Asjya, Frost Queen 'HOMECOMING'

"I am the king of Serjord and I couldn't care less about your wishes, he stated. Enough of this ludicrous silliness. You are going to satisfy me like a true barbarian wife from now!"

As he said this, he dove against the withered little hole, which slowly widened. Painfully, it expanded to match the girth of the glans which soon disappeared, sucked in by the flesh. The skin closed itself on the shaft, which was ready to enter too. Asjya uttered a muffled whining in the pillows: her eyes were rolled up, pupils almost invisible. In response, she stuck her nails in Tyrandarr calf and scratched the skin as hard as she could. The barbarian raised an eyebrow and displayed a large smile.

"Ha ha! Here's how barbarians truly fuck! Without a scratch, there's no passion. Tighten those fingers, queen of Serjord! Hurt me so I can strike back."

Thus he put himself to work. Up. Down. Up and down again, he watched the flexible outline of the hole wrap tightly around his cock and follow along with his moves: the skin turned into the shape of a suction cup, acting just like it, creating a knoll when he raised and a pit when he thrust downward. The glans seemed sealed inside like a dog knot. So to test it, Tyrandarr pulled the ring as far as he could. Asjya gnashed her teeth because of the pain and threw him an icy stare. He found it funny and shoved his foot on the woman's face.

"Tell your miseries to my foot, bitch."

Rage ran through the queen's body, making her limbs shiver and her hair bristle. She wanted to shriek and blow up, but she couldn't do anything. The king handled her with a firm hand. Her fingers somehow reached below the barbarian thighs and scratched the skin so hard that blood started to stream along her forearm. But pain only galvanized him: Tyrandarr accelerated and pounded the hole even harder, sweeping the insides to thrust deeper and deeper again --floc, floc, floc! Asjya was feeling each push as if it was the first, followed with an unbearable pain. She could almost imagine a sword piercing her asshole, though this 'blade' was a meat stick with a round and pink head. It is said that in the right conditions, pain and pleasure can blend and that anal sex is a perfect example of this.

For Asjya, there was only suffering. In his state of excitement, Tyrandarr would have hardly realized that --he wasn't even hearing her crying anymore-- and honestly he didn't care at all. He only had eyes for the pink pucker, stretched to its limit against his girth. From time to time, his free hand whizzed through the air and delivered a spanking on the reddish butt of the queen --smack! His palm slapped the smooth skin.

Out of breath, Asjya was sobbing --hic..sob..! Tears flowing along her cheeks made her look even more vulnerable, more beautiful. She muttered against her pussy, profusely wet from the repeated flapping of Tyrandarr's sack. Asjya may have been totally furious against the king, her body, though, was welcoming his assaults. It was only a natural reaction, although she felt betrayed, defiled. Tyrandarr noticed the fluid spurting against his balls.

"Oh, but you're leaking like a horny bitch! he squawked. And you try to make me think you don't enjoy this..."

Asjya's cheeks reddened a little more. It would have been hard to guess that her skin was pale as ivory, minutes earlier. Tyrandarr slid two fingers in the slit, turned them inside and removed them all covered with body liquid. He leaned towards Asjya and hooked the corner of her lips, forcing a disgraceful grimace on her face.

"In the glorious days of the barbarian tribe, we punished women that didn't satisfy their husbands by muzzling them and walking them in the village for one long day on a leach, naked and on all four. And you Asjya, queen of Serjord, you would have fully deserved this treatment!"

Upon saying this, he increased the pace. His crotch hit the flesh then raised backwards... only to bury itself again with all his length; and again, and again, until the hole offered him no more opposition. At the other end, Asjya was no more than partially conscious. At first she had been wrecked by the barbarian thrusts, but now she felt nothing more than a vague soreness in her buttocks. Her eyes remained half-shut, blurred with tears. Her body, emptied of its might, swung to the rhythm of Tyrandarr's back and forth.

Soon, he wished to observe the orifice. Before, he took pleasure in taking out the massive head of his dick --pop! and introducing it as slowly as he could, numerous times. Experienced, he knew this little game was very useful to dilate an asshole. At last, he removed himself for good as he carried a thin string of whitish liquid on the end of his manhood.

He considered the gaping cavity. From up there, he could easily gaze at the pink and gleam insides of the asshole. And as he enjoyed the sight, discrete and sparse farts erupted from the hole wide open --fuit.. shpouet, pouet. Feeling the release closing in, the barbarian turned the queen on her back and sat on her abdomen. His knees locked her arms to keep them restrained on the blankets.

They crossed sight. Asjya's eyes were red and wet. Tears were rolling on her face, down to the corner of the lips were a few long white hair got carried too. Tryndamere stopped a few seconds to behold the plump flesh of her lips when it turn into duckface and spit right on his torso. He looked at Asjya's eyes again, only to see them firing shots at him. Amused, he leaned over the queen and let a string of his own spit drop to the corner of her eye. He rubbed his shaft against her features, ignoring the grunts and insults the queen was throwing at him, along with her nails mauling his buttcheeks.

"I'll kill you! Bastard! You are gonna be sorry, I swear!"

Not very impressed, Tyrandarr kept defiling her face. He fancied to smother her screams by fucking her mouth till he nutted in the back of her throat. But he changed his mind quickly, afraid she would snatch his cock if he tried to step past her lips. He rather pulled the nightie away of her chest and laid his manhood between the two udders. Each palm embraced a boob and squeezed to wrap up his dick in a warm sheath. Again, he started to go back and forth. But this time, he was close to come. Each slide of his glans against the skin drove him closer to orgasm. He felt his sack tremble.

Asjya didn't shut up one second. After comparing him with a troll --perverted creatures, she afflicted him with the worst Serjordian bird's names. 'Fortress buzzard'. Those were her last rambles when she was interrupted by a hoarse groan. In this same second, a string of cum squirted from the cleavage and dropped in a shaky line on her lips and cheek, nearly missing the eye. Another one spurted against her nostrils and several others spread on her chin and neck. They both froze for a few seconds. Tyrandarr, emptied. Asjya, speechless, disgusted and still restrained.

When Tyrandarr finally moved, he jumped off the bed and walked to the balcony. There, he stretched his muscles, ass still naked, and gazed at the celebrations happening in the illuminated streets of the capital. Laughs and joyful music notes rose to the palace and reached his ears for the first time, as if they had appeared right now. He was happy too, which didn't happen since a long time: he was filled with a desire to feast. His sight settled on an enticing meat roasting on a grill --no doubt it was Patoro thighs!

His mind entirely focused on the outside world, he didn't notice Asjya climbing down the bed without even taking time to wipe the cum off of her face. He didn't hear her grabbing the bow and stretching the string with a frost arrow. What he felt, though, was the head of the projectile hitting his asshole with an extreme accuracy and rip his anus. The arrow's thrust threw him against the guard-rail which he crossed head first. He fall twenty meters down in the courtyard, crying out inhumanly. Asjya, jaw dropped, widened her eyes. She didn't want to throw him out of the window. Punish him, that's what she aimed at! Not kill him!

The queen ran to the window and leaned over the balcony. She feared what she would discover down there. But surprisingly, there was nothing. No Tyrandarr. Not a single droplet of blood. Confused, Asjya looked on each side and under the balcony, seeking desperately where her arrow could have sent the king.

Suddenly, the door of the room burst violently. Ashe jumped on her feet and turned around. Tyrandarr was standing in the opening. He was covered in blood but still, a stream of might overflew from his body. Half of the arrow was still stuck in his butt. His eyes glowing like rubies stared at Asjya and a terrifying rictus ran across his face.