Shrek

Two ogres, like the one that Nathan had killed before, towed before the man. They roared in anger and lumbered towards him. Nathan looked down at the broadsword in his hand. A solid weapon to be sure, and one that had already proved its worth, but not quite suited for taking on two of these beasts. Particularly when a lone ogre had proved a challenge.

So he turned and began to walk away, picking up a rock as he did so. Behind him, the ogres looked confused, as if unsure whether to follow or not. Nathan chucked the rock at them, watching as it bounced off one of the ogre's heads. With a roar, the ogre came barreling after him, its partner following suit.

They followed after Nathan, too stupid to notice where he was leading them. After a short chase, they were in position. Turning to face the ogres, Nathan met the enraged charge of the first one. His broadsword lashed out, biting into the thick sinewy leg of the ogre. It wasn't a killing blow, but it was enough to deprive the ogre of its balance just enough that it stumbled to the side. Too bad for the ogre there wasn't anything to the side, except a bottomless pit of water.

Nathan smiled as the ogre fell from the tree trunk, into the dark pool below. All according to plan. The second ogre paused, perhaps realizing the folly in its mindless pursuit. But it was too late. Nathan body slammed the ogre, shunting it sideways and off the tree trunk. It too fell into the inky black waters, joining its mate in death.

Whistling a jaunty tune, Nathan turned back towards the firekeepers' house. Hadn't that young maid said something about a reward for killing the beasts? There was no harm in checking at least.

Milibeth

"I'm back!" Nathan shoved open the door. The old firekeepers were there but Milibeth was nowhere to be found.

"By the creek," one of the old woman said.

Nathan nodded in thanks and made his way towards the front door. The old woman grabbed his arm. A bony finger placed in front of her lips. Her mouth a toothy grin. Nathan nodded his thanks and quietly exited the hut.

He found Milibeth crouched over the creek she was washing some clothes in the water. Her shoes and socks set off to the side. Once she was done with a given garment she placed it on the clothesline. Nathan was slightly confused as to why the old woman had told him to be quiet, but he remained hidden. He was rewarded when Milibeth glanced down at her own clothes and sniffed them. The maid frowned and without hesitation tugged her dress over her head. In nothing but her bloomers and undershirt she knelt and began the process of washing her dress.

As she knelt she leaned forward in such a way that allowed Nathan to clearly see down her thin shirt. Her breasts were sizable and Nathan could tell that they were clearly unhappy to be so contained. Milibeth noticed it too as she paused in her cleaning to pull off the thin garment.

Nathan thanked whatever god was out there for his fortune. Milibeth's naked breasts were presented perfectly to the man. She stretched out her back, her assets pushed outwards. Bare flesh topped with pale nipples greeted the man. Milibeth knelt down and went back to her task, this time with her breasts dangling from her chest. The soft flesh swayed tantalisingly.

Once she was done cleaning her dress and undershirt Milibeth walked over and placed them on the line as well. Nathan snuck around and placed himself between Milibeth and the clothes.

"Ahem!" Nathan coughed.

Milibeth shrieked and spun around her arms flying to hide her jiggling jugs. Her breathing calmed once she realised that it was Nathan.

"Oh, it's you. Do you need something? I'll be happy to help you back at the house," Milibeth said, blushing as she made sure that she was hiding her bust as best as she could.

"I killed the hippos. You said something about a reward?" Nathan asked.

"Ah! Yes a reward! I really would rather you went back to the house," Milibeth said. She had thought it just accident that Nathan had come across her in such a state, but she was realising that maybe he had been watching her for longer than she had thought.

"You can drop your hands. I've already seen everything," Nathan said, confirming Milibeth's embarrassed speculations.

Milibeth blushed. "Be that as it may! This is improper! Please leave!"

"Not until I get a reward."

"Oh fine! Here!" Milibeth huffed. Her arms swung to her sides and she allowed the man to see her bountiful breasts.

"I've already seen all that," Nathan said cheerfully.

"Then I have nothing for you."

"Not true." Nathan stared pointedly at her bloomers.

Milibeth shivered. She definitely hadn't been hoping for this. It wasn't like her books at all. Nothing that was happening resembled the books that she had stashed in her chest.

"Fine!" Milibeth tried to act as indignant as she could. Her hands drifted down to her bloomers. She paused and turned around. Her hands slid the garment down her legs. Even though she was quivering in excitement Milibeth was still embarrassed to moon Nathan. She wasn't sure if she could go all the way and show him everything. Whether she wanted to or not she wasn't that brave.

To her relief Nathan took the choice out of her hands. His arms wrapped around her. Milibeth moaned as he took her breasts in his warm hands. He was gentle with her and Milibeth could feel herself growing wetter. Her hands drifted to her womanhood. She had never been one to succumb to carnal pleasure, and she easily lost herself to her own ministrations. So lost was she that she didn't notice when Nathan slipped away, taking her clothes with him.

Once she finished and realised what she had done a thoroughly embarrassed maid was forced to streak back to the house. Once inside she realised that her clothes were gone, save for her bloomers. She was told that her clothes had been locked away and that she had no more need for them. With great embarrassment Milibeth continued to do her job bare breasted and with a permanent blush.

Author's Note

This has actually been done for a while. I got sidetracked, I'll aim for a chapter a week. (Though, if you're familiar with Morgan I should let you know I'm as flaky with my schedule. If you aren't familiar with him I have his profile in the "Favorite Authors" section. He does the same type of writing as me. Check him out.)