The Lay of Dörthe Bärentöter

Long had thund'rous roars drowned sounds of nighttime,
Warriors strong and fiercely noble fought, fell,
Felled by this maraudng beast of dark rime.

Fangs black dripping blood of any who rebel,
Tall and white against the night beast unrivaled,
Mighty shoulders, heaving flanks, eyes of sable.

Thrusting through the piled snow hate is kindled,
Smashing through the barricade stalking children,
Tearing father mother cries hope dwindled.

Pleading for a man to stop this great villain,
Calling, unheard unheeded no man would come,
Yet there was one unwilling to bow, no man,
Unafraid stood Dörthe.

Hefting long spear, from fallen husband succumb,
Before vile beasts frenzied assault; eyes blazing,
Blue eyes locked sable depths, fear overcome.

Leaping forward, thundering it came roaring,
Braced stood she, unmoved, spear straight and strong,
Hopeless alone, heartbroken, so not fearing.

Spear held, tore as terrible beast ran headlong,
Blood spilt pouring splashed across the white snow,
Keening split the rainswept night righting a wrong.

Falling back the beast cowered froze in tableau,
Icy breathing defiled the night, fear lit,
Monstrous black eyes, regarding beast of shadow,
Unafraid stood Dörthe.

Forward stepped she, graceful, scored a hit,
The beast howled, lashed out, raking claw,
Her flesh did tear, red mist flew, took away wit.

Frenzied thrust she, penetrate, maim it, no more,
Would this foul beast desecrate home or her kin,
Again, again, struck making beast blood to pour.

Wounded, gasping, violated, swore she to win,
To end fear and scourge of her village, her friends,
Panic stricken, floundering, the beast came on.

Meeting the charge, thrust for swipe, she fights and sends,
Harsh blows raining down, unheeding her own deep wounds,
Long spear stuck deep, watching as beasts vile life ends,
Unafraid stood Dörthe.

Bärentöter Rewarded

Blowing drifts of flurrying snow impugned
Senses made day seemingly dark night, shouts sound,
Carriage stops dead, passengers tremble, doomed.

Crashing screaming, sounds near the carriage, the ground
Shakes something lands, now there is at the door,
Scratching, op'ning, there stands a woman unbound.

Smiling says she, 'expecting someone other?'
Blonde hair cut short, held in hand, long spear shining,
Near her bandits scattered all over the floor

Before varied passengers, girl beguiling,
Lord in his bright finery, young maid, scared,
Tall and strong, clothes stained by blood defiling,
Unashamed stood Dörthe

Rose she, that maid, smiled bright, face unmarred,
'Thank you, lady, we owe you our very lives',
'Nonsense, some thugs need to be smartly pared.'

Next spoke sultry lady with eyes like stell knives,
'Well now, aren't you impressive, you wish reward?'
'Somewhat, from your good Lord here, hope he survives.'

Rising, shaking to his feet that Lord, coward,
'Please now, lady, whimpers he, twitching, spare me.'
'Foolish, foolish, little boy, you'll be lowered.'

Taking hold his flapping cloak tossed him see,
Right there in the flurrying snow she rent his,
Clothes and tore them, set his manhood tumbling free.
Unashamed stood Dörthe

Knelt she, then bent, hand to stroke lips that did kiss
Touched, stroked, uplifting pleasure in peaks,
Hardened that lord, beneath her skillful hard tricks.

Grinned, getting finally reward she seeks,
Lowers herself on newly stiffened cock, sighs,
Slaps his soft face, reddening tender lord's cheeks.

Pressed hard down in the snow begs he, and cries,
Rode she, fast and hard as she started to flood,
Pounding, slapping, she used him with her thighs.

'Fuck yes, harder, feels very, ahh fuck, so good'
Cried, screamed, pulsed he, and they both came,
At last, in cum covered, splattered with blood,
Unashamed stood Dörthe