Barbarians
Before the king on knee set,
And in her language she him gret
'Laverd king, wassail!' said she.
-The Interview of Vortigern with Rowen
Valentine ran.
The son of a noble, he had never been forced to run in his life. He had run, of course. Children, so full of energy, ran everywhere they went before collapsing to the floor, tuckered out. And into his adolescence and adulthood, Valentine had enjoyed jogging to keep in shape. It was a noble's duty to be athletic, to look the part of nobility. But never in his life had Valentine truly run: full tilt in one direction, ignoring the branches as they whipped his skin, knowing that if he stopped he would be killed, and not having any idea when he could stop and catch his breath. All he knew was he could not stop.
Three days ago, a Burmecian warlord had set his sights on Valentine's father's city. The disgusting, overgrown rats would have overrun the city, slaughtering every man, woman and child they came across, but Valentine's father made a deal: his first born son in exchange for the safety of the city. The Burmecian warlord, a brutish thug and monster, agreed to the terms, and stole Valentine away from the only home he had ever known. The warlord wasted no time performing whatever ritual would bind Valentine to his daughter, a towering Burmecian female. The assembled Burmecian concluded the ceremony with a lewd orgy which Valentine managed to escape by fleeing into the surrounding woods. But before he could escape and reach his father once more, his new "mate" had caught him and threw him over her shoulder, before hiking back to the encampment where she lived.
This time, Valentine had attempted to sneak away in the middle of the night, while the majority of Burmecian slept. His mate slept by his side, though he was thankful that she had not yet attempted to "consummate" their marriage. She was odd, compared to the other Burmecian. She was still brutish and repulsive, prancing about completely nude, urinating and defecating whenever, and wherever, she had the urge, but at least she was not violent with him. The other Burmecian were, to be sure. They pushed him and punched him. They stomped on his toes, and when he attempted to retaliate, a stiff backhand knocked him to the ground. On more than one occasion, his mate, Artemis, had come to his defense, though he did not believe this was done out of compassion. She was most likely simply territorial, and did not like the others roughing up her toy.
Valentine ran, as long and as far as he could, far longer and far father then he would have guessed his body was capable of. In fact, he ran all through the night, and only when the first rays of day broke through the thick trees did he allow himself to stop and catch his breath. By the gods, he was exhausted. His nude body was covered in thousands of small gashes and bruises from the trees that whacked him as he passed. His feet were aching from the twigs, stumps and rocks that tore up his weary soles. When the stimulation of running stopped, the muscles in his legs all tensed up, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, his legs no longer capable of supporting his weight.
He had to stop. Just for a few minutes, but he had to stop or his body would simply die and he would expire. He had put miles and miles between him and his mate, and he just needed to allow his body to rest and heal before he went any further. Truth be told, he wasn't even sure if he was heading for his father, or farther and farther away from the land he had once called home. All he knew was, he was putting distance between him and the vile rodents. That's all he really cared about at the moment.
He found a spot of thick, heavy grass, that when he lay down, he was almost completely covered. It would do for now, he hoped, and he folded his hands under his head and closed his eyes. He just needed a moment's rest, that was all, and then he could resume his mad dash back to his homeland. Just close his eyes for a minute... just a minute...
Only when he woke did he realize he had passed out. His first instinct was to push out of the underbrush and resume his run, but he suddenly thought better of it. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened to the whistling of the leaves as the winds blew through them, listened to birds chirp off in the distance, and listened as twigs were crushed beneath heavy steps. He froze at that last sound, holding his breath. He opened his eyes and eased his head up very slowly, swaying his gaze left to right, until he caught sight of a pair of tall, slender legs gracefully moving over the forest ground. A wormy, furless tail swayed side to side with every step. From his angle, Valentine could not see any more of the Burmecian's body, but he was sure it was Artemis by the red ribbon that was tied decoratively around her tail's lower half. Valentine remained still, watching as the legs approached, closer and closer, and then stopped about three feet from him, before she entered the thicker, taller grass. For a time, she stood there. Occasionally she squatted down and scratched an itch on her legs or foot, and then resumed standing, feet idly shifting side to side as she surveyed her surroundings.
