"A barbarian, and a princess? Are you daft my young shirtless friend?" The old crone asked, her eyebrows arched in curiosity. "It will never work."

Angmar the Barbarian had traveled far from his home in the steppes, seeking a princess whose father had promised her hand to the man that could free her and return her to their kingdom. A maiden wife and a crown as well? What self-respecting adventurer wouldn't accept such a quest? And so, Angmar stood before the Dread Castle, an impenetrable fortress made of pure obsidian.

The barbarian flexed his magnificent and tanned pecks, "You know a way in, yes? I was told, old crone knows way in Dread Castle." he wore only the simplest of fur loin cloths, and fine leather boots, those too were lined with fur. When you have the body of a deadly warrior, you showed it off. Plus, Angmar found armor cowardly. A true warrior did not get hit, he did the hitting. On his back was strapped an impressive two-handed sword, large enough to down a minotaur. "I will save princess. Make her mine."

"Alright, alright big boy, no need to get your leathers in a bunch. I'm just saying, princesses aren't all they're cracked up to be. Look, I like you. I've got a soft spot in my heart for big brutes like yourself, my ex-husband was a halforc you see." the old woman flittered her eyelashes at Angmar, placing a hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze. "So give me 20 gold and I'll tell you about the secret entrance into the castle. Hells, I'll even through in an anti-magic lasso I've had lying around. You adventurers are into that sort of thing right?"

With a determined roar the large sword finally bit through the hard wooden door sending splinters in all directions. Angmar the Barbarian pulled back his trusty Greatsword of Smiting and, with one last crash of rage, split the remnants of the door in two. Knowing time was of the essence, the burly man threw his shoulder into the wood and burst through into the final room of the tower. His long flowing locks of gold looked amazing in the tower's firelight.

"Princess! Princess Daphne, are you here? I've come to rescue you!" He called into the darkened chamber, his greatsword ready for another trap. But there was no falling boulder or risen skeletons to contend with this time. Only an otherworldly cackle that cut through the air...

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Hello, thanks for reading! This is a tongue-in-cheek fantasy roleplay where a Barbarian warrior more or less hate fucks the final boss of the dungeon. I wrote the scene picturing a sexy sorceress, but I'm open to whatever sort of boss bitch you'd want to play. As with all of my prompts, feel free to change anything you like to create your own character. Feel free to pick up with your evil monolog, or we can discuss characters before jumping straight in.