Damsel in Distress Episode 3: The Courtship of King Rodan Part 1: The Legendary Barbarian Through vibrant green foliage you can see Mount Vulcan rise high before you. Your hands brush aside leafy vines as you step out onto a rocky precipice. Your assistant Gogo follows after. The majestic mountain is a fascinating sight to behold. Bulky gray rock gives shape to impressive crags with small valleys as the huge mountain ascends skyward. Mid-morning sunlight shines powerfully upon the island. The heat is energizing, empowering you and your companion as you trek up the mountainside. The broad, somewhat rectangular shaping of the rock has allowed for easy navigation. Trees and vegetation grow in patches where conditions are favorable, but most of Mount Vulcan is solid gray stone. You have climbed about a third of the way toward the massive peak. Mount Vulcan is in fact a volcano, with a large crater at the very top. Ages ago, geologic activity of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge formed the island from molten rock and created the huge mountain. Over the years, life flourished on the island, and eventually an ancient human culture came to dwell here. The descendants of that culture remain to this very day, in contact with the world but largely unaffected. The people live simply on their vibrant island, making excellent use of its bountiful resources. You and Gogo came here as part of a humanitarian mission for the Utopia Foundation. The native people, the Vulcans, had become stricken with illness, and lacked the ability to treat it effectively. Bringing medicine and an excellent medical team, you were able to cure them of their affliction. Thankfully they did not suffer a single casualty. Once the people were healthy again, you seized the opportunity to discover more about their culture and this exotic island. You spoke with many interesting people, consulted writings, and explored ancient ruins. Truly sparking your curiosity were the apprehensive beliefs about the mysterious mountain and the one who is said to live there. Most of the island's legends prominently feature one compelling figure: the mythical "barbarian king" of Mount Vulcan. He is King Rodan, a brave Herculean warrior possessing incredible strength and skill. Legend suggests he is immortal, or even a god. Tales of his exploits were passed down over generations. He is something of an ambivalent character—sometimes portrayed as a hero, and sometimes not. The native people both fear and praise him as they celebrate him in the their culture. There are various rituals to appease him and to ask for his favor. Someone on your team suggested Rodan may metaphorically represent the active volcano the islanders live beneath, and he has been conflated with fictional and non-fictional stories from the people's history. As you discovered more about him, however, it seemed there was more truth to the stories than that. There must have been some basis for the great barbarian king. Hungry to learn more, you set off for Mount Vulcan with Gogo in tow. The native people strongly cautioned you against venturing onto the mountain, citing both their superstitious beliefs and very real dangers such as the ferocious wildlife. The Vulcans rarely—if ever—trespass into the mythical king's land, honoring a centuries-old mandate It was not forbidden, however, and beyond their concern for your well-being they weren't opposed to it. You are confident in Gogo's ability to protect you from any dangers you may face. The lure of adventure and discovery is too great to ignore. Now you travel an old path up the bulky ridge, finding sets of stairs carved from the stone. Looking down here is dizzying. Further up the rock face is a wooded area, where the path takes you. A bird can be heard chirping up in the leaves as you enter the greenery. The path leads you through the trees and around a bend, and soon you hear the rushing of water. It grows louder as you emerge from the wood and find a large ravine. Far off to the left is a wide waterfall. It crashes down into the ravine where the river continues until reaching another fall. You view the beautiful surroundings and comment to Gogo. Then you spot the bridge crossing the chasm. It's very long and narrow, and made of rope and wood. Your heart pounds with both worry and excitement at the prospect of crossing the deep gorge on this old bridge. "I do not like this," Gogo says, standing beside you and looking down at the river far below. "Miss Damsel, I suggest that we turn back. Maybe there is another way." After weighing it in your mind, you decide you want to try the bridge. Gogo is not obligated to follow if she doesn't wish to. It seems sturdy enough to your eyes, as you inspect the wooden boards and rope handrails. "Then I will go first," Gogo says sternly. "You stay here until I say it's okay." You stand aside and watch Gogo as she cautiously steps onto the bridge. She moves slowly and determinedly, and the bridge bends ever so slightly as she crosses further into the middle. Gogo stops to inspect things, and finally waves for you to follow. "It's okay!" she calls. You feel relieved, and walk onto the bridge yourself. The first few steps are pulse-pounding as you feel the light wood replace solid rock underfoot, while the shaded chasm stretches far below. The rushing of the waterfall is ceaseless in the background, and you feel the cool, moist air on your skin. The bridge feels more wobbly than it appeared to be, and seems to stretch on much longer. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you walk quickly to catch up with Gogo. She continues at her slow, steady pace. The bridge bends under your weight as you cross over the middle. The bridge unexpectedly bounces underneath you as you take the next step, making you catch your foot and trip. You step hard as you try to regain balance, and the wooden boards break apart with a gut-wrenching crack. You drop, grasping around yourself for any hold. The world flies up until you grab the edge of the board in front of you and you're jerked as you catch yourself. The wood creaks with strain, and you quickly reach up for the rope with all your strength. The wood breaks just as your fingers wrap around the rope, and you're left swinging by one hand, holding on for dear life. You get a better grip with both hands and try to pull yourself back up. Gogo has heard you and hurries back to help. As you pull on the rope, you feel it loosening somehow, as if something is unraveling. You reach for the handrail and Gogo helps you back onto the bridge. "Miss Damsel—!" she says with worry and relief. The bridge is slowly and continuously lowering under your weight. You turn back to look at the rope. Parts of it are indeed stretching and pulling apart, threads snapping and unraveling. "Hurry!" Gogo says. She helps you to your feet and pushes you in front of her as you both rush across the bridge. You're careful to step lightly and cling to the handrail for support. You hear a crack behind you and swing around to see Gogo pull herself back from the empty space in front of her. She steps over the gap and urges you forward. The bridge sways and twists and it becomes necessary to move along the rope hand over hand, one of you on each side for some balance. As you near safety, the bridge finally falls underneath you. You cling to the rope, air blowing past you as the whole bridge swings down through the chasm. You hit against the rock wall with unexpected force. Your body vibrates painfully from the impact, the wind is knocked from you, and you lose your grip. You fall helplessly, the rush of air filling your ears. Gogo reaches to catch your hand. She holds you tightly as you're once again swung into the rock. Turned around, you see the other half of the bridge hanging against the opposite wall. The way back is lost. Below, falling wood and rope disappear from sight. You're twisted back to the broken bridge and get a good grip on the rope. Gogo helps you climb up closer to her. "Climb, Miss Damsel," she says urgently, with an encouraging tone. "We must hurry!" Focused by adrenaline and the instinct to survive, you make your way up the steep cliff using the remnants of the bridge. You are cautious to avoid weak areas. A board breaks in your hand, but you and Gogo are quick to react before you fall. Time seems to slow down as you climb the few meters to the top. A constant sense of peril looms heavily. Your lives rely on fraying circumstances. Finally, with a last powerful effort you reach safety and pull yourself up onto solid ground, then turn to help Gogo as she quickly follows. The two of you move away from the edge and hug each other with excited relief. Your nerves start to calm as you hold your friend, and you apologize for what happened. "I'm only thankful you're all right," she says, looking into your eyes. Quite shaken, you consider abandoning your journey. Going back the way you came, however, is no longer an option. Maybe you could find another way down, but you've already come this far. The legend of the barbarian still draws your passionate curiosity, and you convince Gogo to continue forward. Gogo solemnly looks at the wide ravine, and exhales with disappointment. "Let us keep moving then," she says. You follow the path through more sparse woodland. Becoming a bit steeper, the old trail leads you around the side of the mountain. Higher up the mountainside you can now see a large cavern entrance. There is no doubt it is the same cave the Vulcans had told you about, where King Rodan is said to live. Even after hours of hiking, your adventurous spirit feels renewed. Climbing one more rise you begin to approach the gaping maw of the cave. There are fissures that allow some sunlight to shine inside. Within is a remarkable sight. You can see the facade of an ancient castle built from the rock. Its strong walls rise to the cave's ceiling, as much of the structure is carved from the mountain itself. This feat of ancient