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[I]Come closer! Come closer! And let me regale you with the tales of Uldrich the Proud!

A hero, a former noble, a lord! He had everything in his life… But humility was not his strongest bent.

He was from the cold north, from a land faraway, he had titles, lands, and even some fame. With a coat of gold, with teeth of ivory, he had the standing of a lord all-mighty. Sabertooth of his kind, he had quite a lineage: conqueror, king, noble, even trailblazer.

And yet, and yet, he was hungry for more.

So descended Uldrich from the far north, his clothes of purple, of red, and gold. He wore his riches at his fingertip, with rings so heavy you’d furnish an army. Alas, he was a cad, a brat, a hellion, for he ventured south for one single reason. He was the last of his line, from a grand name, which has disappeared except for our rogue.

He was powerful, muscular, and quite healthy. Some might even say, he was really girthy. For if he wore robes, jerkins, and even collars, he never wore any pants to cover his parts. He walked freely, paying any fines, flaunting his genitals with a wide shit-eating smile.

The tales would say he had enormous balls, bigger than my fist, he flaunted and jostled for everyone to feast. He swayed them, he agitated his nuts, because he was a rascal with defiant lust. For he was to sire, oh that was his tales… he wanted to explore the countryside and sow his bastards!

Some ladies accepted, wooed by his riches and his attitude, bending over for a chance with the sire.

For another part he was well known, it was for his cock that was too long. Long like an arm, covered with spines, it was a spear that would not leave you repined. It plunged, it took, it pushed deeper, and soon hereafter you’d have his litter.

He was a bastard, rogue and fertile, proving by his dick his line would outlive.

And yet, there was another motif why we share those gossips.

Yes, our Uldrich was rich and proud and well-hung and stupid and eager to breed; but moreover he assumed he was above all other sires.

Whenever there was no girl to accept his advances, he would loudly proclaim his superiority in defiance.

“You may have wives, you may have kittens, but none is as worthy to have children. Come lads, come fighters, let’s compare our spears and the quality of our swimmers!”

He would scream that in the middle of a place, sometimes terrorizing the women and their toddlers. And when he would proclaim it aloud, a few strong men would come to silence him like hounds.

Yet, he was strong. Yet, he was talented. Yet, he was fast.

If you had to beat him, you had to lay down your arms. Take down your belt, your trousers, your pants, and it would be with your spear you’d fend the vagrant.

For another part was peculiar with Uldrich, it was his girth, yes, and the size of his orifice. His pisshole was wide, smooth, and welcoming… I would even dare so to compare it to a pussy.

The Sabertooth would grin, gleam, and snicker when the first man would approach with his prick.

“What is that? Something I can use as toothpick?”

Gripping the length with his bare hands, the soldier tried to take the lead on this matter.

His spear was thick, and quite long, but nothing that compared to Uldrich’s oblong weapon.

It took only a minute, and the poor man was spent; there came the grinning rogue with his spiel.

“You failed me, you failed her, you failed your proclaim. Now allow me to add some kittens with your surname!”

And so went the rogue, with the Soldier’s lady, making her bend over while watched his cuck of a hubby.

The second attempt was with a lumberjack. He had been tiring of hearing that smart mouth flap. He had a fair wife, quite a beauty, and she had been quite satisfied with him already.

Insulted and prone to a fit of anger, he challenged the Cat and his slander. Right on the place, dropped belt and pants, and so fought valiantly the men in the buff.

This time the Lumberjack was way more girthy, a tad less longer, but more enduring. His cock slipped into the cat who didn’t look as mouthy… But when came to blows, his cock took it with drowsy. One minute, then two, then three, the man wouldn’t relinquish his pretty lady.

But by the end, of twenty-three, the lumberjack blew his load, and condemned his girl to a new fur baby!

The Cat balls were heavier, his pisshole quite open, but it was clear his testicles would remain unbroken.

“Was it all? All of your load, my dear ami? I shall honor your dear with my big salami. Don’t worry, my lad, my friend, my fellow; I shall remember the way she bellows.”

And so continued the Cat, keeping his journey, going from place to place, to expand his family.

Sometimes, he would find ladies; sometimes, he would fight laddies. But in the end, he would be a daddy.

Some would say he was also of help, as he killed monsters on his way. But to everyone in the region, he was a sore puss and compared to a Demon!

And yet, here comes the hero of our play! Not a cat, not a knave, but a good old fiend. Alone and toiling, a blacksmith around the location, Rak’sar was a creature of pure oblivion. Tall, and big, and weighty, and a bit ballooned, he was a silent fella who kept to his trade.

