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Ronan - chapter 4 - the tales of He-Ron
🕑 Added 2025-07-26 12:31:31 +0000 UTCPlease remember that this writing is fictional and is meant for entertainment purposes only. The writer of this work has English as his second language so mistakes are bound to happen. Please be kind and hopefully enjoy.
Yours truly
Hammer
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Princess Bonniera was the most spoiled rotten and most gorgeous looking woman in all the Smouldixian empire.
She was so famous for her looks, and so infamous for her bratty behavior that songs had been written about her.
She had two Sisters, Conniera and Lonniera. Both were said to be on equal level of beauty with her, but something about Bonniera made her the darling of the kingdom.
She was often seen strutting around in the better streets of the capital city Agorria. Often dressed in the finest and most expensive garments. But… as of late… she was less seen around the city.
In fact… she was hardly ever seen…
The servants could inform some people that the princess for a while hadn’t even left her chambers.
People began to speculate if the princess had come down with some horrible disease. As bratty as she was, she was beloved by one and all.
Her long absence from the public eye… that had scared the population. Rumors of a deadly disease had spread fast, and suddenly people were praying like never before in the temples.
The princesses were all loved… as they were a symbol of a more peaceful era in the future.
A prince is good to have for the morale in war, but truce is bought with a princess and peace is created by a marriage.
A dead princess offers no solution to war.
But Bonniera was not sick. Nor was she in any immediate danger. She was just pouting.
Her father had promised her hand in marriage to a fat, lazy and disgusting looking general, a soldier… a commoner… if he could solve her fathers problem.
Bonniera had been isolated in her room for several days, crying her eyes out.
She had refused to see anybody, or go anywhere.
In the end… the Queen herself made entrance into the princess bedchambers, and immediately was told by a distant scream to: GO AWAY!!!
And then the sounds of more crying.
But Ann pushed on, and in the end she walked behind a bendable wall and looked upon the bed of the entire kingdom's darling.
Bonniera was laying on it, hugging a pillow and crying like a child.
The princess looked over her shoulder and saw the Queen.
She pouted and rolled over onto her stomach.
“I said go away!” She yelled, but the pillow muffed it.
“That’s the one prerogative that follows being a Queen,” Ann said as she sat down on the bed next to the princess.
“I get to dismiss a Princess's orders, and do what I came here to do anyway.”
Ann reached her hand and placed it on Bonniera’s butt. It was a kind and gentle gesture. She rubbed the buttocks with a round movement and gently listened to her foster child’s crying.
Yes, Bonniera and her two sisters were in fact not Queen Ann’s children. They were all products of the King’s ongoing affair with the witch in the swamp. But Ann… as much as she hated the situation, had been unable to hate the girls. She had pretty much raised them since they were only a few months old. They had been fed by her bosom, and she had done all a mother can do with a child, except… giving birth to them.
The girls sorta understood the situation… but Ann in the end was not only their queen, but also their mother. Bonniera and Ann had a good relationship, all the issues that might have been…
“I… understand that… your father has made a promise… and that it involves you…” Ann said plainly and without any hesitation.
“He has promised me to that filthy stinking old sack of piss… Dilatont…”
“Ah,” Ann said. “That is why his vacation was cut short…”
“I am NOT marrying that filth!” Bonniera said sternly. As if by just saying it it would make it so… like she could make the stars stand still on the sky, simply by declaring it.
“Baby, a princess's duty is to marry whom her father tells her to marry.” Ann said, still rubbing her butt.
“I never wanted to marry your father, but it still happened, and I am still regretting it to this day, but… it was done in order to secure a lasting peace. And it worked.”
“Mom!” Bonniera said as she lifted her head off the pillow. “I am not being promised to a prince or a king… I am being gifted away to a lowborn general like a reward for good service! Not as a security to ensure peace with a foreign adversary!”
Ann made a forced smile.
“Technically, Dilatont is of a noble bloodline…””
“Is he Royal?” Bonniera said coldly.
“No…” Ann answered.
“Then he is lowborn… below me… unworthy… and not worth licking the shit off my sandals…” Bonniera hid her face in her pillow again.
“Now now, dear… I am sure there is a silver lining to the problem…” Ann said. “If you are to be the reward… then you will only marry him… in case his mission succeeds… and even then… Your father’s track record of keeping his promises isn't really the best…”
Bonniera looked up from the pillow… that was true… her father was not known for being a good keeper of promises… She had never really thought of that as a positive thing.
Bonniera lay in a way so she could watch the Queen.
“What is it even Dilatont is supposed to do, in order to get me?”
“You don’t know?” Ann asked.
“I thought you might know…” Bonniera said while she shook her head.
“Baby, if I could read your father’s mind, I wouldn’t be alive now.” She said it so nonchalantly she could.
