Conquering Her (LitRPG Fantasy Story)

by Rachel Blinkman

  “Yeah, bitch!” The barbarian raider grasped her head. “Suck my big cock. Suck it in deep, all the way to my balls… suck me, royal whore.”

  Hannah looked up at him with watering eyes and nodded her eagerness, aroused immensely by his dirty talk. She had him halfway down again she felt her gag reflex kick in. Closing her eyes and calming herself, she fought the urge to throw up and instead took more of him in. She knew she could do it. She wanted to do it. Her hands reached for Hagarth’s tight powerful buttocks and she dug her nails into the toughened flesh. More and more of his enormous cock went down her straining throat until she could feel his pubic hairs brush under her nose and his huge hairy balls bump against her drool-soaked chin.

  It felt good, strange and constricting, but so good to have a foot long piece of rock hard meat embedded down her throat. She wondered if he would cum then, directly down her gullet and into her trembling belly. She had to make him cum, make him fuck her mouth with his monster cock. And Hagarth seemed to have just that very idea as he slowly pulled back, about halfway and then pushed in all the way. She could hear his men cheer him on, and even though she couldn’t see them, she knew they were devouring it all with their lecherous eyes. And the thought of that made her pussy bubble and drip like a leaking faucet.

  Oh, how she desperately wanted this man to fuck her. She wanted him to ram his rock hard member deep into her seething furnace. Maybe if she could get him further aroused, or rile him up by insulting him, he would forget about the ransom and fuck her like the savage beast he appeared to be. His grunts and groans told her she was doing a great job with her gurgling throat, swallowing him down all the way to the root. His monster cock had her obsessed; a need unlike anything she had ever experienced took over her senses. She just had to get him to fuck her.

  “Mmhhnn… so good.” Hannah moaned and looked up at the barbarian chief with tear filled yet lustful eyes. She released his cock from her mouth and smeared his precum and her saliva all over her face, neck and breasts. His ragged breathing at the sight of her of her doing that had got to get him excited enough to fuck her, she hoped. She wondered what his release would taste like, his precum was delicious enough. She remembered Sir Randal’s erupting release when she had played with his raging erection by the stream that day. The taste of Randal’s erupting release was divine, and she hoped Hagarth’s would be just as good. But never the less, her objective was to bring him to climax in her mouth. She fondled his large hairy balls with one hand as she kept sucking on the cockhead and stroking the shaft with her other hand. She felt him stiffen and buck his hips gently to push more of his sheer size down her willing throat.

  “Oh, princess.” Hagarth moaned. “Yes, keep that up… and I will soon… uh… fill your sweet mouth with my seed.”

  Hannah nodded eagerly, that was exactly what she wanted. She wriggled her tongue under his thick shaft and took more of his meaty cock down her throat. She could feel the apple sized cockhead throb deep down the back her throat. She gagged and almost convulsed, and his pleasurable grunt at that excited her even more. The reflexive vibrations of her throat were stimulating all the sensitive zones of his cockhead and he acknowledged his pleasure by roughly grabbing her head and thrusting his hips harder at her face.

  “Here I come, royal whore… swallow it all, drink my potent… ohhh uuhhhrr…” The huge man cried out and threw his head back.

  The cheers from the on-looking men fueled Hannah’s lusty drive as her eyes bulged with his cock expanded in her mouth, making her gag and choke. A hot splash of his semen exploded down her throat; she gagged hard, swallowed the rush frantically and gagged even harder still. Her body shuddered as violently as the barbarian’s did. Streams of Hagarth’s hot cum dribbled down her chin and over his iron-hard shaft with her hands pumping up and down it. She pulled back her head easing the monster shaft out till only the discharging cockhead was in her hungry mouth. She took his gushing cum on her tongue and relished the taste of him. His powerful orgasm seemed endless as she swallowed deep gulps of it. He tasted just as good, if not better than Randal, and Hannah felt the need to now have that righteous knight’s cock in her mouth again. Perhaps she would again someday.

