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Part 1

Hugar wiped the sweat from his brow as he tried to catch his breath.  Leaning on the piece of wall that had just saved his life by taking a blow aimed for his head, he surveyed the battlefield.

He could see a few corpses: some of the fighters he’d led into battle.  He was saddened by each unmoving form but was proud of the number of monster bodies around them.  They had not sold their lives cheaply.  

A few of the surviving fighters patted his shoulder as they passed him on their way back into the town.  He nodded at the gesture of support and spoke a few comforting words back to them.  

Takgore sniffed the ground around Hugar’s legs and grunted quietly at the soldiers that passed him.  The battle beast was as tired as its master but, now that the battle was done, its priority was to find something to either eat or fuck.

As the seasoned warrior was about to turn to go back to town, he heard footsteps behind him.  Even amidst all this carnage, he managed to smile as he recognised her sound.  The fact that Takgore perked up and grunted in happiness sealed the deal.

A heavy hit on his back and a hearty “You’re not dead!” made the smile turn into a laugh.  

“Glad to see you didn’t get your fool head taken off either, Julie,” he replied as he turned to the woman who was now baby-talking at his war boar.  “How was it on your side?”

“We did really good!  Yes, we did.  Yes, we did!” Juliana answered, kneeling and speaking towards the happily grunting beast.  “We aced it.  No casualties,” she finished, finally focusing on the man and adopting a more sane tone.

Hugar let out a sigh of relief.  The woman was a marvel.  She could take the shittiest scrub and make him fight like a trained fighter in ten minutes.  “You’re by far the best thing to come from the capital,” he praised the still-crouched woman, patting her head and running his fingers in her long brown hair.

The gesture should have been insulting, especially since it was a barbarian mussing up a knight’s hair, but Julianna just blushed and smiled up at the large man.  “Thanks,” she mumbled shyly at the praise.

The two looked at each other for a few moments, the knight on her knees with his hand on her head.  Not for the first time, Hugar thought about fucking the beautiful noble within an inch of her life but he held back.  He knew that sticking your dick into nobility would bring nothing but trouble, for both of them.

“You guys seem like you had some problems,” she remarked, breaking the moment, as she got up and the two started to walk back into town.  

“Yeah, it was my fault.  I’m running out of fighters who know what they are doing and I don’t have your talent for inspiring the scrubs to fight right,” the scarred man grumbled.

“It would be a start if you stopped calling them scrubs,” Julianna replied with a laugh. 

Her laughter was truly infectious.  Hugar, and even a few people around as they entered Drakdor’s streets, joined in just from the force of her charisma.  

Looking around, he saw a shadow of what his hometown used to be.  People still seemed in pretty good cheer, they were hardy men and women, but he could see the strain in every face he passed.  

He could also see the numerous houses either in disrepair from the constant fighting or abandoned, their owners either dead or having managed to move out of town.

“I should talk to the princess.  Someone has to make her understand that we can’t hold on with all those mines opened.  Why is it so hard for her to understand that each mining operation draws in more monsters.  If she closed one or two…  Or pulled in more troops…  Or, well, did anything,” the man tapered off, frustrated.

“You really shouldn’t,” Julianna warned, her hazel eyes losing their good cheer.  “She won’t listen and she’ll probably get mad that someone like you would dare to tell her what to do.”

With a weary nod, Hugar agreed with the knight’s analysis.  “Yeah, you’re right.  She’s probably got something up her sleeve.  It’s impossible that she can’t see how bad this situation is,” he said, although his voice didn’t hold much hope.

Part 2

As he killed the last monstrosity that had been slaughtering fleeing civilians, Hugar roared in raw anger.  “They passed the fucking walls on my watch!” he shouted, trying and failing to alleviate some frustration.

He stared at the destroyed buildings and the torn apart bodies that littered the street.  His vision was turning red as righteous fury filled him.  He turned and started walking.  

Targore kept pace with him, grunting agitatedly.  The war boar was confused.  It couldn’t detect any more monsters but its master was obviously walking into another battle.  

The citizens who approached the fuming man for news of their safety took a step back when they saw the aura of violence enveloping him.  The fear he saw on their faces was almost enough to snap him out of his trance but, sadly, it was not quite enough.