She turned around, Valentine now viewing the back of her strong, powerful legs, and he hoped and prayed she had gotten bored of the hunt and was going to head back to her village. Instead, he watched as she squatted down, just as before. She spread her stance, toes digging into the soil, and from above, her buttocks came into his line of sight. He watched as her legs spread wider, causing her cheeks to pull apart and her tail to lift, exposing her crack to his peering eyes. Nestled between her two muscular glutes was her quivering anus, flexing on and off. She groaned gently, and from between her legs shot a stream of clear fluids. The warm liquid steamed in the cool morning air of the forest, quickly dissipating into nothing though leaving the scent of the Burmecian's waste, which made Valentine gag. He cupped his hand over his mouth, trying to hold his breath as much so she wouldn't hear, as he didn't want to smell the disgusting odor. The Burmecian groaned softly, and her pucker parted wide. Brown pushed out of the wrinkled flesh of her anus, a long stretch of her waste that coiled on the ground beneath her, inches away from Valentine's face.
Valentine gagged as the odor of her defecation hit him, and her large ears suddenly perked up. She clenched her body, pushing the weight she had been carrying in her bowels out and forming a large pile behind her. Clenching gently, she felt she was finally finished, and stood, sighing with pleasured relief. Without wasting more time, she turned and walked away, moving at a brisk pace.
For a long time, Valentine remained laying down, trying to ignore the awful smell that was mere inches away. He was afraid of Burmecian ears, and how acute they were. He was afraid of their sense of smell, as if shifting might release his scent from his pores and she would suddenly notice him. But when he could take the foul odor no more, he pushed himself off the ground and looked around. No sooner had he put his knee beneath him to rise than he felt a grip on his tunic yank him back. The strength of the lanky Burmecian was remarkable, so much so that she could throw him without any real problem, and he found himself tumbling over the ground, finally crashing into a tree.
Despite the pain that shot through his back, he stumbled to his feet, leaning on the tree for support. Artemis seemed amused at that, and approached.
Valentine knew how to fight, but had never been in a fight before. Just like running, he enjoyed learning about the art of armed and unarmed combat, he enjoyed wrestling and boxing with sparring partners, and learning to joust or fight with a sword. But he had never actually applied what he knew to a life or death situation. Fighting was for the barbarians, after all, why would a noble ever have to?
Still, he knew how to stand to keep his balance and he knew to keep his face and body protected with his arms. By contrast, Artemis didn't seem to know anything about fighting, because she simply walked forward with the same swagger and speed she did when she walked normally. Valentine decided it would be best to strike first, and with a battle cry, he ran forward with all his might. Artemis was over a head taller than him, so his best option would be to attack her legs, bring her down to the ground and pound her face into meat. He ducked low as he charged and attempted to tackle her legs, but Artemis simply lifted a knee into his face, and before Valentine was sure what was happening, he was on his back.
Artemis came to stand over Valentine, and casually placed one of her feet on his chest to keep him pinned. She frowned, assuming she had broken her mate, but he suddenly came back to life, kicking and squirming and screaming at her. She laughed, and applied just a little more pressure, then eased it up before she broke one of his ribs. He gasped and groaned, staring at her, and then looked to his side. Reaching as far as he could, his fingers brushed over a rock. He managed to wrap his fingers around the rock, and swung with all his might. He smashed the rock into Artemis' kneecap, earning a sudden hiss from the rodent, and freedom from her foot. Valentine got to his feet quickly, and prepared himself, brandishing his rock.
"You have some fight in you," Artemis said, her smile returning. "I could sense your spirit. It is why I was so adamant about taking you as my mate."
"I am not your mate!" Valentine screamed.
"You are. The ritual has been completed, and now we are bound in the eyes of the ancestors." Artemis took a step forward, and although Valentine would have liked to retreat, his back was against a tree. Instead he pushed forward, swinging his rock overhead, but he was caught by the wrist by the Burmecian. She twisted his wrist sharply, and the rock fell to the ground. Valentine was going to throw a punch with his free hand, but Artemis' hand was suddenly on the back of his head, and before he could fathom what awful thing she would do, she had pulled his head close and stuffed it between her two large breasts.