  The pulsing heat between her thighs intensified and she felt her arousal dripping down her shivering legs. She went on sucking and stroking the barbarian chieftain’s expending organ, eager to drain it to the last delicious drop. Hagarth squeezed out the last few drips of his seed and she swallowed it all eagerly, her flushed face and heaving breasts coated with his cream. She sucked harder on the cockhead, eager to clean every drop and dribble off it. Stroking away possessively on the near foot and half length of his monster tool, Hannah felt it slowly begin to recede in hardness and girth.

  “Oh, by the gods… blown by a princess, now I am truly a king.” Hagarth said with a wide grin on his sweaty face.

  “Oh… wow! I still can’t believe I managed to take all of it into my mouth.” Hannah said excitedly, still fondling the snake like organ in her slender hands. It was still preposterously large and weighty, even with half the engorging blood draining away from it. “This thing could rival a horse… not that I have ever seen a horse’s thing up so close… er…”

  “Well then, you are not far from it.” Hagarth had a wicked leer on his face. “Turn around and spread your pretty pink bunghole to be mounted like a mare, by this horse of a man.”

  Hannah’s fearful eyes went wide and she swallowed hard, the taste of his semen still lingering on her tongue. Was she ready to be impaled anally by his frightening organ? Her head felt light and she looked at him in terror. The enticing smile on his rugged face gave her courage and she just had to have him inside her, it didn’t matter where he had to do it; every strand of her person wanted him to do it.

  She gave him a sultry smile and turned around, pushing her eager butt up at him. Doubts if she could take all of him in her, she pushed away. She noticed that his cock was already on the rise and soon it would be as hard and erect as when she started to suck him off.

  “Oh God, please let it fit… all the way in.” Hannah prayed as a chill rushed down her body.

  His large hand rested on her rump and reminded her of the spanking she enjoyed from him earlier. Would he do that again? Oh, how she would love that. Hagarth didn’t strike her buttock, but caressed the squeezed on the soft white buns instead. His large iron fingers spread her cheeks apart and she felt the ticklish sensation on his beard on her crack. His lips pushed in between her spread buns and she jerked upward as his probing tongue shot into her sensitive little rectal hole.

  Hannah gasped as his tongue pushed its way in deeper, coating her poop chute with his slick saliva. Her whole body shook with fear and anticipation, and also a fair amount of excitement. Something thick nudged at her slick and puckered hole and she stiffened. But it was not his cock, not quite yet. Hagarth slowly inserted his thick forefinger into her tight anal cavity. She felt her belly quiver violently as she clenched her buttocks in reflex. His laughter and that of his watching men gave her courage and she relaxed, allowing him to push in his finger deeper.

  When she relaxed, she felt better. Her muscles eased, opening herself up to him further. She pushed her hips back at him, urging him for more. His grunt of approval sent a shiver though her as she felt his finger wiggle deep inside her. He pulled out his finger and then stuck in his bulbous thumb. She was totally aroused now, and clenched her butt again, this time to squeeze at his thick thumb. He laughed and pulled out again. She looked back to see him getting into position. His cock was at its hardest again and she couldn’t wait to have him fill her to the hilt inside her.

  The barbarian grinned at her as he pushed the thick cockhead against the stretched entrance of her nether. She stiffened at the sensation, feeling her tight asshole clinch and release with anticipation. Her breath was sharp and rapid and she felt her stomach lurch, but she wanted this more than anything else right then. She wanted him to rip into her and fill the empty nee
d her body was suffering from.

  Hagarth pushed his hips forward; almost half of his cockhead was lodged in. He kneaded her tensed thighs to ease the blood flow and help her to relax. He seemed quite experienced at this, she understood, and felt safe that she was in good hands. She wiggled her hips and relaxed her nerves, spreading her butt wider for his enormous cock to slide in. The head was almost in, making her feel tight and stuffed already, and there was still another foot and quarter of his cock to go.

  “Oh, fuck!” Hannah moaned. “Hagarth, you beast… you’re going to rip me into two… you’re so fucking huge. Fuck me, baby… fuck my virgin little asshole.”

