User blog:Flodoomable/25: The Manliest Knight I

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The Manliest Knight I.

Chapter 1: A throbbing provocation.

It was near evening as Florandus Vindivicus wandered towards a small town, he had a long day of traveling through forest and plains behind him. Holding a parchment he went over the mission once more. An increasing amount of messengers had gone out in a small town about a Dark Knight challenging any who crossed the road in the vicinity of the town. The assailant fought any who it met, regardless of them accepting or declining the challenge. The ranger was to find this Knight and incapacitate them discreetly. He walked to the edge of the town where he could see the church point out above the town’s cobblestone walls. From the corner of his eyes he noticed something in a nearby bush, turning to said bush its occupant realized it was noticed and emerged. From the shrubbery came a large creature clad in seamless purple and black carapace, similar to a centaur it had a humanoid part at its front, holding a large claymore and a tower shield. On the creature’s back sat another humanoid mounted on the creature, using the carapace creature as a steed, its armor was also in black and red, but it was iron instead of chitin that made up that armor. The rider wore a two-handed sword on her back and held a bow, arrows where placed in a quiver hanging from the rider’s saddle. Both the Large carapace beast and its iron rider raised their weapon at the rogue-seeming man; the Rider’s voice was like a drill-sergeant seeing to newly introduced soldiers. “Traveller, we challenge you to a duel, state your house and skill so that your death won’t be forgotten!” The ranger looked around himself, this was not what others would consider discreet, and he was also at a severe disadvantage. He dashed into the nearby green, swerving between trees to soon disappear between the many leaves. The twin-knights gasped as their newest challenger completely ignored their proposal and instead ran off into dead of night. Florandus ran as hard as he could, hearing the noise of angry man-women behind him get louder. He found a tree with a small opening in it and hid himself, using his green cloak to act as camouflage. The couple crashed through the trees past him, the rumbling of the carapace beast’s six feet drumming through the earth as it unearthed tree after tree to make a way for her large frame. Seeing the two run off into the deeper parts of the wood, he sneaked back between bushes to the path. The darkness of the night made his escape just that much easier; with some pep in his step he reached the town in no time. The cloaked man walked into the inn and sat at the bar, he ordered a cider for a few copper coins. The owner smirked when placing the drink and observing his customer, A bald man in his fifties with a grey mustach. “So you ran, huh? That look on your face is what we see on all coming and going folks with that knight around. Will it be a room or are you leaving as soon as you can?” The ranger shook his head and sipped from the cider. “No, I’ll take a room if you don’t mind. I suppose there are plenty vacant.” The bald man placed a few keys on the counter. “Pick the one you like, but return the keys after you unlocked it. We have an open-door policy here; it tends to keeps bad folk from mischief and the sheets clean. And if I may say so.. Cider is ordered by the women, Rootbeer is more what you should be drinking.” The ranger rolled his eyes and rested his cup, taking the keys in hand. “I’m a light drinker, so no thanks.” The man laughed heartily while Florandus walked to the stairs and ascended to the second floor of the inn. “Hahaha, a man raised on his mother’s teat ain’tcha.”

