The Northern Outpost Ch. 01

The seeming indecency had only just begun. With her breasts now hanging free Ilvuna leaned forward over Joran, lowering her torso down and placing her breasts on his naked body. One of her large breasts rested on the man's unconscious face, the other on his bare chest. Duron looked at her humongous breasts, their soft, warm flesh spread out on Joran's cold naked body, and thought that they each looked like great fleshy pancakes resting on his friend.

She placed each of her hands on top of her breasts and began kneading their ample flesh against Joran's body, continuing to hum as she did. A faint, barely perceptible glow began to appear around her body, shifting a moment later and only coming from breasts. The glow seemed to spread down onto Joran and move out across his body, then fade away. A moment later the pale, gray-blue color to his flesh began to fade slightly. For the first time since falling ill Joran began to move, shifting slightly from side to side and moaning loudly, although the sound was muffled by the great big breast resting on his face.

Ilvuna stopped massaging his body with her breasts. She slid one hand under Joran's head, lifting his face up into her breast and humming down at him. She slid her other hand down the man's fat stomach, sliding her fingers through the wiry dark hair running from his belly button down to his privates.

As her fingertips neared his cock it began to swell and grow hard, the color almost completely returning to his fleshy shaft of manhood. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing him tightly in a steady pulsing pattern. He moaned once more, his hips thrusting up slightly in response to her touch.

She gave his shaft another firm squeeze then let go, lifting her hand to her face and spitting into her palm. A moment later her hand was back on his cock, but now with the added lubrication she began stroking him. With slow, steady motions she worked his body, jerking him off.

Duron shifted uncomfortably in his chair, once more aware of the fact that he had a painfully hard erection. If it wasn't for the fact that he could see Joran's body regaining its color he might have demanded Ilvuna stop this perverse ritual. But there was no denying the cleric was healing the Ranger, even if her methods were unconventionally and apparently required her to give the young man a hand job.

Before long Joran's body was nearly back to normal color. Ilvuna gave his cock a few more quick jerks then pulled down on his cock, making it stand tall with his foreskin pulled all the way back. Duron watched as the alchemist's cockhead began to trickle cum, thick white fluid that oozed up from his cock head and began running down his shaft onto the cleric's hand. The man let out a long, deep, satisfied sigh into Ilvuna's breast as the last of the color returned to his body.

Ilvuna let go of Joran's cock just as it began to grow soft. She sat up straight, lifting her breasts off his body, and pulled the blankets back over him. Duron could see that the man looked perfectly healthy once again and that he had a wide grin on his sleeping face.

"He'll sleep through the night," Ilvuna said, turning to Duron, "and when he wakes in the morning he'll be back to normal." She gave him a kind, but faltering, smile. She looked suddenly drained, weak and tired.

"Are you okay?" Duron said, leaping to his feet and moving quickly across the room to comfort her as she sat back in the chair. He stood next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You look so weak!"

"Yes," she said with an exhausted sigh. "It was not an easy disease to cure after it had advanced so far, and I am now drained of most of my holy energy. But thankfully you are here to help me." She looked up at him and smiled weakly again."I'll need to pray to my goddess, and I need a man to do it properly."

"I don't understand," Duron said, looking down at her. He was having a hard time not glancing at her breasts, which still hung exposed down her front. He broke down and took a quick look at them.The sight of them so close to his body made him aware of the fact he was still painfully hard. Suddenly he realized that he was standing with his crotch in the cleric's face, the visible bulge of his erection mere inches from her the tip of her nose.

He gasped and started to take a step back, his face flush red with embarrassment, but Ilvuna stopped him. She wrapped one hand around his waist, preventing him from backing away. With the other hand she reached up and grabbed his cock though his pants. "Please," she said, her voice shaky and weak. "Help me worship my goddess. Besides, I know how my magic affections men nearby. You must be painfully hard and in desperate need of release."

"I... I don't understand," Duron mumbled, shaking. Her hand on his cock, even felt through his pants, felt so good. His cock was so hard and he felt with desperate certainty that his erection would not cease till he ejaculated. But he didn't understand what the cleric was suggesting, and he told her so. "I don't understand," he said again, stopping to moan as she squeezed and rubbed at his cock through his pants. "How do we worship your goddess?"

