Warrior Clash
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Rüstung let out a low yawn and shook his head with a grunt as he walked down the road. The triceratop's breath fogged in the morning air as he trudged down the road. It was cold this morning, as it had been the day before, and he was sure it was going to warm up like it had yesterday. A part of him wished that he didn't have to be somewhere, that way he could have stayed at his camp for a few hours more. Not that the cold really bothered him. He'd grown up in a region that had far colder springs. It was just that, who didn't want to stay in bed for a while longer some days?
Stopping for a moment, he reached back and adjusted the pack slung over his shoulder, looking around. The road was empty, which wasn't too surprising. Not that many people wanted to head towards a battle unless they were warmongers or mercenaries. Which he was the latter. Not your typical mercenary either, no he was a Vollkommen, proud of his heritage. A heritage, which he expressed like all the members of his clan, through battle. The large male wore a suit of plate armor, which bore the signs of battle and use. A pair of sheathed blades rested on his hips, and a pair of hafted weapons were strapped to his back. An aspsis shield completed his armament, the bronze disk strapped to his right arm.
He had a helmet, but didn't like to walk around with it on. Instead it rested on top of the pack, peeking out like a metallic skull. As he strolled down the road, his steely gray eyes continued to scan across the road and brush. Not too many people tried to rob him. Everywhere he went, there were tales of his clan's fierce reputation in battle. While robbery might not be a problem, there was another that seemed to arise when certain people saw him.
The sound of metal rattling preceded a voice, "Halt!" Rus's frilled head swung towards the noise, even as his mind was already working. He recognized the sound of rings rattling against each other as someone moved through the brush. From the lack of crashing, he suspected the person was either using a well-worn path or was accustomed to wearing the armor. They weren't charging him, which was a fine thing. Too many people tried that, and ended up meeting his shield. Although, he did enjoy the sound of his shield hitting them. So satisfying.
By the time he had turned around fully, the person had gotten out of the woods and stood in the middle of the road. It was a dragon, a female one judging by how her armor bulged in certain areas. She was quiet for a moment, gold eyes examining his armor and weapons. His own gray ones ventured over her in their own cursory examination. The dragoness was about as tall as he was, and he stood taller than most people around this area. Looking over the other fighter, he thought she might be a half. No, probably a third of his own weight. Her weapon was huge though. It was a two-handed weapon, but she held it easily at her side with only one. One end bore a rather large, vicious looking ax head, and the other was counter weighted with a brass ball.
He waited for her to finish her examination of him, standing still with the shield resting easily at his side. She didn't make him wait too long before she tilted her head back, looking down her muzzle at him. "Are you of the Vollkommen tribe, Warrior?"
Rus grunted, bobbing his head slightly; "Aye, what can I do for you, Lady?"
Lifting the ax, she angled the tip towards him; "I, Artemisia, challenge you to a duel. Winner may do as she wishes with the defeated foe."
He blinked at her slowly and slipped the pack off his shoulder, swinging it around and dropping it next to a tree. "I, Vollkommen Rüstung, accept your challenge. May the better man win."
She sneered at him and lifted a helmet, which she'd been holding onto, and slipped it onto her head. Rus walked over to his pack and fished out his helmet. It was the work of seconds to fit it into place on his head, feeling the leather padding against his head and frill. She waited for him as he adjusted his helmet for a second. The heavyset male waddled back to the middle of the road, reaching back to grab the haft of his ox-tongue halberd. Tugging it up a few inches, he felt the sheath slip off the tip before swinging it up.
Her eyes followed the weapon as it came over the trike's shoulder. Looking right into her eyes, he rapped his hand against the shield. Artemisia smiled a bit as she heard those gong-like bangs. Rus dropped to a defensive pose, bringing the shield up and resting his weapon on the rim. She banged the butt of her weapon against the ground before swinging it to rest in both hands.
The dragoness lunged with a roar, swinging her weapon with a speed that surprised him. He barely managed to bring his shield around before the ax slammed against him. He felt the impact jolt through the shield and into his arm. It was hard to tell if just the weight of the weapon drove it with such force or it was her. Either way it would have staggered a lesser man. She snarled at him and spun, her speed simply astounding to the fighter. That brass counterweight came towards him, racing for his shoulder. Rus shifted his weight back and turned. He managed to clip the weapon, but it still bashed against his shoulder enough to turn him.
