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Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 02

By: grey42



Note: All characters portrayed are over the age of 18. In fact Austos is 20, Betha is the same age and Marenda stopped counting a fair while back.





"Let me go." demanded Austos, straining against his bonds.

Marenda twirled a blonde lock lazily, "And why would I want to do that, sweetie?"

"You have taken what you wanted. There's no reason to keep me here any longer." He was naked apart from the apparatus strapped to his crotch and extremely aware of the fact.

The witch lightly scratched at his sparse blonde chest hair seductively, "But what if I want more?"

Doing his best to ignore her soft caress he recited a silent prayer in his mind to absolve himself of the lie he spoke thus, "Then I shan't resist, my Lady. Do as you will, but promise me you will release me to go as I please when you are through."

"Oh, dear, I want to believe you..." she traced one of his nipples. 

Austos shuddered, "You can! You have my word as a Paladin of the Holy Edict."

"You wouldn't hurt me?" Marenda pressed herself against his chest and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"On my honor, I would never harm a woman."

"Oh, so noble. My White Knight." Marenda shifted upwards making sure to grind as much of her body as possible against his, in order to place a soft kiss on his lips. 

Austos forced himself not to recoil, which was much easier to do than it should have been and when she lingered he closed his eyes his own lips parting slightly. When her tongue slipped wetly into his mouth he snapped his head back, his breath coming stutteringly. 

Marenda smiled, "See, I'm not so horrible once you get to know me."

Austos smiled back weakly, "No, my lady."

"Well since you seem to have discovered the spirit of co-operation, I don't see why we shouldn't give you a little freedom at least, keep the circulation going. You might be my prisoner, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to be comfortable." She reached for his leather ankle cuffs and unstrapped them, then tarried to massage the strained flesh, "You're happy to provide the necessary fluids for my philanthropic experiment?"

"I suppose I don't have much choice." Austos half shrugged in his still tight upper body restraints.

Marenda's eyes twinkled up at him, "That's the spirit! Just let it happen and I promise you'll enjoy it."

"Yes, my lady." Austos was not convinced that he was convincing, however she seemed happy as she undid his wrists and neck humming a light tune he did not recognize. "Would it be possible to retrieve my clothing?"

"Oh darling, you needn't worry about that. They'd just get in the way anyway and besides, I like you like this," her eyes ran up and down his young, toned body, "Quite exquisite."

Unable to think of a response, he instead laughed politely. 

After finishing with the ties that bound him and rubbing the blood back into his hands, Marenda hopped down, "That's better. Now best get some food in you, I imagine it's going to be a long night." 

Putting her hands on her hips and making a show of it, her eyes wandered the room in search of sustenance for her captive.

Free of his bonds and with the witch's back to him, Austos took his moment and leapt at her. Austos had always been stronger and faster than his comrades, a fact he tried to hide by tempering himself and holding back when he could have excelled. With no teachers or novices around to observe, he was free to let loose and Marenda did not stand a chance. His arm wrapped round her throat and with a wrench of his shoulder, her spine was snapped and crushed. The witch fell lifeless to the floor. 

Time seemed to waver uncertainly as Austos looked down at the fruits of his struggle, he had never killed a woman before, he had never murdered before. Was this murder though? What were the rules for fighting your captor? He could not remember, not with a woman dead at his feet.

Then the orc mercenary entered the room and the rules became clear again; kill the enemy. Austos ripped off the glass tube attached to his penis, snapping the straps that harnessed it on his hips.

"What have you done?" the orc asked almost rhetorically. 

Austos moved fast, smashing the tube against the edge of the nearby table covered in apparatus he did not recognize. He lunged at Ghoen with a one handed over head strike. The orc blocked powerfully causing shock waves to run up his forearm and the glass blade to shatter in his grip; it cut his hand.

The strike with the weapon was a feint, however and Austos followed up with a fist below her ribs. Orcs were tough and this one was no exception and the blow which would have doubled most humans over merely staggered her. It was enough for the Paladin; he scraped his bloody palm, shards and all across her face and repeated his gut punch. 

The orc took a choking breath and flailed her arms ineffectually trying to attack or merely find something to hold her up. Austos grabbed a wrist, twisted her around and shoved the orc away. She crashed heavily into a table, collapsed onto the floor bringing most of the table's content down with her and went fetal. 

Austos took a step towards Ghoen to finish her off, but his revulsion at the damage he had caused brought him short. Instead he turned and went for the exit, snatching a large cloth and tying it firmly around his waist as he went.

Noticing the blood on his makeshift loincloth he checked his wounded hand and immediately regretted it. Another wave of nausea hit him, this time shock based; slivers of glass stuck out from his wounds and blood coated him down to his elbow. Still he pushed on and staggered through the doorway. 

"You make me a saaaaaad Panda," said a large black and white bear before it slapped Austos so hard he lost consciousness.

****

Austos awoke with a start, immediately trying to roll back and away in order to gain distance from his attacker. Instead, he found himself struggling ineffectually, strapped down tightly on a bed.

"He's awake," Ghoen said lazily, reclining on a chair in a corner.

Marenda popped into view excitedly, "So he is! How are you feeling my strapping firecracker?"

Austos closed his eyes and sighed.

"Well," Marenda continued happily, "seeing as you aren't asking the obvious questions. No, that wasn't real. Yes, we're both fine, thank you for asking. And yes, considering your behavior, we won't be releasing you anytime soon."

"Why are you doing this?" he asked sullenly. 

"Because I need you."

"Uh... What?"

"For your penis. Specifically for your semen of course."

"Of course," repeated Ghoen rolling her black eyes. 

"You know for a water elemental you do like your humor dry," Marenda matched the mercenary's deadpan referring to the orcs' origin as avatars of the planet's water deity.

Despite what the witch had already done to him, Austos still blushed, "My, uh...uh."

Marenda leapt like an overstimulated kitten at him. She slowly traced her claws down his chest then abdomen, "Your. Sticky. Salty. Spunk." She finished by cupping his balls, "I want it."

Austos gulped and his cock twitched threatening a terrifying arousal. 

The blonde nipped playfully at his nose, then span around and walked casually away, "But only for its magical properties. For science!"

This got Ghoen's attention and she actually sat up and fixed the witch with a steady glare which was completely ignored, "What are you brewing, witch?"

Marenda attempted a shrill cackle that achieved none of its desired effect. She looked from the boy's confused stare to the orc's irritated one, "I haven't explained my plan?"

"No." The orc said the word slowly.

"Well that won't do at all will it? The boy should know his fluids are being put towards a philanthropic use."

"What kind of use?"

"I assume you're both familiar with the malaise spreading through the human territories currently?" The witch did not wait for a response, "A plague which makes the women hunger only for the cock o'green? Whilst Orc caravans travel in far greater numbers and conveniently close to human towns and cities with said affliction."

Ghoen stood up and went to loom over the witch, "What are your intentions?"

Marenda continued to feign ignorance to the orc's threatening tone and posture and part turned and lithe like a dancer leaned against the great beast woman resting her head against her opportunely level breasts. She looked up seductively, "Do you want to fuck me, orc? I could struggle if it gets you hot."

The orc's pupils dilated, a hard to notice change with her all black eyes, but Marenda did. She could smell the musk of her sex too as it sweltered. The witch subtly swayed her hips against the orc whose hands found themselves on the smaller woman's curves. Ghoen found a grip on the witch's lacey trousers and with considerable effort pushed her away. She had to swallow before speaking with confidence, "Answer the question."

The witch hopped up onto the nearest table, leaning back and spreading her legs to continue her cajolery, "You've wanted me since I first found you in that mercenaries bar. What is it about me? Do I remind you of someone?"

Arousal instantly replaced by rage, Ghoen growled, "Do not ever-"

Knowing she had pushed hard enough, Marenda changed tack and interjected, "I remember asking whether or not you had any problem fighting other orcs? As you stared at my tits you told me you didn't give a fuck. Has that changed?"

The orc reined herself in, damning that she was being played with so easily, "You are playing a very dangerous game, witch. Now. Last time. What are you brewing and how do you intend to use it?"

"Your orc juju bitches are trying to pull off a social engineering feat with all the subtlety of a drunken moose. They're going to get a lot of people killed including themselves I'd wager my spankable little ass on. I think they need a little lesson in humility by turning their plans to shit."

"Why?"

Marenda grinned through barely parted lips, "Because I fucking feel like it."

"You're lying," even as she said it, Ghoen could not believe whether or not she was so sure. 

"Am I? Maybe you should come over here sweetheart, and force a confession out of me."

"You are insane."

"I'm only mad for you, my great green goddess."

"I'm getting some air, don't know for how long," 

Ghoen turned to leave.

"What? Wait! You need to guard the penis!"

"You will be very lucky if I return," The orc did not break stride and was out of the room quickly.

"Come back right this instance! Now! STOP! FUCK!"

When Ghoen did not return, Marenda slumped back down on the table and stared at the ceiling unmoving. It took several long moments before Austos, still strapped to his own table, cleared his throat. The witch got a shock, "You're still here?"

Austos hesitated before saying, "Yes."

"Well this is a wonderfully dangerous position she's left me in."

He tested his bonds again, unsure what she was referring to. He had no leverage to strain at the knots and they looked proficient and tight. Austos decided he might as well attempt to glean some more information out of the witch. "I don't believe I pose any kind of threat to you, my... um, lady?"

"I'm not the one in trouble here numb nuts."

"You intend to harm me?"

"There'll be no intent involved, sweetie."

The boy knight frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"No, you really don't. And that's my fault. All right choir boy, ask me anything."

He did not know where to start so he started with the obvious ones, "Who are you?"

"My name's Marenda. And yours is Austos, fledgling paladin, enemy of whomever your church tells you is evil and all round ignorant do-gooder wannabe."

"I'm not sure if you're trying to insult me?"

"Do you feel insulted?"

"I-"

"Never mind. Next question."

"If I am all those things, what are you?"

"Ah. Persistent. You, not me. I am a horribly unstable travelling psychic vampire with nothing bloody better to do than answer your questions."

"What's a vampire?"

"You don't have them here?"

"No."

"Oh well in that case; a vampire is something that used to be exotic and illicit until it became a sparkly Peter fucking Pan fantasy." Austos looked dumbly at her. "No? A vampire is a metaphor for fear of death, the aristocracy and one's own sexuality."

"I... am confused."

"You want the technical details? Fine. I'm an extra-planar parasite that resides in a deceased human host and feeds on the livings via their blood."

"You're not human?"

"In substance no, but in form yes if that means a damn thing. It's a nice form don't you think? Pert, smooth and easy to blemish. Do I seem inhuman to you?"

