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Beowulf, a retainer of Hygelac and the hero of the Geats, went to the aid of Hrothgar and the Danes. He was excited to have a great fight with the so-called monster that had been marauding Hereot for years, and nothing roused him like the thrill of battle. He was a huge man, a descendant of warriors and son of Ecgtheow and therefore men looked up to him whenever they heard his adventures and feats.
The truth was that he didn’t slay monsters to benefit other people. He only did so to feed his ego and hear other strong men complimenting him and asking him for help. That was the true reason why he travelled to Hereot. He could even feel his cock half hard just imagining himself duelling with Grendel and risking his life to prove his strength to the rest of his kin.
Beowulf and his men arrived in the nearly abandoned mead hall and, after learning that the foe fought with no weapon, he decided to leave his iron breast mall and his sword, both incredible masterpieces crafted by the best smith in Geatland. Then he undressed until he was naked like the day he was born.
“In this battle, I either prove myself with a proud deed or I shall find my death in the mead hall”. he told his comrades while a few of them were eyeing lustfully his sculpted torso, strong arms, powerful legs and huge cock. He was getting hard just imagining his naked body covered by filth and blood. “I shall give this beast an equal fight”. The warrior would make sure to give his men a closer view of his body after the battle.
They all fell asleep in the mead hall, but a few of them remained half awake, waiting for the beast to appear. Then, out of the night, came the mighty beast, stealthy and swift. The creature entered the mead hall, desperate and craving human flesh, and attacked the first man he saw. He couldn’t even try to resist before he found himself in Grendel’s mouth. The bane of all mankind then proceeded to rip off his limbs and abandoned the limb-weared corpse.
One of Beowulf’s men tried to prevent the creature from committing another murder, drawing his sword and bravely attacking the foe. Beowulf finally woke up and locked eyes with Grendel.
“I’m talking to you, beast!” he yelled while carefully approaching the God-cursed brute. He was taller than two men combined and his arms were grotesquely strong. His body was naked and covered with dark hair like the beast he was. His manhood was enormous and it was semi-erected. Beowulf had never encountered anyone who had made him doubt his virility. He wanted to know what it was to be fornicated by such a specimen. “I want you to leave my men alone and fight me instead!”
The Cain’s kin pushed the warrior he had been fighting with and rapidly approached Beowulf. “Who are you?” growled the monster with the deepest voice our hero had ever heard. The beast grabbed him by the neck and bowed down to reach his eye level.
“I am a Geat, son of Ecgtheow, and I came here to tame the beast!” answered the warrior nonchalantly.
“Huh, and how do you plan on doing that,
human
?” Grendel mocked him while dropping the warrior to the floor.
At this point, Beowulf’s dick was painfully hard. He had always been the one submitting people to please him and do as he wanted. This time it was the opposite situation and yet he was as rousing as one could be. He would either ride the monster or die trying it. “Why don’t you take me instead?” asked the thane, trying to get up on his knees and reach Grendel’s cock with his hand.
The monster laughed and grabbed Beowulf’s chin with his enormous hand, forcing him to look up and make eye contact. The beast was covered in the blood of one of Beowulf’s kin, and he thought it was sick that its sight and smell so turned him on.
“I have encountered many different men during the twelve years I’ve been devouring men in this mead hall, but none of them wanted me to fuck him.” the monster was getting aroused and the thane felt it growing slowly under his hand.
“I will either stop you or die here,” said Beowulf while slowly jerking off Grendel’s huge dick. Grendel grabbed Beowulf’s head and thrust it into his wet throat. The thane’s kin had run away long ago, so thankfully there was no one there to see him on his knees sucking another man’s cock. He could barely put it in his mouth due to its size. Grendel’s cock was so huge that despite Beowulf having a deepthroat he couldn’t even swallow half its size. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like riding such manhood and feel it twisting his bowels.
“Why don’t you do both?” the monster grabbed him by the neck and introduced his tongue into Beowulf’s mouth, starting a passionate kiss in which they both fought for dominance. The warrior just knew that, if he survived this crazy encounter, his neck would have bruises for months.
The air in the mead hall smelled like blood, sweat and filth. Their body odours combined had such a naughty smell it was turning Beowulf crazy, forcing him into a frenzy of passion and pure lust. His balls hurt and his dick was twitching in need of attention. He put his hands in Grendel’s broad and hairy chest and pushed a little, trying to separate their lips.
“I want you to touch me”. He needed to get himself together. He was Beowulf, the great warrior of the Geats! He had the strength of thirty men in each hand! He couldn’t let himself be dominated so easily! He would even slay the God-cursed brute after being filled by his cock and then feast with his men and even fuck a few of them if he felt like doing it. Because he was the great hero that would put to an end the great horror that Grendel had been causing for years.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun before doing it.
“Huh, feeling confident, aren’t we?” laughed the beast, and then proceeded to caress his back with surprising tenderness. His hands were big and calloused and gave goosebumps to the warrior. “I will make you feel good, and then I’ll devour you. You will die with a smile on your pretty face, thane.”
