Author’s Note:
Dedicated for those who reviewed my Sophitia fic ‘Warrior Maiden’s Duty’. This one's been in the making for far too long. Please enjoy, rate and review if you have an extra five seconds to spare.
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Cassandra Alexandra was highly irritated. As she lay between the sheets of her travel bed staring up at the open night sky, she was trying incredibly hard to prevent her nose from wrinkling up in the manner it did whenever she was annoyed.
The large muscular man who was the cause of her infuriation was sleeping a few metres from her on the other side of the camp fire. After finding herself set upon by Raphael and his entourage by the Ostrheinsburg river he had jumped into assist, battling back her attackers with his huge mace. Since then this fellow simply known as Rock had been following her, supposedly protecting her until she left the province.
Her pink lips pursed in annoyance. She looked to her side to see him still laying there in just his fur loin cloth and boots facing away from her and the fire. His dumb rhino-head mask was perched next to him facing her.
He thinks he’s such a big man, laying practically naked out in the cold, she thought. I bet he’s freezing over there… I hope he is.
She found her eyes lingering on his muscular back, finding herself disappointed that his fur chaps didn’t accentuate his probably equally ripped butt.
He’s not even providing me with anything good to look at right now, she thought in a huff before turning over to face away from him.
Cassandra had been furious. She was convinced she had the Raphael situation under control and didn’t appreciate this brute presuming that she needed help. She was a big girl and didn’t need help from anyone on this journey.
She had sheathed her sword and shield, leaving him without a word of gratitude and continued on her way, a black cloud hovering above her head. It didn’t help her mood when, a mile or so down the road, she realised that Rock had been following her. When she stopped to ask him why he cryptically replied ‘because our journeys lie in same direction’. What the hell does that even mean?
Looking over her shoulder at him she saw him still lying still in exactly the same position as before.
I bet he’s one of those jerks who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat too.
Turning back and resting her face against her pillow again she told herself to forget him and try to sleep. She closed her eyes and attempted to clear her mind in the blackness, breathing out a big sigh.
Her mind still racing and her heart beating far too loudly to sleep, her eyes soon snapped open in rage, her cute nose scrunching up uncontrollably.
Damn him! This is all his fault, she told herself.
She stood, wrapping herself in one of the bedsheets with one hand. The air was quite chilly, and she was only in her smalls after all.
‘Hey, wake up.’ She said loudly to him as she approached his hulking form.
He didn’t respond.
‘Hey!!’
Again seeing no sort of response to her words she decided that actions should prove more useful than words in this situation. Drawing her right leg back, she kicked him as hard as she could square in the back. This time he stirred. She hurriedly stepped back, expecting him to be mad and possible take a swing at her.
‘Huh?’ Rock said drowsily, one eye looking over his shoulder at her.
‘I’m not putting up with you any more. Go away now, I want my beauty sleep.’ She used the arm that wasn’t keeping her sheet wrapped around herself to motion off into the distance, condescending to this primitive seeming man.
‘Princess not seem very grateful for saving her life.’ He said in his usual manner of broken speech.
‘How many times do I have to tell you? You didn’t save me, I was fine on my own!’
Cassandra knew that was a lie, given how the battle between her and Raphael’s cronies was extremely lopsided in his favour.
‘And stop calling me that! I am not a princess.’
‘You bratty and stuck-up. You like princesses of stories.’ Rock replied, hunkering back down to sleep.
‘You hardly know me!’ Cassandra scoffed. ‘You’ve known me less than twelve hours you arrogant bastard!’
Rock rolled partway onto his back to look at her with both eyes. This was the first time Cassandra really had a good look at his face, what with him having had his headpiece on most of the time. He had stern but not unflinching features, a full manly beard and startlingly blue eyes accompanying his wild, shoulder length brown hair.
‘One person arrogant another person wise.’ He said calmly.
Something in that moment stopped Cassandra in her tracks. Whether it was from taking in his full appearance, the glimmer of intelligence in his last words or a combination of both, she was taken aback for a moment.
