catching the chop and rolling it to the side harmlessly before stepping forward and smacking the end of the handle into the orc’s face, the crunch of bone dazing the orc as his nose exploded in blood. Garrik laughed and stepped back as the orc flailed out with the sword, no real force behind the blow. He stepped back in, shooting the bottom of the axe handle out like a spear, and the orc let out a pitiful cry as it’s knee cracked and it collapsed to the ground. Garrik stepped forward and kicked his weapon away, leaning down in front of the doomed beasts face. “Got some questions for ya friend.” Garrik said in broken orcish tongue.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra crossed her arms under her chet as she rode over, using her legs to steer Lumis, rather that the rein. Even the orc looked up her with a feral kind of lust. SHe spit at him and rode in circles around Garrik and the creature.

One thing she didn'd do well is speak orc. She loathed teh creatures and, as she chopped off their heads before deciding to ask them questions, shenever had a need to learn their brutish language. Her breasts bounced. It didn't tae a concerted effort to make the two men lose concentration in what tehy were doing. SHe held her head high, accentuating her long neck.

A cruel smile graced her face which, if anyone could ever inspire a true smile, would have been beautiful with fine features. She "playfully" kicked the back of the orcs head each time she got behind him and he seemed to grow angrier by the moment.

She played as if she had no idea she might be the cause of his growing fury.

"What's wrong with the beast Garrik? Too stupid to speak? He seems angry. Did we do something to slight the fellow.?" She laughed even as she spoke.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik tried to get the orc to pay attention to him, a thing that was hard to do as the buxom red headed circled the both of them, drawing Garrik’s attention nearly as often as he did the orc’s. He sighed slightly as he watched her bosom heave as she rode by. He licked his lips slightly, again feeling the lust he tried to deny himself rising again. Finally in frustration at her distractions and pointless striking on the orc he drew a long knife from his belt and plunged it into the orc’s thigh, causing him to shriek in pain. “Now… listen good.” He said staring into the whimpering beast’s eyes. Orcs were intelligent creatures, but less so than humans, they ran were more akin to beast when the battle lust took them and so it was not too hard to simply view them as vermin that needed to be taken care of. “You’re going to die. Even if I were to let you go free you wouldn’t find help in time before some predator saw you as an easy meal.” He tried to articulate his sentences, finding the translation into orcish to be a bit difficult, but he thought he got the point across. “Now, either I can twist that blade, remove it and start chopping off body parts, or you can tell me which cave you and your kind have infested and I can give you an easy death.”

The orc looked as if he were gaining some measure of composure back with his anger at Aleidra’s kicks, but Garrik wasn’t going to give him time to decide it was a good idea to hold out the secrets he needed from him. He put his hand out and used his palm on Aleidra’s toned stomach to halt her pacing and his other hand twisted the blade in the orc’s thigh, causing him to scream out in pain. “Tell me where your chieftain is or I’ll start taking fingers…” He growled showing his teeth in threat.

Twenty minutes later they rode away from the ruined camp, Garrik with an evil smile on his face. The orc had told him exactly where to find the chieftain. Cut off the head and the body would wither… Garrik knew if they could kill the orc chieftain the tribe would fall apart as the orcs would turn to fighting amongst each other to determine who would be the knew leader. But Garrik’s smile wasn’t just at the thought of killing more orcs ahead. He was thinking of the poor orc they’d left behind, Adeilra having chopped off one of his hands as Garrik cut his hamstrings, leaving him for dead in the wilderness. One didn’t need to keep promises when dealing with orcs.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aliedra had not been happy about Garrik stopping her, especially when it consisted of his large hand on her stomach. She pushed it away begrudgingly then just sat atop her horse, her eyes on fire as she watched the interrogation. Her mood had only slightly brightened when she got to chop off the orc's hand . . whn she would have rathered chopped off its head.

She rode in brooding silenc now, pretending Garrik wasn't even there, and when she did acknowledge him it was with a crude word and a harsh tone. Her chin was again angled upwards and her arms folded under her breasts.

As night began to fall she stopped her horse and pulled it off to the side of the trail into a dark creviss. It was a good place to make camp, no one would see them on either side if they didn't want to be seen- which really wasn't a matter.

"We'll make camp here." She dismounted almost gracefully in on swift movement and relieved her horse of its saddle and bags. Feeding it and brushing it down she nodded to the center of the crevice.