“But… I guess we can try and figure out why… But until we do…”
Slap!
“AUCH!”
Ann had slapped Bonniera’s butt pretty hard and stood up from the bed.
“Get your perfect ass out and get your looks in order! You are scaring the public half to death with your absence!”
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Somewhere… in the highlands of Mideltonia.
A lone Halborian man with a lone Direwolf was sitting around a fireplace… with a lone Witch cooking a pot of stew.
The direwolf was gnawing from the bones of a fresh kill, and the Halborian was cleaning his weapons. It was unnecessary but it filled him with a sense of peace as he saw the steel shine under the cloth that he used.
Agorria was long behind them now… they were somewhere in the hills… Here the climate was much different than what they had experienced in the swamp, or even in the lowlands where the city was located by the river.
Here there was peace, and vast open spaces. He-Ron had been at awe when they had arrived at the highlands and he could finally see the realm around him. Huge and open tracts of land that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Here and there, islands of green forests broke the endless savanna. And all sorts of herbivores seemed to make it their home.
“Why…” He had said while looking at the endless hills that continued all the way to the horizon.
“Why would the Smouldixians invade my lands… when they had all of this to themselves… all along…?”
“It’s actually simple…” Ton-Ra had said as she walked past him.
“For one… No one wants this… because they already have it… It’s just vast open plains and rich soil… But the thing is… it’s not protected by a goddess… or legendarily known as the body of a goddess… and thus… not as attractive to them.”
“So… it’s just because… it’s owned by someone else…” He-Ron said.
Ton-Ra shrugged.
“What others possess… is more valuable than what you already have.” She said.
“That is how greed works. It’s not appreciation of your own possessions… it’s acknowledgment of what you don’t possess.”
He-Ron nodded. He was beginning to understand. Perhaps it had been the same with the Osmandies… and the Malakites… They sought to possess Halboria… simply because it didn’t belong to them.
“Another thing…” Ton-Ra said. He-Ron looked at her.
“Jamos is building an empire… and an empty dot on his map… like yours… is gonna sting him in his eye… even when his eyes are closed… Small men take up the most space.”
He-Ron had nodded. This conversation had been right before they set up a camp and made a fire.
He-Ron noticed that tons and tons of wild game lived in these lands. Not the familiar Braxons of home, but endless hordes of big game nonetheless, that mirrored the life at home.
There were even wild predators… lesser versions of the beasts he had fought off at home. But still formidable in their own way.
He-Ron and Farax had chased off a pack of these big cats… He-Ron had noticed that some of these golden cats were draped in huge manes of hair…
“You’ve never seen a lion before?” Ton-Ra asked.
“No… they… They don't live in Halboria… But the Hyena’s I recognize…” They had seen a few of the Hyenas earlier.
“They are just… smaller… that’s all.”
“Oh,” Ton-Ra said. “Is… everything bigger in your lands?” Ton-Ra had asked with a teasing tone. Making He-Ron smile… it fell her so easy.
He-Ron had managed to down one of the huge beasts of prey. They had butchered it and now, Ton-Ra was cooking it. She smiled and hummed all the while doing it.
He-Ron had been used to cooking for himself, so when Ton-Ra gently but firmly asked him to sit back and relax, he had been a little uneasy.
“You down them, I cook them.” She said with a smile. “Let’s split the tasks between us. I am NOT good at hunting anymore, so at least let me cook… which I know I am good at.”
And she was.
He-Ron had seen some of the plants that she had packed and brought with her for the trip… one of them was a little red fruit that had the same shape as a carrot, but it was firm and hollow and filled with little white seeds…
He had taken a bite of one, and Ton-Ra had looked very shocked. Before he could ask her what was wrong he felt it… His mouth felt like it was on fire… and only after he had stuck his head under a waterfall nearby had he felt some relief… but… as hot as it had been… the taste had been amazing.
“What was that?” He had asked.
“Sorry, I should have warned you…” Ton-Ra said nervously. “They are not snacks… They are meant to be used as seasoning. They are called Chili.”
“I… I kinda liked it… and… it made me feel… warm… Wow…”
Ton-Ra smiled.
Since then He-Ron had not eaten the things she had brought. She also had another thing with her, but they didn’t look as tasty as the chili. They were kinda like white bulges stacked and huddled together and then tied in long braids.
Ton-Ra had called them garlic. They didn’t look tasty and they were tricky to clean out, but once they were in her stew, they tasted amazing.
In fact Ton-Ra cooked a lot of things very differently, and while they had been in the highlands she had found several mushrooms that she had put in her pot with the meat and now… she poured He-Ron and bowl and then herself one, and they ate together.
The stew had also gotten some chili, and He-Ron loved it.
