Lykas: The Great Warrior Ch. 01

As I stood on the battlefield, surrounded by the chaos of war, I felt an overwhelming sense of purpose. This was what I was born to do - to fight, to protect, to conquer. My name is Lykas, and I am the Great Warrior.

I raised my shield as an enemy soldier charged towards me, his sword raised high. I sidestepped his attack and delivered a swift blow to his side, sending him crashing to the ground. I surveyed the battlefield, taking in the carnage around me. Bodies littered the ground, both friend and foe alike.

I fought alongside my fellow soldiers, a band of warriors who had become like family to me. We fought for our people, for our land, for our way of life. The enemy was a foreign army, invaders who sought to claim our territory as their own.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I watched my fellow soldiers fight with unwavering determination. We were outnumbered, but our skill and bravery more than made up for it. I knew that with each passing moment, our victory drew closer.

As I fought, I couldn't help but reflect on how I had come to be the Great Warrior. It wasn't just my skill with a sword, my strength, or my good looks - it was my unwavering dedication to my people, my willingness to lay down my life for the greater good.

I had risen to my position after years of fighting on the front lines. I had proven myself time and time again, earning the respect and admiration of my fellow soldiers and commanders alike. I had become known for my incredible feats of strength and bravery, and for my unflinching determination in the face of danger.

As the battle raged on, I spotted the enemy commander in the distance. He was a tall, imposing figure, his armor glinting in the sunlight. I knew that if we could take him down, the rest of their army would falter.

I rallied my fellow soldiers and charged towards him, my sword raised high. We clashed, steel ringing against steel, and I could feel the weight of his blows against my shield. But I was not deterred - I had faced tougher opponents than him before.

In a moment of opportunity, I seized the chance to strike. I landed a powerful blow to his helmet, sending him crashing to the ground. Cheers erupted from my fellow soldiers as we realized that the tide of the battle had turned in our favor.

We fought on, driving the enemy back with each passing moment. And when the dust had settled, we emerged victorious. Our land had been saved, our people protected.

As we regrouped and tended to our wounded, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my accomplishments. I was Lykas, the Great Warrior, and I had proven myself once again on the battlefield. And as I looked around at my fellow soldiers, I knew that I would continue to fight for them, for our people, and for our way of life.

Lykas sat in his tent, tending to his wounds. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving him with a pounding headache and aching muscles. He sighed, reflecting on the events of the battle. It had been a tough fight, but his skill and bravery had helped turn the tide.

He looked down at his body, the wounds he had sustained during the fight. There were a few new scars, but they would fade with time. He rubbed his hand over his chest, tracing the lines of a particularly deep scar. That one had been from a battle long ago, before he had earned the title of the Great Warrior.

Lykas stood up and walked over to a bowl of water, splashing it on his face to wash off the dirt and blood. He winced as he poured some on a wound on his arm, but gritted his teeth and continued to clean it.

As he sat back down, he remembered the other scars he had accumulated over the years. There was one on his leg from a battle with a wild animal, and another on his shoulder from a skirmish with a neighboring tribe. Each one told a story, a reminder of the dangers he had faced and the battles he had won.

Lykas knew that his reputation as a great warrior had been earned through blood, sweat, and tears. He didn't take the title lightly, and worked hard every day to maintain it. He knew that he couldn't afford to rest on his laurels, as there were always new challenges to face and new battles to win.

He sat back and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had done his duty and fought bravely. He was ready for whatever lay ahead, confident in his skills and his strength.

As he opened his eyes, he heard a commotion outside. He stood up and walked to the entrance of his tent, peeking outside to see what was happening. It was the commander, giving an after-battle speech to the troops.

The commander stood in front of the troops, his voice loud and clear. "My fellow warriors, today we have proven ourselves once again. We have fought hard and we have won a great victory. You have all fought with honor, and I am proud to lead such a brave and skilled army."

The troops cheered, their spirits lifted by the commander's words.

"And I must single out one warrior in particular," the commander continued. "A warrior who fought with a skill and bravery that surpassed all others. A warrior who led us to victory today."

