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Another bump :P :wacko: :wacko: :wacko: :P :P

This story is Wonderfull, I will be keeping my eye's on it for updates. :3

Hey IB are you still there youve kept us in so much suspence we had to find ways of relieving it ;) Anywho just waiting for the next chapter

Cool story, dude! Keep it going, PLEASE! :w00t:

Thank you for sharing your story with us. Hope to hear a lot more from you. :whistling:

Still Waiting for more ;3
So El Bump'o

Sorry about the delay on the story people, but ive been having some minor problems, bad cold, dislocated finger. having to reject the entire latest chaper because i loathed it... but im still here and doing my thing so expect more as soon as i can hammer out something that doesnt disgust me.
Until then have fun

Yay some glimmer of hope. Woot. Lol

BUMP

And once again, gather round the fire and listen well to the tale of James the Berzerker

The Gryphon found James a ways ahead jogging down the trail and swooped down to grasp him carefully in his talons and carry him aloft. “Wheee!” shouted James as he soared over the trees in the gryphon's arms. The gryphon shook his head and smiled. The human was surely mad but what of it? It was a wonderful madness that he found quite special an laughed out loud with James as he reveled in the simple act of flight, pumping his legs as if running over the tops of the trees that they flew low over. “Enjoy yourself while you can my Master.” he said to him with a chuckle. “I cannot bear both our weight for long in the air.”
James smiled up at him and then reached up with his arms to encircle the gryphon's neck and kiss him on the cheek. “No one in my entire world has ever flown like this, held in the arms of a gryphon...” He sighed. “How long can you hold me up here?”
“Say but a half hour perhaps.” replied the gryphon, his massive beautiful pinions beating the air in great thunderous strokes that drove them forward at the speed of a race car through the air.
James smiled and glanced up at him, a measuring look in his eye. “Can you do it in mid air?”
The gryphon looked down at him quizzically. “Do what?” he asked
“Have sex.” James said simply.
“I... I don't know... I never tried...” admitted the gryphon. “mating with a fellow flyer would be extremely difficult, it would be very hard to have sex and stay connected without disturbing each others wing strokes and causing them to fall.”
James lifted his swordbelt off of his chest. “What if they were tied to your belly?” he said, working it loose from the gryphon's grip carefully.
“Tied to my belly? What?” asked the gryphon.
“Turn me around so im facing you.” James said as he held the freed sword in his hands, unhooking the latch to one end of the greatsword's scabbard and sliding the adjustment buckle all the way out as far as it would go.
The Gryphon did as James asked, carefully turning the human around in his talons, making sure to keep a good grip on him. James reached up and put his arms around the gryphon's midsection just behind his wings, passing the latch from hand to hand and safe within the gryphon's embrace around his middle he reattached the latch to the swords scabbard and suddenly the gryphon realized that James was basically resting the small of his back on that sword which now hung from the gryphon's back. James reached up, running his fingers through his feathers as he lifted his legs to stroke the gryphon's sides, his toes sliding back along the gryphon's body until they found what they were looking for. The gryphon gasped as he felt his penis toyed with in its sheath by the humans soft playful toes. He couldn't believe this was happening! James actually intended to mate with him in mid air! He could not resist the gentile touches of James and soon his shaft slid free and before he could think he felt it press home into the warm and blissfully tight tail of his passenger.
“you might want to spend a bit of your attention on flying.” reminded James. The gryphon woke up and pulled out of the dive he had been lapsing into as he felt his penis engulfed in warm flesh. “I cannot belive we are doing this!” he cried into the swirling winds as he rose into the sky. James laughed beneath him and held on for the ride of his life. The gryphon soon learned a rhythm to areal sex, pump with the wings a little... hump with the hips a little, try not to close his eyes or go into a dive or shove too hard when he came, letting the combined seed of there lovemaking fall to earth far far below.
It was less than twenty minutes before they landed. Well, sex while flying is a bit harder than flying alone. The gryphon landed and stumbled in a heap, falling to his side gasping. James wiggled loose from the improvised harness he had thrown together, laughing and throwing a hand up as the gryphon's penis threw a string of frothy white love up over his chest as it slid free of him. He retrieved the sword, smiling down at the exhausted but totally satisfied gryphon. It looked like he had worn out his pet. Still, who could blame him, he just had to try out that wonderful corkscrew drill bit looking penis, he had and it had lived up to all of his expectations and then some!. He looked down at himself, what a mess! His lower body was soaked in his own seed and that of the gryphon's, mostly the gryphon's... man could that birdy cum! He had seen a river nearby from the air before they had landed. They had to be forty miles from where they had met the wolves now and the gryphon wasn't going anywhere, having fallen asleep right where he was in the long grasses. James looked around, pretty secluded clearing. No way they could track them through the air, and even if they could they had a huge head start on the wolves if they came after them. James decided the best thing to do was to let his friend here get some sleep, as for James he was going to find that river and have a bath. Ever since he came here he kept diving into the water, but he knew damn well that if he let this dry on him it would get all itchy. He adjusted the belt on the scabbard and slung it over his shoulder and made his way in the direction of the river.
