Solo Battle In The Highlands: A New Challenger (Character?) Appears! Taming the Benevolent Bandit of the Wilderness Begins! Introducing...

"Hmmmm," Roman hummed. He'd stopped to drink from his canteen and consult his map function on the bracer. "I think we're getting near to where those attacks have been happening."

He put the canteen away and pulled out the spyglass, looking around. He'd crossed the forests and into the foothills to the west. The mountains were ahead and the ground was rocky. Looking back the way he'd come he could just make out were the cliff with the cave roughly was and the shoreline stretching to the south in a big wide curve. It seemed like they were somewhere on the east-southeast section of the Island but it was hard to know for sure without further exploration.

He glanced around. As far as he could tell he was alone out here. The others had made a fuss about it and tried to talk him into taking a group with him but he'd declined. If it was another group it'd be easier to make his escape alone... and if it where a strong Character or other challenge?

He grinned. The prospect of an exciting challenge was too good to pass up! That was the main reason he'd come to the Island. To test himself against it's trials. Besides... other groups had tried and failed. Taking more along felt like it would simply invite more of the same. Solo he could really push himself and if the threat was too great? Well that's where his tricks would come in handy in helping him escape.

3S SERE training had been one of his favorites. Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape training, with the exception of resisting ****, had actually been fun for him. He'd enjoyed it immensely to the amusement and frustration of his instructors... and the quiet happy pride of his folks. It was only afterwards he found out that his father had been exactly the same. The same brand of challenge loving crazy.

He put the spyglass away and knelt looking for tracks. He saw ones more than day or so old coming from the same direction as him then turning back, limping, wounded, carrying a heavy burden. Their wounded comrades he realized.

At least the trail was clear and easy to follow. "Which is another concern," he mused. "Why wouldn't the attacker follow them back to our camp? If they were a powerful group they certainly would." Which made him smile. He felt more certain that this was the work of a single strong, fast and capable Character! Someone on Knives level or perhaps even a bit stronger! Capable of savagely and quickly ambushing and overwhelming a small group of opponents in a flash!

He picked up his pace a bit excitedly heading further up into the low mountains towards the general direction of what looked to be a possible pass. But the day was getting long. The sun would be setting soon and-

And something was off. He stopped. He could practically feel eyes upon him. He couldn't hear the sound of birds. Only the wind. He closed his eyes, concentrating on his other senses. He smelled something faintly and then heard a whistling sound.

Roman snapped his eyes open and leaped backwards, rolling. Something struck the trail where he'd been standing hard and heavily enough to make a small crater. He threw one arm up and tilted his head to shield his eyes as a small shower of dirt and rock shards pelted him. A grenade or other explosive was his first thought but there'd been no blast or smoke or flash. Which meant a powerful impact.

A whistle came from the cloud of dirt and dust as the outline of a figure appeared and bent to pick up something. A rather shapely figure, Roman noted. "Impressive," said an amused low feminine voice. "You're not like those others are you? Finally someone who is a bit of a challenge."

Roman smirked and tipped his hat. "I could say the same. I'm actually their leader of sorts as they were my men." He raised his cane. "I'm Roman Stark."

"Is that so?" The voice asked with a hint of amusement but also a bit more edge to it. "Then that scum works for you. Which makes you theiving oppressive scum too. The kind that gives bandits a bad name!" She said as she slowly appeared. An impressive pair of large breasts clad in a partially open, tight, red armored corset vest ensemble first. Followed by a wild mane of red hair and hard purple eyes. Shapely and strong, long legs and powerful arms in red bracers and upper arm cuffs were next connected to bare shoulders and wide hips covered only with a scant black thong and a wide belt and ragged purple sash that accentuated and hid nothing. A surprisingly lovely heart-shaped face that'd be sweet seeming if it didn't bear a fierce and cocky grin. "Since you were at least polite enough to give me your name I'll give you mine. I'm Risty! Benevolent Bandit of the Wilderness!" She hefted a round shield on her left arm and pointed a rather wicked looking and heavy Morningstar with a round spiked head at him. "Remember it on your way to hell!"

"I will," he said pointing his cane at her in a similar stance. "But I'm not going anywhere, Risty! I don't usually do this so consider it an honor! I challenge you!"

She smiled grimly and twirled her heavy weapon easily before assuming a ready stance. "You got guts at least! And that's my line, you scum! Your villainy, yours truly will squash it flat! Ha!"