He told Ton-Ra that it was some of the best he had ever tasted before. He was certain this spicy food would be a hit back home.
As the dinner now was a past chapter, Ton-Ra moved on top of He-Ron, straddling his lap and began to act much more cuddly. She was setting the mood. He-Ron smiled, repaid her kisses and placed his hands on her soft yet firm buttocks. As if he needed any more incentive to take her.
A little later the rolling hills were filled with the echoes of Ton-Ra’s mating sounds. She was not subtle, and she kept moaning and demanding more and more as He-Ron rammed her pussy from every angle imaginable. She was so slinky and so hot… It was so amazing to fuck her.
Especially from behind.
The couple fell asleep on top of each other, and when dawn came, they made a quick morning meal and continued on their seemingly goalless journey.
He-Ron had set out to save the Daughter of the Rock from the Dead Man’s swamp… Now she was saved… and… frankly… he was uncertain where to go or what to do now… he was in a foreign land, behind enemy lines and he was not sure where to go or how to get home…
He wasn't even sure he wanted to go home… as… he had no real home anymore. He had no goal… no course… no nothing…
Farax was a good mount and trusted friend for him.
After he had returned from the swamp, he had found Farax and he seemed to have lived well enough on his own.
Ton-Ra had been very impressed with the massive beast. She noted she had never seen a wolf that size. Farax had taken a liking to her.
They spent most of the next day on the trail… taking in the surroundings. Only on the third day did Ton-Ra finally ask where they were going, and He-Ron told her the truth that he didn’t know where exactly he was going. And… that he didn’t blame her if she wanted to take her equipment and go in another direction.
Ton-Ra smiled and sat down next to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and said: “I don’t care where you are going, but I am following you, for the remainder of my life and to the end of the world…”
She looked him up in his eyes.
“You saved me… I belong to you… always.”
He-Ron smiled and he leaned down to kiss her.
“Maybe…” He-Ron said. “Ton-Ra, you are from the Rock right?”
“Born and raised.” She said with a sense of pride. “Why?”
“Well…” He-Ron said. “Maybe I ought to see that you get home safe and sound. I mean… it would be the right thing to do, right?”
Ton-Ra looked a little perplexed at He-Ron.
“Oh… Want to get rid of me already?” She teased. He-Ron giggled. He assured her that he was NOT getting rid of her… he was… He was merely seeking a reason as to why fate had brought him to rescue her.
“Perhaps the fates just wanted you to claim me as your wife?” She said as she got into her usual position just before their lovemaking. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her butt.
“True…” He-Ron said and his hands found their way to her ass. “But… would you like me to get you home?”
Ton-Ra smiled.
“YOU are my home now.” She said. “But if you think a reunion with my dear old mother is in place, then I certainly won’t discourage you from setting the course for the Rock. Besides… it is still recommended in my people's custom that the man asks the woman’s mother for her hand in marriage. Not that I am bound by my people’s rules, but I am a sucker for romantic gestures.”
He-Ron smiled. “Then we are going for the Rock.”
Ton-Ra smiled and kissed him. And soon after the two were fucking again… As the night came and the two fell asleep the silence crept over them like a long shadow.
He-Ron opened his eyes, and the same did Farax. He lifted his ears.
The silence was roaring at them both. No insect calls, no scattering critters in the grass, not even the faint sound of a gazelle’s call… nothing at all.
He gently pushed Ton-Ra off him, and grabbed his sword.
Farax looked at He-Ron who knelt down and looked at the ground. In the light of his sword he could see the runes were still in place. They were protected.
Something… was coming…
The most insignificant little sound made Farax ear turn 180 degrees and he turned his head and let out a little growl.
He-Ron snuck over to him, and placed a hand on his fur on his neck.
“Sneak around them… and flank them… I will draw them in…”
The huge wolf got on his feet with nearly no sound, and snuck out into the tall grass that in the dark would cover him completely. He vanished in the foliage and He-Ron got up to stir Ton-Ra gently from her sleep.
As she smiled and looked up at him, she seemed to think that he wanted more from her… but then she saw how his face was very serious. He held a finger to his lips and she understood she was to be quiet.
Ton-Ra had no weapons so she instead prepared a few spells, as she crawled towards the big rock they had made their camp next to while she murmured something on a tongue He-Ron didn’t know. Just to keep her back covered.
As He-Ron got to his feet he heard them… A group consisting of at least 5 men came running towards him with lifted swords and hollowing screams.
He-Ron fought with his sword.
He blocked one blade and slit his sword onto the next opponent that also got blocked. He broke off the standoff between their two blades by pushing him backwards, in time for him to block another soldier that came swinging at him with a mace.
