When Peter left the rat hole that had served him as
accommodation for the last two days he could be proud of himself. He had won
over half a dozen show fights and won every fight in force. He had earned more
than 12 gold coins and certainly as much in silver coins. With this he was able
to stay afloat for at least a while and buy a decent piece of equipment. He
opted for wide linen trousers and a vest made of sturdy leather. In addition a
reasonable sword veil for the back and a simple hunting bow with quiver. Then
he bought a water bag, some dried meat and a blanket. With the latter he even
put down some more money so that he got a comfortable and clean one. He had no
desire for more vermin than was absolutely necessary. The two women who had his
spirit bewitched for him were still at his side and were completely in bondage
to him. However, he could not take them with him and so he left them behind.
With several descriptions given to him by the old man he
could plan a rough path how to proceed. He had to travel about 100 miles north
to reach the Canyon of Ten Thousand Hearts. There he would have to finally
decide in which direction he would go. Behind the canyon, the heartlands began.
The next kingdoms were the kingdom of Goth, which lay in the northeast and the
kingdom of the Dragons in the east. In the west, however, lay the great sea in
which the kingdom of Atlantis had once perished. Some legends told of terrible
dangers near the coast and angelic sirens. As he was not strong enough to fight
an empire, he would probably wander along the coast to the land of the Picts in
the north. There he would subjugate the savages and then attack one of the
empires with them as sacrificial lambs. Only when he had united a real army
under his banner would he dare to take action against one of the larger
kingdoms.
Maybe he would find some men and women who would be useful
to him on the way there. It was told that the Warrior Queen Red Mary had been
spotted here a few weeks ago. He had heard a lot about this warrior who had an
eternal feud with the thief Felicity the black Cat who was called after her
Mother, the Dark Cat. Some rumored that this thief was a descendant of the cat
goddess from Goth who was the lover of the Dark Knight. However, he could
hardly imagine that something was wrong with it. He couldn't imagine a goddess
flirting with a demon. However, Selina was also the goddess of thieves. So not
exactly the noblest of all gods.
When he walked through a long canyon and endured the heat,
dryness and wildness of the land with a stormy calm that only people of his
nation were capable of, he saw some hyenas sitting in front of him and probably
eating. Crom felt kindly about him. Today he would not have to pull from dried
dry flesh but there would be delicious fresh mutts! Hastily he jumped behind a
rock and pulled his hunting bow. He aimed briefly and watched the arrow
approach his target. He heard a short whimper, but it quickly sank into the
howling of the other fleeing animals. In a good mood he ran forward and then
saw what the hyenas had eaten. There lay some human corpses that had probably
only been dead for a few hours. The hyenas had started to eat them and the
condition of the corpses was accordingly.
Peter grabbed his hunt and looked contemptuously at the 2
corpses on the ground.
"Crom will not welcome you for sure! Food for mutts!
PAH" he spat out and went on.
But now he was more cautious because more enemies could be
nearby. But until sunset he didn't find any further tracks which indicated that
someone was still in the canyon. When he withdrew to his fire in the evening
and fried the carcass of the hyena over the fire, he sighed. He still had a
long way to go and many things were beyond his means at the moment. But his
uncle had taught him many things before he had ascended the throne and Peter
had always listened to him. His uncle Ben had been an old experienced warrior
whose courage and foresight was extraordinary. He had also recognized Peter as
a worthy king early on. He had taught him how to knock down the wild boar with
bare fists, how to hunt the mammoth in the icy fields. It was he who had sent
the most beautiful slaves into his tent on his first crusade so that the young
boy would become a man.
Laughing he
held the thigh of the hyena to heaven and remembered his uncle.
"With
Great Power comes a great harem" he laughed and succumbed to memories of
better times.
But his
uncle was Death, as was the rest of his tribe. His kingdom was under the
control of the crazy goblins and their even crazier goblin king, who was called
only the Green. Neither he nor others could have prevented it. They had come in
the night and invaded his realm like a green storm of claws, mouths and the
like. He had watched his mother being raped by dozens of goblins and his uncle
also being killed trying to save his wife. It was only thanks to the sacrifice
of some of his most loyal servants that he himself had escaped. For a long time
he had wandered around seeking revenge until he had found the cave of his
ancestors. At this place he had received the sign of Arachnia on his chest as a
child. At this place he swore one day to come back and destroy the tribe of
goblins.
