The Dogs of Wor - Chapter One (SFW)

A BLUE HELIAM Tale

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Raised in a poor kingdom, with enormous breasts of nourishing and highly-sought-after milk, Heliam escaped the confines of the late Duke of Bremshire and his old horny court wizard, Grecian. With armor and armament blue of tint which barely fit her voluptuous girth, she embarks on a journey to right wrongs, smite evil throngs, and be admired while in chainmail thongs. Ever pursued by the Duke’s replacement, High Lord Skrounge, who wants to bed and breed her, and make her bosoms his own, BLUE HELIAM will always be on the run… or a slow, steady jog… across realms of fantastic fun and sensual fantasy.

May her milk jugs runneth over.

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His hair clung to his head, infused with sweat and dirt. He ran, his lungs on fire. His ruddy dark tunic and leather breeches were torn and muddy. He ran with one shoe on his left foot, and bare foot of right. The bared flesh of his arms and legs was lined red with blood from where thorn and bramble had bit at his skin as he rushed through Whilhem Woods.

Behind the panting young man, somewhere not afar off, dogs yipped and yapped, crashing through the forest in pursuit.

Rando from Marcien glanced over his shoulder, rounding a massive boulder, to see if he could see how close his fanged pursuers were.

“Oh, hello there, sweetie.”

Rando snapped his focus forward and BOOMF’d into a pair of two big soft blue-clad “boulders.’ It took him off his feet and he landed hard on his back, banging the back of his skull on the hard-packed ground. For a moment, his brain seemed to swirl inside his head, making his vision waiver. For a moment all he saw was two enormous blue armored spheres hanging over him with a pretty cherub-like female face surrounded by long flowing brunette hair.

“Are you okay, love?” the young woman behind the armor-tank breasts said, concerned, and offering a grey gauntleted hand. “You should really watch where you are going.”

It’s not every day you run into a huge pair of boobs in the Whilhem Woods, he wanted to say, but didn’t. In the woman’s other gauntleted hand: a deadly grey-blue steel sword glint from the touch of a stray sunbeam through the green treetops.

As Rando was pulled to his feet by a surprisingly strong arm: “I am being chased. I was minding my own business in the local brothel and was arguing over payment with one of the maidens when this… this pack of massive hounds burst in. I barely got away with my pants pulled up, and have been running from them ever since.”

The young warrioress glanced Rando up and down, stopping at his crotch. Her eyes widened, then she blushed a little, and said: “I’d never charge you.”

Rando stood silent for a moment until the barking of the giant dogs pulled him back into reality. “I think we should be away from here before the hounds arrive.”

The young woman stepped defiantly forward, swinging a pleasantly plump hip outward and making her gigantic bosoms heave and wobble in her top. Rando thought he saw glistening off-white liquid seep from the points where her nipples outdented her thin chest armor.

“We shall not run from simple dogs,” she said, pulling a shield from around her back and raising her sword towards the woods before them.

The barking became slobbering grunts. Pattering paws breaking twigs and lightly scuffing ground cover became the crack of large tree limbs being snapped. The ground was struck by many heavy thrums that were no more small dog paws.

Breaking from the tree line, massive fur-covered creatures, running on two legs like men, appeared. The creatures were thick of chest, long of limb, and their head and face was like that of a wolf. Yellow eyes glowed bright even in the sheen of daylight.

“Your male friend there, you chubby bitch, defiled our sister. No human scur may touch a Wor-Kind!” the lead massive wolf creature snarled. He along with his fellow… six including him… flexed their long fingers and pointy claws jut out like daggers.

The young woman set her feet, battle-stance, raised her shield before her, and bent her sword arm back in striking position. Her emerald eyes shimmered like sunlight glancing off a jade pool, and she snarled back, “I eat a lot to maintain this roundish figure, so I can discard the CHUBBY statement but no one… NO ONE… calls me a BITCH unless I want them to.”

She grit her teeth. “And you don’t have the approval to call me thus,” the tip of her grey-blue sword glint in the sunlight. “So says BLUE HELIAM.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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From the author: I grew up with three brothers and a father who loved their Fantasy, tales of swordplay and adventure. I read many dusty tomes by Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tolkien and Robert E Howard, and was especially inspired by the likes of Red Sonja and Dejah Thoris. With my wonky mind always churning up sensual tales, I felt it only appropriate to write a few Fantasy tales starting with HELIAM: MEDIEVAL NURSEMAID and THE ROYAL MILK, and now, to continue in that big, warm and bouncy tradition: BLUE HELIAM. (With an obvious nod towards Howard’s Red Sonja.)

Note: These story segments will fall between SFW at times, and NSFW at other times. I will note it in each chapter's title line if the particular segment will be SFW or NSFW.

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO FRIEND CURIOUSONLOOKER