architecture was clearly built to last. While crudely constructed in some areas and not having much in the way of artistry, it is still a wonder to behold. Moving further in, you see the huge cavern extends into darkness on either side. Shadow begins to surround you, but enough sunlight enters through the openings in the rock to light the way to the fortress. You can't take your eyes off the facade as more and more details come into view. This remnant of ancient history imposes a feeling of awe. It feels like you've been transported to the past, treading into the memories of long lost souls. Gogo suddenly moves close and puts her hand on your shoulder. You stop and turn to her, and she raises a finger over her plump lips to request quiet. Her serious expression is worrying. She looks off to the side, her eyes searching the darkness. In the absolute silence of the cave, you can hear a shuffling of movement. There's a powerful, breathy snort, like that of a large animal. Chills run down your spine and you try to make out its source. A big snout moves into the hazy light. You and Gogo stand frozen as a huge, brown bear lumbers into view from the darkness. The giant animal stalks right toward you, a predator moving in on its quarry. Gogo pulls you behind her and stands tall before the big, muscular creature. "Back away slowly," she tells you in a low voice. "Get to the fort." Fear grips you with severity and you must fight the urge to panic. The ancient fortress is closer now than the cave entrance, but still a good distance. If you tried to run, the bear would be upon you before you could reach it. You do as Gogo says and back away, watching the animal's moves. It woofs at Gogo and stops approaching, unsettled by her brave stance. Tense moments pass, and you realize Gogo isn't coming. Your bodyguard means to face the bear so you can get to safety. You can only do as she asks, fearing for her life but unable to help her. The animal bares its teeth and attacks. It swings its giant paw, but Gogo dodges with agility and strikes the bear's face while yelling ferociously. Your heart sinks. There seemed to be no hope in fighting the huge bear. It attacks again but she scrambles away and regains her fighting stance. They lock eyes. She tries not to show it, but you see the dread on her face. After another tense pause, Gogo yells again and hits the bear. It roars and swipes powerfully, and this time Gogo can't escape. It's strong arm knocks her away and she tumbles across the rocky floor. The bear snorts, and turns to you. You stop with alarm while the bear moves toward you. You glance at the castle and see it's still too far. The bear woofs as you take a step back. Its bulk towers in front of you. You raise your hands defensively and prepare for the attack. "Hyah!" a man's voice booms behind you. A huge male figure bursts from the shadows and moves between you and the bear. He spreads his gigantic, muscular arms out to shield you and yells at the animal in a foreign language. He's a very large man with an incredibly brawny physique and a wild appearance, wearing only a fur loincloth and boots. His massive thighs tense rigidly as he stands his ground. His powerful back muscles hang on his spine like huge, bulging sides of beef. The bear roars and stands up menacingly on its hind legs. The brave man sounds a roar of his own, and as the bear drops to attack him he dashes in and grasps the animal's paws. The two powerful beasts become locked in a contest of strength. The man's temerity and raw muscle are unbelievable. You stand gaping as the bear roars at him, and he laughs triumphantly in the animal's face, his huge biceps bulging with power. He twists to the side and pulls the huge bulk of the animal down to the ground. The bear is flipped and collapses with a powerful thud. It struggles to get its large weight back onto its feet. The man spreads his arms intimidatingly and yells at it again. The bear shrinks back nervously. "Hyah!" the man yells again, stepping toward the giant animal. The bear turns and lumbers off into the darkness. Gogo looks on with awe and disbelief as she comes back toward you. The three of you watch it go in a long silence, before the man finally turns to you and says something in his incognizable language. With a thumping heart and deep breaths of relief, you let your eyes drift over the hero's amazing, semi-nude body. He has a square-shaped head with a strong brow ridge, brown hair, and a rugged beard. His bulging muscles hang heavily on his giant frame. His body is very hairy, but far from unattractively so. His broad, furry, overweight pecs draw your eye. His tantalizing nipples have wide tips that are longer and fatter than most men's. The light catches his muscles pleasantly and emphasizes the ridges of his sexy, sculpted abs. His short loincloth dangles between immensely powerful legs. The rugged fur boots strapped to his swollen calves look like an ancient warrior's, together with the bracers over his wrists. Intimidated by his strong presence, you struggle with words to offer gratitude to him for saving you. "Who...are you?" Gogo asks him, cautiously approaching. "No one has dared come here for many, many years," he says. His powerful voice is rumbling and jovial. "You have entered the domain of King Rodan. What cause has brought you here?" Coming nearer, he studies you curiously before locking his gaze with yours. His towering form looms large in front of you, his muscular physique a tempting feast for the eyes. You stammer out an answer, explaining you wished to learn more about the barbarian king. "Ah! Then there is no plight for which you seek my aid? What bravery!