A Simple Need (Patreon)

Man this one took way longer than it should have lol. I wanted to get it done ages ago and even planned it to be about half the length it currently is. Maybe someday I'll get control of myself! Probably not though. Either way I hope you guys enjoy the final product!

From the very first moment someone chose to settle the area life in Clearwater Village hadn't changed one bit.  Every day was much the same as the one before it and much the same as the one after. Farmers rose before dawn to tend their crops, fisherman set out upon the river their home was named for, and everyone else went about their duties exactly as they'd always done. For generations the world beyond them seemed to pass by without their involvement. As if time itself cared little for that tiny hamlet and everyone within it. Neither the kingdom around it nor the many forces seeking to conquer the lands gave them even the slightest consideration. Indeed few outside of their tiny community seemed to be aware of the village's existence in the first place. For many it was the perfect, idyllic place hidden away from the trials and tribulations of the outside world. Shielded from the troubles of politics and the agony of war. Countless families had lived and died without knowing anything else and for many it was all they could ever want. All they could ever hope to know. Abigail and Colette did not count themselves among the many who adored Clearwater Village and all it's abject mundanity. Life as milk maids held no charm for either of them and with every passing day their discontent only seemed to grow. It seemed all but inevitable they would depart the only place they'd ever known. The first to leave in more than a hundred years. They spoke of it every day as they tended the cows and goats and all the other animals that were their only real company. Beyond one another of course.

“Why not?!” Colette demanded as she lifted an enormous bucket laden with milk off the ground, “We have more than enough to make the journey!”

“We don't have any idea how much we'll actually need!” Abigail replied as she milked the last cow farmer Aelswith owned.

“How much could it possibly cost?!”

“I don't know. And that's what worries me.”

“Everything worries you!”

“Yes it does.”

They looked at one another for a moment, Colette in annoyance and Abigail in amusement. Soon both of them were smiling as they returned to their duties without further comment. As much as she blustered and railed against her friend's good sense she couldn't help but acquiesce time and time again whenever she raised even a modestly good point. It was the sole reason they hadn't run off half cocked and without anything close to a plan. And likely the sole reason they hadn't ended up dead or enslaved by some roving band of marauders looking for young women. Though knowing the truth of in her companion's fears did little to assuage the wanderlust burning inside her. Indeed neither of them could ignore that feeling burning in the depths of their hearts. Nor the utter dissatisfaction they felt as they went through the same routines day after day after soul crushing day with no end in sight. Save the end all of them would face eventually. But death was far from their only escape and the longer they delayed their journey the more that knowledge irked them. Only a very healthy fear of what might lurk beyond the village kept them from roving out in search of something, anything, more interesting than the lives they'd been forced to lead. It was a fear that would likely keep them rooted exactly where they were for all their days, like it had so many others.

“Great work girls!” Aelswith exclaimed when they returned to him at the end of their efforts. “I couldn't do it without you!”

“Not without getting off your lazy arse!” Colette muttered to herself.

“Did you say something?”

“No she didn't.” Abigail stated before her friend could open her mouth. “Will you be needing our help tomorrow?”

“I'm thinking I will! Same time as usual?”

“We wouldn't miss it Sir!”

“I'm looking forward to it already!”

“I'm sure you are you lecherous old pervert.”

The two left his farm before Colette's mouth could get them into any real trouble and they made their way back to the village proper in relative silence. At least until it was broken by the same conversation they'd had a thousand times, “One of these days he's going to hear you.”

“I hope he does. I'd love nothing more!”

“And what will you do when he tells your mother?”

“Laugh.”

“Until I kill you because your mother told my mother.”

“Do whatever you feel is necessary.” She said with a shrug, “That lecher deserves to know how much we hate him.”

“He's not as bad as you claim!”

“Now that he can't follow us every step of the way and breath down our necks maybe. But I have no doubt he'd start again if he could!”

“He almost certainly would . . . perhaps we should thank his prize winning mule again.”

“Perhaps we should steal it when we leave! We already know how mean her kick is and she doesn't seem to like anyone but us, maybe we could bring her along for protection!”

“I hardly think placing our faith in a mule is wise.”

Colette smirked at her friend and Abigail smirked right back as they walked the same winding dirt road back to town for the thousandth time or more. Another bout of silence stretched between them as they considered what few options they truly had and fretted over the many, unpredictable details inherent to their plans. Or rather as one of them did so while the other contented herself with fantasies about the world waiting for them. “Finished already girls?” An old, creaking voice asked.

Both of them turned to see the widow Elawyn smiling at them from her tiny house on the outskirts of the village. “We still have another farm to visit!” Abigail replied with a cordial wave.

“At least!” Colette added.

“Well don't let any of those farmers work you too hard! Without you they couldn't get half as much done every day!”

“Oh we're well aware of that!”

“Thank you Elawyn!”

“Take care girls!”

“You too!” They said in unison.

A few minutes later they were walking through what passed for the village proper and yet another reason for their burning desire to leave reared it's ugly head, like it always did whenever they spent any amount of time among their fellow townsfolk. While it was just big enough to avoid being completely inbred Clearwater showed it's small size in many a frustrating and annoying way but nothing could ever be more irritating nor more constant a reminder than how similar Abigail and Colette looked to so many of the women around them. With only a handful of exceptions every single woman in the hamlet was short in stature yet quite widely built, almost like a Dwarf but not quite. They had shapely hips and a large bust that perfectly matched the natural plumpness of their legs and faces alongside a rather natural tendency to grow even more buxom as time wore on.  All told many of them looked like a cross between Dwarves and Humans with just enough of the latter to distinguish them from the former yet just enough of the former to make them stand out from the latter. Of course there were plenty of subtle differences from woman to woman that marked them as different, beyond their personalities and what little variance in clothing they might've adopted. Both Colette and Abigail were a bit more slender than many of their peers thanks to their constant labor and the countless walks they took around the countryside to escape the suffocating confines of the village.

This left them just a bit less plump than a good deal of their peers yet no less buxom. Abigail in particular was remarkably busty even by the already impressive standards of the quite endowed women of her family. Colette by contrast was a bit more curvaceous overall and possessed of a rump many a growing lad had admired from afar. In another small twist that only seemed to further separate them from their peers both women had a more ruddy complexion. Not so much that they were oddities among their fair skinned friends and family but certainly enough to separate them in a rather noticeable way. Their shimmering blonde locks and hazel colored eyes further exemplified how different the two looked from everyone else. Even while their round cheeks, small and slightly upturned noses and quite full lips were very much in line with how so many others looked.  By their own estimation they were all at once perfect examples of what a small village turned into after so many generations yet at the same time just different enough to always stand out in some form or fashion. And as two women just a few months away from their twentieth summers that difference attracted the eye of many an eligible man. No matter how old they might've been or how closely they were tied to the pair's families. So long as there was no blood relation any match at all was worth pursuing as far as their mothers were concerned. Unfortunately neither Colette nor Abigail shared that view and neither were certain how long they could stall the marriages looming over their heads.

“If they say a single word I swear to the Gods I'll—” Colette started to growl as they approached a group of young fisherman.

“Be pleasant and say nothing!” Abigail hissed back. “It's not worth the trouble!”

“It will be if I can make them stop!”

“Nothing will make them stop.”

“A firm kick to each of their cocks might shut them up!”

“That didn't work the last three times you tried.”

“I wasn't kicking hard enough! Maybe we can bring Aelswith's mule with us next time! I bet that'll shut them all up!”

Smiling in spite of her feelings on the matter Abigail said nothing, instead calling out to the men before they could speak first, “How was the catch?”

“As good as ever!” One of them replied.

“You should join us on our next trip!” Another suggested.

All the men present looked Colette and Abigail up and down for a moment before the latter calmly spoke back, “I doubt we can shirk our duties that long. The farmers need our help!”

“The farmers can do all that themselves!” The first fisherman scoffed.

“On that we agree.” Colette stated.

“But even if they couldn't, don't you think it's time you two learned your way around a rod?” A third asked, arching an eyebrow as he spoke.