The troops began to murmur, wondering who the commander was talking about.

"That warrior is Lykas!" the commander shouted, pointing towards Lykas' tent.

The camp erupted into cheers and applause, as Lykas stepped out of his tent, a smile on his face. The commander continued his speech, recounting Lykas' feats on the battlefield and praising his courage and strength.

"And of course, we can not let our great warrior be full of tension. He needs to be relieved and relaxed before going into battle. We can not send him to the battlefield with his balls full. Lykas will choose amongst you who will be spending the night with him. Be honored if you are chosen. And be sure to satisfy him. That is an order." the commander finished.

As the speech ended, the troops cheered once again, their respect for Lykas growing with each passing moment. Lykas stood at the front of the crowd, humbled by their adoration.

I smiled, I already knew who I wanted to bring to my tent tonight. You see, man-man relationship are common where we're from, although they are more casual and are often supplementary to a marriage between a man and a woman. You hardly ever see a long-lasting relationship between just two man. But I am different, I have no interest in woman. I am only interested in man. And not just any man, warriors. I enjoy their fearfulness, their combativity, and their bravery. The better the warrior, the more turned on I am. Unlike what the commander say, nobody will be forced to spend the night with me. Even though I love dominating my preys in bed, showing them who is the real man, making them scream my name, I have no interest in forcing myself into someone. I love seeing their desire for me in their eyes, the way they beg for me to take them, and their satisfied look once I'm done with them.

Truth be told, almost no man in this camp would refuse the great warrior. First of, even if Lykas hold no grudges to the man who refused him, others would see it as a sign of disrespect to refuse him and their future could be compromised. But mostly it was because Lykas was a hero for these men, protecting them and helping them, being close to the great warrior would improve their status, and also because the screams of pleasure coming from his tent as well as the tales told by his former lovers had made it known that Lykas was an amazing lover. Accepting him would positively impact their warrior's lives and they would also spend a fantastic night. It was win-win. Only a handful of men in the camp would pass down this oppurtinity, mostly because of their pride.

As the Great Warrior started to walk among his peers, the sight of him alone could make the heart of a man skip a beat. Standing tall at 6'1", he had a commanding presence that demanded attention. The sun illuminated his dark hair and striking green eyes, causing them to sparkle like emeralds.

But it was his physique that truly set him apart. Every inch of his body was sculpted to perfection, with rippling muscles that hinted at his incredible strength. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and washboard abs were a testament to the countless battles he had fought and won. And yet, there was still a sleekness to his form that spoke to his agility and speed on the battlefield.

As he moved, the Great Warrior's muscles flexed and danced beneath his skin like a symphony, each motion perfectly timed and orchestrated. His biceps bulged as he raised his hand to run a hand through his short, perfectly groomed hair. His thighs, each the size of a tree trunk, bunched and rippled with every step he took, and his slightly hairy bubble butt shifted hypnotically as he walked.

But it wasn't just his physicality that made him so magnetic. There was something in his bearing, a confidence and self-assurance that exuded from him like a palpable force. It was as though he knew he was the most desirable man in the camp, and didn't care who knew it.

The Great Warrior was truly a sight to behold, the very embodiment of masculinity and virility. It was no wonder that many of his fellow warriors looked up to him as if he were a god among men.

His name was Lykas, a strong and fitting name for a great warrior, as it meant Wolf.

As I walked around the camp, I saw several small campfires being set up by some of the warriors. They were cooking their food, chatting, and laughing with one another. I decided to join them and sat down next to one of the fires.

"Lykas!" one of the warriors exclaimed as I sat down. "I heard you fought like a lion on the battlefield today."

I nodded and smiled, feeling proud of myself. "It was a tough battle, but we came out victorious."

The other warriors around the fire looked at me with admiration, clearly impressed by my skills as a warrior. I looked around the fire and recognized several of them from the battle earlier that day. They all looked tired and battle-worn, but still managed to smile and laugh with one another.

As we ate our meal, we talked about the battle, sharing stories of what happened on the battlefield. Some of the warriors shared stories of how they narrowly avoided being struck by an enemy's blade, while others talked about how they managed to take down several enemies on their own.