“I have been described many ways, but no one has ever told me I was pretty”. Beowulf said. He had never felt as good as he was feeling at that moment and decided that, if the beast decided to kill him he would be completely okay with it as long as he kept touching him that way. He had the urge to scratch Grendel’s back and leave his mark there after he was gone. He wanted Grendel to remember him.
“That’s why I don’t like humans. I have presented many amazing sights, but none of them was better than you looking me dead in the eye with my cock between your lips.” the beast lowered one of his hands and began stroking Beowulf’s cock while the other held up his chin, forcing eye contact. “I cannot believe no one has told you before how beautiful you are” The monster lowered his head and started leaving bites on the thane’s neck and shoulders. “I think I’m going to kidnap you and make you mine instead of devouring you.” Grendel was showing a passionate self Beowulf could never imagine of a marauder that had been slaying mighty warriors like him for years. “I think we can have fun together for years.”
“You are going to make me blush like a maiden,” said the warrior between soft moans. Grendel definitely knew how to use his claws to please a man, and the thane wondered if he was accustomed to fucking warriors like him.
“I plan on making you come like a whore.” Grendel started jerking him off harder and faster, and Beowulf was weak on his knees. The beast was aware of it and was giving him a sly smile that showed his huge fangs. How could such a hideous monster turn him on like that?
Grendel grabbed him by the waist and turned his body so his back would touch his chest and slid his wide leg between Beowulf’s legs, spreading them and giving him support at the same time. His hand travelled downwards until it reached Beowulf’s ass cheeks, leaving traces of the touch of a ghost.
“Let me touch you here, I’ll make you feel good”. The beast whispered in his neck, his powerful voice was giving the thane goosebumps.
The man had never been touched there and was perfectly aware of the beast’s huge dimensions. He knew it would be painful and would tear his insides up, but he was a warrior whose name was feared. He could take it. Beowulf nodded quietly and the monster laughed at it.
Grendel held both his arms with his left hand and with the other made him lay on the floor with his face against the cold pavement and exposing his backside. Then the beast kneeled and bite his left cheek. Beowulf was trembling with excitement when the beast started licking.
Beowulf was mad at himself for having denied himself this experience for years. Being dominated by someone bigger and stronger, and feeling them touching him where he had never been touched before was a maddening experience. Of course, he had shared his bed with both men and women (sometimes at the same time), but he had always been the one in charge of the whole situation. This was the first time he only had to relax and let the beast please him. He would worry about the battle after that.
“Are you liking this?” asked the beast, still knelt between thane’s legs. He wanted to keep tasting him, but he wondered if he should keep teasing him or simply make him come. He wanted the thane to feel exhausted and content after making him climax again and again. He would make Beowulf crave his touch. After not hearing any answer, the monster pulled the warrior by the neck, bit his ear and said: “If you don’t answer I’ll think you’re not liking this and it’ll make me angry.” Then, the beast started jerking him off again. His thrusts were fast and hard, their rhythm making Beowulf turn crazy. “You don’t want to make me angry, don’t you?”
“I am liking it, please don’t be mad at me.” answered the thane between soft moans. He felt close to his climax and his body was trembling in advance.
“I want you to come for me, can you do it?” asked the monster with a surprisingly soft voice. Beowulf felt Grendel’s large cock fully hard in his back and the fact that he could provoke that in the beast made him feel aware of what he was doing at that very moment. He knew it was wrong to fuck the monster that had killed his friend in front of his very eyes, but at that moment it only made him more aroused. He felt a warm feeling in the bottom of his belly and felt his vision become blurry and the next thing he knew was that he had already come and his seed was all over his body, Grendel’s hand and the floor.
“Look at you, so beautiful, limb-weared between my arms.” said the beast with pride. “Look at the mighty warrior who now has become my little slut”.
Beowulf just smiled with contempt, knowing that this wasn't over. “Why don’t you take me now at this very moment, beast?”
Grendel just laughed and spit in his hand, mixing it with Beowulf’s cum. Then he proceeded to slowly introduce a single finger inside his anal cavity. The thane moaned, feeling something between pleasure and pain. His insides burnt around the beast’s huge fingers.
“You are so tight, I can’t wait to be inside you,” said the monster. Beowulf wanted to cry with every thrust of Grendel’s finger inside him, he already needed a second finger even if the pain turned him crazy.
“Me neither.” moaned the thane. He moved his hips, closing the space between him and Grendel’s knuckles. The beast stopped him and introduced a second finger inside him. Beowulf was living the best moment in his life and was fully aware that, in case of surviving, he would never enjoy sex as much as he was doing at the very moment. The thought of dying impaled in Grendel’s cock crossed his mind.
The monster was exigent, and his thrusts were deep and slow. He knew he was turning the thane crazy in desperate need of another finger. “Enjoying?” asked the monster casually, gazing in awe at Beowulf’s muscular back. It had numerous scars that proved how fierce the warrior was. And yet there he was, the mighty warrior was dying to feel his cock ripping his insides. “I want you to call me by my name, thane.”
“Another, please.” moaned the warrior, lifting his ass and asking to be filled. “Grendel”. His voice was deep and lustful. “Please, fill me up.”
The monster’s musky scent entered his nostrils, making him want him even more. He was aware of how humiliating the situation was and yet he was enjoying it very much.
Grendel did as he was asked and thrust the thane’s ass with three of his fingers, making him moan with pleasure. The beast’s large dick twitched with impatience, wanting to be introduced to the man and reorganise his bowels as he pleased. He would either claim him as his own or kill him. This situation was more thrilling than any battle they had encountered, and yet it was more dangerous. Beowulf’s submission could not fool the God-cursed brute, he was aware of his strength and knew that he could be killed at any moment.
“I want you inside of me, use your virility.” moaned the thane. His body was covered by sweat and his own seed. “Grendel, please!”
The beast augmented the speed of his thrusts and started separating his fingers, trying to dilate Beowulf’s cavity so their encounter would be less painful.
“What's the hurry, human? Do you want me to hurt you?” Asked the monster with a husky voice. “Answer and I’ll do as you please.”
“Hurt me, I can take it.” the thane’s dick was already dripping precum and was thrusting his back like an animal in its heat. “I am a warrior, the son of Ecgtheow, and I have been in numerous battles. I can tame yet another beast.”
“I’d love to see you try.” the beast fully introduced his cock into the warrior’s cavity and then smiled contently after hearing Beowulf’s moan of pain and pleasure. He was warm, wet and tight and Grendel swore he could die at that very moment and wouldn’t even mind. He wanted to claim Beowulf for himself and possess him until the thane couldn’t take it anymore.
Grendel stopped and removed his dick from the thane’s ass. Before he could even mutter a protest Beowulf had his face against the floor, with his lower back raised and fully exposed for the beast to enter again. The warrior spread his legs while Grendel grabbed both his arms with one of his enormous hands and gripped his waist with the other.
“This feels so good I might explode.” growled the monster before thrusting again. This new position gave them a different angle in which Beowulf felt something touching the sweetest spot imaginable. There was a strange feeling in his insides, a sweet and warm tangle in his lower belly that let him know he was close again to his climax.
“Stop!” yelled the warrior. Grendel immediately did as he was told and let go of the thane, wondering what was wrong when five seconds ago they were having the time of their lives.
“What happened, human?” asked the monster, but his question was not answered.
“I want you to lay on your back.” the warrior commanded while standing up. The beast was confused but did as he was told. Then the thane took a breath and sat on his cock, making the beast growl with a possessive feeling. He wanted to keep this human to entertain him, and he didn’t want him to be touched or even looked at by anyone else.
“I want you to feel good before I kill you.” laughed the warrior while impaling himself on Grendel’s cock. He was rubbing that sweet spot again, and he was trying to graze it even harder so he could already come again.
“I want you to be mine.” growled the God-cursed brute. He was close to his climax and his cock was deeply buried into Beowulf’s cavity. He wanted to spend the rest of his days like this, with their bantering/teasing and fucking so good it was mind-blowing.
“You don’t even know my name:” said the thane while jumping on Grendel’s cock. “Besides, I travelled to Hereot with the only purpose of killing you.”
“Then at least tell me your name.” their eyes met and the warrior decided to entertain his plead.
“My name is Beowulf.” answered the thane before leaning to kiss passionately kiss him. The monster sat and sank his claws in the man’s back while the warrior caressed his face, trying to remember the face of the monster he would lately slay.
They both climaxed at the same time and remained joined by Grendel’s cock, now softening inside the warrior, who was still giving soft kisses and tenderly caressing the beast’s face.
“I guess you did actually tame me, didn’t you?” laughed the beast, getting hard again inside Beowulf and feeling his warm and wet cavity. “Are you sure you don’t want to run away with me?”
“I cannot.” Beowulf wanted to leave everything behind and run away with the beast, but he was aware of the true nature of the beast and knew he had slain thousands of men. Grendel had to pay for his sins and Beowulf was the only one strong enough to punish him.
“Then I’ll allow you to kill me if that’s what you want.” said the beast, accepting his defeat.
Beowulf caressed his face again, grabbed his arm and tore it off. The thane swore to keep this arm for himself to remember the beast he allowed to fuck him and then was tamed by him. The descendant of Cain would be gone but not forgotten.
The pain Grendel was suffering was unimaginable, but he had already given his word to Beowulf to let himself be tamed and dominated. He knew he was going to die, so he kissed the human, pushed him away from him and ran away back into his cave.
He accepted his fate, knowing the only person who had been able to give him the utmost pleasure was also the one who took his life. Feeling proud of his little warrior, Grendel laid down, smiled slightly, whispered Beowulf’s name and died peacefully.