Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The city was in flames. The mixed cries of war and terror from the burning streets filtered into the sumptuous hall of the royal palace. The barbarian invaders were slaughtering the men and having their will with the women.
The massive wooden doors boomed, before they shattered into fragments and a figure entered the room.
He was a mountain of a man. His half naked tanned skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. Blazing blue eyes and abundant black hair falling over his shoulders. The muscles of his chest and stomach seemed carved in marble. All in him proclaimed feral strength and masculinity.
The old King raised his sword, but he seemed as a child before the mighty warrior. A flash of steel and his body fell cut in half.
The eyes of the barbarian, more of beast than a man, noticed a figure at the back of the room. A woman who resembled one of the statues of goddesses that adorned the city: The Queen. He had heard stories about her beauty, but they did not do her justice.
A lustful grin appeared in the face of the barbarian. He felt his cock pressing against his loincloth and licked his lips.
The massive wooden doors boomed, before they shattered into fragments and a figure entered the room.
He was a mountain of a man. His half naked tanned skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. Blazing blue eyes and abundant black hair falling over his shoulders. The muscles of his chest and stomach seemed carved in marble. All in him proclaimed feral strength and masculinity.
The old King raised his sword, but he seemed as a child before the mighty warrior. A flash of steel and his body fell cut in half.
The eyes of the barbarian, more of beast than a man, noticed a figure at the back of the room. A woman who resembled one of the statues of goddesses that adorned the city: The Queen. He had heard stories about her beauty, but they did not do her justice.
A lustful grin appeared in the face of the barbarian. He felt his cock pressing against his loincloth and licked his lips.