Strolling down the dirt road that I'd been traveling on for the last 3 hours, I grinned upon reading the flimsy wooden sign that read "Unkergotten" as I approached it. "Fortified" behind a crumbling, 4-foot stone wall that even a toddler could scale, was one of the many flyspeck villages that dot this province. Bypassing the unguarded front gate, I found myself surrounded by a series of small hovels that were either made of straw or stone as I ventured further into Unkergotten, where I cleared my throat in preparation to make a scene.
"Attention, peasants!!"I yelled at the top of my lungs from beneath the black hood of my dark leather outfit, raising my arms as I addressed the few, filthy townsfolk who were outside. "My name is Tiberius, and I'm the strongest rogue in these parts. I could have stealthily robbed you all of you blind, but instead, I come here offering you the chance to voluntarily present me with your most valuable items. If I don't feel like I've been given enough, then I'll ransack this town until I'm satisfied.
I made sure to flash my hidden dagger that I keep up the sleeve of my left arm to show the peasants that I meant business. Its name was "Snake", because I always have it ready to strike. While having the tendency to cause scenes like this doesn't make me the best rogue, I make up for it with my combat prowess, where most defenseless villages would rather appease me than to try and put up a fight.
To my shock, however, the townsfolk merely looked at me for a moment, before continuing on about their business. A vein in forehead twitching angrily as I couldn't stand not being taken seriously, I drew my dagger and began to point it at the people nearest to me.
"Does this place not speak the common tongue?" I demanded as I continued forward. "I'm serious. I'll start taking what I want if I don't get some compliance!"
"Does Zaraya already know about this clown?" a farmer asked as he watched me while leaning against his pitchfork.
"I saw a boy run to get her, so she should be here soon," an older woman replied as she continued beating a rug that was hanging up outside her hovel.
"Zaraya? As in, a woman?" I asked with a chuckle. "Who is she, your champion or something? That's adorable, but I'd rather not hurt your little 'Zaraya'".
"Huh? Who wants to hurt me now?"
Turning my head, I watched as a tall, blonde-haired woman marched down the dirt road towards me, her curvaceous body dressed in silver armor that led down to a short plated skirt that cut off just above her thighs, revealing her plump, pale, juicy legs.
"Well hello, gorgeous, and who might you be?" I asked confidently as I idly tossed my dagger into the air and caught it.
"Zaraya Canwell, Unkergotten's resident warrior!" the young woman replied as she proudly put her hands on her hips. "What business do you have here, my creepy friend?"
"Creepy?" I chuckled as I threw off my hood to reveal my short, dusty-black hair. "Whatever you say, lady. I'm a high level rogue from the capital, so a little bumpkin village like this is far beneath me. I figured that I'd at least give your fellow peasants a chance to voluntarily surrender their belongings to me before I pry them out by force."
"Ah, so you were going to rob these people?" Zaraya whistled as she leaned back while pursing her plump, pink lips. "Well, I guess we have to fight then, huh? Because I'm not about to let you do that."
Finding the situation more absurd by the moment, I forced a nervous laugh as I again sized up my would-be opponent. She was indeed taller than me, towering over most people at 6'2, but while she had a decent physique and pretty fair armor, I didn't see a single weapon on her.
"Alright, have it your way," I shrugged as I broadened my shoulder and flipped my dagger forward, intent on roughing the warrior up a little before she'd hopefully do the sensible thing and stand down.
"Hehehe, goody," Zaraya smirked as she trotted towards me, where she began to hop back and forth as if goading me into attacking.
At this point, I felt like my pride was on the line, so I promptly lunged forward, intending on slapping the curvaceous young woman right in the face with the broad end of my weapon. For someone of her size, however, she proved to be rather fast, and effortlessly danced out of the way of my blade.
Growling, I attempted a martial arts chop to hit a pressure point near the warrior's neck, but she too dodged this, and in one swift movement of her thick, muscular thighs, Zaraya delivered a sweeping kick to my ankles, the force of which lifted my feet off the ground and sent me falling on my ass.
"Why you little-" I muttered in embarrassment, before stopping as the odd amazon suddenly stood over my prone body. "W-what are you doing?!"