He-Ron’s glowing sword made short work of the unworthy metal the weapon was crafted from, and in one single swing, the mace broke in the hilt, leaving nothing but a short metal stick. The head of the mace fell to the ground with a thud, and He-Ron kicked the soldier in the chest so that he fell backwards.
Ton-Ra used spells to form her magic and send kinetic blasts towards her opponents that tried to reach her. But with her magic shockwaves she sent them flying like they were leaves in the wind.
As more of them came out of the grass, He-Ron whistled and out sprang none other than Farax. He grabbed one of the soldiers in his jaws with break necking speed, and the soldier’s scream was all they heard in the night, until a distant but loud cracking sound ended the screaming.
Another soldier stepped on one of the runes in the dirt, and in the blink of an eye he was set ablaze, like a human torch…
“OH FUCK!” One of the soldiers screamed. He tugged tail and ran, and shortly after him his comrades ran with him. Leaving He-Ron and Ton-Ra. They disappeared into the tall grasses and later from sight. But the howling sounds of the pain made it clear that Farax had caught up with them.
“Scouts…” He-Ron said with an annoyed growl. “Which means an entire battalion is on our tracks.”
Ton-Ra looked scared, and she turned her gaze south… there… There was a rainforest below the highlands. It seemed to stretch on forever.
“We have to hide in the Evergreens…” Ton-Ra said with a furrow on her eyebrows. “We can lose them in the maze of forests… and it is filled with things that would love to snack on a Smouldixian…”
He-Ron looked annoyed at her.
“Farax don’t do well in forests like that…” He said as he nudged the wolf behind the ears.
“Then we have to split from him for a while… let him run free, until we need him again.” Ton-Ra lifted her hands and gestured to him to look around the fields.
“This land is full of game for him to hunt. When the Smouldixians are no longer hunting us then we can meet up with him again outside the forest.”
He-Ron made a confused face… because… how…?? How were they gonna meet up with him? Farax was smart, but he doubted the wolf had the same concept of time as he and Ton-Ra…
Ton-Ra smiled and walked past He-Ron and placed both her hands on the wolf’s temples. He was still very impressed with her shere fearlessness. The Dagger Tusks were known to install fear in the hearts of all… But Farax had been gentle and welcoming towards her since day one.
Ton-Ra rubbed the temples of the wolf and Farax closed his eyes and so did Ton-Ra.
He-Ron felt how a form of magic was being used. Magic of a kind he was not familiar with.
After a few moments in silence, the wolf opened his eyes, and with one last look on Ton-Ra and He-Ron she spun around and ran off with his breaknecking speed.
He-Ron nearly yelled after him, but he stopped himself as he saw the face of Ton-Ra.
“I have told him to run off and lay a low profile in the highlands.”
He-Ron looked after the wolf that already was far away.
“It is for the best. The soldiers will never be able to catch him, and if we are to evade them, we need stealth over speed. He wasn’t very happy leaving you behind… but I promised him I would keep you safe in his absence.”
Ton-Ra took a backpack from the ground and with a quick glance at He-Ron she started tracking towards the forest. They walked for hours, and when they were finally surrounded by trees and covered by the darkness of their shadows He-Ron began to talk.
“What did you do to him?” He-Ron asked as he walked after Ton-Ra over a pair of tall roots from a forest giant. He had removed his axe after initially using it to carve a way through the thick vegetation… but now… that they were under the cover of the trees… There were surprisingly few plants to cut.
“I used my magic to inform him of what to do, and where to meet us in a few weeks time.” Ton-Ra said.
“I also… kinda took the liberty to see… into his memories… of his… and your homeland…”
She looked back at He-Ron with a smile.
“Your land… it is very majestic… it reminds me of the Rock.”
“What… exactly is the Rock?” He-Ron asked.
“It is a huge plateau that stretches far into the backbone mountains. The land is protected on all sides by high peaks and only one way into its real valley. Making it an ideal natural stronghold.”
He-Ron listened. He had never heard of the Rock until very recently. But then again, most outside of Halboria was a mystery to him.
“It’s a huge hunting ground for my people,” Ton-Ra said. “Filled to the brim with huge game.”
Ton-Ra made a gesture and spun around on the spot.
“Miles and miles of open land… and we claim it as our own… and have for generations.”
He-Ron nodded. He was getting curious. It sounded a lot like home to him.
For a few moments they walked in silence. The forest around them… He-Ron had never in his life seen anything so beautiful.
But he had a feeling the beauty hid a dark and terrible secret.
Whenever they came upon a fallen giant of the forest, he was struck by the same surprise of… how green it was around it. Like the plants were scattering around the fallen tree to coat it in royal green garments again.
As night came upon them, Ton-Ra used her magic to conceal them. They hid inside a shrubbery that could cover them both, and in here she used the spells to make them invisible to outsiders. As long as they stayed in this little den of green leaves, they would be safe from anything.