Chapter 2: The dangling difference. Reaching the top of the stairs he was greeted with the sight of a long hallway. At either side where multiple doors, a few open but the rest all closed. The ranger walked past the open doors to see an alchemist work on grinding plants into mush in one room and a farmer resting his bones on the bed in the other. Walking past a few closed doors he heard a muffled moan from one of them. “Not everyone keeps to the policy it seems..” He crouched and peered into the keyhole, all he saw where the beautiful hips of a woman and arms keeping a head bobbing up and down between her legs. Surprised by this sight he composed himself, placed the key in the keyhole and unlocked it, opening the door and walking in as quick as he could without it seeming rushed. He had a grin on his face, prepared to excuse himself and walk it off as a simple mistake, while granting one hell of a view. Seeing what was actually going on made the ranger back up for a moment. A beautiful woman was undressed and spasming in the bed before his eyes, yet there were a few things off. One was that the body was missing a head; two was that a severed head was fellating the body’s stiff wood, and three is that the female body actually had male genitals. The head’s eyes looked his way and took on an expression of horror, this lasted only a second before the head was blown full of a creamy load from the body’s extra parts. The head coughed and swallowed, but soon enough was pulled off the meaty length. “W-w-wait, I can explain, this is not what it looks like!” Florandus himself slowly left the room in a daze, confused and bewildered. “Y-you’re a man?! And missing your head!” His hand was grabbed; he was pulled back into the room. The body now wore its own head again. Her face was bright red and her actions more than a little panicked. She bent over on the bed and used her hands to spread her love-handles. Between her cheeks the young man could see her black-star, under that her velvet red nether-lips and under that a set of nuts and phallic meat. “I-I’m a woman, I swear!” The ranger averted his eyes and covered them with his hands for extra security. “Then why the hell do you have THAT hanging between your thighs?!” The woman stood back up and turned back to him, her bosom jiggling as she moved. “I-I don’t know, I was born like that, honest. I still have a womb and bountiful chest.” The two of them had forgotten their volume and where bickering with one another, behind them the alchemist, the farmer and the owner all peeked into the door, their jaws dropping at the woman’s stunning body. The girl noticed and with a small shriek clamped onto the ranger in front of her, her female bosom and male features pressing against him. “Nooo, don’t look!” She was just in time so that none of the men could see her extra parts. The owner showed his big grin as he admired the female form before him as she wiggled from not letting the ranger push her off of him. “This is why we have the open-door policy, hehe. It makes for a good show every now and then in this quiet town.” He tapped the ranger on his shoulder. “Say young man, she’s not yours is she? You only just got here.” Florandus stopped his momentary quest to unlatch the shemale from himself when he noticed a piece of black iron armor barely poking out from under the bed. He grabbed her behind tightly with one hand and curled his other around her middle, pressing her bossom into his chest. “Actually.. She actually is, we’ve been writing letters to eachother and finally agreed to meet. One thing leads to another, you know..” The owner frowned and took the keys from the young man. “That must have stunk when you heard me tell you about clean beds. As much as I would watch you two going at it, my point still stands. If you want to get dirty, do it at some other place, understood?” The ranger nodded sheepishly, folding his cloak around the nude woman in his arms. She was a full head higher than him, but the cloak covered her up just as well. The woman blushed heavily and nodded, forcefully pulling up Florandus chin and giving him a deep kiss. “W-we’ll behave tonight, my boyfriend and I will find another bed to uh.. Mess up.” He gagged, a certain bitter taste in the woman’s mouth now filling his own. Still worried about the exposed armor Florandus grabbed the door and moved it from wide open to on a sliver. He could see that the knight wasn’t the best actor, and thus he had to end the racket here. “We’ll get my girlfriend dressed now if you don’t mind.” The owner locked the door without closing it so that the couple wouldn’t be able to close it completely. “Remember you two, no funny business on my beds.” The woman giggled nervously. “W-we won’t.”

Chapter 3: A rough night’s sleep.

Once the others had gone Florandus let go of the ass he was holding and looked back to the towering woman that was pressing her goods against his. “You can let go now, you know.” She smiled back at him with rosey cheeks, rubbing her nose against his. “I know, I’m just enjoying some cuddle-time with my little boyfriend here.” The young man looked down between her cleavage with a frown. “Don’t get too excited now.” She pressed herself a bit more against him. “Oh, don’t worry. You will get used to it, you might even grow to like both my attributes.~” At that she moved her head back. “Wait.” She put a hand on the back of her boyfriend’s head and forcively moved him around. “You’re the guy that ran away.” The ranger tore himself from her hand, trying to get out of her hold. “Hey, let go of me, and you are that knight duelling and killing anyone you see near the town.” She let him go and struck a heroic pose to show off her toned, yet surprisingly delicate body. “I’ll have you know that not a single soul was harmed, not like you would know since you ran before we even started.” Florandus took off his satchel, taking out a cloth shirt he usually used to cover himself as he periodically washed the sweat and grime out of his Ranger’s outfit. “Here, put on some clothes at least. And how was I even supposed to win while you rode that huge beetle-thing?” The woman took the shirt and tossed it on the bed after finding that it was too small. “You would have been fine; you clearly are quick enough to get out of the way of most attacks. And won’t you undress? You can’t sleep with all those clothes on.” He pointed to her neck; it wore a collar that was made of two detachable parts. “And your head? I clearly saw you were moving your head around like it was a toy.” She folded her arms under her bosom to make them stand out more. “Yeah.. I’m a Dullahan, you might know it as a headless knight.” The young man nodded. “Oh, that makes sense.” He took off his cloak and leather chestplate, keeping her in his view the whole time. “I guess I was, but it was still a one-sided battle.” He took off his pants and immediately pulled them back up at seeing the woman in front of him get a hard on. “At least put some underwear on, I don’t trust that thing one bit.” The woman covered her rod with her hand. “Sorry, it has a mind of its own.” She walked past him and got on all fours, peering under the bed and pulling out a pair of see-through purple panties. The sight of her in that position gave the ranger a confused flagpole as well. She pulled the panties up her legs and stuffed her meat in, showing a tent slightly larger than the ranger’s own in both length and width. “Hehe, we’re evenly matched.” Florandus grumbled as he pulled down his pants and tightened up the band that held his underwear up. “Again I’m at a disadvantage.. Damn it.” She jumped into bed and raised the sheets, her shyness replaced by a feeling of comfortable company. “Hop on in, boyfriend~ What’s my little spoon’s name?” Vindivicus huffed and got in with her. “If it’s anyone, I will be the big spoon. Florandus is the name, what’s yours?” The woman pressed his face into her bosom. “It’s Cherlfield.