She swung her heavy Morningstar as easily and quickly as a child would a Willow switch. She sneered watching him raise his cane to parry it, expecting to snap it in half brutally. Her face showed surprise as it not only didn't break but didn't give at all like a hard unyielding ****.

He deflected her blow and stepped into deliver a solid punch to her middle with his off-hand. She brought up her shield but rather than ward him away, bashed him with it instead pushing him back. They both grinned for a heartbeat, enjoying the opening round, before clashing yet again.

Risty twirled her weapon in a fast spinning flurry of tightly controlled blows holding her shield up at the ready. Roman parried and blocked faster and faster. She looked and acted wild but that was deceptive. She was a skilled fighter. She didn't give him any openings... so he'd have to make one!

On her next swing he he deflected and stepped into her reach. He turned his body and accepted another shield slam that he'd expected. But he used that push as he turned his body griping her wrist and pulled her over into a hip throw.

Risty hit the ground hard but had the presence of mind to get her shield up as Roman started raining blows down upon her. She managed to ward off most of them but accepted a few minor hits in the process. Then lashed out with legs!

Roman quickly crossed his arms as her curvy, long toned legs lashed forth once, twice. He shrugged off the blows easily enough... though the view of her shapely ass in the miniscule black thong almost distracted him! She was a wild beauty!

Risty used the little bit of space she had made to flip back up onto her feet. She swung her weapon in a brutal upward trajectory... only for the world to go dark! She was blind!

Roman placed his hands on her shoulders after stuffing his hat in her face and flipped up and over her, evading her swing. He landed lightly behind her then drove his cane into her sides in two quick hits- one to her right side and another to her left, then up under her arm to throw her up and over him again. All while grinning. He was starting to get her measure now which had been worth taking a few opening blows.

"What the-? Oooofff!" She got out as she catapulted through the air only to land hard! She growled as she watched Roman catch his hat in his open hand and place it back on his own head with a smirk. She growled and his irritating smirk grew. He was starting to piss her off a bit. What was with this guy? Nobody that big and burly had any business being so seemingly light on their feet! "Something funny to you?"

Roman shrugged. "Funny? No. Amusing? Yes." He winked at her assuming a nonchalant pose. "By the way... you might want to *Ahem* "fix" yourself. I'll give you a moment if you'd like?"

Rusty looked down and cursed. Her top had popped open and her damn tits had popped out and... she grinned. He was looking at them. "Thanks," she said moving like she was going to stuff them back in... and flung her shield at him instead to cover lunge.

Roman barely deflected the shield in time. She was fast... and they really were some great tits, especially as she lunged and they bobbled and swayed enticingly! Probably a similar size to Saya's! But on a musclarly, curvy body instead of a slim, curvy petite one. He wasn't distracted... but he definitely noticed them. And they were noteworthy! But it wasn't going to stop him from doing what needed to be done.

He side stepped her lounge. She was over extended and open. He rapped her hand making her drop her weapon. His other hand caught her wrist and twisted her arm up and behind her back as he knelt... and brought her down, her stomach meeting his knee hard.

Risty made a small sound as the hit landed right into her solar plexus knocking the air from her and leaving her gasping weakly as she slumped across his knee. "Yeild," she heard him say softly but firmly. She shook her head, gasping. "Don't be stubborn," he said in the same soft, firm tone and even more surprising his other hand gently stroked her hair then patted her back as his other held her arm locked in a grip hard as iron. "Yeild. Don't make me **** you. I don't want to. You fought honorably. Yeild with grace, not submission."

She still stubbornly shook her head. Roman sighed and rubbed her back before raising his hand... and brought down firmly slapping her exposed and **** buttocks in the extra skimpy thong. His hand landed with a Crack and she gasped unable still to get air enough to scream or yell.

"Yeild," he said softly again. Again she shook her head and again his hand came down in a stinging slap. "Yeild... please?" He asked her in that same tone. His hand resting on her warm, trembling and stinging flesh actually felt nice like his voice in her ears. She shook her head trying to banish that thought from her mind... and forgot that was signal for something else.

She flinched and jumped as he took her denial as something else slapped her before she was ready for it. The sting seemed to zap electric pain right through her... and a delightfully pleasurable sensation right after. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. "Please yeild?"