But
southern civilization had a strange influence on him. His senses became numb
and his arm tired of the celebrations, the women and the smoky herb. Before he
knew it, he had been thrown into chains and taken away. But which chains could
hold a son of Crom for a long time? He strangled his tormentor and fucked his
wife and daughter until they stopped begging for mercy and begged for more.
Then he had cut their throats and cleansed himself of shame with her blood in
honor of Crom. But then the men's henchmen had come and brought him into the
desert. But soon he would rise again and have all the power he desired.
The spirit
that now inhabited his body would help him. However, he did not trust this
being very much either. So far he had only scratched the surface of what the
Violet Voice was capable of. One day, however, he would find a way to learn
more about this occult being and his motives.
And then he
saw a movement on the rocks in front of him. There were perhaps 200 feet in
front of him. Hastily he extinguished the fire and thanked Crom for the wind
coming from a favourable direction. He hastily lay down on the ground and saw
her just as she knocked off the head of a warrior who looked like a madman. Her
red hair whirled around in the moonlight and Peter could see her body clearly.
Wrapped in a tight leather briefs, she otherwise wore only a gorgeous leather
and iron bra. High boots that went almost to her knees. Her body was probably
the sharpest weapon Peter had ever seen and the green eyes, together with the
red hair, had immediately captivated him.
The Red
Mary!
That must
have been the famous warrior who had been cast out by the Amazons. It was said
that no man was equal to her in battle and that no man could ever meet her
demands. As an Amazon she had a great talent in combat but she was more of a
local legend than that she was really famous throughout the empires. However,
in this deserted wasteland of civilization, she had certainly given man either
the most beautiful hours or also the last hours.
But Peter
didn't care about all that. The moment he had seen her fire red hair, her
sensual full lips and her emerald eyes he wanted her. He wanted to use her ...
feel her ... feel his head between her tits ... and hear her whimper his name!
With an
angry cry of challenge he jumped up and drew his sword. Even on this distance
the red-haired woman could clearly hear him and turned to him. She recognized a
challenge no matter how far away she was. With a shrill scream she answered and
raised both short swords as rejoinders. The two approached each other and Peter
felt how his greed was still growing and he could hardly think because of lust.
He walked towards this woman as if bewitched and could think of nothing but her
body. They were not far away from each other and he could see a superior grin
in their faces. He could clearly see their huge tits being pushed up through
the tight top. His whole world seemed to be reduced to these two tits.
Dull he
could see that on her right hand a golden ring was glowing and her grin became
wider. He stood in front of her and couldn't get enough of this woman. Her eyes
glowed like Sapphire. Like Sapphires forged from stars. He hardly noticed that
she was raising one of her swords.
"Another
idiot!" she laughed as his head warned him of imminent danger. Never
before had an enemy been able to surprise him, never before had they been able
to ambush him. The most powerful of his tribe were convinced that it was a gift
from the heraldic animal of his people. The sense of the spider.
As if from
an innate reflex, he ripped his bastard sword up and felt a pain twitching
through his arm as he unexpectedly encountered resistance. But Red Mary's face
was even more amazed when she saw how her short sword had been parried by him.
Then she felt him come to her. It was almost as if she had kicked a horse. This
guy had the strength of 10 guys! She was thrown back and screamed in pain.
Never before had a man been able to resist her. Since she had found the ring of
the Star Sapphires in the grave of the nameless whore every man had succumbed
to her. And yet this wretch had managed to break the spell.
Holding her
belly in pain she grinned and spat out the blood before grinning at him.
"I
would be almost impressed! If you weren't such a dirty male pig" she
laughed and lifted the blades. "There is more than one way to kill you!
And believe me! I will be the only one who enjoys that!" She screamed
almost shrieking and jumped onto a ledge to cushion herself from there and
bring it to the ground with a two-handed attack on the air.
Peter shook
his head briefly. WITCHCRAFT! This miserable whore had bewitched him! He almost
fell victim to her sword. But he had been able to free himself from her spell!
He saw her jump elegantly and deftly from the rocks towards him. He tore his
sword high over his head and grabbed it with both hands. With the momentum she
had gained by this jump the impact would become violent. Even for him. But even
if his muscles were stretched to the point of breaking, he remained firm. No
inch he gave way to her furious storm. Snarling she landed in front of him. Her
blades pressed against his she growled at him murderously.
"Was
that all you can do as a woman? Then this fight will soon be over! And in the
end I take the loot" Peter laughed and grinned at her wildly.
"PAH!
I will cut off your tail and wear it as a warning sign for all other men! Even
if it will probably be hard to see! Surely he is downright tiny" she
laughed.