I listened intently to their stories, impressed by their bravery and skill in battle. I realized that while I may be known as the Great Warrior, there were many others in the camp who were just as skilled and brave as I was.

As the night went on, the conversation shifted to other topics, such as life before the war and plans for the future. One of the warriors, a young man who couldn't have been more than 18 years old, talked about how he wanted to one day become a great warrior like me.

I smiled and nodded, encouraging him to keep practicing and to never give up on his dreams. I shared some of my own experiences with him, telling him about the battles I had fought in and the scars I had earned along the way.

I turned my head towards the campfire to see Kael sitting there, illuminated by the flickering light of the flames. Even from a distance, I could see that he was built like a true warrior. His broad shoulders and muscular arms were the first things that caught my eye. I could tell from the way he sat that he was relaxed, yet alert. He had a rugged look, with his dark hair and beard framing his chiseled jawline. His eyes were dark and intense, and I could feel them piercing through me as I looked at him.

As I walked over to him, I couldn't help but admire his physique. He had a hairy chest, with tufts of hair. His abs were rock hard, and his arms were thick with muscle. I could tell he was someone who took great pride in his appearance, and I couldn't blame him. He was an impressive sight to behold.

As I got closer, I noticed he was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of recognition. We had fought side by side before, and I knew he was the second strongest warrior in the camp after me. Nevertheless, I respected him as a fellow warrior and a formidable opponent.

I stood in front of him, looking down at him as he sat on the ground. He looked up at me, his expression serious but friendly. We didn't say anything for a few moments, just taking in each other's presence. I enjoyed the moment, knowing it was rare for us to have a moment of peace in the midst of war.

"Kael." I finally said.

"Lykas." he replied.

"Come with me to my tent." I announced.

The surroundings felt silent as they heard what I said. I had made my pick for the night. Everyone was holding their breath in, waiting for Kael's reponse. He stayed silent for a while, still sitting on the ground but meeting my gaze. I could see conflict in his eyes, desire was fighting pride.

He finally got up, we were about the same size so we were standing face to face, with neither of us looking down or up at the other.

"I will fight you for it." pridely said Kael which made the crowd gasped.

I smiled, it seemed pride had won the fight. But I was still happy, I knew he wanted me and I was right. He could have just said no and walked away, Kael is strong and respected, nobody would have even dared to say anthing if he had refused. But he didn't refuse. I had first saw Kael a couple of weeks before, when he joined our camp. Just a glance at him made me rock hard, from that point on I wanted him. I could also tell it wouldn't be easy, he was like me, maybe that's why I was so attracted to him. He was dominant. I knew it was going to be difficult to make him mine, maybe even impossible. So I waited for an opportunity that never presented itself.

Today's battle was fierce, and I hadn't had sex in a couple of days, so it made me extra horny. And I'd seen him on the battlefield, walking over his opponents as if he were an enraged beast. I had to have him. He wants a fight? He's going to get one. Kael is a very prideful warrior, and he won't be able to enjoy me unless he leaves that pride behind. So I need to win, in order to shatter that pride so I can make him feel things he's never experienced before.

"Are you prepared to face the consequences of your loss?" I asked.

"Or I could win, become the Great Warrior and make you come to MY tent." he said, cockily.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I smiled.

He said nothing, his face never wavering from his look of determination.

"Let's move somewhere else to have more room." I proposed.

Kael, and most of the crowd followed me to the edge of the camp where we wouldn't risk rolling in a campfire. The crowd formed a circle around us, with both us standing in the middle of it.

He was the first to drop his leather loincloth to the ground, after all this was a sexual battle so warriors fought in the nude. He revealed a heavy cock. It stood down at least 4-inches long, thick veins stretched out along its length. It was thick, with a very hairy bush of pubes, and two beautiful round and hairy testicles. I always enjoyed the sight of a nice dick, and he had a very nice one. It made me want him even more. I couldn't wait to see how big it would get once hard. With that, I dropped my own loincloth. Showing off my massive penis. It was 5-inches long, thick and very girthy. My pubes were more trimmed, and my clean-shaven testicles hung low. It was now time to start the fight.

Lykas and Kael circled each other, their eyes locked in fierce determination. The sound of their heavy breathing echoed across the deserted camp, the only other sound being the occasional crackle of the nearby campfire.

Kael made the first move, lunging towards Lykas with a flurry of punches and kicks. Lykas, however, was quick to react, dodging and weaving around Kael's attacks before launching a counterattack of his own.

The two warriors grappled with each other, their muscles bulging as they pushed and pulled against each other in a show of raw strength. Sweat poured down their bodies as they fought, their movements almost graceful in their intensity.

Lykas managed to land a solid punch on Kael's jaw, but Kael retaliated with a swift kick to Lykas's abdomen, causing him to stumble backwards. The fight seemed to be evenly matched, with neither warrior gaining a clear advantage.

By now, both of their cocks were fully hard from the close contact and the heat of the battle. They were swinging along their movements, hitting one or the other along the way.

Lykas was determined to win. He charged towards Kael, tackling him to the ground and grappling with him in a frenzy of arms and legs. The two warriors rolled around in the dirt, grunting and groaning as they fought for dominance.

Finally, Lykas managed to get the upper hand, pinning Kael to the ground from behind with a firm grip on his wrists. Kael struggled against Lykas's hold, but it was no use - he kept him like this with one hand, and with the other he grabbed his hard dick and forced half of it into Kael's tight hole.

Kael let out a deep groan of pain, signifying Lykas's win over him. He stopped resisting, he had lost and he knew it. He was now prepared for what was going to happen next.

"Do you admit defeat?" I whispered in his ear.

He simply nodded. So I removed myself from him, and I grabbed his arm to let him up. Without any words, he simply started walking towards my tent and I followed him. The silent crowd letting us pass through.

Lykas' tent is spacious and well-appointed, reflecting his status as the great warrior. The interior is decorated with fine textiles in deep shades of red and gold, creating an atmosphere of luxury and opulence. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting battles and victories, showcasing Lykas' prowess on the battlefield.

The center of the tent features a large bed with plush furs and pillows, offering a comfortable place for Lykas to rest after a long day of fighting. At the foot of the bed is a small table with a jug of wine and goblets, which Lykas enjoys in moderation to celebrate his victories.

Near the back of the tent, there is a bathing area with a large tub made of stone. Hot water is brought in from a nearby fire, allowing Lykas to luxuriate in a hot bath whenever he desires. There is also a separate area for dressing and grooming, complete with a vanity mirror and a selection of oils and perfumes.

The floor is covered in thick rugs, adding to the comfort of the space. A few well-placed chairs and a small table provide a spot for Lykas to meet with visitors or enjoy his meals. Overall, the tent is a lavish and comfortable space fit for a great warrior like Lykas.

Kael stood in the middle of the tent on top of the furs and pillows, no emotions in his eyes. I was standing in front of him, it was like life had left him. He just seemed like a hot empty shell, he knew he was now a loser and he was afraid of what was going to happen.

"Kael. You are an amazing warrior, and you fought bravely against me, almost winning. I would never treat you as a loser. You are a proud warrior and you will be treated as such." I said, as I put my hand under his chin to lift his head so he would meet my eyes. I could see them sparkle again.

You see, you probably think asking for a fight is the best solution when confronted with another warrior who wants to fuck you. If you lose, you get fucked anyway, but if you win, especially against me, you can become the new Great Warrior with all the advantages that come with it and you could even have a go at my amazing ass. You'd be wrong. Warriors respect each other, meaning being fucked by another warrior isn't demeaning, it doesn't make you less of a man, or less of a warrior. You would never hurt a fellow warrior during sex, and you would always make sure that your partner is being pleasured. Whereas, if you're a loser, you've lost the respect granted to warriors. You will barely be seen as a human anymore, you'd be seen as a sexual object which is there to please the winner, hower he wants it. Your feelings or pleasure won't matter. That's why, unless you are confident you can win you should never ask for a fight.