Of Warlords and Pleasures: Damug Warfang
NOTICE! All chars used in this story are copyright Brian Jacques, and are used without permisson.
Damug Warfang strode at the head of his Rapscallion army. The drums beat out a sharp rhythm, the banners and standards of the Firstblade waving high above the troops. Spears and pikes bristled among the soldiers, along with bows, arrows, slings, and a variety of swords; rapiers, broadswords, scimitars, cutlasses, and sabers. Near the back of the assembled vermin, Lousewort poked his friend Sneezewort. "Where do ya think Lord Damug's takin' us to, matey?" Sneezewort shook his head. "Er, er, for a killing spree, I s'pose." From behind them came the voice of the big nasty weasel Hogspit. "Shaddup, both of youse, afore I come up there an' teach you a good lesson wid me spearpoint!" The two friends fell silent, marching along in arms with their comrades. Damug halted them about midday near a stream. The vermin sprawled out on the streambank, gratefully dipping sore, scratched footpaws in the water and honing their blades on pieces of shale. Damug pulled Lugworm into his tent for a talk. "What have my horde been saying about me, Lugworm?" The stoat gulped. "Er, um, nothin' much, Sire, just the whining and whinging of tired recruits." Damug whetted his curiously shaped blade on a tree trunk, then leveled its point at his adviser. "Lie to me, and I'll make your screams heard throughout the wood." Lugworm gulped nervously. "Firstblade, Borumm and Vendace! They.....they have decided to murder you while you sleep tonight!" Damug pulled the blade back, running it downwards along Lugworm's torso. "Really? Well, I already knew that! Perhaps you have something of equal interest to tell me, hmmm?" Lugworm shook his head. Damug's swordpoint was pressing against his stoathood uncomfortably. "N...no, Sire." Damug sighed, and pushed the point harder against Lugworm's soft organ. The stoat whimpered with pain, but dared not speak without the Firstblade's permission. The Greatrat flicked the blade up expertly, slitting his adviser's tunic down the middle. Lugworm held still as the strange sword flickered in a pattern of shining silver around him, then howled in agony and fell to the ground, clutching himself and writhing in the dust. Damug stood over the stoat, grinning and holding Lugworm's severed sac in his paw. "See, when my advisers lie to me, they suffer." The stoat looked up at the Warlord, tears in his eyes, then looked at his paw. Blood covered it, sticky and red. Lugworm opened his mouth to speak, then fainted clean away. When he came to, Lousewort's face was the first thing he saw. The stoat groaned in pain as Lousewort slapped mud and dockleaves onto the place where his jewels should have been, then, as Sneezewort smacked him round the face with a wet rag, he revived enough to drink the water that Lousewort held out to him. "Poor beast. Ole Damug really cut you up, Luggy." Lugworm lay back with a grimace. Sneezewort took the cup from him. "Aye, er, er, you ain't going t'have no off'pring wid that lot, me ole messmate." Suddenly, Hogspit's big shadow loomed over them. Without a word, the big nasty weasel yanked the injured Lugworm to his feet. Lousewort jumped up. "Hey, where do ya think yer goin' wid our matey?" Hogspit shoved Lousewort roughly, causing him to collide with Sneezewort. "Lord Damug's order, addlebrains. C'mon, you, stir yer stumps!" Lugworm limped away, prodded onwards by the spearpoint of the big nasty weasel. Lousewort and Sneezewort watched him go, and then sighed. Damug Warfang sat in a low bough, stroking the rump of a giggling female horderat. At the sight of Hogspit and Lugworm, Damug kissed the she-rat and then pushed her towards the big weasel. "She's yours, my officer. Use her well." Hogspit's mean face cracked a lewd smile, and he hurried off for the privacy of the forest with the laughing she-rat across his shoulder. Damug leveled the sword at the cringing stoat. "Get up, you butter-pawed oaf!" Lugworm rose painfully, breathing hard as the Warlord advanced, grinning wickedly at his adviser. Pressing the swordblade against Lugworm's throat, the Greatrat sneered at him. "Look at you. Lugworm, counselor to mighty ones. Ha!" He slid the point down until it rested upon Lugworm's severed stoathood. The adviser whimpered. "Please, mercy, Lord Damug!" Damug smirked. "I want to see you down on your knees begging, stoat. Nobeast crosses Damug Warfang!" Lugworm fell to his knees, blubbering unconsolably. "Mercy, mercy, Mighty One! Please, spare me!" Damug brought the flat of the swordblade down upon Lugworm's back. The stoat arched his body and screamed with pain as the glittering silver bladeflat whipped across his back again and again. The Warlord halted for a minute, watching his adviser pant and writhe in the dust as he moaned in agony. Damug felt a strange tingling in his loins as he stood there. The throbbing built in his hardening cock until it hurt. The Greatrat groaned quietly, slipping a paw down between his legs to squeeze himself tightly, then rasped out, "Turn around, Lugworm." The