The trial (The URSO, THE LOBO AND THE FALCANO)

- What doesn't kill me strengthens me and makes me even tougher, witch! – voiced Hakun the warrior, in threatening tone, brandishing his sword in the air in front of Agatha, lady of the Cave of the Hanging. - First of all, idiot, I'm not a witch..., I'm a witch! – she answered with an arrogant tone, showing her superiority – Secondly, we will see if you will persist in rigidity after passing the test! ..., by the way, is that not what you came for? Yes, the proof! Hakun recalled the reason why he invaded the cave in search of an encounter with Agatha: he had heard a legend narrated by elders that he who was able to face the proof of resistance challenged by the sorceress would become the holder of an unlimited power that would enable him to submit sovereigns and soften kingdoms. And now there he was, before a woman of splendid beauty, but who had a look almost metallic and full of pride that really seemed challenging. - Here, in my stronghold, swords are no good! – vaticinated her while gestulating with her hands causing the warrior's weapon to be pulled out of her hand by drilling a distant rock – Are you ready for the challenge, Hakun the Untamed? - That's why I came! So, yeah, I'm ready! – answered the warrior with the haughtiness that was characteristic of him – Come face me! - Easy, Hakun! I'll be your last hit! – replied the sorceress approaching him a little more – This challenge consists of three clashes ..., if you win all, you will have what you deserve ..., but fail in one of them and you will not live to see a new dawn ..., and the first challenge is with Freida ..., the noble Valkyrie! At this moment, from the deep shadows of the cave comes a woman of sculptural beauty, whose nakedness was stunning; Freida had long sun-colored hair that contrasted with the whiteness of her skin and blue eyes with the ocean; with a body carved by the divine unknown, she bore a pair of proportionally large breasts and endowed with an intriguing firmness, whose swollen nipples denounced her enormous and voracious excitement; the belly devoid of hair seemed to radiate a provocative energy capable of maddening any man. “Let's go, warrior! The time has come to show what has come!”, ordered the sorceress to a man still stunned with the beauty of his opponent. Already naked and displaying his prominent genitalia and hard as rock, Hakun advanced toward Freida and began the delicious clash of male and female; taking it by the waist, Hakun looked for her lips longing for a kiss she willingly offered as she held her appendix between her legs preventing the warrior from retreating; every new warm and wet kiss seemed to extract vital energy from Hakun who soon felt exhausted, fearing for defeat and consequent death. Unwinding from that perfect mouth of fleshy lips, he held Valkyrie's breasts enjoying the flavor of his swollen and provocative nipples. Fried with impressive agility jumped over the warrior, ensnaring him with legs and arms while holding his head dipped in his divine tits; Hakun stood firm until Valkyrie gave him a key with his legs squeezing waist and hips. It was such a vehement grip that he forced the warrior to fall to his knees at the same time that Valkyrie pushed him against the ground until he saw himself under the yoke of his body; with even more agile movements, she did not waste time and put herself on the crotch with the stiff member in her hand and descending on him until she could accommodate him within his warm and wet cave; immediately, Freida sat down on her knees tilting the body over the warrior and starting vigorous movements up and down with the support of her pelvis and waist, mercilessly striking the hard stick of the man of the north. He offered their breasts to be savored by staring at their eyes with an almost hypnotic expression; squeezing their breasts in their hands, Hakun snuffed and sucked the nipples feeling that their vital energy escaped their control as if that look of Freida was able to exert some kind of sorcery on him; gradually the warrior felt himself losing the clash with the body being massacred by the blows struck by the opponents whose gaze exercised enormous power over him at the same time his vigor was inexorable. “ When you're with Valhalla's Guardian, take a look at Bear! Show her from whom you descend! ", the words uttered by the Sword's Wizard echoed in her mind as an alert assuring her victory; gathering the few remaining forces, Hakun conjured the great Bear of the icy steppes and faced the look of Valkyrie opening a new