‘Well then Mr. Wise,’ she said more softly now, her anger apparently having subsided a little. ‘why exactly are you following me around?’
More forthcoming in the face of Cassandra’s calmer state, Rock rolled fully onto his back and explained.
‘We have similar goals. You are on mission to destroy Soul Edge, I am on a mission to prove myself. You need protection, I need honour.’
‘I told you, I don’t need you looking out for me.’ She said, beginning to anger again. ‘If this is some sort of chivalry thing you can drop that too. This princess doesn’t need your help.’
She turned and began to walk back to where she was sleeping, as if to put an end to the discussion. Unfortunately for her, she hadn’t noticed that a corner of the sheet she was wrapped in had dragged a little too close to the camp fire and had caught light.
‘Your sheet on fire.’ Rock noted calmly, but sitting up just the same.
‘What?’ Cassandra replied, having not quite heard him.
Noting how fast the fire was spreading up the thin sheet, Rock was already on his feet storming towards Cassandra.
Turning just in time to see the large man charging towards her she was further startled as the sheet was ripped from her feminine form and thrown to the ground. Rock repeatedly stomped on it until it was no longer smouldering.
Aghast by what had just happened and focused on her now dishevelled sheet, it took Cassandra a few seconds to realise that she was now standing in only a frilly white pair of panties and a matching bra.
‘What the hell!’ She exclaimed, her sense of embarrassment quickly leading to anger. She quickly turned back to where her bed was and bent down to grab another sheet to cover herself.
Rock couldn’t deny he was enjoying what he was seeing, especially from this angle. Turning back around to meet his gaze, modesty fully covered again, her face was flushed and ready to lay into him.
‘Very nice.’ She said sardonically. ‘It’s sad when a man goes to such lengths to see a woman in her underthings.’
Rock considered himself a patient man but her constant negativity and jumping to conclusions about him was getting tiresome.
‘That is thanks I get?’
‘Perverted stalkers don’t get thanks!’ She shouted, stamping her foot. She was clearly on the verge of a full-blown rage.
‘I get it. Next time I let your pretty skin get burned!’
‘Compliments won’t get you out of this one! How about you just- ’
Cassandra’s tirade was cut short as she found her lips crashing together with Rock’s. His coarse hands had grabbed her bare upper arms and bought them roughly into a clinch.
After their brief kiss she stumbled back, clutching her sheet around herself looking thoroughly shocked. This lasted only momentarily as her countenance quickly turned once again to anger and she lashed out slapping him hard across the face.
After this decidedly girly knee-jerk reaction there was an awkward dead air between them. She stood looking ready to strike him again, one hand balled into a fist whilst the other barely holding onto her sheet. Her face was even redder and she was breathing hard behind gritted teeth.
Rock was just standing there, having hardly reacted to the strike to his strong jaw. He had made his move on the spur of the moment; what happened next was down to her.
Her blood was boiling. She wanted to rip into him so hard or just pound him with her hands some more. Her animalistic rage was compelling her to act. To do
what she wasn’t sure but she let it take control as she could feel herself begin to charge right at him…
Their lips crashed together again, perhaps a little too aggressively this time. Ignoring the dull pain in her front teeth she continued her mad ministrations, as their wrestling mouths opened to allow for some passionate tongue kissing.
Her busy hands had forgotten about her bed sheet, letting it fall from around her body as they worked on more pressing things. One was gripping the back his neck and some strands of his long hair. The other was on one of his tree trunk-like arms, touching one of his rock-hard muscles.
Meanwhile Rock’s own large hands were doing some roaming, his coarse palms sending sparks through her soft feminine skin wherever they went. Despite her roughness with him his touch was surprisingly gentle having slowly caressed her shoulders all the way down to her hips.
Cassandra’s mind was in a weird place. She considered herself a passionate woman, but she’d never got this worked up when it came to sex. Something about this situation, something about him was driving her wild to almost irrational and animalistic lengths.