“Unfortunately we have somewhere else to be!” Abigail stated as she hurriedly pushed her friend away from the group before she could inflict more violence on them, “Perhaps another time!”

“We're looking forward to it!”

They walked away to the familiar sounds of fisherman laughing and remarking about their appearance, alongside the familiar sensation of them watching their every step, “I swear the next time they open their mouths I'll shove those rods down their throats!”

“It still wouldn't stop them for long.” Her companion laughed.

“Maybe not but at least it'd earn us a few moments of quiet!”

“If you consider them choking to death quiet.”

“I'd consider it a blessing actually.”

Once more laughing and smiling at one another they made their way to what passed for a tavern in their meager village. If farmer Dollan wasn't present they could simply return to their homes and consider the day concluded. If he was it meant she needed help milking her animals as well. Which option they'd prefer was hardly a secret as they stepped inside the comparatively large building and looked across all the familiar faces for the last one they hoped to see. Though interrupted by a myriad of greetings and a flood of wholly unnecessary conversations, the same ones they always had, they didn't spot the person they were looking for. A profound sense of relief washed over them as they spoke to their friends and families for as long as was required to satisfy the burning need to know what happened at Aelswith's farm and how much the fisherman had caught. As soon as they could possibly manage Abigail and Colette left the tavern and never looked back, immediately heading directly for the outskirts of the village once more. With at least a few more hours to while away before they were due back home for yet more chores and duties they planned to spend every second as far from Clearwater as they could get. It was a plan they'd indulged in many times in the past and a plan they had every intention of indulging in once more. But it seemed fate had other things in mind for the pair.

“Aelswith won't even realize the mule is gone!” Colette insisted as they slowly ascended the small hill overlooking their village.

“What about Dollan? She'll notice if we take even a single grain!”

“What will it matter if she does? We'll be long gone!”

“It doesn't feel right.” Abigail stated as she considered their options. “We shouldn't steal from them, no matter how they treat us.”

“And why not? After all the misery they've given us I'd say we're owed—by the Gods!”

Both of them stopped dead in their tracks as their eyes widened and their mouths fell open in utter shock. Walking down the path towards them was an absolute monster of a man. Bigger than anyone they'd ever seen by an astonishing amount he must've been seven feet tall at the very least! The breadth of his shoulders was wider than both women standing side by side and there wasn't an inch of his body not rippling with muscle. Something they couldn't help but notice as he approached them wearing nothing but an animal hide wrapped around his waist. Though a waterskin was hanging from one side and a small pouch from the other they did little to cover him and nothing to hide his physique. The remainder of his imposing frame was completely and utterly naked, his skin the color of a starless night. His broad chest and powerfully built arms glistening with sweat as the sun beamed down upon him. Two legs as thick as tree trunks emerging from between the strips of fur tied about his hips by a thin cord. A broad, angular face dusted with the shadow of a beard and framed by an avalanche of tangled silver locks as thick as the rest of his body. Two sparkling golden eyes peering out at them from above a strong nose and dark lips curled into a wide, teeth baring smile.

Neither of them could move a muscle after laying eyes on him and with every step closer their hearts beat a little faster. By the time he was looming above them they felt faint and scarcely able to breath. They'd never met an outsider like him before. Indeed the number of outsiders they'd met could be counted on a single hand and none of them had ever come close to the imposing yet exhilarating figure standing almost two feet taller than them. And because his appearance wasn't enough to leave them completely disarmed the moment he was close enough they noticed his impossibly heady scent carried on the faint breeze. They couldn't help but smell his naturally musk clouding the air around him and making their already scattered thoughts even more hazy. It was more powerful than either of them could truly say, immediately making them shiver like never before while at the same time filling their heads with all manner of lewd desires. When he spoke his deep voice rumbled like nothing they'd ever heard, immediately making them shudder despite their attempts to not quiver like fools and stare with a wide eyed amazement.

“Well met ladies!” He said in an accent neither of them recognized but one that seemed to make all of his words sound so much more harsh than they should've been. “Would you mint at all telling me what the name of your village is?”

“C-Clearwater!” Abigail answered, her throat uncommonly dry.

“Does it have a tavern?”

“Y-Yes!” Colette nodded, every bit as nervous as her companion.”

“Wonderful!” There was a short pause as he smiled at them and they simply stared at him in amazement, “You may call me Askarr!” Both women nodded but couldn't bring themselves to speak again. “What are your names?”

“C-C-Colette . . .”

“A-A-Abigail . . .”

His grin only widened as he bowed to each of them in turn, “It's a pleasure to meet you both! I've been wandering for many a day and yours are the first faces I've seen in a week or more!” as he stood up he watched them for a moment or two before adding, “And I could've have asked for better faces to see after so long!”

“Oh!”

“T-Thank you . . .”

Subtly leaning against one another and pulling away from him as their nerves got the better of them both women truly didn't know how to interact with such an odd strange. After a lifetime with the same faces they were truly at a loss. But he didn't seem particularly bothered by their obvious trepidation or even their inability to say more than a two words at a time. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” He finally said with a soft laugh, “Perhaps our paths will cross again!”

Abigail and Colette nodded at his words, not because they agreed with his sentiment or even understood what he was saying but rather because they saw his lips move and knew they should give some kind of response after they stopped. But when he stepped around them and resumed walking towards Clearwater they couldn't help but call out to him in unison, “Wait!”

Looking back at them with an inquisitive grin he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Y-You'll need a guide!” Abigail stated.

“Y-You'll need to guides!” Colette agreed.

“I will?” Looking at Clearwater for a moment then back at the women before him Askarr chuckled and asked, “What will you guide me towards?”

Abigail and Colette immediately blushed as their thoughts immediately strayed to less savory places but fortunately for both of them neither had the courage to speak their minds. Instead the more composed of the two simply asked, “Where w-would you like to go?”

“A tavern.”

“W-W can take you there!”

“F-Follow us!”

Hesitating just long enough to glance excitedly at one another the pair hurried forward, stepping around their enormous guest and motioning for him to follow as they moved in front of him. Trying their best to act calm and collected in spite of her nerves making their legs tremble and the butterflies running wild in their bellies Colette and Abigail couldn't help but glance back at Askarr several times during the rather short walk back into town. Whenever they looked away they could feel his gaze falling upon them with a curious intensity and yet whenever they felt brave enough to meet that gaze they found him looking only at their faces. By the time they reached the tavern it'dbecome something of a game between them. An unspoken back and forth nobody every acknowledged aloud but one that nonetheless send shivers down their spines. Or at least it sent shivers down the two women's spines. They couldn't say with any certainty what their companion was feeling. Although they knew what they wanted him to feel whenever they felt his eyes roaming their bodies with an unmistakable desire. Sadly their little aside couldn't last forever and the quite breathy silence that'd spread between them was broken by the pack of young fishermen Abigail and Colette so often tried to avoid.

“Who's this?” The leader demanded. His tone was harsh yet his unabashedly nervous eyes and fidgeting body betrayed how frightened he actually was.

Looking at the stranger with a smile, his head tilting to the side for a moment Askarr cheerfully replied, “I am Askarr! It's a pleasure to meet you!”

Moving between his guides in a way that subtly brushed his muscular body against their own and gave them another heady smell of his natural musk he extended his hand towards the stranger. The vastly smaller Human stared at him for a few seconds before puffing out his chest as best he could and asking in the same harsh tone, “What do you want barbarian?”

“What business is it of yours?!” Abigail asked, peering around Askarr to glower at him.

“It's everyone's business when an outsider wanders into our village and—”

“And politely introduces himself?” Colette interrupted.

“—and is led to the very heart of our homes by two of our own!”

“What if he's a spy?” Another fisherman suggested.

“What if he's dangerous?” Another asked.

“Of course he's dangerous, just look at him!”

“Well don't say that aloud idiot, he can hear you!”

“He can hear you too!”

“But I didn't say anything bad about him!”

“You were thinking it though!”

“Well of course I was thinking it! Look at him!”

“See! You just said something bad about him now!”