Given their difference in size, he was actually just the right height for his face to be buried between the two large mounds of flesh. The scent of her fur surrounded him, as did her stifling warmth. She offered a content sigh as he settled firmly between her boobs, and used her hand to gently stroke the back of his head. "There, see? It is not as bad as you assume it will be. And I am far from the monster you believe I am."
Valentine attempted to push himself away, but the grip on the back of his head held tight. He wiggled his head side to side, the soft breasts brushing against his cheeks, and she continued to stroke him, assuming this was some sort of game on his behalf. Her scent and warmth was all around him, and despite how disgusted he was of her, he could not deny that somehow, pressed between her two breasts, the scent of milk vaguely present, this was actually quite pleasing.
He was scooped up suddenly into her strong arms, held snug to her chest, one hand on the back of his head and aiming him towards the massive breast and the erect tit. "Your stamina is impressive. I began to doubt I was following you at all, how far you had traveled in such a short amount of time. Your tongue must be painfully parched though. Allow me to sate your thirst."
The erect tit of the Burmecian stared Valentine in the face. Her breasts were perky and shapely, and wafting out of the quivering nipple was a warm, milky smell. He unconsciously licked his lips as he stared, a trickle of cream oozing out of the nipple and wetting the surrounding fur. His tongue was indeed parched, and the scent of milk and warmth was so inviting, he couldn't resist leaning forward and giving the tit a very gentle lick. The milk on his tongue was absolutely delightful. It sated him in a way that simple water could not, but it also left him with a deeper hunger for more. Looking up at Artemis for assurance, he was greeted by her warm smile and a gentle nod. That was all the consent he required, and soon he leaned forward, and gently fixed his lips over her erect tit, closing his teeth on it to assure contact would not be broken.
Artemis laughed as the dull teeth clamped upon her breast. There was no way he could possibly hurt her, but his teeth offered a nice bit of pressure on her breast, as did the gentle suckles of his lips. She continued to stroke his head, assuring him he was doing good as he worked a steady stream of the delicious milk forth. The suckles of her mate felt absolutely amazing. Artemis felt the same relief wash over her as when she had defecated. Her breasts were full and heavy, and at last the weight was being removed, suckle by suckle. Valentine drank feverishly. It was as if he was frightened that the delicious drink would dry out before he had his fill. Artemis did not mind though, and when he had finished suckling and drinking down every drop that her breast held, she simply adjusted her hold on him and allowed him to suckle from the other.
When his thirst was sated, she eased his head back and allowed him to relax and revel in the bliss of a fully belly. He squirmed slightly, his pants feeling rather tight now, why he wasn't sure. Artemis set him down on the ground, and looked him over. She had not allowed him to wear anything over his slender chest, but he continued to wear a simple pair of pants that hide the pride she desired to see. She gave his pants a gentle tug, and ordered, "Take them off."
Valentine looked up at the looming rodent. She simply stared back, eyes unflinching. Without much thought he undid the tie that kept his pants tight around his slender hips, and allowed them to fall to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he revealed his nude body, and noticed that his erection was fully engorged, hanging heavy between his legs. A sense of shame crept into his heart, and he attempted to shield his groin with his hands, only to notice that Artemis' attention was not even on him. Instead she had selected a spot in the grass that was soft under her feet, and eased herself to her hands and knees. Her wormy tail, crowned with the red ribbon, lifted up and out of the way, and by spreading her legs farther apart, her massive buttocks pulled wide to reveal her quivering puckered anus, still caked with her filth, and the warm, fleshy lips of her nethers.
"Come," she said, looking over her side. "Please, it is your right as my mate."
Valentine hated the creature that was before him. His first thought was that he should run while she was on her knees; attempt to escape even though it was a fruitless hope. And yet, he could not deny how enticing the curve of her groin was to him, her fleshy lips already drooling with anticipation of what was to come. Her expression, usually cocksure and arrogant, was now weak and pleading. Her entire body was shaking in fact, and it suddenly became clear she was terrified he would run off without a word, leaving her alone and unstated in the middle of the woods.
Valentine approached slowly. Artemis stared at him, lips quivering, eyes half lidded, tail swaying side to side but never obscuring the impressive rump that was presented before him. His erection actually grew stiffer and harder as he stared, the tenseness of his penis causing it to jut straight forward, already aligned with the quivering, drooling lips of the Burmecian's nethers.
