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The alarm was first raised by Juro, a local fisherman who had a small fishing hut on log poles in one of the shallow corners of the river near the edge of Lily Lake. He then nearly at once attracted the attention of Àcheram, the Dockmaster, who then began blowing the horn he always kept by his side, as if he were trying to rouse all of Tellismere itself. The Dockmaster had the keenest eyes in the village, and could smell trouble even further away, it was said. He was now blowing his horn with all of his strength, not just the usual short toots he used to communicate, with incoming and outgoing vessels on the river, but deep long soundings that conveyed a much more desperate meaning.

Rowan dropped his hammer and tongs, and the rest of the smithy started to also fall silent as everyone stopped in turn also to listen.

"Why is the Dockmaster calling out an alarm? Is a boat about to crash into the docks? Or is there trouble on the river?" Ignold, Gorge's nephew and the junior journeyman smith wondered out loud.

"I think not." Rowan replied with a confidence he didn't feel. "That has happened before, most recently about three years ago, and he used just loud short and fast notes then. This is different and new ... some other problem entirely. Can anyone hear another horn from the direction north river watchtower? If there was trouble coming from down the river, surely Duflyl would have sounded an alarm from there as well. We're certainly close enough to hear it clearly from here!"

Walking outside of the smithy onto the river road, everyone stopped to listen more carefully. Whatever the trouble was, the River Watch alarm had not sounded their alarm, nor had the Crossroads Bridge Guard sounded their alarm either. The East Tower watch post, further south on the eastern forest edge of the village, was also silent as well, but if this was not an attack, then what was wrong?

Rowan started to trot past the stable, across the road, towards the docks to get a better look at the situation when Boyle came barreling around the corner and nearly collided into his friend, nearly out of breath and his blue eyes wide with alarm.

"There's big trouble across the river, on the Duke's island... , right where his daughter has her big tent. You can hear screaming over there from the docks, and I could see something big moving behind her tent ... something really big!" He panted.

Boyle might be just a little slow of wit, but no one had ever accused him of being over-imaginative ... and there was nothing at all wrong with his eyes either. If he saw something bigger than a twelve foot tall pavilion tent, then it was real.

"Cedany and the other attendant ladies must be in danger!" He wheezed, panting for breath.

With a sudden jolt of thought, Rowan suddenly realized that his beloved was in perhaps in mortal danger from this huge menace, and that he had already dithered and waited far too long. In a blink he was gone, running as fast as he could, running as if for his very life ... and that of Cedany's, down the hill towards the docks, leaving a panting Boyle soon far behind him. For a brief moment, he had considered running down the road to the bridge and crossing there, but he knew that would take nearly five minutes, even at a dash. No, he felt that every second was precious, now. Running as fast as he had ever run before, Rowan sped down the slope of the riverbank and down the length of the nearest dock, and when he reached the end of the wooden planks, he dove swiftly into the river and swam for the island shore, with fast crisp chopping strokes.

He knew that he was a fast and strong swimmer, and he was sure that he could cross the river here to the island, across the lily covered lake, faster than he could have run the distance around it, but every stroke and breath that he took seemed to be one too many. At exercise, he often had swum this distance in about three minutes, but now even taking just two minutes would mean disaster. Of this he was sure.

Now in almost a blind, terrified panic, he arose when the water became too shallow to swim, and hastily splashed his way the final twenty yards to shore, scattering lily pads, ducks and swans alike in his hasty dread. With a swift glimpse behind him across the river, he could see that Boyle was starting his own, much slower, swim across the river and that more sounds of alarm were now coming from the river bridge guard tower. Help was coming, but probably much too late now to help the ladies.

Now that he was on shore on the Duke's island, he at last got his first clear look at the situation he now faced, and if anything, his heart was even more filled with dread and terror. Boyle had certainly not exaggerated the size of the creature that he had seen, and now, at fairly close range, the monster seemed to be even larger. It was certainly near the height of three grown men; fifteen feet tall at minimum, maybe even a foot or two more. Just the sight of the huge monster caused Rowan's blood to freeze in his veins.

The creature was man-shaped, but had cloven hooves for both of its two goat-like feet, and black coarse fur that covered its body up to its neck. The hands were tipped with great black pointed claws that appeared to be able to easily rend and shred armor, gauging by the sickening sight of the pile of guardsman and female bodies strewn all over the grass around the monster. Its head was much like that of an especially angry goat, except it had but a single long and straight horn on its forehead that appeared to have a black menacing glow to it.

The Lady Ayleth, and her few surviving attendants, were fair nearly trapped out in the open of the field behind their pavilion; quite cornered and unable to either escape or retreat. The demonic creature was faster ... and far stronger. In fact, the only thing that appeared to be saving them, at the moment, was that the Lady's Foole, dressed in his comical motley jacket and colorful pantaloons with his jester's belled cap, was standing protectively in front of her, loudly chanting a prayer of protection. That and perhaps the evil creature considered that it was in no danger whatsoever here, and was enjoying itself, not wanting to rush its sport. Already it had been gruesomely busy as blood was literally dripping from its clawed hands to the ground.

Then it laughed; a terrible awful sound that Rowan never, ever wished to hear uttered again. It echoed of hell, and of a thousand horrible dooms, and all that heard it shivered and some of the ladies near the Foole obviously lost bladder control and pissed down the front of their thin white linen shifts. It had to be a Daemon, Rowan thought; one of the legendary near-immortal infernal creatures of the past, from the evil days of the Dragon Wars, of an age past.