front of combat: the combat of the spirit! Suddenly, the clash changed course and for the first time Freida displayed a hesitant look, attenuating her body movements and letting a groan escape as she felt the warrior's avid mouth suck her nipples with enormous vigor; with a quick turn of her body already regaining the necessary energy, Hakun reversed the position by placing himself on the Valkyrie that was now subjected to the robust pelvic harassment of Hakun feeling the blows of his bulky limb hitting her deeply and causing an unforgivable succession of joys that shook her like a doll at the service of the male! Without losing sight of Valkyrie's face, Hakun continued to strike against her cave, causing an endless wave of pleasure that left her submissive to the opponent who gave no signs of cooling as if she had his energy renewed and enlarged. And the groans gave way to the screams that burst through Freida's trembling mouth that no longer had any control over the clash, clearly showing that the defeat was right. - Ahhh! I can't stand it anymore! Wow! You're slaughtering me man from the north! – she whispered squirming under Hakun’s muscular body, but still being shaken by endless joys – Ahhh! Ahhh! I..., I..., I give up! You have defeated me, Hakun the savage! Savoring the early victory and crowning himself a winner before Valkyrie, Hakun drew his member and stood up staring at the face of the sorceress who watched everything sitting on his stone throne; almost staggering and panting, Freida also stood up looking at the face of Agatha whose expression was the purest disappointment; without saying a word to Valkyrie withdrew into the dark depths of the cave. - Don't think yourself victorious... yet! – vaticinated the sorceress with a tone of irony in her voice – Let the next opponent come! And so came the beautiful Elf Arwen before Hakun's bewildered eyes! With her delusional nudity she came to meet the warrior whose expression was most surprising. Arwen had a slender body with attributes whose prominence was perfectly aligned with the rest, erecting the figure of a woman of eloquent beauty and sensuality; Hakun breathed deeply and prepared for another dispute that needed to be won; very close to him the Elf smiled maliciously between opening her lips in a clear act of provocation; without warning she kneeled before the man from the north and proceeded to caress her limb feeling its dimensions and rigidity still resistant and ready to face it; however, Hakun was taken by enormous surprise to feel the lips of the Elf surrounding her glande gently tightening it which resulted in a robust spasm that made her legs babble. Enjoying the member with surprising naturality, Arwen took it whole in his mouth by sucking it with enormous greed while tightening the warrior's buttocks intending to prevent him from drawing an undesirable retreat. Hakun controlled himself to the full, since Elf's oral caress and delicious proved to be an unlimited boldness; sometimes he kept the warrior's member inside his mouth forcing the glans against his glottis and delighted to see the torment take over the man of the north such was his degree of excitement. Long after enjoying the taste of the virile stick in his mouth, Arwen stopped doing it by lying down before him and spreading his legs in an instigating movement. “Come, warrior! Possess me with your stiff mast penetrating my hot and juicy meats!”, she suggested with almost melodious tone of voice. Immediately, Hakun lay on her letting her phallus find its way to the Elf cave. The first attack was quick and forceful with the warrior throwing his pelvis forward by throwing his instrument as deep as possible, causing a huge fuss in the Elf that did not contain a shrill scream followed by a long groan. And so happened the always intense, deep and fast pelvic blows causing huge impact on the Elf's body that wriggled under the manly command of the partner whose performance showed no signs of a possible unwanted deceleration; the physical effort detached by Hakun did not delay in causing enormous fatigue, requiring him more than just dedication; it was as if the Elf's bowels sucked out every pelvic blow draining the energy produced by him resulting in a growing exhaustion. Gradually, Hakun sensed the possibility of being so entangled by Arwen that at the end of the struggle she defeated him in awe, something unthinkable for those who reached that point. “Don’t forget ..., everything is a matter of rhythm ..., don’t let it be that rhythm determined by the female! ..., use the cunning of the