Making his way to the obnoxiously large and well defended mansion that had been built for the princess, he took the steps two at a time.  Only when the two gigantic knights at the gate reached for their swords did he realize what he looked like to them.

He was covered in blood and monster viscera.  He was still clutching his gore-covered axe.  And Takgore, beside him, was grumbling threateningly as it tried to figure out who it was that they were fighting.

The barbarian took a deep breath as he put his weapon away.  As he saw the two knights relax with him, Hugar wondered if he should just go home, take a bath and get a good night’s sleep.

Turning to look back at his town, he saw the destruction and the fires that still raged from all the chaos.  He saw parts of the walls that had stood for so long crumbled to the ground.  He saw citizens gathered at the edge of the property, wanting to come here for safety but knowing they would find none.

He knew it was a bad idea but he had to try.

Marching to the two gargantuan sentinels, Hugar reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge.  “I need to speak to the princess,” he declared.

The badge was the voice of the people.  When the princess had rolled into town and taken over, the old governor had been given this badge to be allowed to talk to her about the people’s needs as she didn’t want to see any of them in her home or on her lawn.

The old man had died not too long after from a fall.  The badge passed to the mine foreman but he also died, eaten by a monster.  It then passed to two more citizens.  One more died by monster and the other skipped town.

It was now Hugar’s responsibility.  

One guard stayed at his post, keeping an eye on Takgore, while the other escorted the barbarian to the throne room, which was empty.  Hugar heard the knight sigh in his armor before the man’s booming voice told him to stay here while he went looking for the princess.

And wait he did.  After an hour of standing around, the barbarian really wished he had taken a bath before coming here.  The various fluids were drying on him and it was getting itchy.  

His fine hearing finally picked up two feminine voices coming toward him.  

“Why do I have to go?” the whining voice asked.  “You could have just went and told him to go away,” the complaining continued.

“I’m sorry, Harmony, but that is the promise we made with that badge.  I apologize for even suggesting this whole badge idea.  I thought it would help you rule easier if Drakdor’s previous leader could tell us more information about the people,” the other voice responded, trying to appease the first.

Hugar’s mood, which was already not stellar, soured even more.  

He did manage to bow when the princess, resplendent in her fine white dress that covered every inch on her skin, yet let everyone feast their eyes on her mouthwatering curves, walked in.  Even her face was covered by a gossamer veil.  The only part of her body that was actually visible was her long silky blond hair.

Following in her wake was her almost equally well dressed attendant.  The first thing Hugar noticed was the woman’s razor sharp green gaze.  He could see two things in the emerald slits:  intelligence and disdain for him.

The secretary was the first to speak after the princess sat down on her throne.  “Hugar?”  She asked as she adjusted her glasses, looking down at the clipboard in her hands.  

“That’s my name,” the man rumbled.  The warrior was feeling very ill at ease in the posh setting.  

“This is the first time we talk with you and this is the appearance you bring to us?” the attendant scoffed, running her hand in her short black hair as if she was flicking it at him.  

The man detected a similar scoff coming from the princess.  He knew that the woman’s comment was meant to embarrass him but it did quite the contrary.  Instead, it reminded him of what was on the line with this talk.

“It is.  I chose to not bathe after battle so that you would have a small example of what it’s like out there,” he lied.  He had realized that in all his anger and the uncomfortable setting, he had not thought of what he was going to say exactly.  ‘Dammit!  I can’t afford to be that dumb!’ he mentally chastised himself.

The secretary opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off.  “We are dying out there.  Drakdor is dying.  There’s almost no fighters left and I’m having to do with a bunch of untrained scrubs.  There are so many monsters that the walls are starting to fail.  They got into town earlier today.”

“You either have to close a few mines or get us some troops from the capital.  I would recommend closing 3 mines so that we can have some breathing room to fix the walls and rebuild some essential buildings.  I would also stop funding the theater and the bathhouse as they are money-sinks in these hard times.”

Hugar mentally reviewed the situation to make sure he was not forgetting something.  He had other things he wanted changed if they wanted a better life but he didn’t want to overwhelm the princesse with his demands.  ‘Just these basic things will do for now,’ he wisely restrained himself.

“How dare you!” the woman on the throne exploded.  “You dare come into my home and think to command me to do things?!  Just because you’re too incompetant to do your own job?!” she screeched.