Acting on those instinctual feelings, she broke off their sloppy making-out and gave his torso a mighty push. Caught off guard, Rock fell with surprisingly little resistance thudding on his back onto the dry dirt. Cassandra quickly leapt on top of him, straddling his hips and draping herself across his muscular torso. Her tongue vigorously raided his mouth again as his hands gently found their way to her back, unclasping her delicate bra.
Rock grabbed onto her and rolled over, now on top of Cassandra who had managed to shed her bra in the manoeuvre. He broke their kiss and took a moment to savour the sight of her free and beautiful breasts, before leaning down and going to work on them. She let out a gasp as his big firm hands grasped her womanly mounds, gently squeezing and teasing them with his palms.
She nearly jumped as she felt his teeth come down on one of her engorged nipples. He was firm enough to elicit pleasure though not enough to break the skin. After his friendly gnawing he proceeded to lick and suck at it, sending further breathtaking feelings through her body.
Cassandra was completely under his spell now. After initiating their second kiss she was sure that she wanted to have this barbarian fuck her.
With one hand he reached behind her neck and took her into another long rough kiss. The other was travelling down her flank and over her hip, grabbing hold of the edge of her panties. She assisted him, taking the other side as they slid the small white garment over knees and off of her legs entirely.
Wasting no time her hands were at his clothes attempting to remove his glorified fur loincloth. As she tried to awkwardly wrestle it from his form, his tantalisingly large bulge brushed against her several times, only making her efforts to remove the garment more frantic.
Eventually he lent a hand, unbuckling his oversized belt. The fur garment took some effort to shed given the sudden increase of real estate down there but they were now both completely naked.
She immediately wrapped her strong legs around his waist, pulling their hips closer together. She let out a moan as his thick manhood brushed up against her moist lips, and he made a point to rub back and forth a few times since she enjoyed it so much the first time.
He leant back slightly, taking a hand and readying his manhood at her entrance. While she seemed to be encouraging a race to the finish, they both took this moment to take in the scene.
He towered over her, his broad muscular countenance barely seeming effected despite their energetic exchange. Her breath was caught in her throat as she gazed upon his manhood, by far the largest she had ever seen. Though she was a little worried that it wouldn’t fit, by now see was absolutely certain; she wanted his ripped, hairy torso against hers again with that beast of his inside her.
She was visibly more hot and bothered now, her cheeks now a bright pink and her mouth slightly agape in anticipation. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell with each quickened breath and a thin layer of sweat was starting to permeate her pale flesh. In short – she looked the most erotic that a woman possibly could.
‘You sure princess? Might be too much for you…’ he said, a wry smile indicating a playful disposition rather than one of concern.
‘Do it. Take me, you brute!’ The half-gasped, half shouted.
As if he needed the encouragement, Rock pushed his hips forward. Cassandra bit her bottom lip and his bulbous head pressed inside her womanhood. She spread herself as wide as she could to accommodate his girth, trying not to be overwhelmed by it.
She laid back, her eyes closed as his mammoth dark cock pushed deeper inside. She was could feel the twinges of discomfort but could also sense a deep pleasure on the periphery that was threatening to engulf her at any moment.
Her body twitched as Rock’s almost inhumanly large rod sheathed its entirety inside her, his big furry balls pressed up against her. Her left hand tightly gripped his toned right butt cheek, suggesting a pause while she both acclimatised to his large girth and revel in the moment.
They locked eyes again, her expression still one of complete arousal while his was an equally erotic one of confidence and absolute certainty. He tongue kissed her again, much more tenderly now, acknowledging her wish to slow things down a little. While he did so he began to roll his hips, moving himself ever so slowly and sensually inside her.
He was enjoying her slow breathy mewlings that accompanied this grinding but he wasn’t about to maintain this pace for the whole time. He knew she wanted it rough and lucky for her that was his speciality. Slowly but steadily he began to make bigger and more deliberate strokes, soon made all the easier by her increasing moistness.
