Here's the first part of chapter 4. This is the first chapter written by my collaborator on this project, Lordryuson. You can find other work from him on Bakunyuu Baka. Anyways, please enjoy his work.
Chapter 4: Two Little Elves
"Come on, Prince Anthony!" Mikhaela spoke as she turned around. Her impressive endowments wobbled while she did so. "We have to be at the town of Aguila by the end of the week!"
"Why are we going to Aguila?" Prince Anthony whined as he was trudging forward, while he shifted his body forward.
"We're going to meet an old friend of Mikhaela.” Cyril nodded in kind. It was not his place to correct the conduct of travel to a high class nobleman like Prince Anthony, but at least he was taught by a scholar that liked to travel alot. "Besides, we have to get away from Ravutha and her cronies before they can find us."
"Who?" Prince Anthony peered in.
"I'll explain later, right now we've got to press forward!" Cyril commanded as he marched alongside his teacher. "Onward, to Aguila!"
"Can't we just take my royal stage coach?" Anthony pleaded. "I mean, it will get us to Aguila faster, and we can take supplies with us." He then pondered something. "But who's Ravutha?"
"Someone you don't want to meet." Mikhaela responded in kind as she said the following. Her huge boobs wobbled as she made the statement, "She's beautiful on the outside, but hideous on the inside."
"Well, if she's beautiful on the outside...." Prince Anthony stroked his chin. "That's fair game enough, right?"
Cyril shrugged. "Keep in mind that we're trying to find someone who can aid us against Ravutha's tyranny." He continued walking forward. "The three of us alone won't stand up against that Dark Elf and her minions, not to mention any allies nor rivals she might have."
"So we'll need an army then!" Prince Anthony power posed. "A mighty army dedicated to the destruction of all enemies of the royal blood, or;" He did another pose in the form of his arms staggering about. "Brave warriors who will do battle against the forces of evil, and surrounded by lucious, bouncy women who would do all sorts of service!" There were visions of women dancing in his head, as well as brave soldiers fighting the armies of darkness and the like.
"We don't know who we are fighting against!" Mikhaela blasted Anthony again with a bolt of lightning as electrical surges flow through him. "Besides, I think you just got a charge of reality."
"That's just cruel." Prince Anthony sobbed as he clutched himself. If Ravutha is as beautiful as they say, no doubt would he try his whims on her. Somehow, this doesn't quite apply, as her minions have a way of finding them first.
"That little Mikhaela is starting to get on my nerves!" Ravutha screamed as she flustered herself, with her assets wobbling forth as she looked at the cauldron. She calmed down a bit to see results play out with her two other companions. "On the other hand, that little cow sorceress has not one, but two male companions with her; Cyril I already know, and a dashing young prince! His vigor will serve like any other, two for the price of one!"
"Let me guess," A goblin was busy cleaning the room while he tried to focus on the voluptuous sorceress and his task at the same time. "Ye want us to snag those stringy runts alive, one piece?"
"Please do." Ravutha smiled as she later added in, "So, any other distractions I should know about?" She bent on over wobbling her assets, causing them to sway back and forth, back and fourth.
"Please boss, I have a wife!" The cleaning goblin skittered backwards. "She'd kill me if I betray her, and I've seen what you'd do to the other boys if they looked at parts other than yer eyes!"
"At least you goblins are more cunning than I thought." She placed her hands on her hips. "What's your name?"
"You can call me Broombiter." The goblin knelt before Ravutha. "I'll have this cleaned up before you know it!"
Ravutha smiled at progress being made. The common stereotype among goblins was that they are vile and perverse creatures who'd gawk at any female with two mammary glands, regardless of race. Thankfully, there are those who stand out, learn from their mistakes, such as Broombiter and his wife. On the other hand, it really sucks to have a goblin have sex with ANYTHING, let alone another goblin. This is going to be quite an adventure.
"Sending more goblins to do battle with those crass upstarts? you never learn from your mistakes."
"Who's there?" Screamed the Dark Elf as she turned around to see.....
An extremely tall and beautiful woman. She had short, red and black hair down to her neck, and the sultry, yet tomboyish and aggressive face, plus eyes to match. She was peachy skinned, and dressed in a mixture of royalty and armor, with a red cape, and serpentine armor pads. She was buxom, even more buxom than Ravutha, much to the latter's chagrin; point being her colossal breasts. About three to four times larger than her head, they bounced and wobbled as she walked, with an extremely comedic effect. She also had wide, birthing hips that swayed every time she walked, causing her enormous rump to bounce all over. She even had a plump stomach, which shook like a bowl full of jelly, and flapped over part of her loincloth. She also had long, powerful legs, which the legflesh wobbled forth. She looked upon the Dark Elf and said,”Well well well," The woman spoke in a very sultry voice.
The Goblin stopped his sweeping to look at the woman. Of course, if he went after either of them, what would his wife say?
"If it isn't the Dark Elf tramp, Ra-vomit-ha." The woman stopped her walking, causing her massive breasts to bounce within her armor, "So tell me, how's your complexion these days?"
"IT'S RAVUTHA!" The Dark Elf sorceress screamed out, "I don't need a servant of the Pleasure Goddess to tell me about my complexion, especially not you, Lady Contrina!"
Lady Contrina laughed as her massive breasts shook and her plump belly jiggled all the while. "I see you still hang out with the sneaky little goblins, prefer cunning intellect over mighty strength?" She arched herself, causing her armflesh to bounce, as well as her breasts and stomach. "I don't blame you, seeing
you Dark Elves aren't known for your muscle." She placed her hands on her massive tushy as it bounced. "You would've been a lousy addition to my horde of warriors, seeing that you Dark Elves, how did the delinquents put it?" She placed a armored finger to her chin, and thought for at least two seconds. Then she spoke the following words, "Suck?"
"Hey, it's not our fault that we live a cursed life!" Ravutha screamed as she flustered herself. She later pointed at the woman. "What can you possibly do that I can't?" She later jeered at the woman. "Bet you can't snag the Dragon's Ruby from that Mikhaela brat!"
"Is that a challenge, you pretender to evil?" Lady Contrina raised an eyebrow in anticipation. "Very well, I accept our little game." She then called out, "Berunka! Your mistress calls to you!"
Berunka unlatched herself from her mistresses proud tushy as it bounced and wobbled. Unlike her mistress, Berunka was a petite, weedy little necromancer who was adorned by various skeletal chains, and even having a skeleton wand to compensate for her small bust. She even had glasses on, and is quite a nerdy girl to look at, but makes up for it in the cute department. Something Prince Anthony won't even touch with a ten foot pole due to her flatness. She even had curly, blackish purple hair to her neck. "You called, mistress?" She knelt before Lady Contrina as she readied her staff.
"Make ready your spells, Berunka!" Lady Contrina announced as she turned around, causing her plump bottom to bounce. "We shall find this Mikhaela and these two, cute little boys and make them worthy slaves to the Pleasure Goddess!" She walked away, causing her butt to bounce and sway every which way.
Berunka of course, followed suit, latching herself to the warmth of Contrina's huge butt. The necromancer sunk into that buttflesh as she tried to keep up with her boss.
Ravutha growled at this. Trying to be upstaged by a Death Knight of all things, and her Necromancer sidekick! Those goblins better not screw up this time!
In speaking of screw.....
"Can I ride on your butt?" A hormonal goblin spoke as he watched the others leave while working on the sink. The Goblin, Buttrider, was in the room also and watched the whole conversation start to finish.
Broombiter covered his eyes.
Well, suffice to say that those words Buttrider spoke, were his last.
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