There wasn’t enough space for them to make a fire, so they had to warm each other. Ton-Ra snuggled up to her man, bestowing him with endless kisses until her sense of duty and lust drew her downwards towards her man’s cock. She kissed his body all the way down to his shaft. She took it in her mouth and started to suck him off.
He-Ron smiled. He placed his hands behind his head and felt like the good old times. The cramped space and the darkness around them… it brought sweet memories of his life… his life back with the tribe…
A sad little sting in his heart came and went when he remembered Hela-Ana and how she also used to treat him like Ton-Ra now did…
But Hela-Ana wasn’t here anymore… and she would never return to him.
And truth be told… ever since he had met Ton-Ra… Something odd had happened. He had struggled to figure out what it was, but… it had come to him a few days ago when he had stared at Ton-Ra’s ass while they were strolling through the landscape… He hadn’t dreamt of Hela-Ana ever since he had met Ton-Ra… Not really…
For some reason… she made him… not forget… just… not think of Hela all the time. His dreams were his own again.
Ton-Ra had set him free.
He-Ron still loved Hela-Ana… but it was like the meeting with Ton-Ra had made him realize that Hela-Ana wouldn’t have wanted him to linger in his endless pain. Sure he would always miss her, but life is life and death is death. One goes on, while one stays behind.
And He-Ron was done staying behind… he had to move on. Hela-Ana would forever be sacred to him. A deep and passionate memory of everything he once loved. His past life. His family. His… his parents…
He reached out to grab Ton-Ra’s body. He wanted to ravish her like never before.
He got her on her on all fours and lifted her perfect ass in the air. He slapped it a few times, making her squeal in joyous pain. Her soft brown skin was as soft as the fine silks of the eastern traders. He had noticed the long and slightly pale scars that covered places on her body.
His finger slided over one that crossed nearly the entire length of her left buttock. It did not turn him off… quite the opposite in fact. Hela-Ana had a few scars of her own. It was a symbol of honor and pride among Halborians to show off battlescars or hunter’s marks.
But these… They were strange to him. They didn’t quite look like the markings of a hunter… or a warrior…
“My marks of resistance…” Ton-Ra said with her face down in the blanket.
He-Ron leaned to look past her butt to her face.
Ton-Ra was smiling, but her gaze was turned inwards. As if she was remembering.
"Resistance?" He-Ron asked.
“Whenever I didn’t please Jamos… Which was mostly in the beginning… He tied me up and used a whip on my body…”
He-Ron felt a rise of anger. He looked over her body, and saw several markings. They weren’t quite scars, but… they were markings that were paler than her tanned skin… so they were clearly visible.
“At first… he whipped me when I was resisting him… but…” Ton-Ra closed her eyes in shame.
“When I stopped resisting… it was clear that… he enjoyed inflicting pain upon me… He enjoyed tying me up… I was never a woman to him… I was an object… For his pleasure… and in the Swamp… no one could hear me scream… In the end… I learned not to scream… for that only made him more excited… In the end… he whipped a living marble statue… and that made him stop it all together…”
Ton-Ra opened her eyes and looked at him again. With a wicked smile.
“They aren’t real scars… just… places where I won’t really tan ever again… I hope they aren’t too hideous for you, my love…”
He-Ron got to his knees and with one quick movement he impaled Ton-Ra on his iron hard cock.
Ton-Ra clenched her teeth and grinned like a mad woman when her eyes rolled. Her fingers dug deep into the bedding under her.
“Nothing about you could ever be hideous, Ton-Ra!” He-Ron said as he grabbed her buttocks and began to ram her perfect ass.
They fucked and fucked… and it was pitch black outside and inside when they finally stopped fucking and slowly fell asleep in each others arms. He-Ron felt nothing but Ton-Ra’s body wrapped around his own. He smelled nothing but her, and cared not for the nightly sounds of the jungle around them.
His dreams were calm. Filled with nothing but gentle strokes of touches from his mind. The flowery scent of Ton-Ra’s hair filled his nostrils and gave him calm… a calm he hadn’t felt in years…
Dawn broke over the dense jungle, and He-Ron felt how a steady movement over his groin shook him gently out of his sleep.
Ton-Ra’s massive tits were swinging over his face and he heard her melodious voice moan in tune to her movements.
He smiled and grabbed her butt to tell her that he was awake. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a sinful smile on her lips.
She bit her lower lip and looked mighty sly.
“Sorry, my love…” She said in a whispering tone. “I just can’t keep my hands off you.”
He-Ron smiled and gave her butt a good smack.