With her standing over my head, I was able to see directly beneath Zaraya's armored skirt, where I came face to face with a pair of pink panties that looked more like a thong being devoured between her plump, round buttcheeks. A part of me wished to lie there and ogle at her ass for a moment, but this was a wish that I would soon learn to regret as the warrior unexpectedly squatted onto my face.
"Mmmpphhh!!" I attempted to yell as my head was promptly buried beneath Zaraya's big butt, where my speech immediately became muffled as my mouth and nose were smothered into her asscrack.
Giggling above me, Zaraya simply rocked back and forth and teasingly wiggled her hips to ensure that my face was good and consumed between her bulbous booty cheeks. Putting a hand on each of the jigglying mounds, she dragged her heavy rear across my nose and mouth, where I was forced to take in a whiff of her pussy as well as her ass. It admittedly wasn't a bad smell, it was the robust odor of a working woman.
"What's wrong? You don't approve of my unique fighting style?" the warrior asked as she slammed her boot-clad feet down onto my wrists to prevent me from squirming. "This is how I defeat my enemies, male or female. You could say that I'm simply using my ASSets to my advantage."
I could do nothing but kick helplessly as my opponent's superior weight kept me pinned down, while I continued to struggle as my nose graced the deepest part of Zaraya's cavernous crack. Judging by the scent, I could tell that my flaring nostrils were right against her butthole, and it became obvious as to where my pursed lips were as I sensed something warm and moist pressing down upon them.
Catching brief upside down glimpses of the village between Zaraya's bounces before my face was again covered by her fat ass, I could see that a large crowd had formed to watch the "fight", furthering my humiliation.
"Alright, mister rogue, I want you to kiss my butt in front of all the people that you wanted to rob," the warrior teased as she spread her cheeks and lifted her booty off my face just enough for me to breathe, but close enough so that I could still bask in her womanly aroma. "So go on, give her a big old kiss. Right on the pucker too!"
"Go to hell!" I yelled defiantly, only for Zaraya to cram her rear back down on my face hard, smothering me firmly into the ground. With her full weight settling onto my face, I found myself suffocating in her plushy backside as when I tried to inhale, all that I got was my opponent's heavy ass flesh.
"Wanna try this again?" Zaraya cackled as she lifted her butt, where I gasped loudly as I sucked in mouthfuls of air, again forced to take in the curvaceous woman's scent as my nostrils flared against the inside of her crack. "Kiss!!"
Groaning, I swallowed my pride and pressed my lips into the large booty that was hovering above my face, planting a big kiss on the juicy expanse as I wanted to avoid suffocating again. My face red with embarrassment, I grunted as the heavy posterior again began to sit over my nose and mouth, where my pinned arms began to struggle as it got harder and harder to breathe.
"Kiss it more, come it mister big man," Zaraya mocked as she started to bounce in place, before grinding my nose along the inside of her crack. "Tell me again how you're some big strong rogue from the capital, and make sure you say it with me sitting on your mouth."
With that, the domineering woman pressed her pussy against my lips, where I could hear her let out the smallest of moans as she felt my hot breath against her sex. I'm not too ashamed to admit that I was growing the slightest bit aroused at this point, despite the utter humiliation, and I delivered my opponent the slowest, softest kiss against the moist panties that were bearing down on me, where I could feel her entire body shudder.
"Mmmm good boy," Zaraya cooed as she stood up. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson. Now scram, and don't come back!"
I greedily sucked in a gulp of air before hopping to my feet, where after wiping my flushed face, I again pointed my dagger forward to threaten the village. It was futile however, as the crowd of peasants simply laughed and chuckled at me, while my damn opponent shot me a sultry look.
"What's wrong, didn't I make myself clear?" Zaraya asked as she took a step forward. "Or do you wanna go round 2?"
"Screw this, poor peasants like you probably didn't have anything valuable anyway!" I sneered, before throwing my hood over my head and whisking myself away, darting over the village's shitty wall and scurrying out of sight.
I haven't returned since. Villains to Unkergotten, be warned: they have protection, and prepare for an interesting fight should you engage her.