“Dammit you're right!”

While the source of their frantic arguing looked on with open amusement Abigail and Colette watched and listened with no small amount of annoyance. As much as they'd expected this reaction they still managed to be surprised and disappointed by how stupid their kinsfolk were. Of course they'd felt and indeed still felt many of the same concerns as the fisherman. But unlike the cluster of gibbering fools loudly having an argument about someone right in front of them they'd been smart enough to keep their thoughts quiet. And hopeful enough to push aside their fears as the motioned for Askarr to follow them while the gang of buffoons were distracted. Unfortunately none of them were distracted enough to miss when a seven foot tall giant was led away towards their tavern.

“Where do you think you're going?!”

“To the tavern.” Askarr replied. “I'd like a drink!”

“Well w-we—let's get a drink to!”

“Yeah!”

“S-Sure thing!”

“Absolutely!”

Colette offered their guest an apologetic look while Abigail shot a withering glare at the fisherman now following them into the building. Askarr smiled through it all as he hunched over and squeezed himself through the quite narrow doorway. A hush fell over the patrons as he entered and a deafening silence filled the void as he rose to his full height. With his head just about touching the ceiling and the rest of his gigantic frame standing so wide he could barely move through the tightly packed tables and chairs he would've drawn everyone's attention even if he wasn't an outsider. Of course there was no mistaking him for anything else and few if any of the villagers inside the tavern could look away as he was led to the usually quite kind woman who owned the place. But rather than serving up drinks, telling an off color joke, or indeed doing anything she normally did Mayell simply stared like everyone else, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing. She didn't seem to notice Colette and Abigail standing in front of her, only the towering stranger looming behind them. Eventually she did snap out of her reverie when a familiar voice called out to her.

“We'll have three mugs of ale please!”

“W-Wha—y-you want—does it-he even drink ale?!”

Both of his companions looked back at Askarr and Colette said, “We don't have much else . . .”

“An ale would be wonderful!”

Mayell continued to stare at him with open mouthed shock, seemingly unaware of what he'd just said or that he'd spoken at all. Until Colette slammed a hand down on the counter loud enough to make everyone else, except Askarr, jump. Snapped out of her amazement for a second time she hurried off to find the drinks they'd asked for while the stranger and his guides looked to one another. All three were varying degrees of amused but only he remained so for long as the two women looked out across the tavern at everyone else still watching them. Including the fisherman trying their best to no betray how obviously terrified they were.

“Let's have a seat.” Abigail suggested, “I'm sure your feet could use the rest!”

Her words were met with a smile that made her heart flutter and she hurried towards the only empty table in the building without another word. Askarr followed close behind and sat down without so much as sound, his back to the rest of the tavern as they holed up in the corner. Both the chair and the table creaked and groaned beneath his weight as he leaned forward to rest his arms atop the latter while continuing to look at Colette and Abigail with that same grin. His golden eyes seemed to burn through them and in the lengthy silence that continued to pervade the tavern neither woman had any idea what to say or do. It wasn't until Mayell returned carrying three mugs of ale in her shaking hands that they found something to speak about.

As soon as the mugs were set down on the table Askarr slipped a hand into the pouch at his side. Nearly everyone present instinctively tensed at this small gesture, only to breath an audible sigh of relief when he produced a handful of copper coins. They clinked noisily together as he set them down on the table and said, “We'd like a second round as well.”

“We don't take coin . . . s-sir!” Mayell replied.

Looking quite surprised Askarr turned to his guides with a curiously arched eyebrow and Abigail immediately said, “W-We don't get many visitors—”

“And we don't want em!” Someone muttered.

“—around here.” She continued, “And we don't have much need for coin because of it.”

“What do you have need of?”

“We normally trade for what we need. Milk for eggs, eggs for wheat, meat for hay . . . and so on . . .”

“I see.” Looking pensively at her for a moment them at Mayell he reached back into his pouch and everyone tensed yet again. Colette glared at the villagers closest to them, especially when Askarr removed his empty hand to say, “I fear I have little to trade with . . .”

“We're more than happy to cover a few rounds if you'd like!”

“It's no trouble at all!”

“Do you take services as well as goods?” He asked of Mayell.

“S-Services? W-What kind o-of services?”

“I'm a very skill loved.” Askarr unexpectedly answered. Every single woman in the room turned a furious shade of red while every single man bristled with barely contained outrage, “I could pay for my drinks by—”

“We'll cover it Mayell! Thank you very much!” Abigail said in a shrill voice.

“G-Go get another r-round!” Colette stammered.

Visibly hesitating in spite of her obvious trepidation the tavern owner eventually turned away and walked off while everyone else continued to stare at the stranger with unblinking suspicion, every last one of them eyeing him up as he drained his mug in a single gulp and smiled cheerfully at his still quite shocked guides. Though why many of them were staring at him varied from person to person. “Thank you for the ale!”

“Y-You're welcome!”

“Don't mention it.”

Nervously grabbing their own cups and gulping down several mouthfuls without a thought both women were much too busy thinking about what'd just happened to see the appreciative look on his face as he watched them drink. “Does this village have a brothel?” He suddenly asked.

“That's it!” A nearby farmer exclaimed, “I can't sit here another second while this outsider insults our women and threatens our town!”

Several more men stood up and shouted in agreement. Askarr turned to face them with a curious look and they immediately shrank back for a moment. Even sitting down he remained taller than every single one of them and he no doubt outweighed them by a frightening margin. Yet to their credit and in a testament to their foolishness they didn't back down despite their obvious fear. Instead they puffed out their chests and approached with open hostility.

“Step back Gaulinn!” Colette warned, “Before you do something stupid!”

“I'm certain he meant no insult!” Abigail added. “It was a simple question, nothing more!”

“Like hell it was! This brute thinks our women are whores! He thinks we're the kind of place that would have something so vile! He thinks—”

“He thinks you're looking for any reason to fight.” Askarr said as he rose from his chair to tower over all of them. “I accept your challenge.”

“Y-You what?”

“I accept your challenge. Will it be single combat or will you all fight me together?”

“Th-that's not—w-we didn't—”

“Is there a place within the village to hold duels or should we make for the fields outside of town?”

Every single farmer and fisherman that'd stood up was suddenly shrinking away at the prospect of actually backing up their words. “We-We're not going to—”

“Will we fight with weapons or bare handed? Sadly I have no weapons of my own!” Askarr's excitement was clear in every word out of his mouth and the unbridled joy in his tone proved more frightening than anything else. By the time he was finished speaking every single one of his challengers had sat back down again. “Will it be first blood or to the death?”

“N-Never mind . . .” The leader of the group said, his eyes downcast and his cheeks burning red with shame.

Looking exceedingly disappointed Askarr continued to stand there waiting for someone to challenge him or at the very least answer his questions. But he received nothing except furtive glances and barely audible murmurs no matter how long he waited and eventually he sat back down again with a crestfallen sigh. “No fighting or fucking then?”

His question didn't seem directed at anyone in particular but Abigail still felt compelled to respond with a simple: “I-I'm sorry . . .”

His golden eyes met hers and a smile returned to his face, “No matter! I'm certain there's more than enough fun to be had!”

“You'd be mistaken.” Colette replied with a wry grin.

Askarr looked to her with same smile and suddenly both women were unable to meet his gaze as their thoughts strayed once more towards less savory avenues. “What do you mean?”

“Our village has nothing to offer you.” She replied without looking directly at him.

“The ale's good.”

“Beyond the ale there's nothing here except farmers and fisherman.” Abigail continued, “And you've met both already.”

Smiling a bit wider and looking over his shoulder at the people still watching him their mystersious guest nodded, “Truly?”

“Truly.” His guides said in unison.

“If you seek adventure look anywhere else.”

“And leave as soon as you can.”

“Do you wish me gone too?”

“No!”

“O-Of course not!”

“Then why push me away?” For a moment neither of them knew how to answer that. His next question was even more difficult to contemplate, “And why offer to be my guide if you have nothing to guide me towards?”

Colette and Abigail's cheeks instantly darkened as the thought about the real reasons they'd wanted to spend more time with a beautiful outsider. But there was little chance they'd be able to say as much aloud and another silence stretched out between them yet again. One Askarr seemed perfectly content to wait in as he watched them both, clearly expecting some sort of answer. No matter how long they didn't give one or how long they stared into the depths of their mugs. His smile did widen again when they drained the remainder of their ale quite effortlessly and it only continued to brighten when Mayell returned with another round of drinks. With impressive ease he downed the entirety of his cup so fast it was a wonder he could even taste it. Then he resumed watching the two and waiting for an answer they certainly couldn't give.

“I don't know . . .” Abigail finally stated. “I suppose we were . . . excited . . . to have a visitor . . .”

“We were definitely excited.” Colette added, subtly nudging her companion as she emphasized that last word.

Askarr was nowhere near blind enough to miss that gesture but he made no comment on it or the furious blush that crept through her partner's cheeks. Only his sparkling eyes betrayed his understanding and neither woman could look at those for more than a moment. “I see. You appear to be the only ones in your entire village.”

“And we're sorry about that.”

“The people here are idiots.”

Both of them spoke in a hushed whisper to avoid being overheard. Muttering and grumbling was already filling the tavern around them and as much as they wanted to be rid of Clearwater entirely Abigail and Colette couldn't quite bring themselves to openly offend their kinsfolk. Not yet. Luckily for both of them their guest reciprocated their quiet demeanor as he asked, “You don't seem to enjoy being here.”

“Because we don't.”

“We never have!”

“Then why do you stay?”

“We . . . we . . .”

“We can't leave . . .”

“We're too scared to leave.”

“You're too scared to leave!”

“I'm not scared to leave! I simply don't want to run off unprepared!”

“We've got everything we could ever need!”

“No we don't! We still need—”

“Coin.” Askarr stated.

“W-What?”

“Huh?”

“You still need coin.”

“Uhm . . . I-I guess . . . that's certainly something else we need . . .”

“That's the only thing we need!” Colette insisted. “We have food, we have clothing, we have all the supplies whenever we want them. Beyond coin what else do we—”

“We have no means of defending ourselves! Of protecting against bandits and brigands and anyone that might wish us harm!”

As the pair descended into an argument they'd had countless times before Askarr watched them with a grin that just about reached his ears. Although he said nothing a plan had already formed in his mind, one that might satisfy all of their needs at once. Yet despite that he didn't put it forward for quite some time, long enough for his companions to exhaust all the points they normally made and fall completely silent as they stewed in their own uncertainty and frustrations. Only when he was certain they weren't about to interrupt him did he say, “I can help.”

“What?”

“That's very kind of you but—”

“My offer is not solely out of kindness.”

“Then why do you make it?”

“And what are you offering?”

Flashing them a smile that made their hearts skip a beat and their stomachs flip, “You have need of coin and protection yes?”

“Of course.”

“That's all we need now.”

“I can provide both.”

“And what would you ask in return?” Abigail wondered, though she could already guess at his answer.

“Companionship.” He replied.

“You want us to be your whores.” Colette stated.

Askarr didn't refute her remark, instead tilting his head to the side as he smiled at them, “I have more than enough coin to fund whatever journeys you might take. And I'm always in need of companionship along my travels. If we journeyed together for a time you'd enjoy all the protection you could ever need and I would have—”

“All the sex you could ever need?”

“Yes.”

Although they had many, many, many questions and reservations and doubts about this offer being made to them by a complete stranger the first thing Colette thought to ask was, “How much would you need?”

“How much sex?”

“Y-Yes . . .”

“It would be easier to show you.”

“Hold on a moment!” Abigail said in a tone both terrified and excited, “We're not—we've never been—this isn't something we've ever considered!”

“Then consider it now.” Askarr stated. “I'm certain you have your doubts and that you wonder if I can be trusted. Those thoughts are wise.”

“Because we should have doubts?”

“Or because you can't be trusted?”

“Because it's wise to question.” He laughed. “But I am in no hurry to leave. So allow me to strike a deal with you both. I'll stay for a week, that you might know me better, and by the end of the week you can join me or we can part ways.”

And during that time you'll . . . we'll . . .”

“Fuck?”

“Y-Yes . . .”

“Only if you desire it. And only if you intend to consider my offer.”

Abigail and Colette looked at him for several nervous heartbeats before looking at one another and silently confirming what they wanted. His offer seemed to good to be true and in all likelihood it very much would be. But at the same time they couldn't deny how badly they wanted to jump him. Even surrounded by people they'd known all their lives they wanted nothing more than to climb onto the table and have their way with the barbarian before them. Or rather to let him have his way with both of them. It was a desire they'd never felt before and one they couldn't help but let affect their judgment, especially in the wake of such a tantalizing offer. They could have a wild night of passion with him and step away without any trouble. Assuming he was true to his word of course. But doubts like those were difficult to dwell on and even more difficult to harbor as they practically bathed in his musk. Even their pride was difficult to maintain in the face of what was being offered to them in no uncertain terms.

“We'd expect coin even if we decide not to travel with you.” Abigail said in as commanding a voice as she could muster.

“That's fair bargain.” Askarr replied, “If this village had a brothel I would've spent all my nights and much of my coin there anyways.”

“Instead you'll spend it on us.” Colette remarked, a smile finding it's way to her face.

A-And with us.”

“I can think of no better way to spend a week.” He replied. His smile filled their stomachs with butterflies and neither of them could think properly or say anything in response, Not until he extended a hand and asked, “Do we have an agreement?”

Once more looking at one another Colette and Abigail finally nodded, each grasping his enormous wrist in turn and nodding as they said, “We have an agreement.”

“Wonderful.” Standing up and letting out a long sigh he offered his hands to both of them and cheerfully sad, “Why don't we start now?”

Unable to resist the allure of his body and the mystery of what he had in mind for them they each laid a hand in his and allowed him to pull them to their feet while everyone else looked on. “I know of a place outside the village . . .” Abigail suggested.

“It's quiet . . . and private . . .” Colette added.

“Lead the way!”

Everything after that moment was a rush of disgusted looks and frantically beating hearts as they hurried out of the tavern without a second glance. For the first time in a very long while it felt as if they were making actual progress towards leaving Clearwater. Like their plans were finally starting to come to fruition in the way they'd always dreamed of. The fact that such an euphoric feeling came bundled alongside the prospect of having sex with a mountain of a man as handsome as Askarr seemed almost too good to be true. Like any moment they could wake up from some strange, shared dream both fo them were having and return to the hideously boring normality of their lives before he'd wandered into town. But they weren't dreaming, his arrival wasn't some flight of fancy they'd concocted after drifting off during another mundane day of milking cows.  No matter how many times they looked back at him as they hurried through the village and down one the many winding paths towards a small copse of trees in the distance Askarr remained. His strong yet gentle grasp on their hands never wavered and he was always smiling back at them with the same bright eyed glee as before. By the time they reached that secluded spot they'd forgotten all about the judgmental stares of everyone they'd passed. Indeed they'd forgotten about nearly everything except their own desires and the exhilaration coursing through their bodies. So excited they felt faint Abigail and Colette finally released his hands as they stepped into the sun dappled clearing, both women turning to face him while he stood beneath the shade of a tree bough. All three of them smiled at one another for just a moment before he said something quite unexpected.

“Don't hesitate to tell me if your minds change at any point.” Askarr remarked. “I have no desire to take my pleasure by force and no interest in causing harm . . .”

“Well that's good!” Colette laughed.

“Thank you.” Abigail nodded.

“You're welcome.” Stepping towards them and biting his lip as he eyed their buxom curves without any hesitation he rested his hands upon the cord securing his 'clothes' around his waist, “Are you ready?”

Adrenaline surged through their bodies and for just a moment they wondered if they could truly answer that question. In the next they were both nodding and answering at the same time, “Yes!”

With an almost bestial look of pure lust in his eyes Askarr untied what passed for his bet and let his garb sink to the ground, revealing a member that could put a horse to shame and loins to match. In spite of their eagerness his two companion's couldn't help but recoil in shock at the sight of his manhood as it throbbed eagerly before them. As thick around as their biceps and about as long as their arms his prick was nothing short of awe inspiring. The weighty sack hanging behind it was every bit as massive and every bit as incredible, though the enormous shaft riddled with veins and endlessly throbbing between his titanic thighs stole most of their attention. Especially as gooey beads of stark white fluid dripped from the tip and that same musky aroma they'd been stewing in since he first arrived was suddenly choking them. They could hardly breath as the smell of his body clogged their nostrils and soaked into their very skin, it was utterly overwhelming. More intoxicating than anything they'd ever encountered, more intoxicating than the ale they'd drunk only a few minutes before. And thanks to his incredible height they were practically eye level with his astonishing cock. The base of it at least, the swollen head and all that warm fluid leaking from it was still a bit too low to appreciate standing up. But that wouldn't be a problem for much longer.

Colette especially couldn't wait to get her hands around his massive dick. It'd been so long since she had the pleasure of anyone but her own company and she wasn't about to waste this chance. Sinking to her knees in front of Askarr she reached out with a breathy moan and slid her fingers around the thickest part of his shaft. It immediately throbbed against her touch, sending a wild shudder down her spine and another whimper spilling from her lips. Although she'd never done anything so lewd with another person witnessing, much less her only true friend in the world, Abigail was much too busy to notice anything else around her. While her companion was busing feeling and stroking that absolutely inhuman shaft she was focused entirely on their partner's handsome face. Moving in close and biting her lip she rose to the very tips of her toes in a vain effort to kiss him like she'd wanted to from the moment he first appeared. But no matter how hard she tried ot how much she strained he was much too tall for her to do anything more than flatten her hands against his chest. She might've felt foolish for even trying as she puckered her lips more than a foot away from his but thankfully he didn't give her a chance to feeling anything but excitement. One of his enormous arms closed around her waist, his hand cupping one of her buttocks and squeezing nice and hard. She barely had time to gasp before he effortlessly lifted her off their ground and she could finally kiss him properly. Suddenly moaning just as much as her friend she wrapped herself around as much of his frame as she could manage, her ankles crossing behind his back and her hands tangling themselves in his hair. He could've let go of her entirely after a few moments and she would've stayed exactly where she was.

Thankfully he seemed to have no intention of doing anything of the sort, his strong fingers endlessly kneading and fondling her ass while she squirmed against their embrace. There was no telling what his other hand was doing and in truth she hardly cared. The rush of adrenaline cascading through her as she felt his passion, his hunger, in every moment of their embrace was more than enough for Abigail. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this excited. In truth she wasn't sure she'd ever been this excited. Especially not when his touch slowly moved away from her trembling rump, sliding between her cheeks to press down against places even more eager. Her pleasured gasps were mirrored just a short distance beneath her as Colette finally found the courage to start kissing and licking the cock she'd been touching for what already seemed like ages. There was so much to work with and her mind was already so scattered she didn't really know what to do or where to start. Were it not for her baser urges and a myriad of lewd instincts she might've done nothing at all except stroke his length until someone else acted for him. But luckily for all of them she was nothing if not eager to lose herself in that wonderfully musky aroma for as long as humanly possible. Starting first by running her tongue along his prick and tasting every inch of it. All the while one hand cupped his massive sack to the best of her ability while the other hovered just beneath his throbbing tip. Although she wanted to catch as much precum as she could possibly get the sheer amount of it oozing out was far too much for her to handle. It would've been too much even if she'd brought along a bucket to collect it all!

In an instant her fingers were drenched in his warm seed and her lap was similarly coated when she pressed herself even more against him. Eventually she felt his free hand against her head, gently holding her already tousled locks and subtly guiding her quite haphazard efforts. She instinctively looked up to meet his gaze only to find her view blocked by Abigail's shivering rump and for a moment she was both jealous and annoyed. Then she saw Askarr's fingers pushing between her friend's cheeks to rub at both her pussy and the tender little hole nobody had ever touched before. An ever growing wet spot was spreading across dress as he so skillfully teased her and despite wishing she was in that position Colette couldn't help but be excited for her friend. And excited for the both of them as she returned to lavishing his cock with attention a moment later, her tongue gliding across his balls to taste his sweat and further smother herself in his natural aroma. Some part of her tried to stay at least a little composed so she didn't miss anything or otherwise deprive herself of the pleasure she wanted to have but it was nearly impossible to listen to anything but her own body's cravings. Especially as the heady scent of his precum further clouded her nostrils and filled the air around her so completely it was nothing short of overpowering.

Even Abigail was drowning in the wonderful bouquet that was his arousal, her eyes closing tight and her lips gradually slowing in their passionate kissing as she drank in his musk more and more. At least until she felt his tongue push inside her mouth and the uniquely wonderful flavor of his saliva assaulted her senses even harder than the smell of his cum. Suddenly she was pulled back to their wild embrace in the most delicious way possible, her whole body tightening around him as she clawed at his back and none to subtly grinded against his fingers. Within minutes the pair were so utterly enthralled with their own arousal they struggled to comprehend anything else. In the heat of the moment and in the throes of their newly reawakened desires they couldn't imagine doing anything more. Even if that meant doing exactly what they'd been doing already for the rest of the week they had with this handsome barbarian that seemed perfectly fine to them. Of course it wasn't at all fine with the man they were practically worshiping. His interests and his needs far exceeded such a simple start and it wasn't long before he started to make that clear. First by breaking the kiss he'd been sharing with Abigail, then by gently yet firmly pushing Colette away from his dick. Neither of them could fully understand what he was doing or why he was doing it, especially when the former was returned to the ground and the latter was deprived of his dick entirely when he stepped back. But everything made sense soon enough when he flashed them a lascivious grin and gave a command they'd unwittingly hoped to hear from the first moment he arrived in Clearwater.

“Take off your dresses!”

Never in their lives had four words sounded so appealing. Colette and Abigail scarcely had time to think about what he'd said before their arms were crossing in front of their chests and they were lifting up their drab clothing. A few heartbeats later the only things covering their goosebump riddled bodies were lying in a heap behind them, discarded and entirely forgotten about as they stood naked before the beautiful man they'd just met. And for just a moment they were seized by nervous as his eyes roamed their figures. As he drank in the sight of their gorgeous curves and buxom silhouettes with an ever growing smile. The simple fact that he paused at all left them more than enough time to worry and fret about why he might've been hesitating. Did he find Colette's quite large and very puffy areolas unappealing? Was he put off by the slight stretch marks visible around Abigail's enormous breasts? He must've been repulsed by the downy thicket of curly black hair between their legs? Or perhaps even the smell of their arousal as it trickled down their thighs! Surely he despised how wide and fat their rumps were and the way their bellies sagged just a little bit over their waists. How could he not? He was almost certainly used to a different caliber of woman. Ones that were taller, more slender, less plump in all the worst places, and certainly nowhere near as shy and nervous as them. Their minds ran amok with concerns and fears in the handful of seconds before Askarr abruptly silenced them all in the most perfect way imaginable. Not with words or anything so hollow. But rather by kneeling down in front of them and sliding his hands between their nervously clenched thighs.

Far too taken aback to do anything but gasp and quiver Abigail and Colette merely stood there as his large, calloused digits slipped between their trembling legs, diving into the untamed thicket of hair hiding their womanhoods, and rubbing against their outer most folds. Before their minds could even appreciate what was happening two of his fingers were rubbing their puffy vulvas while a third was gently pushing deeper between their folds. Messy little torrents of warmth seeped out of them almost instantly and their legs quickly spread apart as they ached for him to do more. To touch them more than he already was. Askarr happily obliged, pushing a single digit inside their cunts at exactly the same time. Pleasure crashed through them as their inner wals clamped down around the intruding members, the sheer size of just his fingers making them both squirm and gasp. When he started curling backwards towards his palm and brushing against places they'd only ever dreamed of their bodies tightened even further and their minds reeled that much harder. By the time he'd pushed into the deepest reaches of their bodies they were struggling to handle the sensations he was causing. Not to mention the knowledge that his cock was infinitely larger than his fingers. And while they were busy throwing their hands back and holding on to one another  he did something even more surprising. Wrapping his lips around one of Abigail's pert nipples he bit down just hard enough to send a jolt of arousal through her already overwhelmed body. By the time she could even feel his touch against her swollen bud Colette was enjoying the same thing as he teased and suckled both their breasts at the same time. Neither of them even realized what was happening until they managed to look down at him and see what he'd done with their own eyes. Even then they struggled to fully comprehend it, in no small part thanks to his dexterous fingers still pressing against their most sensitive places as he filled their unimaginably tight slits.

But to their utter delight Askarr was far from done with his surprises. Instead of merely resting on his laurels and pleasuring them until they were drooling messes unfit to be called Human he made things a thousand times worse. Or better. It was difficult to say as he pushed a second digit inside them long before they'd fully adjusted to a second. As they were still very much convulsing and trembling at the pleasures of the first their innermost walls were being widened even further by another finger gently yet insistently pushing inside them. Arousal cascaded down his hands as surely as it trickled down their thighs and every passing second saw more seeping from their bodies as he started teasing and pleasuring them with both digits simultaneously. The pressure of one against their tender places had been nothing short of incredible but the pressure of two softly rubbing against their spots was entirely beyond words. His middle and ring fingers alone were already larger than any member they'd ever felt inside them and now they were brushing against places they'd only barely touched during their own explorations. Even without his constant attention to their aching nipples it would've been more than the two milk maids could handle. But paired with that added and wholly unexpected bliss and it was nothing short of a miracle they remained standing for as long as they did. Had they not been able to steady themselves by clumsily lurching forward and grabbing hold of his broad chest they very well might've collapsed beneath the weight of the pleasure he was giving.

The longer he continued to finger them and suckle at their breasts the more they relied upon him to keep them upright. But there was only so much he could do as his fingers moved faster and faster inside their cunts. As the wet sound of their bodies being pleasured and four digits stirring up their slits gradually joined the cacophony of moans filling the air. Their legs were already buckling and when their backs started to arch and their tenuous grasp on his muscled shoulders wavered it seemed a fall was inevitable. How could it not be when they were practically drooling with arousal and thoroughly incapable of anything more? Neither Colette nor Abigail truly realized what was happening to them or how close they were to breaking down into fits of pleasure addled convulsions. But the man responsible for their ecstasy was and in a surprising turn of events that shouldn't be at all surprising he scooped them both up with laughable ease. Sinking his fingers even deeper inside them he lifted both women into the air, draped them over his shoulders like sacks of grain, and rose to his feet. All without pulling his digits from their cunts. What little air was left in their lungs rushed out as their bellies pressed down against his shoulders and the constant, trembling moans spilling from their lips grew even more breathless and startled as they were carried to the very center of the clearing. Not until he laid them down on a soft patch of moss did they finally draw a proper breath for the first time in what could've been minutes or hours as far as they knew. In no small part because his hands finally pulled away from their cunts and they were given a chance to recover what few wits they could as they lay side by side staring up at him.

His enormous manhood was somehow even more swollen than before and the sheer amount of precum dripping fro the tip was incredible. Had they even the slightest bit of strength they might've done something about that gooey flood. At they very least they wouldn't have let it go to waste. Sadly they couldn't do anything except watch as he knelt down between them with a wide grin, his hands returning to their trembling cunts, rubbing their puffy lips and even the swollen bud at the crest of their pussies. His touch continued to feel absolutely incredible and yet with his dick just waiting to be touched and so tantalizingly close they could actually fulfill their desires neither Colette nor Abigail could resist. Curling inwards as much as they could and wiggling away from one another to bring themselves even closer they pulled his dick between them and immediately started lavishing it with the same passionate attention. Theirs hands glided up and down his length while their lips planted kisses all across the head and their tongues lapped up as much precum as they could get. The bittersweet taste was beyond words and so unlike anything they'd ever known they were practically addicted within seconds. Mouthful after mouthful was gulped down and yet there was never any end to the flow. No matter how much of his seed they drank he always had more to give and they relished every single drop as it burned down their throats and into their slowly filling stomachs.

And for a brief yet wonderful stretch of time that was all they had to focus on. As good as his fingers felt inside their cunts being able to taste his cock and drink down his cum was more than enough to occupy both women. Like every other stage of their spur of the moment adventure it probably would've been enough for quite a long time. They certainly had no complaints as they slobbered all over Askarr's dick, gradually coating more and more of it in spit until every inch they could feasibly reach with their mouths was dripping with evidence of their enthusiasm. But their companion was nothing if not eager to ready them for the real pleasure to be had and the longer they continued to worship his prick the more hungry he was to bury it inside their tight little slits. Fortunately for both Humans he was smart enough to know they couldn't possibly take all of him at once. Not if they wanted to survive the ordeal at least. So rather than trying the old fashioned way and letting them experience all manner of pain and discomfort in the process he chose a much more enjoyable, much more sloppy route: slowly but surely moving his fingers faster and harder inside their cunts. He started of slow and gentle as he tenderly stroked their most sensitive places and curled his fingers backwards in a steady rhythm. One so calm and understandable neither of his lovers even realized what he had in store for them.

And as they grew more enthralled with his cock and sank further into their own pleasure he subtly matched the intensity of their trembling walls. The harder they squeezed his digits the harder he pushed back against them in a constant ebb and flow that sent greater and greater waves of pleasure crashing through them. Yet as good as it felt it never quite overshadowed their musky intoxication. Not for a good long while, not until they were so unabashedly eager for anything and everything they were all but begging for him to let loose and ravish them properly. Before reaching that point Abigail and Colette were left to squirm and convulse against their mossy bedding, warmth trickling out of their bodies and their legs spreading further and further apart as they opened themselves for him. Soon their hips were moving in time to his endless ministrations, weakly gyrating and bucking against him in some thoughtless effort to enhance their own pleasure. At no point did their minds ever once make the conscious effort to act, or even truly realize what they were doing. Instinct guided them in every regard and the only thoughts they had were questions of how much better it could feel. And questions of how such a thing could feel better than anything they'd ever known. How it was possible for a strange to leave them so breathless with nothing but his fingers and mere existence of his cock. It was impossible for them to care about the answers amidst all the pleasure gradually rising and falling within them like the ebb and flow of the ocean itself but they certainly enjoyed wondering. Indeed it was all their functionally useless minds could do as they continued to kiss and lick and even suck on the meaty cock between them.

Although neither had any hope of properly wrapping their lips around a prick as massive as his they could still envelop as much of his tip as possibly and drink down all the precum he gave, their tongues scooping it into their waiting throats with unparalleled abandon. Of course neither of them could remain there for anywhere near as long as they might've wanted. Not while the other was beside them, eagerly waiting for her turn and often whimpering with unabashed desire in the process. But as easy as it would've been to ignore their friend and selfishly hog Askarr's dick all to themselves the thought never really occurred to Colette or Abigail. Sharing something so lewd and so perverted with one another was oddly thrilling in ways they'd never imagined before. It was hardly enough to overshadow the ever climbing ecstasy of his fingers stirring up their cunts but it certainly added another layer to the already overwhelming cacophony assailing them. Though as time wore on and his digits moved faster and harder within their bodies that simple joy was gradually eclipsed by something even greater. Most of the pleasures they'd been enjoying thus far were slowly but surely overwhelmed in the face of his raw strength as his digits churned in the depths of their cunts, lifting them off the ground with the force of his movements and only letting them fall back down again when they couldn't last another second. What'd once been gentle pressures against their sensitive spots turned into unrelenting assaults. Constant barrages sending bursts of pleasure surging to the very tips of their fingers and toes. All without either of them ever noticing any kind of change taking place.

Had anyone stumbled across them in those moments they would've found Abigail and Colette writhing in abject bliss, their bodies convulsing as they were lifted off the ground until only their heads remained against their mossy bedding. They would've seen warmth gushing out of both women's cunts in messy torrents, churned up by the fingers inside them and sent dripping across all three of their bodies. But even more strikingly they would've seen the pair slowly losing what little self control they had left, their bodies failing to respond to anything they wanted to do in favor of the only things they could do. No matter how badly they wanted to keep licking and sucking and tasting his musky cock even something as simple as that was thoroughly beyond them. Askarr was fast approaching his peak as his muscles bulged and his smile took on a wild bent. His fingers moved with a ferocity neither of his partners could truly appreciate even as their bodies were flooded with pleasure and the longer they were subjected to it the less they understood. Spasmodic tremors coursed through their own muscles, sending their limbs twitching in ways they couldn't hope to manage. Indeed before long they weren't even trying. About the best they could do was wrapping their shaking arms around his prick and holding on for dear life. Hugging each other as much as they did Askarr's manhood the pair slowly buried their faces beneath his still mightily twitching shaft, unable to face one another and certainly unable to let him see how impossibly lewd their faces were. But even if he couldn't witness their eyes rolling back in their heads and their tongues hanging out of their mouths he still felt every moment of the orgasms that eventually washed over them after some fifteen minutes of being ravished by his fingers.

Ecstasy coursed through them like an river flooding it's banks, washing away anything and everything in a powerful surge. Their backs curled upwards as their breathless moans reached a crescendo, their toes curled inwards as all their muscles contracted, and what little sense was left in their minds disappeared in a wave of bliss. For a single moment they were frozen in that wonderful position as his fingers continued assaulting their bodies. In the next they'd collapsed into quivering heaps of flesh, their plump bodies jiggling and bouncing with uncontrollable desire as fluids squirted from their cunts in messy torrents. Pleasure seemed to light up the very core of their bodies, settling alight everything within them in a way they'd never dreamed of. In ways they'd never even imagined. Compared to what little experience they had this was beyond their wildest dreams. It seemed downright impossible even as they were being subjected to it moment after unending moment. Askarr continued his unrelenting ferocity throughout their bliss, hastening every new surge and prolonging what might've otherwise been a far shorter climax into something that left them so unprepared they struggled to last in the face of it all. But they had no other choice. Even if they'd been coherent enough to speak they would've begged him to keep going in spite of their uncertainty gradually forming in the pits of their stomach. It simply felt too good to stop early, no matter how foolish their 'rational' thoughts might've been as the seconds stretched into minutes and their ecstasy only barely dimmed. If they were scared of something this wonderful what business did they have trying to leave Clearwater and see the wider world beyond?

Luckily for both of them Askarr was intimately familiar with causing those manner of feelings in his lovers and he knew full well how to counter them. Though doing so was quite the opposite of what he might've wanted he still lessened the ferocity of his movements as time wore on and their pleasure continued to crash through them both. In much the same way he'd brought them to that point he gently let them return to some kind of normality. It was a far cry from how they'd been before meeting him and certainly a far cry from what they thought they knew about ecstasy but compared to the thrashing, uncoordinated messes they'd been reduced to it was night and day. The less wildly he churned up their cunts and sent warmth spraying across their bodies the less greedily their inner walls spasmed and the slower his digits could move. In a beautiful give and take that slowly settled them into the afterglow of an experience they'd never forget he lowered them back onto their mossy beds. Although his calloused touch didn't vanish from their pussies for a good while longer when it finally did the pair sucked in what felt like their first true breath in days. Their incredible grip around his cock gradually weakened until they released it entirely and their faces were finally made visible again, their flushed cheeks and vacant stares proving his success as surely as anything else. But it wasn't until he finally rose to his feet sometime later than either of his lovers even questioned what happened next. That either of them could even form a rational thought to begin with. As a little flicker of adrenaline lanced through them and they irrationally feared he was about to depart they found their ragged, hoarse voices once more.

“Where are you going?”

“You're not leaving yet!”

“Of course I'm not leaving.” He rumbled, turning away from them to collect his waterskin, “You should both drink something.”

“Oh . . .”

“Why?”

“Because you'll faint if you don't.” Taking care not to drown them he slowly poured fresh, cool water into their mouths and they gulped down every last drop in spite of their confusion.

“Has that happened before?” Abigail asked.

“Many times.”

“How many times?” Colette wondered.

“Too many.” Their companion laughed. He gave them as much as they could possibly drink and after a hearty swig for himself he tossed the waterskin aside and said, “That was a wonderful start. Perhaps tomorrow we'll—”

“Tomorrow?! Why would we wait until tomorrow?!”

“You wish to continue now?”

Both women sat up as best they could and nodded their heads. Askarr grinned at them and stated, “You can't hope to take all of my cock in a single day. We'll need the entire week and maybe longer before that's possible.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

They looked at his massive dick for a moment and suddenly neither of them had much issue believing the truth of this words. Although that did little to dissuade them as Colette said, “I'm not ready to stop yet!”

“Nor am I!” Abigail agreed.

“Very well.” Moving closer to them and grinning down at their naked bodies he asked, “Who would like to try first?”

“Oh!”

“Uhm . . .”

His lovers hesitated for just a moment, once again glancing at each other before looking back at Askarr as they struggled with their sudden trepidation. In the end it was little surprise who found their courage first, “I will . . .” Colette insisted, “I will!”

Rolling onto her stomach and lifting her plump ass into the aif she bit her lower lip and sucked in a nervous little breath as she looked to Askarr. He smiled at her for a moment before glancing at Abigail with a slightly inquisitive stare, “S-She can go first!” His second lover agreed.

“As you wish.” Standing up to approach his companion only to kneel back down and take hold of her waist with one massive hand he quietly said, “Warn me if you can't bear it.”

Colette nodded and with that ever so slightly ominous notion hanging in the air he wrapped his fingers around his enormous cock and lifted it up to her pussy. She gasped as his precum and spit soaked tip brushed against her pussy and for just a moment she wondered if she was being foolhardy. A heartbeat his later enormous cock head was pushing inside her. Every thought vanished from her mind in the blink of an eye, every slightest notion or random desire disappearing in a flash. All to be replaced with a single, overwhelming truth: his dick was massive. Although his fingers had stretched her open much more than anything she'd ever experienced his manhood was something else entirely! The sheer pressure of it against her trembling open was beyond words and the longer he pushed the more time she had to feel just how considerable the differences in their bodies were. Within a few seconds his swollen tip had already opened her wider than even his fingers. Wider than she could really comprehend as she buried her face in the moss and squealed. Pleasure and pain cascaded through her in equal measure, neither able to beat the other as she trembled and did her best to both pull away yet remain exactly where she was. Thankfully his strong hold upon her waist kept her from doing anything but shuddering as he continued to sink deeper and deeper inside her. Centimeter by centimeter he spread apart her soft outer folds and widened her tight little entrance. Though it felt like an eternity or more as she squirmed and gasped for air and almost begged him to stop in truth it was only a few seconds before she finally experienced some part of his prick inside her. It was nowhere near as much as he had to offer, indeed it wasn't even the entirety of his cock head, but it was still unmistakably penetration.

Lifting her head and crying out as a warm deluge of precum oozed into her woefully unprepared cunt she tried to look back at him in disbelief but soon found herself stopped by the comforting smile of the woman laying beside her. Sliding in a close as she could and taking her companion's hand Abigail did what little she could to comfort her one, true friend. In truth there wasn't much of anything she could truly accomplish, she certainly had no way of lessening her pain nor enhancing her pleasure. But at the very least she could support her while she adjusted to the pillar of meat being gently pushed inside her impossibly small pussy. And though she couldn't quite speak amidst the bevvy of emotions swirling through her Colette nonetheless appreciated even the smallest gesture. Her inner walls were only widening further and further as Askarr pushed deeper inside her. The warmth of his seed felt incredible as it flooded her depths but the sheer scope of his prick as just the tip manage to widen her beyond all sense and reason prevented her from truly basking in it. But in a strange way the constant flashes of pain almost clarified the pleasure that came after. Eternally crystallizing her mind and thoughts so she was never completely unaware of what was happening and could never miss even a single shudder or twinge. And because of that when she finally felt the head of his cock fully slide into her body the intense rush of ecstasy, relief, pain, and uncertainty was felt in full. She could bask in the accomplishment of something so seemingly impossible while simultaneously remembering how much more of his manhood was left. She could appreciated the comparatively smaller shaft her entrance was now wrapped around as much as the continued flood of precum oozing into her body and pooling against her cervix.

“Would you like me to stop?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Are you going to—are you close to—will you—”

“I am close . . .”

“Then don't stop! Not until you . . .”

Though she was much too embarrassed to say it aloud Colette knew what she wanted. Every time she felt a new stream of precum oozing inside her she could think of little else. Until a twinge of pain lanced through her body when his endlessly throbbing cock swelled against her inner walls. But no matter how painful it might've been the pleasure was never fully eclipsed and that only continued to hold true as he pushed deeper into her cunt. Resuming the same slow, careful pace as before he slid just a little more of his cock inside her. Nowhere near enough to make her scream in agony or ecstasy but certainly enough to see his tip inch that much closer to the entrance of her womb. And for a second or two she was left to gasp and moan and relish the achievement that was taking such a massive dick inside her body. She looked to Abigail with a delirious smile and her friend tenderly stroked her hair the way she'd done since they were young. Her kind gesture continued even as her companion's delight turned to shock when Askarr's dick finally started to widen again and she was given a taste of just how massive he really was! Just how massively her body needed to stretch to fully accommodate a shaft so unimaginably thick and long. Shoving her own arm into her pussy would've stretched her out less and yet in spite of that insanity she never told him to stop. Nor did she truly want him to. Not even as she clawed at the mossy ground beneath her and moaned like a wild animal in the throes of giving birth as her pussy was opened wider than her mind could truly comprehend. Pain tinged pleasure was swirling through her body faster than ever and she could do nothing except shake and gasp for breath as it continued to assault her senses.

In the very back of her mind she knew he would stop eventually. That he couldn't possibly fit his entire length inside her their very first time. Maybe he'd pause for her sake. Maybe he'd pause because Abigail told him to. Maybe he'd explode inside her before he could fully break her. Whatever the cause might be she knew he couldn't go on forever and that knowledge was the only thing keeping her sane as she continued to stretch around his prick. Little by little his throbbing tip sank into her body and the further it reached the more her trembling entrance widened around the thickest parts of his incredible yet incredibly massive shaft. More than once she tried to look back and see just how much she'd actually taken, to see how much thicker it was going to get before he stopped. But each and every time she tried she couldn't bring herself to follow through. Sometimes it was a twinge of ecstasy or a flash of discomfort as he swelled against her most tender places. Other times she was stopped by her friend's kind smile and comforting presence. Many time she was just too much of a coward to see how gigantic his prick really was as it descended further and further into her body. Some part of her instinctively knew he was fart approaching her cervix, the pressure of all his precum building against her second entrance proving far more amazing than she could've expected. But what would actually happen when he arrived she couldn't say. Though in reality she couldn't say much of anything, unless breathy whimpers and long, low groans could be considered speech. Colette simply had no choice but to wait and experience whatever came next like she'd experienced everything that'd happened so far. And much like the rest of what'd happened to her she was not left wanting.

Pushing into her with just a little bit more force than before Askarr sent the head of his manhood colliding with her cervix just hard enough to push all the air from Colette's lungs in a single, prolonged wheeze. Her eyes immediately rolled back in her head as a pressure she'd never imagined before hit her like a charging boar. For the first time since he started pleasure overcame pain just enough to make every inch of her tremble. It probably wouldn't have lasted much longer than a second or two had the sudden spasming of her already tight inner walls done exactly what her lover hoped they would. Every bit as overwhelmed as her he let out a groan and pushed his tip against the entrance to her womb with just a bit more force as is endurance waned. Her body gripped him like never before and growled like a caged animal. Abigail looked up at him in surprise, her mouth falling open as she watched something almost feral come over him. His eyes glittered and he bared his teeth as his body tensed. All of his muscles seemed to contract at once and she watched his cock visibly swell even more inside the tight little cunt he'd pushed it into. He hadn't even fit a third of his length inside Colette and every inch left outside her trembling slit was growing more than she thought possible. Entirely unable to help herself she slowly sat up to watch his balls tighten in exactly the same way. A split second later her companion was crying out in pleasure as her body was pushed beyond the breaking point and her mind struggled to keep up with the sensations coursing through it. Everything seemed to pause for just a moment, one single heartbeat as he sat perched on the edge of an eruption while his companions waited eagerly for it.

A heartbeat later cum was erupting out of him in a massive geyser, absolutely drowning Colette's pussy and sending them both into shuddering convulsions. Huge strands of stark white seed erupted from her overflowing cunt within seconds as every last drop already inside was pushed right back out again by each new spurt. And when her inner walls started to contract and spams around the massive dick basting her in jizz those gooey strands only spurted out faster. Slopping across the rest of his shaft or splattering across the mossy ground between them every gooey drop seemed thicker and more copious than anything a Human might produce. Indeed everything about his arousal seemed greater as Askarr unleashed jet after massive jet inside her body. The pungent smell of his fluids were even more intoxicating than his natural musk, both women practically drowning in the scent as it filled the air all around them. Though of course only one could truly appreciate the heady bouquet that sent her mind into a daze and her body into shuddering fits. The other was much too busy being flooded with more seed than her body could ever hope to take. Enough to completely drown her womb and leave her a bloated, trembling mess. If only he'd pushed through her cervix to enter her depths. It was a notion that'd sounded downright absurd after his first impact and one she'd never even considered before meeting her barbarous lover. But in the heat of the moment, as he was drenching her thighs in spunk and emptying bucketfuls of semen inside her cunt, she almost lamented not being able to do more than they already had. That she hadn't gone even further and let him truly ravish her body before emptying those gorgeously massive balls into her. And after thirty seconds of feeling him flood her pussy that was the only thought left in her delirious mind.

Until her lover slowly retreated and she felt his prick rubbing against her cum splattered inner walls for several wonderful moments. Followed by a loud pop and the unexpected pain and pleasure of his tip emerging amidst a final shower of cum. Then she was left to wonder how she could ever be with anyone or anything other than a beast of an entity like him. Especially as she collapsed into the gooey mess beneath her and felt her trembling cunt struggle to close in the aftermath of what'd happened. It felt as if he'd left her once tight sex a gaping, cavernous mess that could never be repaired. Not even by the most powerful magic available. The reality was a bit less dramatic but no less sloppy. Her pussy was indeed stretched open and wholly incapable of shutting on it's own, but only enough that he could slide two fingers inside without much difficulty. Her body wasn't anywhere near as wrecked as she felt it to be, much to her eventually disappointment. Although Colette wouldn't be able to appreciate that fact or indeed much of anything for quite some time as she lay there with her legs splayed and his seed still bumbling out of her pussy. She had no strength left to do anything but moan and suck in a few ragged breaths. Everything else was thoroughly beyond her. She couldn't even comprehend what her companions were doing as Askarr looked to Abigail with a knowing smile.

“I suppose it's your turn . . .”

“I-I'm not sure I c-can bear it!” She stammered, “N-Not yet!”

“I understand.”

“Y-You do?”

“Of course. We have a week to prepare you. To prepare both of you.”

“Yes we do!”

Standing up and stretching his legs Askarr grinned down at her and said, “Would you like to stop for now?”

Abigail looked down at her delirious friend and watched the cum bubbling out of her pussy with a strange look on her face. “No . . .” She finally said.

“No?”

“No . . . I-I want to continue!”

“I see . . .” Knelling beside her and offering an impish smile as his cock swelled again he asked in a low, husky voice, “What do you desire?”

Their eyes locked and she stared deep into his unflinching gaze for several moments before nervously yet excitedly answering, “So much more!”