Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Zorlond
Title: Kron, Knight Errant
Part: Chapter 01
Summary: The Adventures of Kron, a powerful warrior in a universe of
technology and fantasy.
Keywords: MF, oral, piv, rough sex, Mdom, magic, penis size



   Chapter 1

   Reddish-brown desert, stretching from horizon to horizon.  Massive
columns of streaked rock tower over the land, the ground itself torn here
and there with shadow-deep chasms.  And everywhere, blazing, uncaring white
sun, the hot wind driving deceptively soft wisps of sand before it to
slowly scour the territory in an ever evolving landscape.  But there,
weaving it's way through dunes and cliff edges, a plume of kicked-up sand
etched a deliberate path.

   Closer in, one could see the source of the disturbance.  A vehicle, four
massive tires held some distance from the central body, bouncing with every
bump and rock in it's path.  The body itself was blocky, only somewhat
aerodynamic, heavy hunks of metal angled not for speed, but for protection.
A bank of darkened lights sat in a row along the top, just under a
hexagonal turret bearing twin multi-barreled cylinders.  The vehicle rocked
as it swerved hard to avoid a boulder in it's path, not slowing in the
slightest as it ripped across the desert, engine roaring with an edge of
desperation.

   Inside, a thick-fingered hand jabbed at a console thick with controls,
lights, and screens of text, while a soft mutter overlaid each press of
button or control, a soft prayer to the machine spirit, asking for it's aid
in contacting a distant mind.  The rite complete, that thick hand grabbed
up a hand mike and held it close to a square jaw.  "Ingvuss base,
enlighten! Ingvuss base, do thine ears perceive?"

   "This is Ingvuss base," came the static-filled reply.  "Declare
thyself."

   "Ingvuss base, we have reason to believe that a massive assault is
imminent!  Ready your warriors for battle!" Teeth ground as the mic was
dropped to grab the steering yoke in both hands, jerking hard.  The vehicle
rose on two wheels briefly as it screamed through a hard turn, narrowly
avoiding a sudden ravine.

   "Declare thyself," came the voice again, "Declare or depart this
frequency.  We have no time for the petty games of halfwits..."

   The hardened hand snatched at the fallen hand-mic and brought it back
up. "You do not perceive!  The Vastness!  The Vastness is coming!"

   "Kron," a new voice interrupted, high, soft, and thready, yet hard in
intensity.  A new hand, two-fingered and blue-green in color, set on the
far larger raised wrist.  A face turned away from the desert path ahead to
look into all-black eyes.  "It be here."

   As the words were spoken, the world outside dimmed.  The blasting sun
seemed to dwindle and fade, unchanged save for the reduced light.  Yellow
sky turned gray, a moment before turning black, the land changing to a
burnished silver in appearance, as if the whole world had suddenly entered
a deep twilight at mid-day.  Even so, scratchy fingers of dark seemed to
skitter and claw at every surface, as if the light itself was somehow
infected with a dark miasma.  Above, one could see stars, a bright
spattering of light all around.  Save for one patch of sky, which had
turned darker than the deepest of blacks, where nothing shone.  Tendrils of
the pitch black insinuated across the sky in all directions, snuffing out
the light of each tiny star as it passed.

   "Nine Empresses, help us..." The voice coming from the speaker, absent
of all it's former bureaucratic aggression, cracked at the desperate plea.

   Kron dropped the hand-mic again to grab the yoke, as a rumble began,
deep and bone-jarring, felt even through the vehicle's wheels.  The desert
around them seemed to become indistinct, lines fading as sand was jostled.
Kron yanked the wheel as a nearby stone pillar collapsed, giving way under
the strain of the moving earth.  Kron hit a control briefly, the bank of
lights across the roof blazing to life, trying to reveal the land before
them.  Yet the twilight seemed to fight the invading light, twisting and
fading it.  And then, they began to emerge.