*Damn him!* she thought shaking her head. *Lucky bastard!* The next sweetly, stinging slap that set her senses afire and made her sex ache. *Lucky, handsome, sexy bastard and his strong, sexy hands!* She didn't let him get past "please" before shaking her head.

*That's right* Slap. "Please." Shake. *Please... asking for it* Slap. "Please." Shake. *Please... Please me!* Slap. "Please." Shake. *Touch me more!* Slap. "Please." Shake. *Touch me like no other!* Slap. "Please." Shake. *Touch me like only you have! Only you can! Make! Me! Yours! Make! Me!!!*

Roman swallowed as Risty finally cried out "Oh Yesss!" and trembled arching her back in a very... uncomfortably arousing way. His fingers grazed her nethers and the tiny bit of cloth felt surprisingly damp. Was she... Did she just...?

"Yah... Yield," Risty panted as she trembled post cumming bliss against him. "Ah... I... Y-Yield. I yield." She bit her lip. She felt something. Something pressing against her hip as his fingers gently traced their way off her clothed sex and stroked back her sweat soaked hair gently as he slowly let go her arm and held her. It was his... maleness. He was hard. Rock hard. He was excited too. Excited by her! "I yield to you!" She said breathily as he held her and touched her sweetly during her bodys submission and her surrender to him.

Roman swallowed. If he wasn't having sex with Knives so regularly he'd be tempted to... that was much more eroticly intense than intended. "That's good," he said seeing her added under his listed Characters on his bracers display. "That's enough," he said and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe away her sweat. He glanced at her sexy, red ass. "Aw, geez. I wish you hadn't had to be quite so stubborn."

Risty was surprised as he took off his coat and picked her up like somekind of princess. "What are you-?"

"Shh," he shushed her as her carried her flat spot with a bit of grass, laid his coat down on the ground and then gently placed her on it stomach down. "Just stay there," he said as he searched in his backpack. "I have some healing herbs for your use. You can ingest them as is or I can make you a tea and a poultice for your... er, tender bits."

"Oh!" She said surprised and blushing as he took off his vest and shirt too! Was he going to-

Roman draped his shirt over her and put his vest back on. "You're uh... still "uncovered"." Was she blushing and smiling?

"Oh! Uh, Thanks, I suppose;" she said. It actually didn't bother her much at all. She didn't wear much to begin with and those things happened regularly during battle... Normally. But for some reason the idea of him looking at her was... different. Different in a way that made her... She didn't know. Happy? Excited? She sniffed his shirt. It smelled nice. He smelled nice. "Have you not, uh... or maybe you don't, Uhmmm...?"

"Don't what?" Roman asked focusing on preparing to build a small fire with the wood he'd brought to brew a tea for her... it helped to distract from the awkward situation.

"Haven't seen breasts before?" She asked. "Or maybe you don't like them... or mine?"

"What?" Roman asked almost fumbling the wood. "No! I uh, I have! I do! I mean- *Ahem* They're... nice."

"Nice?" She asked relieved a bit for some reason... but also disappointed. "Oh, just "nice", huh?"

"No! I just-" Roman paused to take a breath as he piled tinder and focused on making a spark and igniting it. "More than nice. Really nice. Very nice..." he started striking sparks as his mind raced to think of some adjective other than nice that didn't make him sound like a tit loving pervert as a hundred risque things popped into his head before- "They're like the rest of you, Risty. Very beautiful to look at. Stunningly so."

"Oh!" Risty said happily feeling warmer already and the fire was only just getting going. Heat was also building in her chest and other places as her heart sped up. "Uhm, Thank you! I... don't hear that often actually. Sometimes the opposite actually."

Roman blinked then turned to face her after filling a small camping cup from his canteen. "What? That can't be true?"

Risky shrugged. "There are some people who... like to compare me to a monkey in a negative way. I really hate it- Hey! It's not funny!" She said as he chuckled.

Roman shook his head turning away again so he wasn't staring. "It is and I'm not laughing at you! Let me guess... it's women who usually say it?"

Risky was surprised. "Yeah, it is! Mostly one in particular! How'd you know?"

Roman shrugged placing the cup over the fire to boil now that the fire was going. "Easy. They're jealous. When they say things like that they're actually saying, "I'm afraid that I'm nowhere near as beautiful as you in comparison." They're trying to tear you down rather than build themselves up. Pay their jealous insecurities absolutely no mind. You're lovely."