He emerged from the brush and before him was the river flowing merrily over rounded stones, glistening in the bright spring sun. he made his way to the edge and slid inside and begin to bathe himself. “I sure have spent a lot of time in the water here so far.” he griped to himself as he washed off the drying mess left over by the gryphon's lovemaking. He took a look around at the beautiful scenery, the clean and pristine shore, the flourishing plants and trees. So beautiful and untouched. It was so unlike anything he had seen back home, even the most wild forests he had visited back on earth were dirty wastelands in comparison. A large fish swam by his feet in the crystal clear water. Here was a land that had never known the rape of man, had never suffered the torments of industrial pollution, had no clue what a lumber mill was or an open pit mine. Had never seen concrete or power lines. It was so full of life the very power of it overwhelmed him. As he was contemplating the fate of his own world he noticed something down stream. It was a rear end of someone standing in the water. A large round magnificent plump rear end facing him. A female one with a very nice pert and jutting vagina hanging in between the two soft pink cheeks of that rear, a sweet clean looking anus above that and a cute short corkscrew tail above that. The first thing on James's mind, being James after all was the thought Now that is one Magnificent ass! beautiful vagina... oh damn id love to play with that!
He was rather surprised when the owner of that ass suddenly whirled around to look over said ass and shout at him “WHAAAAT!?!”
James slapped both hands over his mouth and stood there like a school boy caught in the girls bathroom. Oh please don't tell me i said that out loud! He thought.
“Na ah course you didn't! But surely ya did shout it loud enough in yer head for annay one with but ta smallest o tha majick ta read as if ye painted it on yer face!” said the female who owned the magnificent ass, turning around to face him.
Oh wow look at all those beautiful tits! Thought James
“What? Now ye would gush in lust at my front as well as my back? Are ye the most randy creature in all o tha Goddesses wide creation?” She snapped, looking down at herself. “have ye never seen a healthy sow before?” she asked.
She was quite correct, she was a sow, a female pig and a huge one at that. She had big cute floppy ears, and pretty much big everything else to go with it. A lovely array of breasts down her front all perky and plump and the smallest would have probably been envied by a super model. She was a soft and lovely shade of pink all over with subtle darker tones around her many aureole and her vagina. She was as everyone he had met so far totally naked save for a pouch slung over one shoulder.
“um... ah... sorry?” James said, slightly confused, mostly embarrassed and totally lost as to how to explain away his lewd thoughts to this startlingly attractive sow... after all, he was used to having his thoughts stay safely inside his head. She had wide hips, perfectly rounded, a smooth round tummy of medium size that looked perfect on her body. Large rolling rather powerful looking shoulders and yet still quite feminine. Her neck was wide but not overly so and suited her head which was very much of the piggish verity though far more elegant and regal in his opinion. But there were of course subtle differences between the average barnyard specimen and this sow, for one she stood on two feet just like he did, which he found was quite common in this magical land he had fallen into and had large plump hands tipped with three hoof like fingers but much softer looking that the average hogs toes on the end of her arms. Her head was rather different as well, the snout was shorter and a bit thinner than the traditional pig and her spade like nose smaller, giving her a far more elegant and becoming look to her face, her eyes were far larger as well and were surprisingly a beautiful sea green. She was also immaculately clean, every inch of her body shining and neat which was lightly covered in smooth white fur that was almost transparent. Only the areas around the nipples and her vagina bare of it. Her body was covered in subtle designs drawn in a red pastel color, symbols and cryptic hieroglyphs decorated much of her. James recognized some of them, female symbolism, ancient depictions of feminine power as well as many which stood for life and fertility as well as many he could not even begin to fathom.
“Are ye finished gawking at ma bits?” she asked sarcastically with a toss of her head.
“No! I mean yes!.. I mean... I wasn't... I didn't!” James stammered.
