by Dante King
“Now, this won’t do at all.”
A familiar voice echoed through the large room. Ben opened his eyes and sat up, turning slightly to see who’d entered the room. Through the fog and steam, Ben could make out Sybil. While he couldn’t see her face, there was no mistaking her impossibly curvaceous figure.
“What won’t do at all?” Ben asked with a wry tone. “Can’t a Forgotten Ruler relax now and then?” He spoke with a playful tone.
She stepped toward him, her wide hips swaying back and forth, her breasts bouncing, with each step she took. Ben felt his cock twitch to life under the water, but paid no attention to it. After all, he didn’t yet know for what reason she’d come.
“Of course, the Forgotten Ruler can relax every now and then. I wouldn’t be doing my job if he weren’t.”
Sybil stepped out of the steam, emerging from the foggy blur and allowing Ben to see her up close. The aurochkin had nothing on but a white, flitty robe, the hem barely covering the tops of her shapely legs, the top open and exposing nearly all of her titanic breasts. And the sly smile she wore on her lips made it clear what she’d come for.
She stepped over and sat on the edge of the tub, glancing down at the water, at his body, at his cock. Then her eyes returned to his.
“I merely came to make sure that your relaxation was all that it could be, my lord. I’m sure these herbs are working wonders—I selected them myself. But they’re nothing without a skilled pair of hands to apply them.”
Ben liked where this was going.
“Well,” he said. “If you think there’s something more you could add to my relaxation, then I won’t stop you.”
She flashed him another smile.
“That’s all I needed to hear. Now, let me do what I do best, alright?”
Ben nodded. Sybil slowly rose from the side of the tub, turning around and making her way over to the tray of herbs and oils. And when she turned, it was impossible for Ben not to notice that her short robe didn’t even reach the bottom of her ass, instead putting the lower few inches right there for the viewing. He watched as the round flesh of her rear jiggled with each step. He couldn’t help but imagine it bouncing up and down on his cock, bringing him to orgasm.
He pushed the image from his mind, not wanting to become distracted from the moment. When Sybil reached the tray, she bent over slightly, enough to expose more of her ass, along with a hint of her bare pussy. Ben shifted where he sat, his cock hard as a stone by this point.
“Here it is,” she said, turning and presenting a curved bottle of light orange liquid. “Just what I was looking for.”
She turned, and Ben slowly brought his gaze up along her body, stopping at her eyes. The smile stayed on Sybil’s lips, and he could sense that she was more than happy for the attention.
“What is it?” Ben asked as she stepped back over to the bath.
“It’s something special—an oil that provides… increased lubrication. It’s heaven on the muscles, providing a lovely sensation of warmth. And the best part is that it doesn’t dissipate in water.”
Sybil stopped at the edge of the bath. Then she opened the bottle, a scent that somehow smelled like heat filling the air, a warm, spicy smell that Ben found himself enjoying. Sybil poured a healthy amount of the oil onto her palm, then set the bottle aside.
Then she scrunched her brow, as if something had occurred to her.
“This oil is wonderful,” she said. “But you don’t want it on your clothes. Would you mind taking mine off for me, my lord?” She flicked her eyes down, referring to her robe.
“With pleasure.”
Ben reached forward and took the sash of her robe into his hand. With a quick tug, he had it open. Her body was now nearly fully on display, from her ripe, round thighs to the patch of dark hair above her pussy all the way up to her breasts. But the flaps of the robe barely managed to cover her nipples.
“Hold the bottom,” she said.
Ben did, letting go of the sash and taking the hem. Once he had it, Sybil turned and slipped out of the robe.
Her body was mouthwatering, just as it had been before. She was thick and ripe, curvy in all the right places. Her hips were wide and round, her breasts enormous but still perfectly shaped, her nipples large and dark. Ben wanted her like mad. But he could sense from the smile on her lips that she was going to make him wait for what he wanted.
“Now,” she said. “Is there room for one more?”
