Chronicles of Kresh

I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: all characters in the story are 18 or older, and all events are entirely fictitious. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

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The stench of smoke and death hung in the air like a putrid fog that refused to dissipate. The ransacked buildings of Namh-Jhong village littered the landscape like discarded trash, and the great hall of the town’s chieftain came down with a crash as flames leapt from its base. The screams of those inside could still be heard. Outside, surveying the carnage like his personal domain, Warlord Kresh sat atop his horse in full battle armor, a giant cudgel fisted in one hand. He looked with satisfaction at the burning houses all around him.

The Choi were a weak people and they deserved to be wiped out, he thought to himself. His men would kill, rape, and plunder, taking whatever was valuable or useful back to their steppe homeland. Warlord Kresh had a harsh, angular face with bottomless black eyes and a finely chiseled nose. His arms and legs moved with the grace of a panther, and with the rippling muscles to match. He glanced to his left now as two screaming girls were pushed through the doorway of a house which several of his warriors were in the process of setting alight with their torches.

“No! Please! Our families are inside, you can’t!” Amaya shouted. The first girl was more pale-skinned. She was slender, with disproportionately large breasts that were most pleasing in Kresh’s sight. Their areolas were a vibrant pink and stood out in stark contrast to her supple cones. The warrior who had dragged her from the house was Garash, his second-in-command. Garash now tore what flimsy rags remained from the big-breasted girl’s body with the help of a few eager men. Meanwhile the second girl, slightly darker complexioned, looked with downcast eyes as two more men thrust her to her knees and began to strip her just as savagely.

The battle had long since ended, and Kresh decided there was no point in wearing his burdensome armor any longer. He proceeded to strip completely until he stood naked and free, like any virile steppe warrior’s proudest and most natural state. He walked up to the dark-skinned beauty, who was now naked with her hands bound tightly behind her back. She looked up at him sullenly, a touch of defiance hiding behind her eyes.

“What is your name, girl?”

“Chizu.” He could feel the hatred in her words, and it pleased him. This one would be a pleasure to break. He would relish it. Kresh leaned down, cupping the girl’s chin and forcing her head sideways to watch her friend’s ordeal.

Amaya was completely naked now too. One man held her arms behind her back while another man put a knife to her neck.

“Don’t move, bitch. You struggle, I cut your throat.” The third man was Garash. He looked appreciatively at Amaya’s exposed pussy, the light fuzz of pubic hair above that tantalizingly vulnerable slit. He leaned over, sucking gently on each of the girl’s nipples, wresting plaintive moans from her young lips.

“Please, no! Don’t rape me! Please let me save my parents and little sister. They’ll burn to death!” The fire in the home behind them was growing, smoke billowing from a newly made hole in the roof. But Garash ignored the girl, sucking harder on each nipple as he reached a finger down to stroke the girl’s sex. Amaya groaned as he bit her nipple, and then her eyes widened when he stepped back to savor her nakedness, his cock springing up like a tall, wicked-looking sword – one made of flesh instead of steel.

“You like what you see, cunt? I hope you do because soon this cock will be raping your young pussy as hard as any cock has ever fucked you.”

Amaya’s eyes shined with tears. “Please, Sir. I’m a virgin! Please don’t do this! At-at least let my family go!”

But her pleas fell on deaf ears, and Garash motioned for the men to spread the gorgeous woman’s legs. They forced the girl’s creamy thighs wide and lifted her into his arms as he lined up his cock beneath her pussy. No sooner did he have his cockhead nestled between her soft, delicate labia, he had his men release her, sending her plunging down his thick shaft.

“AAAAHHH!!! UHH!!”

Amaya cried out as the cock swiftly plunged into her velvety heat. Her pussy throbbed with pain and fullness at the intruder’s cock. Garash growled contentedly and palmed her ass cheeks, bouncing her young, slender body up and down his length like a rag doll. His grunts soon joined the screams from Amaya’s house as her family perished in the flames. Amaya’s feminine grunts, dull and listless as she felt her pussy sliding mercilessly up and down her rapist’s penis, became a soft undercurrent of barely audible sound. With her wrists bound behind her, she could do nothing but groan as Garash supported her whole body with the strength of his arms. His enormous bulk began fucking her like a beast.

Kresh turned to Chizu. “Would you like to join her, little girl?”

Chizu spat in his face, and the warlord chuckled. “Does that answer your question? Bastard! Murderer!”

Kresh stood up, his eyes dimming like ice after sunset. “I have been called much worse, little cunt. You will regret that, I’ll make sure of it.” The warlord motioned to the two men who had been ‘assisting’ Garash. They came over and forced Chizu onto her back. Spreading her legs, they drove two small stakes into the ground and tied her ankles fast to them. Then they did the same with her struggling wrists. The sun-kissed beauty was not only naked now but also helpless in the most complete sense of the word. She looked up at him defiantly as he knelt between her silken thighs, his cock fully elongated, so aroused at the sight of her gaping sex open to him – inviting his cock to make the plunge.

“Look at this sweet pussy,” he murmured. Kneeling, he began to lap at her sex, sliding his tongue along her plump labia as he felt her body shiver in response. He sensed the lust of his warriors as they watched him, as his tongue made enticing licks, slurps, and deft strokes all along Chizu’s petal-like labia, rimming the inside of her pussy and then raking up and down her tiny clitoris. Chizu groaned, the nipples on her supple breasts beading with arousal unwillingly, and she yelled at him to stop.

“Mmmm!!! What’s wrong, cunt? You don’t like having your pussy feasted upon while your family burns?” said Kresh with dark amusement. He reached a finger inside her pussy, pumping with fast, brutal strokes as his other hand gently teased both of her tits, gliding across the supple skin.

Amaya’s feminine grunts became more intense in the background. Garash was clenching her finely-shaped buttocks harder now, firmly impaling her snatch as he grunted and watched his cock vanish into her tight depths. He admired the virgin blood coating his cock, and it was now mingled with his own slimy pre-cum as he raped the attractive girl. Amaya’s hands clenched and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blot out the world around her as Garash crushed her mouth with a brutal kiss.

“Such a sweet taste you have, slut. Kiss me back, bitch! Push your tongue in my mouth as you feel my cock ram up your worthless little cunt. Getting raped by a superior Asghani cock will be the first and last worthwhile thing a Choi slut like you will ever do!” Garash said, the cruelty of his tone just as harsh as his words. He stifled her moans as his tongue plundered her mouth, relishing his cock encased in her warmth all the while.

“Please…Stop! Oh god!” Amaya groaned, her pussy moistening against her will at all the friction of his cock pumping her young pussy. It was rare for a woman to be able to orgasm by sheer penetration alone, but the Choi were known for their decadent, libido-prone ways. Some even whispered that Choi women were sluts by nature. As Kresh watched Garash pound his chosen victim, her pussy slowly trickling feminine juices to coat the man’s cock, the warlord began to seriously wonder whether the rumors were true.

“Please… This is wrong!” Amaya begged. The squelching, wet sounds of suction, her pussy accepting Garash’s raping shaft, soon seemed to echo despite the tumult and the chaos of the village being ravaged all around them.

Amaya opened her eyes for a moment, and out of her peripheral vision she recognized her younger sister Sachiko running for her life. Somehow she had escaped the flames of their collapsing home, yet now the older sister watched in horror as a grizzled horseman with a flowing beard swept her up in his arms. He laughed as if he had caught a rare prize, slinging the struggling girl over his shoulder. The big-breasted older sister could only weakly demand for them to let Sachiko go.

But Garash ignored her pleas, fucking her harder than ever, his muscles tensing as his cock strained deep inside her core.

“Uhh… Uhh… UHH!! Fuck, you’re tight, whore… I feel your cunt squeezing my shaft and milking my balls so good! Mmmm!! Maybe I give you an Ashgani brat in your belly. Not that you’ll live that long,” he growled, his fists clenching as he launched himself backward onto the mud. “Ride this cock, little cunt! Ride it good or I cut off your nipples!” Garash pulled a knife from the scabbard which he’d kept close, and now he brandished it, pressing the sharp tip into Amaya’s right nipple. A tiny ribbon of blood flowed down her breast as he barely pierced the nipple, and her plaintive wail told him that he’d given her some pain to properly motivate her.

Soon the big-breasted girl was gyrating frantically on his cock, as he simply lay there and let the helpless girl do most of the work. Her pubic thatch and his were hopelessly entwined, joined together as she ground on top of him. He grunted with satisfaction, his one hand cupping her un-pierced tit even as his other hand pressed the flat of the knife across her smooth ass cheeks. The cold length of steel against her flesh made the girl shiver, and she moaned as she felt the cock rubbing inside her pussy, creating sensations she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Uhhh!!!” Amaya sighed, her body betraying her. Her pussy was slowly creaming up on her rapist’s shaft, and it made her cheeks turn crimson with shame. She tried to move her wrists, to break free of the ropes which held them resolutely in place, but to no avail. She groaned and looked down into Garash’s triumphant eyes as he tweaked her nipples with his free hand, relishing the sight of the pebbled tips between his thumb and forefinger, her nakedness writhing atop him with such desperate grace.

“Yes, little cunt. You keep riding cock like a good slut, maybe I don’t slit your throat until tomorrow!” Garash growled. Then he spit on the hilt of his knife and reached around, slowly prodding the blunt end of the weapon between her ass cheeks. Garash called to one of the warrior bystanders. “Help me with this, Brother. Lend a hand!”

For a moment a confused look overtook Amaya’s lust-pained face, and she forgot the stirring in her loins, her pussy warm and wet hugging her rapist’s penis. For a moment she forgot that she was grinding atop the cock of the man who had just helped kill her parents, realizing that they were about to deflower her virgin ass…

“No! You bastards please stop!” Amaya cried out. The nameless soldier helpfully thrust the saliva-coated knife hilt into the slender girl’s puckered hole. He relentlessly nudged it forward until her tight anus engulfed the first several spans of the hilt, leaving it firmly embedded in her ass. The fullness overwhelmed her, swamping her senses as she reeled and nearly blacked out.

“Oh god! It hurts! Please take it out!” Amaya moaned.

Even as she moaned and pleaded, she suddenly felt Garash’s hands cup her supple breasts, squeezing them hard as his cock seemed to pulsate deep inside her slickening sex. “Aaaahhh. Shut up, bitch! I’m about to bless your worthless Choi fuck-hole with my superior Ashgani seed. Be grateful for the few gifts that remain to you!” The muscular raider tensed underneath her, his cum shooting like a spear through the tip of his monstrous penis, a surge of hot-sticky jism that scoured out her insides. She groaned as she felt his nasty cum taint every crevice of her tight pussy, the excess cum congealing at the juncture of their pubic mounds, sealing her cunt and his manhood together in a strongly-scented sexual glue.

During this entire time Kresh had pinned Chizu’s face sideways, forcing her to watch every moment of her friend’s rape. Now he whispered words to her which were as cruel as they were devastating.

“Yes, maybe you’ll watch dozens of my men rape your slut friend before it’s all over. But don’t worry, cunt, I’ll find ways to make sure you don’t feel left out. You get the biggest cock of all – mine! Can you feel the head of my cock at the entrance to your fuck-hole? Hmm?” Kresh’s huge, bulbous head brushed up and down her slit, teasing and tantalizing her like the darkest promise, grazing up and down her clitoris until the tiny bundle of nerves began to come alive.

Chizu watched dully as Garash reached around, pumping the hilt of his knife harder into Amaya’s sore anus, making the girl groan and beg for mercy even as his cock was still nestled inside her thoroughly raped cunt.

‘This isn’t how I envisioned our lives would end,’ Chizu thought bitterly. ‘What gods have we offended, that they bring down this cruel fate on everything we hold dear?’

Chizu gasped as she felt Kresh slowly ease his cock between her legs, pushing aside her labia and gently nudging all the way in until, with his testicles flush against her crotch, Warlord Kresh grunted with delight and began thrusting with great, deep strokes, moving in a pulverizing yet even rhythm.

“Yes, you like getting raped by a huge, hard cock, don’t you girl? Tell me how much you love getting raped by my cock. DO IT or I’ll make you watch as I cut out your friend’s tongue!” Chizu’s breasts shook with the force of Kresh’s thorough thrusts, his penis slamming between her cunt lips as he growled at her to keep her eyes wide open and do as he commanded. The dusky-skinned beauty moaned, a loud and plaintive sound, but she said the words he wanted to hear.

“Sir, I love your cock raping my sore pussy. Please rape me so hard. Fuck my worthless pussy.”

Kresh grunted, pulling his manhood all the way out so that Chizu could see the shining juices on his rigid, vein-throbbing shaft, only to slam his penis soundly between her thighs with a loud slap once more. “Thank me for this cock, bitch!”

Chizu sighed, her body betraying her as her sex began to respond to the constant rubbing of the cock shoving and jostling within her soft folds.