Yet as the days came and went, so came the weeps of those defeated.

“He got my girl pregnant, this is unfair!”

“Look at this child, he is impure!”

“I cannot wish to raise the spawn of this ordure!”

He listened and remained silent, giving no heed to that defilement. For the Cat was one of his clients, and one important so; so much he knew ‘verything of this bastard’s below.

The Cat was sly and cunning, and, too, cursed to bear in his balls his future unbecoming.

But nobody gave heed to such detail but the Blacksmith and his refined mind.

Fiend, demon, spawn of oblivion; he was to remain bound for one silly deal. If he found a girl, he would be released… But until then, his freedom would be fleeced.

Then came Uldrich, again declaring, “I need a girl, a bed, and some swill! Where are you three, to honor me? Or perhaps should I endure a man and be his backfill!”

This time Rak’sar had enough. It was something for the Cat to shout, but not rough the clients of his workshop!

“Fine! Fine! Here is the deal, I will play your little game and have you filled! But if you lose, and never recover, you shall become mine, my sweet girl only!”

The Cat huffed, grinned, and smiled. He watched the gruff Blacksmith with bastardy ill-will. Surely he would have a girl at his side, someone who liked it big and brutal within. He had tired of the prim maiden, always so eager to scream for help.

So when the black oxen horns pointed at him, the red eyes grinned at him, Uldrich smiled back and accepted the deal.

And yet! And yet! And yet!

There was another detail about Rak’sha, it was not his beauty that rebuffed the lady. For he was quite handsome, but a tad beastly. He might be perfumed, but he knew how to clean. No, the reason why was what he packed in between. His shaft was big, magnificent, glorious. It was a spear of the most notorious.

For once, the Cat lost his grin, and wanted to abandon the deal.

“It is too big, it will break me!”

“But so you did with all their families!”

For once, there was a real threat, a man who had made his cock his target. Afraid, and desperate, he attempted to push up the rates.

“You will give your weapons free of charge.”

“You never paid me anyway.”

“You will be my slave and me the man in charge.”

“It doesn’t change anything for me either way.”

And so, as the fear grew and grew, the Cat knew he couldn’t escape.

“I tire of your silly game, are you in, Cat, or are you a chicken?”

Finally, the Ulrich gave in, and presented his spear that had swooned the pristines.

There was fear, there was sweat, there was terror, and a hint of regret.

But as the cock pushed in, and his pisshole stretched, followed the beset.

“He will ruin, that is clear!”

“Why does it feel so good, oh dear?”

“Please stop, you’ll break it apart!”

“Oh fuck, that prick’s melting my heart!”

For Rak’sha was big, and well-endowed. As his flared cock pushed in, the Kitten’s hole was overcrowded.

Precum and cum mixed with urine, all forming an assault of his dear mind.

And outstretched his poor tool in a terrible bind.

“Have you enough? Are you satisfied? Please pull it back, you’re the biggest, I see with eyes unclouded!”

But it wasn’t enough, for Rak’sha had plans, he gripped the tools with calloused hands.

“Not yet, my Kitty, you promised me a girl. I see none, for all my concern.”

And so he thrust, he hit, he pushed. Until the groins smooched.

“Please! Please! You won, you did! But I need my swimmers, for my dynasty!”

“Dynasty of what? Of little bastards? Don’t worry, hun, you’ll have them, given by me a lord of Hell!”

So pushed, rammed, and assaulted. For Rak’sha’s cock was hardly delighted.

More cum was pumped, and the Cat’s balls grew. But with someone else’s swimmers, though!

He cried, he pleaded, he begged.

For all the crowd he had egged.

Here was the soldier, the lumberjack, and their ladies.

Here was the Kitten who stuffed them with babies.

They laughed, they pointed, they made him a fool!

While was assaulted, stretched, ruined his poor man tool!

His testicles grew, his pisshole burned, and as the demon continued, his heart swerved.

It felt so good, he had to refuse. He couldn’t be of one hell’s refuse.

But then came the kiss, the purled lips, and the Sabertooth got his fix.

For another detail there has to divulge, is that a demon fluids are not to indulge.

Yet the Kitten tasted, sampled, and became addicted.

While his testicles were in cum quite gifted.

Oh, they grew, they grew… They are bigger than one’s head or two.

Walking with them would be quite an ordeal, if it wasn’t for the nature of their deal.