"I bet you say that to all the warrior women," she said but his words made her happy and her heartbeat faster. "I'm not. I'm too wild and rough around the edges and-"

Roman smiled and shook his head. "Maybe so but you are still lovely and beautiful. Even more so because of those things. You're very naturally lovely. But your strength? Your "wildness"? Those are so beautiful too. Your skill? Lovely to behold." He smiled and stirred the medicinal herb tea. "Risty the Beautiful Bandit of the Wilderness."

"Don't tease," she said, blushing and hiding her smile in his shirt.

Roman tasted the tea and nodded. "I'm not," he said taking a second cup and carefully putting his handkerchief over it then used it to strain the herbs as he transferred the concoction. He pulled out the flask he'd gotten and poured a bit of the potent distillation into the cup and gave a stir. "Here," he said handing her the cup. "I added a bit of some **** but only a bit. It's kinda rough- whoa!"

Risty eagerly put the cup up to her lips and tipped it back, gulping and draining it down. Roman watched her tilted back head and arched back as she relished her drink. A tiny drop escaped the corner of her mouth, slowly running down her neck and was just starting to disappear between her breasts... before Roman stopped it, catching it on his fingertip. "You uh, missed a drop," He held it up to show her and she smiled.

"Looks like it's yours now that you caught it," she said. "Go on... take it!" She grinned as he licked it off his fingertip. It was so hot! "I don't suppose you have more of that ****? It's not good but not terrible either."

Roman swallowed and passed her the flask. "Go ahead. Take it. You like to drink, huh?" He went back to the wet herbs wrapped in his handkerchief and ground them between two rocks making a paste.

"I do!" Risty said taking a swig. "Ah! Whew! That stuff kicks like a mule!" She drank watching him. He'd bested her and Risty respected strength and prowess. He was pleasant to look at too! Not some ugly brute... though he hadn't held back in fighting her! Making her submit to him. Targeting a weakness she had been unaware of having. Stupid, lucky, handsome brute... her "owner"! He'd claimed her and she recognized that... but why did it have to send a delightful tingle down her spine? She'd never felt quite like this after losing a fight before.

And she had lost. Completely. She took another drink of the clear liquor. Oh she'd gotten some hits in but nothing serious. He'd taken little more than a few bumps and bruises. Worse he'd allowed her to hit him. Taken a few blows on purpose just to get her measure. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to get angry that he'd played her... but she couldn't. He'd deliberately studied her. Her size, reach, strength, speed. All calculated, weighed and gauged... before he'd deliberately dismantled her. Picked her fighting style apart cleanly, deliberately and decisively handing her her defeat.

She watched him pull out some blue gunk and add a splash of water before adding it to the mixture he was preparing. Then kneading it with those big hands and sexy arms. His shoulders rolling beneath his vest covering his broad back. He wasn't unattractive... her handsome owner. *Gulp* "What uh...?"

"Shush," Roman said kneeling down over her. Looking her over. "Those herbs? They work fast. You're already looking a bit better. I'm going to..." he smeared his hands in the slimy concoction and cleared his throat. "*Ahem* Apply this directly. Alright?"

Risty nodded. "Alright," she said trying to hide her blush behind her hair. He was going to touch her again. Why did that have to thrill her so? She slowly slipped his shirt off and then her own loosened scant top and belt. "Thank you... please do."

Roman nodded and slowly, gently began to touch her nearly naked body. He heard her hiss and grunt only slightly as he applied it to her wounds and rubbed it in. He was mildly impressed. She was tough to resist such pain without complaint.

Risty took another sip of the **** and bit her lip. His touch stung at first but then felt much better almost immediately. The pain subsided in a pleasant tingle. His fingers began gently working the ointment into her skin and that also felt nice... No. Good. Really good! Pleasant. Pleasurable even! He was good with his hands. Almost like getting a massage... but this wasn't that! Her mind told her it was neither the time, nor the place- "Could you... *Gulp* Work it in a little harder... for me?"

"Uh, sure!" Roman nodded and then began to rub the mixture deeper into her skin and tissue. Which felt nice! She had surprisingly smooth skin despite living wild and rough. Her whole body was a contrast of supple soft curves and hard well defined muscles. An enticing blend of Amazonian beauty... and she was asking him to touch her? With pleasure! "Like this?"