Now standing inches away from her, he reached down and took hold of her by the buttocks. He spent an idle moment squeezing and massaging the two rump cheeks. She was tall and strong, and her buttocks were remarkably firm. Even here, what should have been the one pocket of fat on her athletic shape, he could feel the muscles in her flanks tense under his fingers. Before his nervousness got the better of him and he turned tail and ran, he gently pushed his aching shaft up against her hungry lips, giving her a gentle poke.
Artemis let out a little giggle at the feel of her mate's warm manhood touch her. Giggles turned to a gentle growl as he poked her again, this time he weighed his hips forward. She spread her legs just a little wider, and felt just a little bit of his erection's head slip between her warm muscles. She sighed, and then felt her body clench upon the tantalizing bulk. Valentine almost shrieked a the feel of his erection so tightly clamped, but bit back his scream and instead attempted to push himself forward. He found he couldn't, however, with how tight her body was squeezing him. He reached down, holding her buttocks apart with his hands and using his thumbs to inch towards her slit. Rocking his hips back and forth, pushing against her on and off, he found her muscles slowly began to yield and relax. Valentine took the chance to thrust himself inside her, burying his shaft about a quarter of the way all at once.
Artemis hissed and snapped. Although compared to a proper Burmecian, her new mate was absolutely miniscule, he still felt delightful. Many Burmecian were too big in fact, and during the throes of passion, ended up tearing their partner up the middle. Valentine was a nice size: large enough to send waves of pleasure through her, but not large enough to hurt. That meant she only had the pleasure, and soft whines and moans escaped her as he began to rock his hips back and forth.
Artemis braced herself on one hand, and with her other, reached beneath her. She groped blindly for a moment, brushing against the upper reaches of her sex, then moving to her belly and giving her tight navel a squeeze. But it was her breasts she sought, and after finding the plump mound of flesh, she took firm hold of one. She gave her breast a soft squeeze, whining and shivering at both the pleasure of her mate taking her from behind and the cuddles she gave to her own boob. She waited, feeling as Valentine pulled himself back, and then humped forward suddenly. Artemis squeezed her breast as she felt him ram into her, and a spurt of white milk leaked out of her teat and into her hand. She waited, feeling as Valentine pulled out, and then rammed himself forward, and once more gave her breast a tight squeeze, feeling her teat squirt warm milk onto her palm.
Valentine could not believe the lust he was feeling. Artemis was so delightfully warm and large, his erection could slide in and out with little resistance, and yet the bliss that shot through him was absolutely stunning. He had fucked a few maidens in his day, on bored and lonely nights, but gods, none of them could compare to rat lady he was humping. His thrusts became less rhythmic, and more desperate. He whined and drove himself forward, harder and harder, his strong hips slamming against her buttocks and knocking her forward just a bit. She hissed as he humped into her, rammed into her, squeezing her breast feverishly and coating her hand in white milk.
She buried her face in the ground as she at last felt herself hit a sweet climax, and warm bliss rushed out from between her legs, soaking Valentine's hips. He thrust forward and felt himself hit a sweet high, a sudden shot of cream washing her madly clenching walls and mixing with her own love juice that was now squeezing out of her. Through the climax, he continued to hump feverishly, ramming himself again and again into her, knocking her over the ground. Whines and hisses escaped her as she took his love inside her, spurt after spurt, gradually filling her eager, empty womb.
At last he fell to his hands and knees, his erection slipping out of her open nethers. Her buttocks came to rest on his chest, the warmth of her puckered anus on his solar plexus. Despite the revulsion he had felt for this creature, he felt drawn to her shapely rump. Leaning down gently, without really thinking, he kissed her left flank softly. Artemis smiled, wiggling her hips cutely, before she got to her feet. She walked to him, and effortlessly lifted him into her arms, as she had before when she had suckled him like an infant. She kissed him softly on the lips, mimicking the human gesture of affection, and then rocked him gently in her arms. "That was heavenly," he managed to moan. She giggled, and holding him with one hand, gently rubbed at her tummy. His seed was nice and safe inside her womb now; she could feel its warmth resting within. Turning, she headed back the way she had come, her new, consenting mate firmly held in her strong arms.