“Of course,” Ben replied.
“Behind you, is what I’m thinking. Better angles.”
Ben wasn’t about to second-guess her. He scooted forward, giving Sybil enough space to ease into the tub behind him. She stepped behind the bath and then into the water. It wasn’t long before she was behind him, the softness of her breasts against the wide span of his upper back.
“This is interesting,” she said as she placed her hands onto his shoulders.
“What’s interesting?”
“You’ve… changed since the last time I saw you without clothes. Your muscles are bigger. You seem… stronger.”
Ben let out an amused snort. “I guess the lifestyle of a Forgotten Ruler is a pretty good fitness regimen.”
“I’ll say. Now, relax and let me do what I do best.”
She began rubbing his shoulders, working the oil into the knots of his muscles. Ben couldn’t help but let out a long ahhh as she massaged him, her strong, skilled hands melting away the tension in his body bit by bit.
Ben closed his eyes and let Sybil work, her touch traveling down, down, the warmth from the oil spreading and tingling wherever her fingers went. She massaged his shoulders, then his upper back, then the muscles along his spine. And just like she’d said, the oil stayed on her hands just the same as if it weren’t underwater.
It wasn’t long before her hands were below his waist. She leaned forward as she rubbed his thighs, Sybil’s lips close enough that Ben could feel the soft, warm exhalation of her breath. She pressed her fingertips into his thighs, then moved back up until her hands were at the base of his cock.
“Relax, Ben,” she said as she cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. “Let me take care of everything.”
Ben was all too eager to accept her invitation. He slid back against her, Sybil’s breasts functioning as the perfect pillows. She kept her left hand on his balls, rubbing and squeezing them in just the right way as her other hand slowly traveled up his length. The warmth of the oil combined with her touch felt like total heaven, and Ben couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure.
Sybil knew just how to touch him, her fingertips making slow circles around the bottom of his head, her other hand cupping his base and balls. Soon she was in a perfect rhythm, and he watched transfixed as she stroked him. He felt an orgasm begin to rise in him from down below, but he pushed it aside, not wanting to finish so quickly.
“Does that feel good, my lord?” she asked.
Ben didn’t answer with words, instead nodding with his eyes closed, another grunt of pleasure escaping from him.
“Now,” she said. “I can finish you like this—nothing would make me happier. Or, if you’re in the mood, I can give you more.”
Ben didn’t have to think about what his answer would be. He reached down under the water and placed his hands on hers, stopping what she was doing. Then he turned and grinned.
“You know I want more.”
She matched his grin with one of her own. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Sybil glanced to the side, toward the edge of the bath. “Why don’t you take a seat here, Ben? I have a feeling you’ll like what I’ve got in mind.”
He did as she suggested, the water cascading off him. But between the steam and the oil, he was still good and warm. He watched as Sybil reached out of the tub and took the bottle of oil. Then she came back over to him, sitting in front of Ben.
“For what I’ve got in mind, you’re going to need to do a bit of work. But don’t worry—I have a f
eeling it’ll be the kind of work you’ll have plenty of fun with.”
“Is that right?”
She smiled and nodded. “Take this oil, Ben. Put a little on your hands.”
Sybil handed him the bottle, and he took it, opening the top and dumping a bit onto his palms. The oil was warm and tingling.
“Now,” she said, opening his legs and moving in between them. “I want you to put the oil all over my breasts.’
“You’re right,” Ben replied. “This is the fun kind of work.”
She winked. “I had a feeling you’d enjoy it.”
Ben didn’t waste another moment. He rubbed the oil into his hands, then reached forward and took one breast into his right hand, the other into his left. Sybil’s breasts were massive, far more than a handful. It was going to take some serious doing to cover them with oil.
But he went to it. He rubbed her breasts, coating them in the slick, shiny fluid, making sure no square inch was unattended to. He paid special attention to her nipples, teasing and fondling them until they went hard against his touch. Sybil closed her eyes and moaned, clearly enjoying the sensation. Her breasts were plump, perfect to play with. Ben felt like he could rub them all day.
