Hero Is Now Villain

Ryzen slashed at the men, ripping their crude but thick iron armors as if they were made of papers. Blood spilled and sprouted profusely at every cut, followed by the bizarre hang in the air to be completely absorbed by the dark blade. It seemed as if Ryzen, or rather Bloodrink, aimed at points of the body where arteries were the most concentrated to produce the maxim spillage of blood.

"Aim for the skin, not the armor. You are ruining the loot," called Kisha angrily from the distance.

"You are not afraid of such a sigh, from seeing him like that?" asked Garbiel, having recovered from the initial awe and now fearing Ryzen's determined, morbid movements.

"I am a bandit looter. I have seen enough dead bodies," said Kisha casually.

"But I admit I was scared too when I first saw that," added Kisha with an uncomfortable cough, leaving out the part where she peed herself when she first saw Ryzen in action.

Seven men were down with only one petrified thug left facing Ryzen. Ryzen approached him, only to be stopped abruptly by the ever-so ill-timed voice inside his head.

[Spare him. Let him live to tell the story of Laab's Champion.]

Ryzen ignored the voice and raised Bloodrink, still drinking and absorbing blood in the vicinity while forming a slowly revolving, mesmerizingly beautiful crimson, vacuous sphere around it. The few blood spurts on Ryzen's armor and skin also got pulled into the air and making their way to the black blade.

Ryzen took another step to the unmoving target. The thug seemed to be in shock, fear-stricken and nearly losing consciousness at the sight in front of him, the nightmare of the past few minutes.

[This is the part where you introduce yourself my Champion, child.]

Urged Laab's voice once more.

Out of nowhere, Laabyrinth came out of the woods and showed itself, blocking Ryzen from reaching the last remaining thug. The Daemonic horse stared silently at Ryzen, standing firmly and purposefully.

[See? Even the beast knows the importance of telling a tale that lasts.]

Laab's voice sounded humored, jocular as usual.

Ryzen could feel that even Bloodrink, a lifeless sword, wanted to be sheathed back, as if saying that it had eaten plentifully.

So Ryzen lowered the sword, with Laabyrinth moving away as if on cue, to face the pale, trembling man with the most pathetic expression Ryzen had ever seen in his life.

"Go back, tell the rest of your kind to stop doing whatever that you do for life, or you will see me again. Understand?" said Ryzen solemnly.

[Wrong speech, my child.]

Laab's voice sighed dramatically.

The surviving thug did not seem to comprehend Ryzen's words.

"I am letting you walk away. Run, before I change my mind," said Ryzen pitifully, sheathing Bloodrink, already dried and looking polished as ever, with a smart click.

[Champion. You forgot to say the most important part.]

The thug blinked a few times, his face muscles twitching on the verge of pouring tears and throwing up, swallowed hard and turned his body suspiciously.

Then he began to run wildly for his life, tripping himself and rolling on the ground more than a couple times before he vanished out of Ryzen's far-seeing eyes.

Ryzen turned around to find Laabyrinth already nibbling on the dead bodies. He also saw Kisha jumping between the bodies swiftly and diligently, collecting the loot so far into cutting off one of the men's fingers with her handy war axe to pry open a plain-looking silver ring.

Kisha looked up and grinned at Ryzen innocently, absolutely no guilt on her soul for handling carcasses in such a way.

Ryzen tried to smile back, when another spasm hit him across the heart.

He had not realized, but he had been hard for some time now: ever since the first contact of Bloodrink on the thug leader's neck, to be precise.

Kisha had turned away from Ryzen, crouched so that her petite but rounded buttock flashed under the skirt-like fur armor while revealing the ample b.r.e.a.s.ts through loosely hung upper garment whenever she turned sideways.

Ryzen had subconsciously reached for Kisha and picked her up by the waist. Kisha, holding the war axe and a partial armor piece, frowned over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" said Kisha, wriggling in Ryzen's arms.

Ryzen took off his gloves and put the hands inside Kisha's fur armor. Kisha started a little at the cold touch, but did not resist getting her b.r.e.a.s.ts groped and massaged by Ryzen.

"You just could not wait, could you?" scoffed Kisha, untying her armor and letting the top drop on her feet, standing half-n.a.k.e.d with Ryzen now sniffing about her neck and hair.

Kisha turned and saw Garbiel staring with disbelief and... was it jealousy? Thinly veiled under the look of admonishment and disgust was an aching envy. Kisha felt a little triumphant and more daring as she took off her bottom armor piece as well.

"You really want to do it on the pile of dead bodies?" said Kisha, looking around at the grotesque scene. Three bodies were missing heads, with one of them already eaten whole by Laabyrinth while the second skull was being crunched by the horse's strong, uncharacteristically sharp teeth.