  “Uunghh, Princess.” The huge bear of a man grunted and grasped her yielding hips roughly. “You make my blood boil like no other…”

  Yes. Yes. He was going to push his cock all the way in. Oh, it would hurt, but it also felt so good. Hannah shut her eyes tight and bit down on her lip. Her nails dug into the grass on the ground. The shouts of encouragement and laughter from the watching men only heightened her lust and desire. She felt his thickness slowly penetrating, her body shook and she opened her mouth to let out a silent scream.

  “Chief Hagarth!” She heard someone suddenly call out. The warrior sounded agitated and not as excited and encouraging as the gathered spectators. “We are under attack… to the south of the caravan.”

  Her heart sank. Was that another band of raiders attacking Hagarth and his berserkers? She prayed desperately that it would not be so, even as the barbarian chief hastily drew his cock out of her agonized body and buttoned up his breeches hurriedly.

  “To me, my warriors.” Hagarth roared and raised his massive broadsword high over his head. “To battle. Yarr-aarrgghh!”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Hannah narrowed her eyes to get a better view. It appeared as if Hagarth and his men had captured a couple of new prisoners. The raiders were pushing and shoving the two newcomers between them as they made their way back to the camp laughing and jeering. She covered herself as best she could with her ripped gown and as the new captives got closer, her eyes went wide and a sharp gasp escaped her open mouth.

  Kaenen wore a sullen expression on his face; one of his eyes was shut and blackened. And beside him, Randal the Righteous, bruised and bleeding, moved forward with stumbling footsteps. The two men had their hands bound behind their backs and their ankles hobbled, and as they came within her view, the look of defeat in their eyes broke her heart.

  “Behold, fair princess.” Hagarth had a wide leer on his rugged face. “Your former boyfriend and the blessed knight he fetched to rescue you. They bring with them no ransom, and sadly, nor the skills to make a rescue.”

  “What shall we do with them, chief?” One of his tall warriors asked with clenched teeth.

  “We will let the pretty princess decide?” Hagarth gave her chilling glare. “Choose, my pretty. Which one would you like to keep as your pet, and which one dies?”

  “What? No!” Hannah felt sick to her stomach. “You cannot make me choose between them… that is so fucking inhuman.”

  “Then they will choose for themselves… and entertain us in the bargain.” The huge warrior laughed. “A fight to the death.”

  The prospect of them fighting over her was exciting, but Hannah resisted the thrill she felt for it. She knew it wasn’t her but her character in the game, Princess Hélène, whose instincts were playing out as her own. She couldn’t watch the two men, who only wished well for her, fight over her to the death. There had to be a way to spare them this horrid fate.

  “Princess, I have failed you.” She heard the sadness in Randal’s voice. “Choose the boy, he had the courage to find me and convince me to come to this rescue… he is worthy of you.”

  “Much as I appreciate that, knight, I cannot live with the conscience of your death on my hands.” Kaenen sounded older for his youthful age. “Choose him, princess, for he is a man of honor, a man who will give his life for you. He followed the caravan as soon as we left, and he when knew we were raided, he ran after us all the way. That is why I was able to find him so quickly.”

  “Har-Arh-Har!” Hagarth threw back his head and laughed. “All this grand talk of chivalry will make my dick fall off. But I am not a heartless man… I can see, you are an exceptional woman, princess, one that can get strong men to dance to her tune… and for that I will make you a bargain. I will set them both free, to be on their way, were you to choose to stay with me. If you do not, then the one you choose among them will have to fight me… not to the death, but mere disarmament. The winner will have you, whether you like it or not.”

  “I agree to your generous proposal, Chief Hagarth.” Hannah nodded at the tall man with a smile on her lush red lips. “I choose…

  Randal Kaenen Hagarth

  Randal

  “Randal.” Hannah said without hesitation, staring right at the shaken knight of the realm.

  “Good choice!” Hagarth roared. “I have always wanted to face an anointed knight in combat… and now I can die happy.”