Hugar was shocked.  The woman didn’t stop there.  She was now not only insulting him but the town itself and even his ancestors.  He noticed that the princess’ secretary was trying to calm her down but she didn’t have any luck.

“Shut up, Elizabeth,” the blonde eventually turned on her own attendant.  “You always try to stop me from dispensing justice on these barbarians.  Are they your kin or am I?”

The ultimatum worked wonders.  The black haired woman’s spine curved, her eyes dropped to the floor and she mumbled an apology to her liege.

The princess gave a decisive nod at her secretary, happy that she had heeled.  Turning back to the disgusting and stinky man, her tone dropped down into dangerous territory.  

“You came into my throne room smelling like a sewer.  You dared tell me what to do.  And you admitted that you’re not good enough to do your job.  I hereby dismiss you from your position and exile you from my town.  Get out of my sight.  GUARDS!  Take him away!”

Hugar’s mouth was working but words were not coming out.  His mind was blank.  He knew that talking to a princess would be hard but he had not anticipated that she would be that stupid and aimlessly vindictive.

When a big armored hand fell on his shoulder, his first instinct was to fight but he managed to hold himself off.  The two knights were more than a match for him and even if he beat them, what then?

As he was led out, he heard the spiteful woman laugh from her throne, making a joke about finally taking some trash out.

---  Two months later ---

Hugar yawned as he jacked off in his little cabin.  He was bored.  The first week after being thrown out of town had been hectic.  He had had to find a place to build a house, a source of water and a good hunting space.

The anger that had suffused him had made everything harder but he had secured all he needed to have a good little life in short order.  Even the monsters weren’t much of a problem now that he was away from the mined crystals.  He had to fight one or two small ones but he could handle that.

The thing that was slowly killing him now was boredom and the fact that there were no women to have fun with.  “Maybe I should go to another town?  I could probably find a job pretty easily,” he mused as he ran his hand up and down his shaft.

When he heard Takgore get up and grunt outside, he first thought that it was because he had spoken out loud.  But a second later, he heard what the beast had detected:  footsteps.

Shoving his hard-on back into his pants with some difficulty, he grabbed his axe and made his way out.  ‘It’s probably just a hunter again but you never know,’ he reassured himself as he scanned the surroundings.

As he listened intently, a smile split his face.  He knew those footsteps.  “I’m over here, Julie,” he declared, letting his grip loosen on his weapon but not putting it away just yet.

“I finally found you!” the knight exclaimed as she brute-forced her way through the brambles. 

The man had to admit that she looked even cuter than usual with twigs in her hair and scratches on her face.  ‘That or I would fuck a gutter whore at this point,’ he thought with a laugh.  He then realized that this was the first time he actually laughed since his banishment.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Julianna huffed indignantly.  The big smile on her face removed a lot of the gravitas from her command, however.  “This is not my kind of terrain.”

The two looked at each other for a moment.  That is, until Takgore rushed forward and bowled the poor woman over with his affection.  

The knight laughed and baby-talked the war beast like it was a kitten before her eyes went back to its master.  

Hugar noticed that her gaze stopped for a moment on the straining crotch of his pants before finishing their travel up to his face.

“I’m here to take you back to town,” she declared, still on her knees and petting the boar.

“What?” the man intelligently replied, completely taken by surprise.

“It’s bad, Hugar.  Drakdor is going to fall.  It probably has one or two weeks left if nothing is done,” she explained, getting back to her feet to help express the importance of the situation.

A number of emotions passed on the barbarian’s face.  He remained silent for a long moment before mumbling, “That’s not my problem.”

*WHAM*

In the blink of an eye, the knight had lunged forward and socked him right in the jaw.  “Don’t you dare run away right now.  We need you!  We...” she would have continued to berate the big man but the mischievous and threatening light in the barbarian’s eyes stopped her cold.

“Wait, wait!  Kyaaaa!” she shrieked with laughter when he tackled her off her feet.  The two rolled around on the ground, fighting like children.  Takgore ran around the two, grunting with glee at the battle, wishing he could join.

The tussle ended with Hugar on top with Julianna’s face in the dirt.  He was straddling her well muscled ass and had both her arms secured behind her back with one of his giant hands.