Finally, Sybil opened her eyes and placed her hands on Ben’s.
“Now, stay right there.”
She scooted closer to him, near enough that her breasts touched his thighs. Then she lifted her enormous tits and pressed them against his cock, enveloping it.
“A special kind of rub I thought you might like,” she said with a smile.
“You thought right,” said Ben.
A smile still on her face, Sybil began rubbing his cock with her breasts, smashing them against his length, the warm softness of her flesh making his prick light up with pleasure. The sight of her down below him, his cock sandwiched between her tits, his crown poking out the top of her cleavage, was nearly enough to make him come. But he held back, enjoying the sight.
Sybil lowered her head as she worked her tits, opening her mouth and taking his member into it. She sucked and licked from the top while her breasts rubbed him from below. The twin sensations were unlike anything Ben had experienced. He imagined coming, his cock erupting into her mouth and his seed dripping down onto her tits.
But he wanted more.
“Come,” he said, slipping his hands under her arms and bringing her to a standing position. “I want you.”
She glanced aside, as if something had occurred to her. But she quickly turned her attention back to Ben. water cascaded down her body as she stood over him.
“As much as I want that too, if we were to join together in such a way, I might find myself a mother once more. In time, that’s what I want. But for now, I want to give Minnie all the attention he needs.”
“That’s perfectly understandable.”
“But I also want to make sure you’re taken care of, Ben.” Her eyes flashed, as if a thought occurred to her. “I believe I’ve come up with a compromise.”
She reached for the bottle, her breasts hanging in front of Ben’s face as she did—he couldn’t resist licking and sucking her nipples, a small flow of that familiar milk washing over his palate. Sybil closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure for a moment, sighing and moaning, before coming back to her senses. She gobbed a bit more oil on her hands and placed it on Ben’s cock, stroking him up and down and getting him slick.
“There’s more than one way to be inside of me,” she said with a grin. “And this oil is just what we need to make it feel very, very good.”
Sybil turned, her ass right in front of Ben’s face. Then she squatted down, spreading her cheeks and exposing the small pinkness of her anus. She placed one of her hands on Ben’s cock, guiding him into her from behind. The oil was so slick that he was easily able to penetrate her, his length vanishing inside.
She gripped him tightly, his cock stretching her out to accommodate him. Once he was fully buried inside of her, Sybil’s ass seated comfortably on his lap, she glanced back over her shoulder, a seductive smile on her face.
“How does that feel, Ben?”
“Feels amazing,” he said. And it did. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever see his cock buried to the root in an auruchkin’s ass, but he was more than pleased at it happening. “How about you?”
“It feels… surprisingly nice. I’ve never done this before—never even considered doing it before. But with you… it’s different. I want to do things, to let you do things to me, that I’ve never done.”
Ben responded by raising his right hand and bringing it down hard on her right ass cheek. A crack sounded out, Sybil taking in a sharp gasp.
“That… that feels nice, my lord. I love the way you touch me, the way you feel inside of me.”
It was a more than mutual sentiment. Ben placed both hands on Sybil’s ass, raising her up. When nothing but his head was still inside of her, Ben guided her back down onto him. The tightness of her ass enveloped him once more, a fresh wave of pleasure moving down his shaft and up into his body.
Sybil took over from there. She leaned forward, placing her hands on Ben’s knees as she lifted her ass up and brought it down, her cheeks shaking as she landed. She did it again and again, moans pouring from her mouth as she rode him. Ben’s hands moved from her ass to her hips to her breasts, and once they were there, he gripped her tits, feeling them bounce up and down against his touch.
The sight was incredible, and Ben soon felt the orgasm that he’d been pushing back rush to the forefront again. And this time, he didn’t want to hold it back. He placed his hands on Sybil’s hips and guided her forward until she was on all fours in the bath, the bottoms of her legs underwater and her hands gripping the opposite edge. Ben stayed standing, drilling his cock into her ass with all the power he had.