wolf!”, the Magi’s words, once again, took over the mind of the warrior who aimed at the confident gaze of the Elf and opened an enigmatic smile that upset her. Confident in his wits, Hakun held Arwen by the waist by cadenting his movements so that they were no longer endowed with animal aggressiveness, but with the typical subtlety of the lover who used the female to extract the utmost pleasure from her. Some time later, Arwen's face revealed his defeat that it was attested by a succession of enjoyments that swept his body away, leaving it upset at such pleasure that Hakun's speech imposed on him in a resounding way; she well outlined a reaction, but saw that everything was futile and useless! "Ahhh! You are ..., tearing me apart with pleasure!”, babbled Elf still writhing under the vigorous and rhythmic blows of Hakun. “Ahhh! I wish you wouldn’t stop, but you have to! I'm bordering on exhaustion! ", musiced Elf putting an end to the clash. Almost crawling on the cold ground Arwen withdrew from the enclosure carved on the rock, while the man of the north rejoiced once again to be victorious in the clash, facing the austere face of the sorceress whose enigmatic gaze contained an announcement that would put an end to the warrior's plight. “Well done, Hakun! You have transposed the penultimate challenge with praise! ..., now is the final hour ..., the one in which your future will be defined ..., you will face and me!”, Agatha uttered the final sentence while he was getting rid of his clothes, displaying his hallucinating beauty. Hakun thoroughly examined the sensual and generous forms of the sorceress, whose body resembled a debauched poetry demanding to be served by a tall male! With a snap of fingers the stone throne turned into a wide bed ready to serve as a stage for the clash that unfolded. “Remember: The witch does not prepare for the unexpected! Use the speed and surprise of the falcon!”, resumed the voice of the Magi within the mind of the warrior who smiled with irony knowing very well what should be done. Without allowing the first move to be of the sorceress, Hakun advanced on her, holding her by the arm with one hand while squeezing one of her breasts with force, bringing the swollen nipple up to her mouth, sucking it with enormous and unmeasured greed, causing a surprising impact on the female who saw herself dominated by the opponent. After satiating his hunger in Agatha's succulent breasts, the warrior threw her on the bed, causing her to lay on her face, showing off her firm, rolling buttocks and offered; Hakun did not waste any time putting himself on it by separating his buttocks until he left the water between them and also the small hole that was soon tasted by his sharp tongue. The sorceress well outlined some reaction, but was unable to break the manly yoke of the man of the north. Enjoying the taste and aroma of the sorceress Hakun's rego caused enormous frenzy in her partner who was still trying to cause a twist in the clash, but she was unable to do it; and when she least expected it, the warrior took a stand for a fearless ravishing attack; a chill swept through her skin the moment she felt the virile member writhing the rego addressing her target; and the moment the warrior struck the first blow against her seal, succeeding in breaking it bluntly, the sorceress was not able to contain a muffled scream mixed with pain, but also with pleasure! Hakun continued to bury his strong stick in the gluteal flesh of the sorceress who no longer resisted harassment, yielding to the lust that was imposed on his body and also on his soul. And intense blows followed in a growing burst that soon resulted in emphatic and euphoric enjoyments that dominated the sorceress holding her hostage from her opponent who did not cool down in her urge to provide an unforgettable pleasure in Agatha's body and mind, until finally the male saw himself defeated by the inevitable letting her joy flow flooding the entrails of the sorceress who still had a respite of energy to groan and delight with the hot wave that soaked her body. - I never imagined you, Hakun, the savage could win that fight! – commented the sorceress nestled in the arms of the man of the north whose gaze was of sweet conquest. - What now, Agatha? What prize, after all, do I deserve to be a winner? – questioned the warrior denouncing his curiosity. - You won your prize! – she answered with emphatic tone – Next to you we will conquer and subjugate all the kingdoms of the earth ... after all, next to a brave warrior there will be a cunning and shrewd sorceress!