Look as he might, with hope and fervent prayer, he did not see Cedany; she was not present with the Lady or her few remaining attendants. He prayed that she had made it to safety, or had fled; perhaps to summon guardsmen earlier, but his heart fell ... he knew that Cedany would never leave her mistress' side willingly. Perhaps she now lay among the fallen, hopefully only wounded ... but Rowan had no time to commence a search for her. Bodies were scattered everywhere, and there was blood ... pools of it, just as Cedany had foreseen.

One of Ayleth's remaining attendant ladies could no longer stand the horror anymore, and she made a terrified dash for freedom. The Daemon was much faster. In a single lightning fast grab, it seized the horrified girl and tore away her brief white linen shift. When she was naked and helpless in its arms, she was nearly at once then brutally impaled upon the creature's gigantic phallus. It was a monstrous rape, but almost fortunately for its victim, his titanic sized member was far too huge for any mortal woman to hope to accommodate such an assault, and it didn't last long. Upon her violent impalement, her womb, bowels, and gut all burst outwards nearly at once, as her lower body, from her groin to her stomach, virtually exploded in a visceral cloud of rain of blood and tissue from the massive irresistible internal pressure. After a few moments the creature grunted and then uttered another vile laugh as the Daemon's massive cock erupted a flood of dark semen throughout the ravaged innards and it soon discarded his bloody quivering and soon to be lifeless plaything and victim to the ground. The sight of its black smoky ejaculate, mixed with the flowing blood of the ravaged maiden, was just an unspeakably terrible a sight to behold, and Rowan didn't think that she had been the Daemon's first unwilling victim to be torn apart in such an unwholesome and horrific manner.

Corpses littered the grassy field; dozens of them, both guardsman and soft naked and utterly violated female flesh was strewn all about the area, as if it had become an abattoir; a slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere, in pools and in small trickling streams that now slowly were flowing down to the river. Far, far too much blood covered the green grass, all over the field.

A trio of young guardsmen stood off at a distance, waiting and watching in despair. They knew they were no match alone for this terror, and they had seen their friends and barracks-mates casually dismembered and slaughtered, without any injury done in return to the foul creature. Their only hope was reinforcements; as many soldiers and guards as could be summoned to help ... but it would take time. Time that the Lady Ayleth and her few surviving friends did not have.

When the monster smiled and started to take a step towards the Foole, the Lady, and their remaining companions, Rowan knew that he had to act. He needed to do something, anything, to give the guards just a little more time to assemble and find their courage. It wouldn't be enough, of that he was certain, but still he needed to do something to delay the inevitable. Perhaps his death would buy the Lady a few precious moments with which to escape.

Once again he dashed into a full run and he sped towards the monster, and when he reached it Rowan leaped at the last moment and dove up upon the creature's broad hairy back. With a jerk and a lift, he was able to wrap his strong left arm around the monsters neck, and with his free right hand, he drew his small belt knife. It was a very poor weapon for such an undertaking, but it was the only one that he had on-hand. It didn't much matter anyway, since his knife blade instantly snapped against the seemingly impossibly rock hard skin and flesh of the monster. Seemingly, his one and only chance was gone.

Looking at the ground he could see other broken weapons near the Daemon's feet. Obviously some magical or pure blessed-silver weapon was needed to harm this foe and he hoped that someone from the castle was hurrying here with one, and would hopefully be arriving soon or else the blood pools would soon become even deeper.

The Daemon paused a moment, seeming uncertain about whether it should first dislodge this pesky mortal now riding his back, or else instead grab the terrified Lady that was now just within his reach. It was at this moment that another guard arrived, in full armor, and without waiting for his three dithering companions, bravely threw himself alone against the creature. In but a moment, his sword, alas a normal and very un-magical one, was shattered as well against its seemingly impervious skin, and with a single vicious swipe of an awful razer sharp claw, his brave head was severed from his body, and rolled away from his body for some great distance on the blood covered grass.

As the helmet flew from the severed head, Rowan saw, in a flash, that it was his friend, Lieutenant Robrick, who had boldly given his life, to give him another moment's protection, and to aid in the rescue of the Lady. It was for nothing ... but it was the bravest thing that Rowan had ever seen in his life and he swore under his breath that somehow he would avenge him.

Staggered nearly off balance for a moment, as the Daemon gave Robrick's mangled and headless body a vicious kick to knock it away from him, Rowan took the moment to make one last try to subdue the creature, with his bare hands even if necessary. He was the strongest man in the village beyond a doubt, with arms coiled tight with hard muscles from wielding the hammer endlessly against the unyielding forge, and he decided to risk everything, in an attempt to snap the creature's neck, since its skin was too tough to be cut with swords and spears, or even be choked into submission.

"This is probably going to hurt ... bad, but I'll likely not live long enough to regret it!" Rowan thought to himself, as he lifted himself up further on the creatures broad back, so that he actually soon stood on top of the Daemon's shoulders. With a prayer to Árfæsliss, the Goddess of Mercy, and Gléagerád, the God of Wisdom and Fools on his lips, he wrapped both of his mighty hands around the terrible black glowing horn on its forehead.

The pain from merely touching the horn was unimaginable, like red hot skewers going into every part of his body at once. His hands felt like they were on fire; fully ablaze as if they had been immersed into molten iron straight from a furnace. At first he thought that they had indeed been utterly burned away to the very bone, but after opening his pain-stabbed eyes for a moment, he could see that they were both apparently undamaged and his grip upon the infernal horn was tight.