stoat did so, keeping himself in a kneeling position. He recoiled in shock as the tip of his nose almost touched Damug's huge, hard, dripping red cock. The Warlord grinned evilly. "Go on, Lugworm. Suck it." Lugworm did so, trying hard not to grimace as he took the thick rathood into his mouth, tasting Damug's bitter precum. Surely it would be better than being whipped to death. Damug panted as heat built in his member, stumbling backwards until he leaned against a great oak. Gripping his adviser's ears, he pulled on them and thrusted gently. Lugworm wrapped his arms around the back of his leader's thighs to keep his balance, starting to enjoy hearing Damug's pleasurable groans and gasps. He licked around the edge of the dripping red thing, eagerly lapping away the pre that oozed from its tip. He blew breath along its long length, then took it in his mouth again, rubbing his muzzle across Damug's ballsac. The Greatrat gritted his teeth at this new pleasure, then exhaled. "Gaaaaaahhhhhh!" He could stand no more of the warm friction on his cock, and cummed into Lugworm's mouth with a snarl. The stoat swallowed and licked down the rancid spooge, then sucked the Warlord dry and lay his head against Damug's thigh, panting at the strain with which his own cock strove to rise. Warfang pushed him away and sat down hard, unable to resist taking his shaft in his paw and stroking it firmly. Lugworm sat nearby, wondering if the Greatrat was done with him, his eyes riveted on the huge cock. Damug wiped sweat from his brow, then grabbed the front of the stoat's tunic, leveling the sword at his throat. "Get down on your knees and face away from me, into those trees over there. Ask any questions, and I'll flay you alive. Get moving!" Lugworm complied immediately and swiftly, knowing his life depended on it, kneeling in front of the Warlord so that his rump was presented to the rat. Damug dropped his sword beside him, shed his tunic and chain mail easily, and gripped his cock in both paws to regain control of himself before he came at the sight of Lugworm's tight opening. Tearing the ragged, newly-mended tunic away from the stoat's body, Damug wiped the precum away from the tip of his cock, grasped Lugworm's thighs and entered him with a grunt. Lugworm stifled a yell as the immense rathood plunged into his dry ass without lubrication, his claws working the grass furiously. Damug pulled out with a moan, and sank in again, snarling as his member slid dryly into the stoat's tight asshole. He groaned as two inches of his gigantic shaft were gripped and drawn in slowly by Lugworm's taut love tunnel, then thrust again, this time harder. Lugworm whimpered in pain as the Greatrat lunged inward, piercing through his adviser's anal muscles cruelly. Blood smeared his large red cock, but still Damug thrust and plunged, Lugworm's whimpers and squeals of pain adding to his lust. Soon, Lugworm could feel his body becoming weaker, and slumped to the ground on his elbows, trying very hard not to retch as Damug impaled him upon his thick rathood. The Warlord slid in and out of the stoat's ass, tightly at first, then, as blood wetted his immense hotness and the tense dry walls of Lugworm's asshole, began to thrust faster with ease. His claws bit into his adviser's thighs, causing blood to trickle down the outside of Lugworm's legs, but Damug only moaned and rammed his dick in harder. Lugworm gasped for breath as waves of pain swept over his entire body, and thick cock inside of him sank deeper. Warfang slammed his hips against Lugworm's butt, yanking the stoat into each of his thrusts as he gripped his adviser's thighs. Lugworm could feel the Greatrat's huge balls slapping against thin air at the place where his own should have been, and whimpered with embarrassment. He was not even a male! With a roar, Damug came, shooting a flood of gushing, hot, sticky cream flowing deep down into Lugworm's brutally opened tunnel, then collapsed on top of the stoat's sweaty back, panting with the strain of his release, his entire cock buried inside his adviser. Lugworm now let the cries out, and sobbed uncontrollably, groaning with agony as Damug ripped himself free of the stoat's tight ass and stood up. "Get up on your paws, stoat." Lugworm rose, a mixture of blood and sticky spooge coating his ass cheeks and the back of his legs. Damug Warfang sneered, then tossed the torn tunic at Lugworm. "Clean yourself up with that, my trusted adviser." Lugworm caught the article of clothing, wondering if he would ever be able to sit down or bend over again without falling unconscious at the pain. Damug picked up his strangely shaped sword and pointed it at Lugworm's chest. "Tell nobeast of this, stoat, or I will let the badger, Cregga Rose Eyes, have you. I'm sure she's just waiting for an unsuspecting vermin to vent herself on. Go now." With a low cry of pain, Lugworm limped away. Damug sprawled out in his tree bough, watching as the female horderat ran toward him. Taking her in his arms, Damug motioned Hogspit away, then flicked a tongue out at her breasts. "Now, where were we?"