The man groaned, his dick starting to harden again as it was sandwiched by the girl’s leather clad butt.  He could feel blood pump in his veins again after feeling dead for months.  Looking down at the squirming female under him, his desire to conquer rose up.

Julianna’s eyes grew big in surprise as the man on top of her grabbed her pants with his free hand and started lowering them.  She had felt his rock hard cock between her asscheeks, a feeling that had made her blush as it had been the start of most of her fantasies.  

‘Oh god!  I’m going to get raped by a big stinky barbarian!’ she mentally exclaimed, both scared and aroused.  She squealed and struggled but didn’t object verbally as she felt her pants pass her ass, revealing her hidden treasures to the man astride her.  

Hugar’s laugh rumbled as the girl under him tried to shoo Takgore away.  The war boar was staring at the two.  Understanding that its master was claiming this female, the large beast ambled to the edge of the clearing where it could still see without being in the way.  

Her skin felt so warm and comfortable on his dick.  He rubbed the organ on her well muscled ass for a few moments, enjoying its velvety embrace before aiming lower for the wet little slit he could see peeking out from between her legs.

“Hugar…  HUGAR!” Julianna exclaimed as she felt his dick at the entrance of her pussy.  “Wait!  Wait, please,” she begged.

It was the hardest thing he ever had to do but the big man stopped his movement.  He could feel the wet hole kiss the tip of his member, promising endless pleasure.  “What?” the man panted, moving forward a few centimeters, making both participants groan.

“Please say that you’re going to come back to town and fix everything.  If you promise, you can have my virginity,” the knight offered, blushing hard.

The mention of the fact that he would be the one to take the woman’s purity away almost made him lunge forward right away but he managed to hold off.  “Oh?  You’re selling your pussy now?  Are you a whore or a knight?” he asked, moving in a little bit more before retreating.

The taunt made the girl’s blushing redouble.  She could feel something inside of her loins beat like a second heart at the thought of being a whore.  Just selling her charms to whoever had a few spare coins.  ‘No!  Focus!’ she chastised herself.

“Please Hugar.  I know you’re a good man.  They need a leader that’s from their town.  I can’t help them since the princess will just ship me back to the capital if I so much as say one wrong word,” Julianna begged once more, moaning as she felt him stretch her slit a tiny bit before moving away, fucking her with the tip of his dick.

The barbarian looked back at his shack.  He had felt like a shadow of himself for far too long.  He could have easily gone to another settlement but he knew that he only belonged to one town.  Glancing down at the brave woman who had come all the way out here to get him back, he smiled.

Julianna screamed in pleasure and surprise as the man entered her.  She wanted to ask if this meant that he had accepted her offer but the only sounds coming out of her right now were happy chirps as she felt her virgin cunt being claimed by a big bad barbarian dick.  

The whole thing should have been highly unpleasant for the knight.  On every thrust, her face was ground into the dirt, the man partially leaning on the hand that was keeping her arms bound to her back, making it difficult to breathe and a big boar was staring at her as if it was waiting its turn.

Julianna couldn't have thought of a better way to pop her cherry.  It was the culmination of all the nights she had rubbed her bean while imagining big unwashed men beating her in combat and claiming her body as their trophy.

Hugar was also mute for quite a while as he enjoyed the woman’s slit.  Her cunt was squeezing him in all the right ways as he rammed in and out.  

After a few minutes, he finally broke the silence.  “Seems like you lost your bargaining chip,” he said, fucking the previously unspoiled hole with long strokes.

The words saddened the knight even as it made her arousal soar.  She had lost her virginity and gained nothing from it.  She had failed to help the town that she had been assigned to.  

“Your cunt is pretty good, though,” he praised as he kept fucking the mewling woman.  “I would be willing to go back if I can get access to it whenever I feel like it,” he proposed with a grin that turned into a grunt of pleasure when the knight’s tunnel clamped down on his cock.

“You mean it?!” Julianna exclaimed, trying to look behind her, her eyes full of hope.

“I mean it,” he reassured her, picking up the pace as he enjoyed his new fuckhole.

“Thank you!  Thank you, thank you,” she kept babbling as the large dick plundered her insides over and over.  “My holes are yours to enjoy whenever and wherever you want,” she lewdly vowed.  The man’s actions, her words and her successful mission all combined together to make her orgasm hit her harder than her fingers had ever managed.

