"Ruggybaby!" Bradamante cried. "You could have been killed! Are you still in one piece?" "You should see the other", he answered wryly. "At least the part that I need now hasn't got any damage. Let's all go home and become family men."
"What? And bore myself to death?" exclaimed Marfisa, who hadn't been married. (And wasn't exactly in distress.) She wasn't interested in romance, only in fighting. "Go and wash his dishes, Bradamante! I'm still the Warrior Queen of Persia and need monsters to slay! Aventiures to live through! Now!"
"Whatchalooking at me, Hyena?" Bradamante erupted. "Just because I'm in love with my Ruggybaby I surely not wash his dishes!"
Ruggybaby grinned. "When our wedding night is over, Brady, you will BEG to wash my dishes! Just wait until you encounter MY magical lance..."
Marfisa burst out in laughter. Normally only her bestest friends or somebody with a death wish could call her Hyena, but the image of her arch rival doing chores amused her to no end. "Sock it to her, bro!"
Bradamante fumed. "If we wouldn't be in a church, I would get so medieval on your ass that even Astolfo couldn't bring it back!"
"Cat Fight! Cat Fight!" the assorted knights cheered. Orlando and Rinaldo of course rooted for Bradamante.
"What? Nobody cheering for the fair Marfisa?" bellowed the hot-blooded but blameless (OK, OK, he had tried to rape Angelica, but then, who didn't) Ferragu, who had not converted and was attending the wedding under truce. "Are you chicken?" he snidely addressed the converted Saracens, a bit unfair since Sacripant was still away chasing Angelicas shirt, Sobrin barely survived the last clash and the redshirts had no interest for a match with Orlando after their homie Gradass, best of fighters, fell in the final fight.
The next death duel hung in the air, but most conveniently, a messenger bursted in. "King Charlemagne! We need help! An evil dragon has showed up in the village Cul-de-Sac and demands a virgin sacrifice! And he said..."
"Now that's on cue!" Marfisa rejoiced. "Sorry, Bradamante, I wipe the floor with you later. Wipe the floor of your Ruggybaby in the meantime! Bye-bye!"
"And let the dragon insult womankind? No way! I'm coming too!"
"The dragon said viyiyiyiyi!" Marfisa couldn't end her sentence as Ruggiero had stepped on her toes. She gave her brother her most grim look.
"No, he said 'Or else!'" the messenger interjected.
"Marfisa! Bradamante!" King Charlemagne thundered. "No cat fight until the dragon is slain! Have I made myself clear?"
"Yes, your majesty!" Bradamante sighed.
"On my knight honor!" Marfisa secunded. Technically she wasn't liable to anyone (except that after her baptism, Charlemagne automatically was her Big Boss) but courtesy demanded it.
Ruggiero surely had demanded accompanied his Brady but after his fight with Rodomont, he was surely not in the state of riding, let alone slaying dragons. Both women left on their horses, throwing acid looks at each other.
"My kind of woman!" sighed Ferragu. "I think your woman is Angelica?", Orlando mocked, very hypocritically. If his cousin Rinaldo hadn't jumped between the two spitfires to keep the peace, the prophecy that Ferragu would fall from Orlandos hand surely had become fulfilled somewhat earlier.
"There come my virgins!" the dragon grunted. "And such delicate looking ones!" said the other head.
"I count only o...OOH! Cheater! Who said you were first!" exploded Marfisa when Bradamante suddenly spurred the horse Frontin (no. 3 on the list of cool horses...obviously we don't count the likes of Maximus and 30-30) and attacked the dragon head-on with her lance which had levelled so many knights. Marfisa also hit second gear but there was no chance to catch up in time on her no-name nag.
"DIEYIYIYI!" The fight didn't go as Bradamante planned. This was a magic dragon, and he could spit Hentai Fire. (If you never heard of it, it burns off any armor and clothing without ever hurting live flesh. Aw c'mon, Ariost made up stuff that is far more preposterous!) Even worse, her magic lance, which couldn't be destroyed, got so hot that she had to drop it. Even if Marfisa could have stopped at the sight, her honor would have forbidden it. Consequently, she ran straight into the second firestorm and was denuded and disarmed too. But those two were the most bad-ass girls ever seen. "I strangle you with my bare hands!" Marfisa boasted. "I rip your talons out one by one, you pervert!" Brandamante assisted. "Yikes!" "Yikes!"
Unfortunately, the dragon was a bit stronger than our lovely pair. Soon Marfisa was squirming in his left claw and Bradamante in his right. They shouted bad words one should not expect from the mouth of a knight (OK, at least not from the mouth of Bradamante) and made speculations about his mother. "My, my, what foul language!" the dragon chided. "I think your mouthes should be washed with...oh, I have an even better idea!" "No!" "Nooooo!" Marfisa and Bradamante stared in dismay at her fate. A big erect fate.
Protip: If you force your dick into Marfisas mouth, invulnerable scales are a must-have to avoid the wrath of her teeth. Same goes for Bradamante, of course (the dragon was a double-header in more than one way). "Do you have anymore insults to say?" "MMMMPH!" "GLBL!" "No? I thought so. Now let's see if you two lionesses can be tamed." And with this, two forked snake tongues began to lick the girls clits.
Hardly any woman can resist being licked into submission by a snake tongue. Especially not in a crappy hentai story. Against their will, our girls became hornier and wetter all the time. With a funny side-effect. The dragon now knew why Marfisa was called Hyena (by her bestest friends or somebody with a death wish).
"What? Can't say I'm that into Futanari, it feels so gay...
better hide that eerie thing somewhere!" Marfisas clit was as large as a standard (8 inch) penis now, and with a big slurp the dragon inserted it into Bradamantes willing vagina. Both girls, already licked to the brink of insanity, squealed in delight (as far as you can squeal with a giant dragon dick in your throat). "OK (slurp slurp), this cares for you, now let's see what happens if we insert magic lance A in slot B..." That was of course a purely rhetorical question (we're in a pr0n, folks, otherwise we'd recommend a vibrator or whatnot) - Marfisa, who had been thrown to the ground a few times with this lance, immediately went limp in orgasm. Her clit-cock pulsated and Bradamante soon followed. Completely defeated, the girls began to pleasure the dragon dicks with their voice lips. "Oooh yeah, baby!" the dragon approved.
Marfisa and Bradamante were near unconsciousness from a neverending series of orgasms (and a certain lack of oxygen) when the dragon finally came too. He rectracted a bit, then shoved his dicks so deeply into the girls' esophagi that they could kiss his balls. No point of drowing his prizes in cum.
Then they drowned in cum.
"Here, take your horse and ride back to your man", the dragon commanded to Bradamante. "I wouldn't be such a lowlife to eat an expectant mother!" Nonchalantly, he pulled out a bone from Marfisas no-name nag from his teeth.
Marfisa surely would have commented on that long and wide, but she was too exhausted. "Go, Bradamante! I also have sworn that I become the wife of the man who bests me. I think that includes dragons..." "Well, actually, I'm an enchanted prince, I have been Sir Buggalot from Hysteria..." the dragon claimed. (Which might or might not be true, even the author doesn't know in such stories.)
Bradamante left, and Marfisa immediately challenged the dragon for a rematch. Who pondered that who fucking cares about futa or not, with that inhuman vaginal grip. So they tried a few dozen positions from the Kamasutra (plus a few that are only possible to Marfisa+dragon) until they both threw all fours into the air and declared it a draw. For this day. Oh, and none of them actually had an interest to break the spell...
The End