"Mmm hmmmm," she hummed happily as he gently dug his fingers into her flesh. "That's better! Much better... more! Oh! Mmmnnn!" She bit her lip again as he touched her ass. It stung but there was that pleasant feeling again too... only even more so! It felt wonderful and she had to fight from shifting and bucking her hips, trying to get him touch her more. Touch her all over! Touch her most sensitive places!

Roman swallowed. She kept shifting her hips and fidgeting in pain... and he felt bad because it was kind of unconsciously sexy! Really sexy! Her ass in his hands... And it was a magnificent ass! Full, round, supple and perfectly shaped. And strong! He could feel the power in her body. She'd worked hard to achieve her strength and sculpt her body... and that only made it more beautiful. Practically a work of art. He felt sorry for hitting it. "Sorry," he whispered huskily. "I'm sorry for hurting you." He swallowed. "Turn over and I'll leave you the stuff so you can get your front-!"

Risty did but grabbed his wrist with one hand to stop him from going while crossing her breasts, barely covering them with the other arm. She looked him in the eyes. "Can you do it? Please?" She placed his palm on her taught belly. Let him feel her abdominals.... and she noticed his gaze. His mismatched eyes practically drank in the sight of her. Her looked at her from her wild hair to her purple eyes, her slender neck to her ripe breasts, her full hips with a tattoo on her right hip and thigh and down between her legs to her barely covered crotch in the thin black thong and she felt his fingers twitch. He wanted to touch her! His property! Claim her fully and- "You can," she said. "I mean you own me now. Bested me. You're going to take me anyway, right? ****-"

"No!" Roman said loudly then again softer. "No, I'm not."

"No?" She asked surprised and maybe a bit disappointed.

"No," he said though he did rub her bruises since she'd already asked him to. Placed his hand there herself. Invited him to touch her. It would be do easy to slip his hands down and- "No," he told himself. "I don't know what you've heard but while we do rob, plunder and steal we're not complete monsters, Risty. I protect my people. I work hard to make sure they're fed. I also protect what's mine. Including you. I won't let anyone do that to you... not even me. And I can't. I... made a promise to another Character I own. Her name is Knives Chau. I can't, won't, hurt her." He finished rubbing the ointment into her bruises and wiped off his hands, stopped touching her... with surprising ****.

He stood and his erection was tenting his pants uncomfortably. "I'm... going to go for a walk for a bit... get more wood." He said ironically as an excuse before walking away and attempting to adjust his trousers.

Risty shook her head. She had learned a few things. Firstly Roman had many similarties to her. He might not be a "Benevolent Bandit" like her... but he wasn't far off from that either. Unlike the corrupt nobles she stole from to feed the hungry back home, he looked after his people. Stole, like she did, to provide for them. Fought, like she did, to protect them and their property. His methods might be less noble but the goals were the same. The fact he was in this survival game was like her fighting in the Queen's Blade tournament. Their motives were a bit different but they were also similar people to an extent.

Secondly... He really liked her! And that ridiculous strong, hard rod of his he fought with was matched by the rod in his pants! And she wanted it! Wanted to experience it just once! And it was obvious that he was interested and wanted it as well despite what he said! And Ristys bandit pride wouldn't accept giving up on taking what she wanted!

And third... "Just you wait Knives Chau!" She said her hands dipping between her legs and thinking about Roman as she sought relief for herself and wondered if he was doing the same... pictured it. "You and I have business to settle between us!" Her fingers rubbed her sex, stroking vigorously imagining Roman stroking his cock. *How big was it?* she wondered. *How thick?* She flicked her hard bean and came a little... but it wasn't enough! She wanted more as she wondered *How would it feel?*

She needed something... more. She looked at her weapons handle. Sometimes, when she was **** like this, she'd use it to scratch that itch. But then she spotted his weapon! A nice thick smooth rod! She didn't hesitate to snatch it up. Taking it in hand she licked the tip a little and then rubbed it's shaft against her pussy. It was cool but pleasantly smooth and unblemished. Sliding against her wet nethers felt great! She hesitated only a moment before placing the tip at her entrance... and it slid in perfectly smoothly with how worked up she was. She started fucking herself with it faster and deeper.

"Oh my! Just like that!" She said getting into it now. "That's what I need! Oh yes! Just you wait! It isn't wise to get between a bandit and their treasured target... or nice to cock block!"

[Roman Stark Knives Chau Saya Takagi and Risty

Will Return In

Getting To Know Risty

Coming Soon]