"My lady... I-"

"Answer the fucking question. Do I seem monstrous to you? Less than human?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"I am your captive. You toy with me and speak gibberish and riddles. I- I thought I killed you, but it was a trick. What do you want from me?"

"We've already been over that." She said sulkily, curling herself up small. 

"... You want to fight the orcs?"

"No."

"Then what?" 

"I don't know."

Unsure whether or not he was being tricked again he pushed, "You spoke of a sickness and a plan to counter it."

"Yes, your semen. I'm going to use it to create a counter potion. Yes. The orcs are poisoning the wells of every human town they can reach. As if a slew of half-orc bastards are going to make any of the human populations' side with them against the dwarfs. If a town finds itself with a crèche full of half-orc babies what do you think they would do?"

Austos swallowed, "They would execute them or send them away."

Marenda nodded, "Yes, and then what happens when the people realize that they can't have normal human babies?"

He began to pale as the implications of the orc strategy became increasingly clear to him, "Terrible things. Can they truly do this?"

"They've already started. Dodenton, if you know the place is under martial law. A dwarf army is en route to smash the orc camp, but almost a third of the womenfolk were filled with orc cum."

"And if the orcs have any sense, they will leave before the dwarf army arrives."

She grinned, "Oh, are you getting into this?"

Austos grimaced, "Are you lying to me?"

"About what? No. Why would I lie? Do you want to lie with me?" 

"My lady, please, I need to know-"          



"What about my needs?! I've been on this ass-backwards Tolkien rip off for almost a year now and I'm fucking sick of it. And! And after our little dream fuck yesterday I'm horny as all hell for some actual flesh on flesh on flesh."

Austos tensed as the witch poured herself back onto him wantonly. She sat on his thighs and unstrapped the tubed contraption that contained his crotch. His nerves jangled fearfully as he became fully exposed to the unpredictable woman, "But-"

"Shut the fuck up, I've already raped your brain, by comparison this is nothing," The vampire propped herself up so they were face to face and lightly handled his soft cock.

Thumb and forefinger gently tugged his shaft whilst her lower fingers caressed his laden sack. Hot blood was rushing to his groin in seconds, "Please... stop."

"After all the effort I put into reawakening your sexual response, don't you think I deserve a treat? Here was me thinking for a moment you actually were a gentleman." She did not stop.

He closed his eyes and tried fruitlessly to try to think of something, anything besides the deft hand drawing altogether new and sinful sensations from his long forsaken manhood. Marenda used long slow strokes, keeping clear of the supersensitive head and bringing him to a full and aching mast.

"Oh my, riddle me this stud. When is a shower also a grower?" Austos felt her face close to his own and experienced an unnerving sensation that she was still holding his gaze through his closed eyelids, "And what do we have here?"

He felt his foreskin pulled back and a fingertip placed on the slit of his glans, "Is this for me? You shouldn't have," she traced circles of pre-cum around the angry crown.

Austos hips jerked and he gave an unplanned groan of anguished pleasure. He pulled at his bonds and sobbed unable to articulate as she wrought terrible bliss upon him. Her fist steadily milked more sticky ooze from him.

"You forget protestation is only a turn off for decent people," she sighed as tears welled from behind his scrunched up eyes.

"Wait! You need me!" The boy gasped out in effort.

"Damn fucking straight I need you. Now stop whining and enjoy this," she stopped wanking him long enough to rapidly pull her pants and underwear off.

"As a virgin!" he cried out even as she winded him with a pounce.

"What are you talking about?" she demanded even as she grabbed his cock and aimed it at her hungry cunt. 

"For the potion!"

"The what? - Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Can't fuck him sweetness, it would sour the milk," Miranda hiccupped a shaky laugh. 

"Please. Release me," Austos referred to the hand still grasping his penis. 

"Oh?" she let the erection slap back against his firm belly and sank down; kneeling on the floor and resting her head on his thigh. She regarded the member longingly and traced a digit over it tenderly making Austos groan again.

"Right, sorry. Business. Busy with business now and back to it. Potions don't brew themselves; well most don't at least," she got up and paced around, stopping when she stood above his head. "Wait a moment."

She grabbed his ears and tilted down so that their faces were inverted to each other, "The potion. You consent to help with the potion?"



"Are you giving me a choice?"

"Well I'm giving you the illusion of choice which is just as good as the real thing provided you are ignorant of said illusion..."

"Never mind, please just promise me you're doing this to fight the orcs."

"Ugh, try not to think of it as an us versus them activity, it's immature. I'm trying to prevent a tragedy."

"Very well... I... I consent."

Marenda upside down kissed him awkwardly and beamed at him. Her face lit up so brightly that for half a moment he grinned back goofily before stopping himself with an equally goofy frown.

The witch backed off to retrieve the thrown aside groin gear. As she bent over Austos noticed she had not covered her below the waist nudity and got an eyeful of pouting wet vulva. His mouth instantly went back to desert conditions and he rapidly looked away. 

Oblivious Marenda rose, "I'm going to need a signature of course."

Brain barely operating, he managed a,"Whu?" 

"Sorry sweetie, just a little light bondage humor."

He cleared his throat and asked, "What happens now?"

"Now I milk you like a cow." Austos' eyes bulged, "Don't worry sugar cock; I'm going to put you to sleep again for this."

"What do you mean? How?"

"Same way I did last time."

"Last time? ...Betha. I was with Betha. It was real? That was you!?"

"Well technically it was mostly you, but we don't have time for the minutiae. I feel another spell coming on and we're lucky that I only took the notion to fuck you just now. I might feel like ripping out your throat next."

"I still don't understand. You can't control yourself?"

"In a word; fucking no."

"I see," he really did not.

Marenda sang off key to herself as she secured the last of the equipment, "Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is good. If a sperm is wasted, I will absolutely fuck someone up. Now," she said once satisfied, "close your eyes."

Austos could not help the fear that crept up within him, "My lady..."

"CLOSE YOUR FUCKING EYES!"

****

"Are you feeling all right, Austos? You've gone very pale."

"No... I," he smiled a little groggily at his bride lying beside him, "I'm fine, just a little tired."



Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 02



She feigned a pout, "Not too tired I hope. We've got a little while before we're expected up."

Austos soaked up the image of his new wife; tousled red hair, freckled cheeks and a cute button nose, "I love you, Betha."

She blushed and shuffled deeper beneath their quilt, "And I you." She looked away shyly as she said, "There's something I'd like to try."

He rolled atop her and leant in to kiss her fervidly. She was panting when they finished and his member was at full attention. He pressed it against her own aroused sex and she made a keening noise that Austos decided he would have no problem getting used to. 

"Not there," she said, "still sore."

"Uh, sorry," Austos allowed himself to be rolled onto his back.

"It's ok," she smiled kneeling beside him, "It's like a dream losing my maidenhead to you... I'm so happy. The other girls said it would probably hurt the first time and you're so big. I wasn't expecting-"

Austos had only managed to half focus on what she was saying, distracted as he was by her nakedness. Her freckles ran thickly along her shoulders and down her pale arms and sparsely almost everywhere else. Her nether was covered by a thick ginger thatch to match her head and Austos could swear that her chest and nipples grew pinker as he stared at them. When he finally noticed that she had stopped talking and looked to her face, her cheeks had matched the shade of pink and then some.

"Are you happy with me?" she asked.

"What? Don't be-", he faltered and took a moment to think. "Of course I'm happy. You're perfect. Why would you ask that?"

Betha could not hold his gaze, "It's just you're like a painting. Like the ones of heroes merchants would peddle on market days. All the other girls say so. There are plenty of prettier girls in town and I don't- We've been friends for years, I know but..."

Austos was genuinely confused, "I don't understand."

"I'm asking dummy: Why me?"

Before he could think of anything better to reply, "Who else?" slipped out.

"'Who else?'" After a few seconds that felt like hours to the young man, she finally laughed her wonderful tinkling laugh. "'Who else?' You really are a dummy aren't you?"

Austos did not trust himself to say something not dumb, so remained in apprehensive silence. 

"Well Mr. 'Who else'. There's something I want to do that should remind you no-one else. The other girls said that boys really like it when you use your mouth on them, so..."

He tried to sit up, but Betha pushed him gently back down, "Uh-uh. Just lie back for this, please."

Austos felt her hand encircle his manhood and lightly tug back and forth on it. She was going to use her mouth on him? He was not entirely sure what she meant by that. Was she going to use her mouth on his penis? Was that activity sanctioned? He felt his new wife sow kisses on his belly. Was that what she meant to do?

Betha continued to stroke him into a suitably glutted erection, "The girls never said it would be this hot. It's like holding your hands to a fire. Ok, tell me if you like this."

The young woman planted a line of butterfly kisses along his lengthy shaft. Austos shuddered, remembering lectures on the primary function of sex being procreation. The embers of passion she traced along his member burned in sinful transgression. 

"Betha," he whispered as if afraid of a judgmental deity, "is this wrong?"

"Austos," she replied still holding and kissing his cock between words, "What we do in our bedchambers is our own business."

"But the Holy Edict-"

She sighed, "Well I must be doing something wrong. Tell me how this feels."

The red headed girl eased the sensitive protective skin from the head and Austos's head rolled back, "Well?" she asked.

"This isn't-, " his protest was cut short by his own gasp when she flicked her tongue across the round bottom edge of his cockhead. 

"Yes?" she prompted as her tongue charted the smooth curves of his glans.

Betha softly kissed his tip whilst regaining a grasp on his thick shaft, he managed to choke an, "It's."

"Mmm?" she nibbled the end with only her lips.

Austos gathered within himself a mighty focus strong enough to penetrate the devilry being performed on his manhood. He would tell her that such acts were forbidden and just plain wrong. Then he was in her mouth his will melted into nothingness and his cock melted into bliss. 

He was immersed in a moist warmth that dulled out all other sensations. He felt both tense and relaxed simultaneously. So this is what sin felt like.

Last night they had lost their virginities to each other. It had been a clutching, sweating and incredible few moments. However, several thrusts in and he was operating only on instinct and he had reached his pleasure almost without warning. Being inside her had been beautiful, but short lived. This was completely different. Betha alone controlled the pace of his pleasure and she was making sure to take her time. 

He was taken to the edge gradually and without respite, then held prisoner there in a hot, wet prison that suckled bliss out from his deepest recesses. His glans was lapped insistently; he could feel the roughness of her tongue as his pleasure was rolled and buffeted upon it.

Abruptly a hand was around the root of his prick and was jerking him firmly. Release imminent he tried to warn his lover, yet managed only a few breathless grunts which became groans as his dam burst forth. Ecstasy surged along his cock along with thick spurts of cum.

Betha made a surprised noise, however kept hold of his gushing manhood and maintained her pumping fist. Austos could not help but arch and squirm as she took all he had to give and more. His dick throbbed emptily as she bobbed her head upon him. He had to feebly nudge her shoulder before she stopped and even then she sucked as she drew off him. His leg half kicked involuntary as he popped out.

"Was that ok?" she asked.

His breaths came raggedly as he smiled weakly at his ravenous wife.

****

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Marenda screamed as Austos and Betha dissipated before her eyes. This was bad. The vampire was fairly certain she had attacked and injured the boy before she had bit him and entered his mind. She brutally cursed herself for her own lack of control; and Ghoen for not being there to protect him from her.

Upon entering Austos's brain space, his obviously terrified psyche had blindly lashed out at her consciousness leaving the witch stunned and disorientated. She did not know how long it had taken to re-orientate herself, but she did recognize that she had entered a brain going into shock.

The last time she had entered his mind, the witch had set up a string of fantasies ready to initiate the next time she put him to sleep. It was an inception that was driven by her potent aphrodisiac vampire saliva and his own desires, but with less unnecessary loud bass noises. She had even ambivalently designed it to whittle away his fear of his own sexuality.

Well it was fucking working judging by Austos' stupid grin and Betha's flushed cheeks before they had faded away, no doubt en route to another wet dream. The vampire looked around frantically for clues even as the illusion flitted away. It was your standard medieval hovel, nothing specific or useful. She darted round the bed just in time to see a large white frilly garment vanish and then everything else went dark.

Now, granted Betha had been wearing white when she had met her previously, however the frock had seemed quite large from the glimpse the witch managed. Marenda hoped it meant holy matrimony as she suspected her captured choir boy would want marriage before sex rather than the sensible other way round. If so, this meant she had at least a little time before he bled out, assuming of course she had not torn an artery out. She wanted to scream.

The witch held it together. She was, after all, in another person's mind where she could anchor herself to their sanity in order to stave off her own madness. She needed to find the core of the boy's consciousness, which was no doubt starting a new dream, and disrupt the fantasy in order to wake him up. She could probably slip back into her own body now and save his life, however if he was unconscious when she did he would almost certainly drive himself into a wet sticky coma and that would not do at all. 

She floated there in the blackness of the perverted memory no longer in use and tried to discern a direction in which to travel. The dreams Austos was experiencing had foundations of actual memories of people and places so she should be able to get a bead on which neurons were firing and go from there. With as good a sense as any the witch set off with a purpose.

And she flew straight into a psychic wall. "Fuck!" she shrieked. 

Austos's brain was beginning to panic. After the initial pain and surprise; it had noticed that its body was badly injured and the shock was starting to set in. Mental blocks were being haphazardly and randomly set up and waves of frenzied dread slammed into the psychic vampire. Marenda reeled as her connection was frayed and his terror became her own. 

"Sentience trumps instinct every time," Marenda said to herself shakily. It was a phrase her serious long-term un-life mate and non-lover liked to use. 

She could not let herself be ejected from the boy's mind. If she was, getting back, if she even managed that, would take too long.

"Sentience trumps your motherfucking instinct," she growled to herself, reinforcing her own will and projecting an aura of determined calm in response. 

The aura held and the boy's mental barriers melted before her. With any luck the calm she instilled within him would slow his heartbeat somewhat and buy her some more time. After divining another route she took off again and materialized in a forest clearing under a starry sky. She was just in time to witness Austos crying out his climax atop Betha. They began fading again almost immediately as the young man whispered dumb nothings to his astral sweetheart. 

"Wait you ginormous twat! Pay attention to me, I'm not supposed to be here!" Marenda yelled at him.

She might as well been a ghost for all the good her balling achieved. She was not part of the fantasy and thus of no interest to Austos' sex addled mind. The witch darted through her options even as the holy man dissipated in front of her again. All of her plans revolved around disrupting the fantasy as it played out and she did not have time to go chasing the boy around his own brain again. The instant before he vanished completely, she chained her consciousness to his.

That was an incredibly stupid thing to do. By linking their minds Marenda sacrificed a portion of her psychic lucidity and made herself much more vulnerable to the boy's will. If that was not bad enough, if Austos died while they were still bonded, the witch would face a fate worse than death. A dead brain has no sense of space or time and so neither would she. Sure she might be able to by chance exit the gray matter, but then what? She was not a ghost, but a vampire that required corporeal form. She would be well and truly fucked.

Marenda found herself spat out on the outskirts of another idyllic location. A beautiful log cabin surrounded by hyper luscious greenery, singing birds and chattering rodents. It was awful.

"Are you ok, miss?" a pair of big blue eyes asked her.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she scrambled away in a frantic display of anti-elegance. 

The small child shrugged and ran off followed by a posse of birds and squirrels. Marenda shuddered, she hated children. She gathered her senses and made a straight line towards the dwelling. Inside she found what she expected.

Betha rubbed Austos' crotch through his breeches, "Now that the rascal is away..."

The young man picked her up easily and placed her facing him on the kitchen counter, "You want to try for number two?"

The redhead smiled, "Or three or four."

Marenda tried not to retch as the two lovebirds tittered at each other. They were not wasting any time either, Betha was already unlacing his breeches and fishing out his cock as she lifted her hips to allow Austos to pull off her underwear.

The witch took an unnecessary breath before bellowing, "Attention, moron. Please cease and desist your fornication and wake the fuck up so I can save both our worthless lives."

The paladin in training looked at the witch in shock, however Betha cheerfully waved, "Oh, hi Marenda. How are you?"

Austos looked back to his non-wife, mother to his non-child, in confusion, "You know her?"

"Well yes. She is me and I am you," she shook her head, "It doesn't matter. Just make love to me."

The boy started to protest, however Betha hooked her ankles behind his waist and pulled him in, penetrating herself with his penis. The two lovers both gasped as they joined flesh. Encouraged by her squirming, Austos set a slow pace of thrusts within his partner.

"I'm standing right here," the witch stated.

"Yes. Sorry," he did not stop.

"Don't you think you should stop?" Marenda had to raise her voice over the wet slapping sounds and the ginger's soft assenting moans.

"Yes. Sorry," he repeated abashed. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he continued grinding into his lover. Eventually he said, "I can't."

"Well shit." The vampire had to pause to think, a task complicated by the erotic feedback. She had been able to ignore it up to this point due to his and her own panic, yet now she was in the calm center of the storm. Whilst the rest of Austos' mind was freaking out, here he was, and now by extension she was, in the comparatively calm sex fantasy she had made for him. She could dully feel her physical body respond in a faraway place. 

The vampire steeled herself. Under plenty of other circumstances she could have taken great voyeuristic pleasure from watching the young stud lose himself over and over to her graphic illusions, now however, his life was in her hands or rather her mind, which was in his mind and shut the fuck up. Ok, plan B. She moved over to the copulating lovers in order to whisper sinisterly in his ear. The witch had to resist the powerful urge to run her nails across his back when she got close.

"This is a dream, Austos," she hissed to him, "I caught you and now I'm raping your mind. I'm an evil fucking monster and you are just another one of my pathetic victims. What do you think about that?"

The holy man did not say anything, however his eyes began to shine with unshed tears and she could feel his arousal come down a notch. He still did not cease feeding his member into the passionate redhead.

"And what's worse is that your body is dying. I cut you and you're bleeding out because I'm a monster. I'm laughing at your stupid, drooling, bleeding face right now."

The young man actually stopped fucking Betha, though remained inside her. 

"Is everything ok, honey?" the wife illusion asked. The witch was pleased that the redhead was losing cohesion and seemed unable to be maintained as Austos's fantasy.

The young man ignored the girl and his bottom lip quivered as he addressed the vampire, "Why are you-"he had to swallow, "Why are you saying these things?"

This was her chance. She sneered at him, making her face ugly. His revulsion towards her would break the fantasy she was sure. With a mental flourish she banished the dream Betha and replaced her with her own astral form.

"Ha-ha! Surprise cock face!" the witch cackled at the astonished Austos who now had to stare down, rather than across, at her.

Marenda grinned in triumph as the boy's eyes almost popped out of his skull. Any moment now he would wake up so she could follow him and fix her horrible mess. The boy looked down further at his member, its head now lodged just within the blonde's vagina; any moment now...

"Wake up you fucking- Oh fuck!" Marenda almost choked as he drove deep into her.

He pulled back out only so far as to achieve another equally deep thrust. The witch felt her vaginal walls involuntarily clench tightly around his sizable cock as he bottomed out within her. Austos gulped in a heavy breath at the intensely erotic sensation and shakily withdrew in order to repeat the motion. The witch's astral body betrayed her again, squeezing its intruder snuggly.

"Oh yes!" she cried.

That was wrong, she had meant to say 'oh no'. "Oh fuck," she said, this time intentionally, though more ecstatically than she meant to.

This was very bad; she had switched his Betha fantasy with herself, however instead of rejecting her as she expected, he plunged his dick into her reverently. Quite the opposite had happened. He had ousted her as an independent phantom within his mind and made her the figment of his lust. For several long moments as he sawed his manhood in and out of her; she could do nothing but be swept away in the sexual indulgence of it.

Yet Marenda was not weak, nor subject to anyone's will (least of all her own she thought sardonically) and with a steeled determination, wrested back her ego.

"Austos," she spoke immediately, "You need to wake up!"

He lifted her from the small of her back so that they were chest to chest and then kissed her deeply, "Please, enough of that," he said once his mouth was free. 

The vampire shifted her hips around to keep the friction from his dick within her and ran her nails passionately across his back. It seemed her astral body was still in thrall then; she would have to rely on her wits and voice. 

"I thought we had established that I'm an evil monster," she said with difficulty as she kissed all over his chest and shoulders.

"I don't think that's true. I think you're beautiful," he reclaimed her lips for another kiss.

"Then you're a fucking idiot," she growled even as she seized his buttocks and pulled him deeper into her.

Stimulated by her pulling hands and thrusting hips, Austos set a new pace inside her. Marenda gasped in frustration and rapture as her body continued betraying her; drenching his member with her juices and clinging wantonly on him. She even leant back so that he could plunge more deeply into her.

"I think you put on being mean," he spoke breathlessly; "It's just an act. You're really a wonderful person."

The witch failed to put voice to a pithy retort as Austos' orgasm came in a tidal wave, washing away all thought as it surged through him and via their enhanced link into her. The young man quaked as he emptied a thick load of astral cum into his new lover. Marenda distantly felt her physical body succumbing to pleasure and felt a yank as her psychic connection faltered. She held on desperately to their link, fighting not to lose him. She would not let him die.

