Thread: They Who Thirst (Dr. Nibbles & SomethingEsoteric)

In a torrent of beast furs, steel and feminine muscle, the Targoth'Ur breached the outer defenses of Shaemoor. The onslaught was relentless, the beast women of the Norse tribe never ceasing in their violent punishment to the innocent Stirland folk. I'aqshy created a cacophony of dark magics, casting shadows that lept from the ground and would devour the flesh of the soldiers desperately trying to defend. Massive wooden gates that held so many other lesser foes at bay splintered with the charge of Brothers, their hulking forms concealed by black and silver metal that could only be forged by the Chaos Dwarves deep within the mounts in the Chaos wastes. At the spearhead of this assault stood the most intimdatingly beautiful, and frighteningly sadistic Iridith. With a whirlwind of her ancient axeblades she cleaved the heads clean from the shoulders of any who stood before her. Upward slices sent blood splatter spraying into the air in massive gouts. Downward cuts spilled gore and entrails across the soggy earth. Iridith approached the main gates that held her army and the keep apart, she smiled, her white teeth the only thing not drenched in the hot red ichor of the men she had slain. BROTHERS! she bellowed in nordic BRING FORTH THE BATTERING RAM! CRACK THIS FEEBLE DOOR LIKE A NUT SO THAT WE MAY FEAST ON ITS INSIDES! The brothers, their faces concealed by black, horned helms that bared terrible vissages that paled in comparison to the faces beneathe them, approached the door, each caring the massive ram on their shoulder. Tentacles, talons and crab claws gripped the handles, readying to break down these iron walls. BREAK IT DOWN! Iridith screamed in delight, her brothers hammered against the door with a powerful charge, howling like monsters as they failed to destroy it with their first try. AGAIN! she screamed, howling in joy. The brothers pounded against the wall as hard as they could repeatedly, each thrust buckling the wood and iron bars a bit more. Wood cracked and creaked with each thrust, the brothers howling in frustration as their sister cheer them on. HARDER! she moaned, running fingers through her hair and dancing in the unnatural rain I'aqshy had wrought. They hammered once more, a hole breaching through the doorway. OH YES HARDER BROTHERS! she moaned, her hand visable gripping her genitals. The ram struck the tight hole spreading the opening wider. OH FUCK GODS YES!!!! she screamed, at the sound of battle, the thrust of her brother's ram. She could take it no longer and leapt from the bridge into the drained and muddy moat to find another kill. As the brother hammered away relentlessly, Iridith found a young boy, no more than 14 or 15 summers old. She smiled as she saw the boy cowering in a sewer grate yet wearing the colors of the stir and sheepishly brandishing a sword. She approached him, dragging her axe along the mud, and stood fully above him. He blushed at her topless figure, her muscular form, but trembled at her scars, tattoos, warpaint and of course, thick coat of blood. She smiled sweetly and moved closer, the boy pointing the blade at her, with ease she batted the blade from his hands and pressed forward, smirking at his feeble attempt to crawl up the wall. Where are you off to lad? she mused with thick Norse accent, unstrapping her leather, letting her unbound cock spill out, erect before him, standing at 14 long, impossible for any man that is not touched by the warp storms of chaos. Do you not find me beautiful. The boy screamed and crawled backward into the sewer, she moved closer to him, faster than he can withdraw. She grips his hair and the boy yelps in pain begging for mercy. Please NO! I'll do anything! Just let me go! she smirked at his feeble begging, her erect cock level with his eye. Her face lit with pleasure as the sickening pop and squish silenced the boy.