"Go make a fire."

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik could tell that Aleidra was annoyed with him. She had wanted the joy of gutting that orc and when Garrik insisted they leave it to die she had protested. He had finally convinced her that leaving the orc in the wild unable to lift a weapon or even stand up would be a fate much crueler than anything they could do the beast. Still Aleidra had not been pleased, and now based on the cold shoulder treatment she was giving him he guessed she was still upset, both at him commanding her to stop her pacing and not allowing her to take her anger out on the orc.

He chuckled slightly as he rode beside her, his perphial vision watching her breasts, propped up by the folded arms she used to display her anger. “Stop playing the petulant child. Yer sword’ll get the chance to taste orc blood before the next night is over.” She responded with a gruff sound, her voice still sounding angry. He simply shrugged and rode ahead, scouting for any more trouble ahead on the road. It looked as if the previous orcs were simply a raiding party camped close to town and not the forerunners to a more powerful force as no other signs of an orcish warband were seen that day. They rode late into the evening, Garrik wanting to drive them as close to the orc’s cave before morning. Orcs were creatures of darkness, light had a poor effect on their sight and it would be that much easier to slaughter them in the noon sun.

He arched his eyebrow as Adeilra announced they would be camping here. He sighed slightly, figuring is he gave her his small victory maybe she would be easier to deal with throughout the night. He drew the line though when she told him to make a fire. “Make a fire? Bah… I’m going to catch us a meal for the night.” He said as he unhooked his short bow from his horse, walking out into the darkness.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra fumed almot visibly as Garrik salked off. She threw a a large stick at him and watchig it ping off of his back. Thurning she gathered more kindly, piling it up and starting the fire. Then, as the firelight danced on her flesh, she had what she took as an amazing idea for retribution.

While he was gone she took her time readying herself. She pulled her hair down, taking an unusual amount of time brushing it out so that it shined in the light. Then she stripped out of her clothes, neathly packing them away. She lay out her bedroll and lay down on it, closing her eyes as she waited. SHe had only a small stip of pubic hair leading down to her pussy lipe, the rest was cleanly shaven. And in the darkness the fire light danced across her skin eroticly, She upported her breasts wth one arm wraped benath and around them, her head laying on the other as she stretchedherself out, one leg thrown forward and bent back so that her ankle lay just about half way up the other calf.

She was by no means asleep when he returned, but her eyes were closed and her breasts moved steadily with her long even intake and release of air.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik stalked silently through the woods, the chill air making his breaths come out as small puffs. He pulled his cloak more tightly around him as his eyes searched the moonlit darkness, attempting to find some form of game. His mind was in two different spots though, one focusing on the ground around him for any traces of game, the other part of his mind thinking of Aleidra. Perhaps after this job was done he would leave her. It wasn’t as if he needed her companionship, and all she seemed to do was cause trouble for the stoic berserker. He sighed slightly; it would probably be for the best if he left her. He was not one to work well with others and preferred the company of none.

He smiled as he spotted a pair of tracks in the moonlight. Following them like a wolf stalking his prey he spotted the animal up ahead. Two small rabbits sat, ears twitching as they listened for the faint sounds they had heard; ready to bolt away if trouble was near. Garrik never gave them the chance. With two expert shots, one following right after the other, he dropped the small creatures. With a smile on his face he walked forward, gathering them up. They would make a good meal, hearty food for the night before a fight.

Garrik returned to the camp, seeing the light of the fire from a short distance away. At least Aleidra had made the fire he thought; glad to see her stubbornness did not necessarily lend itself to foolishness. He also saw it was a well hidden fire, the smoke and light would not attract many unless they were already on top of the hidden camp to begin with. He smiled, dangling the kills in front of him as he returned to camp, meaning to brighten her dour mood with the food, but what he saw made him pause and blink in surprise.

Aleidra lay asleep on her bedroll near the fire. That in itself was not surprising, but what was surprising was the state she was in, completely nude, the dim light from the fire dancing off her supple body. Garrik sat in shocked silence, gazing upon her form, watching her heavy sleeping breasts heave up and down as his manhood grew steadily beneath his travel worn trousers. He let the rabbits fall to the ground in his absentminded state and moved forward, calling her name out softly, seeing if she was actually asleep. When she didn’t respond he moved forward, standing over her and looking down at her naked form. He looked around, wondering anxiously before lowering himself to a kneeling position in front of her, poking her shoulder slightly and again calling out her name in a low voice. When she didn’t respond he looked around again, letting his hand drift off her shoulder and down to her breast, fondling gently as a very soft groan escaped his lips.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra had mistakenly fallen asleep, having expected Garrik to return just a bit sooner than he had. She lost herelf in dreams of bathing in Orc blood . . . she certainly did have a horrible little mind on her. But her dreams swiftly took a new form and she before she woke she was beginning to imagine Garrik in the pool of blood with her, his tongue upon her lips, his hands firmly holding her breasts.

She moaned as her eyes fluttered open, and she was surprised to see Garrik kneeling, one knee by her face, the other just past her breasts. SHe was more surprised, however, to see her full breast within his hand. Her nipple had grown hard almost instantly, and she looked at this as a betrayal of her body.

Then the matter really sank into her head and with an infuriated cry she lapped his hand away, sitting up and pulling the thin blaket beneath her over her breasts. They still didn't coer between her legs, or even the lowet curves of her breasts as she knocked him back on his ass within an inch of the fire.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing??! Do you take advantage of every defenseless, naked woman when she sleeps?" She actually slapped him across teh face right about then, standing and looking down at him. That would have been the last thing he expected her to do . . as it was the last thing she had exected herself to do. Now he sat on his ass within an inch of the fire as she stood, at this angle, practically towering over him, barely covering her breasts.

"I can't believe the NERVE. Men, they think everything they see is theirs to do with as they WISH!" Her voice was heavy with anger, something not new to it, an her eyes reflected the fire in a stormy kind of way.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik wasn’t sure what possessed him to touch her like this. Perhaps it was a little of adrenaline still present in his body after the events of the day earlier, or the fact that she had been such a tease for the entirety of the time they had traveled together. Or could simply be that he had never seen a finer pair of breasts in his life. He licked his lips as his mind whirled with images of her pinned under his bulk, his manhood thrusting into her over and over.

His eyes had wandered down her body, noting the shaping of the pubic hair with a wicked smile. His hand was just about to venture downwards to check her warmth and wetness when she let out a loud groan and her eyes flew open. With a cry she slapped his hand away and backed up, trying vainly to cover her body. His eyes still shone with lust but that quickly turned to rage as she shoved him, his already precarious balance disappearing as he fell right on his ass. He growled angrily at her heated question. “Do ye often sleep naked inviting all sorts of attention upon yourself then lass?” He said coldly. “In all the nights we’ve traveled together this was the first time I observed such behavior. Maybe ye shouldn’t put it out for display if yer not intending on letting it go.” He said, eyes widening even more when she slapped him across the face. It wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting some form of violence as retribution, his hand had already been inching back towards his axe, preparing to defend himself if she drew steel. No it was the fact that she slapped him, a more feminine gesture of anger than anything he’d ever seen from her before. He nearly laughed out loud at this but knew that would just bring further trouble.

“Whatever, you would not have been lain out on the blanket nude if ye were not lookin’ for at least a little attention.” He growled, figuring this was all some sort of orchestrated ploy by her, not realizing that it actually was, but one that had gone afoul. He could tell this was an argument that could quickly get very out of hand so he simply turned his back on Aleidra to skin and gut his kills.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aliedra let a great cry of anger loose and kicked him square between the shoulders. Her feel may have been bare but she had powerful legs that rocked his body. SHe stormed towards the back of the crevace where a wall stood and started digging out clothes.

"It was a ploy you fool. I was going to take retribution out on you by lettingyou think I was asleep then removing myself from your reach the moment you tried something. You're daft if you think I actually had any plans of SLEEPING with you." She pulled another small top over herself. This one was black leather with no straps. It was made to hug her breasts so tightly that it didnt need anything to hold it up- and it did the job well increasing thw way her breasts popped out of the top of it. She added pants that looked more like a loin cloth- she always spelt in something closely related to such. She had stated on more than one occasion that pants were for riding not sleeping.


Then she spun and sat with he back agaist the wall, her legs spread and her arms ander her breasts in their ususual fashion as she glared at him.

"And if you ever try anything like that again I'll have your head, bastard."

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik stumbled forward as her foot met his shoulders. He whirled back towards her, rage in his eyes, fully intending to unleash his frustration on her with a rock solid fist, but she had already turned away and he took a deep breath, still weighing whether or not to follow her and give her the beating part of his mind told him she deserved. Instead he just kept walking, plopping himself down on a log and pulling his knife out. His eyes still watched through the firelight, staring at Aleidra’s naked form. Even through his anger he still felt an animal lust for her that he couldn’t deny.

He just shook his head as she went on her tear. Of course it had all been a ploy. Only Aleidra would do something like that. His skin came down and began to cut the skin off the first rabbit as he watched her dress. Revealing clothes as always. He growled slightly, his anger growing as he realized his manhood was still standing at attention. He’d had enough of this. After this job they were through. He wasn’t going to put up with this any longer. His knife gutted the rabbit and he cleaned it out, moving to the other. When he was done he speared the rabbits on a makeshift spit and put them over the fire to roast. His work brought him within the vicinity of Aleidra but he ignored her mostly only muttering one thing to her. “Have my head?” He snarled at her. “I’d teach you the respect you never learned.”

He walked down by the fire again, removing his armor, weapon and shirt, allowing himself to stretch his torso, loosening his tense muscles. The firelight played over his sweat soaked torso, a faint sheen showing on his body as he worked the kinks out of his muscles, awaiting the food to be cooked.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra finally lost her temper with the last remark, her blood boiling as she jumped on her feet. For the slightest moment she looked like she might sit back down as she watched him remove his armor and shirt. Bu she just couldn't take the idea of his words. The more she thought aboutit the angrier she got.

This time it was no slap when she made contact with his face, it was most definitely a powerfully thrust blow by a balled fist.

"Respect!?" She hissed, "I give you the respect due to you! You're no more an animal than the rest o the men I've come across. You think you with that rod between your legs rather than that in your head."

She moved back and it was quite apparant what her next move would be by the way she bunched up her muscles. She could hardly believe he dared to think he could teach her anything. He was nothing, just muscle. He obviously had no intellegence or he would have been smarter than to insult her.

As the muscles in ther legs bunched up her foot shot forward and it was obvious that it was aimed directly for that one part of the male anatomy she knew - in her own little world- was the cause of all of her problems. She fully intended to show Garrik just who he was messing with, and just why he should keep his damned mouth shut.

"Mother fucking basta---"

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik saw the blow coming and tried to roll with it, but he wasn’t fast enough. Her punch hit him like a stallion’s charge and he thought he heard the cracking of a bone in his cheek. He retreated away from her, his hand coming up unbelievingly towards his cheek as he felt the growing bruise. His eyes flashed with a rage unseen outside of a full-fledged battle as he stepped forward towards her, watching her back up.

Garrik tried to think of something clever to say in response to her insult on him, but he was too full of anger for his mind to work properly and all that came out was an animal like snarl of rage. This time he saw the blow coming, the coiling of her leg muscles making it quite clear she was about to kick out at him. His anger slowed time as her leg shot forward, clearly aiming for his still enlarged manhood. He couldn’t believe she would go for such a cheap shot but then Aleidra had never been a fair fighter. His arm shot out, catching her leg in a vice like grip and stopping the force of her kick. “You filthy whore!” He snarled as he yanked with all the force in his arm, pulling her completely off balance and sending her smashing to the ground on her ass. Before she could rise he was on her, his entire body falling on top of her, leading with his fist into her stomach, knocking the air straight out of her.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra laughed cruelly at the look of surprise on his face, but that laugh ended quickly enough when she realized that she had been to slow in her next move and her foot was within his grasp. She gave on jerk of her leg and her eyes widened, "Let go of me you fucki-" She let out a scream of fury and surprise as she was jerk down, her entire weigh falling on her ass before he had her dragged down beneath him.

She had put an arm up to guard her chest as he had come down on her, expecting that to alieviate some of the blow of his crushing body weight, but she had not expected the fist that dug into her stomach. She let out a lough cough, her eyes again wide as the wind was compeltely knocked from her.

It was followed momentarily by a quick gasping of air. SHe found that he was nearly impossible to roll off of her and instad she kicked out with her feet, one knee coming up from between his legs to rack his manhood from behind, and more to the point its counterparts.

She let out a scream of fury as she swung on him again. Sudenly being pinned under a man was the last thing she had expected herself ever to experiance.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She hauled off and tried to punch him again, but when the blow missed she found her hand that was on the ground was within reach of the skinning knife head been using earlier. She quickly grabbed it and in an instant she had it against his side.