He could feel the impact right through the padding under his armor. Instead of backing off, he pushed with his shield and pivoted. Turning his shield, he brought it around quickly, the disk humming through the air as he swung it at her. Somehow she managed to get herself out of the way as it sang over her head. The dragoness growled at him and lunged forward, gripping her weapon in both hands and aiming the shaft at his armored center. His halberd moved to catch her, the metal cap on the end rapping against his booted foot. Wood met wood with a solid thwack. The shaft of his weapon held out for a second, bending under the blow of her thicker weapon, before snapping with a crack. Her blow lost most of it's force, but there was still enough to push him back a few steps.
Rus looked from her to his broken weapon, dropping it with a grumble. "That's one down," she almost purred, gold eyes sparkling. She watched him, weapon at the ready as he reached up for his next weapon. The ransuer was in a sheath similar to the halberd. All it took was a tug to free it from the sheath and the tie that held it to his back. The spear-like weapon sang as it came around. Artemisia side-stepped the over head swing, but watched as the trike drew it back and began to jab quickly. She was forced backwards under the flurry of blows. He kept his shield aimed towards her as he stalked forward, jabbing and prodding with the weapon.
Artemisia side-stepped one of his lunges and brought her weapon around. Rus pivoted as she swung, bringing his weapon to bear. He scored a shallow hit along her arm, one of the cross blades slicing at her flesh. She got a hit as well, catching the top of his shield and crashing against his shoulder. The trike went down, almost to his knees, from the strike. Letting out a bellow of his own, he lunged forward. Her weapon was forced between his shield and her body as he pressed forward. Her face almost touched his, her breath washing against his cheek, as the shield smashed against her with a resounding crash. She staggered under the blow and fell backwards, keeping the grip on her weapon as she fell to the ground.
Her dress-like armor flipped up, revealing powerful legs to the warrior. Rus let himself be distracted for a moment, but brought his mind back as he stepped forward and brought weapon down. The point dug deep into the dirt inches from her head. Grabbing onto the haft, she rolled towards it quickly, ripping the weapon from his hand and slamming it to the ground. She rolled up onto all fours, swinging her body around to glare at him. By now both were breathing heavily, but her breathes were just a touch more raspy. Keeping her eyes on him, she stood slowly and moved to prop her weapon against a tree. "A moment, if you will."
Rus backed up to watch her, lowering his shield to his side as he drew his falcata. Artemisia took her helmet off and hung it on a low branch for a moment. She shot him a quick glance then reached back and pulled on a tie. The mail came off like a dress would, sliding over her head. Underneath, she wore far less, really little more than a studded leather skirt and a top. Now he could see more of the brown-gray scales on her belly and the ruddier ones along her back. "Should I be undressing as well?" he asked, mirth coloring his accented voice.
She shot him a glare, "Only if you wish to lose more weapons." Picking up her helmet, she put it on again, looking at him from under its cover.
Quick as a snake, she grabbed up her weapon and charged again, roaring at him. He brought his shield around, but without the armor she was quicker. Darting around his defenses, she hooked his leg and pulled. The trike male let out a strangled noise as he fell back. Rising up, she leapt into the air and swung her weapon downwards. His shield moved to protect his body, pressed against his chest. The ax pounded against him and slid off the dome of his aspsis. Swinging it around, she brought the butt of her weapon down, raining brutal blows onto him. Dropping his falcata, he slipped his arm out the shield's straps and reached out. Grabbing a hold of her ankle, the male jerked as she reared back. Once again she cried out as she tumbled backwards.
Casting his shield to the side, the heavy male rolled and grabbed at her legs, pulling her towards him. The fall had knocked the breath out of her, stunning her just long enough for him to knock that ax from her grip. The dragoness snarled at him and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, clawing at them. She was amazingly strong as she shoved at him, but this time he had the advantage. The pair wrestled on the ground, her arms and legs beating at his armored body. They rolled through the dust and dirt, kicking up a cloud as they fought, bodies pressing against each other. She shoved at him hard as they rolled, sending him into the brush. His hands clamped onto her and brought her with him as they tumbled off the road and down an embankment.