They continued a little more… until they heard voices… loud shouting voices. Ton-Ra immediately stopped moving and looked scared at He-Ron. She rolled off him and crawled towards a small opening in the scrubbery that was their cover and pushed a branch down to get better visuals of the outsides.
She saw them.
Smouldixian soldiers that were walking in a straight line… they were combing the forest for them…
“Oh curses on those Smouldixians!” Ton-Ra sneered. “Disturbing our morning sex… don’t they know it is the most important sex of the day!?”
She sighed loudly.
“No panic my love… the magic is still holding up. They can’t locate us. They will simply not see the scrubbery, as long as we hide under it, we are invisible to them.”
“Will they hear us?” He-Ron asked.
“No… the spell I cast removes us from all senses.” Ton-Ra looked very pleased with herself.
“We are completely safe.”
He-Ron smiled. The situation was completely absurd to him. He ought to feel the usual sense of justified bloodlust - a sorta feeling of deadly purpose - but he felt… completely safe and therefore, the lust for carnage… became a rising… lust…
Possibly it was because Ton-Ra had stopped in the middle of their sex act… and that bothered him immensely. Like a headache that also made him angry. The scent of her womanhood didn’t help at all… it filled his nostrils as he got to his knees.
“Then…” He-Ron said as his hands landed on her buttocks with two loud smacks.
“GET THAT FAT ASS BACK OVER HERE TON-RA!”
He-Ron pulled Ton-Ra a little and she made the cutest little squeal.
“WE aren’t even halfway done with morning sex!” He-Ron growled as he slapped her ass again.
Ton-Ra let out a cry of excited pain. She looked back at him… what on earth had gotten into him?
This she had never seen before.
Was it… the combination of their dangerous situation and the environment that had somehow boosted his desire for her?
Brutally and completely without any regard for her opinions, He-Ron aligned his cock with her pussy again, and rubbed it up against her clit and pussylips. Her thick and soft fur tickled his cock.
“Oooh I am in high demand this morning… Wonderful! Then by all means, take me stud! But you might wanna be quite my love… they are right on top of us…”
He-Ron snorted at her comment. “You are the one in control of the sounds you make, woman!”
Ton-Ra’s eyes rolled, both because of the feeling of his cock impaling her innermost womanly piece of heaven, but also because of the word he used… ‘Woman’…
The final thing that sent her directly into preorgasmic mind loss, was the big strong hand of He-Ron that grabbed her unruly and wild mane in a single grip and pulled hard backwards…
Never before in Ton-Ra’s life had she ever felt more… like a woman… it was now completely clear to her. How wonderfully the gods had blessed her when they decided that was to be her gender.
She had also been blessed another way… the gods had allowed the kidnapping in order to put her in the way of this hero… no… this GOD of a man… They had made her into more than a woman for this man… she had become a dream vision… a soft word spoken among the common people… a long lost secret the king had tried to hide with all his might.
The injustice performed on her was in fact the catalyst for a hero to rise up against the tyrant… as they always did… and claim her… the tyrant's most desired piece of property for his own.
Ton-Ra cared little if He-Ron would now become the tyrant himself and treat her even worse than Jamos ever did. He-Ron had WON her. By all the trials and laws set up by gods and men, she was now his property.
Jamos had claimed her out of his own opinion that he had a right to her because he was a king.
He-Ron had claimed her… not because she was a princess of the Rock. But because she was a woman…
Ton-Ra howled in her pleasure… she couldn’t stop herself… and it tested the magical barrier she herself had put in place. She was sure it would hold but she was in fact also a little worried.
The only problem… her mind was too busy dealing with her orgasmic bliss to care for any dangers.
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The Smouldixian soldiers didn’t exactly “hear” them.
They were right next to them, but the powerful magic prevented them from seeing or even hearing the couple in the scrubbery that were fucking like wild animals.
But something couldn’t be hidden from the magic… and that was the echo of the sounds that He-Ron and Ton-Ra made.
The loud howls of pleasure, the grunts of He-Ron, the loud slaps of flesh that continuously slammed and met.
That was repelled off the trees around them and the guards… they were not really used to any of this… not the concealment magic, nor the echoes of wild things that were invisible to their naked eyes.
One soldier stood in one spot and kept turning around as he heard the echoes get wilder and wilder, but with no sound to carry them first.
“What… what is that?” He sneered. Lifting his spear against an invisible enemy.
“I don’t know… but… keep that spear pointing away from the rest of us, will ya?!”
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The coming days He-Ron and Ton-Ra played a sorta difficult hide and go seek game with the Smouldixian soldiers that had followed them into the thick green jungle.
In here, Ton-Ra’s magic worked like charms.
With a knife she carved runes into the trees that made illusions… Some would make the Smouldixians keep going to the right when they passed it… thus making them go around and around in big circles.