—to have come without my word to permit you. I no longer keep company with men. My companions are the beasts of this mountain, who complain of me very little. You are dressed strangely—outsiders, I see. Have tales of my greatness brought you from distant lands?" He grins and puffs out his broad chest. You and Gogo look at each other. The Vulcans made no mention of this man, instead giving you the impression the mountain was deserted. The only person they believed to dwell here was just a myth. You introduce yourselves and again ask for his name. He looks at you quizzically. "Has Ursus scared the wits from you, Flower? You are in the presence of Rodan himself! Certainly I can be no other!" He laughs heartily and flexes one arm while raising the other straight, striking a mighty bodybuilder's pose. You watch him with admiration before exchanging another look with Gogo. Gogo shakes her head with obvious doubt. You question if he means he is the figure from the thousand-year-old legends. The man is again taken with a bout of laughter, dropping his pose and pressing a hand to the protruding shelf of his chest. "Ah! Of course you mortals find this hard to understand. My absence—this isolation that I craved—has long left the people below without the honor of my presence. Their children's children, and the strangers who have come since, know only my enduring memory. I am the one and only King Rodan—the brave, the mighty, the legendary warrior." Rodan smiles at you under his beard, looking you up and down again. In his otherwise pleasant visage lie the eyes of a predator, studying you with a fierce animality that both unnerves and excites you. "You interest me, Flower," he says in his rumbling voice. "Come! Enter my keep. I think I would enjoy the company of your like." He plods off toward the castle, gesturing for you and Gogo to follow. You start after him, but Gogo takes your arm to stop you. She waits for Rodan to move out of earshot, then whispers her worried thoughts to you. "I do not like this. He's dangerous, and must be mad. We should not go with him." It's disappointing to hear this from her. In spite of your own reservations, you can't resist the compulsion to go with him. It's quite impossible that this man is the actual King Rodan, yet he is fascinating in his own right. He did just rescue you from a giant bear, after all. You try to reassure Gogo, but the look she gives you shows she does not approve. "Come!" Rodan calls encouragingly, noticing your hesitation. "It's safer inside. Come have food, rest, and merriment!" You again tell Gogo it will be all right, and she reluctantly goes with you, wearing a very stony expression. You follow Rodan to the large, arched castle gate. The facade rises a dizzying height above you. The large portcullis is already raised up to allow entry. Passing through, you enter a great hall that's dimly illuminated by sconced torches. There are three levels, with shadowy passages in the stone walls. The scale of the architecture is impressive. Rodan grips a large lever off to the side of the archway and yanks it down. With a clanking of chains, the heavy portcullis drops down to secure the gate. "So!" Rodan says loudly, grinning at you and crossing the middle of the hall. He spreads his arms welcomingly, and glances about the room with prideful esteem. "What do you wish to know of King Rodan? Ask what you want!" He pauses briefly, but before you can put a question together he starts talking again. "I have lived here for hundreds of years. Long ago, my servants built this keep within the mountain to honor my glory. They were very clever for mortals! A fitting enough castle for their king. Of course, they needed my strength to help them with it. Ah! It was such a sad sight seeing them struggle with the heavy rocks." Rodan's muscular chest shakes powerfully with laughter. Gogo folds her arms and narrows her eyes. Clearly, she still wasn't buying it. "The palaces of my old kingdom were much grander, but I like this one. I never needed all those fluffy and delicate things. Ah, but the statues! Those were great! Many were made in my image. My people here have tried to make them, too." You recall seeing statues of Rodan in the village and in temple ruins. There was also plenty of other artwork. In your mind you try to compare their