“Honey, honey. How do you feel? Enjoying my swimmers invading you is quite an appeal?”

“Yes, it feels good; why is it, though? What is happening below?”

“Honey, honey. This is the last cry, of your future children whose end is nigh!

Do not weep, do not make teary-eyes, we knew it would happen; an end you cannot deny!”

And no, Ulrich could not as he has tempted fate, only for once to have his defeat.

But the price was high, and the loss complete, as his swimmers could not compete.

He felt the burn, the itching sensations, of someone else’s cum caused this inflation.

He was doomed, giving an end to his libations!

But so he thought, and he was misled. Until Rak’sha’s eyes with his met.

“Fret not, this is not the end. You are no man, this is truth, my dear friend.

But a lad you are not, a lady could be, and a tie we could knot.

What do you say, dear honey? A new life for you, alongside your hubby?”

Ulrich was afraid, and terribly so. Accepting this deal would be a death blow.

But silently, he nodded, and demure he was when the demon kissed, and all applauded.

And this! This, my friends, is the tale of Ulrich! A caution for all the fools, who want to compare and fight with their tools! You may compete, and even be the stiffest! But you are certainly not the biggest!

Now, hun, honey, come back to the scene. Let’s hear your part I would not dare to demean!

[/I]“Hi! Hello! My name is Ulrich! And everything Rak’sha said was all but true. I was an idiot without virtue. When we met, I thought him a friend. But it is wrong to believe a fiend.”

[I]Honey! Honey! Please be kind. I tried to do the best for you with our circumstances. You were spreading your seed here and there, never letting it grow, and abandoning it elsewhere!

But now we are together! It is not a snare! I only have eyes for you… And that wondrous derriere!

[/I]“How bastard, how dastard. There is the man. As you can see, he cannot stop an-Ouch! Hubby! Not- Not in public!”

[I]Sorry, not sorry! But let’s resume! Honey continue, while your plump love I shall consume.”

[/I]“Shit! Fuck! Where was I? Talking in rhymes is a terrible idea! You know that Ho-! Fine fine! I’ll try to continue, but spare me an error or two!”

“So here I was, bested by a fiend I assumed friend. His cock was so big, it left me so sore! My pisshole was agape, and my balls tore. He had taken my future and my children’s splendor. Even if I fled, and ran, back out… it was certain, I would sire his sons out! So I assumed, I took on the role, and bowed my head down… And sucked him some more.[I]”

What he doesn’t say that he was feisty! Eager to compete even if it was a travesty! His balls couldn’t dish what he said valiantly! And by the day, he looked more girly!

[/I]“But you had to force me to wear clothes and products! Fed me with potions and even more drugs! I-URMPH!”

[I]What was that? Do I hear a complaint? When my dear Kitten mewled for more restraints? I brought you powder from the Far East. I gave you golden rings that weren’t leased. I covered you with riches, with love, with care. Plus, it’s not my fault if you sought to be my caged mare!

But I may have a hand in this body looking like a pear!

Or how those tits that may earn you some stares!

But this was your choice, and always yours! On that, I’ve been fair and square![/I]

[I]“[/I]Fine, fine! He did not force my hand. But that man is so petulant; he doesn’t heed my comm-HRMPH!

Still, one night, I sought to escape; I had found a lady who was to commend.

She did not care for my bind and gave me her back-end.

I fucked her thorough and through… But when came the orgasm, there was the thought. It would be my litter, my lineage… But a demon’s spawn that would be given.”

[I]He thought himself so clever to escape my grip, but at that moment, he freed me from my duties!

I had a girl, two even! But it mattered not because Ulrich was a given.

Once the deed done and the seed spread, he came back to the foyer wanting to be forgiven.

And I filled him, I stuffed him, filled him ‘til his ass was riven.

But once we’re done, he begged me for our couple to thriven.

[/I]“I was sorry, okay? It was an error; you said I was forgiven! Sheesh, she was a girl, surely well-loved, her and her hell-blessed spawn.

Please, please! Let’s wrap this up! So I can get back home! I wanna feel my hubby’s whole. Not through a peek, a tick, or a finger. I wanna have you fully giving me your stinger!”

[I]Alas alas! That will be the end! But more there will be, about heroes god-given. Ulrich was the first, giving me such a cunt… But sure as hells, more sluts won’t be shunt!

Tony! It’s up to you, to your story. I’m leaving you there, my dear amis. But please come to the forge, either me or my wife will handle your charges![/I]