The Door

Chapter 6- Beautiful Sheathe

I slammed into the first soldier and went stumbling off to the side with the second soldier right on my heels. I turned in time to block a thrust of his sword at my chest with my shield and was just able to slip my sword beneath my shield and thrust it directly into his belly. I felt resistance as the tip hit his leather armor, then it pierced through, and I felt cloth tear, then skin and muscle and intestines.

It happened so fast I barely even registered that I had scored a hit on the brigand. He, in turn, looked as surprised as I was. He just stared at his stomach as I stumbled and rolled around him. Then, his partner, the first soldier, yelled in rage and charged at me wildly!

Fire and pain bloomed on my hip as the first soldier scored a hit as I danced away from the second soldier, my sword left behind in his stomach. I tried to jump back and reset my stance, but the brigand just kept charging me!

In all of the chaos, I remembered that I also had a pistol. So, I retreated over and over again, trying to keep a little distance between us, but the brigand was enraged and looking to kill me with overwhelming aggression. Somehow, I was able to just barely keep out of his reach when, with shaking hands that fumbled with my holster, I finally drew my Smith & Wesson 1911.

Without hesitation, without a second thought, I lifted it and fired three times directly into the man’s chest as he charged me. He didn’t even have time to look surprised. I must have hit something vital because he simply dropped right there in front of me like a sack of potatoes, completely lifeless.

With the fight over, I realized a few things real fast. First, I was breathing hard. Second, my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Third, I had just killed three men. And fourth, I was going to puke!

The next few seconds were spent with me bent over puking up everything I had ever eaten or ever wanted to eat. Retreating feminine screams, though, brought me back to why I was here and why I had just killed three men. Without a single thought to retrieve my sword, I stood up, and I started running as hard as I could toward the screams.

My ribs and hip were on fire! I couldn’t help but limp, but I persisted and tried to ignore the pain and the feeling of blood- my blood, coursing down my sides as much as I could. When I finally caught up to the woman and the two remaining soldiers, it appeared they had finally caught the girl. She was fighting and struggling to get away from them, but they had her firmly in their grasp.

“No!” She screamed, “No! You cannot have it!”

Still, even as she struggled, one brigand held her arms while the other ripped her cloak from around her throat and cast it aside. The pouches were torn from her hips next, and this is when I noticed several things at once: First, the woman wore no blouse, and as she flouted around and struggled, her magnificently large and well-rounded breasts were fully exposed, bouncing and jiggling wildly. Second, aside from the elaborate leather underbust corset, the purple sash, and the thick belt, the woman was not wearing a stitch of clothing more except for a long purple loincloth that hung from two silver hoops sewn into the bottom of her corset. It also appeared as if the loincloth was made of the same material as the sash and was long enough to fall to her mid-thighs. Third, the loincloth hid absolutely nothing. The woman wore nothing under the loincloth! Fourth, her s*x was naked and hairless and completely exposed! Fifth, that was also when I saw that her feet were actually split-hooves and that her legs were longer than normal. They transitioned from very fine, thickly muscled thighs to knees to still very humanoid lower legs and calves. However, upon reaching her ankles her what should have been her feet were instead a goat’s, or cow’s, or deer-like hock that ended in dark garnet, almost black, hooves. Also, she wore ankle chains around her hocks so that little charms tinkled on her hooves as well as around her humanoid ankles. And lastly, as the soldiers ripped the woman’s cloak off of her head, I saw that she had a thick mane of long, wildly curly, garnet hair and two horns that sprouted from her head just above her temples and curled up like a demon’s horns.

“What the hell?!” I gasped in surprise as I was charged.

The soldiers were laughing as the one disrobing her grabbed her loincloth and tore it away from her corset with a sharp tug. Then, the brigand grabbed one of her fat breasts with one hand while his other hand pawed her bare lower belly, and headed for the lips of her s*x. They were planning on r****g her. She was fighting to keep them from something in her possession, but they weren’t interested in that before having their way with her, or so I assumed.

She was grunting and growling, fighting against them as they wrestled her to the ground. She kicked and screamed. Her huge breasts wobbled beautifully all over the place and served as a splendid distraction. The brigands were so caught up in their struggle and desire to violate the girl that they didn’t even notice my approach. So, charging in, I was point-blank when I fired my gun straight into the commander’s head!

“BLAM!”

Blood sprayed everywhere. The woman jumped and screamed louder than she ever had while being pursued. Then there was only enough time for the last brigand to look up at me as I leveled my gun at his chest.

“BLAM!” “BLAM!” “BLAM!” Rang out through the forest as the woman continued screaming.

The last brigand fell backwards, dead.

Silence reigned supreme through the whole forest. The woman just lay there staring at me, and at the gun in my hand while I stared down at her. Her beautiful, plump-lipped mouth opened several times hesitantly as she seemed to be trying to ascertain whether I was a friend or foe. However, that was not what she was doing at all!

Her bright violet eyes scanned me up and down several times and then finally came to rest on my groin.

‘Oh my god!’ I thought in horror, ‘She’s ogling me!’

Instinctively, I moved my shield arm down and covered my fully erect d**k and balls! Blushing profusely, I struggled to holster my gun as the woman began chuckling!

Honestly, I chided myself mentally; I was no longer overweight. Not even a little. I did, however, look like a fifty-year-old military man in the best shape of my life. I mean, I looked like an older supermodel, and it was awesome! I couldn’t believe how confident I felt. Even naked, and in front of this beautiful woman. And then there was the fact that she was nearly naked too!

For the first time in years, I felt my body responding as I ogled this unbelievably beautiful female. I looked down, and stared at my d**k, and somehow it seemed to grow just a little bit longer and thicker. It was pointing straight out in front of me toward her! As if it were saying, “Yes! I want her! f**k her! Now! Immediately!”

Then, I watched as her shock faded and an amused smile curled her beautiful lips. So, after clearing my throat, I nonchalantly asked, “Are you alright, Miss?”

Her eyes never left my swollen, bouncing d**k as it throbbed with my heartbeat, but she did answer, “I am. Thank you for rescuing me, good sir.”

“Good!” I sighed in relief. “Good. My name is Orwen. Orwen Scott, and your name is?”

“Greetings, warrior. I am Bel’Sheathe,” She purred sensually.