Brute (Ogre Worrior)

"Y-yeah...works for me, h-heh. So the Half-Ogre, Brute, "John" Doe, seeks an audiance with the king...got it", the guard places the form inside a ledger and and sprints back to his post by the gate while eyeing you nervously.

Now finnally done with paper work you decide you owe yourself some "fun". I'll see the king soon enough, you plot, lets see whats in this shithole fief.

Suddenly you realize the passerby peasants are staring at you. I guess they've never seen a mother fucker as handsome as me, you think. Maybe i can get a quick peice of ass here! Though on second thought you remember your "problem". That is, the reason you havent had any in so long....not many small humanoid women can handle the half-ogre cock inside your loin cloth. Youve ripped the pussies apart of more than a few who were horny enough to try...sure they were healed with magick...but it didnt do any wonders for your reputation..." John" Doe ....C.B.E. (Cunt Breaker Extrodinaire!). Snapping out of your reverie you stomp about town...sticking out like a sore thumb, a 7' 6" tall sore thumb!

Looking around you notice this place has alot of poor townsfolk, most of them hot women!, shit!, you muse...must be something in the water.

A peasant girl carrying a bundle of crops to the market passes you buy. Her long cloth dress has a giant slit in it, no doubt from working hard on the farm, and reveals a long, pinkish and sultry leg.

The gigantic bulge in your crotch stirs and strains against your loin cloth, a cock that rivals any stallion's, now swelling beneath them. You focus on the lucious tits barely contained withen her rag stitched tunic...wich seem to call to you as she bounces her wares towards their destination.

The darker half of you desire sings in your head...you think to yourself that one broken, little woman wont matter in the grand sceme of things....

But she sees the obvious giant cock, growing like an oak tree in your loin cloth and runs away sceaming.

Oh well...guess ill have to get my kicks some other way you decide.

Gathering your stuff, you tie your horse (whom you only bring around for the companionship or to one day pawn in an emergency) to a fence by some water, and look around....