I've been a lurker for a while and today I'm bored enough to try my hand at a zako short story. I suppose this is some type of fantasy/Skyrim setting with swords and sorcery and whatnot. I don't know, I'm not too concerned with world-building right now.
Chapter 1
The First Kill
The old fort had been abandoned for a few years now since the last rebellion, and it was clear that time had taken its toll on the chipped stone and rusty gates. Its jail cells were rank with a cold wetness and the hallways were littered with broken spears, arrow shafts, and cobwebs. The stone staircases were missing steps and little sprouts of grass shot through the cracks in the ground, and if not for the faint glow of candlelight and the sound of distant voices from the main hall, one would be correct in assuming not a soul resided in this musty place.
Faust, an ex-ranger turned bounty hunter, silently crept towards the bustling sounds of a camp, slinking along the crumbling stone walls.
"They've holed themselves up in Fort Brathe, coming down every day to disrupt and raid the main road for trading caravans!" the town mayor had said earlier that morning. "I'll pay you 20 gold pieces for each bandit head! 50 for the leader!"
"Well, how many are there?" Faust had asked.
No more than five, Faust remembered the mayor's answer as he made his way down the hallway, carefully listening to the sounds of human voices growing louder and louder. With every door he passed, Faust made sure to check inside, ensuring no attack would come from behind as he progressed towards his goal. The hallway veered left into what was probably the main hall, but there was a room to the right before the corner. Underneath the door frame Faust caught a glimpse of flickering shadows and light. He had to check it.
As Faust placed his hand on the handle to push inwards, his body halted at the sound of woman's voice coming from inside; it was whimper, almost a crying sound. He slowly eased the door open to take a look at what it was—a slender young woman, probably in her twenties, lying on a rug with her back towards the door. Her cloth breeches were undone and pulled to her shaking knees, while the rest of her body was clothed in bandit's attire: an over-sized leather vest (probably a man's) over a dirty white smock with bandit skull patches visible on the shoulder and back. Faust could make out the glistening sweat on the cream-colored skin of her lower back and buttocks, a lusty sheen illuminated by the single candle lit atop a nearby wooden barrel. Her shoulder-length hair, dark but greasy, looked unkempt with frizz. She turned her head to the side for a moment and Faust glimpsed her pretty face in silhouette. She quietly shivered in pleasure as her hands worked in between her thighs; Faust could hear the slick of moisture in her quick, but methodical movements.
Faust had spent most of his early life tracking animals as a ranger, so entering the room without alerting his preoccupied target was no problem. For whatever reason, this bandit had isolated herself to this room; Faust would not let this opportunity be wasted. That said, he was determined to not steal away the pleasure she had worked so hard for: with the agility of a cat, Faust quickly lay behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck, and with his other hand Faust expertly replaced the bandit's over her leaking womanhood, not missing a beat to her labor of self-love.
She gasped and turned to look at her assailant, but moved little as he worked her bandit pussy, matching the rhythm he had witnessed just moments before. Faust tightened his arm grip on her neck, a silent threat, before gazing into the eyes of his bounty: dark, intelligent, and utterly at his mercy. He moved his crotch into her buttocks and began rubbing himself on her, and she responded in kind by bucking her hips into him.
"Who are you?" she breathed, overwhelmed by his manly, aggressive touch.
"Silence," Faust scolded her under his breath, tightening his grip on her neck again. "When you come, make no noise, and I will spare you."
Fear filled her eyes for a moment when she realized he was in fact an enemy, but it was soon overtaken by the love from Faust's fingers. A slave to pleasure, the hapless bandit began to tenderly lick her assailant's arm, unable to prevent herself from reciprocating in some way the rapture she felt in her loins. Faust felt this cat-licking and smiled at the thought of his victim's arousal for him. His cock was hungry.
The bandit turned her head again and Faust saw the pleading in her face.
"Please," she whispered. She opened her mouth to him, extending her tongue like an olive branch, desperate to meet his, all the while she begged with her eyes. She was begging for her life, begging for his cock, begging for this moment to last forever.
Faust kissed her deeply and felt her tongue explore his. You dirty whore, he thought.