Not alone at least she thought miserably even as her dream form rejoiced. Now what?

The holy man was wearing his dumb grin again, "Thank you," he said and then began growing transparent.

The witch looked at her projected body in panic to see it fading also. What would happen? Would Austos' mind file her away into another memory and bring Betha back? The series of fantasies she had set for him were meant to last a few hours. If she had to guess, they had been under for only one hour at most. Would the vampire be brought into another fantasy only to have her mind reset? Could she recover from that? 

"Stop! Wait!" she cried.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The rate of their disappearance slowed, but did not stop. Come on, think! How could she get them out of here? Oh. 

"Plan C. Eat my Cunt."

Austos looked bewildered, "I don't know what that means."

"Oh for- seriously? Fine, plan C; make me Cum."

The young man was aghast, "Cum? You mean you didn't?" they both snapped back into full consistency. 

"Traditionally a girl needs a bit more than just a deep dicking, sweetie." 




Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 02



Technically she had experienced his orgasm; however her astral self had not peaked, though she did feel quite close. If she could climax again, when her mind lost focus and tried to pull her back she could drag Austos along with her. Only so far as to pull him out of the fantasy and back to consciousness. It would probably hurt, a lot, however it should work. Yep, Plan C. Plan C was a fucking doozy.

"I don't know what to do," he shifted so his deflating cock slipped out.

"Don't worry; I'll talk you through it. What? No. NO. Umph!" Marenda dropped to her knees and fed his juicy sausage into her mouth.

The young man staggered backwards slightly and had to catch himself on the kitchen table, he gasped out, "What are you doing?"

The witch slurped up their combined sex fluids off of his over sensitive cock, "Om. Mmph. Fucking- om," she said.

Austos's eyes rolled back as the witch overstimulated his manhood, fondling his balls and tickling his perineum. His knees buckled and he slid out of her mouth with a pop.

"Stop me! Mmmph!"

"What!?"

"Pick me up. Omph. And throw me- mmm. On the fucking table!" Marenda demanded with a mouth full of balls.

Driven by her confusing distress, he did as bidden. Even as he pulled her up she wrestled with him and manically grabbed and squeezed his penis.

He dropped her, more roughly than he would have liked and asked, "Now what?"

"FUCKING LICK ME!" she shrieked.

Negotiating her flailing limbs, he forced her onto her back and spread her legs to gain access to her pussy. It was a deep pink color, bordering on red and shone brightly with a sheen of sticky liquid. Austos decided it did look a bit like a mouth, only weirder. He gingerly stuck out his tongue and placed its tip onto her labia.

"Stop dicking around and eat me!" she implored him.

About damn time, her uncooperative astral body decided it was on board with this idea and grabbed his hair, shoving his face into her snatch.

It was Austos' turn to say, "Uummph!"

He waggled his tongue and made an effort, however it was not enough to get her anywhere fast. If she had enough time and focus, she could have planted a few techniques into his mind, as it was she took the quickest route, "You need to find a small nub near the top. It's underneath a little hood of skin."

His tongue left a messy trail of exploration, "Mph?"

"Little higher," her breath caught, "Yes! There! Lick it!"

He was doing it! Marenda gyrated her hips against his swollen lips. She could feel her belly twitch as she was taken higher. There was hope for this holy man yet.

"Now, suck! Yes!" her pussy throbbed and heaved and came.

The witch jerked in ecstasy as the pleasure overtook her. She was fairly certain she brought Austos with her as he groaned loudly into her puffy vulva. It seemed the link worked both ways. The familiar sensation of her 'real' body erupting in pleasure and destabilizing her psychic link hit her. Instead of fighting it, she let the flow carry her back to her own body and towed Austos' consciousness along with her. As soon as they left the dream, the vampire rapidly unknotted their mental link between them. She knew from grisly experience that if she pulled him out with her he would die. There were still a few strands left when she reached the edge.

There was a dreadful tearing sensation and she heard herself screaming louder and louder until she felt like she had become the scream itself. Then she felt the cold stone floor beneath her and her scream transformed into long racking sobs; she was out. 

A faint cough from the procedure table preceded a question, "Are you ok?"

"Just stay awake", she croaked from a raw throat.

Holy shit, it had actually worked; still she did not dare look at him yet. She held a strong cognizance after her visit to his sane mind and the fucking whether it was physical or within someone's mind usually left her with a prolonged period of stability. She feared, however that seeing what she had done to him would crack her and she had to focus on keeping him alive. 

"I can't see you, it's dark," Austos said with a hint of panic.

"It's ok, I'm here."

She rolled over and crawled the short distance to the cabinet she had stored her medicinal supplies in. She stood up and had to draw on a portion of her vampire constitution in order to keep herself steady. Her pubic area was soaked with her own fluids and her pussy still pulsed with aftershocks from the last orgasm. As she pulled out a rectangular box and opened it to reveal a handful of vials filled with murky liquid, the witch noticed the blood on her chest and palms. Her hands began to shake and she dropped the first small glass tube she tried to pick up and it smashed on the floor.

"Did you drop something?"

"Shut the fuck up and keep talking," she snapped back, furious with herself.

Marenda used her rage to steady her hand and grasped another tube firmly. She noticed there were only a few left now; she had already used several on other people she had unintentionally injured. The vampire barely held back a bitter laugh.

"Why is it so cold?" Austos sounded drowsy.

"Stay awake!" she snatched a needle and quickly set it up, braced herself, then turned around and strode up to the injured man.

Austos and the table he was strapped to were covered in his blood which still oozed from a long deep gash that started at his shoulder and travelled jaggedly down to his stomach. The witch could see damaged muscle beneath his torn flesh. On his belly, amongst the blood she could see many thick globs of his semen. It looked like she had torn the glass apparatus off of his crotch, smashed it and then attacked him.

"You're so beautiful," Austos rasped, his eyes struggling to focus on her.

This time, Marenda was unable to hold back the laughter and it tore through and out of her remorselessly. Tears destroyed her vision and she could almost feel her sanity and humanity crumbling to tatters within her.

"This is going to hurt," she said wiping enough moisture from her eyes to focus her aim; then she plunged the thick needle into his heart.

The vial contained a serious mixture of adrenaline, and exotic restoratives including her own saliva she had secreted specifically for its healing properties. Provided the shock did not kill him, it would cause his natural healing and blood production to go into overdrive. Her own saliva in it might even prevent some of the resultant scarring.

His roar of agony shook the room with its force.



Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 03



"This needs to end," Stated Ghoen as she scrubbed away the remaining blood.

Marenda had bunched herself into a corner and was biting her own knuckles. She made no sign of comprehension at the orc's words.

The orc had returned an hour prior ready to rage her resignation at her bizarre client, collect her belongings and slam the door on her way out. Instead, she was on her hands and knees cleaning up a mess consisting of blood and sexual ejaculate. She had found Marenda clinging to the chest of the boy, Austos, she thought his name was; whilst sobbing and whispering apologies to his unconscious form.

There had been a great deal of blood, though neither of them seemed injured. The boy was even paler than the witch, if such a thing was possible, and his breathing was shallow, however he otherwise seemed alive. The orc had come in yelling, yet Marenda had uncharacteristically flinched away from her and clung to her victim all the tighter. 

She looked so much like her. There were differences; the witch's hair was longer and straighter, her body was more boyish with fewer curves and her blue eyes were a few shades paler, yet the similarities jammed a dagger directly into the orc's heart. Ghoen simply could not bring herself to abandon the woman in such a condition of vulnerability. 

"Talk to me, witch," the mercenary was no longer angry, just tired.

This time Marenda made an incomprehensible mumbling noise. Ghoen supposed it was better than nothing. 

She continued pressing the witch, "Your tools are broke."

The vampire coughed a little before finally speaking directly to Ghoen for the first time since her return, "No shit."

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"I fucked up. I fucked up and you weren't here to-" Marenda's voice rose in pitch before she cut herself off and choked out, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," it was not.

The witch looked up so that their eyes met. Ghoen could see no tears, only an aged and haunted look, "I'm so sorry."

The orc shuddered and was unable to maintain the gaze. The term 'vampire' still held little meaning to her, but she felt like maybe she was getting the gist. Satisfied that the room looked significantly less like a torture chamber now, Ghoen began to pack away the make-shift cleaning tools she had requisitioned for the task.

"I lose control," was the witch going to open up? The mercenary gave her a brief nod of acknowledgment as she stuffed bloodied rags into a bag.

"Sometimes just for a moment," Marenda went on, "Occasionally for hours. Usually I just make an ass of myself; say something awful or whatever. Other times I really hurt someone."

"This is his blood then?" Ghoen brandished the red cloths, "I suspected, but there are no wounds on him."

The vampire smiled faintly, "Contingencies. Most all of my stuff is for contingencies for when I fuck up someone good."

"So... I thought when you hired me as his bodyguard-"

Marenda finished the orc's sentence for her, "You thought I was just being facetious or weird. A deception in plain sight. One of my collection of specialties."

Ghoen sighed, "But you were being honest in a fashion. You have been one unpleasant surprise after another."

"That is a marginally kinder way of putting it than others have," the occultist wore her familiar sinister grin. 

The twisted smile rekindled the orc's anger and she shouted, "What the fuck is wrong with you? What kind of person employs others to protect against themselves?!"

Marenda matched her to the decibel, "A fucking monster, that's who."

"I am beginning to understand that!" the orc dropped what she was doing in order to face the witch and bring herself to full height. 

"Then why are you still here?" the vampire also stood up.

"I- Because-" she could not say the words to the doppelganger.

Marenda was almost suddenly close to her, "Kiss me."

That she could do. Anything to push away the conflicting feelings churning within her. The orc wrapped an arm around the human's waist, drew her in and mashed their lips together. She pushed her tongue roughly into the vampire's mouth to seek out its partner and they danced together. The witch's tongue riposted her own and brought the kiss deeper. Ghoen growled low in her throat as her lust built. 

The orc could feel Marenda smiling into the kiss and was unable to stop herself simpering back. She had no clue as to who or what this vampire-human was, yet she knew she wanted to fuck her. When she picked her up, the witch clung happily onto her. Ghoen dropped her into a chair and smouldered. 

"Take off your clothes," the orc demanded from a place deep within her throat.

"First tell me; who was she?" 

In an instant, her desire was crushed. It was such a hard blow, that she could not muster her rage in response. Instead she could only sag, "Don't..."

"You must have really loved her. How long ago-" 

Ghoen had to cut her off, "Please."

The vampire tilted her head to the side almost innocently, "You should talk about it."

Ghoen looked down at the ghost of her past. Her clothes were dishevelled and legs akimbo. Would making love to that body make her feel better? Would unearthing history really do anyone any good? The orc did not believe it would.