Chapter 4: The taste of success.

She put her arms around her friend once more as if he were a body-pillow, rolling the two of them up to a big bed-catterpillar. His face stuck in between her orbs of mammary-flesh and his rod pressed up against her female bits while her male bits rubbed snug against his belly-button. Florandus felt a bit uncomfortable, but with that open door he had to keep up with the Dullahan’s behaviour for the alibi. He gave the woman a slightly curious look while trying to keep the urge to orally tease her love-pillows at bay. “Cherl, why are you duelling everyone who comes to town? And who is that beetle-girl?” The Amazon-Dullahan hummed and petted her friend’s submissive form. “We’re trying to find claymo a husband.” The young man raised an eyebrow. “Claymo?” The Dullahan giggled while she unlatched the two parts of her collar. “She didn’t have a name when I found her, so I named her after the huge claymore she always carries around.” Florandus glared at the woman. “Does she also have extra parts?” The knight took her head off with a hand. “N-no, she only has girl-parts. Speaking of parts, mind if I satisfy mine?” She put the head down under the sheets to where her rod was pressing up against her smaller companion, moving her open mouth around to slowly slide the head onto her own meat.” Her bed-friend jerked away, but was pulled back in as if he were trapped in a cage with iron bars. “Woah, I totally mind!” He was treated to maybe the weirdest experience yet as the large shemale next to him humped her own head into his lap. Her frantic motions lasted a good ten minutes before another big load was pumped into her mouth. Throughout the whole time her friend had become strangely aroused and frustrated at not being able to participate in at least a way that he would open his valve too. The Dullahan pulled her head off of her meat and stuffed her python back into the purple panties. She then moved the head to rest in her bosom together with the rangers. Her mouth was still covered in the stuff, with a horny grin she tried to lock eyecontact with her friend. “Wanna taste some?” He turned up his nose and moved her mouth away from his, her cumbreath alone already was too much for the man to bear. “Oh god no, no thanks.” She giggled again, but now licked her lips. “Oh, I see. Where you jealous?” The young man looked away, his stiffness still rubbing against her female place. “No.” She grinned once again, grabbing her head with her hand. “Oh, you so where. Tell you what, if you French me right now, I’ll do you too.” He fidgeted and tried to push her away. “No!” The Dullahan pressed her head against his, using two fingers to pry his jaws open and his tongue to swirl all her leftovers around his. While making out forcefully was kinky every now and then, it wasn’t if it involved something else besides saliva, honey or juices originated from the female love-box. Before he could push her off she had already removed her mouth again and pushed it down to envelop his own sausage. It was another ten minutes before her boyfriend shot his cream down her throat again. Pulling her head back up she reattached it to her neck and fell asleep snoring. Florandus looked in awe as the woman dropped like a rock. He tried to wiggle himself free, but it was to no use. Having no way to run he gave out a sigh and fell asleep too. The woman seemed more minotaur in behaviour than Dullahan.

Chapter 5: A stiff dealer.

