Mhmh. Mffgh. Mhff!

PLAP PLAP THWAP!

The sound of battle going on below, didn't even seem to register for either of them Mathias's ass jiggled as the red sting on his asscheek, kept him obediently glued to the wall leaning against it with his head low, pushing the heart shaped rear out towards his partner. As the loose bricks of the damaged tower continued to collapse around them with the two devoid of any worry or concern it might soon collapse.

Carys was nagging him for release even before the siege started, fondling herself through the codpiece...And though the smoldering ruins of their siege tower now creaked like a warning to make them hurry up, it seemed like she wasn't planning on letting him go any time soon, as soon another THWAP echoed through the spiral staircases above and below them, with another thrust of her fat dick, that burrowed itself with a wet slap inside of him.

He should've just let her do it back when they were in the tent shouldn't he?

The Roderik's voice boomed across the makeshift camp, rising above the clash of hammers against wood and the din of nervous soldiers adjusting straps and whispering prayers the amaglamation of different colors and banners was a staple for Nirvian's but this one in particular was outright messy. Roderik stood atop a supply cart, his battered plate armor catching the weak morning sun as he delivered his rallying cry, hefting his famous cleaver above his head, as the coat of arms and decorated ecranche reflected the sunrays against the soldier's faces. Making some of the men squint and other look the other way. The speech was long, full of talk about glory and unity, but the mercenaries in the back row weren’t exactly spellbound to honor such honorifics...

Carys leaned against her partner, her massive arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. The barbarian towered over most of the men here, her shaggy cloak of wolf pelts and patchwork leather armor lending her a wild, untamed air each inscribed with strange blood sigils helped to add the air of authority most in Nirvia tended to respect. Her braids, threaded with small animal bones and beads, swung as she shifted, the movement drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers especially as her enormous tits pressed against the back of his head, nearly swallowing the smaller feminine man that could as easily pass of as another girl paired with her.

She wasn’t paying attention to the general’s words, they meant nothing to her. Instead, her fingers drifted idly over the rough fabric of her tunic, brushing her hip before wandering lower, a sly glint in her eyes as she glanced at her partner. The fat snake trapped within a leather prison, jerked, pushing up just far enough to press against his shoulder and lower as Carys bent her knees to get her point across.

“Carys,” Mathias muttered under his breath, his lips barely moving. He stood straight and attentive, a polished contrast to her savage appearance. His brigandine was immaculate, the plates a dark, muted steel that spoke of careful maintenance. His longsword hung at his side, its hilt gleaming faintly. He looked every bit the professional mercenary, the kind that nobles trusted to keep discipline and take coin without complaint. Even with his long hair and thin scars staining the otherwise perfect face, he looked professional, maintaining that with a stern expression as his gaze met the stares of the lower ranking footsoldiers that couldn't help but ogle the beefy barbarian's thick thighs and fat tits, completely clueless of the beast between her legs.

Carys gave a low, throaty hum, pressing her side against him. Her calloused fingers trailed over his thigh, and a soft chuckle rumbled in her throat when he stepped sideways to break her touch. His gloved hand went towards her wrist holding it, as all but point of Roderik's speech became noise neither of them was registering.

"Not now," he whispered, though there was an edge of amusement in his tone. "Save it for after. Assuming we’re still breathing."

She tilted her head, feigning a pout, but her grin was unmistakable. "Might not get an after, you know," she murmured, her voice deep and gravelly. "Could die. Without a good fuck. Wouldn’t you regret it?"

"Not as much as you’ll regret getting swatted by a siege tower," Mathias replied lightly, nudging her shoulder.

Around them, soldiers began shuffling toward the looming siege engines. The towers were cobbled together from scavenged wood, their timbers uneven and splintered. Hinges groaned under the weight of fresh planks nailed to reinforce the structure. Each creak and groan sounded like a promise of doom.

The men climbed reluctantly, their patched armor and mismatched colors painting a motley picture. Banners fluttered weakly from lances and spear tips, golden lions, silver moons, crimson hawks, and a dozen other sigils. The soldiers were a patchwork army, united under necessity more than loyalty.

In stark contrast, Mathias and Carys stood apart. Their gear was well-made, bearing no insignia but exuding a quiet menace. Mathias’ belt held more than just his sword: a pair of daggers, a leather pouch of vials and runic seals, and a small, carefully rolled map. Carys, meanwhile, had a massive great axe slung over her back, its chipped edge still wickedly sharp. Her gauntlets were reinforced with bone and steel, and her bare feet given just slight comfort of leather wraps to keep the meaty soles from getting too cut up.

The couple watched as soldiers crammed into the towers, the ladders groaning beneath their weight. Mathias shook his head slightly, muttering, "They’re going to collapse before they even get to the walls." Immediately he felt a light thump of his partners hand grabbing his ass, fondling it through the hardened leather as her thumb ran over his ass and her fingers idly poked at his own bulge.

"Don’t jinx it~" Carys teased, leaning in so her breath tickled his ear. Her voice dropped into a sultry growl. "Still time for a quick one."

Mathias turned to meet her gaze, his lips curving into a lopsided grin. "You’re incorrigible. You know that?"

"Always." She grinned back, letting the moment hang in the air before stepping away, her hand finally retreating.

The general’s speech came to an end with a roar of approval from the front lines. Mathias raised an eyebrow. "Guess that’s our cue."

Carys shrugged, rolling her shoulders and unslinging her axe. "Hope this lot’s worth the pay."

Together, they moved toward the siege towers, in spite of the staggering difference in their size, they moved in complete sync. Confidently stepping into the wooden conffin that was meant to deliver them safely onto the walls.

Deliver them it did, as Carys leaned over him, smoothering Mathias with her breasts while a the surge of her cum, was unleashed in thick heavy ropes right inside-

The moment was cut short as echo of footsteps sounded from below, the rattle of steel indicating a lone soldier speeding upstairs, with sword and shield in hand he burst through the door, different colors, and coat of arms, blade raised high ready to strike at Carys's exposed side and fat naked butt, only for a shimmer of runic light to fly a shard straight into the man's throat, lodging itself through the chainmail around his neck, and burrowing inside with a sickening squelch of blood and flesh.

He fell on the spot, gurgling and choking on blood, as Carys smirked-

Mathia's only gasped, his hand shaking as the rune-shard slowly landed back in his palm...all while he was still leaning over the wall, feeling the copious amounts of cum drool out from his ass as the battle continued to rage on...

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Hello again. This time a plot more centered with specific roles and a pair of lovers maybe even husband and wife that in spite of their many differences, thrive and have their fun in the bloody craft that is a mercenary work.

I'd like to explore quite a few themes with this story, starting from the natural romance, possible aspect of the two trying to settle or focus on personal goals/plot points that could involve anything from revenge to some form of other conflict. Other than that, maybe even things like breeding and pregnancy, where the all powerful titanic futanari barbarian like Carys (or another character) gets herself pregnant, from all the flings she had done with Mathias. Which ends up that as months pass, they have to change their approach to things.

It's loose idea of course and the characters introduced aren't set in stone. Mathias is just your typical feminine spellblade, a femboy for the role but I'm happy to play masculine men and average to soft looking ones alike. For your character though I have a thing for Dark skinned amazons, and pale Barbarians if you feel like you want to play the role of a healer, rouge, sorceress or such it's also more than fine.

Like the previous plot, it would be more specific of slice-of-life, with more direct plot being something we'd have to discuss, I have an idea for Mathia's "revenge" plot, but can also come up with something new if you'd like to brainstorm.

Kink-wise I am a Switch and hope for people in similar stance. If you're a pure dom or pure sub writer I'm not saying this won't work but I'd like to discuss things, especially with pure dom's as it's always a bit tricky for a switch to get all they want when paired with someone that wants to be the only one in control.

Other than that, romance, sloppy blowjobs, cuddling, feet, strong smells, sweat, musk, monster girls, transformations, extreme size difference, titanic futas, veiny, ugly cocks.

I'm into extreme stuff as well if someone's interested, though it's worth discussing what kind. Anything can work but it needs to be properly weaved into the story.

Limits: Everything that falls under reddit etiquette and Subreddits rules. I don't know every kink so if there's something you want to suggest let me know and I'll tell you how I feel about it. Unless it's against the rules or just is you know fucked up stuff thats illegal. Ew. No.

Thanks for reading!