"It's late," stated the sell-sword flatly, "You should get some sleep."

"I don't need to sleep, sweetie. Or eat. Or breathe. I can do, but I don't need to." 

"Well, I need to. Good night," Ghoen managed not to run out.

****

Austos grimaced as Marenda forced another large spoonful of jam into his mouth. At least he was wearing trousers. With a supreme effort, the young paladin forced himself to swallow the concentrated berry flavour, "Are you sure you don't have any bread my lady?"

"Fairly certain, yes. You've been catching so may Z's that all the food we bought for you has died," she winked at him, "Sorry."

"How long was I unconscious?"

She rolled her eyes in thought, "In total or since I last knocked you out?"

That did not sound good, "Um... both?"

"Well." She put down the jam in order to put her hands on her hips theatrically, "We've had you here for almost a week and it's been twenty-four hours since our little incident," she paused, "For which I am very sorry about, you understand?"

Austos cautiously thought that maybe he was gaining some understanding, though his recollections from the previous day were hazy. He remembered what they had spoken about; a devious orc plan to throw the human nations into chaos and Marenda's ploy to subvert it. He had consented to the use of his semen for use in a counter potion using the strange dream method the witch employed. Then there had been pain and a cacophony of vividly lurid fantasies.

The paladin jolted, "I'm injured?"

"You were. I fixed you up, though," she poked his chest, "See?"

He looked down, but could see no evidence of any wounds, "Uh..."

"I used the good stuff, so there won't be any scarring. I am really, really sorry."

Austos took a deep breath and spoke solemnly and earnestly, "I forgive you."

Marenda's jaw clenched and she glared at him with vehemence that came seemingly out of nowhere, "Fuck you," she snarled.

His breath came out in a mixture of shock and annoyance. Just when he thought that he was connecting with her she would turn. She held out another portion of jam at a full arm's length. He accepted the viscous food with as much grace as he could manage whilst holding the witch's icy glare. To his credit she broke the gaze first.

The orc entered the room with a swagger, though she frowned when she saw Austos, "You haven't let him go?"

"Why would I want to do that? He's so cute all trussed up and spoon fed," night became day in an instant and she flashed a surprisingly bright smile at the mercenary.

He was even more confused when Ghoen moved right up to the witch and pulled her close. When the orc sniffed the blonde's hair he choked on his jam. She regarded him with a mixture of pity and annoyance and when she spoke, acted as if he was not there.

"I thought we had spoken of this?" the mercenary whispered to Marenda. Austos' hearing was sharp enough that he had no difficulty hearing, especially considering their close proximity. 

"He's still weak and we're out in the sticks. I'd rather the munchkin didn't die of exposure or some other grizzly fate because of my negligence," the witch sing-songed back.

Austos was incensed by the 'munchkin' remark, yet more alarmed by the turn of events, "You're releasing me?"

"That's right, sweetie. I think I've fucked you up more than enough at this point. Now open your mouth," she brandished her spoon, "Here comes the aero plane!"

He dodged the projectile and focused on the words he understood, "But- Does that mean we're finished?" Austos was a little alarmed that he felt disappointed. 

Marenda bit her lip and started to speak, however she was cut off by the orc, "You're done, boy. Leave it at that." 

He decided to take her advice. He was still unsure whether or not he had had a single straight answer from either of them in the time they had shared. Besides he had learned more from listening than asking questions so far.

"I would have likely fucked the situation up worse anyway," Maranda added.

It was enough clarification to confirm that they were giving up not only on using him, but the plan in its entirety. This would not do. The strategy was sound even if the implementation was sinful. Was this Ghoen's doing? Had she convinced or forced the witch into quitting? 

Austos considered his options. If he truly was released and this was not another cruel trick he was obligated to return to his order and report what he had learned. How would his superiors react? He expected the highest chance of response would be incredulity, disbelief and to be assigned several months of penance for lying and absence without leave. The paladin would be duty-bound to accept his punishment with humility. 

Could he convince the Holy Order that he was being truthful, and if so, what then? What approach would be used to combat the threat? Orcs were slippery and hard to catch. He had already established that there was no clear way to stop a race of water elementals from poisoning the water short of war. A sinking feeling settled upon him. It would be war as soon as the dwarfs discovered the ploy anyway and by reporting it, Austos would be in part responsible for it. He knew instantly that that was a burden he could not bear to live with.

Could he lie? It would require that he broke his vows which in itself was another horrific thought. No, the more he thought about it, the more the witch's brew seemed like the only slim chance of a peaceful resolution. Perhaps he could take her to his commanders... And tell them that a virgin's semen was required for an unsanctioned magical rite. Humans practicing magic was an offence punished only with execution. He might even be considered irreversibly tainted already before propositioning further rituals. 

Austos ground his teeth, it seemed that only in the here and now could he make a positive difference, "No," he said.

"But it's so very, very scrumptious, sweetie," Marenda said cheerfully pushing the spoon towards him again, however her eyes flashed a warning and she gave him a barely perceptible shake of the head. Austos was a little disconcerted that she could read his intentions so easily. 

Ghoen was a short distance away packing up the few effects she had left in the spacious basement, "Eat the food, boy. Gather your strength and leave."

Was the vampire afraid of the orc? "What about the counter-potion?" he whispered. 

She hissed back from between her teeth, "It's over, Austos. I fucked up and now it's time to go our separate ways and be glad no one is dead."

"I can't accept that. We need to stop the orcs," he replied firmly.

"There's no 'We'."

Austos tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, "Your plan is the only way to fix things peacefully."

"How the fuck do you even know that?"

Their whispered argument had alerted the mercenary, "Know what?"

Marenda spoke first, "That our virgin here is as stupid as he is naive."

The holy man knew that his only chance was to make the witch see reason and under the circumstances, the orc too. Looking up at the six foot tall and clearly aggravated warrior woman, he did not like his chances, however he could not relent.

"We need to stop the orcs from poisoning the water," he rushed through before Marenda could stop him.

Ghoen scowled at the blonde, "I thought we had an agreement?"

"We do. I'm-" the witch started, but was cut off.

The orc put a hand on his shoulder and applied pressure, making him sink deeper into his chair, "Orc matters do not concern you, boy."

Austos ignored the implied threat and pressed on, "It concerns everyone. If we don't do something there will be war."

"A few orc bastards won't start a war," she rumbled.

He insisted, "They will when the dwarfs find out how they came to be."

"Not if no-one tells them."

He grunted as the orc's grip grew painfully tight, "They'll figure it out anyway. They're not stupid."

"Ghoen, let him go," Marenda said quietly. 

The orc ignored her, "Are you calling me stupid, human?"

The witch had apparently had enough, "Oh for fucks sake Ghoen. Stop being so sancti-fucking-monious and get a clue. He's right about the orc plan. It's a path straight another futile bloody genocide."

Austos stared defiantly up at the orc holding him down, "Thank you. You see-"

"Shut the fuck up," Marenda snapped, "You're supposed to be a paladin? A holy warrior? Is patience not a virtue where you come from? You have to poke the bear?"

The mercenary furrowed her eye ridges in dark concentration, "He is a soldier of the human order... He cannot be trusted. We have to kill him."

He squirmed; she really meant to kill him, "Aren't you listening, the orcs-"

"Are not to be interfered with."

"But you're a mercenary. You don't have to. Please."

"I'm sorry, boy. I am no traitor," the orc put her large hands around his throat and began to squeeze.

Austos looked over to Marenda desperately who looked back in an alarmingly detached fashion. She spoke, "I can make him forget."

"What?" asked the orc who looked more upset than the witch.

"Keep him held down so I can bite him."

Ghoen released her grip enough for Austos to breathe, however he did not. Instead, he took his moment. He slammed his forehead into the orc's nose. He was too weak to break it, but it was enough to stun her long enough to get his arms between their bodies and shove hers away. The paladin kicked off the floor so that he fell backwards with the chair and came out of the clattering impact in an awkward combat roll.

"You can't make me forget," he said shakily as he adopted a defensive stance.

"This is your best case scenario, you imbecile," Marenda yelled at him.

Austos highly doubted that. Ghoen walked round to one side of him, a few arm spans out of reach. An untrained observer would say that she moved casually and without purpose, but the paladin knew better. The orc was double checking him for weakness. She held the surety of a warrior whose victory was assured. A glance at her eyes and the barest upturn of a smile told of an intent to cause him harm also. He had already lost the fight that was about to occur and they both knew it.

He would not allow himself to give up, however. He was bound by pride, vows and a beautiful blonde woman in the corner who made his head hurt. The mercenary made the first move, a hand reaching for his shoulder. Austos saw it for what it was, a design to not appear to be the aggressor, to force him into a martial block. So instead he back stepped, bending his knees just enough to duck away from her grab. 

"I don't want to fight you, boy," the orc lied, reaching again for him.

"Then help us," he repeated the back step; if she wanted to catch him, she would either have to have the patience to force him into a corner, or make a committed lunge. 

The holy man gambled on the latter and was rewarded when she surged at him; if you consider a six foot tall angry green warrior attacking you as a reward. Certain he would be unable to overpower her in a grapple, he deflected the arm and swivelled into an elbow strike aimed at her chin. Ghoen managed to lean back far enough to dodge the blow before side stepping some distance between them. 

She had no more words for him, only a predator's smile. The orc came at him again, deliberately telegraphing her attacks. The paladin discerned the strategy intended to wear him down, a traditional orc tactic of flowing around one's opponent whilst quickly eroding their defences. The dwarf counter to the strategy was to choose an incoming blow and commit fully to it, with the aim being to force the orc to overcommit. Block and counter.

Austos was not a dwarf, however it seemed like he had no other viable options. Ghoen had obviously decided that the time for talk had passed. He chose a blow, blocked it with his forearm and pushed back. The paladin cried out with the effort, he felt like he was trying to push over a building. Ghoen pushed back and Austos took his moment with the strongest gut jab he could achieve. Before his counter even struck, he saw the glint in her eyes and knew he had failed.

He put everything he had into the punch and his aim just below her ribs was true. She absorbed the blow like an anvil. The paladin realized that he would have been outmatched even if he was at full strength. He had spent more than a decade training to fight orcs and it was humbling to feel so absolutely unprepared. Ghoen slammed her fist into his stomach and when he doubled over; backhanded him in the head. Austos crumpled.

"Do you need him on his front or back?" the orc asked Marenda.

"It doesn't matter."

"Front it is," she knocked him flat and ground his skull into the floor.

The holy man's breaths came in choking rasps and his vision swam. He still wanted to struggle, yet his body only desired to curl up in a ball; the orc pinning him down prevented both. Though everything was blurred he could just make out the witch kneeling down beside him. She lifted his wrist.

"I won't forget," he held to his defiance.

"Yes you will," Marenda said without emotion.

"I won't," he coughed, "I can see through your spells, this won't be different."

Ghoen growled, "What is he talking about?"

"Ignore him."

"In the dreams I could see her. I wasn't supposed to."

Marenda hissed, "You seriously need to shut the fuck up!"

The orc addressed the witch, "Is this true? Can he resist your magic?"

"Fuck! Ghoen I need you to-"

"Is this a trick?! To spare him?!" as she said it, Austos knew it to be true. Marenda had been trying to save him and he had just kept on digging his own grave.

"No, uh... I was just trying to buy time. Uh... honest."

Ghoen looked at him like he had just grown a second nose.

"Get off him, Ghoen."

Bemusement was replaced by fury in an instant, "He dies. You stay out of the way."

Marenda seemed to grow a foot as she squared off with the orc and matched her intensity, "You need to leave this alone. Now."

"This is the future of my people."

"We have been over this!" the witch's voice rose to a screech. "Round and round and fucking round. You do not harm him; this conversation is over."

"Yes it is," the mercenary lifted his head; she was going to bash it in.

Austos endeavoured to throw her off him despite the obvious futility of the effort. He knew that he was particularly resilient for a human and that it would probably take several blows to crack his skull. A cheery thought before a grisly death. He could not think of anything useful or profound to say; so far he had only made things worse for himself, so if he said any more he would probably only encourage the orc to gouge out his eyes before finishing him.




Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 03



His head was cracked into the floor for the first time; he twisted enough to protect his face, however his temple took the brunt and a dreadful ringing filled his mind. He maintained enough wherewithal to expect further impacts, yet none came. 

Abruptly the orc's weight was no longer upon him. The paladin had not the strength to rise, so sufficed by rolling over. Marenda was standing over him with her back faced; he could not immediately see where Ghoen was. He followed the witch's line of sight to the far side of the room where the mercenary was shakily picking herself up off the floor. What had happened? 

Marenda was shouting, but he could not hear what past the ringing in his ears. The orc stalked slowly towards the room's exit, never taking her eyes off Marenda and for a hopeful moment, he thought she might be leaving. His assumption was dashed when the orc retrieved a long dagger from the pile of her belongings. 

Ghoen approached the blonde cautiously, but without any noticeable fear. Marenda was still shouting and as far as he could tell; she was not preparing any kind of defence. She was also too close to his prone body; if she was forced back, she would likely trip. Austos tried to voice a warning, however he could not tell if he had actually said anything and the two women seemed to be arguing vehemently. 

Then the mercenary was attacking and as Austos had feared; the witch was tumbling over him. Ghoen did not hesitate to press her advantage and she plunged her blade at his throat. In a display of inhuman speed the witch barrelled into Ghoen before the steel reached his flesh. The two wrestled and the paladin was amazed to see Marenda pushing back the far larger woman. Austos had no clue as to how the vampire was holding her own against the martially experienced orc; the witch had all the skill of a drunken brawler.

The orc used her superior skill to seize, lift and throw the petite woman and she crashed into the table he had been strapped to in the days prior. Austos had no doubt that Ghoen was readying her killing blow again, however he held his gaze on the mysterious blonde who had somehow captivated him in more ways than one. Who was she? Where was she from? He longingly wished to know. Marenda pulled a metal object out from the now upturned table and pointed it at the orc. Ghoen's chest exploded.

The dagger clattered next to him and the hilt bounced off of his forehead. The mercenary looked down at him, then the hole where her heart should have been. She half-turned to face the witch, but crumpled after one step. Austos' vision faltered for a moment and when he regained it the vampire was cradling Ghoen's head in her arms. The orc was speaking through a blood filled mouth and the paladin was fairly certain she was smiling. 

The witch was sobbing hysterically and Ghoen brushed her face with a hand. Then the hand was limp and her eyes glazed and the orc was gone.

****

Eleven hours earlier.

When the orc first felt the weight settle upon her bed she feigned slumber. She no longer had any patience for the witch's emotional flips or the feeling that she was at all times merely being toyed with. She should probably have signed up with a mercenary guild; at least that way her potential clients could be screened for insanity. 

Of course, working within a guild would cost freedoms she was not willing to relinquish, plus the idea on answering to a human sickened her. Orc mercenaries were a rarity in the area and the only orc led guilds she had heard of operated on another continent entirely. While the idea of travelling to a far off land appealed to Ghoen, she knew it was nothing more than a fancy. The orc was bound by honor to remain in the vicinity of her Blood if ever she was needed. She had sacrificed so much for her people, so what was a little more?

Ghoen was lucky her perversion was tolerated as long as it was. She was a lesbian, which was frowned upon among her orc kin, but not prohibited. It was her desire for human women that was her true deviance and one she had suffered greatly for. It had not always been that way; many years ago she had had a human lover that she had cared for deeply. There were in fact several humans among their nomadic clan and they were accepted members if not equals. 

That had changed when the Chief Sibyl had decreed that humans were no longer to be allowed to be kept; Ghoen had had no choice but to give in. The Sibyl's word was law and that was that. Ghoen had taken orc lovers since, though none lasted long and all had failed to fulfil her. Eventually her malaise had become too much an issue and she had chosen solitude from her Blood as a temporary solution. She never returned.

Now this small pale blonde human was on her bed, one who looked so much alike to her lover from those many years ago. Ghoen felt an electric excitement running through her that was close to impossible to suppress. She wished that she never laid eyes upon the witch.

When it became clear that she was not going anywhere, Ghoen grumbled, "What?"

"Want to fuck?"

The orc opened her eyes just enough to scowl at her. Ghoen instantly regretted that minor decision. Marenda had brought in a dimly burning lamp that only contained the women within its illuminating sphere; all else was black. It created the illusion that all there was to the world, besides herself, was the witch. She was wearing a white chemise that would have made a more poetical orc write an epic on curve accentuation. 

For Ghoen though, it was the nipples. They poked up against the sheer fabric and made little shadows of their own. The mercenary really, really wanted to bite them. She really, really should have kept her eyes closed.

"Leave me be," Ghoen mumbled still staring at the two bumps. What would they taste like?

The enchantress leaned forward, "Is that what you really want?"

"Stop taunting me, temptress!"

"Oh for- How the fuck have I managed to end up with the two most abstinent fucks on this entire fucking medieval fuck world?" the witch placed her hands on her hips which served to tighten her lingerie against her bite size tits even further, "I've not had a girl look at me the way you do for a fair fucking while and here I am on a platter! What is your hang up, sweetie?"

The orc kept up her defence, "Not your business, witch!"

Marenda looked ready to burst a vein, however in the last moment regained control, "You know what? You're right. It's none of my business. If you want to keep your damage to yourself, that's your right. I on the other hand, want to do something about how truly terrible I feel. I can't see any good reason why I should wallow in my own self-loathing whilst there is a giant green lesbian who wants to fuck my brains out in my general vicinity." 

Ghoen stared at Marenda's breasts.

The witch sighed, "Are you just going to look at them?"

The mercenary seized her wrists and rammed the blonde onto the bed, straddling her in the process, "It is unwise to tease an orc if you value your life!"

"Oh please, oh please don't do anything... unseemly to me!" she squealed. 

"Gah. Make up your mind," the orc snarled in frustration.

"What? Oh you were being serious? Sorry, sweetie, I thought you were role playing."

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind. Probably best if I just shut up. Please just fuck me."

Ghoen let go of the witch's wrists and stared down at the strange creature beneath her. Was she really going to this after so many years? Marenda pulled off the nightie, she wore nothing beneath, and pulled herself up to lustfully kiss the warrior. The orc's loins hit boiling point and she kissed back frenziedly; yes she most definitely was going through with this. 

The merc decided she was not going to deny having the blonde's nipples between her teeth for a moment longer so she pushed her back into the mattress, hard. The witch's eyes flashed with lust and she almost spoke. Ghoen was thankful that she resisted the urge and fastened her face to Marenda's bosom.

The human curled her hands around the orc's scalp as she feasted on the firm but pliant flesh. Ghoen knew she had to be careful, for her orc teeth were sharp and human skin was easily torn. Nevertheless she could resist nipping the underside of one of the blonde's lovely small tits. The bite elicited a much more positive response than the pain and fear she had worried she had caused. No, Marenda pulled Ghoen even tighter to her bust and gave a low sultry moan that stoked the orc's already rising passion. 

With an ample supply of audible and tactile encouragement, the green woman continued marking her new lover's breasts with her sharp canines. Ghoen realized with some alarm that she did indeed wish to mark this witch; though the worry that she had already been marked by something grossly sinister still niggled her mind. As her mind wondered to darker places she became increasingly aware of the blonde's alarmingly low body temperature. 

"Why are you so cold," Ghoen decided she needed to know.

The witch smiled coyly, "Maybe you should warm me up?"

"Speak plainly, witch."

The smile switched instantly to exasperation, "Because; vampire."

"I don't know what that means," Ghoen maintained her patience.

"I thought we'd already been through this? Never mind, the only relevance to this situation is that I'm a little chilly to the touch, sweetheart. Is that a problem?"

The orc felt Marenda's patience was more condescending than her own, "No... Yes. You speak in riddles and gibberish. I don't know if you're a fool or I am," her voice broke, "You look so much like her."

"Ghoen, I don't think you a fool and I'm sorry but I can't help the crazy. I can fix the heating problem, however."

The mercenary sighed, "How?"

"Come here," the blonde leaned up to kiss her and the orc responded.

Ghoen knew she did not have the right to let go of her past. She deserved to be haunted by it till the end of her days. Betraying her old lover had been an unavoidable necessity and the burden of that guilt was something she bore willingly as an orc. It was her duty.

The witch released her lips and began nuzzling the orc's neck. Ghoen wondered if this was some trial or torment thought up by the Sibyl to test her loyalty. It was a ludicrous thought; as a lesbian she was unable to hold dominance over men and thus thought of as crippled or less than. She only held value as a warrior and a warrior's value was limited at best. She certainly did not warrant a conspiracy against her. 

Maybe she dreaming or had taken one too many blows to the head and her psyche had decided to manifest her guilt in the form of this deranged simulacrum which seemed to have developed a fascination with tenderizing her throat. If the blonde was indeed a nightmare, at least she was a beautiful one.

Marenda's hand went to the other side of the mercenary's jugular and her mouth focused on a single point. As the witch could not see her face from this angle, the orc allowed herself a satisfied smile; she had sorely missed this kind of attention. All of a sudden Ghoen's lips formed an 'O' of surprise as a sensuous tingle rushed over and through her skin. Marenda had seemingly found a sensitive spot that the orc never knew she had had. 