By the time they reached the bottom, he was sure that his armor had picked up a few more dings, and he could feel some of the underbrush prodding him from where it had slipped down the collar of his breastplate. Her armor, on the other hand, suffered a bit more. Her top had slipped up at some point, breasts bouncing free, and her skirt had been lost up a bush somewhere. He wound up on top of her, gauntlets pressing her shoulders down into the ground. She gave a snarl and writhed, pressing her bare form against his armored body. "Now what part of this seems fair?" Rus's steely eyes were gazing down at her breasts as they bounced. Artemisia wiggled more and brought a leg up, planting her knee against his chest and pushing. "Hey! What type of warrior are you, pinning someone that's nearly naked while you stay in your armor?"
That got through to the male. Shifting his hands off her, he sat up and moved away a few steps. She sat up and adjusted her top, watching as the male began to strip down. Half-asleep, injured, in a hurry, it didn't matter to the Vollkommen His fingers quickly found the catches on his armor, flipping them open and twisting, loosening the armor up. Wouldn't be the first time he found himself eager to get out of the armor, and for the same reason. Soon enough he had the plates all removed and stacked them up, putting the helmet on top of the pile. Next came the mail he wore, and finally the quilted clothing. His hide was an olive green with dappled greens and browns across his heavyset form. Artemisia smirked at the nude male and reached back, removing her top and tossing it over to lay near his stuff.
Now naked, the pair faced each other off again. Rus spread his legs and dropped his shoulders some, looking across at his opponent. She was very attractive, easily someone that he'd try to get with if he'd come across her at an inn or tavern. Finding her out here like this, and having her challenge him to a fight, well that was just icing on the cake. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in full breasts and those shapely legs. The trike allowed himself to be distracted some, wondering how those thighs would feel wrapped around him. Squeezing him, welcoming him into her body, begging for more.
He could feel himself getting aroused, the muscles around his slit pulling back some to let his bits and bobs start to slip out. Artemisia noticed this too, of course, and took her chance to lunge at him. The female snarled as her claws lashed out, going for his neck and chest. Rus was jerked from his fantasy by the sharp lashes of pain along his body. Her arms wrapped around him and jerked hard, trying to toss him to the side. The sturdy trike blinked at her as he felt the tugs against him, not budging. He would have laughed at her, but those claws dug into the flesh
Meaty arms wrapped around her body and pulled her tight to him. She gasped as the male squeezed the breath out of her. Wiggling in his grasp, she scratched at his thick hide some more and lashed with her legs. One knee came dangerously close to connecting with his groin and the male growled at her and squeezed harder. Her answering snarl came out as a wheeze as her eyes started to roll back, tail slapping against the ground. Rus loosened his grip for a second, reaching down and grabbing her tailbase. With a quick shift of his weight and a heave, the warrior lifted her off the ground and turned, tossing her towards a rock.
Artemisia gasped in pain as she was slammed into the rock by the male, wheezing out a growl as she pushed herself away. Rus was there behind her, his arms slipping up under hers and pulling back. His fingers locked into place behind her head, trapping the dragoness in a nelson hold. Shoving his bulk forward, he pinned her between his body and the rock, grinding her breasts into the cold surface. "Do you submit?" he growled in her ear. He kept her sandwiched tight between his body and the rock. Oh damn, she felt so good against him. The way she squirmed in his hold, her rear pressing up against his groin.
Looking over her shoulder, her muzzle almost pressed against his. Gold met gray as the two fighters stared at each other. After a long moment, she let out a sigh and relaxed, "I yield." Her hips moved a little, feeling the male's chubby rub against her rear; "What do you wish to claim as your prize?" Rus could hear the purr in her voice and looking at her, he could see that she wanted the same thing.