However he was spared the burden of trying to extricate himself from this hole he had dug himself into when she suddenly burst out laughing.
She held out a hand into mid air and flying from the beach was a long twisted wooden staff with an array of feathers and twisted silver wire on the end hung with crystals that glittered in the sunlight as they flew through the air at a stately pace to arrive at her outstretched hand.
James realized it was a broom, a very special and decorative stylized broom but a broom none the less. Not the kind of thing you used to sweep up a mess on the floor... more of the kind of thing you would use for ... witchcraft.
She walked with an easy rolling gate out of the water to stand in front of him, a hand on her hip, looking down at him with an appraising eye. She loomed almost two feet taller than he did and seemed to outweigh him by a hundred pounds or more. He was a bit surprised at her sheer sise compared to him, but he had to admit that she looked perfect that way, with her uppermost pair of breasts pointing accusing nipples right into his face.
James sighed. “Mam, sorry for startling you like that with my loud thoughts and all, but you are not making it any easier to not think lewd and lustful thoughts if you stick them in my face like that.” he admitted.
She shrugged, causing the breasts in question to jiggle and bounce merrily before his eyes. “Oh, i don't mind alla that.” she said. “Ah suppose ah should be the one begging yer forgiveness stranger. Twas not very nice of me to listen in on your thoughts, even if it twas about breeding me. Ah was just surprised is all.” she gazed at him, puzzlement plain in her eyes. She reached out and gently touched his face. Her fingers were surprisingly soft and gentle and James stood there letting her explore his face. “So tell me.” she asked. “Just what are ye? Besides bein' the most randy male in existence?”
James laughed. “I'm what you call a human.” he replied.
Her eyes widened. “Ah see! I an heard o such, but never before lay eye upon one.” she considered him for a moment. “I rather like what ah see human. You do so remind me so of ah rather skinny hairless pig. Are we related do ya suppose?”
He smiled at her under her plump hand running through his hair. “I don't think so, not that i would mind.”
She leaned forward and nuzzled the top of his head with her soft spade like nose, taking a good sniff of his scent and practically smooshing his face in her robust uppermost boobs. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips and gave him a wink with a beautiful sea green eye and said “What say you come down to my house a bit later after i get done here and spend tha night? I cook well and i have a very warm, but sadly empty bed to go with it.”
But the human wasn't paying attention to her, he was looking over her shoulder, eyes wide and fixed on something behind her.
She cursed under her breath and spun around to face it.
There it was... A black water serpent, its long sinuous neck rising above the waters surface a full twenty feet. More than half of the body must be still hidden under the water... It was a giant of its kind. Yes, it was the one, the one that had killed many up and down this river, tearing them apart and feasting on there bloody flesh. “Ye Plague of the living! Prepare yourself ta part ways with yer body!” she shouted and with a swirling motion of her hand summoned forth a ball of fire from mid air and with a shout and thrusting gesture of her body flung it forth against the serpent who stuck down, jaws wide to rend her life from her.
The giant serpent saw it coming and twisted its head to the side, taking the blow upon its scaly brow. It recoiled in pain as the fireball exploded in a [SPAM] of red. But the scales held even against this powerful magical assault and the beast dove beneath the water to quench its burns only to rise once more and strike for her with deadly intent.
She stared at it, her mind filling with shock and uncertainty. It was far older and far more powerful than she had imagined, it was a true monster and eater of sentient beings. It had to be killed, it could not be reasoned with. It had gone insane and now would kill her as well. Her most powerful spell had not but wounded it. She desperately tried to weave a defensive spell to ward off the serpents strike, but it was like a sheet in the hurricane when compared to this monster of a beast.
It was then that she felt the human slam into her and threw her aside, out of the path of the monster, the great long sword across his back sliding out of its sheath with a metallic chime. With devastating speed the Human swung his blade, like a flicker of light even as the jaws rushed to snap shut on his vulnerable naked body.
An arc of blood erupted from between those terrible jaws in a crimson arc following the flash of the great blade and the great serpent flung its head back with a hissing scream of pain, its jaws frothing with blood that dripped into the water below.
The human stood there, the huge sword held in one hand, shining blade pointing accusingly at the serpent, its blood dripping from the tip. “Behave yourself scaly.” he growled. “I just nicked you this time, but I've got blade length enough here to take your whole head off if i have to. Now tell me what you have against this lady here!” He demanded.