She turned in her chair so that she was facing him. "It's easy. Ynara is the goddess of breasts. She blesses those who have naturally big breasts, and blesses those who have small breasts with larger ones. She does this because sexual intercourse that involves breasts pleases her most, and she prefers her followers to worship her through mammary intercourse."

As she spoke she undid the front of his pants, opening them and pulling his cock out. Duran hissed with pleasure when he felt her wrap her fingers around his hard cock. Her hands were cold, making her touch stand out even more against the burning hot flesh of his manhood. She gave it a firm squeeze while she spoke, holding it lovingly and then pointing it at her breasts.

Ilvuna then moved to the edge of her chair so her breasts were practically pressed against Duron, rubbing his cock against her tits. They felt both softer than he had imagined, yet firmer and thicker at the same time. He stared down, moaning in pleasure from both the sight and feel of his steel hard cock being rubbing into her fat, overlarge breast. He could feel thick, slimy precum leaking from his cockhead, making the movement of his cock silky smooth as Ilvuna dragged it back and forth on her breast.

"I've... never..." he began saying, before moaning and leaning his head back in pleasure.

"Don't worry," the cleric said, "I have enough experience for the both of us. Just stand there and let me do all the work. I only ask that as you feel the pleasure of our coupling you not thank me for it, but Ynara. Think of her in your mind and if you can, speak her praise out loud.

While still rubbing his cock on her breast she reached down with her other hand to retrieve a vial from her belt. As she lifted it up she popped the hinged top off the glass vial and pulled Duron's cock away from her breast, pointing it up into the air. She tipped the bottle over, pouring a small amount of lotion onto the head of his cock. For a moment she allowed it flow over his swollen cock head and run down his shaft then she moved the hand on his shaft up and began spreading the lubricating lotion up and down his shaft.

Duron moaned in pleasure as she did this, barely noticing the way she skillfully closed the vial and quickly returned it to her belt with one hand. A moment later she had placed his cock in between her breasts, resting the underside of his shaft against her chest. She then let go of his dick and grabbed hold of her tits, lifting them up slightly and pressing them in around his cock.

Staring down Duron watched as her voluminous, soft tit flesh enveloped his cock and swallowed it whole, leaving no sight of his manhood behind. Her breasts were incredibly warm, as if the chill in the room was unable to affect them. Their soft warmness felt incredible wrapped around his rigid hardness, and the pleasure only grew more intense as she began to bounce her breasts up and down around his shaft.

"Oh, gods..." he moaned, amazed at how good it felt.

"Goddess," Ilvuna corrected him, pressing her breasts in tighter around his cock and bouncing them up and down even faster.

"Yes," he moaned, his head falling back again and his eyes rolling up into his head. "Yes, goddess... your tits, so big, so amazing... I never knew."

"Thank her," she said to him, continuing to work his cock with her tits. "Praise the goddess, praise Ynara."

"Yes, I praise her! Anything, just don't stop. I give her my praise, I worship her!"

"Yes, praise her," Ilvuna said, her voice suddenly sounding far less weak. "Praise be to Ynara, goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure," she said with a voice that was slowly growing more steady with each word she spoke of her prayer to her goddess. "May she bless this coupling, may it please her and our faith manifest in our sexual pleasure flow into her divine being. May this please her, and allow our worship to continue..."

Duron was stunned beyond words at just how good this felt. His body was experiencing more pleasure from this strange, new sexual act than any he had ever experienced before. A feeling of pure sexual heat seemed to be radiating from Ilvuna's massive breasts and flowing into his body through his hard cock.

As she neared the end of her prayer Duron felt the pleasure reach its peak. He knew it would be mere moments before his body reached orgasmic release.

Somehow Ilvuna new this as well. As soon as she finished her prayer she stopped bouncing her tits around his shaft and instead leaned back, pulling away from him. She held her tits up to Duron, as if presenting a valuable prize to him. "Cum," she said, her voice reverberating through the room with magical power.