In the mountain of Salamandastron, Lady Cregga Rose Eyes sat looking out over the sea from the window of her forge room. The Badger Lady sighed with boredom. Her Long Patrol was out, and she had nothing to do but wait for the officers to return. Cregga drummed her paws on the wide sill, then rose and went to the door. There were no hares in sight, but she knew that if she called, four or five of them would come running. The powerful female badger shut the door and went back to her seat beside the window. Cregga was beginning to drift off to sleep, when suddenly, somebeast knocked long and loud at the door. "Lady Cregga, marm, there's a bally huge Badger Lord at the gates, and he wants to flippin' well see you!" Cregga threw wide the door, massive axepike in paw. "Why?" she rumbled dangerously. "Did he say why he was here? Any badger knows that only one Lord or Lady can rule the mountain, and for the present, I am that ruler!" She followed her sergeant down the long, rockhewn steps, and swung open the gates. Twoscore hares, armed with sling and javelin, stood waiting upon her order as the huge male badger was ushered inside. Cregga was taken aback by his size and ferocious appearance, as much as by the enormous battlesword he carried. The visitor was handsome and very strong, with wide black facestripes, huge paws, and clad in a short green tunic that was belted with a broad tan belt. His eyes gleamed with his cool appraisal of Cregga; he was inwardly stunned by her grace and beauty. By all badger standards, Lady Rose Eyes was not one bit fat, simply muscular and powerful, young, and very beautiful. The stranger gazed at the full, feminine curves that her rough, rosecolored tunic could not hide, the paler facestripes, the seductive, dark eyes, fringed with long black lashes, and the tempting swell of large breasts beneath the tunic. The officer that had roused Cregga now stepped between them and faced the male badger. "State your business here now, sah." The newcomer gazed down at the hare, then lowered his huge blade and faced Cregga. "I am Lord Bladestripe of Brockhall. You must be Lady Cregga Rose Eyes, the Wild-eyed Warrior Queen." Cregga dipped her head slightly. "That I am. But, you must understand, your image has not yet been engraved in the stones of Salamandastron. I have no need of you; I am in my prime. You cannot call yourself Lord here, Bladestripe." The handsome badger nodded. "I understand, Lady Cregga, but, you may be in need of me soon." Cregga raised her soft dark eyes to Bladestripe's own firm brown ones. "Perhaps someday. Will you come inside the mountain?" Bladestripe nodded. "Yes, my Lady." The twoscore hares trooped inside behind them and were dimissed by their officers to get a meal together for Cregga and Bladestripe.