With all of his mortal strength, Rowan pulled back on the horn, trying to snap the creature's neck, and held his grip iron tight despite the agonizing soul-wrenching pain. Alarmed, the Daemon now tried to claw and shake his captor loose, but despite the wounds, Rowan held on firm. The Lady was inching away now, once again just barely out of reach. When his legs flew away free from on top of the monster's shoulders, he instead now wrapped them both tightly around the Daemon's neck so that not even its vile claws could now dislodge him no matter how hard the claws raked and tore into his flesh. His blood flowed like a river down the infernal monster's chest and fell like a gruesome crimson rain to the ground. Still the creature's neck was too strong and thick to be broke.

His eyes clouded with exertion and stabbing pain, Rowan looked up to see that his friend Boyle had now arrived and appeared ready to fight, bravely but unarmed. Taking advantage of the distraction, the stout lad was ordering the trio of uncertain guardsmen to go forth with him. As several new reinforcements also belated came at last to assist in the battle, the group of guardsmen at last found their courage and followed Boyle into the fray. Their weapons proved impotent, just like all of the others, but at least now they were an additional distraction for the Daemon, and this allowed the Foole to now attempt to lead the women he was protecting further away to safety.

With a last desperate and inhumanly fast lunge forward, the Daemon reached out to grab the Duke's daughter, who was obviously still his original intended prey, right from the very start, but with his head and neck immobilized by Rowan's grasp, his claw swing at her was just out of range and insufficient to grasp and hold her.

She had nearly gotten well enough away and out of his reach for good, until suddenly and totally unexpectedly, the daemonic horn snapped cleanly off from the base of its skull and Rowan, black horn still firmly in hand, flew backwards off of the creature to fall to the blood soaked killing ground.

Freed at last, the Daemon leapt forward at an astonishing speed and at once snatched up the Lady Ayleth into both of his bloody clawed hands and he held her fast. As Rowan woozily got back onto his bloody feet, he could see the Lady's gown being torn away with its sharp fanged teeth and the Lady's thin white gown fell away in bloody tatters to the ground, leaving her naked and defenseless in its arms. In a matter of moments, she was naked and helpless in its demonic grasp, It cried out an awful, terrible cry of triumph and it was quite clear that the horror now intended to debauch and dispatch his new noble victim exactly as he had done the earlier maidens; to use his improbably massive phallus to rip deeply inside of her and to use it to eviscerate her and soil her with his infernal seed, just as he had done to her other attendants. Its arms carried her screaming but helplessly, down to press her bare cunt right up against the tip of his monstrous barbed and leathery cock. He toyed with his phallus, rubbing it against her smooth pubic mound and her flat stomach and her ripe breasts, toying with her. Then back once again to press its cockhead firmly against her helpless vaginal lips, which were now ripe for just a single remorseless thrust to execute her unspeakable final outrage and doom.

With not a second left to lose, Rowan once again leapt back onto the Daemon's back, but this time he had a weapon that could absolutely indeed pierce this otherwise invulnerable hide. With a desperate mighty stab, he drove the Daemon's own horn deep into the center of the evil creatures back, halting forever that fatal thrust that would have impaled the young Lady upon its horrible barbed phallus, rending and rupturing her entrails and guts fatally.

Not yet mortally wounded, the monster instead decided to more certainly and quickly instead dispatch its victim, and it attempted instead to bite off the Lady's head, but another strong stabbing of the horn removed most of the strength and accuracy from the bite of its long fangs. In a spray of blood the Lady flew free from the monster's hand and was flung onto the grass and to relative safety with but relatively minor injuries.

Now, perhaps direly wounded, the Daemon rolled free and crouched upon the ground on all fours, as if it were a injured black leopard preparing for one last final murderous leap upon its foe. With an awful howl of anger and pain, it pounced upon a weary and sorely wounded Rowan, who had just barely the strength to have arisen back onto his feet to meet this final onslaught. From the corner of his eye he could see Boyle and the guardsmen, all also knocked to the ground and quite stunned, but otherwise more or less hale and hearty.

Rowan could see that Boyle, with a determined scowl of his face was struggling to regain his feet, to help aid his friend from the terrible assault that was about to come, but that he just couldn't manage it in time. Alone, Rowan held the Daemon horn firmly in his right hand, and he tried to duck under the creature's deadly leap. He mostly succeeded.

Rowan could never clearly remember the next few remaining moments. He felt terrible pain and the flow of fresh newly flowing blood, but not quite all of it was his own. In a desperate frenzy, he just kept plunging that Daemon horn over and over, as deeply as he could, into the chest of the now mortally wounded and loudly bellowing infernal monstrosity, until at last, everything was silent, quiet, and still, and the last drops of blood flowed onto the formerly green grassy field amidst the hushed voices of the pitifully few handful of survivors.

He lived, he thought, but Rowan found that it hurt too much to move, and that his strength was quite gone. In the darkness, he thought he could hear the sound of women singing, and of a weaving loom shuttle moving, but when he opened his eyes to see if he had, indeed, entered the Shadowlands. He, instead, saw that he was lying in a great pool of blood.

When his eyes cleared and focused a little more, he could now see Cedany's face quite near to his own. She was smiling at him; happy even, but why was her face so very pale? Her skin was now alabaster white, and as pale as a corpse's, and while her lovely green eyes looked deeply into his, they were entirely without reaction and unblinking. The gapping wound across her throat was terrible to behold and it would desperately need a medicus' care right away at once, except that the blood had long since stopped flowing and her dreadful wound was now dry.

With the very last of his strength, Rowan raised a hand to gently close his beloved's beautiful green dead eyes, after he looked into them for the last and final time, and he didn't even have the strength to howl out even a single tear for his awful loss. When he shut his eyes again, he collapsed into the darkness of an abyss, and he never expected to ever open them again.

When Rowan next opened his eyes, they hurt with so much pain that he quickly clinched them tightly closed again. He wanted to call out with pain and sob for the loss of his beloved, now forever taken from him to the Shadowlands, but he did not have the strength to even whimper, and the first tear of sorrow and despair just would not come.

Still, what he had briefly seen was encouraging. He was in a good bed, with a glass window that clearly let in the strong morning sun, and several people were hovering over him in attendance. Only a few villagers in Swanford had homes with plate glass for windows. The Headsman had glass windows, as did Frigrast the head trading factor, and even the zealous priest Lankfred had a few in his home as well, but none of these places felt quite right.

"Where am I?" He weakly whispered.

"Good morning young hero! You're in Madame Ethrell's house, and she and I are tending to your wounds, of which I might say you had a great many. The worst of your injuries are mostly healed, but a few matters still require careful attending to. Still, we have very hopeful and encouraging expectations!"

Rowan managed to get his eyes opened again, a little wider this time, and ignoring the pain, he squinted to take a closer look at his tenders. Now that he could focus a little, he could clearly make out the stout, but petite form of Ethrell. She fancied herself as the local Wise-Woman, and often tended to the minor and not so minor hurts and illnesses of the village, and was popular with nearly everyone. Father Frigrast had once publicly condemned her as a witch, but let the matter drop once he learned that absolutely no one was inclined to gather faggots to burn her at a stake. Village opinion was that once you were safely into her hands for care, your odds for a full and speedy recovery were exceedingly good. Unlike the more skilled and rare travelling Moon-Women, Ethrell had no magical abilities or the gift of prophecy, but she knew her herbs and healing skills more than adequately.

The other man, who stood towering next to her, was a stranger that Rowan did not know, but he had a vague guess as to his identity.

"And you are the Duke's Foole? I think I saw you on the pavilion green, sheltering the Lady and her attendants."

"Quite so. Gléager Oddtus is my name, but I just usually go by Oddtus for casual simplicity, and while I'm not actually the Duke's Foole, he manages that job well enough on his own, without my help, I'm visiting with him for the summer. I'm a fully accredited Histrio or Lore-Master, and also quite a skilled gléaman or joculator, and I'm also a moderately talented poet and skald that has performed in every royal and Ducal court in these lands, near or far. Furthermore, I'm rather a deft hand on more than four dozen musical instruments, but I hate being called a mere simple mestier or a mundane minstrel. All of these skills are quite at your service, but I need to state now and for the record that I do not do pantomime ... and all mimus should in fact be gathered up and taken off to Caestor, to be fed to some hungry lions in one of their arenas!

"Gléager ... that's the name of one of the banished Gods, isn't it."

"Partially. That God's name is Gléagerád, the God of Mirth and Wisdom. Both qualities of which have been in very short supply on this world, in recent years. All true Lore-Masters take some part of the God's name; it's traditional and I have it on very good terms that the God doesn't mind sharing. The God also watches after fools, which covers both of us nicely. It's suicide to run into battle against even some of the minor Internals without a magic weapon, or good silver to affect it, but you somehow managed the impossible against one of the greater Daemons with naught but your bare hands. That is true foolishness indeed!"

"Good terms ... you have spoken with the Gods?"

"Of course not, they're all Banished ... just how old do you take me for? Besides, if the God has any objections to my name, he can politely ask me to stop using it, and I'll cheerfully take another one. Like colorful gléaman clothing, and a stupid story that's been told too many times to still be funny, it's good to gather a few extra names and give them a frequent good airing out. They get so worn out and tattered after traveling!"

"Oh ... well, how badly am I hurt ... and is the Lady Ayleth quite alright?"

"The worst of your wounds have closed and should heal up nicely, and very soon, but you'll have several interesting scars left to show for the experience. That and your ribs may likely be tender still for another week or two. You broke over half of them during the battle. As for the temperamental Lady Ayleth, she did not receive any significant debilitating injuries, except, perhaps, to her pride, but since that portion of her was already badly oversized and swollen, a good lancing of that boil will be most efficacious for everyone. Her father the Duke has taken her back to Tellismere, the city, to be treated there. I think he will find that her minor bodily wounds will heal fast and clean, but that the fang scars on her face will be far more difficult to treat. It is possible that she might remain scarred for life, and that could be a rather bad thing for everyone concerned."

"Everyone? How so? From what little I know of her, her pride and attitude towards her lessers could use some adjusting. Perhaps this disfigurement will wean her of her pride."

"On the contrary, such a personal scarring might probably instead lead to even greater scorn, and her treatment of others could even descend into base cruelty. Mentally, she had an extremely close call with a rather appallingly lethal deflowering as well, and she'll remember that experience in her dreams for some long time yet to come I fear. As the only child of the Duke, she may yet become the Duchess upon his death ... especially as his health has never been especially good ... weak mind equals a weak body, or is it the other way around? Or so they say. Even should she take a powerful husband that is her social equal, as Duke's daughters tend to do, she might then provide him with wicked counsel and influence him in other unwholesome ways. In every likely eventuality, this Duchy and its people would suffer as a result."

"But you apparently already have a plan for an alternative?"

"Of course I do, but this isn't the time or the place to discuss it. When you are fit and healthy, we will be paying the Duke a casual visit. He wants to meet and honor the man that saved his daughter. Well ... perhaps not really, but he really should meet you anyway, so that gives us awhile to ponder useful alternatives. Now, you've rested in bed quite long enough, and you've got a very long bath to take now. You should also have a bowl or two of soup, as well, if you've got the stomach for some. You've been in a drugged sleep for just over two full weeks now, while the worst of your wounds were healing and until we thought it was safe enough to wake you."

"Two weeks? A bath? I don't see any blood on me anymore."

"It's not that kind of bath. Up with you young Sir! You've already been in bed long enough for now. Tomorrow is the Hāligdæg-tū and the Summer Solstice. A doubly auspicious day for many undertakings, and you'll need to be fit and hale to see it through!"

"Cedany!" Rowan suddenly remembered his beloved and nearly bolted up out of the bed. Hoping against hope, he prayed that she would be near him, to soon be again by his side ... but he recalled her murdered, but un-violated corpse in the field of blood and he sadly sat on the bed with his head in his hands, weak from the memory.

"Gone lad. Buried in the village death-field and well on her way to the Shadowlands. We all did want to wait for you to be up, to be there at her grave to offer your prayers for her safe final journey, but it's high summer ... and she needed to be put to rest quickly. I've talked to her father and tried to give him comfort, but he doesn't quite understand. He's angry and blames everyone, except perhaps the Daemon, and perhaps he always will. He has died in his heart, but you have still so very much to live for. Now up with you, your bath awaits and it really can't be postponed any further."

It took both of his nurses to get Rowan standing up on his feet, and now that he had arisen, he felt as if he was sick with a heavy fever, as if by a strong winter flu. He felt wrong, and his head and body spun with dizziness and alternating pulses of burning heat and odd sudden chills. Oddtus managed to get Rowan into a very large, beaten copper tub outdoors on a patio, which was filled with cool well water, and very oddly, a great amount of picked water lilies blossoms, all of a light blue color. As Rowan entered the chilly water, nearly at once the bright flowers began to fade and wilt into dark dry and empty husks. Their life and beauty entirely sucked out of them.

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This is NOT my work, but another great read that lead to a few nights of hot African roleplay sex!All credit is due to Shooter3704.-------------------------------------------------------This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Pleasedon't remove the author information or make any changesto this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.--------------------------------------------------------Great Horn of Africaby shooter3704 (address defunct)***A man's wife expresses...

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Saturady hangover horn

Seeing as im just registered i thought this would be the best place to share my filthy thoughts and going's-on with you Tongue outMe n a couple of my girl pals went out last night, havent been out for weeks cos my wee b*y was ill so i needed it, and it was SUCH a good night, had a great laugh and danced our asses off.Ive woken up today with my head thumping and a total hangover horn, i dont have the wee g*y till later so i really wish id pulled last night but me n the girlz were havin such an...

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The Life and Times of Jim Horn Texas Ranger An Excerpt

Jim and Buck were working on their second cup of coffee when Jim glanced out the open door and noticed Jasper running down the street toward the office. He burst in through the door! "Sheriff Buck, Jim, please come quick! Bert sent me to tell you there's going to be trouble over at the saloon!" Buck followed Jim who was hot on the boy's trail as he headed back in the direction of the saloon. As soon as Jim saw the number of horses with Mexican rigs at the hitching rail he reached out and...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 7

As the Duke's carriage was back in its normal place in the stables of Haldyne, the Ducal Lady ordered it prepared to carry her back to Swanford the next morning. This wasn't unexpected, and frankly didn't slow down her companions too much at all. Her two white horses were fast and strong and knew the road northeast to the village well. Her guard escort had wanted to move swiftly up the road at a much faster pace than wagons, or carriages could go, but the relatively short trip to the...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 14

With barely a full company's worth of troops currently able to stand or bear arms, Rowan ordered the brave soldiers to take their rest and enjoy the fruits of victory. The Count declared a day of celebration in the town, and a great many wine and ale casks were breached. Some of the now veteran warriors found dalliance with the grateful townsfolk, or their family and friends of the refugee camp followers. Military discipline was abandoned for several days as everyone drank and feasted and...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 16

Survivors of the Battle of Kenniford swore that as bad as this battle had been, the dreadful defense of the town of Ruromel had been worse, but Rowan was not at all sure. Only the deadly accurate missile fire of the goblin slingers had kept the sides of the battle-line clear enough to allow the flanking cavalry archers the freedom to sweep the opposing Eorfleode ranks with bow fire deadly enough to keep their center line from being massively overwhelmed, right from the very start of the...

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The HornedGod cums

Author’s note: This is one of a series of poems I am posting on my blog. I know it’s not a “story” per se, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy reading the postings here. Please comment either here or on my profile if you like it. Thanks. Warm winter winds caress the prairieAs a full moon lights the grass sighing in the air. The Horned-God is walking the erythI smell his seed-scent as it wafts through the currents. The moon feels good on my bare fleshAnd the stars seem to tickle my...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 10

As they ran for awhile, Rowan wondered out loud, as much to himself as to Gwenda. "Do we need to leave a more obvious trail of our passage? I've heard that they are keen trackers, but I know nothing of them from any personal experience." The girl laughed and replied, "Their tracking skills are more than adequate to follow us here in this soft river mud, nearly indefinitely, without any assistance from us! Their eyes are not quite as keen as ours, but they can follow our scent nearly as...

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Rose and the Thorn A Third Personality

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author. It is free to be archived on any site wishing to do so, provided the author is given proper credit. I would really love to hear any comments you'd like to send me. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it! Rose and the Thorn: A Third...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 3

(The continuing adventures of Alphonse D'Paris formerly known as Mabel Mahoney.) I spread my cloak over the exhausted Nicolette and left her to slumber peacefully in the stable. My return to Earthly existence in the form of my coupling partner, a French guy called Alphonse, was further complicated by shifting into a time period over a thousand years prior in a country I had never visited in my true form of Mabel Mahoney. The change from being the "fuckee" into being the "fucker" was...

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Professor Thornton Part 2

‘All wet hey you might need a raincoat Shape down Dreams walking in broad daylight Three hundred sixty five degrees Burning down the house’ The college fitness centre was relatively empty at 3:30 in the afternoon. There were a few members of staff and a smattering of students. I opened my eyes and spotted Professor Thornton straight away. He hadn’t seen me yet and I watched him with growing interest as he grabbed two 100-pound dumbbells and made his way over to the incline...

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Professor Thornton Chapter Two

I've never quite understood the "going through the motions" people in a gym. I mean if you are going to take the time to go to a gym, then you might as well workout. I was watching someone whose workout was so scripted there wasn't the slightest bit of exertion. Whereas I was working hard on the stepper, my quadriceps were complaining bitterly and Talking Heads ‘Burning Down the House’ wafted through my headset, ‘All wet hey you might need a raincoat Shape down Dreams walking in broad daylight...

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Petals and Thorns

A boisterous crowd of eight, sexy, young ladies entered the elevator I was riding down to the lobby in. They were all in their mid-twenties, dressed in skin tight, little black dresses, and black stilettos. They were obviously eager to kick off a night of drinking and dancing. One young lady was dressed noticeably different than the others. Her skin tight, little dress had black and white vertical stripes. I chuckled to myself when I saw the plastic ball and chain around her left ankle. A...

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Daemonium Exmortis

Daemonium Exmortis Danny Rich was a nerdy young man from south carolina. He was a college student of science. That was until he met a girl named Akira. She was a half Japanese american born girl who was a local. She messed with college kids she didn't like using magic. At first he didn't believe in such thing until he started seeing black human shaped shadows in his room after having horrid nightmares plague his mind. For weeks now, after Akira scratched him casually walking by. He wanted...

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Daemonology

Prologue. If anything can be said about me...its that I am a wimp. So it might surprise those that knew me exactly what my job occupation eventually became, only a week and a half when I was forced to spend an evening in a septic tank because Billy Bretterson had decided he didn't like how my glasses sat on my face. So it was that night that I had finally managed to get the damn thing open and had walked home, my pants sopping with things I didn't even try to smell. I walked into my dormitory,...

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a girls view everything has a Horn in Africa

I could hear the water run, so I got up and made my way across to the window and peeled back the curtain, just enough to be able to see out, and not attract attention to my action.I could feel my heart thump in my chest, I had anticipated this moment since I had arrived here, and now it had.I looked down onto the area where the water ran, bathed in the hot afternoon sun, reflecting from the wet stony floor, and onto the bodies of four young black men, of varying heights and body sculpture.My...

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Cum Blow My Horn

I play trumpet and was interested in joining the Armed Forces. I was in Year 11 at high school and decided to apply for Work Experience in the Army Band. I was accepted and within a month I was sitting amongst some of the most talented musicians that Australia has to offer. My Aunty had invited me to stay with her family during the two weeks that I would be there. During the first weekend I was hoping to do something out of the ordinary. My cousin, Shannon, had organized a party for the...

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My Brothers Horn

I was finishing my lunch in the noisy cafeteria when Marcie plunked herself down beside me and whispered loudly, "Did you know your brother had a really big cock?" I made a face at her and kept chewing. "Oh sure," I said when she continued to nod. "And I suppose his skin's cleared up too." "Buck saw him in the shower," Marcie said, looking superior as she usually does. "He said it looked like a python." "Right," I said. "And do you know he's only fourteen? He skipped a...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 2

The pretty little wench, Gwendolyn had never paused long enough to inquire after my name, but her mother the more logical Simone put the question to me shortly after rising the next morning. I am certain that I roused her immediate suspicions when I took a little longer than expected to answer the simple question. In God's truth, I was not going to say my name was Mabel Murphy. At least, not while in possession of a nine inch cock. The only thing I could come up with was the name of the...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 4

I was roused from my haunted dreams by the sound of a female voice calling to me in gentle implore to cease my slumber forthwith. My eyes opened to see the same novitiate with the calming hands that had eased my way into much-needed repose with skilled ministrations that caused my spunk to adorn the far wall with a long line of sagging stickiness. I remember thinking it a shame that she was so dedicated to the service of God that she was overly reluctant to offer me her virginity in...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 5

The young accused witch Hilda was a bit of a nuisance to I, Alphonse D' Paris because she was constantly at my side like a shadow cast by the angle of the sun. Fortunately, my dalliance with Drusilla did not suffer due to the strange effect the girl's presence seemed to have whilst I held the willing juicy wench in close embrace. She was never as emotional as when she knew the young girl's eyes were on my cock sliding into one of her available openings. I had no problem with that at all...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 6

Despite the tragic circumstances of my receiving this estate as a reward for my noble lineage, I was much impressed with the surrounding fertile fields now under my control and the obvious successful industry of the folk who owed their fealty to my rule. I had nothing to do with the terrible fate that had befallen the previous masters and was not in the least complicit in their horrible end. Still, the villagers looked at me and my retinue with some noticeable degree of reservation because...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 7

The castle was bustling with activity upon our return. Apparently, we would be expecting a visit from the royal court to see how our new management had been progressing in the shire. I could only offer my benevolent acceptance of the steps taken by the subordinates who seemed in full grasp of the needed work to be accomplished and I just relaxed and hoped for the best. It seemed to me that the workers were not so much concerned about who was in charge but didn't want outside interference...

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His Horn Blew at MidnightChapter 8

My journey back to AD833 had been for the most part an enjoyable romp with many young nubile females of willing attitudes. It was a fact, however, that I had not been successful in finding a female who was willing to sacrifice herself for me out of true love. It was a fitting outcome because I had spent my adult life in the twentieth century as a wanton slut using men for my personal pleasure and giving them nothing in return except my sexual favors which had no value to me at all. I most...

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A DaemonHorn BladeAttachment A

The Divine: The Weaver's - The Three Great Goddesses; Urðra, Veránda & Skúlda - the Maiden, the Matron and the Crone. They spin, weave and shear our fates into the Ymbwyrcan — the Great Tapestry of Life, to which even the Younger Gods are subject. The Younger Gods, the Æðelings: Seven brothers and sisters. All except for Yfelde Soð are either presumed dead or Banished) Grund — God of the Earth Lagufæ - Sea Goddess Gléagerád — God of Mirth and Wisdom Gældra — Goddess of Spirit...

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A DaemonHorn BladeAttachment B

Crystal Lake City of Tellismere (Capitol of Duchy, where the short Klure River flows west into the Great Western Sea from Crystal Lake) Village of Swanford (just east of Crystal Lake up the Emerald River) City of Evesham (coastal southern port of the Bekingham River, where it flows south from Crystal Lake) Town of Meribren (small coastal town) Town of Alnmouth (small coastal town near the Juniper Mountains) Dead Tree Island (ruined town along a dangerous point of the Emerald...

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A DaemonHorn BladeAttachment C

Dukes Summer Island Castle and Village of Swanford Emerald River and River Guard Tower Crystal Falls and Brittle Mountains Beran Island & Village (Meaning Bear) Hanna Island & Archaic Ruins (Forbidden) Osweleg Island & Village (Meaning Oswyn's Island) Docks & Walled Town of Haldyne Walled Town of Lacestone Walled City of Applewood (or Apeleia "Apple Tree Clearing") Bekingham River (Flows South to Coastal City of Gemehold) Roger's Ford (Highest River Crossing...

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A DaemonHorn BladePrologue

The Maiden Urðra frowned as she reached into her box of raw threads and discarded handful after handful. 'Too dark!' She muttered, mostly to herself, as she drove her hand into her spinning box yet deeper, to find something newer and brighter ... or at least something different. "Yes indeed." The Matron Veránda muttered in concurrence. "The weaving has been much too dark, as of late, and my next panel could do with a bit of brightness." "Quite so!" The Crone Skúlda rasped with...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 1

If there had been a nicer mid-summer, late afternoon in Swanford, then Rowan couldn't remember it. The sun was warm, and very nicely so, but there was enough of a western breeze, off of the ocean and the lake, to keep even the hot forge from being a sweltering place of misery. Off and on all day, he had been hearing sounds of laughter and play from the river, probably from the region of the Lily Lake, but for awhile yet Rowan had some last remaining duties to perform before he could think...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 2

The young friends finished their meal and parted ways for the evening. Bryce was needed back at the bridge guard tower for duty, until the caravan was unloaded down at the southern warehouse, and Boyle wanted to be back at the stables to look over the horses. He would have a busy night attending to them, especially the injured ones, and he would likely also spend much, if not all, of his day tomorrow helping to repair any damage to the wagons. Half-day of scheduled work or not, Boyle was...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 5

Oddly, the fear of running out of money during the long overland journey soon proved to be a chimerical concern. If anything, their coin purses just seemed to grow fatter and heavier with every stop that they made along the road! Right from the very start, Oddtus had made some sort of deal with a westward going caravan heading towards the big walled city of Apeleia (Applewood) offering to share his 'two personal guards' to help guard their caravan, for just a minor payment. With the fears...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 8

The first significant threat of danger came a few days later, on their fifth day of the voyage, as the crew was putting out the dinner campfire, and nearly everyone was preparing their bedrolls along the shore. Knowing that he was unlikely to get any sleep, yet once again, Rowan volunteered to take the first camp watch, to stay up until the moon was in the center of the night sky. One of the crewmen, Tashyl, was taking his turn to hold a similar watch onboard the boat, in case trouble came...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 9

Rowan and his party were indeed having nearly all of the trouble that they could handle. And their epic journey down-river was one that the gléaman could and did tell countless times in the years afterwards. They were making very fast time going back down the river, paddling hard with their oars along with the current to make even greater speed than The Lady Ellyn had made going upriver with sail. They thought that they could reach the island before dawn, under cover of darkness and perhaps...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 11

Despite their lack of proper rest, they started off again right at the very first crack of light and made a decent amount of relatively swift progress on the dryer grassy ground before the skies fully unloaded upon them. The rain soon got so hard that they could barely see ten yards in the woods ahead of them, so they risked a more dangerous but open path across several meadows to speed their course. Driven slightly south, to avoid a large hill that Gwenda feared had an Eorfleode watchpost...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 12

The sight of the destruction of Elmcrygh brought great misery and many tears to the poor survivors of Silana, who had hoped to find shelter and perhaps a new home behind the walls of the great walled town. In size, the now burning ruins were once nearly large enough to be considered a city, and it formerly sheltering tens of thousands of people and was the major hub of trade for nearly a hundred leagues around. Even at the height of their collective despair, Rowan refused to believe that the...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 13

Gwenda was a tall and strikingly beautiful young woman, even dressed up in the plain leathers of a guards-woman. Even this, Lady Ayleth had to grudgingly admit. She was also quite smart and had grown up in a northern barony that was always on the pointed edge of danger, even in more relatively peaceful days. Her sharp green eyes missed little and her generously wide red lips stayed tightly shut when they needed to be, all the better to hear and listen, and react, to what was happening around...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 18

"You've darned near had your darned fool skull split wide open! So remain still and rest your eyes. You'll probably be seeing stars for awhile yet and you'll be dizzy for a few days." Ashburn gently advised her, when she had awoken in pain and darkness later. The healer's voice was trying to sound stern, but Gwenda could hear the smile in his voice even though her eyes were still shut lying in bed. Her head still hurt with a near constant throbbing, even now apparently several days...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 19

If Boyle had been amused by the Lady Ayleth's modesty back at the hot tub in Dragontooth, her reaction to the casual partial nudity that was common in Corælyn, was even more entertaining. Even in the late autumn, the humid and warm winds from both sea coasts kept the temperature quite pleasant and the attire rather stimulatingly casual. For women, the presentation of mostly bare breasts, and their virtually always pierced nipples, was quite the art form. The Foole, quite sincerely, tried to...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 20

Boyle, tried to project confidence that he didn't quite feel as he reviewed with Rowan and Oddtus for the last time what his arranged role was in the madness that was about to occur. Somehow, despite his growing nervousness, he kept his head held high and somehow a smile on his hard-edge but still round face. In the trials of the last seasons, the formerly stocky lad had replaced most, if not quite all of his flab with honest hard muscle. His eyes, like Rowan's and Gwenda's, were black...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 21

Not quite a full hourglass from time Rowan and his companions set foot from off the ship onto Broadmore, on the docks of the walled City of Penryn, right at the mouth of the Penryn River in the Southern Gulf, they found themselves outside the great walled gates of the city facing three great armies, of which only one was their own. There, out of a great field outside of the walls of Broadmore's second greatest city, was the invading army of Drakland which stood ready for battle, holding it...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 22

The ocean trip to the city of Tellismere was somewhat delayed by contrary winds, which at this winter season came near head on, from the northwest. The fleet was running close-hauled, tacking back and forth beating their way upwind. In better weather, the trip could have been made in less than a week, but instead they felt lucky that the trip had only taken two full weeks. From off-shore, the situation with tracking the progress of the Eorfleode horde remained simple. With their slow...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 23

"I don't care what you say, courage or not, that was still a damned stupid thing to do! What were you thinking? You weren't!" Boyle sadly muttered from Ayleth's deathbed, later that evening inside the small keep of Lacestone. "I sent the reserves to hold the left flank and they did!" She whispered, her face sheet white and pale with pain from her crippling and mortal injuries and extreme loss of blood. "The counter-attack swept their right flank and we merged with both the light and...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 24

AFTERWARDS, TEN YEARS LATER Rowan and Boyle smiled as they sunned themselves after a brief swim and watched their wives and their children splash and play in the cool but refreshing waters of Lily Lake in Swanford. It was still early summer, and the shallow river waters had not yet warmed up very much, but they had been eager to leave Tellismere, and the requirements of duty, for a long summer of rest and relaxation. Swanford, still essential as a trade transit town between Crystal Lake and...

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A DaemonHorn BladeChapter 25

AFTERWARDS, ANOTHER FORTY YEARS LATER Rowan held his beloved wife Gwenda extra tightly in bed, for she had been quite ill of late with a winter flux in her lungs that just would not depart, despite the treatments of the local medicus and the village wise-woman together. Even old Ashburn's best trained pupil, Doran, now the master medicus of Tellismere castle had taken ship to tend to her, but none of his remedies seem to offer her any improvement. In addition, her old skull wound suffered...

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A DaemonHorn BladeEpilogue

The Matron Urðra frowned as she completed weaving her first panel of the new tapestry for this age. 'Still too fucking dark!' She muttered, mostly to herself, as she looked towards the new Crone for advice. "Certain it is!" The Crone Veránda muttered, in rather annoyed concurrence. "The last panel of the old age that I weaved, before I took the shears, was bright and held forth some cheer. Now, with your first weavings the world is again dark and sinister. Where is that nice bright...

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Demon GateChapter 6 Locking Horns

Satou boiled with conflicting emotions. He was elated, his heart still racing after his encounter with Higa. He couldn’t keep his mind off her even for a moment as his family chatted around the table. Whenever he closed his eyes, all that he could see was her red skin and her white hair. He could still taste her lips, feel the smoothness of her body, like an afterimage that lingered in his mind. But at the same time, his gut was twisted with dread. Like a charging ox headed towards a cliff,...

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Thorn take charge of my life

I am finishing my chores when Thorn rises from the sofa:"Is the bathroom done yet?”“Yes, just finished.”“Good. I’m going to shower while you finish the kitchen and then you are to take me out dancing."That might sound good, but she knows I can’t dance and don’t even like it. Still, nothing to be done about that. I get on with my work as she gets ready. I see her flit from the bathroom to the bedroom and back again a couple of times. Obviously unable to decide what to wear, she passes in varied...

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Professor Thornton Chapter One

I stood in the doorway watching him. He was sitting in his office, feet on the desk drinking coffee and finishing the last of his bagel with hungry bites. It was a little past 7 in the morning, and the rest of the English building was quiet. The newspaper sat unread on his desk, he preferred to gaze out the window. I smiled to myself as I realized that he was busy watching the female students walking by. His eyes were out on stalks as an extremely attractive brunette strolled past the window...

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Horney Aunt Day 3 Final

I woke up early in the morning. Then I saw my aunt sleeping next to me. I started to touch her tits softly. She came to me and hugged me tightly. She putted a leg over my legs. Her pussy met with my leg. I started to rub my against her pussy. I started to kiss her neck. Then she started to talk in a sleepy voice “making a woman Horney in the morning is not a good idea. You will get blue balls in the evening. Make me horney I will suck every drop of your cum until your balls get dry”. Actually I...

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