Ryzen did not answer. Instead, his enormous d.i.c.k had already been taken out and poking Kisha's firm, tight a.s.s.

Kisha turned before making sure that Garbiel was watching the whole thing. She wrapped her arms around Ryzen's neck and kissed him fervently as she pressed her belly against the hard-as-ever p.e.n.i.s and felt her v.a.g.i.n.a watering readily and expectantly.

Ryzen lifted up Kisha's body and penetrated at her v.a.g.i.n.a as forceful as he swung the Daemonic sword minutes ago.

Unlike the dead men, Kisha let out a lively, rapturous cry that made Garbiel jump in the distance.

Garbiel would watch the bestial scene with horror for the next hour and a half, until Kisha finally fainted in Ryzen's strong arms.

Her horror, however, did not end when Ryzen, after putting down Kisha a few feet away from the dead bodies, turned to Garbiel's direction.

Garbiel saw that Ryzen had the same craving look when he had first r.a.p.ed her—first of many rounds—at the inn a day ago. She had forgotten that he could look so dangerous and barbaric after being treated gently and kindly after the nightmarish violation of the first few hours into meeting him.

But what made Garbiel gasp with a shaky breath was the size of the p.e.n.i.s facing the sky between Ryzen's muscular t.h.i.g.hs. It seemed bigger, darker, and scarier in the daylight out in the open.

Ryzen, n.a.k.e.d with his shiny black armor pieces laying around everywhere, walked towards Garbiel. Garbiel took a step back reflexively, in fear, but she knew any attempt to run or resist was futile.

Ryzen stood before Garbiel and reached his hands toward her. Garbiel sensed that he would rip off her clothes, so she quickly undressed herself while eyeing Ryzen carefully, hopefully.

"I cannot expect gentleness from you this time, can I?" asked Garbiel feebly towards Ryzen who was no longer the considerate, kind-worded knight of the morning. As Garbiel watched Ryzen's hungry face staring back at her stonily, she smiled sadly at realizing that this was the real Ryzen after all.

Garbiel closed her eyes, expecting anything and everything that would follow.

But Garbiel was not ready when Ryzen grabbed her silky blonde hair roughly and pushed her on the ground while lifting her head upward facing him—his p.e.n.i.s. Garbiel's mouth hung open with pain and surprise as Ryzen thrust his p.e.n.i.s inside her unsuspecting mouth, going all the way until it made her gag uncontrollably as if she were suffocating.

Ryzen pulled off his p.e.n.i.s, watching Garbiel coughing and drooping saliva from her lips.

"No teeth," warned Ryzen, again grabbing Garbiel's chin and shoving his p.e.n.i.s inside the soft, slushy mouth of a blonde v.i.r.g.i.n of a day ago.

Garbiel made sure not to let her teeth scr.a.p.e the skin of Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s—it was hard not too given its monstrous size, but she tried her best—but she still felt she was about to suffocate when ever the tip touched and blocked the throat, along with suffering from the aching jaw and numbly taut tongue from being continuously ground by the rock hard p.e.n.i.s.

Ryzen pulled off again, not c.u.m.m.i.n.g inside Garbiel's mouth. Garbiel gasped and breathed heavily at the momentary freedom, only to be roughly raised from the ground and have her left leg lifted and held up by Ryzen's one hand to spread the moist, dewy v.a.g.i.n.a wide open.

Standing on just her toes, Garbiel grabbed Ryzen's shoulder with both hands. Before she could protest about the awkward, uncomfortable position, Ryzen grabbed with his left hand her busty a.s.s cheek for support, and pounded onto her open v.a.g.i.n.a with the force of a charging bull.

Garbiel was surprised that she did not feel pain this time, but something else as her v.a.g.i.n.a stretched and flexed, swallowing Ryzen's blackened d.i.c.k delightedly.

Tiptoeing and shaking, Garbiel let out a brittle sigh at first, followed by an involuntary squeal and cry that echoed across the dense, uninhabited forest.

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Garbiel was sleeping peacefully, n.a.k.e.d and blanketed by her own clothes, near the fire when Ryzen and Kisha finished loading the heavy loot on Laabyrinth. The sun had set and the air was cold, but Kisha was sweating and shivering a little at the extended labor of carrying and packaging the broken iron armor pieces and other items.

"You cold?" asked Ryzen, who seemed unperturbed by the night chill and looking somber after hours of s.e.x.u.a.l dispensation once again.

"Looks like I will have to share the horse with the sleeping fatty in the morning," said Kisha, throwing a glance at softly sleeping Garbiel as she moved closer to Ryzen for warmth.

Ryzen embraced and put his arms around Kisha gently.

The two sat by the fire, quietly enjoying their simple supper of dried fruits, beef jerky, and leftover stew from the afternoon.

Kisha was sitting on Ryzen's l.a.p.s when she turned and faced his face just inches away. Kisha stared intently into Ryzen's eyes as she ran her fingers across his face lit silhouettey red-yellow from the campfire.

"Why is your d.i.c.k black?" asked Kisha, her hand naturally grabbing the ever-ready hardened p.e.n.i.s and holding it gingerly.

"I have no idea," lied Ryzen, keeping to himself about the image of a black heart—his heart, probably—while glancing at Garbiel who was still sound asleep.

Kisha had started to stroke the p.e.n.i.s c.a.r.e.s.singly, enjoying Ryzen's discomfort and reluctance as she got off his l.a.p.s and faced him in a kneeling position.

"Must be the color of your blood showing beneath the skin," said Kisha playfully, stroking faster and becoming more adept at the job with each passing day.

"Maybe."

"Perhaps you bleed black as well?"

"Perhaps."

"I want to see," said Kisha, taking out her war axe and lightly running it across Ryzen's arm.

Ryzen did not flinch and watched with equal interest as Kisha pointed at the black blood oozing out of the small cut.

"I knew it."

"I am more a monster than I thought I was," smiled Ryzen wryly.

Kisha lowered her head and licked the blood off Ryzen's arm.

"Tastes just like your c.u.m," said Kisha, smacking her lips seductively.

"I doubt it."

"Where there is a doubt, there is a test."

"It is not necessary—"

But Kisha had already put Ryzen's d.i.c.k inside her mouth, playing with it in all kinds of way: biting softly, rolling her tongue, and contracting her throat at the tip. She then made Ryzen stick out his legs to lick the t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s and stick out his b.u.t.t to run her tongue around the rim of his anus.

"You are like a bull when you ride me," murmured Kisha with her mouth busy harassing Ryzen's private parts.

"I am sorry if I treat you roughly so," said Ryzen, exhaling deeply from the novel sensation.

"No need to apologize. I like the bull in you, obviously."

"That is a relief," said Ryzen, patting Kisha's fiery curly hair with gratitude.

Kisha looked up, her hand still fondling the p.e.n.i.s and eyes flashing mischievously.

"But I also like milking this cow."

Kisha's hands and mouth became busier, more active, determined to make Ryzen c.u.m in her mouth.

Finally, Kisha held a mouthful of the thick, warm liquid between her lips, which she opened before Ryzen to see before swallowing it whole.

"What color was it?" asked Kisha following the labored gulp.

"I was not sure. It was too dark to see," answered Ryzen, uncomfortable and awkward.

"But was it black?"

"It did not seem so."

"But it tasted the same as your blood."

"If you say so."

"Next time, c.u.m on my face."

"I... I will think about it."

Kisha smiled as she pushed off Ryzen to lie on the ground, staring down at him as if she were looking at a cute pet.

"My turn to ride the cow," said Kisha, flashing her v.a.g.i.n.a through the slip of the skirt armor and smoothly engulfing Ryzen's still erect p.e.n.i.s.

"If Garbiel awakes—"

"Then she can join," said Kisha coolly as she let out an appreciative sigh at having fully swallowed the black p.e.n.i.s this time with her other mouth.

Ryzen placed his hands on the springy a.s.s cheeks of the youthful teenager, who was not only enjoying but bettering herself at riding both the beast and human in Ryzen.

In the distance, Laabyrinth was nibbling tranquilly at what seems to be a leg bone, much less paying attention to the heated movements and sounds coming by the campfire.

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"A High Mage is stationed at Frostmarch as far as I know," said Garbiel, refreshed and energetic after a long, uninterrupted night of sleep. She was the only one truly enjoying the beautiful morning in the woods as she watched incredulously at both Ryzen and Kisha, looking fatigued and yawning constantly.

The party had disassembled the temporary camp and was ready to set out. Garbiel had suggested that a High Mage or of a grater rank should be able to access the confidential thought cache of Betrard Falen in the Mana Cloud.

"He is not stationed at Sappling?" asked Ryzen, who had been thinking of returning to Sappling over the night to find a mage who could access the information of his death.

"She is not at Sappling, no. Everyone knows Sappling is a state capital in name only. Frostmarch is where she is keeping eyes on for the service of our King."

"Not my king," scoffed Kisha.

"But you are an Alvyonder just like ourselves," said Garbiel, more bewildered than indignant by Kisha's unpatriotic comment.

"I only respect people better than me. A rich boy by birth and blood idling in the palace all his life is not someone I look up to, nor do I want to."

"I am sure our King has just turned twenty-three. He is certainly older than you, Kisha, and that is hardly a boy's age."

"Men are all boys. I have f.u.c.k.e.d from a fourteen year-old soft nut to a sixty year-old flimsy. Age is just an indication of how long they last."

"That is an ignorant perspective, Kisha. Not all men have s.e.x on their minds."

"Says someone who was a v.i.r.g.i.n just two nights ago," smirked Kisha riding on Garbiel's horse.

Garbiel blinked and looked hopefully at Laabyrinth, at Ryzen who was already sitting on the saddle.

"You are riding with me. Laaby is carrying enough as he is. He will not be able to carry your fat a.s.s on top of all the loot he is carrying," jeered Kisha, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g her chin to her back.

Garbiel got on the horse behind Kisha, holding her slim, muscly waist gingerly.

"Besides, it is not as if Ryzen will finger you while you are riding in front of him."

"I was not expecting such a thing," snapped Garbiel sharply.

"But you can fondle his d.i.c.k if you are riding behind. You have never given a handjob before, have you?"

"Just go, Kisha," sighed Garbiel, clearing her throat as she watched the broad shoulders of Ryzen leaving ahead.

"It is only a day's ride to Frostmarch. We may be able to reach the gate before the sun sets," said Ryzen, looking back over his shoulder casually to the following women.

Garbiel, blinking and suddenly remembering the afternoon before, blushed and swallowed the watering saliva inside her mouth. Kisha, a keen, instinctive girl, took notice but said nothing at the moment.

An hour into riding up north, the road became rockier and rougher. The horse trotted and swayed as it chose its path carefully, and while Ryzen and Kisha, both experienced riders, had no problem with the bumpy ride, Garbiel was becoming extremely uncomfortable.

Her v.a.g.i.n.a had become more s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e than ever in the past couple days, and every bounce and shake touched her swollen c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s. Her lips quivered just as her under lips jingled. Her mouth watered just as her other mouth dripped an oily tear or two, seeping into her not-so-new-anymore u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.t.

Garbiel positioned herself so that she felt the least impact on the horseback, and Kisha felt the uneasy shift behind her back.

"What is that smell?" said Kisha teasingly, knowingly.

"What smell?" asked Ryzen promptly, in case of any impending danger.

"Like a sow on an estrous cycle."

"A pig? Are you hungry, Kisha?" laughed Ryzen casually, oblivious to the blushing Garbiel who was now breathing heavily with embarrassment, and something else.

"Let us make sure to buy some bacon in Frostmarch. Beef is getting too stale," said Kisha casually as she turned to Garbiel.

"Switch seats with me. You steer," whispered Kisha as she quickly rose from her seat and went behind Garbiel.

Garbiel took the rein in surprise, sliding to the front gingerly not to rub her wet v.a.g.i.n.a all over the saddle.

Garbiel, however, was in for a bigger surprise as Kisha's hands groped over her clothes and felt the perky n.i.p.p.l.es on her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

"Are all mages as l.e.w.d as you? Getting turned on by riding a horse?" whispered Kisha wickedly, just out of Ryzen's earshot.

"I just feel cold, that is all," said Garbiel, wriggling herself out of Kisha's grasp.

"Is this also for the cold?" Kisha asked, her hand rubbing Garbiel's private, making Garbiel jolt as if an electricity had just run through her.

"Stop it, Kisha."

Kisha did exactly the opposite of that and put her hand inside Garbiel's clothes and ran her hand on top of the thin u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.t that had been wet for over an hour now.

Kisha took out her hand and rubbed her fingers together on the watery, sticky liquid in front of Garbiel's eyes.

"How inconvenient for you to feel aroused by the cold."

"That is my sweat," said Garbiel indignantly between her teeth.

"So you sweat when you are cold? That is actually more inconvenient. In fact, you could even die from that. Sweats take off your warmth, you know."

"Please stop, Kisha, and be quiet," pleaded Garbiel finally.

Kisha shut her mouth, but she did not stop.

Garbiel gasped sharply as she could feel Kisha's lean, delicate fingers slipping inside her v.a.g.i.n.a.

"I was r.a.p.ed by a woman once. Can you imagine that?" said Kisha teasingly, blowing air into Garbiel's ears. Garbiel shuddered and shook involuntarily.

"I... am sorry to hear that," said Garbiel with difficulty.

"No, it was actually better than being r.a.p.ed by most men. But do you see why I am telling you this right now?"