Ghoen could not help but close her eyes as the prickling sensation translated directly into a glowing erotic thrill. She could feel her heart speeding up as Marenda kissed, licked and sucked and sucked at her throat. The warrior quickly grew fatigued by the intense feeling, but determinedly held herself up so as to not fall upon her lover and end the kiss. Ghoen quaked and attempted to cry out only to find her voice gone. 

The orc knew her self-imposed abstinence would increase her receptiveness, yet this was absurd. She could feel her quim reaching boiling point as her jugular was loudly and lewdly slurped upon. She mouthed the name of her former love as the pressure built and her sense lowered. Then the witch's fingers were travelling down her belly and beneath her night breeches. 

The sounds of Ghoen's constrained gasps and Marenda's wet suckling were joined by the subtler noise of the orc's soaking, swollen vulva being parted and explored. The blonde's index finger trailed upwards along Ghoen's slit until it delicately brushed the merest fraction of her clitoris. And that was that.

The orc was accustomed to roaring or screaming out her climax and considering the force and speed at which this one had hit her, she had expected to do just that. Instead she only managed a soft, keening moan as her body trembled its sudden release. Ghoen's vision grew hazy and she swayed on the spot as blood rushed to her nether. The prickling sensation persisted throughout and after the orgasm and only stopped when the witch stopped necking her.

The mercenary slumped down upon her smaller lover and, with a considerable effort, rolled off of her. After that, Ghoen could not do much more than pant and wonder what the fuck had just happened. She heard Marenda swallowing, but did not know what; she had not seen her bring in any water. The witch straddled her hips and grinned a big self-satisfied grin at her. From the deep red flush on the blonde's cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes, Ghoen reckoned a bystander may have been hard pressed to work out which of the two women had been the victim of an earth shattering climax.

Marenda grabbed one of the orc's hands and pressed it to her breast, "See. Warm now."

"Mm," said Ghoen and her hand flopped back down.

The witch was right, she had lost the cool pallor and had replaced it with a warm bloom. Witchcraft most foul the orc decided as her pussy emanated a satisfied buzz. Marenda looked down at her quizzically and the mercenary wanted to say something snippy, however could not muster the necessary effort. When Marenda shifted down to kiss her lips, Ghoen managed to open her mouth enough to let the tongue slip inside.

They shared a slow, soft kiss, which the blonde ended, "Well, traditionally it's my turn now, but if you're just going to lie there..."

Ghoen made an incoherent mumbling noise as Marenda placed light kisses along the orc's large jaw line and down her throat towards her bosom. 

The witch stated, "So you're obviously a tits girl. Tell me: do you like receiving attention as much as giving it?"

The orc watched with rapt attention as red lips engulfed the dark green bud that capped her breast. Ghoen hissed her pleasure as her nipples were brought to wet erection by a swirling and flicking tongue. Her state of arousal transitioned from sated to expectant in moments as the small human fondled her sizable bust. The warrior felt fingers teasing the edges of her sodden thatch once more.

"Goodness gracious!" Marenda sampled the sticky residue on her digits, "I suppose that answers that. I wouldn't worry; the lethargy from the kiss should wear off soon, so you just lie back and enjoy this, sweetie. Do you have any requests?"

Too turned on to be truly annoyed, the orc nevertheless growled, "Shut up, witch."

"Regaining your pizzazz already, marvelous," she gave Ghoen an irritatingly sly wink, "And message received; keep my mouth full."

Keeping her eyes locked on Ghoen's, the witch crawled down to between her legs, trailing her nails along the orc's stomach as she did so. Marenda sketched clandestine patterns onto the innermost skin of the mercenary's thighs and ran her fingers through the bristles of her pubic hair.

"Looks like monsoon season started early," the blonde jested as she tickled her labia.

Ghoen grunted a barely audible retort.

"Sorry, what was that?" the witch asked in faux innocence.

"Shut-" the orc's remark devolved into a gurgle when Marenda speared her vagina with her tongue.

The feeling of the dextrous muscle wriggling inside her was exquisite and her hips twitched in response. Ghoen had sorely missed the bliss a talented lover could provide. She decided to focus on the pleasure that was being visited upon her and not the strange visitor who was bringing it.

The witch stopped, "I'm sorry I interrupted you. You were-"

The orc found her strength, grabbed the blonde by her hair and shoved her face back into her sopping mound. Marenda would pay for her wicked infuriation, but now she was going to finish what she started with no more interruptions. The witch giggled her amusement into the warrior's musky pussy, but got back to work almost immediately, re-entering her depths. 

Ghoen kept a firm grasp of the witch's hair as she allowed herself to be devoured from the inside out. The orc could not fault her lover's skills as her tongue teased and tormented the pleasure out of her. Marenda interspersed long licks and scoops with rapid grazes and sucks. A finger drew little circles around her perineum and anus, hastening her descent into sexual delirium. 

The witch took her on a longer road to climax and soon she was moaning deeply as her pleasure built. Minutes of ecstasy passed her by and as felt herself nearing her cusp, Ghoen realized she had never stopped pressing the witch's haunting face into her feverish vulva, nor had she heard any snatched breaths. In a state of mild panic she released the golden locks from her fist.

Marenda did not stop, in fact she intensified her efforts. The orc felt the tip of a lubricated finger slide into her ass, her clitoral hood pushed back and the pearl within face an ardent suction. Ghoen's own breath left her as her back arched straight off the mattress and she was brought to another overwhelming peak. She crashed back down onto the bed and jerked spasmodically as the blonde chased her pulsing clit wherever it ran.

The witch extracted a few more tingling twitches before finally allowing Ghoen to return to her senses. The warrior had to take several long rattling breaths before she felt able enough to speak and when she could, she had nought to say.

Ghoen was not surprised when the witch was the one to break the silence. She had to take a breath before she did so, which unnerved the orc. Was Marenda actually being serious when she said she had no need to breathe? Ghoen decided it was not something she wished to think about.

"You are quite lovely. I may decide to keep you," the witch booped the orc's nose. 

The warrior frowned; she was not accustomed to being treated as a submissive sex partner, yet she had been brought to two uncontrollable orgasms by this overtly sexual lunatic. It was a scary first for Ghoen to have been brought off on someone else's terms. She planned to rectify this. 

The blonde noticed her sour expression, "Oh, why so uppity, sweetie?"

Banishing her lingering fatigue, the orc seized the witch's wrists and rolled them both over so that Ghoen was on top, literally and figuratively, "Shut up."

Marenda grinned up at the looming orc, "Uh-uh. It's your turn to keep your mouth busy. Unless of course you're a strap-on kind of girl, which wouldn't surprise me in the least. Or do you just spontaneously form a great green cock when you get mad enough?" 

"Be silent, you insufferable wench!"

"Fuck me, you sex starved, sadomasochistic, lust repressing, beautiful goddess!"

The orc swore and took up the witch's discarded nightie and tore a long strip from it.

"So you are into the kink? We should probably set a safe-word. Might I suggest-" Ghoen cut the blonde off by shoving the balled up fabric into her mouth.

Ghoen then upended Marenda so that her knees dangled over the mercenary's shoulders and only her head still reached the mattress. The orc took a long whiff of the fruit she had forbidden herself. The witch was clean shaven except for a thin golden strip giving Ghoen an unobstructed view of her most succulent of flesh. The witch was wet and her liquid excitement coated her thighs.




Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 03



The orc could have taken it slow and built her lover up slowly, however Ghoen did not want to do that. She wanted to make the witch squeal and scream through her gag; if she wanted to be fucked then fuck her she would. The warrior dug her fingers into Marenda's thighs and pulled them apart spreading the sex before her.

The mercenary thrust her tongue into Marenda as far as she could force it. The blonde groaned into her rag and forgotten flavors burst upon the orc's taste buds. Ghoen delved deeply to extract as much of the blonde's hot tangy juices as she could and was gratified when she tensed in pleasure against her. Ghoen allowed herself the indulgence of feasting on the witch's flowing pussy for a few too short minutes.

Marenda's blissful moans and undulations were, however, far too relaxed for the orc's liking. Ghoen reluctantly removed her tongue from the honeypot, but paused; it would be a shame to let the witch's essence go to waste. She gathered the liquid smears along the pale thighs into her mouth before licking the pooled nectar from her puckered ass. The orc was rewarded with her first ecstatic squeal, but was nowhere close to satisfied.

Ghoen captured her lover's ankles and raised them up and away, giving her free hand space to swing a heavy slap onto the pert globes of her buttocks. The witch cried out far too happily so the mercenary smacked her again, harder. And again and again until the cries became throaty sobs and gasps and her vulva had re-administered its erotic sheen. The orc was surprised to see that Marenda's bottom had only barely attained a rosy glow.

The witch's labia had fully blossomed though and Ghoen could not resist another long kiss of the pouting lips. The blonde jerked and Ghoen felt her pussy twitch against her lips, and all of a sudden Marenda was thrashing in the throes of climax against her. The orc prolonged her passionate kiss of her lover's nether lips until she was clearly spent. Ghoen rumbled deep in her throat; it was not enough and had been over too quickly.

Ghoen gently let the witch back down onto her back, allowing only a minimal reprieve. She noticed that the witch's face was streaked with tears, yet she wore a contented expression on her closed eyes. So Ghoen rammed two fingers deep into her womanhood and Marenda's eyes shot open in shock. Much better.

The blonde managed to spit the cloth from her mouth and after a high pitched whine gasped, "Goodness, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment!"

Ghoen crammed the rag back where it was supposed to be with a snarl. She hooked her fingers within her overly verbose lover and tugged as hard as she could without being violent. The orc roughly surveyed Marenda's intimate tunnel, searching for sensitive spots ripe for torment. Her digits were long and easily reached the bump of her cervix which she proceeded to rub callously. 

The witch's hips churned as the warrior fucked her and she yowled when a third finger was introduced. At first she kept her digits straight as she thrust them in and out, but she quickly altered to a crook that caught her lover's g-spot with each stab. Marenda humped back against the thick fingers as her arousal was sawed to another peak.

The orc finished her off by using her greater size to easily reach her lover's petite breasts and biting into them savagely. Marenda let out the blood boiling scream that the orc had dreamed of causing for too many years and Ghoen grinned as she tugged a red nipple with her teeth. She felt her fingers being grasped by the soft wet vice of the witch's cunt and wriggled them indecently in response. The mercenary cruelly jabbed at the blonde's oversensitive clit and she jerked away with a yelp.

"You're a fucking monster," Marenda tittered as she was antagonised; she had seemingly lost the gag again, "I think I'm in love."