Others would make them think they saw something in the bushes straight ahead, thus leading them on a wild goose chase.
Others again would make them think the plants were coming alive and either send them screaming back on the run, or start ruining their weapons against the hard foliage in here.
Ton-Ra’s magic was a powerful tool
Until this point, they had remained hidden. But not without their own troubles. At a few times they had had to take cover in the trees above.
One particularly annoying morning He-Ron pretty much hung from a branch in one arm with Ton-Ra sitting on his lap, 20 or so meters over the ground… where a platoon of soldiers were walking around.
Ton-Ra was purring like a spoiled kitten.
“I must say; carrying both of us in just one arm is impressive, He-Ron… I am getting so horny…”
She instinctively began rubbing her abdomen against his crotch where she sat.
“Try and control it at least, woman.” He-Ron retorted while observing the soldiers below.
“There are just a little too many Smouldixian soldiers for me to handle… before breakfast.”
“Then how about we just leave the forest now?” Ton-Ra said quietly.
He-Ron looked at her.
“We’ve been in here for well over a week now.” She said. “More than enough time for the entire army to be good and well lost in the endless evergreen. It will take them at least a month to regroup completely. And by then we will be over all mountains.”
He-Ron didn’t know this old figure of speech. Ton-Ra elaborated that it meant they would be well out of the way.
He-Ron liked it.
After the platoon had dispersed, He-Ron and Ton-Ra got down from the tree and began to hurry in the direction north east. They had moved nearly only completely south these last few days, so they were putting the Smouldixians far behind them.
Ton-Ra had even carved other illusion runes into other trees that would make the soldiers see glimpses of He-Ron and Ton-Ra far off in the bushes. Sending them running and chasing for miles… in the wrong direction.
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Ton-Ra was right. It took at least a month for the entire army to once again find the way OUT of the maze of endless green forest… and it took even longer for the army to regroup along the edges of the forest.
And what little that remained of the army… was not really an army anymore.
Many of the men were starved to nearly the brink of death. Many were sick from drinking contaminated water they found inside of the forest. Others again were poisoned, sickly or dying from either eating the fruits and berries in the forest, and the really unfortunate ones were the ones who had been bitten by various dangerous animals. The Evergreen was teeming with snakes, spiders, frogs and even birds that were venomous.
And those were just the ones who came back. The rest… well… lets just say that the eternally green garden would forever keep their bones… hidden in ponds, caves or up in the trees… dragged under by huge crocodiles, pulled to shelter by large unmentionable carnivores, or pulled to up into the canopy by stealthy killers that would jump them from up top.
Dilatont, the general of this now completely wrecked army, had not been inside the forest. He had trusted that his men would easily find the refugees and bring them out… but the more men he sent in… the less confident he was that they would ever find them.
Jushu approached him one evening during meals and told him that they might have made a mistake in following the two people they were meant to catch. Perhaps they would have better luck in trying to figure out… where they were going next.
Dilatont listened to Jushu. He looked at the young man: “What do you propose, Captain?”
Jushu blinked before he answered. “We know that He-Ron took the princess of the Rock. So… how about we make a b-line for the Rock… and just wait for them to come to us? It must be where they are heading. He-Ron is bringing the princess home.”
It made a sort of sense… but why then had they ever ventured into the Evergreen?… Dilatont made a sneering sound. He could have guessed that himself. To loose their pursuers of course. They weren’t dumb.
“Prepare the troops… We have to march at daybreak.”
“Sir… we… We have lost nearly half of our force… and the rest is not in any shape to march… they need to rest…”
Dilatont shook with anger and frustration.
“How long before they are ready then…?” He growled.
“At least another month… Stragglers are still coming out of the forest every day…”
“ONE month…” Dilatont said. “Whomever is unable to march… will be… dealt with… Understood?”
The captain made an uncomfortable nod when he answered: “Yes… yes sir…”
Dilatont left the dinner tent and made his way to his home tent.
A slave girl was preparing his bath, filling it with scented oils and salts.
Dilatont grabbed the girl and brought her with him into the tub. The things he did to that poor girl… well… it was best not mentioned. But it angered the gods above.
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Where do the gods of the world live exactly?
They are said to be both present and distant at the same time. Sharing space with the humans and living between spaces.
The Sky-Father. The heavenly provider. The Thunderer, the Stormbringer. The Blazing stallion. The Golden Eagle. The White Bull.
The old man. The white man, the gray wanderer, the hooded stranger, the whisperer, the Raven shouldered.
His names were many, and his character was unspoken for.
But the names that were carved into golden plaques beneath statues that showed his majesty hurling a thunderbolt was always: Uzaron.
The Mightiest of the Mighty. The sky himself. Make an enemy of him… and you made an enemy of the world. None would help you. None would provide you. But be his friend, and the world would be yours for the grasp.