Releasing her from the hold, he moved his hands to her hips and gripped them tightly. Artemisia gasped and looked at him with a lusty glare, shoving her ass back against him. Her tail flipped up as she grabbed onto the rock and growled lightly. The muscles of his slit tightened again, letting his cock and balls drop fully this time. He leaned back some and reached down, grabbing his cock and stroking it. Rubbing the tip over her vulva, he found the dragoness surprisingly wet. It was a matter of seconds before his lil'dino was hard enough to joust with.
The blunt tip nudged her lower lips before spreading them open. He might not be much more than average length, but he had girth to spare. Rus let out a bellow as he plowed forward, his ram battering open her gates and barreling down her tunnel. She answered him with a cry of her own, inner muscles clenching around him as their bodies hammered against each other. Artemisia shivered, muscles tightening more as several ridges near his base popped into her. They shared a moan and a purr as he pulled back slowly, making her rear jump with each wet plop. Rus only pulled out a few inches before hammering back in.
He kept his motions short, making the most of those crenelations around his root. She clawed at the rock and shoved against him, pussy slurping lewdly around his cock. "Harder," huffed the female, wiggling her hips back against him. When the trike just looked at her, she snarled; "Harder, damn you!" Jerking his cock out of her, Rus growled at her and grabbed the female. She gasped at him and started to turn and snarl, feeling how empty he left her, her vagina gaping after being filled with that chubby dick. Grabbing her shoulders, he spun her around and shoved her back against the rock. Her hands latched onto his shoulders as she boosted herself up, the pair moving with surprising coordination.
As if they had done it many times before, Rus pushed his hips forward as she came back down. His ram slipped up her tail as she rolled her hips just right. He let out a groaning bellow as she screamed in lust, her body dropping down on him. Wrapping her legs around the male, she held tight to his shoulders as he shoved her against the rock. Artemisia growled at him, arching her toned body against his heavy form. Pain lanced through her back as she was slammed into the rock, scales getting scraped off as they moved against each other. Her ankles pressed against his tail, lifting her up and dropping her back down. He met each of her bounces with a thrust, putting his weight into each motion.
She huffed and growled at him, claws digging into his fleshy shoulders. He hissed in pain as she scratched at him, reeling his head back and lunging forward. Lowering his head, he caught her in the forehead with his with a solid crack. He'd done it enough to keep those horns of his from hitting her, he wanted to hurt her, not kill her. The fingers on his shoulders released their grip as she reeled back, eyes crossing and uncrossing. Tightening his grip on her thighs, he let out several snorts as he picked up the pace. It took several seconds before Artemisia shook off the headbutt, looking at him with a growl. She grabbed onto his frill and pulled his head down. Her tongue shoved in between his lips even before their muzzles met.
Rüstung pushed his maw against hers, broad tongue playing over hers. She kept her hold on his frill as her legs tightened around him. She was drawing closer to her finish with each brutal shove. The scent of blood was coming from both warriors, leaking from wounds inflicted during battle and after. Artemisia tossed her head back and let out a sharp gasp. "Just a little more..." she moaned, jaw trembling as she pushed tighter to him. Her breathing came in shorter and shorter pants, body trembling as she moaned.
The triceratops let out a bellow as he pushed deep against her, ridges filling with blood and pressing against her inner lips. He pressed tight against her, seed blasting her insides with such force and volume that some began to leak out around their joining after only a few seconds. The bull's finish was impressive, but over quickly. Holding tight to her rear, he looked at the dragoness as she watched him, still holding onto his frill. The warrior mumbled; "That was great..." as he stepped back. Still holding her, he sank down to the ground slowly. Once he was seated, he almost fell backwards as he lay down with her straddling him. He was almost purring as his eyes drifted closed, the effort of the fight followed so close by a rut sapping him.
Artemisia was almost slack-jawed as she looked at the male as he lay down then started to fall asleep. "You fucking asshole! I'm not done yet!" she roared, digging her claws into his chest.
Rus grumbled and opened one eye, "Let me rest a moment, then I'll..." he trailed off into a throaty snore.
The trike stirred after a while, opening his eyes a little before squinting against the sun. How long had he been out? He started to stretch before remembering what had been going on before he decided to take a siesta. Rus tried to sit up, but was stopped by the tug of something at his wrists. Craning his head as much as he could, he found that his wrists had been bound, arms stretched out to either side. The other end of the ropes were tied off to stakes driven into the ground. "What in the six hells?" he growled, pulling at the ropes.