Dark tendrils of smoke wreathed around Cregga's bedchamber, giving off exotic scents of unknown incenses. Cregga lifted a huge volume onto her bed and opened it before Bladestripe. Turning the dusty old pages, she read of every Badger Lord and Lady who had ruled Salamandastron before, Ceteruler the Just, Spearlady Gorse, Bluestripe the Wild, Lord Brocktree, Lord Rawnblade, Sunflash the Mace, Lord Urthstripe, his brother Lord Urthwyte, and many, many more. Cregga put aside the huge book and yawned. Bladestripe watched, a hint of amusement in his eyes. The young Badger Lady returned the volume to its carved shelf and turned to Bladestripe. "Why have you come, sir?" The massive male badger rose. "Do you really wish to know, Lady Cregga?" Cregga nodded, gazing into Bladestripe's deep brown eyes. "Why woudn't I, Bladestripe?" The strong badger crossed a paw across his eyes. "Because you would throw me from the mountain, Lady Rose Eyes." Cregga stifled a laugh. She crossed the room to his side and took his rough, battlescarred paws. "Of course I wouldn't. Now, tell me." Bladestripe pulled the young badgermaid close, forgetting that she was a ruler, and brought his mouth down upon hers. Cregga's muscular body stiffened in his firm grasp, but his warm lips seemed to drain her, and she pressed her mouth to his, then pulled away. Bladestripe was shuddering. He let her go and stepped back. "Forgive me.....Creg......Lady Cregga. Forgive me. I....I was not thinking." Cregga stared at him, seeing the sadness in his brown eyes and the tensing of corded muscle beneath his green tunic. The firelight flickered across his handsome face, illuminating Bladestripe and the bed behind him. As the two badgers stared at each other, a strong breeze came through the wind and rustled Cregga's tunic. She turned to shut the window, and felt Bladestripe's strong paws on the sides of her waist. Cregga fastened the window shut and leaned back into his embrace. Bladestripe nuzzled her neck and blew warm breath across her ear, sending a thrill of anticipation through Cregga as he spoke. "I came here for you, my Lady, you." The young female badger closed her eyes and turned to face him, feeling his warm lips brush hers again and his powerful arms encircle her slender body. She opened her mouth as he applied gentle pressure upon her lips with his tongue, and met it with her own. Bladestripe ran his paws lightly up her body and found the thin cords that held the front of her tunic closed. Moving his mouth down to nuzzle and kiss her neck, the handsome male badger loosed them slowly. Cregga moaned slightly as Bladestripe ran his lips down to the tops of her breasts, then he dipped lower and took Cregga's left nipple in his mouth. The young female badger gasped at the fiery shock it sent through her, and shuddered. Bladestripe suckled and rolled the left nipple in his mouth, while he massaged and fondled the right with a knowing paw. Cregga felt streaks of fire shooting through her; she had never been touched or caressed in such a way before. Bladestripe placed his rough fingers around the left nipple and took Cregga's right in his mouth, tonguing it and rubbing her left. Cregga gasped with pleasure and leaned back against the cold stone wall as Bladestripe explored her ample cleavage, her flat, muscled stomach, and her swelling mound of velvety-soft fur, all the while slowly slipping the rosecolored tunic down off of her shoulders and exposing her large, full breasts to the warm, incense-laden air of the bedroom. The young Badger Lady moaned as Bladestripe buried his face in her mound, reaching his paws back to caress and cup her shapely rump, then slipped an inch lower and found the top of her wetness with his tongue. Cregga cried out at the sudden flash of pleasure that arced through her, and gripped his ears tightly as he held her rump and probed her moistened opening with an experienced mouth and long, warm tongue. Bladestripe groaned as his huge malehood throbbed and strained against the holdings of a tunic. He had never wanted a female so much as he did now! The handsome male badger sucked and licked at Cregga's fresh sweet salt, enjoying her tangyness and small cries of pleasure. On impulse, Bladestripe reached down a paw and found her pulsing clit. Cregga cried out and arched her hips against his mouth as he fondled and tongued her expertly. The streaks of fire were now becoming waves of intense heat. They washed over Cregga, each bringing her to a higher peak than the last, until she shrieked with release, thrusting her hips like a snake toward Bladestripe's tormenting mouth. The handsome male badger rose from where he knelt between her slim softly furred thighs, and kissed Cregga fiercely. She clung to him, tasting herself on his lips, feeling his tongue explore her mouth, his paws on her body, the maddening pleasure of her bare nipples brushing his rough tunic, and the