He groaned, grabbing his cock and instinctively aiming it at her breasts. He felt his muscles tighten then felt his cock pulse in his hand. A moment later he felt his cum shooting out of him, a torrential flood of pleasure washing out of his body and collecting all the pressure that had been building up inside of him and taking it out as his semen exploded from his body.

An intense, warm, calmness spread through him as he felt his body continue to ejaculate. He felt his cock bounce and spurt cum out for longer than he had ever experienced. Looking down when it was over he saw that Ilvuna's massive breasts were covered in a stunning amount of thick cum that was already beginning to ooze and run down the curved surface of her tit flesh.

As his mind struggled to process just how much semen had come out of him he was overcome with a feeling of utter calmness equaled only by the exhaustion he suddenly felt. He was drained, but not just physically. He felt as though his spiritual essence had temporarily been siphoned out of him, leaving him an empty physical shell.

He stumbled backwards, reaching behind him to steady himself on a nearby table. For a moment he simply stood, his legs shaking and his now limp cock hanging out the front of his pants.

Staring at Ilvuna he could see that she felt none of the weakness he did. If anything, she seemed more alive and energetic than she was before they started. She had begun humming pleasantly as she began smearing his cum all over her breasts as if it was some kind of expensive oil or lotion. Duron blinked, not believing what he was seeing at first: the cum seemed to be disappearing as she rubbed it into her skin, as if her breasts somehow soaking it up.

Once it was all gone she lifted her hands to her face, licking and sucking the remaining semen from her fingers and hand. Then, a wide grin spread upon her beautiful, innocent looking face, she looked at him. "Thank you, Commander. I feel that my powers are fully recharged now."

"Sure..." he said weakly. "I wouldn't want one of my Rangers at anything but peak efficiency."

* * *

A few hours later Duron stood on the lookout atop the outpost's walls, staring out at the distance as the sun set. A thick, knee-deep layer of fresh snow lay on the ground; clumps of heavy, white snow weighing down the branches of the green pine trees that stood on the edge of the forest to the north.

The sky was clear, all of the clouds having turned to snow and fallen to the ground over the last few hours. As the sun set the sky began to turn from crystal blue to the purple of dusk. The horizon above the tree-line appeared to be catching fire, the sky turning pink and yellow and then orange as the setting sun sent one last wash of color over the world before it retreated before the coming night.

The colors danced on the white snow, lighting up the field that lay between the outpost and the northern forest with a deep yellowish light. As he watched the colors change, growing first less vibrant then more dim, he saw two figures emerge from the edge of the tress.

He watched as they trudged slowly through the thick snow. They were both dressed in thick fur cloaks like him, although as they got closer he could make out that unlike him they both wore bows slung over their shoulders along with their traveling packs.

The patrol would reach the gates just as night fell. He knew both of the Rangers would be glad to hear that Joran had been healed and that they had a new member of their troop, with more on the way. He just didn't know how they would react to the cleric's strange ways.

* * *

When Ilvuna began to cast her healing spell, Ynara's divine power began flowing out of her. It had been a long time since anyone this far north had connected so strongly with a divine being, and even longer since so much faith-energy had been transferred in this far north land.

Although it was unseen and unfelt to all at the Northern Outpost, this event sent out a shockwave of divine magical energy that spread out from Ilvuna. It rippled north through the snow covered trees, past the forest into the frozen wastes beyond. It reverberated through the mountains on the other side of the wastes, echoing through their earthen stone and growing stronger.

It spread till it came to a tall peak, one not seen by mortal eyes for an age. The peak was encrusted in thick, glacial ice and as the divine wave of magical energy hit this peak the ancient ice shuddered and cracked. A flame had been lit deep inside that mountain, reacting to the wave of divine energy.The flame's heat grew exponentially, fueled by some ancient magic that had laid imprisoned in the ice and had long been forgotten by the outside world.

The glacial ice continued to crack, slowly falling away to reveal an ancient castle built into the mountain peak. The stones of its walls and parapets and towers glowed faintly with purple energy as the ice crumbled from around it.

Inside the castle corridors the walls glowed with the same purple energy. Heat radiated from them and soon the ice that filled the halls and roomsbegan to crack then melt, the steam of the melted ice flowing through the halls and speeding the thawing of the castle inside and out. The magical heat radiated from deep in the core of this sinister keep, coming from what was once a throne room.

There, in its center sat a nightmare mass of large purple octopus-looking tentacles, their suction cupped undersides seeming to erupt out of the very floor itself. Their countless limbs were tangled together in a large mass, but as the room continued to heat they returned to life. Slowly they began to squirm about, undulating and then beginning to untangle.

They opened like flower, revealing the form of a woman laying in a fetal position. Her skin was pale and gray, with a slight purplish hue to it. Slowly she began to stir, sitting up. Long flowing silver hair draped her face and ran down her body, cascading down her slender form and over her prominent breasts.

The woman reached a shaking hand to her face and pulled her hair back, revealing a thin face with narrow, sharp, Elven features. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the room around her. At first her pupils were pure black, but as she sat up straight and stretched the darkness faded to purple, then slowly her eyes took form. Her pupils were deep lavender, and the whites around them glowed with an intense pink hue.

The tentacles that she had emerged from continued to writhe and move, slowly re-forming themselves into the shape of a grand throne. The smaller appendages formed the seat and arms of the chair while the larger ones ran up behind the woman, creating a seat-back with tentacle tips pointing up into the air, the two largest wrapping their tips together in the center.

The figure made herself comfortable in her new seat, straighteningher long hair so her long pointed ears extended out from her hair. Then she adjusted the revealing black leather outfit she wore. She wore atight bodice thatslimmed her already thin stomach and pressed her prominentbreast up. On her arms were gloves made of the same material that started just under her shoulder and ran down to her hand, a pointed tip extending out to connect to her middle finger. On her long, slender legs were thigh-high boots, the same black as the rest of her outfit with fierce long heels. And finally, on her slender neck was a black neck corset that made her neck look even longer than it was.

"Awake..." she muttered into the silence. Her voice was deep and husky, yet lyrically enchanting. "...and free."

The word hung in the air for a time, as if the walls of the small amount of ice clinging to the castle walls were trying to press back against it, trying to prove the statement wrong. But finally the heat emanating from the room, from the woman sitting on the throne of purple tentacles, proved too strong. The spell imprisoning her was broken and the last of the ice melted or fell free from the castle walls.

She began to laugh. A chuckle at first, but it grew louder and louder till it was a full bodied evil cackle that ran through the halls of the ancient keep. "I AM FREE!" she screamed in joy. "I, the Nameless Dark Queen, have awoken and am free!"

A moment later she was calm and quiet, deep in thought with a sinister smile spread across her thin, dark lips. "Free but still very weak," she spoke. Her throne writhed at her words, but as she stroked the moving armrests it calmed and became stationary once more.

"Weak, but I can feel my connection with Eczotl growing with every second. The swarming mass that hungers, I can feel his divine power flowing into me once more. Can feel that after so long he has returnedhis dark attention to me, his most loyal and powerful disciple."

She closed her eyes, deep in thought once more. "Through him I can see the world around me... Alaria has changed so since I was imprisoned here! What is this new power that runs through this world's veins? Ah, yes, The Corruption! How delicious, to see it growing so. When last I woke it was but a glimmer in the void, the demon's it fueled all imprisoned or weak and nearly forgotten...But now it gains influence of those haughty imposter's that call themselves gods! But I know there is only one true god: he who hungers. The world must be shown Eczotl's might once more."

With her eyes still closed she concentrated her vision of the world outside her keep to the area nearest her. "Vulfrellia? What a pathetic kingdom that holds nothing to the empires that filled the world when I was imprisoned here. So simple, so ready for the taking! Although... my powers are so weak, and will take so long to return to me... It will be some time till I can dare reveal myself, till I can take this small kingdom and reshape it in Eczotl's image. Till then I'll need to remain hidden, working through others..."

Her voice trailed off but her eyes remained closed. "And what is this? An outpost of skilled warriors so close to my keep... they will need to be taken care of, lest they stumble upon my awakening and ruin everything. Only a few of them, but in my weakened state that would be all it would take to end my life, or imprison me once more..."