Artemisia appeared, standing over him and still naked. The female dropped to a crouch over him, "Don't worry, you're quite safe for the moment." Tilting her head to the side, she growled lightly; "While you were resting, I was busy, as you can see. After securing you, I went and collected our gear. Some very nice weapons and armor you have."
Rus pulled at the ropes more, "Doesn't explain why you have me tied up."
She put on her best non-committal face. "Oh that. Well you see, I didn't get to have my finish, and now you're going to give it to me."
Moving over him, she planted her knees on his frill and pushed down. Rus grunted at her and watched as she swung her leg over him. Straddling his head, she pressed her labia against his beak and mashed the pussy against him. "Finish me off now, and I might return the favor." The bull snorted at her, looking up at the dragoness as she looked down at him. "If you don't, I'll have to find parts of your anatomy to amuse myself with." Her tail slapped against his belly, making him grunt as it struck him. The tip came dangerously close to hitting some parts very important to him, which was more than enough to get him going.
Truthfully, he would have probably done this without her having to tie him down. Opening his mouth, he pushed his tongue into her body. He wrinkled his nose a little at her taste, a mixture of her feminine honey and his spunk. Eating out a female wasn't his favorite thing to do, but he'd still knuckle down and do it. Wiggling his broad, herbivore tongue inside of her, he listened as the female moaned and ground against him.
She kept her knees pressed against his plate as she leaned forward, planting her hands on the ground. Artemisia rolled her hips back into him. A low moan came from her mouth as Rus wiggled his tongue deeper into her before pulling it back in lap. He kept moving his tongue, as if drinking from a lake. Push deep, spread open, sweep back. She shivered and rocked her hips, bringing her clit in contact with the horn on his nose. He went cross-eyed as she used her pearl to tickle his ivory. The female uttered a deeper growl as she arched her tail up high, tossing her head back.
Twisting his body, he managed to rock his head a little from side to side, rubbing his lips and horn against her. Rus rolled his eyes back, watching as she began to breath like a wild animal, shoving against him harder. Her juices were coating his muzzle and running across his face. This was probably the messiest he'd ever gotten while eating someone out. Her breasts bounced and swung with each gyration. He'd love to grab onto one, if only she hadn't tied up his fucking hands! Doing the only thing he could, he lapped at her well faster. Pushing his tongue deep inside of her, he twisted and tensed it, working it some before pulling out. She growled and tensed up, claws digging furrows in the soil as her thighs trembled.
Artemisia pressed her thighs against his cheeks with a hiss. The dragoness arched her back and bounced on his muzzle some, licking her lips and groaning. He could feel her muscles clenching around his tongue, each one stronger than the last. Finally, she grew still for a moment. Powerful thighs clenched, stomach muscles rippled, she took a deep breath and then. With a resounding roar, everything broke loose. Her muscles milked at his tongue as fresh juices trickled along his cheeks and down onto the ground. Rocking his head some, Rus tried to keep her going for as long as he could.
After some time, the dragoness slipped back to sit on his chest, panting heavily as she braced herself up with her hands. Looking down at the trike, she met his gaze before craning her head around. The bull was fully erect and ready for another round. In thought, she reached back and ran her claws lightly over his cock, making him shudder and groan in need. Taking a deep breath, the dragoness calmed herself, still teasing him with her fingers.
She shifted forward and moved her hands to untie his bonds, standing up and walking towards her gear. He looked around, spying his gear neatly stacked near hers. "Where are you going?" he asked with a hint of a growl in his voice as he sat up. Rubbing his wrists, the bull looked at her before reaching down to free his legs.
Artemisia reached for her skirt and spoke without turning, "We are even now. I doubt I would want to tarry here with you further. The Vollkommen are mighty warriors, but lovers they are not."
With a growl, he stood and glared down his muzzle at her. "Artemisia! I, Vollkommen Rüstung, challenge you to a duel for insulting the honor of my clan, and my honor as a male."
She stopped, skirt half-on her body. Turning to face him, she smirked; "I had hoped you would feel that way."