  “This duel is not to death.” Randal stepped up to Hagarth. “As you have stated yourself, or do you intend to go back on your word.”

  “Dying happy was a mere figure of speech, knight.” Hagarth laughed. “If your skills and your blade are as dull as your mind, then I have well and truly won.”

  “It will be my pleasure to disappoint you, barbarian.” Randal grabbed at his longsword as one of the raiders hurled it to him.

  “Make room.” Hagarth nodded at the gathering. “This is going to be a duel to remember.”

  Sudden fear gripped at Hannah. What had she done? Did she doom Sir Randal the Righteous? Did she have the right to have men give their lives for her? Hannah knew that she didn’t, but here, in this virtual reality, she was the Princess Hélène… and that set her apart from ordinary everyday women. Or did it?

  “Princess Hélène, it is a great honor to fight for you.” Randal saluted her with his sword. “And if I were to fail this day, I shall remove myself from your presence forever more.”

  Hagarth laughed out loud as he flexed his massive arms and waved his immense broadsword around in flashing arcs of brilliant light. “Well met, fool of a knight. I see the wench means much to you… come and claim her.”

  Hagarth’s tall warriors formed a tight circle around the two warriors and thumped the flats of their huge swords against their dense wooden shields. A battle chant went up among them, loud enough to instill fear into their enemies’ hearts. The two tall duelists circled each other as they gauged one another’s strengths and weaknesses. Hagarth laughed heartily above the ringing sound of steel on steel as their great swords clashed with a shower of blue and white sparks.

  Hannah shook with fear and excitement as she watched from outside the circle of warriors, her slender arms wrapped around herself. She couldn’t understand the mixed feelings of sadness and desire, lust and fear, anger and pride that washed over her in turns. Never had two mighty men, or any men for that matter, ever fought over her like this. She cringed at the deafening sounds of their clashing great swords again and again. The piercing ring of the toughened steel stung her ears, yet the need to watch kept her going. She reveled in the urge to witness this contest; a sense of wicked pleasure filled her at the panorama of two men that desired her at each other’s throats. One of them might die, she was afraid, and yet the thrill of that possibility excited her no end.

  “You are a good swordsman, knight…” Hagarth was panting as he skillfully blocked another one of Randal’s powerful and precise sword strokes.

  Randal did not reply. Instead he wisely conserved his vigor and concentrated his strength to focus on his powerful attacks. He leaped back adroitly to evade a well aimed thrust at his belly. Hagarth grinned at him and licked his lips. Hannah could see the barbarian leader’s steel blue eyes brim with hate even as the knight held a calm and serene gaze. It became apparent to her that Hagarth’s might and strength were beginning to wane
, and Randal’s discipline and focus was giving the knight the upper hand. And that warmed her heart, however briefly.

  Their massive swords clashed violently again, sparks flew all around them as sharp edges of their blades compellingly slid against each other. Their swords locked down at the hilts and the flexed muscles of their arms strained. The two men of might pushed at each other, opposing each other’s great strength. Hannah felt for both men, her heart was torn for she found each man worthy in his own right, and yet she found the scales tip in favor of the knight just by a hair’s breadth. Though she knew a rigidly honorable man like Randal might decide to uphold his honor and take her back to what she was escaping from, she decided staying with Hagarth was not going to be a wiser option in the long run. He was an uncivilized barbarian, and many women he had enjoyed and would further enjoy. When he eventually tired of her, she was sure he would give her to his men for sport or just sell her off as a slave to someone worse. Randal, despite his sense of loyalty, would be an easier man to coerce and seduce with more conviction than she could the raider chief, she reasoned.

  “You will die, naïve knight…” Hagarth panted and pushed his sword down into the hard ground to hold himself up. The disciplined knight was proving to be the better man and fighter, even if by just the narrowest of margins. And he was a man of honor as well, for he held back to allow the raider chief to regain his breath.

  “Your limits have been tested, my lord barbarian.” Randal remarked politely as he waited for his next attack.