It was in this moment—mouths locked, bodies entwined, and one beautiful bandit life hanging in the balance—that Faust's first kill of the night came. She shuddered violently as she released her mouth from his, quietly heaving her breath in tandem with the waves of pleasure coursing through her tensed-up body. Faust felt warmth on his hand as her sex juice flowed freely. The whole ordeal lasted nearly two minutes, the sexual drama in her body refusing to end as Faust's unrelenting hand worked her clit through it all. As her convulsions began to end, Faust loosened the arm-grip on her neck, and when she turned to him he saw the tears in her eyes. His cock was throbbing.
She said nothing as her breathing began to slow, simply gazing into the eyes of her lover and soon-to-be killer. Cautiously, Faust released her from his embrace, curious to see where this was going.
The bandit figured he was a mercenary, here to collect the bounty on her and her companions, but she also wondered what kind of man he was. She wondered what it would take for such man to soften his heart, to love a criminal like her. She thought about how life might have been different if they had met under different circumstances. What would it feel like to have this man keep her bed warm every night? In another life, she could be making dinner for him every day, greeting him with a hug and kiss as he returned home from work, tired and sore, hungry for food and her embrace; her bosom, her mouth, and her pussy would be the home he would think about as he was out traveling. The bandit thought all this and sighed silently as the tears fell.
Faust watched her in the dark, her pretty face half lit by the faint candlelight, tears sparkling on her cheek and in her eyes. She began to undress.
"Will I live to see the morning?" the bandit asked quietly, undoing the straps on her leather doublet. Faust hadn't noticed her cute, womanly voice until now.
"You will not live to see me walk out of this room," he answered her truthfully.
"I see," she responded. The bandit's leather doublet fell from her body. She crossed her arms as she grasped at the ends of her white smock, lifting them over her head to reveal two shapely, moderately size breasts. Her nipples were erect, but lightly colored, almost the same color as her cream skin. There was a scar that ran down her sternum to her delicate, pierced navel.
"Then take me," she purred, grabbing Faust's wet hand and placing it on her chest, "before you take my life."
He instinctively grabbed and felt the pressure from her breast fill his palm and fingers. She immediately began to fumble with his belt. Faust worked to remove his armor and shirt.
Oh no, Faust suddenly realized. My dagger!
He quickly reached for his left belt scabbard but it was too late. The bandit grabbed the dagger, but to Faust's astonishment, tossed it aside without even looking at it to continue removing his pants. She felt his hesitation and looked up at him.
"Even with a knife, I cannot overpower you, I know that much," she reassured him as his pants fell to the floor. "Please," she said, taking his manhood in her small hands as she gently fell to her knees, "I desire this."
With that, she began licking his shaft up and down, eagerly applying her entire life's knowledge of pleasuring men to Faust's throbbing, pulsating cock. With every twitch of him, the bandit felt herself get wetter and soon freed a hand to rub her own hot frustration. She began to deepthroat him. Faust, finally successful in taking off his top, gazed in amazement at the criminal's talented, pretty mouth, before moving his sight to her slim, sweaty back, ending in the Venusian curves of her bare buttocks. Her entire body was glistening and he ran his hands all over her, groaning. Cock in mouth, the bandit would have smiled if she could, knowing how much pleasure she was giving her killer.
He wants me, she thought rosily, he's assigned to kill me, but he wants me so bad.
The bandit then released his cock with a big slurp and said while gasping, "Lie down so I can ride you!"
Faust obliged. She crouched herself over his thick cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling every inch as it entered the walls of her drenched vagina, dousing it with her love juices as it penetrated deep within her hole, eager to provide a loving and tight home for Faust's invading manhood; she caught herself mid-moan, careful not to make too much noise. She desired no interruption right now.
The vision of this slutty bandit on top of him, blushing and satisfying herself on his rock-hard cock was something Faust would never have imagined. She rocked slowly, whimpering in joy, eyes locked on his. She was beautiful. He came in seconds.
She felt him fill her up and smiled. Then she leaned down and kissed him long and hard. Lips still touching, the bandit reached for the dagger she had tossed aside earlier. Faust's eyes were shut, lost in the ecstasy of her warm pussy and wet mouth. He was completely at her mercy. When he opened them, he saw the dagger in her hand, over his chest, tip on his heart.