   Bleached white, ground to tatters in places, limbs rose from the ground
to take hold and pull, heaving entire bodies up from the deep sands.  They
were once creatures, beasts, or men.  Clawed hands grasped futilely at the
running vehicle, most missing by a far margin, others being blasted away by
the sheer force of it's flight.  But that flight was not unhindered.  Kron
grunted as the vehicle slammed into a former beast-of-burden, sending it
flying overhead to take out one of the roof lights in passing, the impact
forcing a wild swerve that nearly impacted a cliff wall.  Kron barked over
his shoulder.  "Zarah!  Awaken the turret!  Liberate the path ahead!"

   "Goddit, boss!" came the response, as a small olive-green-skinned figure
climbed up into the hexagonal turret, quickly coming alive with motion and
fire.  Every heartbeat each chaingun sent hundreds of consecrated metal
slugs screaming through the air to ruthlessly strike their targets.  Bone
monsters began exploding into shrapnel as bullets tore through them,
accompanied with a tribal war-chant in a high and brightly gleeful voice.

   The path mostly clearing from the creatures still ripping themselves up
from the ground, Kron could spare a moment's attention to the small form in
the seat beside him.  "Nikti, we need safe journey to Ingvuss base!"

   "Bla'gten be seein' if dat be possible." Blackened eyes turned to stare
into elsewhere, words slipping through parted lips.  "Bright day on de high
road..." Without hesitation, the vehicle swerved to take the first turn
leading upwards, avoiding another rock collapse as yet another creature
ripped through the cliff wall.  Leaping into the air as it crested the
rise, the vehicle slammed down on top of several humanoid skeletons,
splashing bone shrapnel in all directions.  It drove on, the sands ahead
starting to roil and give rise to more of the undead.  The vehicle started
to turn wide of the area.  "Twin bruddahs protect..." Sand sprayed as the
vehicle swerved back hard, heading straight between two tall rock pillars
in the midst of the disturbance.  As bone-white limbs burst up through the
ground, they found themselves traveling through a thinner area of rising
skeletons, skulls crunching under the tires, filling the dust plume behind
them with bits of bone.

   The yoke fought against Kron's grip as another skeleton, a creature
almost as big as the vehicle, pulled itself free of a dune and rammed into
the side.  Steadying their flight, Kron continued to follow the cryptic
instructions given by his far-seeing passenger, and he called back over his
shoulder again.  "Target the larger abominations, Zarah!  The lesser fodder
means naught to us, but the larger beasts could overturn us!"

   "DakadakadakadakadakadakahaHahahaha!!" came the reply.  The war-chant
continued, but Kron could see that the fury of the chainguns was more
focused as he had directed.  A great lizard, standing on two legs and
towering over the vehicle, staggered back as it was met with a hail of
bullets, giving Kron the opportunity to drive straight into one of it's
ankles, shattering it instantly.  As their vehicle continued to tear across
the desert, the great lizard keeled over onto it's stump of a leg, landing
on more undead and crushing them instantly.

   "Kron..." Blue-green lips pulled back over gritted teeth, brow furrowed
and streaked with the effort to maintain the visions.  "Old bones awaken
ahead!  It be...  UGH!" Blackened eyes closed in a hard blink, and when
they opened again, the black had vanished to reveal yellow irises on white
eyes.  "Da vision be lost!  It scared Bla'gten too much ta see!"

   "I can perceive it myself already," Kron intoned.

   Ahead of them, a gash in the earth had just given birth to a massive
clawed limb, easily as big as their entire vehicle.  Unlike the skeletons
surrounding them, this limb had flesh attached.  Ragged, rotting, torn
flesh that flexed and pulled.  Rising up out of the ravine, drooping from
multiple disconnected muscles, a long and sinuous neck struggled to lift a
triangular head.  Dislocated jaw sagging, one eye orbit crushed to
uselessness, the stinking head turned to glare at the oncoming vehicle,
wings of tattered flaps rising overhead.  In one heartbeat, the rotten
dragon corpse, some monstrous evil long since vanquished, lurched it's head
forward and breathed, a blackened sickness that seemed to coil like fire
and flow like oil, coming straight at them...

   "Kron?  Kron!"