Hugar groaned as the knight’s gash vibrated with her pleasure.  That was his limit.  He grabbed her neck with his free hand to fully pin her down while he shot his load directly into her womb, claiming another one of her first times as he cream-pied her.

After a long moment of enjoying the remnants of their orgasms, the two got back on their feet.  Julianna blushed once again when cum poured out of her cunt, dribbling down her legs.  She felt like such a whore.  A feeling that made her grin as the big man went and packed the few belongings that he had.

A few minutes later, the three of them were on their way back to Drakdor to try once again to save the town.

Part 3

It was even worse than he feared.  Juliana had not been exaggerating: the town would last a few weeks at best if nothing was done.  As he ascended the princess’ steps, he could see all the mines in the distance still fully operational, as if nothing was happening.

He wished that Julie could have stayed at his side to face this battle but he understood that the knight’s myriad strict rules forbade her from talking back to the princess at all.  Even with all the danger surrounding him now, thinking of the knight brought a little grin on his face as he remembered her tight slit.

‘If I die here, at least I fucked a quality woman right before,’ he mused as he got to the top of the staircase.  He was prepared to fight the two big knights defending the door if he had to but was surprised to see that they were not at their posts.  

He looked around for a moment and spotted a few monster corpses and some blood. He wondered what to do before shrugging and just walking in.  Still remembering the way to the throne room, he decided to try that first.

For a big man, he could move surprisingly silently if he wanted to and when he heard sobbing, he began stepping softly.  Peeking into the large room he spied the princess, still wrapped in body-fitting silk, crying into her veil while her assistant cooed platitudes at her.

“Why!  Why is everyone so useless!” the town’s ruler wailed.  “I’m going to fail again because of their incompetence.  I can’t fail again!” she screamed, slamming her fist on the chair’s armrest.

“I know, I know,” Elizabeth agreed robotically.  “Harmony…  It might be time to think about leaving this town.  Our royal knights were injured in the fighting.  The monsters got all the way to our doors.  It’s time to go...” the secretary tentatively put forward, bracing herself.

And it’s a good thing she did because the reaction was immediate.  “NO!  Nononononono!” the princess shouted.  “I can’t go back with my tail between my legs again.  Not again.  I can’t let her look down on me with those smug eyes again!” the woman screamed before dissolving into sobs once again.

Having heard enough, Hugar walked in the room, startling the two women.

Harmony immediately screamed “Guards!” before remembering that there were none of those presently available.  

Elizabeth bravely put her body between the intruder and her princess.  She pulled a slim knife out of nowhere before shouting;  “What do you want!  You were not invited into this house!”

Hugar looked at the dark-haired woman with her flashing green eyes, reluctantly feeling some respect for her courage, but they needed to realize their position right now.  “Are you sure you want to bring weapons into this?” he asked, pulling out his axe.

Elizabeth took a step back at the sight of the well used blade.  Fear flickered on her face but she did not flee.  She did do the smart thing, though, and re-sheathed her knife.  “I ask again.  What do you want, Hugar.”

The barbarian was amazed that she still remembered his name from two months ago.  “I’m back to try to get you guys out of the hole you dug,” he replied as he also put away his weapon.  “Are you finally ready to listen after all this needless death?”

Harmony got up from her throne and tried to appear as regal as she could.  “What do you mean, brute?”

Hugar sighed.  “First of all, sit down and never insult me again or you won’t like it.”

Silence descended on the room for a moment.  Both the barbarian and the secretary waited to see what Harmony would reply to his statement.

After almost a full minute, the princess sat back down, remaining silent.

‘Good, she does have a brain,’ the big man thought, glad that she wasn’t completely retarded.  “Step down from rulership and give the power to me.  I know you don’t want to go home for some reason so you can stay around here but you can’t stay in power.”

“No,” the princess replied.  “I have to stay in power.  That’s not negotiable.  I will deputize you to take care of this mess.  If you can actually do it, I’ll reward you.”

“So you will get all the glory from my work and I’ll get some unnamed reward for all my effort?” he said with a laugh.  “You’re dreaming, you dumbass.”

“Watch your tongue,” Elizabeth warned, taking a step forward.  “If you want us to not insult you, then don’t insult us.”