The ranger woke up to the sound of snoring, he groggily turned his head and came to realise he was nose-deep in underbush. Aside from that he also felt that something nuzzling his rod. Looking down he realised that somehow he had been turned around in his sleep. The Dullahan nuzzling and drooling all over his crotch between snores while wearing a dopey smile. He himself was pressed with his nose against her pole; he quickly pulled away from it, but could only crawl as far away as he could with his hips still in the shemale’s iron clutches. Feeling uncomfortable with the amount of manmeat near his face he moved his hands along Cherlfield´s middle. Tenderly sliding his fingers along her skin, drawing a sleepy giggling from the girl. Her hold on him weakened, which encouraged him to tickle the rather large woman under him even more. As if a bang had sounded the Dullahan sat up and grabbed Florandus wrists, pulling them away from her weak points. From the side the ranger could see the Dullahan smirk. “What were you thinking, boyfriend? I don’t know you for that long, so don’t even think I would let you get the best of me.” With his waist free he sat up in her lap, her morning wood acting like a safety railing so he was stuck between her rod and her chest. “Is it comfortably in your seat?” The young man tried to get his wrists loos, but his girlfriend had an iron grip. “Oh, you know the expression.. Stuck between a wall and a hard place. C-can you let me go?” Cher looked down the side of the bed at her armor. “You know who I am.” She looked at her morning wood. “And you know what I am, so let’s make a deal.” Florandus leaned back into the bosoms that provided his back with a moderately comfortable seat. “I don’t suppose I’m betting my behind on this, right?” The Dullahan’s face got a red tint on it. “W-we can certainly do that, I’ve never done it with another person before..” Florandus eyes went wide, worrying that his mouth had gotten him in far deeper trouble. Cherlfield continued. “But then again, we can always do that afterwards. What I meant was that I still need to find a husband for Claymo, so either you become her husband and make her happy, or you become mine and we three search another to be her husband.” The young man turned and moved his mouth to Cherl’s neck, making her smile mischievously. “So you want to be mine?” With his mouth Florandus unlatched the two parts of the Dullahan’s collar, then pushing her head off of her shoulders. Cher yelped and let go of her captive’s wrists to catch her head. Meanwhile the ranger hopped out of her lap and scooped up his clothes and gear, running with them out of the room and into the next open one. He passed the perplexed farmer to open the window and stand behind the open door. He put on his pants and not a second later heard Cherlfield barge into the room, covering her extra genitals with a piece of cloth. “Where is that jerk, I knew he ran this way!” The farmer looked at the floor for a moment before he decided on what his actions would be, pointing to the window. “That friend of yours is a quick one, ain’t he?” The muscled Dullahan walked to the window and scoured the surroundings. Turning back she saw Florandus in the door opening, ready to leave. She quickly grabbed him by his hood. “Not so fast, we were in the middle of a deal, you slippery bastard!” Now fully dressed Florandus was pulled back to Cherl’s room where she pushed him against a wall. “You had two options; now tell me which it will be.” He tried to push her back, but to no avail. “Can’t we just go look for a husband for Claymo without me getting wed? I mean, we can just grab the first guy we see.” The Dullahan looked appalled. “The first guy? Of course we can’t, that’s not our culture. Her kind is like the Lizardmen, you can’t just point at any guy you see and expect amazing offspring. She needs to be defeated in battle, only then do we know that her children will be equally or even stronger warriors.” Florandus took the hand holding him against the wall in his own. “I get it, why don’t we try the townsguard then?” Cherlfield pulled her friend under her arm. “That would work if he didn’t already have a wife. As far as I know nobody would be able to defeat her in this town.” The cloaked leaningpole put his arm around her middle. “And you won’t go to another town?” The Dullahan irked, pressing her friends face into her sideboob. “I don’t know any places aside from this town, I have not travelled much in this region.” The ranger moved his hand from her side to her behind. “Oh, common, you’ll be fine. Don’t you want to come with me for a little bit?” She pulled his face up to her own. “You mean travel around the world with my new boyfriend? I would love that!” Florandus raised a finger to her. “The boyfriend thing was an excuse, remember?” The Ogre-sized Dullahan grabbed his hand and pulled it to her crotch with a grin. “Then from now on it’s official.” She pulled the young man into an embrace and pressed her lips against his. Parting their mouths cherlfield coiled her tongue around her new friends.

Chapter 6: Bumps in the road.

Under the cover of morning the fully clothed Florandus and Cherlfield snuck out of town, once in the forest Cherl raised her sword. The sunlight reflecting off of it shined through the leaves. From the distance the large bulk of purple carapace arrived, the Soldier Beetle curiously taking in Florandus features. Claymo’s rider hugged the ranger from behind. “Look Claymo, this is our new friend. I and he slept together all night.” Claymo blushed and got a small smile. She held in her hands her towershield and claymore like they were as light as a feather. “Your mate?” Claymo’s surprisingly gentle voice was met with the Dullahan chuckling. “Indeed he is, seems there are men who don’t get frightened from an extra equipped knight after all.” Claymo licked her lips and sniffed the ranger. Florandus muttered half to himself. “I didn’t.. We didn’t do anything besides sleeping.” The carapace beetle nodded happily like a mother when a child talks nonsense. “Sure.” Behind him muffled snickers could be heard out of Cherlfield’s helmet. “Very convincing.. Claymo, we are hitting the road, prepare your things. The beetle’s eyes rounded out at the remark. She immediately turned around and lowered her frame for the two to get on. Cherl moved up and sat on claymo’s armored thorax, patting the spot in her lap for the ranger. “Common hot stuff, you can ride with me.” The young man glared at the knight, not wanting himself to be an easy target if that dullahan got aroused on the way. The rider quickly caught on and tapped on a protective petal plate on her crotch. “You’re not worried I’ll make you bounce on my sword, are you? This armor doesn’t have an opening here, so your perky behind is safe. I can’t promise I won’t be asking for a handy on the way though.” Laughing to herself the knight put one arm cosily around her rogue as he clambered onto the beetle and in the designated seat. Florandus grumbled a bit to himself as Claymo rose again. “Can’t you just ask for a fingering instead?” One of the rider’s gauntlets stroked him over his cheek. “Deal~” Claymo walked the three to a cave nearby. Cherl patted the beast’s back. “Claymo, why are we going here? I didn’t know you had anything aside from your weapons. The large beetle dropped her weapons and pushed a few stones aside, from under them she grabbed a big sack nearly to the brim of berries. Her rider took a look at the bounty. “Eh.. Wow. You know that’s too much for us to take along, don’t you?” At hearing the verbal threat the beetle began munching on the berries as quick as she could. Stuffing them down her mouth as if her life depended on it. Seeing the scene the rider held her head with a hand. “You freaking glutton.” She took the reins and pulled them back, making Claymo look back at her rider with a pout and stuffed cheeks. With the mount freshly fed the three rode off to the next nearby settlement. While on their way the Dullahan rider took out a few parts and assembled her halbert again, making sure to keep her arms around her smaller new companion all the time. The ride would be comfortable for the ranger if he wasn’t sitting against a hunk of metal at his back and with rock-hard carapace under his bottom. Much like riding a horse without a saddle, he was starting to feel it. Being held by the rider’s arms all the while wouldn’t have been so bad either, if the armor didn’t have so many sharp and pointy edges. It was still better than walking though, he had planned on going this way after solving what was wrong in the small town anyway, so getting a ride as well was all the better.”

Chapter 7: A sweet man.