Sybil moaned and bucked like mad against him, her breasts swinging underneath her.
“Ben…” she said through the pleasure. “I’m going… ah!”
Her body tense, her ass clenching Ben’s cock and bringing him over the edge of his orgasm. Gripping her hips, he grunted hard as they both came together. His cock erupted deep inside, his seed spraying deeply into her. Sybil arched her back once more and then released.
When they were done, Ben slid his member out of her, a trickle of his seed dripping down from Sybil. She dropped into the water, her chest rising and falling. Ben sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and letting his hand fall onto her breast.
“That… that was something else,” she said with a smile.
“You’re right about that.”
Sybil finished the bath, wiping both of them clean. When she was done, Ben felt the gentle beckoning of fatigue. The pair dried off, Sybil helping Ben into a robe, the two of them making their way to the bed and falling into a deep sleep.
Ben awoke at sunrise and was pleased to see that Melody and the rest of the group were ready to depart. They carried packs of food and water and potions, weapons hung from their hips.
He and some of the aurochkin saw them to the front gates, and Ben wished them well. Then they were off. Their figures grew smaller and smaller, the sun rising over them in wild oranges and reds. They disappeared over the horizon, and Ben knew there was nothing more he could do but wait and hope for the best.
Chapter 5
One week later…
Even with their daily training, Ben couldn’t believe how quickly Master Zito could move.
“Try and block this one!”
Zito closed the distance from across the training dojo with incredible speed, a blur of white hair and muscle as he rushed over to Ben, who barely had a chance to raise his blade before Zito brought his down in a hard arc.
Ben whipped up his sword, but it wasn’t fast enough. Zito pivoted at the last second, switching his swing from a downward arc to an upward stab. Ben was helpless to stop him. He glanced down just in time to watch as the sword shot upward, the point going right into Ben’s guts on
the lower left side.
It hurt—it hurt like hell, in fact. Ben let out a yowl of pain as the tip of the sword jammed into him, his hands reflexively shooting down and covering the area where Zito had stabbed. He glanced at his hands, expecting to see blood gushing down over his fingers.
But there was none, of course. The sword was a wooden practice blade.
“What the hell!” Ben shouted as he staggered backward. “That hurt!”
Zito grinned, placing his blade tip-down and leaning on it like a cane.
“I bet it did! And you know what else hurts, oh great Forgotten One? A real blade jamming right into your belly!” He placed his hand on his goateed chin, giving the matter some thought. “You know what really hurts? You ever seen an orcish blade?”
“I’ve never seen an orc.” Ben almost added something about how the only orcs he’d seen had been while watching The Lord of the Rings. He kept that to himself, of course, knowing that the reference would only get a blank look from Zito.
Zito nodded, as if Ben had said exactly what he’d expected.
“Orcish blades, they’re mean as they come! Made with twisted barbs on the end and serrated edges. Huge, too! A good swing from an orc with one of those blades is more than enough to cut through even the most well-armored of knights. If that blade gets you, you’d better pray that the orc is in a busy sort of mood and simply cleaves you in half or slices your head off. Orcs love taking their time with their weapons. They jam the barbed end into your belly, twisting it just so that the barbs catch your guts and pull them out. Many a noble warrior has died horribly on the battlefield, the last thing they see some ugly-as-sin orc sneering at them while their guts unspool down below. Yikes!”
“That’s… good to know,” Ben said.
Zito deftly raised the blade, pointing it at Ben. “You’re damn right it’s good to know! It’s important to know! This world is full of some sick puppies, and if you’re going to try to be the boss of it all, you’re going to need to know what you’re up against. Not to mention the little fact that you’ll almost certainly get yourself and your companions into some scrapes where the only thing between you and a grizzly death is a thin piece of steel!”