He was known to be vengeful. But he was also known as a caring and kind figure. No woman had he ever taken by force. Always had he only charmed them with his truest and most kind self. The part that not even his wives seemed to really know… Perhaps… save Halbara.
Many a face had he used over the years and many an unsuspecting woman had he mounted with his burning loins.
Many a bastard had he fathered. But none… ever so fine had he ever made that were like He-Ron… the Halborian. He-Ron the Unstoppable.
This boy was destined for greatness.
Uzaron was holding a small marble carving of the man in his hand.
He had made it himself. He smiled at it. A warm and caring smile.
“My son…” The words were silent but burning with pride. He had had so many sons, but none so fine a man as He-Ron. None so much his liking. None… so true an image to his own character.
A sadness fell over his face, as a tear streamed down over his noble features and into his white beard.
He hadn’t heard a prayer from his son since… since that day when he had confronted him on the mountain.
He had with all his might tried to prevent the boy from jumping out over the cliff… he had succeeded but… at a terrible cost…
“When we mettle in the ways of the mortals… the consequences are often worse than we realize.”
A gentle and kind voice spoke to him. He turned to look over his shoulder. There was no need. He knew who she was.
It was Phara. The Queen of the gods. His… his first wife. Phara was gorgeous. She was tall, strong and powerful. Perhaps not in the sense of a warrior goddess, but in commandment and in presence, no one was her equal.
She walked over to the table and stood next to her husband. She gently placed her hand on his hand. The one hand that didn’t hold the little figure of his son.
“He was not… kind that night…” She said with a sad tone. “But… he doesn’t see the full picture… a fish swimming in the river cannot even begin to visualize the ocean at the end… All it can do is swim…”
“He had just lost everything, Phara…” Uzaron said with a somber tone. “I have walked a hundred lifetimes among the humans… lived as one of them… I understand the pain he carries.”
Phara leaned her head against her husband's arm. She wiped her tears against his skin. Her lot in existence was to be ever the support of him. He who mounted more women than anything else… it had been a burden for her to carry. But vengeance was not her nature. She was the embodiment of duty. She understood and she knew… the fates of everything. Even herself and her husband.
The fate of He-Ron… the last of the Unstoppables was crucial. She knew that.
“I need to know…” Uzaron said and Phara nodded in agreement.
She placed her hand on the table, and she used her divine power to show where the young man was… and where he was heading… and… what dangers were in his path.
“He is heading north… towards the Rock… He is gonna bring her home.”
Uzaron nodded. “As I brought you home…”
Phara smiled. But it quickly vanished.
“The general is gonna pursue him to the end of the world… he is… at this moment… breaking our most sacred laws…”
Uzaron frowned as he saw… that poor girl… it was unlikely she would survive that treatment…
“Have Zemas collect her soul… I doubt that pig will send her off properly.” Uzaron said with a thunder crack in the background.
“That is nothing compared to the crimes King Jamos is unleashing upon the world.” Phara said with a wave of her hand.
“Jamos will face a cruel judgement…” Uzaron said. “But it has to be by a hand of one he has wronged completely and utterly…”
He closed his eyes… He looked… hopeless.
“Have you still not located her?” Uzaron said while looking at Phara… kinda harsh.
Phara shook her head in sadness.
Uzaron was getting angry.
“How can it be that the all seeing one can’t find one single Halborian woman?”
“I don’t know,” Phara said, stepping backwards in awe of her husband's powerful aura.
“I promise I don’t know… I simply can’t find her… ever since the Unstoppable’s were destroyed I haven’t been able to locate her… One moment I saw her clear as day and then… she just vanished… I only felt her burning pain and then… it was like she had never existed…”
Uzaron could tell if she was lying. She knew that. She had a better sight than him, but he could see through all lies… so she had learned to always speak the truth to him… even if it made him angry.
Uzaron was angry right now… but it wasn’t fair of him to point it towards his dutiful wife. She had only ever supported him. And she knew how important this was.
Phara understood why it was so important to find her… she was… important as well. Halbara wasn’t speaking to either of them at the moment. Halbara was the most powerful of all the gods… save perhaps Uzaron. But it was her children that were being slain - unjustifiably - and she was vengeful. She among all the gods was the only one all the other gods feared.
She was not only ever kind and ever gracious. Not only generous and giving… she… was the destroyer of worlds.
She alone could bring the doom upon the gods.
All Halborians - all her children - were keeping a little piece of her divine being in their soul - the source of the Halborian’s power.
And one… was NOT accounted for.
The beautiful wife of Jonan and the mother of He-Ron…
Ana-Drea…
Where was she?
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blackstone
What an awesome surprise!!!