“It’s the way of things.  I’m a princess.  I rule over you.  You do the work and I give the reward.  It’s the way the world works,” Harmony said as if she could not believe she had to explain this.  

Hugar couldn’t believe these wenches.  They fucked everything up and now they were insisting on respect and refusing to see that they didn't have a leg to stand on.  If he wanted, he could kill, jail or rape them and there’s nothing they could have done about it.

The big man took a minute to think about the situation.  Did he even want glory?  No, not really.  Did he want wealth?  He would not say no to a coin here and there but he had no need for his weight in gold.  What did he want?

Looking over at Elizabeth’s fine features and intelligent green eyes before moving up to the princess’ amazing body clad head to toe in silk, like it was gift-wrapped just for him, he made a decision.

“Very well,” he started, making both women perk up noticeably.  “I will have all authority.  If you try to backtalk me on anything, I will make you sorry.  In exchange, you will remain in power on paper.”

The princess grumbled but he saw her nod reluctantly.

“Now as for my reward, I want you two,” he declared with a predatory smile.

The two women were stunned at the man’s audacity.  Elizabeth’s jaw dropped, at a rare loss for words but Harmony was never one to hesitate.  

Getting up from her throne, she pointed down at the man and shouted:  “How dare you!  I should have you jailed and castrated just for joking about this!”

“Then do so,” the man replied, calling her bluff.  He let it hang a long while, waiting, letting her think and hopefully realize she had no way at all to make that threat a reality.  When he saw her shift subtly in place as though uncertain how she could proceed, he continued with a hint of a smirk:  “You need me.  You need me and you obviously can’t call for help from the capital for some reason.  Fucking noble holes is always bad news but at this point, what is there for me to lose.”

Elizabeth looked back at her princess, imploring her to get them out of this deal with her eyes.  Harmony vibrated with anger but had nothing to throw back at the man.  “You can’t touch us.  It would not be proper,” she lamely whispered, almost begging.

Hugar sighed.  He was getting tired of this.  “You have two choices.  Either step down like a good girl or accept my deal.  Three choices, actually: you can also decide to die here.  But I am not letting you take this town down with you.”

Harmony remained silent, unreadable behind her veil but Elizabeth finally found her voice again.  “I…  I’ll do it.  You can ravage me but please don’t touch our princess,” she valiantly offered, trembling.

“I said what I said.  I want you both or get out of my way.”

Grimacing and blushing heavily, the secretary continued.  “Then…  Then we need to have some ground rules.”

“Oh?” Hugar asked, intrigued, while Harmony gasped in the background.

“You can’t just take us at your leisure.  You could just take your fill and then skip town.  You will exchange your deeds in exchange for our…  Favors.  Harmony’s will be very expensive, of course as she is royalty.  You will have to be content with me for a while,” the dark-haired woman dictated.

Hugar pondered this.  He didn’t need to accept this kind of restriction.  He had all the cards in this game.  But it did give him an idea.

“So you want to be treated like whores?” he said with a cruel smile, chuckling when both women gasped.  “Exchanging your favors for something else is what a whore does,” he explained and before Elizabeth could open her mouth, he continued, lifting a hand to stop her.

“If that’s the kind of relationship you want, then so be it.  My only added stipulation is that you better act the part.  A good whore does not cry and look disgusted by her client.  She is inviting and smiling, eager, willing.  When I buy you with my deeds, will you both act the part?”

Elizabeth wanted to cry at that moment but she held it all back.  She had never even kissed a man, nor had she ever wanted to but here she was, selling her body like a commoner.  “I will do my best to present a pleasing façade,” she offered.

“Good.  And you?  Will you smile and be accommodating when I buy your royal holes?” he asked the still-silent princess.

Harmony stared at the man for an eternity.  The only sign of her stormy emotions was one of her hands clutched in a trembling fist.  “I will be,” she replied.  Her voice was controlled but she was speaking through clenched teeth.

Hugar smiled.  He had not expected this day to turn out like this but gods favored the bold.  He had a ton of work to do.  People to save, a city to rebuild and monsters to slay.  It will be nice to be able to relax after all that with his dick in a tight cunt.

“Let’s talk about those Favors and prices, then,” the barbarian growled out with a perverted smile.