   Kron looked up.  "What?"

   "Are you going to help unload or not?"

   Kron chuckled under his breath as he pulled a lever on the console
before him, bringing the motorized cart to a full halt.  Standing up from
the control seat, he turned to speak to the woman who had just asked him
the question.  "Of course, Dani.  I just wanted you to ask." He smiled as
she casually punched him in the arm.  Kron pulled his work shirt up over
his head to toss onto the control seat, the rough fabric revealing a broad
chest and thick arms, all covered in muscles.  A consequence of the work,
as he took up a shovel and climbed into the back of the cart, shoveling raw
ore onto a spiraling screw.  The screw pushed the ore along and off the
side of the cart, into the intake hopper that lead to furnaces below.

   The cart sat on an elevated double-rail track above the furnaces, a
dozen squat machines clustered down both sides of the rails.  Down on the
floor, dozens more workers, some human, some dwarf, even the occasional
gnome, kept an eye on the intense plasma fires that kept the machines
running.  Between them, another pair of rail tracks supported a different
array of carts to take glowing flows of liquid metal away to cool into
10-ton bricks and stacked in the warehouses elsewhere.  Everywhere there
was the glow of the plasma forges fighting against cheap glowbulbs, and
both suffering under the smoky haze that the air sanctifiers never seemed
to clear.

   Dani, a rough brunette with muscled arms of her own, took up her own
shovel and began working from the other side of the screw.  Soon both were
sweating heavily, skin shimmering with the work.  Dani paused for a moment
to look over Kron, shirtless, rough pants tight across his heavy legs and
hard ass, up to the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders, each
well-defined from years of work in the mine.  A moment of looking, and then
she got herself back to work, shoveling ore over to the unloading screw.

   After a moment, she felt Kron's gaze on her own back.  Not as overtly
muscular as he was, but tough enough to thrive in the hard environment of
the mine.  She thought for a moment about turning around to show him her
best side, even though her work shirt was hardly flattering for her large
bosom, but decided against it.  And then he was back to work as well. 
Slowly, the cart's cargo was emptied as far as they could get, with just a
bit of powder in the corners.

   Kron set his shovel down in the corner, smiling at Dani as she briefly
lifted her shirt to rub sweat and grime from her face, briefly flashing her
hard abs and sturdy smallclothes at him as if not realizing it.  Turning
back to the control seat, he made a show of taking up his discarded work
shirt and giving himself a brief rub down to dislodge the sticky ore dust
clinging to his sweat before putting it back on, back partially turned to
Dani the whole time, knowing she was watching the whole thing.

   "Kron!" The call interrupted the display.  As he threw the shirt on
fully, he walked over to the edge of the cart to look down at the furnace
floor below the elevated cart tracks.  Down below, the grimy face of one of
the furnace workers called up to him.  "Foreman wants ta see ya!" Frowning,
Kron nodded to the worker before heading to the nearby ladder platform to
descend.

   "What is it?" Dani asked him as he walked past her.

   "Don't know," Kron told her.  As he took hold of the ladder, he added,
"Get Marcus to fill in until I get back." She nodded in reply, and Kron
slid down the ladder, landing heavily and heading off to the Foreman's
office.  As he walked, a few of the furnace workers looked up from their
work, their eyes drawn to his six and a half foot frame.  With shoulders a
good 30 inches across, heavily muscled, and a rugged face, he was long
since used to drawing stares and paid them no mind.  And then a Supervisor,
eyes hidden behind a heavy sheet of metal bolted to his skull, glowing
around the edges, yelled at them to resume their purification rites.  Just
another day in the mines.

   A minute later, Kron stood before the Foreman's desk, a heavy iron thing
set next to a console of many lights and switches, both with patches of
rust threatening to collapse under the towering stacks of paper piled on
them.  The paper seemed to threaten to topple at any time, and the jumbled
mess at their base spoke to many such events in the past.  On top of one
such stack, conveniently at eye height, was a small identity placard that
read 'T.  Coalchute - Foreman'.