depictions with this man before you. Some of the art was crude and simplistic, but you do find similarities. Of course, that was no more proof than any of the things he was telling you. You ask Rodan about this "old kingdom" he mentioned, never hearing this aspect of his origin before. "That is where I lived before Mount Vulcan," he says, some of the jollity leaving his voice "There were men more like me. Other Gods. But they are gone now. The kingdom is lost forever. The statues are now rubble. I—Rodan the Brave, their mightiest warrior—have remained." "The mightiest warrior?" Gogo asks, with a subtly scornful attitude you hope Rodan doesn't detect. "Among all of the gods? That is quite a claim!" "Oh?" Rodan says, tensing his arm muscles at his sides and flexing his torso. "Not only a claim. They hailed me as such during those times. Bah! But what would you know? I am now the only god walking among you. Come! I will show you a warrior's skill!" His jovial demeanor returns, and he leads you through a wide passage ahead into another large chamber that stretches a great length. Support pillars line the sides of the long expanse. It's a little brighter in here, with more torches and large braziers. At the end of the hall you see a massive throne carved from stone sitting on a wide dais. Rodan approaches the throne before turning left and moving toward a rack of weapons. He grabs an enormous battleaxe and hoists its incredible weight in both hands, grinning widely as he turns back to you. "I was destined for greatness," he says, while inspecting the weapon in his hands. "Battle has always called to me. I have a warrior's spirit. The will to fight." Gogo moves in front of you protectively. You believe there's nothing to fear, however, as you listen and watch him handle the axe. He takes a fighting stance, striking a studly pose with the weapon. "I trained endlessly, with the best weaponmasters who ever lived. I walked the road of glory and earned my fame. I became the greatest champion of this earth. But the art of war is a never-ending exercise." Rodan swings the axe in front of him, cleaving empty space with a powerful whoosh of air. He spins the weapon in his hand with great skill and stomps his foot down. He moves from stance to stance with masterful form. His huge muscles bounce, bulge and flex appealingly with his movements. Firelight glimmers on his bare skin and colors him with warm tones. It's thrilling to watch the sexy muscle hunk show off his abilities. "There are no rivals amongst mortal men," he says, while concentrating on his form. "Still, there has been some glory to be found. I defended this island from armies of conquerors, hunted and slayed legendary beasts, and rescued villages from the volcano's fiery wrath." A wistful expression crosses his face and he straightens up again, lugging the big axe over his shoulder. He looks to you with his fierce eyes, very clearly attracted to the sight of you. His personality is one that's too bold to mask it. Your face warms from his attention. "There are many tales I could tell you, my beautiful Flower," he says. "Or maybe you'd like to see my strength for yourself! Come here. I'll show you I can lift you easily." You glance at Gogo, who shakes her head. "No, Miss Damsel," she says. Rodan raises his eyebrows playfully and extends his hand to you. He's quite handsome, in his own untamed way. The beard suits him, but you can see he must be good-looking underneath. His lips are emphasized due to the facial hair, and now they spread to show off his attractive grin. Your heart beats with excitement and you move to join him. Gogo sighs with some dismay. Rodan sets the axe against a pillar and welcomes you into his beefy arms. Your face grows warmer and you can't help but ogle his great body. Rodan slides his muscular forearm behind you and before you know it you're being lifted into the air. Rodan quickly adjusts you so you're sitting in his big hand. "Hah!" he laughs, while raising you up in the air with his mighty arm. His amazing strength makes you feel light as a feather in his hand. He lifts you effortlessly, as though you were a small ragdoll. You excitedly look about, legs dangling down and arms held in to keep yourself stable. Rodan poses there with you sitting up in his hand, and flexes his other arm to show off. Gogo is unamused. You share your amazement aloud. Witnessing him wrestle a giant bear to the ground is one thing, but actually feeling his strength is even more convincing. He may truly have the might of a god. Rodan lowers you and drops you into his huge, meaty arms. You laugh together flirtatiously. Your hand playfully touches his hairy chest as he holds you against his warm, bulky body. His gray eyes regard you with obvious desire. "I see you're impressed," he says. "A hundred men couldn't match my strength. I would show you! Ah, but the hour grows late, and I promised you rest. First, there is something here I think you might like." Rodan lets you down and motions