Before he could even react, the bandit flipped the dagger and presented him the handle.
"Do what you must, but do not leave my embrace," she said sweetly. There was a wistful sadness in her voice, and Faust pitied her. But there were still four other bandits in the fort, and he still had a bounty to collect. He took the dagger.
Faust was an experienced killer, and he knew the quickest and most painless way to end a life with a blade. His eyes still locked into hers, dick still throbbing in pussy, Faust slowly drove the knife into her chest, careful to avoid her heart but still strike her major blood veins. He quickly pulled out the knife. She gasped and coughed a little, and Faust felt the life slowly leaving her body. His cock began to grow again inside her.
The bandit felt his cock revive and this made her happy. With what little energy she had left, the bandit began gently rocking her hips, hoping to feel his excitement for her one last time. She fell on top of him and embraced him, burying her face into his neck, whispering, "Yes, yes," over and over again, each time weaker than the last. Faust's cock began to become lubricated with her flowing blood and he met her embrace with his own, caressing her neck and the small of her back. She moaned in quiet satisfaction.
There are worse ways to die, she thought, feeling the cold of death inside her juxtaposed with the warmth of her killer's body under her.
As the bandit's body was moving against his, Faust felt her soon lose strength, but he did not pull out his cock yet. He wanted to feel the waning of her heartbeat as life left her. She continued to whisper in his ear, growing softer and softer.
"Yes, yes, yes.....yes......yes......."
Faust felt the slightest touch of her lips on his neck as she parted him with a final kiss of love.
As the bandit exhaled her last, Faust once again came, harder than before, and he tightened his embrace as he pumped his seed into her limp, but still warm, body. One, two, three, four times he shot into her dead, wet pussy. He kissed her neck, like she kissed his, and lay there a moment, gathering his wits as the beautiful corpse atop his chest continued to bleed all over him.
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A few minutes later, Faust finished donning the rest of his gear and opened the door to continue his task. He looked back one final time at the anonymous bandit, bloody and dead on the floor of non-descript room in an old, forgotten fort, naked and full of a stranger's cum. Like her, Faust wondered what might have been if things had been different.
"I never got a name," he regretfully observed.
Shutting the door behind him, Faust made his way to the main hall.
Chapter 1
The First Kill
The old fort had been abandoned for a few years now since the last rebellion, and it was clear that time had taken its toll on the chipped stone and rusty gates. Its jail cells were rank with a cold wetness and the hallways were littered with broken spears, arrow shafts, and cobwebs. The stone staircases were missing steps and little sprouts of grass shot through the cracks in the ground, and if not for the faint glow of candlelight and the sound of distant voices from the main hall, one would be correct in assuming not a soul resided in this musty place.
Faust, an ex-ranger turned bounty hunter, silently crept towards the bustling sounds of a camp, slinking along the crumbling stone walls.
"They've holed themselves up in Fort Brathe, coming down every day to disrupt and raid the main road for trading caravans!" the town mayor had said earlier that morning. "I'll pay you 20 gold pieces for each bandit head! 50 for the leader!"
"Well, how many are there?" Faust had asked.
No more than five, Faust remembered the mayor's answer as he made his way down the hallway, carefully listening to the sounds of human voices growing louder and louder. With every door he passed, Faust made sure to check inside, ensuring no attack would come from behind as he progressed towards his goal. The hallway veered left into what was probably the main hall, but there was a room to the right before the corner. Underneath the door frame Faust caught a glimpse of flickering shadows and light. He had to check it.
As Faust placed his hand on the handle to push inwards, his body halted at the sound of woman's voice coming from inside; it was whimper, almost a crying sound. He slowly eased the door open to take a look at what it was—a slender young woman, probably in her twenties, lying on a rug with her back towards the door. Her cloth breeches were undone and pulled to her shaking knees, while the rest of her body was clothed in bandit's attire: an over-sized leather vest (probably a man's) over a dirty white smock with bandit skull patches visible on the shoulder and back. Faust could make out the glistening sweat on the cream-colored skin of her lower back and buttocks, a lusty sheen illuminated by the single candle lit atop a nearby wooden barrel. Her shoulder-length hair, dark but greasy, looked unkempt with frizz. She turned her head to the side for a moment and Faust glimpsed her pretty face in silhouette. She quietly shivered in pleasure as her hands worked in between her thighs; Faust could hear the slick of moisture in her quick, but methodical movements.
Faust had spent most of his early life tracking animals as a ranger, so entering the room without alerting his preoccupied target was no problem. For whatever reason, this bandit had isolated herself to this room; Faust would not let this opportunity be wasted. That said, he was determined to not steal away the pleasure she had worked so hard for: with the agility of a cat, Faust quickly lay behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck, and with his other hand Faust expertly replaced the bandit's over her leaking womanhood, not missing a beat to her labor of self-love.
She gasped and turned to look at her assailant, but moved little as he worked her bandit pussy, matching the rhythm he had witnessed just moments before. Faust tightened his arm grip on her neck, a silent threat, before gazing into the eyes of his bounty: dark, intelligent, and utterly at his mercy. He moved his crotch into her buttocks and began rubbing himself on her, and she responded in kind by bucking her hips into him.
"Who are you?" she breathed, overwhelmed by his manly, aggressive touch.
"Silence," Faust scolded her under his breath, tightening his grip on her neck again. "When you come, make no noise, and I will spare you."
Fear filled her eyes for a moment when she realized he was in fact an enemy, but it was soon overtaken by the love from Faust's fingers. A slave to pleasure, the hapless bandit began to tenderly lick her assailant's arm, unable to prevent herself from reciprocating in some way the rapture she felt in her loins. Faust felt this cat-licking and smiled at the thought of his victim's arousal for him. His cock was hungry.
The bandit turned her head again and Faust saw the pleading in her face.
"Please," she whispered. She opened her mouth to him, extending her tongue like an olive branch, desperate to meet his, all the while she begged with her eyes. She was begging for her life, begging for his cock, begging for this moment to last forever.
Faust kissed her deeply and felt her tongue explore his. You dirty whore, he thought.
It was in this moment—mouths locked, bodies entwined, and one beautiful bandit life hanging in the balance—that Faust's first kill of the night came. She shuddered violently as she released her mouth from his, quietly heaving her breath in tandem with the waves of pleasure coursing through her tensed-up body. Faust felt warmth on his hand as her sex juice flowed freely. The whole ordeal lasted nearly two minutes, the sexual drama in her body refusing to end as Faust's unrelenting hand worked her clit through it all. As her convulsions began to end, Faust loosened the arm-grip on her neck, and when she turned to him he saw the tears in her eyes. His cock was throbbing.
She said nothing as her breathing began to slow, simply gazing into the eyes of her lover and soon-to-be killer. Cautiously, Faust released her from his embrace, curious to see where this was going.
The bandit figured he was a mercenary, here to collect the bounty on her and her companions, but she also wondered what kind of man he was. She wondered what it would take for such man to soften his heart, to love a criminal like her. She thought about how life might have been different if they had met under different circumstances. What would it feel like to have this man keep her bed warm every night? In another life, she could be making dinner for him every day, greeting him with a hug and kiss as he returned home from work, tired and sore, hungry for food and her embrace; her bosom, her mouth, and her pussy would be the home he would think about as he was out traveling. The bandit thought all this and sighed silently as the tears fell.
Faust watched her in the dark, her pretty face half lit by the faint candlelight, tears sparkling on her cheek and in her eyes. She began to undress.
"Will I live to see the morning?" the bandit asked quietly, undoing the straps on her leather doublet. Faust hadn't noticed her cute, womanly voice until now.
"You will not live to see me walk out of this room," he answered her truthfully.
"I see," she responded. The bandit's leather doublet fell from her body. She crossed her arms as she grasped at the ends of her white smock, lifting them over her head to reveal two shapely, moderately size breasts. Her nipples were erect, but lightly colored, almost the same color as her cream skin. There was a scar that ran down her sternum to her delicate, pierced navel.
"Then take me," she purred, grabbing Faust's wet hand and placing it on her chest, "before you take my life."
He instinctively grabbed and felt the pressure from her breast fill his palm and fingers. She immediately began to fumble with his belt. Faust worked to remove his armor and shirt.
Oh no, Faust suddenly realized. My dagger!