   Behind the rusty desk and teetering papers sat the Foreman.  Small eyes
peered out of thick goggles set over a broad and bulbous nose, which seemed
to give birth to a riotous mustache of black hair, lips lost between
mustache and full beard.  Thick fingers of beefy hands clumsily gripped a
tiny stub of pencil as he scratched notes and figures on a bit of paper,
softly muttering to himself as he went along.

   Kron stood there, waiting, as the Foreman continued his work, staring
down at the bald dome that seemed to rise up out of a ring of ratty hair.
Kron was left waiting for some minutes, until the Foreman deigned to
pretend to just notice him.

   "Ah, Kron.  Good." The words were bitten off, as if trying to shave
precious syllables that didn't exist.  "Yer done.  Clock out."

   Kron frowned.  "Foreman?"

   Tiny eyes blown up to absurd size by the goggles peered up at him.  "Yer
done.  Fired.  Clock out 'n go away."

   "For what reason?" Kron glowered down at the Foreman, arm muscles
flexing as his hands closed to tight fists.

   The Foreman snorted, as if unimpressed with Kron's figure.  "For a
humie, ye sure are dense, ain't ya?" Setting down the pencil, he stabbed a
stubby finger at the console next to him.  A viewglass lit up and a
scratchy image formed in shades of gray.  "I scry'd this yesterday.  Next
time, ye might want'a glance about a'fore ye break th' rules on company
time."

   On the viewglass, an image of a room formed, banks of lockers down every
wall, battered, some hanging open from long-broken locks.  Short benches
sat bolted to the floor between lockers.  But the main focus was clearly on
the two humans in the center of the view.  It was Kron, standing there with
his pants around his ankles, arms holding up Dani, her legs partly around
him, pants dangling from one heavily booted foot, as Kron hammered his hips
into hers, against the lockers.  Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling
it down into her upraised shirt, bared breasts covering his face.  A
speaker hiding among the console tried to recreate the heavy moans of both,
echoing with each thrust, but only managed to mostly bury the sounds in
static.

   The scene continued to play out, Dani's voice rising noticeably as the
past entity of her continued to get fucked hard by the past entity of Kron.
The Foreman spoke again, "Fraternization on company time.  Yer done, Kron.
Clock out 'n go." He jabbed the console again just as Dani's voice began to
crescendo, instantly cutting off her screams of pleasure.

   Kron looked down at the Foreman.  He didn't point out that they'd both
already clocked out for the day at the time.  Or the fact that they'd put
in some overtime and had been in the lockers between shift changes.  Or the
fact that they had gone at it for almost an hour without anyone walking in
on them.  Or even the fact that the Foreman was firing half of the pair of
cart handlers that had held the company record for most ore hauled every
month for the past five years.  Instead, Kron simply thought about one
thing.  He was there, getting fired, and Dani wasn't.  There was really
only one reason that would happen.  "If you think she'd ever even think
about doing that with you, you're dead wrong, dwarf."

   "Hey!" Nose turning bright red with outrage, the Foreman hopped down
from his seat, boots clomping as the thick form waddled around the desk. 
His thick, grubby finger jabbed Kron in the waist.  "That ain't none yer
bizness!" Kron stood there, stoic, taking note that even for one of the
typically stocky race, the Foreman was rather short.  The dome of his bald
head barely crested Kron's belt.  Even though Dani was several inches
shorter than Kron, the Foreman would still need a stepladder to do anything
with her.  The diminutive dwarf shouted up from where he stood, globs of
spittle flying out of his mouth as he roared, "An' yer gonna take yer
bizness out of here!  YER FIRED!!"

   "What?!?" Dani exclaimed, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, in his
tiny closet of an apartment.  "That stupid little dorf!" Turning, she
quickly raised a foot and planted a heavy side-kick into the metalcrete
wall that echoed like a badly-tuned bell.