Quickly they were up to a steady yet heady pace, her clutching him tightly with her arms and legs as their bodies slapped together over and over. Her beautiful breasts shook back and forth and a short gasp escaped her lips with his every rocking of her shapely feminine frame.
Rock himself was letting out deep grunts and breaths over time but was far from being spent. In fact, he had already decided what was happening next.
He stopped his powerful thrusts and grabbed her flanks with both hands. Bringing her close as he crossed his legs under her, he leant back so they were both in sitting positions but never broke their connection.
Without a word or even a look exchanged between them she began to bounce up and down on his now near-vertical dick. Using her arms still which were still wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist for leverage she quickly fell into a good pace. His large hands gripped her hips to help her repeatedly envelope his rock hard manhood.
While she enjoyed this position she wanted him to be doing the work and suitably ravishing her. Soon she ceased her downward thrusts and tongue kissed him deeply. She then slowly stood up, which was no easy feat given the size of his dick, allowing his member to slip out of her.
She began to walk towards his bedsheets, seductively shaking her hips and shooting an encouraging look over her shoulder. He quickly got the hint and followed behind, watching her get down onto all fours on his bed.
He knelt down behind her hindquarters and spread legs, placing a playful slap on her left ass cheek. She inhaled sharply at the impact, reacting to both the pleasure and surprise of it.
He took hold of his manhood before quickly slipping back inside her, delving all the way in until her pert butt cheeks were up against him. He then gripped her shapely hips and began to pound into her.
“Oh yes!” She muttered, relishing this submissive position.
They continued to rut away at pace for many long glorious minutes, both becoming increasingly sweaty and lost in the moment.
Soon he pushed her down so she was lying flat on her stomach with him lying on her back as he continued to thrust against her pillowy soft buttocks. Their heads close together again she tongue kissed him over her right shoulder as he temporarily slowed his hip drives, mixing up his technique with some gloriously slow rotating motions.
Cassandra was loving every second of this, this giant burly man pressing her down and thrilling her in this wild fashion. From his thick body hair rubbing against her bare porcelain skin to his tree trunk-like legs between her own smooth long limbs it couldn't get any better than this.
It wasn't long before he began ramping up his ministrations again, propping himself up on his outstretched arms to allow for more leverage thus more powerful and deep thrusts inside her.
Over the loud sounds of slapping skin her cries of pleasure were increasing in frequency and volume now, further spurring on his wild bucking. Just like his tightened balls, he could feel that his lover was more tense than ever now, her palms gripping large amounts of balled up bed sheet.
'Oh... fuck...' She soon cried out. 'I'm nearly there... pull it out!'
He continued to pound against her, not ready to give up the ghost yet. She might have objected, had her breath not been taken away by an rushing onslaught of ecstasy.
The orgasm hit like a lightning strike and she lost all control. Flooded with waves of molten pleasure, her whole body tensed up. She instinctively arched her back slightly up from the ground, throwing back her head and letting out a loud laboured cry of rapture. She came on his cock as it continued to thrust in and out of her passage, her vision blurring as if she was on the verge of passing out.
Rock had the stamina and self control to do as she had ordered. He held on, albeit barely as she hit the throes of her orgasm. But just before her body could completely seize up around him he quickly pulled out his pulsating manhood. He grabbed her by the hip and flipped her over as he took his cock in his other hand. She was still writhing and mewling in pleasure as he moved to straddle her midriff.
With a half grunt, half sigh, he finally let go - a hot trail of his white seed shooting forth, landing in her cleavage and on her right breast. There was more of it than he was used to seeing and it took a good few seconds for the flow to stop.
His manhood and testicles spent and tired, a wave of fatigue now hit him. He collapsed beside his equally tired conquest, slowly regaining his senses.
She lay looking up into the stars, a distant look in her eye but a small smile on her face, her neck and heaving chest painted in the passion of his loins.
'That... was incredible.' She uttered, still catching her breath.
'That not how a princess would act.' He replied, also staring up into the night sky.
She let out a tired but genuine laugh, moving to lie on her side and face him. 'Glad you can finally see it my way.'