"Kisha, please."

"It means I know how to please a woman's body from experience," whispered Kisha seductively and dangerously, while continuously fingering Garbiel down under.

Garbiel felt heated and dizzy, swaying as if to fall only to be held by Kisha's svelte, strong hands.

The horse neighed at the sudden shift of weight, making Ryzen turn around sharply with a worried face.

"Is everything all right back there?" called Ryzen.

Even then Kisha had not stopped playing her fingers inside Garbiel's v.a.g.i.n.a, making the innocent blonde impossible to raise her head and respond. Broken, desperate breaths and m.o.a.ns were all she could muster at the point.

"Everything is good. We are getting along just fine," said Kisha merrily, waving off with the other hand for Ryzen to ride on.

"I bet you have never tasted a v.a.g.i.n.a before," said Kisha to Garbiel, who shook her head spasmodically.

"It is not exactly a d.i.c.k, but I can teach you. When do you want your lesson?"

Garbiel murmured.

"Now? Did you say now?"

Garbiel nodded with a breathy exhale.

"Ryzen, halt," called Kisha from the back, her v.a.g.i.n.a, too, juicy and ready unbeknownst to Garbiel.

"What is it?" asked Ryzen.

"Garbiel here wants an early lunch."

Ryzen checked the location of the sun, then the surrounding, and deemed the time and place fit for a break. He turned Laabyrinth around and approached towards Kisha and Garbiel.

"Oh, and Ryzen?" said Kisha to Ryzen, who had gotten off the horse and taking some food out of the sack.

"Yes?"

Ryzen looked up at the two women, still on horseback, from below. Only then Ryzen could see that Garbiel seemed unwell: feverish, blushing, and breathing shakily.

Before Ryzen could ask what was wrong, Garbiel's eyes met Ryzen's, and Ryzen instantly understood what an 'early lunch' meant.

"I just meant to ask for you to lose the armor while we eat. It only gets in the way for her to put her mouth around it, right?" said Kisha, getting off the horse and half-helping, half-dragging Garbiel down.

Garbiel almost fell but stood unsteadily with Kisha's support. Garbiel was staring at the ground, averting Ryzen's eyes ever since the stimulating gaze from just moments ago.

But that look, and Garbiel's eerily e.r.o.t.i.c stance and smell, was enough for Ryzen.

Kisha walked towards Ryzen and took off the bottom armor piece, revealing the readily stiffened p.e.n.i.s underneath.

"Lunch is ready, I see. First come, first serve," said Kisha, mouthing the black c.o.c.k zealously.

Ryzen looked at Garbiel who, to his surprise, was rubbing herself down below and twisting her body as she stared at Kisha moving her head back and forth s.u.c.k.i.n.g the p.e.n.i.s.

That made him only harder, and Kisha felt it. She pulled her had back, turned over her shoulder and beckoned Garbiel to come closer. Garbiel obliged with shaky steps, kneeling beside Kisha and looking up at Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s with hunger and d.e.s.i.r.e.

"That is mine. Yours is down here," said Kisha, pointing to her own v.a.g.i.n.a.

Ryzen watched as Kisha sat on top of Garbiel's face as she proceeded to stroke and suck his p.e.n.i.s, with intermittent jerks and convulsions that stemmed from what was going down below.

Kisha let go of the p.e.n.i.s from her mouth and got up with a pant.

"Lie down so I can ride you," ordered Kisha, and Ryzen obliged.

As Kisha put Ryzen's p.e.n.i.s inside her, Garbiel stood up looking more e.r.o.t.i.c and sensual as ever, sat on Ryzen's face. Ryzen smelled and stuck out his tongue towards the shy anus of the blonde while he felt her juice sprinkle down on his face.

Ryzen grabbed Garbiel's meaty t.h.i.g.hs with his hands and dove deeper, tasting and l.i.c.k.i.n.g every part of Garbiel's fresh v.a.g.i.n.a, wrinkly asshole, and bulgy pearl in all directions and intensities.

At one point, Garbiel turned the other direction, her a.s.s still on Ryzen's face, just inverted from before and somewhat leaning forward. Ryzen, his vision hindered, could only guess what was happening.

Kisha and Garbiel were kissing, their tongues locked and s.u.c.k.i.n.g each other passionately. The sight excited Ryzen as much as the kiss aroused the two women sitting on top of him.

Ryzen came simultaneously as Garbiel squirted and let her juice drip on his face profusely. Kisha, too, had stopped rocking her body and pulled away from the p.e.n.i.s, dr.a.p.ed helplessly with her legs spread wide open as creamy s.e.m.e.n exploded out of her hole.