   Kron let the species slur go.  He just stood, staring out the tiny
window in the one outside wall of the small room.  If he ever felt like it,
he could easily touch the walls to either side at the same time.  It was
all one could afford on a single miner's salary, and the apartment complex
was honeycombed with hundreds more just like it.  "He's got a scry of us
from yesterday, Dani, from the locker room." Out the tiny window, he stared
out across a street busy with industrial traffic, horizon completely hidden
by more metalcrete forming the apartment complex on the far side, as well
as the ground and ceiling.  The street tunneled through the industrial
megalith, miles of mines, refineries, and factories congealed together with
the living spaces for the millions of workers that kept it running.  All
Kron could see was this one street among many worming their way through the
megalith.  And this window was a prized luxury among the mining workers.

   Dani snorted, setting her hands on her finely curved hips as she turned
back to him, breasts shaking from the movement.  "That?  We were
off-shift!"

   "I know," Kron told her, turning and stepping close to set a gentle hand
on her shoulder.  "But if we fight this accusation, all that will do is
bring it to the attention of the managers.  They'd insist on you being
fired as well."

   Dani looked into his eyes, the fury with in her subsiding slowly as the
sense penetrated.  "Nine Empresses piss on dwarves and their family-run
mines." She twisted out of his grasp and turned away, rubbing at her face
to try to clear her mind.  After a few moments, she asked over her
shoulder, "So, what are you going to do?"

   "Right now?" he asked, as he stepped up behind her.  "I've got a few
ideas." His burly arms wrapped around her, a hand brazenly grasping her
breast, the other sliding down her stomach and into her pants, two thick
fingers slipping immediately inside her.  She felt her body immediately
begin to respond to his touch, the smell of him that had been filling the
room seemingly redoubled and lighting up her senses.  She could feel his
maleness stiffening against her ass, and she bit her lip in anticipation of
what was about to come.

   It always seemed to be like this with Kron.  Dani turned her head and
her lips met his in a deep kiss, his tongue immediately probing deep within
her mouth, tangling with her own.  Her nipples were hardened nubs between
his tweaking fingers, her pussy starting to leak over his knuckle-deep
fingers.  And when he leaned down to push her to her knees with his body,
she easily let him, her will already turned to jelly.  Straightening back
up, he snagged her work shirt with one hand and pulled it up over her head.
Her smallclothes, just a simple wrap knotted across her breasts, came off
next, letting her large breasts fall free.

   Kron opened the front of his rough work pants one-handed, his cock,
already hard and extending upwards, fell out to point right at Dani's face.
She'd tried to measure it, once, only managing to figure out that it was
over fifteen inches long and bigger around than even Kron's big hand could
reach.  It was the scent of it that had kept her from getting an accurate
measurement.  And the musk of it hit her nose, intoxicating, her mouth
already opening wide and tongue lolling out as he grabbed a handful of her
hair and pulled her head onto him.  The cock head plowed past her teeth and
over her tongue, right into the back of her throat.  He pushed deeper,
angling her head back to get further in.  Her mouth, drooling all over his
cock, sucked loudly at the hard flesh, and all she wanted was for him to
fuck her face harder.

   He grunted as her nose touched his pubic hair, his heavy nuts against
her chin, slobber dripping all over them and down onto her breasts below.
He pulled back, then shoved back into her throat, in a well-practiced pace.
She looked up at him, big eyes locked with his own over his dick shoving in
and out of her mouth, as if pleading for more.  Kron smirked down at her,
shifted his one-handed grip on her hair, and sped up, pulling her head onto
his cock with greater force.  Soon enough, he felt that churning in his
nuts, of seed getting on the move.  At just the right moment, he set his
other hand on her head and held her steady at full depth, eyes firmly on
hers.

   His cock bulged in her mouth, she felt her jaw being pushed a bit wider
just before she felt the hot juice pouring down her throat.  The feel of
his spunk in her belly, his gaze commanding her to take it, and the
rhythmic throb of his member pushing outwards on her flesh combined and
served to set her off, as it frequently did.  Her pussy creamed, staining
her work pants, and she gave a gurgling moan that caused some of his semen
to flow up and into her mouth, squirting out past her soft lips to splatter
across her face.