for you and Gogo to follow. Back through the great hall there's a stairwell leading down. You glimpse other floors as you descend, noting that Rodan's keep is even larger than you imagined. Rodan explains that the clever architects installed aqueducts to carry water throughout the castle, as a primitive sort of plumbing system. They utilized the thermal activity of the volcano—an abundant source of heat and fire—to make water enjoyable for bathing, taking inspiration from the natural hot springs of the island. Rodan leads you to a grand bathing room with large pools carved from the rock. It calls to mind the bathhouses of ancient Rome. "I welcome you to enjoy one of the greatest comforts of my castle!" Rodan tells you and Gogo happily, while showing off the room. You and Gogo look about in wonder at the facilities. Just how old were these magnificent chambers? Your own stories of this place could be the envy of archaeologists around the world. Before you can make any comment, Rodan wanders off to a quarter-filled pool and tinkers with a large mechanism. Hot water begins to gush into the pool through a duct. You look at Gogo, who is carefully studying the room, ever the vigilant bodyguard. She notices your pleading gaze. "I still do not like this," she says. Her tone is warmer though, and she appears to be fighting a smile as she observes the bath. You goad her a bit, saying how nice a refreshing bath would be after such an arduous trek. Finally she relents. "I...find no real harm in it," she says with slow, hesitant words. "Very well. But be careful, Miss Damsel." Elated, you take Gogo's hand and approach the bath. You can feel the heat emanating into the air. The room grows steamier. The pool is very inviting, making your body ache to feel the water's warm caress. Rodan closes the duct, and invites you to test the water and enter as you like. You lower yourself at the pool's edge and dip your hand into the water. It's quite warm, and very clean. You eagerly grasp at your clothes and start to undress. Gogo slowly follows suit. When you're left with only your underwear, you both glance at Rodan and then each other. Rodan is distracted with the mechanism, checking over something. You both quickly remove your underwear and set it aside before slipping into the bath. Your nude body is submerged in the refreshing water. It's exhilarating to the senses. Your hands rub your body and ease away the tension. You look at Gogo and see a happy smile creep over her face. You close your eyes and enjoy the nice feelings. There's a big splash that disturbs the water, and you open your eyes again to see Rodan has removed his scant clothing and dropped himself into the bath as well. One might think he would allow two strange women some privacy, but he seems to be quite the unabashed sort. Gogo looks displeased but not uncomfortable. He wades closer to the two of you. "Enjoyable, yes?" he says with an earnest grin. "Hot baths feel great on tired muscles. Good after strong exercise." Rodan rubs his thick, hairy pec with his hand and drips water over his sculpted belly. He sighs loudly and washes himself in the water. It's hard to take your eyes off his wet, sheeny muscles. His damp body hair mats down over the bulging shapes. Your heart throbs anxiously. "This mountain rarely tests one such as me," he says, "but is still good for exercise and training. I have confronted Ursus the Bear before. It's good that I crossed your path when I did. It can be dangerous for your like. Many giant beasts dwell on Vulcan. I test myself against them, and vanquish those that do not submit. Ursus now respects my strength." Rodan flexes his muscles in the bath to show off. He raises both arms to hit a double bicep pose. His arm muscles swell massively, and he admires his own physique. He flexes his torso, and bounces his pecs while rubbing his broad chest. Then he looks at you with fiery eyes and grins. "So, how have you and your friend come here, my Flower?" he asks in a softer tone, moving closer. "From where do you hail? I wish to know more of you." You explain to Rodan that the islanders contacted the mainland requesting aid and medicine. Apparently he was oblivious to the people's strife, and he listens intently as you tell him more about your mission and yourself. He looks very impressed with you as you talk. You both flirt and grow more intimate, enjoying each other's presence. You reveal what happened to you on the bridge, and while you tell the story his eyes soften at you and he puts his arm around you reassuringly. "You endured much to come here," he says with esteem. "My decree long ago was to be left alone. But I welcome you now, Flower. The bridges and roads are old and ruined, but you braved them to find me. That is worth my attention." King Rodan puts his big hand on your waist and moves you closer. His lips descend onto yours in a steady kiss. Your insides flutter with excitement, and his beard tickles your skin. Feeling you kiss him back encourages