He quickly reached for his left belt scabbard but it was too late. The bandit grabbed the dagger, but to Faust's astonishment, tossed it aside without even looking at it to continue removing his pants. She felt his hesitation and looked up at him.
"Even with a knife, I cannot overpower you, I know that much," she reassured him as his pants fell to the floor. "Please," she said, taking his manhood in her small hands as she gently fell to her knees, "I desire this."
With that, she began licking his shaft up and down, eagerly applying her entire life's knowledge of pleasuring men to Faust's throbbing, pulsating cock. With every twitch of him, the bandit felt herself get wetter and soon freed a hand to rub her own hot frustration. She began to deepthroat him. Faust, finally successful in taking off his top, gazed in amazement at the criminal's talented, pretty mouth, before moving his sight to her slim, sweaty back, ending in the Venusian curves of her bare buttocks. Her entire body was glistening and he ran his hands all over her, groaning. Cock in mouth, the bandit would have smiled if she could, knowing how much pleasure she was giving her killer.
He wants me, she thought rosily, he's assigned to kill me, but he wants me so bad.
The bandit then released his cock with a big slurp and said while gasping, "Lie down so I can ride you!"
Faust obliged. She crouched herself over his thick cock and slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling every inch as it entered the walls of her drenched vagina, dousing it with her love juices as it penetrated deep within her hole, eager to provide a loving and tight home for Faust's invading manhood; she caught herself mid-moan, careful not to make too much noise. She desired no interruption right now.
The vision of this slutty bandit on top of him, blushing and satisfying herself on his rock-hard cock was something Faust would never have imagined. She rocked slowly, whimpering in joy, eyes locked on his. She was beautiful. He came in seconds.
She felt him fill her up and smiled. Then she leaned down and kissed him long and hard. Lips still touching, the bandit reached for the dagger she had tossed aside earlier. Faust's eyes were shut, lost in the ecstasy of her warm pussy and wet mouth. He was completely at her mercy. When he opened them, he saw the dagger in her hand, over his chest, tip on his heart.
Before he could even react, the bandit flipped the dagger and presented him the handle.
"Do what you must, but do not leave my embrace," she said sweetly. There was a wistful sadness in her voice, and Faust pitied her. But there were still four other bandits in the fort, and he still had a bounty to collect. He took the dagger.
Faust was an experienced killer, and he knew the quickest and most painless way to end a life with a blade. His eyes still locked into hers, dick still throbbing in pussy, Faust slowly drove the knife into her chest, careful to avoid her heart but still strike her major blood veins. He quickly pulled out the knife. She gasped and coughed a little, and Faust felt the life slowly leaving her body. His cock began to grow again inside her.
The bandit felt his cock revive and this made her happy. With what little energy she had left, the bandit began gently rocking her hips, hoping to feel his excitement for her one last time. She fell on top of him and embraced him, burying her face into his neck, whispering, "Yes, yes," over and over again, each time weaker than the last. Faust's cock began to become lubricated with her flowing blood and he met her embrace with his own, caressing her neck and the small of her back. She moaned in quiet satisfaction.
There are worse ways to die, she thought, feeling the cold of death inside her juxtaposed with the warmth of her killer's body under her.
As the bandit's body was moving against his, Faust felt her soon lose strength, but he did not pull out his cock yet. He wanted to feel the waning of her heartbeat as life left her. She continued to whisper in his ear, growing softer and softer.
"Yes, yes, yes.....yes......yes......."
Faust felt the slightest touch of her lips on his neck as she parted him with a final kiss of love.
As the bandit exhaled her last, Faust once again came, harder than before, and he tightened his embrace as he pumped his seed into her limp, but still warm, body. One, two, three, four times he shot into her dead, wet pussy. He kissed her neck, like she kissed his, and lay there a moment, gathering his wits as the beautiful corpse atop his chest continued to bleed all over him.
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A few minutes later, Faust finished donning the rest of his gear and opened the door to continue his task. He looked back one final time at the anonymous bandit, bloody and dead on the floor of non-descript room in an old, forgotten fort, naked and full of a stranger's cum. Like her, Faust wondered what might have been if things had been different.
"I never got a name," he regretfully observed.
Shutting the door behind him, Faust made his way to the main hall.
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