“Ye cannot reason with him!” the sow shouted from the sands as she struggled to her feet. “He be mad and gone ta eating the flesh of people! Tis not but madness in him now! Flee while you can!”
James heard her but found it hard to believe. A snake going mad? It just didn't seem to be... Those eyes... the snakes eyes. They darted back and forth, trembling in there sockets, focusing here and there and on nothing at all... the eyes... the eyes of the insane...
With a hissing scream it struck at him, the snake snapping his jaws closed at the last second, intent on ramming his bony face into his body. James slashed his blade across the serpents jaws but his sword could not penetrate those thick scales enough to do much more make a shallow wound from that angle.
The sow cried out in horror as those terrible jaws smashed into him, flinging the human into the air, and then snapped home on James's left arm and shoulder. The terrible serpent lifted the human and shook him like a rag doll, flinging him out into the water where his torn and tattered body bounced like a skipping stone, once... twice... and then sank beneath the surface into the dark cold depths.
The sow stood there and watched him sink, tears coming to her eyes. She had only just met him but none the less she felt that she had lost something precious. No one else had thought of her with such honest desire and simple admiration as he had, and not just as a powerful witch as others did.
She felt it then, the unbridled rage of a boar when aroused, the fiery anger that rose to consume her very being and she knew what she had to do.
“Human, though i never learned your name... i swear i shall avenge you!” she shouted and throwing aside all thoughts of defense or retreat she summoned forth her power and threw spell after spell at the serpent in a boiling homicidal rage. “Die! Die! Die!” she screamed at it as fire and lighting frost and wind flew from her in a battering fusillade against the maddened serpent.
She stood there gasping.. she had thrown all she could, there was no more, she was exhausted. Her magical powers drained to but a flicker. She stared at the cloud that hung above the lake, hoping that she had finished it... but then the wind changed and there it was. The serpent was battered and burned, singed and torn, but alive and whole. She almost burst into tears then and there... it was all for naught... she had nothing left to throw, she could not escape its reach even if she turned to run... it was hopeless. She was doomed and her oath to avenge the fallen human would remain unfulfilled. But then as the smoke blew off of the lake all together she saw standing between her and the serpent... the human. His arm was torn and shattered, hanging in red soaked agony from his crippled shoulder, the flow of crimson dripping from his fingers into the water... But he made not a sound. He just stood there. He shrugged his left shoulder and she winced in dread as with a meaty thock the shoulder joint snapped back into place... but he made no sound. He lifted his torn and bloody hand and put it on the hilt of his sword behind his right and lifted that terrible blade with an arm as ravaged as a butchers grizzly work... but he made no sound...
And then he laughed... He laughed. Softly at first... then louder and louder and louder and the sound filled the world... the sound of death and carnage incarnate...
“You have had your blow....” the human said, his voice quiet like a whisper, but ringing in the sudden silence like the toll of a bell. “Now i shall have mine.” The great sword, flashing in the light of the sun rose like an accusing finger to point at the sky and he stood there as still as a mountain, waiting. The great serpent stared at the human and in that moment, even in his insanity he knew fear... fear of that which was not afraid to die. The serpent writhed in confusion, uncertain and lost... but soon his maddened rage took hold and with a roaring hiss he struck, plowing through the water, casting up a great wake in his terrible fury, his speed unbelievable as he roared down on the small fragile human who stood in his path, shining blade pointed straight at the blue sky above. With deadly purpose the human drew back the blade in an ark as the serpent came on, bringing it down and back and then up and over, faster and faster until it swung with blinding speed that shrieked like a bansidhe, harbinger of death...
The great shining sword and the skull of the serpent met... the tungsten steel cleaving through bone and flesh alike, shearing through the jaws until it hit the skull and there tested beyond the endurance of any blade exploded in a shower of jagged steel that tore through the serpents brain and out his skull with the force of a shotgun blast... The mighty serpent flung its head back, screaming in its death throes before falling lifeless to the water in a great splash of crimson gore...
James stood there, the hilt of his shattered sword in one hand, he looked down at it, the jagged shattered metal jutting from the hilt all that remained of his mighty blade. He sighed and tossed it into the water. With heavy steps he approached the fallen serpent, its maddened eyes finally at peace in death. He leaned forward to embrace the gory head as best he could, his tattered arm hanging limp by his side.
“I am so sorry...” he whispered. Bloody tears falling on the unfeeling eyes of the beast who had just tried to murder him.
