Callmetim
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As Truvaris easily dispatched any resistance leading up to the wagon, the doors flew open and the three half beasts were panting heavily from the dash across the field of battle. The sight was as disturbing as it was erotic as it was confusing.
Three hobgoblins, King Krug and the princess, all with practically no clothing on, in a massive sexually charged orgy. At the sight of her nakedness, Truvaris instantly became aroused yet terribly enraged for he had claimed her as his own and she willingly accepted. Here she was, being violated at the hands of the enemy.
Sweat glistening on his body, swords in either hand, Truvaris stretched his chest out as large and broad as he could, bellowing a guttural noise that only other minotaurs could interpret as that of oncoming death. The centaurs knew to stay out of the way of a pissed off minotaur and held back, waiting. The young hobgoblin that had been fucking the king up the ass barely had time to turn his head around to see the beast that would end his life, two swords starting at the back of each of his shoulders while cutting his body with a deep X shaped pattern, shattering bone and muscles, piercing his lungs as he collapses backwards, erection twitching.
The goblin king quickly lunged up, encircling the princess around her neck with his left arm, fleeing to the far side of the wagon. "KILL THEM!!!," he barked at the two remaining hobgoblins, still wanting to taste of the sweet breasts from the princess.
Truvaris threw the corpse that fell backwards at him to the side with such force its head partially going through the wagon. Nostrils flared, blood boiling, white knuckled hands grasping his swords tightly, he was about to lunge at the two remaining guards when they pleaded "we are unarmed!" Truvaris knelt down, plunged his swords into the floor and charged at them both. One hobgoblin when high, the other low. Truvaris toss the high one behind him while kicking the low one in his exposed genitalia. Dropping to his side in pain, the minotaur took one hoof and crushed the skull of filthy monster.
"LOOK OUT!!," the princess screamed at the top of her lungs. The final hobgoblin found one of the swords Truvaris had left and ran at him, full force. The centaurs sprung into action, but would be too late as they were too far away.
Truvaris heard Linda's warning, spinning his head around just in time to see the sword coming at him. He immediately crouched down, the hobgoblin's swing going well above. Tucking his head down, aiming at his chest, Truvaris lunged forward, skewering the hobby with his horns, one just under his chin, the other into his abdomen. Ripping the sword from his hands, Truvaris bull charged the wall, embedding the hobby into it amidst splatters of wood, blood and nails. His massive muscles shoving the body off his horns as it falls limp to the ground.
His rage was now fixated on King Krug. Each stomp of his hoof slow and deliberate. Smoke blistering hot from his nostrils. The smell of death in the air. Each step taken, Krug knew he had little choice. Behind the seat he occupied in the wagon, we always kept a surprise or two. As he cowardly retreated from the slowly approaching minotaur, he reached back behind the throne with his right hand and removed a good sized obsidian dagger, pressing it into the temple of the princess who was in his left. His back against the windowed wall behind the throne, he realized he still had one bargaining chip left in their leader's life. "Free me and she lives ... otherwise ..." The tip of the dagger began to draw a small trickle of blood. The woman he was so intent on satisfying sexually now being threatened with murder as a hostage. Truvaris's heart suddenly weakened at the sight of his love now bleeding and could not bear to see her in pain.
Suddenly, a swooping noise was heard from overheard. All parties in the wagon looked up and could hear it move to the back where the king was. As soon as it started, it had now stopped, everyone curiously looking out the windows in the back. Two feet came in from above, landing squarely in the jaw of the king, sending him flying into the hoofs of Truvaris, the dagger dropped and the princess freed. Richelle had been keeping an eye on things outside the door and her actions were perfectly timed. Crawling through the window, she knelt down and took hold of the princess, grabbing some shreds of clothes to place on her body.
Truvaris leaned down and grabbed the weary king by the neck, holding him up a few feet of the ground, strangling him. he could have crushed his neck like a twig, but he wanted him to suffer for raping his love. Krug's legs flailed about, pleading for mercy on a day he would be given none. Truvaris spat in his face, a big glob of bull spit covering most of his right eye and cheek. "Your mercy, your highness ..." Truvaris throws him the ground, face up, his hands crushing the kings weak shoulders. "... can be afforded to you by your god shortly. Trulow, Carbash!" The two quickly run into the wagon revealing Lianna behind listening in as well, now watching the scene unfold. "Hold down his arms!" The centaurs do as instructed be the dominant minotaur. "Richelle, your pike!" She flies outside and arrives back with her pike in hand, handing it to Truvaris. Truvaris now shifts his gaze at Linda. His eyes, demeanor and body relax at the perfect vision of her body, barely clothed. The king sufficiently restrained, he walks over to his lover, picks up the obsidian dagger and kneels before her, a touching scene by all who are watching. "My princess, I present to you King Krug" The pike and dagger also laid down at her feet. "I follow your command now. Your raping captor is now your prisoner. Do with him as you see fit."
Truvaris motions over to Richelle and Lianna to come closer. The girls restrain the all mighty king by his ankles, spread out now before the world to see. Truvaris resumes his place at the goblin's shoulders. Krug cannot move. He is helpless. The princess alone decides her captor's fate.
Three hobgoblins, King Krug and the princess, all with practically no clothing on, in a massive sexually charged orgy. At the sight of her nakedness, Truvaris instantly became aroused yet terribly enraged for he had claimed her as his own and she willingly accepted. Here she was, being violated at the hands of the enemy.
Sweat glistening on his body, swords in either hand, Truvaris stretched his chest out as large and broad as he could, bellowing a guttural noise that only other minotaurs could interpret as that of oncoming death. The centaurs knew to stay out of the way of a pissed off minotaur and held back, waiting. The young hobgoblin that had been fucking the king up the ass barely had time to turn his head around to see the beast that would end his life, two swords starting at the back of each of his shoulders while cutting his body with a deep X shaped pattern, shattering bone and muscles, piercing his lungs as he collapses backwards, erection twitching.
The goblin king quickly lunged up, encircling the princess around her neck with his left arm, fleeing to the far side of the wagon. "KILL THEM!!!," he barked at the two remaining hobgoblins, still wanting to taste of the sweet breasts from the princess.
Truvaris threw the corpse that fell backwards at him to the side with such force its head partially going through the wagon. Nostrils flared, blood boiling, white knuckled hands grasping his swords tightly, he was about to lunge at the two remaining guards when they pleaded "we are unarmed!" Truvaris knelt down, plunged his swords into the floor and charged at them both. One hobgoblin when high, the other low. Truvaris toss the high one behind him while kicking the low one in his exposed genitalia. Dropping to his side in pain, the minotaur took one hoof and crushed the skull of filthy monster.
"LOOK OUT!!," the princess screamed at the top of her lungs. The final hobgoblin found one of the swords Truvaris had left and ran at him, full force. The centaurs sprung into action, but would be too late as they were too far away.
Truvaris heard Linda's warning, spinning his head around just in time to see the sword coming at him. He immediately crouched down, the hobgoblin's swing going well above. Tucking his head down, aiming at his chest, Truvaris lunged forward, skewering the hobby with his horns, one just under his chin, the other into his abdomen. Ripping the sword from his hands, Truvaris bull charged the wall, embedding the hobby into it amidst splatters of wood, blood and nails. His massive muscles shoving the body off his horns as it falls limp to the ground.
His rage was now fixated on King Krug. Each stomp of his hoof slow and deliberate. Smoke blistering hot from his nostrils. The smell of death in the air. Each step taken, Krug knew he had little choice. Behind the seat he occupied in the wagon, we always kept a surprise or two. As he cowardly retreated from the slowly approaching minotaur, he reached back behind the throne with his right hand and removed a good sized obsidian dagger, pressing it into the temple of the princess who was in his left. His back against the windowed wall behind the throne, he realized he still had one bargaining chip left in their leader's life. "Free me and she lives ... otherwise ..." The tip of the dagger began to draw a small trickle of blood. The woman he was so intent on satisfying sexually now being threatened with murder as a hostage. Truvaris's heart suddenly weakened at the sight of his love now bleeding and could not bear to see her in pain.
Suddenly, a swooping noise was heard from overheard. All parties in the wagon looked up and could hear it move to the back where the king was. As soon as it started, it had now stopped, everyone curiously looking out the windows in the back. Two feet came in from above, landing squarely in the jaw of the king, sending him flying into the hoofs of Truvaris, the dagger dropped and the princess freed. Richelle had been keeping an eye on things outside the door and her actions were perfectly timed. Crawling through the window, she knelt down and took hold of the princess, grabbing some shreds of clothes to place on her body.
Truvaris leaned down and grabbed the weary king by the neck, holding him up a few feet of the ground, strangling him. he could have crushed his neck like a twig, but he wanted him to suffer for raping his love. Krug's legs flailed about, pleading for mercy on a day he would be given none. Truvaris spat in his face, a big glob of bull spit covering most of his right eye and cheek. "Your mercy, your highness ..." Truvaris throws him the ground, face up, his hands crushing the kings weak shoulders. "... can be afforded to you by your god shortly. Trulow, Carbash!" The two quickly run into the wagon revealing Lianna behind listening in as well, now watching the scene unfold. "Hold down his arms!" The centaurs do as instructed be the dominant minotaur. "Richelle, your pike!" She flies outside and arrives back with her pike in hand, handing it to Truvaris. Truvaris now shifts his gaze at Linda. His eyes, demeanor and body relax at the perfect vision of her body, barely clothed. The king sufficiently restrained, he walks over to his lover, picks up the obsidian dagger and kneels before her, a touching scene by all who are watching. "My princess, I present to you King Krug" The pike and dagger also laid down at her feet. "I follow your command now. Your raping captor is now your prisoner. Do with him as you see fit."
Truvaris motions over to Richelle and Lianna to come closer. The girls restrain the all mighty king by his ankles, spread out now before the world to see. Truvaris resumes his place at the goblin's shoulders. Krug cannot move. He is helpless. The princess alone decides her captor's fate.