On the way they came across a patrol of young seeming inquisitors. Seeing the large mount they immediately drew their swords and ran at the twin knights. Florandus was about to take out his bow, till with a quickness the beetle swung her massive claymore at the four men. A gush of wind came over the ranger as he witnessed the three men get launched into the air, smacking on the ground with a hard landing in the trees around them. Behind him he could hear Cherlfield huff. “I still don’t get these guys. I’ve met these kinds before. They always talk of killing monsters, but when they are put to the test they show themselves better fliers than any harpy I’ve ever seen.” The lap-warmer looked on impressed. “She really expects to find someone stronger than her?” Cherl placed a plated hand on her friend’s shoulder, resting the halbert in his lap and the reigns in her left hand. “Claymo is a warrior like me, I would expect nothing less, and she deserves no less in a husband.” Leaving the men to sleep in the grass they continued onwards to the next town. The townsfolk that saw the two knights started running in fear, Making Florandus pull up his hood and cover his face just in case. Cherlfield frowned. “Hey, come back! How can we test your strength if you run away?!” She prodded the ranger with the side of her halbert. “See how annoying it is when it happens to you?” The trio spent some time running through town, meeting one man after the next who drew their sword and was then launched into a nearby building till at one point they came by a young boy of around ten who was licking a sugerapple. A tastey treat that was an apple fried with suger all around it. The Iron knight tilted her head as claymo stopped without her order. “Claymo? Woah girl, that’s just a kid.” The giant beetle towered ofver the kid as he stared back at her in confusion. Behind the boy the father peeked through the door. “Son, get inside, quickly!” The boy looked confused to his father. “Why dad?” Looking back he was suddenly eye-to-eye with the carapace beetle. The boy nearly screamed, but only crawled backwards and presented his apple. “D-don’t eat me, please scary monster.” Claymo looked surprised, she looked between the kid and the apple, moving to lick the apple. Cherl sat in her saddle, staring at the lick. “What?” The boy infront of claymo had his fear subsided as he saw the giant beetle’s strangely cute face lick the apple. He blushed a bit nd licked his side of the apple. Claymo blushed back, turning the apple to lick the spot the boy’s tongue had touched. Behind, the father, cherl and Florandus looked at the sight with much wonder. Florandus looked back to Cherl, tapping her chest. “Is… Is this what you meant with a man worthy of her?” Not able to see her face, Cherlfield seemed to stare at her girlfriend. “C-claymo? What are you doing? What about your strong desire for a powerful mate?!” Meanwhile Claymo and the boy had their gaze locked on eachother as they turned the apple and licked it, not minding who licked what side. The father staring mesmerized at the beast sharing his son’s sugerapple. “What is she doing to him?” Cherlfield let go of her reigns and got off, patting her boyfriend’s back as she slid off the saddle. She walked up to Claymo’s side. “Girl, is this who you want?” Claymo broke her lover’s sight and nodded to the Iron knight. “Husband is sweet.” The giant beetle then pressed her cheek against the boy’s who blushed in turn. He looked back to his father. “Dad, can I keep her?” The father began sweating like a pig, never expecting to one day have to answer such a question. “I-I.. “He looked to the beetle. “M-miss, can you keep him safe?” Claymo’s eyes went big and she took up her towershield and claymore, nodding excessively at her new father-in-law. The man gave a deep sigh. “Then.. I guess you can keep her, son.” As if they stood in the chapel, the beetle dropped her weapons and hugged the boy, who hugged her right back. Cherlfield took off her helmet and petted the beetle. “You don’t want the strongest, but the kindest? Huh, I guess that makes this boy your manliest knight.” She looked back to her ranger-friend. “Not at all what I expected, but if it makes her happy?” The soldierbeetle smooched her new hubby. “ Florandus hopped off as well to see the happy couple, only to have his hands pulverised in the grip of the He-Dullahan, pressing him against her with her leaning over him with a grin in her smile. “Isn’t this romantic? Don’t you want to swear your love to me too?” Florandus pulled his hand free and with a nervous laugh patted her chestplate. “It would be romantic.. If you ignore our surroundings.” The knight perked up and looked around her, only to get something akin to a heart-attack seeing the rest of the townsfolk glaring at the group with torches and pitchforks in hand. One of them pointing at the devious duo. “The bug-monster may be kind now, but you two still ransacking the town with her!” With the mob starting their run on them, both the ranger and knight screamed their lungs out as they ran for their lives. Claymo giggled, waving the two goodbye as they were chased out of town. “Bye friends!”

Chapter 8: Blowing the fuse.