   He held her there until his fleshy fire dwindled, and then pulled his
cock out of her throat, causing her lips to again squirt a mix of spunk and
drool, much of it raining down on her hanging tits.  As his cockhead passed
her lips again, she gasped for air, and he casually let go of her.  She
fell forward onto her hands, heaving fresh lungfuls of air in.  It only
took Kron a moment to get behind her in this position, yanking her work
pants down to her knees, revealing her bare ass to him.  She hadn't worn
smallclothes on her hips in over a year, he just kept tearing them apart to
get at her.  Without a word, Kron bent down over Dani and thrust his cock
into her pussy.

   He was still fully hard.  That was normal for him, Dani knew he'd need
at least three or four orgasms to be satisfied.  And as her pussy was
stretched wide around his cock, she was all too happy to let him keep right
on going.  As he slapped his hips into her ass, Dani squirted, splattering
his groin and the floor with her pleasure from his brutal fucking.  He kept
right on going, not slowing a bit as she came, the tiny apartment filling
with musk and squelches, along with their moans and grunts loud enough to
wake a dozen neighbors.

   Next morning, when she awoke on the tiny single bed, naked and feeling
the dried cum between her legs, she slowly rolled over to find Kron had
already awoke, and was standing at his window again, only wearing his
pants. His musculature nicely defined across his large form, Dani spent a
few moments eying it.  But her lustful gaze gave way.  The enjoyment of
last night's fucking had passed, and other thoughts weighed on her mind. 
Slipping from under the covers, not bothering to cover herself, Dani asked
him, "What are you going to do?"

   Kron sighed heavily, not looking at her.  "I'll have to go away.  The
mining company won't let me keep this place without a job there, and I'm
certain I won't be allowed to apply for a different position."

   Dani stepped up behind him, placing her body against his broad back,
cooled nipples poking at his skin as her arms slipped up to embrace his
chest.  "I could go with you..."

   "No," Kron's voice was heavy and absolute.  "I can't ask you to quit
your work.  And I can't ask you to join me where I'm going."

   "You wouldn't have to ask..." she started.

   Kron turned to her, twisting in her grasp to look right into her eyes.
"No, Dani.  You know my options are limited.  I'm going to join the Guard."

   Dani's breath caught in her throat, just staring into his level gaze for
a moment.  He was serious.  "Empress of Misfortune, are you mad, Kron?" She
took a step back to gesture with her arms.  "Try the factories, or the
refineries, Hades, maybe even another mining company!"

   Kron shook his head.  "You know how the dwarves are.  They cover their
own, no matter how boneheaded they are.  They own nearly the entire
industrial megalith.  The few companies that aren't under dwarf control
can't risk angering the dwarves.  The only job waiting for me outside the
megalith is with the Guard."

   Dani's brow furrowed, her lips curling back in anger.  "Kron, the System
Guard KILL THEIR OWN!" She let her words, shouted in his face, hang there
for a heavy moment before continuing.  "They are dishonorable bastards, the
lot of them!  Murderers and thugs, rapists and thieves, all of them ducking
the firing squad.  And sooner or later, killing each other to advance in
the ranks!  They're barely better than the greenskins they protect us
from!"

   "It's my only choice, short of living on the streets like a rat, digging
scraps out of the trash for my meals, begging for coin that no-one has to
spare.  Would you rather I do that?"

   Silence hung in the air for a long pause, as Dani considered his words.
"...  I could..." she tentatively began.

   "Support me?" Kron shook his head.  "No, you couldn't.  You know what
the company paychecks are like.  It's barely enough for one.  Two can't
live on it.  This is how it has to be."

   With no remaining argument, Dani sank down onto the bed again, eyes
downcast.  After a moment more, Kron leaned down to grab his work shirt
from the floor, putting it on.  Once fully clothed, he gently set his large
hand on the side of Dani's face, bringing her gaze back up to his.  Leaning
down, he kissed her one last time on the lips, slow and warm.  The kiss
broke, and he told her, "Take care of yourself."

   And then he walked out of the tiny apartment, never to return.





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