Rodan to take more from you. Your fingers trail down his bulging arm muscles, and his hands caress you in turn. "Do you like this, my beauty?" he asks in a rumble, his hot breath on your cheek. "Will you take me? It would very much please me." You respond coyly, and turn to Gogo. She wears an expression of droll contempt while watching you settle in the hunk's beefy arms. Excited by Rodan's affections, you ask Gogo to allow you some privacy with him. She can continue to enjoy the delightful bath while you and Rodan go elsewhere. Rodan grins happily in agreement, his hungry eyes adoring you. "Very well," Gogo says under her breath. She smiles with amusement, closes her eyes, and makes herself more comfortable in the bath. You snuggle blissfully in Rodan's arms for a moment before moving away to exit the pool. You gently continue to hold hands, both of you reluctant to move apart. You gracefully leave the bath, moving enticingly as your nude form rises above him. His mouth slowly falls open with lustful admiration. Rodan quickly follows suit, powerfully pulling himself out of the water and quickly standing tall. Water trickles from his muscular body, streaming down his broad chest, sculpted belly, and massive legs. Your eyes cannot resist the lure of his exposed manhood, and you indulge yourself just as the brazen Rodan does with you. Your breath halts in your chest as you behold his incredible endowment. Rodan is hung like a studhorse, with impressive length and immensely fat girth. His organ continues to swell at the sight of you, already having grown quite chubby beneath the water. It dangles and sways over his remarkably large stones as he confidently moves toward you. His sexy, self-assured presence is so overwhelming you feel a perplexing urge to cower. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," he rumbles alluringly before kissing you. "Even among gods and goddesses there is no equal." Rodan steps away to retrieve some cloth to dry with. He playfully wraps one over your shoulders while grinning his handsome grin. You watch each other dry off, teasing one another by making it a provocative spectacle. Rodan moves close, towering over you, and eventually he drops the cloth to take you back in his arms. You kiss softly before he lifts you up and carries you into the stairwell. Your attraction to this strange man blooms continuously, without end. Your thoughts are only turned to making love to him. It's an overpowering desire, almost mysteriously so. Deep down, it feels as though you have somehow lost control. You're caught in a strong current, and have given yourself to it freely. You can only be grateful for such a feeling, so why question it? You enjoy being held in your hero's strong arms while he ascends higher and higher. It's a long prelude for the intimacy to come. You confide how you feel, and his face reddens with excitement. Finally he enters a hall and carries you into a cozy private chamber. A brazier of hot coals warms the large space, which seems to contain the barbarian's more personal effects. Rodan lays you down onto a soft bed of furs, his desirous expression visible and seductive in the flickering torchlight. His gigantic erection is rock-hard below his waist, and bounces erotically as he lowers himself down beside you. He's quick to take you back into his warm, hairy embrace once again. Your nude bodies intimately entwine; his hot, bulky flesh and thick cock press close against you. The barbarian king's kiss is furious and starved with need. It's taxing on your ability to breathe. He eventually releases your lips and nuzzles into your neck, while hugging you close against him. Catching your breath and thoroughly enjoying his embrace, you rub Rodan's broad, massive trapezius muscles. He takes a lengthy sniff of air. "Your scent," he says, "it is nice. Sweet. Every part of you is pleasing. How can one like you have come to me?" Rodan lifts himself over you and paws at your body, making you squirm under his touch. He fondles your sensitive breasts, making your nipples harden with stimulation. Soon he slides his hand down over your belly, enjoying your warmth under his dragging palm. In turn, your hands explore his thick, powerful muscles. An exhale of pleasure escapes you as his giant paw cups your throbbing, wet pussy. You stiffen and shudder beneath him as he rubs your most intimate part. Your palm slides over the massive, hairy slab of his pec. His fat, extended nipple is hot and begging to be suckled. You coo enticingly and fondle his sensitive tip, causing Rodan to grunt and stiffen. A ripple courses through him, tightening and relaxing his muscles in front of you. Brimming with eagerness, Rodan accelerates his massage and overwhelms your throbbing pussy. You gasp and cling to the hunk of a man, overcome as his big fingers mercilessly rub your clit. "Open for me, Flower," he says, his fiery gaze searching your eyes. "Will you take me?" Your hand clumsily reaches to hold his face as your womanhood pulses with elation. Your thumb brushes over his lips, and Rodan sucks it into his hot mouth. His thick fingers wriggle inside you, making you sensually tip your pelvis to urge them deeper. Eventually unable to restrain himself further, Rodan releases your pussy and reaches for his gigantic erection. His cock is truly massive—maybe the second largest you've encountered. Rodan groans erotically as he grips his bloated shaft. A thick vein bulges along the side under his hand. He slowly pulls, and tight foreskin quickly slips back over the hugely swollen knob, which is smooth with a less defined helmet shape. You spread yourself welcomingly underneath him. Rodan shifts his weight to mount you. "I'm very big, yes?" he says, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He urges you not to worry, as he knows to be gentle with his great size. With a slow thrust of his hips, Rodan's manhood nudges into your slippery, swollen labia. He feels absolutely huge. Rodan grunts with pleasure as he continues to press. Your breath is caught up in a brief, spasmic sigh as his enormous pillar of flesh slides inside you. The membranes of your tight sheath envelop his hard cock and desperately push back against it. His amazing, huge muscles flex and bulge as he endures your resistance and squeezes in deeper. With a deep, guttural groan, Rodan plunges into you again after a brief retreat. It takes time for your tight pussy to better accommodate his size. The barbarian slowly stuffs himself until you finally start to relax to him. He initiates a pace of intercourse, rocking you under him on the soft furs. His predatorial eyes lock with yours while he fucks you. Earnest satisfaction is clear on his face, like a man who's just conquered a great victory. His hard, massive, veiny cock feels amazing. You stimulate your clit while his dick massages inside. Drunk with sexual ecstasy, you enter into a sort of tunnel vision. You're extremely focused on your big, bearded lover as you let him have his way with you. Sex with Rodan is energetic, verging on rough. He varies between pushing himself up on his strong arms for long, deep strokes, and lowering himself to feel your body against his while he humps with shorter motions. You can't get enough of his hot, hairy body and extremely virile aura. Your desires are at once fulfilled and yet never quite satiated. After some time, Rodan tugs his monster cock from your tight sheath. A loud groan escapes his throat as your pussy lips suck over his fat, sensitive glans. He sits back, breathing heavily and watching you lie there in blissful repose. You recover from his overwhelming sex, your body alight with wonderful sensations. He sits before you, a mass of sexy, heroic muscles with his giant cock throbbing and stretching skyward. His huge balls hang down between his powerful thighs, against the soft fur. His big, fat pecs expand to enormous size with his deep breaths. You move to hold him in your arms and have more fun with him. He chuckles happily as you kiss him and feel his powerful physique. His fuzzy hair excites your flesh as you rub against him. You squeeze his fat pecs, then lower yourself to kiss his furry chest. Your tongue licks over the fat tip of his extended nipple. Your mouth slowly caresses his sensitive tip as you take it inside. Rodan growls erotically and feels you in his big hands. His sensuous nipples were made to be suckled. You fulfill this need. Rodan fondles you and advances for more lovemaking, but you coyly move away from him. Grinning excitedly, Rodan pursues. Your nude bodies struggle playfully, until you're turned around on your stomach and securely in his clutches. Rodan's massive dick slides between your butt cheeks. You happily open yourself for him, and again feel his hard hammer nudge inside you. Rodan hugs you in his arms to squeeze your breasts while he lovingly thrusts from behind. This stimulating, animalistic sex continues until Rodan roars with passion and moves you onto your back again. He fucks you vigorously, muttering words in his language and watching you writhe under him. Finally he unleashes a powerful orgasm, bellowing loudly and clenching his giant muscles as his cock pumps you full of his hot cum. His huge body shudders with the intensity of his climax, his enormous dick throbbing endlessly against your tight walls. As it passes, he looks down at you with those fierce eyes, mouth agape in amazed relief. His big chest swells with heavy breaths. "Oh, my flower," he says, caressing your face. "My beautiful flower. I feel...overjoyed. Let me love you more!" Amused by his exuberance, you grant your consent. He grins widely, and you smile back at him while stroking his beard and enjoying his embrace. As impossible as it seems, you somehow know in your heart this is the true King Rodan, the barbarian of legend. Perhaps as you lie together he can offer more to convince you. For now, you know at least one thing for certain: the journey was definitely worth it!