"And I do mean now!" Her eyes flashed with a feral anger.

 

[gagonthis]

Garrik pinned her down to the ground, using all his extra weight to keep her from wiggling free. He growled angrily as his hand gripped her hair, wrenching her head sideways as she screamed and brought her knee up, attempting to smash into his genitals. Fortunately it was a glancing blow and though it hurt like hell it wasn’t going to distract him. He brought his other hand forward, wrapping his large hand around her slender neck, pressing down weight upon it, beginning to choke her. He shifted his weight so her next knee found nothing but solid thigh muscle to collide with. She swung a fist at him, but she had no leverage to put her weight behind and the blow was weak and glanced off his chin.

Garrik had planned on just pinning her down and giving her a few bruises to remind her who the stronger of the two was and why it didn’t pay to mess around with him. But now as he looked down at her, squirming underneath his strong arms, her breasts heaving up and down with the effort of wriggling out from under him an evil glint came into his eyes. She swung her fist at him again but he easily moved his head back, avoiding the blow. He shifted his weight further up on her, his manhood pressing into her as he breathed heavy breath down on her. It was time to teach her a little respect.

He winced when the knife came up and pressed against his side. She was fast, but she also often underestimated his speed. His arm shot out sideways, catching her wrist and pulling the blade away from his side as she tried to drive it into him. A tiny bit of the point pierced his skin before he pulled her wrist away from him. She put all her strength into trying to drive the blade into him, but he was much stronger and drove her wrist away, pinning it to the ground. He slammed her wrist against the ground over and over until the knife fell away. He released her hand and quickly sent the knife flying across the ground far away.

“No more teasing you bitch…” He said evilly, using his weight to keep her pinned.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aleidra let out a furious cry as first her hair was pulled and her head turned to the side, then a more strangled cry as he began to choke her. Each time her slammed her wrist into the ground she could imagine bones breaking- though she knew he wouldn't risk damaging her hands too badly she would need them the next day.

She felt tears of fury and pain begin a heated trail over her face as she tried to fight her way out from under him, but she was beginning to find that without the ability of free breath she was begiming more nad more incapable of not only moving but thinking strait.

'no more teasing bitch' he heard, and suddenly she had a good idea of what was coming and it momentarily gave her a burst of enrgy as she tried to let out another cry. Now her hands were wrapped around the arm that held her throat as she tried to rip it away. Her head was free now and she spit up at him, her vision blurry due to the tears, but as close as he was she knew she had sprayed his face with saliva and at least that was a small victory.


"Fuck . . . you . . . motherless . . son of . . a bitch!"

 

[gagonthis]

He grinned down evilly at Aleidra as she struggled against his immense strength on her throat. He wasn’t planning on choking her out completely, just making her understand that to struggle against him was useless. Still he was surprised when she grabbed his arm, finding some measure of strength from his threatening word. He leaned on her harder, seeing tears come to her eyes as he choked her. Finally he realized what he was doing and loosened his grip slightly giving her the opening she needed to slip free.

He laughed slightly at the futility of her gesture as she spat in his face. Still he raised his hand and slapped her across the face with all his strength stunning her as he shifted his weight, pinning her solidly yet again. “My mother was a fine lady….. but I’ll fuck you good you teasing whore…” He chuckled evilly, all personal doubts about this plan out of his head. He reached down between her legs, rubbing at her crotch through the material of her bottoms. “You’ll love this you bitch…” He said, the animal inside him taking over as he tore at her leather top, trying to rip it off her as she struggled against him.

 

[DracnKitten]

Aliedra let out an infuriated cry, then as she thought she had her freedom she felt the massive blow across her face. For a oment her vision swam and tears came to her eyes. She stopped her stroggle for a moment and by the time she had regained hersenses she found that Garrik was grinding his fingers into her pussy and ripping at her shirt.

She Bushed against his torment, as good as it felt it made her feel dirty and it negated her power over her own body. SHe felt her top begin to rip and let out another futile cry, her hands reaching up and grapping his throat. SHe figured he would expect a blow, not a choke and she used all themight she could muster to try and distract him from what he was doing.

As she bucked agianst his hand, trying to free herself, she found that she was only making the situation worse as it them made his fingers grind harder. She caught herself in the middle of a moan, and the humiliation of enjoying this only nagered her more as she tried to throw his bulk off of her by arching her whole body with her entire store of strength.