Having ran a few miles wearing heavy armor out of town and into the deep ends of the forest the Dullahan collapsed on the ground, her eyes moist as she clamped her arms around her smaller friend. “Claymo is so mean, not helping us from those scary people..” She sobbed burying her face in her friend’s chest. “And she didn’t even let me take my stuff from her saddle..” Florandus sat back in the moss of the forest floor, petting the Dullahan’s head. “Yeah, yeah, what did you have on her belt then?” The Dulhan whined as she crawled up to press her face into his neck. “My bow, arrows and onahole..” The cloaked man tried to crawl away but was forced in place with the heavy armored maiden leaning on him. “D-don’t worry, I’ll take care of the ranged combat and hunting, wait, what do you even need the onahole for? Your mouth is one!” The knight blushed and nuzzled his neck. “Oh? So you don’t mind a little flavour when we kiss? That’s VERY good to know.” A nerve was hit in his head as Florandus tried to pull her face out of his neck. “Fine, fine.. I get why you need it. Let’s just buy you another one at the Sabbath when we meet a trading outpost.” The dullahan pressed a kiss on his lips and nuzzled his nose. “Nah, knowing you don’t mind the taste means the world to me.” A twitch found itself into the smoothtalker as he tried to imagine her forcing kisses on him for a week, he pushed her off and sat up. “You know what.. I’ll even pay for it, just for my new good friend.” The dullahan grinned. “For a fleeing rogue you sure are freegiving~.” She stood up and put her helmet under her arm, not minding her two-handed sword and disassembled halberd in her satchel. “What do you feel for lunch?” The ranger stood up and shot an arrow in between the trees. “Bunny?” The knight pulled down her friend’s hood. “Bunny? Can’t you find something slower? I don’t have a bow like you anymore, you know?” The ranger chuckled. “Right, look over there.” The Amazon-Dullahan peered over where the arrow had hit, noticing a bunny pinned to a tree. “O-okay?!” A little while later the two found a small lake where Cherlfield stripped off the armor from her sweaty body and where Florandus made a campfire with a spitroast to cook the bunny. Cherl took off everything apart from her cloth pants, sitting behind her friend and putting her arms around his middle as he skinned the bunny. “Florandus, is it really okay for me to come with you?” He pulled the last bit of fur from the bunny and placed it next to the fire on a stone to dry. “If it’s for a little while I guess its fine.” Cherl took the skinned bunny out of his hands and took over his knife, gutting the bunny. “Can you tell me about yourself then, it wouldn’t feel right otherwise.” He smiled back at her. “I’m just a traveller who gets assignments from time to time; I get to see the world while I work. Family wise I have a mother and no siblings, though I do know enough girls that call themselves my little sisters.” The Knight out of armor rested her head on his shoulder. “I could tell, you have lots of different monster energies hanging in those weapons of yours. At least you told me about them, I hope we can be friends, they and I.” He moved a hand through her hair while she worked the bunny, taking the sharp spitroast stick and jamming it through the bunny’s behind and out its mouth. A little uncomfortable with the way she pinned the bunny he patted her head. “And you? What’s with the knight-getup and the extra gear?” Cherl mussed on that and patted his head, pulling off his cloak and loosening his chestplate. “I was born with it, the extra thing.. As for my armor, that was given to me by my Father.” Now both bare-chested the hunting man rested himself against his gathering woman’s bosom, enjoying the soft yet sweaty embrace. Florandus felt her rub herself into his back. “Is this going to be some oil-massage?” Cherlfield grinned. “Since my cute boyfriend caught our lunch I’ll treat him to a full-body massage to ease his muscles.” She said this while pulling down her pants, sitting in her smaller buddy’s lap rubbing her panties against the newly appeared bulge in his pants. “Have you ever done it with a damsel thankful of her prince?” Vindivicus teased her, rubbing his hands over her slick muscled abs. “Won’t this be more like doing it with an ogre?” The She-woman grinned, pushing him on his back and sitting her behind down on his face, muffling his voice in her panties with the combined weight of her netherlips, balls and snake, causing him to twitch a bit while she pinned his arms down with her legs. She giggled seeing his legs move without effort, but knew they wouldn’t be in the way as she rubbed her crotch in her boyfriend’s face and moved her hands in amateur-massage-like fashion over his bare chest. “Common, don’t fight it, let me try massaging you. It can’t be that hard, hehe. Speaking of hard, you’re making me that by wiggling your face so much.” With his arms pinned down and his face covered in crotch Florandus struggled, having to breathe in her musky scent while she rubbed in random ways on his chest.

Chapter 9: A newly hardened friendship.

Cherlfield beamed with glee, gnawing on a cooked bit of bunny with one hand, and with her hand down her boyfriend’s underwear as he awkwardly sat in her lap on the bulge in her panties, using both hands to eat his share of the delicious critter. He grumbled. “Apart from the gilr having a dick, I now know what being married to an amazon must feel like.” Cherl fondled him with her hand, smiling as she stuffed her piece of bunny into his mouth. “Oh, don’t complain, there is one thing they would never get to feel.” At that Florandus could feel the bulge under him grow a tiny bit and see Cherl pull down his pants to shove her mouth on his meat. “D-d-dullahaah.. han sure are convenient. Though don’t expect to get anything from you IN anything from me..” He moved one hand back into the girl’s panties, pushing past the snake and it’s eggs for a fleshy sliver behind it. Just as he promised before they set out, he moved his finger inside the crevice and went to work on her. He blushed as he helped his new friend get off while filling up her belly with his sticky reward. She chuckled. “You little partypooper, but you’d better make up for it another way.”

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