hard, huge, hot bulge between her legs. Bladestripe hoisted her into his arms, his mouth still pressed to hers, and bore her to the bed, marvelling at her light weight next to his huge, yet trimly muscled frame. Cregga lay back against the cool, rich cushions of her bed, bare and her body throbbing with desire, her arms about Bladestripe's neck. Cregga unfastened the wide tan belt, let it drop onto the floor, and helped Bladestripe to remove the short green tunic. His taut malehood stretched the front of his loincloth as it strained to be released, and, as the handsome, powerful male badger stripped the breechclout away, Cregga caught her breath at his tremendous size and thickness. Bladestripe saw the fear in her eyes, and kissed her gently, rumbling. "Do not fear me, Cregga. This is your first time, isn't it?" The young Badger Lady nodded, her dark eyes fixed on the long, black, rockhard shaft. Bladestripe knelt between her slightly spread thighs, then leaned over and pressed his mouth to hers. Cregga responded, kissing him fiercely. She stiffened as Bladestripe placed his knee between her legs, her muscles tensing in fearful response. Bladestripe backed off and smiled. He had often seen that look of fear upon the faces of virginal maids after they had seen his organ. Opening the pack he had dropped while pleasuring Cregga against the wall, Bladestripe pulled a flask and two chalices from it. Cregga watched him curiously. Bladestripe poured dark liquid into both of the goblets from the flask, and offered one to the young badgermaid. "This is very strong old elderberry wine, so go easy. Just a few sips." Cregga nodded and sipped daintily from the chalice. Her head began to feel light and her body airy, like a feather drifting on the wind. Bladestripe put aside his wine and kissed Cregga again, feeling her slender body loosen its taut muscles as the wine began to work. Placing his knee between her thighs again, the handsome, powerful male badger parted them and caressed her furred skin. Cregga moaned in response to his light touch as Bladestripe's paws fondled and stroked the inside of her thighs, his thumbs brushing her wetness lightly. The powerfully muscled badger placed the tip of his hot maleness at the entrance to her throbbing opening, testing whether or not she could accomodate him comfortably. There was bound to be tightness, for the young Badger Lady was, after all, a virgin, but Bladestripe could make her at ease before he penetrated. Cregga writhed and moaned quietly upon the velvet cushions and silk bedsheets as the handsome male badger found her wet depths with his warm tongue. He ran it across her pulsing folds, causing Cregga to shudder; then, as she opened herself to him, Bladestripe pulled up and entered her tense virginity with a firm thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure as his smooth, huge, long rod pierced her thin barrier and sank deeper into her pink well. Bladestripe pulled out a little ways, found her throbbing clit with a paw, and stroked it vigorously as he thrust back inside. Cregga moaned, arching her hips into his and wrapping her legs about the large badger's hard, muscular waist to draw him deeper inside of her. Bladestripe groaned and thrust faster, sweat beading on his bare body. The two moved as one, thrusting, arching, Cregga crying his name, Bladestripe murmuring hers. The waves of heat washed over them, and they gave a great cry as the release came. Bladestripe shot his load of hot seed deep into her womb, then collapsed upon her sweaty breasts, still buried within her. Cregga panted, then moaned as he pulled out. Bladestripe kissed her softly and tenderly, then lay down beside her and draped a muscled arm across her waist. Cregga snuggled up next to him and the two fell asleep that way, the gentle beams of moonlight streaming in over them and the aroma of musk and incense in their nostrils.
Damug Warfang had found a new lover; a fox named Clawface. He rode the fox without mercy, savouring Clawface's moans of pained pleasure as he thrust and lunged. Damug roared as he came and fired his flood of hot, sticky spooge deep into the fox's hot insides, then thrust a few more times and pulled out. Clawface panted heavily as Damug patted his sore rear. "You did well, Clawface. You've been promoted to the rank of Rapscour, but don't let any of this get out, or I'll have to do to you what I did to Lugworm." Clawface nodded. "Yes, Sire." Damug sat down in the grass and stroked himself. "Now go, fox." The newly promoted Rapscour limped off, wincing in pain from his sore rump. Damug jerked off furiously, until the grass was coated with a fresh layer of sticky white cum. Leaning back against a tree, he fell asleep, his huge, thick, softening, dripping red cock exposed to the world as he held it in his paw. Ahh, the life of a Warlord. What pleasure.
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