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King Galdon ruled his kingdom with a ruthless but fair and even hand given the period in history. This was just prior to recorded history as we know it when myths and tales of great and valiant deeds were passed from lip to ear.
His father, King Redor, had just died leaving the entire kingdom to him by decree. Galdon had killed two of his brothers and several other interlopers defending his fathers wishes.
In his grief Galdon decreed that two dozen virgins would constantly guard his fathers grave for a year from those who would defile his memory.
At the end of the year there was only one virgin left.
A year of nights had passed as she sat wrapped in her warm furs to protect her from the cold winds and snow at the foot of the dead king's monument, her sword at the ready.
They often came in bands during the night, wanting to defile the King's grave and humiliate King Galdon. There were so many at times they nearly overwhelmed her but she defended King Galdon's decree and the dead King's grave to the end.
This virgin warrior guarded the grave with a sword that dripped with the blood of each and every rapist of every defiled virgin.
She ran them through the groin so she could witness their agonizing pain before taking off their head. She filled many graves with dead men's bodies, throwing their shaved heads in after them. She wove a cloak from their hair in her idle hours there were so many.
Red Celia was defiant to the end and now a mighty legend in her own right.
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In a time when women were treated as less than animals Red Celia was an inspiration and a legend that even King Galdon could not dismiss or subdue. Killing her would only make her legend greater as had been spoken of in the past with such stalwart defiance and great defenders.
He had inadvertently created her after all. As so often has happened throughout history, individuals rise to meet the challenge of the situation and times. This time it was a defiant virgin who commanded the situation.
King Galdon made Red Celia a "Defender of the Realm". The greatest title one could achieve. She was also given permanent residence in the Castle and a place at the side of the King.
Celia was honored and proud of her accomplishments as anyone would be. As any woman of the time, however, she was suspicious, wary and always alert, still with sword at hand. Red Celia was also nobody's fool.
She had been given fine quarters fit for a Warrior and a bed heaped with the finest furs, fur robes and wraps for her position in the King's Court. She was dressed as a Warrior not as Maid-at-Court. Celia was temporarily lulled into a state of false security.
Celia was called Red for obvious reasons. The fact of her being a Warrior in no way implied she was like the male Warriors. Red Celia puts all the Maids-at-Court to shame with her stunning beauty. Her long flowing bright red hair was magnificent and often a distraction to those that fell victim to her sword. She would wield and swing it like a sword.
She was tall and nearly as strong as the men. She also was striking and had delicate features that made men weak before her. Her graceful motions she used to her end as a swords(wo)man without equal as many had the misfortune to discover.
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One evening not long after taking up her position and asleep in her quarters she awoke with a start to see King Galdon standing at the foot of her bed.
"I am here to take my due!"
"You are due nothing more from me except my loyalty and willingness to die in battle by your side." she defiantly and rightly retorts.
Galdon was enraged, going at her with his sword. Celia rolled from her bed, grabbing her sword in defense.
They fought for what seemed hours. In and out of her room, up and down the halls. Celia matched his strength with her skill. The fight filled the night with the clanging and swishing sounds of their fight. No one dared to show themselves.
Backed into her room Celia finally yielded to his strength. There was a reason Galdon was King. At least she put up a good fight he would never forget! He knew he couldn't just take what he wanted without a fight or consequences.
Galdon picked her up by the waist and tossed her back into the furs of her bed. He ripped off his clothes to his massive, muscular and scared nude body, several Celia had just inflicted. He donned his great fur cape made from the hides of an entire pack of wolves in their prime had killed with his bare hands as a young man. He had the scars as proof.
Celia slid back through the furs with her night clothes having been ripped from her body as Galdon tossed her into her bed. She gasped at the sight of Galdon's enormous cock. It was like a tree trunk with the bark still attached. His gonads were like an enormous root ball, swollen and red with his excitement. The fight had only driven him to greater lust for her.
Celia covered her body with furs, hiding her thick and lush red muff from his sight. Her swelling breasts betrayed her own excitement as her hard nipples thrust forward from their swelling and darkening areola. Her labia was moist and swollen as well. She continued to retreat across her bed, gathering more furs around her luscious and trembling body.
Galdon was impatient with her resistance and grabbed her with a large fist full of her thick and long hair, pulling her tight to his hot body. Celia moaned as he gripped her breasts, pushing her on her back and wedged her thighs apart with his powerful legs. She was smothered deep in the thick and soft furs of her bed as Galdon moved his cock forward to her labia. Its enormous head ran through her thick muff, parting her labia and with a loud groan Galdon thrust forward deep into her tight virgin vagina heedless of the resistance he felt as he ripped through her veil.
Celia screamed in pain as his enormous cock seemed to be splitting her apart. Her pain was soon shoved aside with enormous waves of contractions of her own. Wave after wave of new and thrilling feelings wracked her body as it seemed to grip and massage Galdon's huge cock inside her.
He thrust deep, long thrust after thrust to the very bottom of her glorious wet and warm well. Celia was overwhelmed with an all consuming passion. She gripped his buttocks to pull him into her deeper yet and as she did she felt the flexing and quivering of his powerful muscles as he thrust time and time again into her.
Celia was near fainting with the sensations and her contractions as Galdon thrust stronger than any before. With a mighty moan that echoes through the Castle he pumped his thick hot fluid, burst after burst into her deep and warm well to overflow. Galdon was suddenly spent, his huge cock shrunk and slipped from Celia much to her sudden disappointment.
Galdon got up from her bed, grabbed his clothes and with a sweep of his huge Wolf cloak was out the door and gone.
Celia laid there both excited beyond belief over her new found desires and sensations while disappointed at the quickness of it all. She wanted more, a lot more and by the gods she vowed she would have all she wanted.
Galdon started this and he would continue to deliver. Celia had a new mission.
4
The next day at Court and the King's hearings he was distinctly indifferent to her. Despite repeated, though subtitle attempts to get his attention he was decidedly cold to her.
For the following days he continued to be cool and indifferent. She knew he had many women, a Kingdom, at his pleasure but Celia knew none were her match.
There was a great battle where they had engage a rival Kingdom that had invaded their land. She fought with him side by side. She had lost track of the enemy she had slain. Surely he was not mistrusting of her or not knowledgeable of her worth to him! There were moments when his life was in her hands! Surely this was more important than any wench he might have on any night of any day.
That night he came to her bed. He ravaged her much as before and as he left she had an even greater sense of it all being far from complete or adequate for her needs.
This happened with regularity after that with the same feelings of incompleteness and his continuing disinterest in her at Court and anywhere else except on the battlefield where he trusted her with his life.
"Great, strong and sustained on the battlefield. One brief burst of strength, not at all sustained and not great in my bed." Celia screams aloud and she was getting very agitated, wanting true and complete satisfaction.