The witch found herself turning her gaze away as he lay his head on the serpents massive cheek and let his tears fall to run over the great scales and be lost in the waters below, granting him the privacy to mourn, her eyes downcast and suddenly saddened as if she had watched the humans loved one slain before them instead of a serpent driven mad and bent on there deaths in its fangs. But she could not help it, he cried for the serpent, he mourned its passing with all the pain and bitterness of a one who mistakenly has slain a friend.
“There was nothing you could have done...” she said to him. “He was mad, he would have killed us both.”
“It wasn't his fault. He was sick.” James corrected. “His eyes were yellow and bloodshot, his mouth way too red and hot. Something made him ill and he became delusional, probably something like a feaver. If we somehow could have calmed him down we might have been able to help him.”
She pondered his words for a moment before exclaiming. “So ye say that yon black death serpents are not but normal ones who have gone ill? But the madness, the blood lust, what of them?”
James pushed himself up with his good arm. “He had no blood lust, what he saw in his mind were the tormented figments of his sickness, he was afraid, terrified, surrounded by monsters and nightmares. He struck out at us only because he thought it was the only way out of his torment.”
“How know you all this then?” she asked him.
“The smell.” he said. He reached down with his good arm and lifted the lip of the serpents upper jaw. “Take a sniff.”
She leaned forward and inhaled, quickly pulling back and waving a plump hoof in her face. “That be just ruddy horrible!”
James let the jaws slide shut, smoothing the lips back into place. “I noticed the smell when he bit me... its most likely some kind of stomach virus, starts there, spreads through the body filling it with poison until his kidneys cant handle it any more and it floods through him, causing delirium, paranoia and eventually death i would imagine... We have a disease like it back in my world, its called rabies... It drives animals insane just like this did to him.”
“How does such ah horrible thing as this start then?” she asked him
“It starts with a tiny animal, so small you cant even see it that lives in the water or mud or in the air or in the ground. Most of them are harmless, a great many are even helpful, but a few are deadly, if they get into somebodies body they can just keep reproducing and spreading until the person who is infected dies..” he replied.
“Tiny animals...” she murmured, considering his words. “If that were so then why are we all not dead before morn?”
“Because our body has its own army of animals that fight the others, battling every day for our lives, trillions of them.” he said as he turned and made his way to the shore.
“Trillions...” she said in a whisper, staring at the palm of her hand in wonder, a hint of the sounds of battle coming to her as she imagined great hosts of monsters throwing themselves at the noble defenders who stood firm in there battlements against there unholy onslaught.
“How then does one aid ones defenders from these monsters of minutiae?” she asked.
James sat down in the sand, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he finally relaxed. “Eat healthy, stay clean. Be careful to clean your wounds when you cut yourself, that kind of thing.”
“Ah see...” she said, looking up at him. “But.” it was then that she noticed he had fallen to the side, sprawled in the sand.
She cursed in annoyance, rushing to the humans side. She should have been paying attention to the still living rather than pondering the fate of the dead! He had practically bleed white while she just stood there. She examined the wound on his arm, getting out bandages and ointments from her satchel and began patching him up as best she could. It did not look promising. There was so little blood coming from the wounds, that was bad, very bad. It meant that he was running out of any to bleed. She bandaged him as best as she could, then finding long sticks from the nearby woods she built a sled, lashing it together with vines. She hefted the end of the sled and prepared to leave when suddenly the water from the river surged and then retreated and there on the shore was the hilt of the shattered greatsword. She felt then the spirits move her and she lifted the hilt, gazing at the shattered blade before putting it into her pouch and turning to go, dragging the sled behind her.

Oh no, what shall happen now? where is the gryphon sleeping covered in spooge and what will he do when he wakes to find james gone? Where is james going and is he going to survive his terrible wounds? and why did his shattered blade wash up on shore? Tune in next time to James the Berzerker!

James The Berzerker,
You are great. I lovew your stories and can't wait for you next installment! Will The sow get her man or what! Thanks again

Wow that was most definatley worth the wait thank you IB. 10 from me. In fact 10 squared to the power of monkey.

A very welcomed addition to an already excellent story. Thank you for your wonderfully imaginative creativity. However, it only whets our hunger for a short time for another feeding of words. I await your gracing us with another addition soon.

A 10 for you, cubed and re-cubed.

Definately worth the wait IB :clapping:, just hope we won't have to wait quite as long to find out if our hero will recover :huh: