extreme beastiality

James the Berzerker
A story in progress by Iron Basilisk
This is a story of love, romance, danger, violence, and lust unbridled. Of dreadfull enemies and of lovers of every sise, shape, sex and description, of a fantastic land of mythological beasts and of a man who is it seems is destined to play the role of lover to them all… A wonderous place where being a lover of beasts is not a disadvantage in society but a requirement!

James sat in a chair, his eyes taking in the room and it’s occupants. One woman, behind a huge desk. Blond, blue eyed, pretty. Who cared… a tall man, maby two hundred pounds, strong, tall handsome in a black suit. The only thing on his mind was ripping his throat out.

“I suppose you want to know why you are here, Mister Hovegravvon? Your name means “House of the Wolf” in an ancient Anglo-Saxon dialect. How interesting.” she said.
James just stared at her.
“You should pay attention to the lady, bub.” said the tall man to him.
“David. Don’t bother.” the lady said to him. “If you were to hurt our friend here enough that he believed that you might actually kill him, he would tear your arms off and shove them up your ass.”
“Oh come on!” said the man.
“Oh, it’s true.” she said. “What you are looking at right now is one of the last true pure blood berserker on the face of the planet. A person that bears the unique genetic combination to allow them, when threatened to access the depths of will only found in madmen. Hysterical strength, nearly superhuman speed, the ability to ignore pain and disability with one single goal on there temporarily homicidal minds. Kill. And if I do not miss my guess, due to your method of introducing James to us at this point, that the one he most wishes to kill, is you. So I must ask you to leave, David. You are screwing things up, again.”
“But Miss…”
“Leave.” she commanded.
The man turned and left, giving James one last look to assure him that this was not over between them.
James had no idea why the man hated him so much, but that was fine with him. He didn’t like him much ether.
“Now then, James.” the woman said. “Lets just take a look at what we know about you, shall we?” she reached into the desk and fished out a very large file of papers that she thumped on the desk. She saw him staring at it and smiled. “Our agents tend to be very thorough.” she said. She lifted the first part of the file free of the rest.
“And here is all the interesting bits.” she said. She read the file, playing with a strand of her hair as she perused. “Yes, brown belt in Sho-lin kung fu, five animal style. Yes, that makes sense. Member of the Renaissance martial arts association, specializing in the Great Axe and Two-handed sword. In depth expertise in the historical class of knighthood, volunteer at the animal outreach, the humane society, a member in good standing in greenpeace and also a full time member in the eco insurgents organization, Earth First. You have personally been involved in no less than seven operations to sabotage key ecologically damaging facilities and operations, you have been brought in for questioning only once, and it went no further due to your great care in not leaving any traces of your work, and always working alone.” she smiled at him. “By the way, that sabotage job you pulled on that leaky oil tanker? Brillant. How in the hell did recruitment miss someone like you?”
“Very cute.” james said. “What’s your point? Besides that fact that you are trying to sweet talk me even though you’re a lesbian.”
She stared at him for a second. “How did you know?” she asked flatly.
“Oh, just the fact that you keep trying to play sexy with me but it keeps coming across like you really don’t want to be doing it but it’s your job. No, you’re . You wouldn’t touch me with pissed off David's dick.” he said, taking out a smoke and lighting it.
“I really would like it if you didn’t…” she began.
“f*** you, lady.” he snapped. Sending a stream of smoke at the ceiling. “Now enough with the toying with me. Either tell me what you want out of me, or use that gun you got sitting in your top drawer and hope to your god that I don’t get to you before you put me down.”
She sighed and rubbed her temples. This was not going as she planned. This James was being one tough bastard. “What makes you think I have a gun in my desk, James?” she asked.
“When you opened the drawer to get the file, I heard a sound of a heavy metal object sliding on the wood. From the sound, I would guess a large frame auto, a 9mm Glock, or a Barreta of the same caliber. Probably a Barreta, that being the most standard government issue. If things go badly for you, you just grab it and fire right through the desk and I’m history. You hope. Why else would you leave the drawer wide open and keep you hand near it? It’s all too obvious.” he said.
She rubbed her face and then looked through his file again. Nope, no specialist training, no intelligence contacts, nothing. No wonder no one caught this bastard when he went on his little sabotages! He was a crook with the deductive skill of Sherlock Holmes! Well, she would have to turn up the heat a little and hope that she survived it. Getting anyone else involved at this point would just screw everything up worse than it was already.
“Well, James. You’re right, I am a lesbian. And I do have a gun in my desk.” She said, closing the drawer. “But as for my being a lesbian, I trust you will keep it quiet. Although my employers know, they are only slightly tolerant because congress ordered them to be. Not very many of my people would be very understanding or respect me if they found out either.”
“Why would you trust me to do any such thing?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing but a sense of honor that is plastered all over your file. You are a very honorable and chivelrus man, James. But besides all that, I know you will, because I intend to keep your secret.” She said.
“And what one would that be?” he asked.
“That you are a zoophile.” she pronounced. “That you are a real live lover of all our furry friends. I believe that they call your kind a Zoo.”
“Bullshit.” he said simply.
“We have recorded testimony from two of your recent lovers. I got it myself, there very nice girls, I might add, if you like them big and four legged.” she said.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” he asked calmly.
He was a cool one, she had to admit. Most people when presented with the knowing hint started bawling about how sorry they were and how it wouldn't happen again. But this one just acted like he was totally unknowing of what she was hinting at. “You own two horses, both mares? By the names of Lola and brandy? One a spectacular Appaloosa who loves running like mad for the fun of it and full body massages, the other a cute, sweet giant Clydesdale who likes to play kissy face.”
“What did you do to them?” he asked, his voice as cold as liquid nitrogen.
She looked up at him, some ancient warning of imminent death surfacing from her subconscious in response to the sound of that voice… so cold… so barren of life or warmth, her eyes met his and she froze.
There was no expression on his face, none at all. Nothing to indicate he was even alive. All emotion gone as if it had never been. Nothing. As she watched, the cornea of his eyes began to flush with blood, the colored parts of his eyes becoming red as she stared, transfixed. Frosen, rooted to the spot like a sparrow facing a cobra. With a lurch brought about by the imminent need for survival, she forced her mouth and vocal cords to work.
“Nothing, there fine! I just talked to them! I gave them an apple apiece! Brandy slobbered all over my face and Lola ran off with my purse and I had to chase her all over the place to get it back! That’s all, I swear…” she said, gasping for breath, wanting to run like hell. “They're both beautiful, sweet animals I I would love to have a pair so loving as they were! I swear!”
James closed his eyes with the slowness of the crashing gates of hell and spun the chair to the side with his foot, snubbing out his cigarette on the heal of his boot. When he turned back, his eyes were normal, expressive, emotional, alive.. She remembered what the physiologist who had studied berserkers had said. “The cornea of the eye becomes flushed with blood, It is the fist sign of a berserker shifting there energy output to increase there physical abilities. this is due to the increase in overall blood flow caused by a massive spike in the bodies energy output, the most remarkable effect is the jump in voltage of the body. The average human utilizes less than half a volt of current through there nervous system. The berserker, on the other hand, reaches up to two volts. This accelerates the entire body, everything from reaction time to physical strength is increased. This usually takes ten to twenty minutes to become noticeable.” and she had asked. “Are there any who can do it faster?” And he had answered. “There are legends of some being able to reach a berserk state almost instantly, but that is as far as we can tell, just a legend.”
She was looking at a legend. His eyes had become flushed in under five seconds. She was sweating now. It was like being in a room with a bomb. She had seen many case studies on berserkerism, and the grisly remains that they left behind. They were killing machines, and she was across the table from one.
“Look, we didn't hurt your horses. We didn't even touch them, they touched me. I wouldn't have stood for it. Nobody hurts a horse on my watch. I may not be like you, but I like them too.” she said.
“So basically you want to tell me that you somehow have a device or something that allows you to talk to animals, and you interviewed my horses and they told you that I had sex with them, is that it?” he asked.
“Basically.” she replied.
“And you are going to use this information for what? I fail to see how you are going to press charges against me, your evidence is basically science fiction.” he said.
“You don’t seem to understand, James. This is not a pretrial session. This is a recruitment offer. We want you to work for us.” she persuaded.
“Doing what? Seducing foreign wildlife?” he asked.
“Something like that.” She said.
“Cut the secret agent circumlocution crap and just tell me what in the hell you want.” he replied.
“Alright, alright.” she said. She sighed. “This is going to rock your world.” she said. Pulling out a file from a different drawer than the gun. She slid it across the desk. “This is top secret, we will deny violently everything in there and send a division of marines to wipe the floor with you if you squeal one word of this. Yada, yada yada…”
He picked up the file and opened it. There was a picture on the first page, a photo. It stopped him cold. It was a gryphon, a gryphon sitting against a tree reading a book clutched in one talon. The photo was perfect, one could see every feather, every inch of the mythical beast, a few oak leaves were caught in the feathers of the wings, the dappled light, the soil sticking to the tawny fur of his butt. It was so perfectly real.
“Nice fake.” he said, putting the photo on the desk. Then he stopped. There, shoved into a plastic bag was a long, broad feather. He opened the bag, knowing what it was, what it ment even before he got a good look at it. The feather slid free, it was over a foot long, and it wasnt a flight feather with the sculpted tip, this was just a upper wing feather. It was gold, gold as a swiss bank account. As if some insane artist had crafted it from a single ingot. On it was a pattern of swirls that resembled Damascus steel in there beauty. They were silver, yes, the real silver color. He stared at the feather. It had not been died or painted, each tiny hair was perfect and uniform. This had came off a bird, and if this was a higher wing feather that one would find perhaps near the shoulder, than the creature who bore it had a wingspan of… twenty five, thirty feet. There was simply no way to hide such a creature on earth. A tiny gecko, yes. That could remain undiscovered. But a bird the size of a Piper Cub aircraft was simply impossible. Someone would have run in to the thing. He looked at the picture again, twirling the feather in his hand. The pattern on the feather was identical. This was a gyphon feather. He put it down with sudden reverence. He did not believe, he could not. But he none the less placed it as if it were the greatest treasure on earth, and perhaps it was. He looked at the next page, a dragon gazed back at him as it bathed in a lake, rising rampant above the water, a bar of soap and a washcloth clutched in it’s talons. He placed a scale, broad as an arrowhead, as light as the feather and almost transparent black next to the feather. He turned the page and another creature confronted him. A Minotaur. A lock of thick hair joined the rest. There were many more, most strictly mythological. The final one caused him to freeze in awe. It was a unicorn. A mare. She was laying on a throne of moss, her noble head raised to consider those that photographed her. Her body was hung with jewels and strings of pearls. Her coat was a dramatic shade of ebony, so radiant that every color of the rainbow shimmered across her and stained the ground around her with there soft tones like a living prism. Her single horn had no color, it was all colors, all shades, it defied description, the picture seeming to tweak as if the camera simply could not capture it’s true power. She seemed more real than real, more noble than all the things of the world combined and bore the weight and majesty of every monarch that ever lived in a single mother of pearl hoof.
“Let me guess what you’re looking at.” said the agent. “Princess Lashia. A member of the royal family, daughter of Queen Tara-Ansana and the Royal consort, Holain The Stone Hoofed. She is currently seventeen and available, that being right about the end of her teenage years. She is twenty four hands at the shoulder, weighs seven hundred and seventy four pounds and likes romantic walks, travel, running through the woods and helping people. Interested?” she asked.
“Give me a break.” he said, tossing the folder down. “Any kid with a good photo program could fling this crap!”
She smiled. “We both know how true that is, James.” she said.
“If so, why is it that no one has ever seen these beings before this?” he asked.
“Because of a very big secret that we have never revealed to the world at large.” she opened the folder and extracted a picture, spinning it across to face him. It was a hole in the ground surrounded by ancient stones that seemed to indicate it’s importance to some forgotten culture.
“This was found in the woods of upper Washington. It’s a gate. A portal to another world. It’s where all these beings live. Now, all crap aside. What we need from you is for you to go there and protect the Princess.” she rubbed her face and sighed. “I hate to say this, it’s so trite. But, the fate of the world depends on you keeping her alive. If you don’t, then they will attack us with forces that we have yet to understand. The problem that we face is that there is a group who wants to sever any connection between our world and there’s. The nasty bit is that there is a group on ether side, one here, one there, and the two of them are actually working together to make sure that the two worlds stay apart. The only way to do that is to kill her.” she said, pointing at the picture of the magnificent unicorn. “She wants to keep the portal open, and so she is there number one blockage that they have to get around. They have threatened her and when that did not work, they have turned to the good old hired killer to do there dirty work. We want you to go in, become her bodyguard and make sure that they do not get to her. Now I know what the next question you are going to ask is. Why you? Well, you are obviously well trained with arcane weapons, swords and that sort of stuff. There world does not let fire arms work worth a damn. So you’re skill with those will be a real asset. Second, of course, is the fact that you are a real, live berserker. And one that as far as we can tell, has a near impossible level of control of your berserk state. But this one is perhaps the most important one. The customs of this world are like this. A lord or lady has the right to ask of any knight, such as your self, to share there bed. To refuse on any grounds other than incompatibility is considered a deadly insult. Our first few agents to go in there got themselves ether tossed out, or outright killed in duels. Odd as it sounds, these beings find humans, especially strange humans, as interesting dates. That is why we need you for this mission. We couldn't have built an operative better qualified than you for this. And I have to tell you right now, there is nobody else who can do this, and the threat is real. These people have abilities that we don’t even basically understand and have not a clue if we can defend against. Best case scenario? If the princess dies and there is no link to humanity, then that is were it ends, we lose the gate and the possibility of learning who knows what from them. In one of the agent’s logs, he said that one of them healed a broken arm in a few minutes! And that he had been transported across the entire continent in an instant! That agent was our best, but they ended up asking him to leave after he was asked to serve in a duchesses bed. Evidently the knew damn well when someone was faking it. The worse case scenario? They decide to invade our world in revenge for there fallen Empress. I have to tell you, in that case, we have no idea if any of our military power is going to do a damn thing. I know you aren’t a great fan of humanity, and neither am I. But I don’t think neither of us wants to really see humanity go extinct. That’s the mission. Go in there, do the nasty with whomever wants to do it with you and keep the damn Empress alive! We’ll give you what ever you want or need. Want to be a billionaire? Want your own damn country? You name it, you got it! Just do this and whatever it is you want you can have it..”
“I’ll go.” Said James.
She stopped and blinked at him. “Um.. I hate to run a gift through the bomb squad, but could you tell me why you have this sudden turn around?” she asked.
James smiled. “Ever since I got here, I noticed that yo were displaying a good amount of anxiety. You hid it well, but I noticed the way you could not keep you hands still, the quick movement’s of your eyes, as if you wanted to blurt this all to me in a second and then send me off to do what you wanted. That and the fact that you have been sweating behind your ears. All of this leads one to believe that you are very frightened of something and believed that every second that we jerked off here meant that things were getting worse. Then you tell me about this impossible land, knowing full well that I am far more likely to think you are nuts or bent on doing something nasty to me than believe it. But the fact that your desperation came through clearly as you explained what you wanted and your offer of anything I wanted, in that moment I think you would have begged me on your knees. So my only recourse given your behavior is that you are the most skilled actor on earth, or you are telling the truth and barely have control of the situation. This other faction that wants to close the gate, they are from your own organization, aren’t they?” he asked. “As a matter of fact, you believe that some, or many, of them have infiltrated your headquarters and will move to stop me from going by the most obvious means, by killing me and you as well. Probably making it look like I killed you and had to be killed my self.” James turned his head, listening. “I suggest you get that gun out, Miss. We are going to have company.” he said.
The door burst open, and in walked David, with a gun in his hand, pointed at her face.
“I did not suspect you, David.” she said. “Bravo.”
“I am being very well payed.” he replied. Two others came in behind him.
“So what is the drill” she asked calmly.
“Oh, the usual.” David answered. “We take you two and set things up so it looked like you killed each other.”
“I don’t think I am going to be able to let you do that, Davy boy.” said James suddenly.
“Shut the f*** up, you…” began Dave, turning to the one he should have been watching all along. With a hideous snap, the man’s arm bent the wrong way, twisting in the socket as a single hand yanked it like taffy. The arm was pulled around, the gun in it firing as the insanely strong fingers pressed the tendons just so. The first man behind him caught a bullet through the throat, vomiting blood in a gusher as he weakly tried to stem the flood with both hands. The second caught one through the center of the chest that severed his spinal cord above the lungs. He fell with out a sound like a puppet with his strings cut, down, to his knees and then over on his side, to lie in a boneless heap. James stood there, David’s arm in one hand, his head slowly turned to face the man he held. His eyes were two burning pits of hell and David whimpered in abject terror at the sight, breaking into a full scream of absolute horror when James smiled at him. James savagely yanked the arm and David flew through the air with the force of a catapult, his scream cut off with the sickening wet splatter of his skull meeting the brick wall and splattering his brains over the stone in a gory corona of crimson soaked gray as the decapitated body slid down to lie as limp and boneless as a pile of fish guts.
She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, trembling in the aftershock of horror. She had been a wet works operative and had in her time killed. But James killed like swatting flies, the men who faced him never had a chance, she recalled the legends of ancient berserker's massacre entire enemy forces and knew that they were accurate. James could have been in the same room with twenty men, all armed and trained, and the result would have been the same, they would be dead, and James… James would be smiling.
He turned and she prepared herself for death, his hellish eyes!
James stood looking at her, Blood was dripping from the corners of his hellish crimson eyes like tears of the damned… He inhaled slowly the helish eyes losing focus on her, his hands balling into fists, trembling with the strain… The gates of hell closed, James breathed out and then staggered to one knee, reaching for the floor. The look crossing his face was, for a moment, one of hopeless regret and soul rending sorrow. He opened his eyes and looked at her, tears streaming down his face. His eyes wore once again nothing but those of a human in pain. He stood. “We better get the hell out of here, lady.” he said, wiping the bloody tears from his face. “If you want to pull this off, then you had better get me to the gate before they get a second chance. I’m not much use against a machine gun at a distance.”
She got up and came around the desk, sliding her gun into it’s holster. “Let’s go.” she said.

The two flew by helicopter to the remote wilderness where the gate was located. She had arranged for everything to be ready on there arrival, using a minimum of outside help. They had landed and the two got out. A woman met them there, a plump secretarial type with braided hair.
“I got you what you needed, Linda.” she said.
“Good, then you get the hell out of here. I’ll meet you later.” she said, taking the woman in her arms fro a firm hug. “Be careful.” she warned.
“I will.” she said and strode off.
“She’s nice.” said James.
“You arn’t getting interested all of a sudden?” she asked him as they walked to the pile of equipment that lay near the hole.
“She sort of reminds me of a bear I knew once.” he answered.
“You did it with a bear?” she asked incredulously.
“Made love to one? Yes. If I had just tried to “Do it” with her as you suggest, she would have creamed me.” he replied.
“I find myself unable to continue my existence without asking this question. How do you seduce a bear?” she asked.
He smiled and helped her unpack everything, continuing his story as they went along. “When I found her, she was the only bear in the area, they had decided that there were too many of them and they needed to be “Thinned” I believe the term was. Well, they sent in a couple thousand hunters and before you knew it, she was the only one alive. Oh, the conservation authorities said they were sorry, and they didn't know how it could have happened that there were so many tags issued, all while pocketing the cool four million made in tag sales. I decided then and there to take the last female and move her. I went at night and used a tranquilizer gun, then I got her into my ford and drove her way back into the Canadian wilderness. Sneaking across the border in an F-250 was something of a challenge, but doable. When I was there, I let her go and keep watch over her for a while. Well, she came into heat then, and for whatever reason, decided that I would do fine. I remember my panic as she pushed into the tent with me. I had a knife. But I didn't even think of using it. There was no way I was going to kill her, even if she killed me. But she just looked at me for a while and then lay down with me. It gets spicy after that, but I assure you, a bear is one great lover, and I would give a great deal to have her hold me as she did that night.” he said, finishing his story.
She shook her head. Even though she was not into animals, there was a bright beauty to the image of him daringly rescuing the bear and then the bear repaying him with her affection and love. It moved her even though it was not her thing. But then, love is just love… “James, the way you talk about her, if you were a woman, and I was a she-bear, I would be all over you.” she said.
He smiled. “Thanks.”
She bent down and opened the case. There, in the box was a sword. A huge two handed one. James looked at the wepon and then picked it up. He looked at her. “It is far lighter than I would belive possible. Some sort of alloy?” he asked.
“You betcha. Titanium core with a tungsten carbide steel edge. It’s stronger and sharper than any blade ever made, lighter too. There’s a sheath there for it too. As well as every other old fashioned goody we could come up with.” she said proudly.
He looked thrue the case. Knives, throwing stars, throwing spikes. Caltrops, a very modern bow and a sheaf of arrows. He thought for a moment and then begain to make his selections, each type had it’s own case and straps to put it on with. Soon he was hung with enough hardware for a ninja convention. “No armor.” he commented.
“Shit.” she cursed. “Sorry, that would have come in real handy, I guess.” she said.
He nodded. “I’ll have to do without it.” he said.
“Well then, come on.” she said, and led him down to the hole in the ground that was supposed to be a gate to another world.
James looked down into the gaping blackness and was unsurprised when he could not see bottom. “How do I get down?” he asked, not noticing any ladders or ropes.
“Like this.” she said, and booted him in the rear. She was well trained and could kick very heard. He tumbled off of the precipice and fell, turning he looked up at her as she stood in the place he had occupied.
“Don’t worry!” she shouted. “I’ll take care of your girls! I promise.”
Her speech saved her life, for at that moment as he turned, he threw. When he heard her words, he deflected the trow just a bit, so that the razor edged star that whirled up at her with deadly accuracy sliced off a lock of her hair, instead of going through her forehead. She lifted a hand to her temple, and was damn glad that she had decided to be reassuring, or she would be dead. She stepped back from the ledge.
“Well, at least I know he’s the right man for the job!” she said, as she left to see to her promise.

James fell through the darkness, he closed his eyes, but that was worse. He rolled onto his back and fell looking up. That way, if he did smash into the ground, a thing he thought inevitable, he would not see it coming and therefore not know it. It was to some small shock to him when he hit water. His body plunging through it as if with only the force of a six foot dive, and not a seemingly several thousand foot drop. He swam to the surface and made his way to the shore, sputtering and spitting water that had gotten up his nose. He lay on all fours in the mud and reeds as he got the water clear of his breathing passages, thinking to himself that the rolling over so he could not see trick was not such a good one after all.
A pair of feet stepped onto the damp ground before him. Huge, giant, talon sort of feet, with really big claws. He looked up, sitting back on his knees at a huge feathered head equipped with a long, hooked scimitar beak that lay below the wide crimson eyes of a bird of prey. The head came forward towards him, the eyes looking closely at his features, it then lifted his head and looked around, every movement full of grace and nobility.
James blinked as his mind was forced to admit what was before him. It was a gryphon.
It was almost exactly like a red tailed hawk in it’s beautiful plumage, shimmering between copper and brown. The rear of the gryphon did not, however, seem precisely a lion, but rather a different beast altogether. It was obvious to him that this was no hybrid beast, but a true being in it’s own right, and a magnificently beautiful one at that. James found himself aroused at the very thought of being this close to it, regardless of the danger it might represent to him.
The gryphon turned back to him and peered closely into his face, the beak less than an inch from him.
James lifted a hand, slowly, gently, and placed that hand on the gryphon’s cheek, touching the silken feathers. The grypon’s eyes widened at the touch, but allowed it as James began to softly stroke his fingers through them, preening them gently. His other hand lifted and he stroked the great beast under the chin, eliciting a sigh from it, the great eyes closing slowly under his ministrations. James smiled at the purr of delight that was coming from the beast. It had always been a skill of his to ignite an animals capacity for pleasure, seeming to know exactly what to do to turn one on. He moved closer on his knees and nuzzled the gryphon’s cheek, kissing it’s silken glory, stroking his face down to the shoulders and letting his tung slide out to find it’s way through the plumage and to touch the sensitive skin beneath at the juncture between neck and shoulder. The gryphon out right moaned at this treatment as James hands slid down between it’s forelegs and down it’s chest. The gryphon could not withstand this assault, and seemed readily inclined not to, laying it’s head across James’s shoulders. James smiled and nuzzled the neck of the beast. It had been said by those zoos who knew him that if you threw him to the lions, that the only thing getting eaten was lions. James reached down, sliding his hands deep beneath the grypon and reached up, gripping the beast’s sides and then pulling down gently. As if without conscious will, the gryphon sat down slowly, placing it’s genitals in his reach as he petted and played with… him. Yes, We have a boy gryphon. James touched a rather large canine type sheath that was slung under the body, he decided then and there to used what worked on canines, and took the back of his hand and rubbed with a circular motion on the bottom front of the sheath. The penis of any animal is sensitive and very easily injured, it was therefore his job to convince this avian glory that he meant love, not harm. And so he took his time to let the gryphon set the pace. After a moment or so of this, the beast lifted a talon and draped it over his shoulder while rubbing his back with his feathered head and releasing a sigh of pleasure as his penis made it’s first appearance. James continued to rub gently with the back of his hand along the bottom of the organ, coaxing it to errection. The gryphon gave a cry deep in his throat and stiffened his hips, pushing forward against James’s touch. James took this as permission to advance his efforts and he pulled from his pocket a small bottle of hand lotion, the greasy kind, mixed with an amount of heating sex gel and a dash of hydrogen peroxide as an antibacterial. Far too many times he had found that such a precaution was useful, having gotten his hands in the oddest crotches in the oddest places. He pressed some into his hand and then rubbed it in to his palms, returning them to the gryphon's organ before he lost any interest. The gryphon groaned and spread his legs as he worked the gel onto his penis. James could feel the gel warming up, giving the feel of immersion in a wet orifice. He always went the extra yard for his friends, and he wanted very much to be this gryphon’s friend. He stroked the gryphon while nuzzling his chest, pulling and stroking outward as he brought him closer and closer to orgasm. The talon tightened on his shoulder and James was worried he was not going to come thrue this with out some damage, and he flinched slightly as the talon dug in again. But the beast seemed to notice that he was hurting him and lifted the talon free of his shoulder and placed it on the ground at his side. James smiled at this show of caring and strove to delight the noble mythological creature with all his skill. This was one of his favorites, you see, James was not of the type that usually did oral or anal sex with one of his furry male friends unless there was a great deal of trust going both ways, but he did delight in seeing one in ecstasy. He reveled in it, as a matter of fact. There was nothing better than seeing one of his friends in the throes of a real wet and spoogy orgasm, and this was no exception, the gryphon shuddered and bucked his hips, his head lifting skyward, beak parting, tongue jutting in convulsive bliss, and he erupted, gushing seed with the force of a garden hose, once, twice, three, times, and then a bunch of smaller squirts that finally stilled to a single long dripping that strung to the ground. James leaned forward under the gryphon and licked it. When else would he get a taste of gryphon spooge? He licked his lips and considered it like a fine wine.
“Spicy.” he said with a smile. He looked down and saw that his front had been soaked in gryphon semen. “You boys really know how to cum, don’t you?” he sighed. At least there was water here. He gave the gryphon and affectionate stroke and turned to wash himself.
The gryphon, in the meantime, recovered his composure and reached out to grasp the human before him by his thigh with a talon. He then spun the human around and stood on his hind legs, lifting him by the armpits into the air.
“And you… MUST be James.” the gryphon said in a voice that was like a hawk being sluttish, the fierce eyes now half lidded and outright sensual.
James stared at the gryphon, not comprehending in the slightest for a moment, then he recalled the briefing he had just had not less than an hour before… Damn it! He can never thing of anything when theres some magnificent animal around to fondled! All he had heard about the Princess and the people and the political factions came crashing back into his skull and he hung there in the gryphon's talons realizing that he had just whacked off one of the native people! One that could speak English! He realized that he should have known better. But the damn gryphon never said a word! His mind simply had a hard time of it, and a reasonably sane answer eluded him. “Um… sorry for the grope?” he said.
The gryphon closed one eye and looked at him skeptically. “You’re toying with me.” he said.
“Ah…. No?” he replied confusedly.
“Then surely you must admit that bringing me such pleasure as you did so skillfully with your soft little paws is nothing to apologize for, I assure you that I enjoyed every second of it and hold you in high esteem for your selfless gift.” he said.
“Um… thanks?” he said.
The mighty gryphon gave him a tiny shake, cocking his head to the side to gaze at him with one penetrating eye as any avian is want to do. “Why must you toy with me?” he asked. “It is I who must thank you. It was I who was bored to death waiting for the human who was sent from the other world, expecting yet another furless being who would run screaming from me. But then you come along and seduce me on the spot! Plying from me a ecstatic pleasure that few have ever equaled in my long life!” he said. “Come now human. You are James, are you not? The one said to be so skilled in love and war among your own people that you, and you alone have been sent to defend the Princess with your fell skill?” asked the gryphon.
James looked at him for a second and then laughed out loud. “Skilled in love and war, indeed!” those agents must have thrown quite a spin on his being a zoo and a genetic throwback.
The gryphon watched him as he laughed, perplexed as to why he seemed to be going mad even as he watched.
“I’m fine, my friend.” he assured the gryphon. “It’s just that I have never heard myself addressed that way before. Yes, I’m James.”
“Then let me welcome you my dearest heart!” he said, and that magnificent beast of legend embraced james to his warm, feathered chest.

I shall end my first chapter there good friends…
Until next time, if you hear heavy footsteps, the scrape of a serraded tail on stone, and there in the moonlight catch a glimps of some huge hulking beast with eyes of pailest white, with shining fangs like daggers though your bedroom window… don't worry, its just me.
James the Berzerker
Chapter Two

The Gryphon held James to his chest for a long moment in the warmest of embraces and James returned that hug with everything he had and then some. Here he was in some strange land being held in the arms of a Gryphon! He was rather sticky and covered in gryphon spooge but that was a bonus as far as he was concerned. He buried his face in the gryphons feathered neck and reveled in the moment…
It was then that the gryphons claws began to wander over his body. “So how does one take these things off of you, dear James?” The Gryphon asked.
“Oh come on! You cant be horny already!” James exclaimed.
“Horny?” asked the gryphon, pausing in his search for a way to get His new friend out of his pants. “My dear, what do you mean? And what does a likeness to horns have to do with anything?”
“ah fer petes sake…” said James rolling his eyes. “Horny, its an expression back where i come from, it means randy, lusty, aroused, being overcome by a desire to have sex!”
“Your people become aroused? Besides you i mean?” the gryphon asked.
James rolled his eyes. “Of course we do, how do you think we make more of us?”
“Sooth i had no clue.” said the gryphon with a shrug of his mighty wings. “All other beings such as you frankly seemed sorely shocked and dismayed by the very thought of being “Horny” as you say. The very sight of our people happily mounting each other seemed to drive them into a state of fervent disgust! And oh what a scene of torment they began when the love makers politely invited them to join in! Twas as if they had asked them to hang there genitals upon a spearhead! In truth i must say it twas the strangest thing i have ever lay eyes upon.”
James sighed. “Yeah, my people have some strange hangups i suppose. Fact is just under the surface were as sexually interested as anyone can get, we just don't want to admit it to ourselves.”
“Then why are you different?” the gryphon asked.
James smiled ruefully. “Because i just am. No reason really. Ive always been this way since i can remember. I can't change what i am, no matter how much it might make my life miserable”
The gryphon gazed at him thoughtfully, those great eyes of a bird of prey emotional and alive, sensitive and feeling, seeming to understand that this was a jagged wound in his new found friend's soul. He Pulled the small seemingly fragile human to his chest. “I am glad that you are different James.” He said, stoking his smooth furless and featherless shoulders. He held the human gently for a time and then pushed him back to look into his face. “As to your question of my “Hornyness…” i am always horny.” he said as he gave him that sluttish eye again. But that is not the reason i wished to remove these cloth things you are wearing. Not that i wouldn't mind feeling your smooth and naked body against mine, for i have never in my wildest dreams made love to a being with no fur at all save for that little patch on your head. The reason i wished to remove them is simply because to wear such things here is simply not allowed. Certainly they told you before you came here did they not?”
“Ah… No, they didn't” admitted James. “Things were kind of rushed there at the end. I don't know much about anything I'm supposed to do here besides protect the Princess at all costs. I don't even know where she is or even if i can protect her.
“Then it is lucky indeed that i am here!” Pronounced the Gryphon with flair.”For i shall be your guide and your mentor in all things of this land or die in the attempt i so swear upon my honor!” he proclaimed dramatically, spreading his great wings to point straight up into the sky, his talon at his breast, his eyes fierce and noble as a god of storms…
“Damn you make me horny…” said James out loud, awed by the display.
“Do you really think so?” asked the gryphon, suddenly self conscious. Peering down at james with worried eyes looking for any sign of jest.
James stared at him for a full second and then burst out laughing at the sight.
The gryphon lifted his noble head and pointed it at the sky, crossing his chest with his fore paws in disapproval. “Hmph!” he sniffed. “I knew full well you were speaking in jest! For shame that you would be so crewel to me!” he said in a fist class pout.
James stopped laughing like a switch had been thrown and sat up to stair at the gryphon, a look of total bafflement on his face. “Are you out of your feather covered mind!” James exclaimed. “You are so sexy you should have a warning sign hung on your feathery ass saying “Warning! So sexy may cause involuntary self fondling and spontaneous orgasms! Gaze at your own risk!” The only reason i laughed was because i just couldn't believe you didn't know you were sexy already! I mean come on! Your a beautiful alluring magnificently horny all the time gryphon who is built like a god of sex, has a magnificent long twisty penis like a soft ribbed drill bit that i can only look at in awe that spurts like a warm fire hose and who's cum tastes like milky nutmeg for Pete's sake! How much more sexy could you be? You couldn't be more sexy if i dunked you in a vat of whipped cream, cherries and sex pheromones! Do you understand? You are sexy as hell, so sexy all i can think about when im with you is how sexy you are! Sexy Sexy Sexy!” he protested, running his fingers through his hair in disbelief at the sheer impossibility of the gryphon's pouty chiding.
“Ah i see” said the gryphon. “Just to clarify a minor point dear James… Might i ask you one small question?” he said politely.
“And what would that be?” James replied slowly, knowing somehow this would be too much for him to bear.
“What does “Sexy” mean?” asked the gryphon.
The gryphon was quite surprised when the human known to him as James suddenly got to his feet and ran with a shout to throw himself back into the lake…
Later when James had dried off a bit, He and the gryphon were sitting on a stone in the warm sunshine.
“So sexy means to be desirable?” asked the gryphon.
“Yes!” replied James, rolling his eyes as he hung his shirt over a bush.
“And you believe i am sexy?” he prodded.
“Do you really think i would jack off a complete stranger without even a dinner and a movie if i didn't think you were drop dead sexy?”
“What is..” the gryphon began.
“Ah!” Said James, holding up a finger before the gryphon's beak. “No interrupting me and making me go crazy and jump in the lake! Ill explain later ok?”
The gryphon closed his beak and nodded. “As you wish James.”
“What is your name?” James asked. “you know mine and all. And i assume you have one. What is it?”
The gryphon let loose with a high pitched scree that rose and fell melodically over a range far beyond anything that could be accomplished by a human voice .
“There is no way i can say that.” admitted James.
“I thought not.” said the gryphon, “though it is of little matter. You may call me simply Gryphon if you wish it.”
James shrugged. “works for me.”
The gryphon got up and approached him, putting his face right into his own, his long curved beak almost touching James, The gryphon's warm breath brushing his face, the noble birdlike eyes wide and vulnerable as he said what he needed to say.
Now, about my being sexy to you…” the gryphon said.
“Yes?” replied James.
“Prove it to me.” he said softly.
“Prove it to you?” James repeated with a blink of puzzlement.
“Take me now, mount me and spend your lusts upon my body, grant me this gift, show me that i am sexy as you say, that your lust for me is true and your need for me as great as the words you have spoken! Take me now and spill your seed within me in true earnest rutt!”
James gazed into those beautiful eyes and realized he was serious, desperately serious. He had no idea why or how a magnificent being like him could be in so great a need but that didn't matter, he was and that was all James needed to know.
“Is that what you want?” James asked, lifting his hand to stroke the feathers of his cheek.
“Yes.” replied the Gryphon, seeming to recoil from his touch just a tiny bit as if he might be struck for his audacity, his body shaken by the tiniest of tremblings as he stood in a semi crouch as if ready to fly to safety
James saw it all, saw the gryphon's need, saw the way he stood, the way he acted, the almost fearful way he approached him, as ridiculous as that seemed since he was dwarfed by the gryphon and then some. No, something deeper, something that this powerful beautiful fierce being would seek from him, a practically complete stranger where he could not find it anywhere else… something….
Suddenly he had it… the self consciousness, the blatant meekness in his begging plea, the body language, and his exact words… “Take me now…” it all fit, he was totally sure of it. This magnificent bird of prey was a sexual submissive! It was not that uncommon in humans back home. Hell, he had done a good bit of it with a girlfriend of his who was rather into femdom. He had rather enjoyed it frankly, there was something to be said for being totally in someone else's power sexually and made for a very intense experience. In his mind he could see it clearly. Here he was, this big tough strong scary Gryphon and inside he wanted to be a meek little lamb. James almost gave up right then. The gryphon was three times the sise of him! The very idea of James attempting to dominate this lover was just ridiculous! But… he looked into those desperate eyes and had to try even if it got him clawed to ribbons in the process.
He smiled slyly at the gryphon. “you want me to take you?” he said callously with a sneer. “Fine… stay right there.” he said and turned to his pack that was lying on the rock.
“But what are you….”began the gryphon, only to stop as he saw James hold up a finger.
“You are going to have to tell me what you want sooner or later and stop wasting my time, if you want this so bad then you are going to have to give in to me, do you understand?” Said James as he lay out the nylon rope, he saw that it was the soft white kind used on board boats. Good. He had a hundred feet of it. More than enough. He busied himself by cutting a small length from the end and unraveling it most of the way down its length until he had a long wispy whip and a short handle to grasp it with. He wove the end together so that it couldn't come unraveled any further and then swung it thorough the air a few times, it made an impressive snap in the air, but James knew that it was so light that no matter how hard he swung it the wispy nylon strands could do little but sting slightly. He turned then and approached the gryphon. With a snap of the whip he gave the firm command “Sit up! Claws at your sides!”
This was the moment of truth, it was obvious exactly what was going to happen here, if the gryphon sat up, then he accepted the bargain and became James's submissive, if he didn't want to go through with it then he would break it off here.
James watched as the gryphon stared at him, beak hanging open, eyes wide. The gryphon's beautiful crimson penis made an appearance, sliding out of his sheath giving a reflexitive squirt of clear pre-cum as it rose to fullness. The gryphon was breathing heavily now, almost gasping. He sat up slowly, taking the position of a begging dog, his talons up by his sides, his butt firmly on the ground, his hard erect penis throbbing of its own accord in his heightened state of need.
“What… are you going to do to me?” the Gryphon asked meekly.
James smiled to himself. This was making his feathered friend here so horny it was pathetic! He certainly hoped he could be up to this magnificent lovely beings expectations. I mean, how many times in your life do you get to play Dom to a horny submissive gryphon?
“What ever i want.” said James with a smile. “Paws out straight!” he demanded with a crack of the whip. The gryphon jerked his paws out, trembling in his excitement as James took the remaining length of rope and looped it around his claws. James smacked the gryphon in the side with the make shift rope whip, startling the gryphon more than causing any pain making him jump at the loud smack of it. “Eyes down.”growled James. “You are not to look at me unless i tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes James…” he whimpered.
His claws roped James stepped back and undid his belt. His pants were soaked anyways from jumping in the lake it would be good to get them off of him anyways. With a snap the belt slid out of its rungs in his pants. The gryphon could see what he was doing, but couldn't see his face, he had no idea what James was intending to do from his expression. James knew from first hand experience that this sort of thing was exactly what made this particular game fun, not knowing how far your lover was going to go, what they were going to do to you while you were helplessly in there power. And from the way the gryphon was wiggling his tail and whimpering he was feeling every delicious moment of it, not daring to raise his head, wanting to, to see what was going to happen but keeping his eyes down like a respectful slave should. James stepped forward out of his pants and put his hand on the gryphon's beak. “Good boy.” he said as he stroked his hand down the smooth warm surface of it. He lifted the beak, making him look straight up. “Stay.” he commanded. The gryphon sat still, head straight up, eyes firmly fixed on the sky, again he really didn't know what was happening, he just had to sit there and let it happen. He felt James sliding something around his neck softly, working it under his feathers so they wouldn't be broken or bent, he heard a metallic sound of a clasp… and then James pulling something snuggly against his neck… James had put a collar on him, using his belt he had collared him. James pulled on the collar and when he did the gryphon, exited beyond his wildest dreams beyond his wildest dreams and most secret fantasies groaned and spurted a long jet of cum onto James's legs. He just couldn't help himself. He felt James grip in the collar tighten and suddenly he was pulled down to all fours in a low crouch before his crotch. Without a word James pointed to the cum on his legs with his free hand and lifted an eyebrow at him. The Gryphon understood. He had made a mess and now he should clean it up. He swallowed and then gathering his courage he stuck out his tongue and ran it up James leg, tasting his own semen and James own bare furless skin. He felt James stroking his head… “Good boy, make me all nice and clean.” he said as he ran his fingers lovingly through his magnificent feathery head and neck. The gryphon was lost in the sensations of it, the humiliating heat, the pleasure, the hot smell of James and the taste of his naked salty skin. He couldn't help running his tongue over james's pert hairy sack, up the length of his throbbing maleness to taste the tip and a tiny bead of pre cum that was nestled there like a hidden and precious pearl, the spicy taste of his own seed and the seed of his lover all blended together in an ever rising desire that the gryphon could not withstand one moment longer!
“Master….” he whispered, kneeling to press his head to James's bare feet…

I shall end it there my friends for the moment…
An interesting story so far, perhaps? A twist and a turn and the unexpected around every corner it seems…. Will the gryphon end up and a sex slave? or will James talk him out of it? Will he ever get around to boinking that sexy bird? Only time will tell.

Until next time my horny people, Keep the faith and give the dog a bone will you?
The story goes on…

Chapter 3
James smiled as he ran his fingers through the gryphon's luxurious feathered mane as the magnificent beast lay groveling at his feet in sheerest submissive bliss. James had no clue what would make this powerful and fearsome beast of legend into a sissy boy when it came to sexplay. Who could tell? But it didn't matter, James was overjoyed to fulfill his dreams of sexual dominance. He was rather proud of himself. This was his first time as a Dom and he made this lovingly sissy gryphon spurt without even touching his magnificent bright cherry red rod! But now it was James's turn to have a bit of fun.
“Good boy…: he murmured, petting the gryphon's head. He took the rope that was still attached to the gryphon's forelimbs and ran it back, passing it between his legs and out the back and then set himself and pulled. The gryphon's fore claws were pulled back under him and he fell forward onto his chest with a squawk of surprise as he found himself suddenly helpless, his rear in the air, his body bent in a curve as his fore limbs were stretched back towards his rear legs. James tied the gryphon's rear legs to his fore and then stood up to appreciate his work. The gryphon now was in what you would call an “available” position with his forebody on the ground, his forelimbs bent back underneath forcing his butt high into the air and his backside exposed. The grypon looked back at him, eyes wide. This was something new to him. Still, if his harsh, fast breathing of lust and his jerking cock that was flinging pre cum everywhere was any indication, he was up for it. James smiled at him and patted his feathery rear and then stepped up to him with a coil of rope in his hand. “Head up boy!” James commanded. The gryphon raised his head. “Eyes closed, stay.”
The gryphon's closed his eyes, shivering with the delightful tension of playing the helpless victim, he felt James passing the rope around his head, rigging it around his face. The James ordered him to open his beak, he felt the soft rope passing back to the very back of his jaw and there tied in place. James pulled his head back down with a stroke of his hand and then James gave the rope a tug and the gryphon realized he has been bound and now was reined as well! James held the reins to his new mount and smiled down at him, leaning over to give him a firm kiss on top of his head. The gryphon tried to say something but the soft rope that parted his beak made it impossible. James turned to the bush he had hung his clothes on and lifted the thin light undershirt he had been wearing. With a smile he came back to the gryphon's and the gryphon's eyes widened as James slid the soft shirt over the gryphon's head, covering his eyes, he tied it in place and then stepped back. The gryphon's was lost, helpless. He could not see, could not move, his ass was in the air as if to offer free mountings to any passers by no matter who they might be. He was helpless! Tied, bound, reined and blindfolded! He was completely at the mercy of James…. He felt a touch, gentile along one leg, fingers stroking through his feathers to brush softly the skin underneath… and then nothing… he could barely hear through the shirt tied around his head, the soft sounds of James's movements obscured by the wrapped cloth…. The gryphon's flinched and squeaked around the rope parting his beak as he felt the wispy whip in James's hand smack stingingly against one butt cheek, if he was not bound and blinded and practically deaf the blow would have meant less then nothing, a pittance, barely worth paying attention too… but now… now that stinging on his skin was his entire world, it was all he felt.. all he knew…. a stroke of the hand on his side. The gryphon's leaned into it, cherishing that touch… gentile… loving… He wanted that touch… wanted it like nothing else he had ever wanted… nothing was in his world but that touch… those gentile fingers stroking him… then they were gone… he wanted to beg, to plead that the touch return… but there was nothing but silence and emptiness…. bleakness surrounded him for an eternity…. and he despaired
And then he felt his master caressing the side of his face with his own, his hands stroking his head and neck, his lips pressed to his brow, sliding down to nibble at the tiny feathers at the base of his neck beneath his jawline as his master took pleasure in his pet… and then he was gone…. there was nothing… nothing at all… the gryphon wiggled impotently in his bonds, wanting to demand that his master stop teasing him! The whip cracked through the air and smacked against his other cheek and the hot burning sensation fueled his excitement to greater heights even as he struggled to calm himself and be still. His master was in charge. Pets do not get to demand, they await there masters desire…
He groaned in sheerest tortured bliss… there it was… a gentile touch under his tail, soft fingers snaking down one cheek to stroke over his sheath, just touching the base of his cock… then up… up … along the tiny fold of skin that lay bare between his cheeks and there to the base of his tail, to the heart of the matter. He felt a slick wetness… a warm wet object probed his rear and the gryphon's gripped it in sublime ecstasy… he couldn't tell what it was… a finger? His masters penis? He had no clue but the divine sensations of pleasure filling his mind made it of little importance… and then it was gone… The gryphon's whimpered pathetically in the throes of his need, he wanted to scream as loud as he could, “Mount me! Mount me you magnificent furless bastard!” but all he could do was whimper and wiggle his ass in a desperate plea.
In an instant, without the slightest warning, like the fall of thunder he felt James ram his shaft home!
As if struck a lethal blow the gryphon's threw his head skyward in his harness, eyes wide under the wrapped shirt around his face, beak wide and gasping, body trembling and shuddering with the sudden impact of being fully penetrated in but the blink of an eye…
James gripped the reins, pulling back as his hips slammed home again and again into the gryphon's rear, the gryphon whimpered in time to the beating thrusts of James as he took his pleasure from his pet, though James was smaller than many he made up for it in sheer skill and lustful command… The gryphon's was lost in the throes of ever rising pleasure, gripping his masters shaft tightly, serving him, pleasuring him, even as he was pleasured and served… It was then that James once again surprised him as he reached down and around to grip the gryphon's shaft with a hand and to stroke it in time with his ramming thrusts of his own penis within the gryphon's body. The gryphon tried to hold back against this dual assault upon his senses, his bound helpless body, blinded and silenced, his entire world was the weight of James upon his tail, the slick feel of his lubed cock sliding in and out, the feel of his naked hips slamming home against his rear, the hand around his cock sliding up and down in time to the strokes penetrating him as if he were mounting himself… He mustn't spill his seed! He mustn't! His master should spill his first! But even as he told himself this the pleasure rose into a soaring all consuming ecstasy and his seed exploded from his cock like a geyser of white, coating his chest and the ground beneath him in an instant…
James felt him tighten up and felt cum coat his hand as the gryphon's spooged himself but good, flinging his snowy white love juices everywhere. James rubbed his hands in it, stroking it into the gryphon's feathered belly , relishing the hot slick feel of it as the gryphon's just kept spurting on and on! Damn he was tight and hot…. With a groan of sheerest pleasure James exploded and pumped his seed into the gryphon's tail, finally collapsing atop the gryphon's back with a sigh…
“Oh… that… that was good…” he murmured to himself. He wanted to lay on the sweet sissy gryphon's rear for the rest of the day… but he probably should get them both cleaned up. He didn't want that spooge all over the gryphon's to dry up and get hard or something, that would be a terrible mess… With a groan he stood up and began to untie the gryphon.

They sat in a clam pool together off to one side of the lake, the waters warmed by the sun, the sky was clear and dappled lights shown through the trees, an idyllic place, untouched and pure…
James was laying back against a moss covered stone, enjoying the sunlight and the blissful feeling of lovemaking accomplished, his lover the magnificent gryphon resting against him, his great feathered head laying across his chest.
“So you're saying you want to make this a permanent arrangement?” James said, lifting a hand to shield his eyes as he looked down at the gryphon.
“Yes James.” replied the gryphon as he caressed his feathered cheek across James's naked skin. “If that is well with you. I… I would wish to serve you and call you my Master in all things.”
James covered his eyes with a sigh… “Nothing would make me happier than to ride your butt until it goes bald from the pounding… but i have a mission remember? As far as i know there are two whole [SPAM] of people out there that want me dead and your queen as well. I am probably going to get myself killed and you with me if you tag along. Fact is i could stand dying for a good cause and all that… but if you got killed on the way i would never forgive myself and being in combat the fact that you are in danger is going to affect my judgment, I'm going to think of your wellbeing before i think about my mission. Lets face it, I'm hear to avert a war by starting one and i for the moment am an army of one. The enemy has almost certainly got word that i am coming already, i suppose i should have moved on first thing but… well i cant resist an affectionate gryphon's, what can i say?”
The gryphon tossed his head in annoyance. “I am a Knight of the Bonni`an, i have seen many battles and won my fare share by skill and courage. I would not be some lost hatching by your side James! And i believe i shall have the opportunity to prove my prowess to you shorty. Hold your breath.” said the gryphon as he lifted his head and took hold of James in his talons.
“Hold my breath? wh…” asked James just as the gryphon pulled him under the water, diving down deep into the lake. James had a perfect view of the shoreline where they had been sitting just a moment before and stared in shock when he saw white trails jet into the water and there, passing him by just feet was an arrow on its way to the bottom. James held on as the gryphon carried him down and then upwards towards the surface, what did the gryphon intend to do? If they surfaced they would be made into pincushions by whoever was attacking them. But he had underestimated the sheer increadable power of a gryphon. With great beats of his wings the grypon shot up through the water at an unbelivable speed, faster and faster. James couldn't believe it! The gryphon was actually flying underwater! They must be going as fast as a speed boat! The pull of the water against him was crushing, if the gryphon didnt have a ting hold on him he would have been lost.
The broke the surface like a missile launched from a submarine and in the blink of an eye James and the gryphon were high above the lake. Arrows arced up at them but the gryphon flapped his massive wings in an explosion of air, throwing them into a roll away from the danger like a jet fighter, clutching James close to his chest.
It was all James could do to hang on and not get into the way as the gryphon spun, wheeled and soared and then finally dove for the ground like a falling spear. At the very last moment the gryphon pulled up and tossed James away from him and James found himself gently coming to earth on his own too feet as the gryphon flung by over his head.
“Your weapons James!” cried the gryphon.
James scrabbled to his bundled gear and slung on the harness carrying his smaller weapons, snatching up the great sword in its scabbard. He heard the twang of a bow and spun around. He saw it in a moment, detached an aloof. An archer, looking like some kind of wolf sanding there with a bow, an arrow streaking towards him, without a thought he spun in place and with an out streached hand caught the arrow as he spun. He smiled at the shocked look on the face of the wolf as James stood there holding the arrow that was supposed to kill him in his hand. James smiled at him. “Bad wolfy..” he growled as he snapped the arrow in two between his fingers and then bringing his hand down to the hilt of his sword. “NO TREAT FOR YOU!” he roared, charging the wolf, drawing his sword in a unstoppable rush…
Drawing his sword… yank yank
drawing… yank
draw…. yank yank yank!
He couldn't draw his sword! With a shock of surprised annoyance James realized that his sword has been peace bonded! The sword had been tied to the scabbard so it wouldn't fall out in travel! What an incredibly stupid mistake to make! There was no time to untie it now!
Ahead of him the wolf hastily drew another arrow and set it to string. With a grumble of annoyance James decided on a different approach and simply ran into the archer, knocking him down. He ripped the sword free of his belt still wearing the tied on scabbard and brought it down on the wolves head with a hollow BONK! The dog rolled his eyes up into his head and collapsed senseless.
That worked out well…James thought, James didn't really want to kill a dog, or dog man or whatever he was. He just really would rather not, thank you very much. “Yeek!” He squeaked as He heard a rustling in the brush and dove into the bushes on the opposite side just as an arrow flew where he had been standing. He threw himself flat and crawled underneath the thick brush as the person shooting at him edged into the small clearing where he had stashed his stuff. Another doggy boy from the looks of it, he looked around, sniffing the air. Luckily there wasn't a thread of wind to carry his scent to him, though it was only a matter of time before he got on the trail if he was anything like the dogs back home. But then the wolf spotted his fellow laying where James hand left him, sprawled out in the grass. “Jaken!” cried the wolf and ran to his fallen comrade in arms. James looked at his sword, he could untie it now, freeing the blade… No. for all James knew these were cold blooded murderers and nothing like the dogs he knew. But he just couldn't bring himself to cut them down without knowing a damn thing about them. He sighed… Looks like its going to be the hard way then…
The wolf archer bending over his fallen friend whirled in place as the brush to his left erupted and James rushed him, he reached for the short sword that lay in its scabbard on his side but his arm was met by James's hand. He was pulled back to slam against the humans chest, his arm snaking around the wolves neck as his other arm was lifted straight up, his shoulder pressed with crushing force into the side of his neck as the human rolled back, lifting the wolves legs into the air to kick helplessly as he arched his back. The wolf was annoyed, but didn't seem too bad off, the humans supposed choke hold didn't even really squeeze the front of his throat and though he couldn't really do anything in this position neither could the human who attacked him, it was a stalemate… but then why was he getting so sleepy all of a sudden?
James watched as the wolves eyes closed as the sleeper hold took effect. James smiled and gave the wolf a big kiss on his adorable sleeping face. He move the sleeping wolf a few dozen feet from his also sleeping friend and quickly tied them both up. He listened then and heard a high pitched cry, that must be his gryphon battling it out with who knows how many others! James cursed as he snatched up his sword and rushed back to the shore of the lake…
There he saw his Gryphon who stood at the waters edge, rampant, standing on his hind legs, talons spread, wings wide. There before him just ten meters away was three wolf archers. One big male and two females who stood in a triangle facing the gryphon bows at the ready. As James watched the leader let fly at his magnificent lover. James flung himself at the wolves in a rush, he would never make it! But it seemed he needn't have worried…
With a great flap of one wing the gryphon spun his body brining that great pinion down with a thoom of rushing air and the arrow was blown aside to fall harmlessly in the water. The gryphon tilted his head to the side, his eyes fierce and threatening. “Another step closer.” he said, his voice cold and deadly. “You will run out of arrows soon enough… and when you do…”
“As shall you run out of strength all too soon Gryphon!” barked the wolves seeming leader. I'm serious, he really barked it. It was strange to hear, but it fit perfectly. “We have brought arrows enough.” He said, drawing his bow back to level another arrow at the threatening gryphon.
With a thud a many pointed star of metal slammed into the bow just above the paw that grasped it. The wolf turned and stared at James who stood there in a half crouch, one hand holding a bundle of throwing stars, the other set poised to snatch and throw. James smiled at him. “Nice throw ain't it?” he said. The wolves arms jerked in his direction and seemingly like magic another star appeared in the bow with a thud just under his paw. “oh no, you don't want to turn to face me my furry friend. Do that and my friend the gryphon will be on you in a half a second and tear you to shreds with those nasty talons of his. And me? Well, ill put every one of these little nasties into your furry ass before you can even finish turning. Trust me, I've won trophies for my speed and accuracy with things.” The wolf's eyes shifted to look back at the gryphon who lay poised to strike. The other two archers looked to there leader. Unsure what to do. There leader glanced at him. “The two others. Jaken and Stolt. You slew them?”
“coulda, shoulda… but i didn't” answered James. “There tied up over in a little clearing over that way.” he said with a toss of his head.
“You lie!” growled the wolf. “Your kind are filthy murderers! You kill all you face!”
“I really don't like where you are going with this dog face!” James snapped coldly. “And i really don't like the fact that you are calling me a liar or a murderer either! You were the ones trying to kill us remember? Your furry friends are fine! Hell one of them should be awake by now, sleeper holds only last a minute or two. Why don't you open that toothy alpo eating gob of yours and call him if you don't believe me, he should be able to hear you from here!”
The wolf grimaced and then lifted his head, still trying to keep both James and the gryphon in sight. “Jaken! Stolt! You out there?” he barked.
James could barely hear it, but the rest of them all turned in the direction of the sound of another barking wolf. “I'm here Loak! Its me Stolt! Damn human grabbed me and somehow put me to sleep and tied me up! Then that crazy hairless bastard kissed me and fondled my bits while i was going under!”
The gryphon turned an eye to James who smiled and shrugged. “He was cute!” he cried in his own defense.
“Where is Jaken?” barked the leader.
“He's with me, lying about twenty feet away tied up like me!” came the reply.
“Is he alright?” the leader asked.
“Seems to be!” came the reply. “He's breathing, got a lump on his head though but he seems like hes just sleeping!”
“Can you get loose?” the leader asked.
“What in the name of the Mothers teats do you think I've been trying to do for all this time!” came the annoyed reply. “He tied me up with my arms and legs tied to each other behind me! I'm curled up like a snail! All i can do is lay here and try not to pull my arms and legs off!”
The leader of the wolves snapped his gaze to James as he shook the stars in his hand with a metallic ring. “I hate to interrupt the happy time, but now that you found out I'm not a liar how about you surrender so we don't have to stand out here all day? Hmm?”
Loak, the leader of the band of dog archers sighed and lowered his head. There was no way out. Let fly at the gryphon and they die, turn to let fly at the human, and they die. All he could do now was try and save his band. “Will you accept my life in exchange for the freedom of my band and there sworn oath never to cross you again?”
“Loak! No!” cried one of the females behind him, the other practically weeping in shock.
“Quiet Fenta!” He snapped. “Well? Is that acceptable? My life for the lives of my band.”
James smiled. “I rather like you, you know that?” he said. “Throw all your weapons to the gryphon.”
“You will accept the bargan?” Loak asked.
“Yes.” replied James.
“Do as he says.” commanded Loak.
“But Loak, we can't…” said one of the females.
“This is the only way!” snapped Loak. The girls threw there bows beside Loak's and stood heartbroken behind there leader. “I am ready.” he said as he tossed his short sword to the gryphon's feet.
James turned to the two females. “You had better get going, you don't want to see this.” he said, untying his sword and pulling its deadly sharp blade into the light of day.
The girls kept there eyes down and one murmured to him. “we must recover…. his remains.”
“Fine.” said James with a shrug. “Go stand behind those trees.” they nodded dejectedly and shuffled off. “Alright, lets make this clean.” he said to Loak. “Go stand next to the water and bend over.” he turned to the gryphon and tossed his head. “Gather up there gear and wait for me. This wont take long.”
The gryphon gather up the gear and did as he was asked. It seemed odd that James would demand a life now after it seemed he had slain no one, but still, they had tried to kill them both and they were within there rights to take all there lives if they wished. It was obvious how the battle would have gone if James had decided to finish them. He landed behind James and waited as the wolf bent over, exposing his neck for a clean killing blow. James took up his position next to him, oddly enough a bit far back to actually hit the wolf's neck he thought. He then watched as James took a firm grip on his massive sword and then swung back… back, not up above his head…. His sword was turned so the flat of the blade faced the wolf. The gryphon opened his beak to point out this obvious flaw in James's skill as a swordsman, could he really be that bad? The froze in surprise as the human he called his master brought the blade down in a curving arc to slam with a meaty smack into the bent over wolves buttocks with the flat of the blade sending the unfortunate leader flying with a yowl diving through the air as he jumped from the sting of it headfirst into the water! James shaded his eyes with his hand as he watched the wolf plow into the water. “Damn, i missed the green… Fly be free little wolfy!” he said with a laugh and then turned and sheathed his mighty blade and pronounced with the greatest of ceremony. “My work here is done…” and then without further ado ran like hell down the shore and dove into the bushes shouting over his shoulder “Run for it!” The gryphon stood there stunned at a total loss. “but…” he looked at the bushes where James had fled. “I…” then out at the wet and very angry wolf getting up in the shallow water rubbing his very abused backside. “Oh never mind!” he griped and spread his wings to fly into the air and follow after his obviously insane friend and master.

Until next time my fellow monsters, share the love and the lube
And once again, gather round the fire and listen well to the tale of James the Berzerker

The Gryphon found James a ways ahead jogging down the trail and swooped down to grasp him carefully in his talons and carry him aloft. “Wheee!” shouted James as he soared over the trees in the gryphon's arms. The gryphon shook his head and smiled. The human was surely mad but what of it? It was a wonderful madness that he found quite special an laughed out loud with James as he reveled in the simple act of flight, pumping his legs as if running over the tops of the trees that they flew low over. “Enjoy yourself while you can my Master.” he said to him with a chuckle. “I cannot bear both our weight for long in the air.”
James smiled up at him and then reached up with his arms to encircle the gryphon's neck and kiss him on the cheek. “No one in my entire world has ever flown like this, held in the arms of a gryphon…” He sighed. “How long can you hold me up here?”
“Say but a half hour perhaps.” replied the gryphon, his massive beautiful pinions beating the air in great thunderous strokes that drove them forward at the speed of a race car through the air.
James smiled and glanced up at him, a measuring look in his eye. “Can you do it in mid air?”
The gryphon looked down at him quizzically. “Do what?” he asked
“Have sex.” James said simply.
“I… I don't know… I never tried…” admitted the gryphon. “mating with a fellow flyer would be extremely difficult, it would be very hard to have sex and stay connected without disturbing each others wing strokes and causing them to fall.”
James lifted his swordbelt off of his chest. “What if they were tied to your belly?” he said, working it loose from the gryphon's grip carefully.
“Tied to my belly? What?” asked the gryphon.
“Turn me around so im facing you.” James said as he held the freed sword in his hands, unhooking the latch to one end of the greatsword's scabbard and sliding the adjustment buckle all the way out as far as it would go.
The Gryphon did as James asked, carefully turning the human around in his talons, making sure to keep a good grip on him. James reached up and put his arms around the gryphon's midsection just behind his wings, passing the latch from hand to hand and safe within the gryphon's embrace around his middle he reattached the latch to the swords scabbard and suddenly the gryphon realized that James was basically resting the small of his back on that sword which now hung from the gryphon's back. James reached up, running his fingers through his feathers as he lifted his legs to stroke the gryphon's sides, his toes sliding back along the gryphon's body until they found what they were looking for. The gryphon gasped as he felt his penis toyed with in its sheath by the humans soft playful toes. He couldn't believe this was happening! James actually intended to mate with him in mid air! He could not resist the gentile touches of James and soon his shaft slid free and before he could think he felt it press home into the warm and blissfully tight tail of his passenger.
“you might want to spend a bit of your attention on flying.” reminded James. The gryphon woke up and pulled out of the dive he had been lapsing into as he felt his penis engulfed in warm flesh. “I cannot belive we are doing this!” he cried into the swirling winds as he rose into the sky. James laughed beneath him and held on for the ride of his life. The gryphon soon learned a rhythm to areal sex, pump with the wings a little… hump with the hips a little, try not to close his eyes or go into a dive or shove too hard when he came, letting the combined seed of there lovemaking fall to earth far far below.
It was less than twenty minutes before they landed. Well, sex while flying is a bit harder than flying alone. The gryphon landed and stumbled in a heap, falling to his side gasping. James wiggled loose from the improvised harness he had thrown together, laughing and throwing a hand up as the gryphon's penis threw a string of frothy white love up over his chest as it slid free of him. He retrieved the sword, smiling down at the exhausted but totally satisfied gryphon. It looked like he had worn out his pet. Still, who could blame him, he just had to try out that wonderful corkscrew drill bit looking penis, he had and it had lived up to all of his expectations and then some!. He looked down at himself, what a mess! His lower body was soaked in his own seed and that of the gryphon's, mostly the gryphon's… man could that birdy cum! He had seen a river nearby from the air before they had landed. They had to be forty miles from where they had met the wolves now and the gryphon wasn't going anywhere, having fallen asleep right where he was in the long grasses. James looked around, pretty secluded clearing. No way they could track them through the air, and even if they could they had a huge head start on the wolves if they came after them. James decided the best thing to do was to let his friend here get some sleep, as for James he was going to find that river and have a bath. Ever since he came here he kept diving into the water, but he knew damn well that if he let this dry on him it would get all itchy. He adjusted the belt on the scabbard and slung it over his shoulder and made his way in the direction of the river.
He emerged from the brush and before him was the river flowing merrily over rounded stones, glistening in the bright spring sun. he made his way to the edge and slid inside and begin to bathe himself. “I sure have spent a lot of time in the water here so far.” he griped to himself as he washed off the drying mess left over by the gryphon's lovemaking. He took a look around at the beautiful scenery, the clean and pristine shore, the flourishing plants and trees. So beautiful and untouched. It was so unlike anything he had seen back home, even the most wild forests he had visited back on earth were dirty wastelands in comparison. A large fish swam by his feet in the crystal clear water. Here was a land that had never known the rape of man, had never suffered the torments of industrial pollution, had no clue what a lumber mill was or an open pit mine. Had never seen concrete or power lines. It was so full of life the very power of it overwhelmed him. As he was contemplating the fate of his own world he noticed something down stream. It was a rear end of someone standing in the water. A large round magnificent plump rear end facing him. A female one with a very nice pert and jutting vagina hanging in between the two soft pink cheeks of that rear, a sweet clean looking anus above that and a cute short corkscrew tail above that. The first thing on James's mind, being James after all was the thought Now that is one Magnificent ass! beautiful vagina… oh damn id love to play with that!
He was rather surprised when the owner of that ass suddenly whirled around to look over said ass and shout at him “WHAAAAT!?!”
James slapped both hands over his mouth and stood there like a school boy caught in the girls bathroom. Oh please don't tell me i said that out loud! He thought.
“Na ah course you didn't! But surely ya did shout it loud enough in yer head for annay one with but ta smallest o tha majick ta read as if ye painted it on yer face!” said the female who owned the magnificent ass, turning around to face him.
Oh wow look at all those beautiful tits! Thought James
“What? Now ye would gush in lust at my front as well as my back? Are ye the most randy creature in all o tha Goddesses wide creation?” She snapped, looking down at herself. “have ye never seen a healthy sow before?” she asked.
She was quite correct, she was a sow, a female pig and a huge one at that. She had big cute floppy ears, and pretty much big everything else to go with it. A lovely array of breasts down her front all perky and plump and the smallest would have probably been envied by a super model. She was a soft and lovely shade of pink all over with subtle darker tones around her many aureole and her vagina. She was as everyone he had met so far totally naked save for a pouch slung over one shoulder.
“um… ah… sorry?” James said, slightly confused, mostly embarrassed and totally lost as to how to explain away his lewd thoughts to this startlingly attractive sow… after all, he was used to having his thoughts stay safely inside his head. She had wide hips, perfectly rounded, a smooth round tummy of medium size that looked perfect on her body. Large rolling rather powerful looking shoulders and yet still quite feminine. Her neck was wide but not overly so and suited her head which was very much of the piggish verity though far more elegant and regal in his opinion. But there were of course subtle differences between the average barnyard specimen and this sow, for one she stood on two feet just like he did, which he found was quite common in this magical land he had fallen into and had large plump hands tipped with three hoof like fingers but much softer looking that the average hogs toes on the end of her arms. Her head was rather different as well, the snout was shorter and a bit thinner than the traditional pig and her spade like nose smaller, giving her a far more elegant and becoming look to her face, her eyes were far larger as well and were surprisingly a beautiful sea green. She was also immaculately clean, every inch of her body shining and neat which was lightly covered in smooth white fur that was almost transparent. Only the areas around the nipples and her vagina bare of it. Her body was covered in subtle designs drawn in a red pastel color, symbols and cryptic hieroglyphs decorated much of her. James recognized some of them, female symbolism, ancient depictions of feminine power as well as many which stood for life and fertility as well as many he could not even begin to fathom.
“Are ye finished gawking at ma bits?” she asked sarcastically with a toss of her head.
“No! I mean yes!.. I mean… I wasn't… I didn't!” James stammered.
However he was spared the burden of trying to extricate himself from this hole he had dug himself into when she suddenly burst out laughing.
She held out a hand into mid air and flying from the beach was a long twisted wooden staff with an array of feathers and twisted silver wire on the end hung with crystals that glittered in the sunlight as they flew through the air at a stately pace to arrive at her outstretched hand.
James realized it was a broom, a very special and decorative stylized broom but a broom none the less. Not the kind of thing you used to sweep up a mess on the floor… more of the kind of thing you would use for … witchcraft.
She walked with an easy rolling gate out of the water to stand in front of him, a hand on her hip, looking down at him with an appraising eye. She loomed almost two feet taller than he did and seemed to outweigh him by a hundred pounds or more. He was a bit surprised at her sheer sise compared to him, but he had to admit that she looked perfect that way, with her uppermost pair of breasts pointing accusing nipples right into his face.
James sighed. “Mam, sorry for startling you like that with my loud thoughts and all, but you are not making it any easier to not think lewd and lustful thoughts if you stick them in my face like that.” he admitted.
She shrugged, causing the breasts in question to jiggle and bounce merrily before his eyes. “Oh, i don't mind alla that.” she said. “Ah suppose ah should be the one begging yer forgiveness stranger. Twas not very nice of me to listen in on your thoughts, even if it twas about breeding me. Ah was just surprised is all.” she gazed at him, puzzlement plain in her eyes. She reached out and gently touched his face. Her fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle and James stood there letting her explore his face. “So tell me.” she asked. “Just what are ye? Besides bein' the most randy male in existence?”
James laughed. “I'm what you call a human.” he replied.
Her eyes widened. “Ah see! I an heard o such, but never before lay eye upon one.” she considered him for a moment. “I rather like what ah see human. You do so remind me so of ah rather skinny hairless pig. Are we related do ya suppose?”
He smiled at her under her plump hand running through his hair. “I don't think so, not that i would mind.”
She leaned forward and nuzzled the top of his head with her soft spade like nose, taking a good sniff of his scent and practically smooshing his face in her robust uppermost boobs. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips and gave him a wink with a beautiful sea green eye and said “What say you come down to my house a bit later after i get done here and spend tha night? I cook well and i have a very warm, but sadly empty bed to go with it.”
But the human wasn't paying attention to her, he was looking over her shoulder, eyes wide and fixed on something behind her.
She cursed under her breath and spun around to face it.
There it was… A black water serpent, its long sinuous neck rising above the waters surface a full twenty feet. More than half of the body must be still hidden under the water… It was a giant of its kind. Yes, it was the one, the one that had killed many up and down this river, tearing them apart and feasting on there bloody flesh. “Ye Plague of the living! Prepare yourself ta part ways with yer body!” she shouted and with a swirling motion of her hand summoned forth a ball of fire from mid air and with a shout and thrusting gesture of her body flung it forth against the serpent who stuck down, jaws wide to rend her life from her.
The giant serpent saw it coming and twisted its head to the side, taking the blow upon its scaly brow. It recoiled in pain as the fireball exploded in a [SPAM] of red. But the scales held even against this powerful magical assault and the beast dove beneath the water to quench its burns only to rise once more and strike for her with deadly intent.
She stared at it, her mind filling with shock and uncertainty. It was far older and far more powerful than she had imagined, it was a true monster and eater of sentient beings. It had to be killed, it could not be reasoned with. It had gone insane and now would kill her as well. Her most powerful spell had not but wounded it. She desperately tried to weave a defensive spell to ward off the serpents strike, but it was like a sheet in the hurricane when compared to this monster of a beast.
It was then that she felt the human slam into her and threw her aside, out of the path of the monster, the great long sword across his back sliding out of its sheath with a metallic chime. With devastating speed the Human swung his blade, like a flicker of light even as the jaws rushed to snap shut on his vulnerable naked body.
An arc of blood erupted from between those terrible jaws in a crimson arc following the flash of the great blade and the great serpent flung its head back with a hissing scream of pain, its jaws frothing with blood that dripped into the water below.
The human stood there, the huge sword held in one hand, shining blade pointing accusingly at the serpent, its blood dripping from the tip. “Behave yourself scaly.” he growled. “I just nicked you this time, but I've got blade length enough here to take your whole head off if i have to. Now tell me what you have against this lady here!” He demanded.
“Ye cannot reason with him!” the sow shouted from the sands as she struggled to her feet. “He be mad and gone ta eating the flesh of people! Tis not but madness in him now! Flee while you can!”
James heard her but found it hard to believe. A snake going mad? It just didn't seem to be… Those eyes… the snakes eyes. They darted back and forth, trembling in there sockets, focusing here and there and on nothing at all… the eyes… the eyes of the insane…
With a hissing scream it struck at him, the snake snapping his jaws closed at the last second, intent on ramming his bony face into his body. James slashed his blade across the serpents jaws but his sword could not penetrate those thick scales enough to do much more make a shallow wound from that angle.
The sow cried out in horror as those terrible jaws smashed into him, flinging the human into the air, and then snapped home on James's left arm and shoulder. The terrible serpent lifted the human and shook him like a rag doll, flinging him out into the water where his torn and tattered body bounced like a skipping stone, once… twice… and then sank beneath the surface into the dark cold depths.
The sow stood there and watched him sink, tears coming to her eyes. She had only just met him but none the less she felt that she had lost something precious. No one else had thought of her with such honest desire and simple admiration as he had, and not just as a powerful witch as others did.
She felt it then, the unbridled rage of a boar when aroused, the fiery anger that rose to consume her very being and she knew what she had to do.
“Human, though i never learned your name… i swear i shall avenge you!” she shouted and throwing aside all thoughts of defense or retreat she summoned forth her power and threw spell after spell at the serpent in a boiling homicidal rage. “Die! Die! Die!” she screamed at it as fire and lighting frost and wind flew from her in a battering fusillade against the maddened serpent.
She stood there gasping.. she had thrown all she could, there was no more, she was exhausted. Her magical powers drained to but a flicker. She stared at the cloud that hung above the lake, hoping that she had finished it… but then the wind changed and there it was. The serpent was battered and burned, singed and torn, but alive and whole. She almost burst into tears then and there… it was all for naught… she had nothing left to throw, she could not escape its reach even if she turned to run… it was hopeless. She was doomed and her oath to avenge the fallen human would remain unfulfilled. But then as the smoke blew off of the lake all together she saw standing between her and the serpent… the human. His arm was torn and shattered, hanging in red soaked agony from his crippled shoulder, the flow of crimson dripping from his fingers into the water… But he made not a sound. He just stood there. He shrugged his left shoulder and she winced in dread as with a meaty thock the shoulder joint snapped back into place… but he made no sound. He lifted his torn and bloody hand and put it on the hilt of his sword behind his right and lifted that terrible blade with an arm as ravaged as a butchers grizzly work… but he made no sound…
And then he laughed… He laughed. Softly at first… then louder and louder and louder and the sound filled the world… the sound of death and carnage incarnate…
“You have had your blow….” the human said, his voice quiet like a whisper, but ringing in the sudden silence like the toll of a bell. “Now i shall have mine.” The great sword, flashing in the light of the sun rose like an accusing finger to point at the sky and he stood there as still as a mountain, waiting. The great serpent stared at the human and in that moment, even in his insanity he knew fear… fear of that which was not afraid to die. The serpent writhed in confusion, uncertain and lost… but soon his maddened rage took hold and with a roaring hiss he struck, plowing through the water, casting up a great wake in his terrible fury, his speed unbelievable as he roared down on the small fragile human who stood in his path, shining blade pointed straight at the blue sky above. With deadly purpose the human drew back the blade in an ark as the serpent came on, bringing it down and back and then up and over, faster and faster until it swung with blinding speed that shrieked like a bansidhe, harbinger of death…
The great shining sword and the skull of the serpent met… the tungsten steel cleaving through bone and flesh alike, shearing through the jaws until it hit the skull and there tested beyond the endurance of any blade exploded in a shower of jagged steel that tore through the serpents brain and out his skull with the force of a shotgun blast… The mighty serpent flung its head back, screaming in its death throes before falling lifeless to the water in a great splash of crimson gore…
James stood there, the hilt of his shattered sword in one hand, he looked down at it, the jagged shattered metal jutting from the hilt all that remained of his mighty blade. He sighed and tossed it into the water. With heavy steps he approached the fallen serpent, its maddened eyes finally at peace in death. He leaned forward to embrace the gory head as best he could, his tattered arm hanging limp by his side.
“I am so sorry…” he whispered. Bloody tears falling on the unfeeling eyes of the beast who had just tried to murder him.
The witch found herself turning her gaze away as he lay his head on the serpents massive cheek and let his tears fall to run over the great scales and be lost in the waters below, granting him the privacy to mourn, her eyes downcast and suddenly saddened as if she had watched the humans loved one slain before them instead of a serpent driven mad and bent on there deaths in its fangs. But she could not help it, he cried for the serpent, he mourned its passing with all the pain and bitterness of a one who mistakenly has slain a friend.
“There was nothing you could have done…” she said to him. “He was mad, he would have killed us both.”
“It wasn't his fault. He was sick.” James corrected. “His eyes were yellow and bloodshot, his mouth way too red and hot. Something made him ill and he became delusional, probably something like a feaver. If we somehow could have calmed him down we might have been able to help him.”
She pondered his words for a moment before exclaiming. “So ye say that yon black death serpents are not but normal ones who have gone ill? But the madness, the blood lust, what of them?”
James pushed himself up with his good arm. “He had no blood lust, what he saw in his mind were the tormented figments of his sickness, he was afraid, terrified, surrounded by monsters and nightmares. He struck out at us only because he thought it was the only way out of his torment.”
“How know you all this then?” she asked him.
“The smell.” he said. He reached down with his good arm and lifted the lip of the serpents upper jaw. “Take a sniff.”
She leaned forward and inhaled, quickly pulling back and waving a plump hoof in her face. “That be just ruddy horrible!”
James let the jaws slide shut, smoothing the lips back into place. “I noticed the smell when he bit me… its most likely some kind of stomach virus, starts there, spreads through the body filling it with poison until his kidneys cant handle it any more and it floods through him, causing delirium, paranoia and eventually death i would imagine… We have a disease like it back in my world, its called rabies… It drives animals insane just like this did to him.”
“How does such ah horrible thing as this start then?” she asked him
“It starts with a tiny animal, so small you cant even see it that lives in the water or mud or in the air or in the ground. Most of them are harmless, a great many are even helpful, but a few are deadly, if they get into somebodies body they can just keep reproducing and spreading until the person who is infected dies..” he replied.
“Tiny animals…” she murmured, considering his words. “If that were so then why are we all not dead before morn?”
“Because our body has its own army of animals that fight the others, battling every day for our lives, trillions of them.” he said as he turned and made his way to the shore.
“Trillions…” she said in a whisper, staring at the palm of her hand in wonder, a hint of the sounds of battle coming to her as she imagined great hosts of monsters throwing themselves at the noble defenders who stood firm in there battlements against there unholy onslaught.
“How then does one aid ones defenders from these monsters of minutiae?” she asked.
James sat down in the sand, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he finally relaxed. “Eat healthy, stay clean. Be careful to clean your wounds when you cut yourself, that kind of thing.”
“Ah see…” she said, looking up at him. “But.” it was then that she noticed he had fallen to the side, sprawled in the sand.
She cursed in annoyance, rushing to the humans side. She should have been paying attention to the still living rather than pondering the fate of the dead! He had practically bleed white while she just stood there. She examined the wound on his arm, getting out bandages and ointments from her satchel and began patching him up as best she could. It did not look promising. There was so little blood coming from the wounds, that was bad, very bad. It meant that he was running out of any to bleed. She bandaged him as best as she could, then finding long sticks from the nearby woods she built a sled, lashing it together with vines. She hefted the end of the sled and prepared to leave when suddenly the water from the river surged and then retreated and there on the shore was the hilt of the shattered greatsword. She felt then the spirits move her and she lifted the hilt, gazing at the shattered blade before putting it into her pouch and turning to go, dragging the sled behind her.

Oh no, what shall happen now? where is the gryphon sleeping covered in spooge and what will he do when he wakes to find james gone? Where is james going and is he going to survive his terrible wounds? and why did his shattered blade wash up on shore? Tune in next time to James the Berzerker!
Bumpington B. Bumple here to report that there is an interested lot here awaiting the next installment of this wonderful story. It is keeping all of us die-hard readers on the look-out for the next addition.

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Keep it on this channel and be on the look-out for one of the most intrigueing stories this forum has ever seen/read.

The vigil is nerve-wrecking……But we shall be here, waiting…..waiting…….waiting.

A 10 for you.
Dreaming:
Someone comes in, shakes him vigioursly:
(James, wake up, dude. You been sleeping for too long. You got a story to finish here. You got people very interested and they are anxiously awaiting your re-intry.)
Wakes up thinking that this has been one strange space trip. Tries to sort out the reality from the fantasy. All is jumbled inside his head, no way to untangle the thoughts.
So, the next best thing to do is to go back to sleep and start dreaming again. Begins to re-attach the electrodes to his head so that the dreams will be sent directly to BeastForum.
Hopefully to be resumed soon. Hope upon hope.

WOW!
I am mighty impressed with the wonderful story you have given us. For so long, I have tried to create something that folks would like to read, but, alas, to little avail.
The story you have been creating, is certainly captivating, and most ably describes a world that many of us would dearly love to becum lost in.

Perhaps one day, I will be able to create a work of literary art too. Indeed, I would be delighted if it were only one tenth as fine as yours

Once again, thank you dearly for such a grand creation .

Beastly written chronicles,
Poneze, unable to write in a strait line - let alone create fine stories
I definately have to agree with everyone this is a wonderful story that makes one imagination soar. I love every twist and turn that it has taken thus far! There is one slight issue though….. it seems that IB can't produce the chapters fast enough for all of us that are totally addicted to what will happen to James and his cast of friends next. please write more soon we are all dying here!! more chapters!!

Thankies,

Raven

p.s. Bump and a 10