"Shut up, witch," the orc said only half-heartedly.

"Make me."

The pair of women continued to fuck until Ghoen had to stop from sheer exhaustion. She did not know how much time had passed, however it felt like hours. The witch never seemed to tire, though her body temperature was dropping again. Marenda idly plinked at one of the orc's nipples as she lay on her back trying to get her breath back. Ghoen snapped at the offending claws, surprising herself with her casually playfulness. 

The witch smiled at her, "You are magnificent."

The unwanted compliment sobered her a little and Ghoen said darkly, "You need to be rid of the boy."

"Oh, jealous are we?" Marenda teased, however on seeing the orc's storm clouds returning added, "Sweetie, I was going to do that anyway. I've put him through too much."

"Well... good."

"Just let me see to it, please. I don't fancy anymore consternation."

The orc nodded reluctantly and the two were quiet for a moment, engaged in their own thoughts. 

Supposedly the brief silence was too much for the blonde and she spoke quietly, "Ghoen?"

"Mmm?"

"I'm going to be around for a little while longer and am wondering if you would consider travelling with me for that time? I know I've been a fucking pain and... well, shit. I don't know."

Was she serious? If she was being honest with herself the idea was somewhat to her liking. The witch was infuriating almost all the time and her similarity to her old partner still stung, yet Ghoen was developing a familiarity with her that bordered on fondness. The thought of more sex with her was a keenly felt welcome one also.

The orc grumbled, "Maybe."

Marenda's eyes lit up, but said nothing when the warrior furrowed her eye ridges at her enthusiasm. Maybe. Maybe, this was a final first step in moving on from the demons in her past. Maybe it was time to finally stop punishing herself and start looking towards a future, uncertain as it was. Maybe.

Ghoen fell asleep with a hope in her heart that she had not felt since her old lover's passing.



Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 04



Note: This is my first post in the erotic horror category, but I feel it belongs here. Previous chapters can be found in the Sci-Fi & Fantasy category if new readers feel so inclined to check them out. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!



'Why would she do that?' the question spiraled round Marenda's mind unrelentingly. The witch knew the answer, but refused to accept it. The big beautiful green bitch was dead by her hand and she hated herself for it. Should she have let the orc kill Austos? No, but... But, what? Marenda did her best not to scream into the undersized glass of wine she held.

The vampire sat in a filthy tavern, waiting for an opportunity to take her mind off dead Ghoen. The tavern was one of a handful in a small village sitting on a trade road that skirted along the edge of one of the planet's great swamps. As a result, the inn was humid and sticky; a light sheen covering almost everything and making it look like even the walls were sweating. Several large blood sucking insects had made it inside the building, but all kept clear of Marenda. Almost all animals had an innate instinct to steer clear of the undead. Not sentient animals though. No, they could not get enough of flirting with their own frail mortality. Fucking idiots. Fucking dead Ghoen. 

Marenda raised her glass to take a dainty sip of the overly sweet liquid. She wanted to swig, however she had an illusion to maintain. A couple of tables over, a small number of men huddled around their beers muttering and occasionally casting furtive looks her way. In almost any other drinking establishment she could have expected one or more of them to come over and preposition her or call her over to sit on their lap. Not here though.

The witch had done enough research on this planet to know where 'here' was. A few days travel from here lay one of the huge 'free cities'; a place where one could go to flee war, prejudice or their own messes. Most people who journeyed to a free city therefore had nowhere else to go or anyone to care for their fate. 'Here' was a place where the criminal element could find easy victims. The men at the table looked at her not with lust, but with pity. They could keep it, Marenda would rather have their delicious acrid foamy beer.

Not that she could easily get drunk, despite her small size. And nor should she try; she had enough difficulty maintaining her inhibitions as was. It was practically her full time job. That was why she was here, she wanted to hurt someone; to let off some of her demonic steam into the face of someone who deserved it. Someone not like poor dead Ghoen.

It should not be difficult; she was a petite, young looking girl with long pale blonde hair. If she had brought a large flashing sign with the word 'bait' and an arrow pointing at her on it, she could still probably expect some predator to ignore their better judgement and still target her. 

Besides the men with their tasty beer, the tavern was sparsely populated. In the corners, hooded figures wheezed business and banditry propositions at each other. With her enhanced hearing she could make out most of what they said, however none of it interested her. A lone patron slumped snoring at the bar, ignored by all. 

The landlord who had taken Marenda's money for a room and meal, sporadically cast appraising looks at her as if she were just an object, leaving no doubt in her mind that he was in cahoots with the criminal element that frequented his dive. The single tavern wench instead shot the witch disgusted looks when she thought she was not looking. That just left the men with the beer, locals she guessed; cowed into silence, yet lured in by the low prices advertised outside the building. All in all she had no allies here, but she neither needed nor wanted any.

The vampire had tried that. On arriving on this backwater medieval mud-ball she had found a plot worth foiling. Good company in the form of Ghoen with her dourness and honesty. And a young man whose mind was as pure as spring water and just as cleansing to splash around in. It had all gone to hell of course, despite her best intentions. Marenda had fucked it up somehow and now she wanted to fuck someone else up in an attempt to forget about it.

Unfortunately patience was not a quality of the vampire's and with great annoyance she realized she had finished her third glass of wine. She was meant to be portraying a beleaguered, poor peasant girl, so splashing more coins on drink might raise suspicions, however she was already growing twitchy and having something in her hands and mouth helped her preserve her calm. She had been in the inn for over two hours now to the point where a more respectable pub might be taking last orders.

She tried flagging the maid, but was blatantly ignored, so the vampire got up and headed over to the bar, making a show of stumbling as if she were drunk, "I'd like another, please," she slurred at the landlord. 

He leered down the opening in her traveller's robe, "House wine for the lady. Remember the price?"

"Sure I do," she gave him a cross eyed scowl, before reticently handing him a sum of coins.

He poured and handed her the alcohol, not even bothering to hide the contempt on his face at the stupid unsuspecting drunk girl in front of him. Marenda had to stop herself from ripping off his ear and feeding it to him just to see the surprise and horror on his face that the girl in front of him was in fact a monster. Yet she did not, she was playing a role and the role was her lifeline to her self-control, the role was everything.

She even enjoyed the acting. The vampire had inherited that from her human host who had been an enthusiastic stage actor with a possible future until another vampire had taken it from her and planted Marenda inside her however many hundreds of years ago. When a new vampire is made, the host's personality (or soul if you want to be poetical) is destroyed, however some memories linger on. In better and more sentimental moods, the witch might allow herself to think that she was somehow honouring the wishes of her shell by seeking out opportunities for role play and taking such relish in it. 

Just across from her, the snoozing patron suddenly jerked awake to gaze at her with bleary eyes. Flashing a hint of panic, Marenda quickly looked away, grabbed her wine with both hands and scurried back to her table, making sure to knock a couple of chairs as she went. Just before she fell back into her chair, two tall hooded men entered the tavern, all purpose and surety. As she slumped down she scoped them with her peripheral vision, being too shy to look directly at them.

They headed straight for the proprietor and the witch had the distinct impression that they were trying not to look directly at her as she was to them. The background conversation lulled for only a moment at their arrival, were they important? From their clothes and the scent of quality soap on them, they were certainly wealthy. If she were to ignore their obvious high profile and the danger that would entail, were these the victims she was looking for? Marenda was so focused on them that she barely noticed that the drunk at the bar had followed her over. 

He scraped the chair nearest her noisily across the stone floor before sitting upon it, "Hey. Bitch. You didn't introduce yourself. That's rude."

She was so annoyed at herself for missing his approach that she had plenty of time to swallow her initial response. As she stared at him with wide eyes, she took stock of him. He was not faking his inebriation, his clothes were well worn and suffused with his sweat. He had not washed in over a week and looked over a decade older than he actually was. Eyes bloodshot and full or hate and lust. She knew he was a rapist before he made his intentions clear.

"You know where you are, whore?" he growled, "This is where stupid little runaways like you disappear."

The vampire did her best to tremble and not to yawn when he reached under the table to squeeze her thigh. Rapists were rubbish: the majority being damaged individuals acting on carnal urges and an inflated sense of self-worth. There was not much sport in breaking someone already broken. Marenda was not very good at feeling empathy towards people she did not know personally, however she recognized the fact that this moron had the potential to leave his own victims in worse states than he himself was. Tearing him apart would not be as satisfying as she would like, but it would make the surrounding area marginally less shitty than it already was, so that was worth something.

"So listen good. No-one here will give a shit if you scream, but I've got a fucking headache, so you better keep your whore mouth shut, get it?" she nodded so he went on, "Now we're going to go for a little walk and you're going to do everything I tell you or I'll cut your throat open and-"

The drunk stopped dead when a hand landed on his shoulder and a rich smoky voice asked, "Is this man bothering you?"

This had to be a set up.

The witch looked up at her 'saviour', one of the three new men, hood now back revealing a clean shave, shoulder length dark blonde hair and deep amber eyes to match. To say he was handsome would be an understatement and Marenda had to reinforce her dumb look to stop an appraising eyebrow from rising.

Recovering his meagre composure the rapist pulled the hand off and grumbled, "Fuck off, ponce. Find your own honeypot." 

In an unsurprising display of speed and strength the blonde pulled the drunk up and out of his seat, banging the table and knocking over her wine, before spinning him round so that they were face to face, "That's no way to talk to a lady."

With that he shoved the rapist away who stumbled but did not fall. He glowered at the tall man hunk and for a long moment looked like he might attack, yet he ultimately decided against it and spat on the floor, "Cunt's ugly anyway," he left as quickly as he could without running.

"Apologies," the man span the recently departed chair around so that he straddled rather than sat on it, "Alas the roads are full of unsavouries these days. Did he harm you?" 

This had to be a fucking set up. 

Marenda did her best slack jawed 'handsome man saved me from the monsters' look before quietly saying, "No."

He flashed her a broad smile, "That's good to hear. My name is Winstad, it's my pleasure to meet you."

She made her pale cheeks blush with the substantial amount of blood left in her from Austos and Ghoen. She was a type of blood sucker that, as she advanced in age, could go long periods of time without feeding. And although she could last a few months before feeling hungry again, tonight she was certain she would be supping on this Winstad.

"Marenda," she said, shyly looking away from his eyes. With the amount she travelled, an alias was less important, but also potentially dangerous if called by one when her lucidity slipped.

"That's an unusual name. Though it suits you. 'Mare', like an elegant and beautiful show horse," he brushed a long strand of her hair behind her ear.

'More like you worst night -fill in the blank-' she thought. So assuming this was indeed a setup, what did that make this man? Was it a mostly innocent trick to get a girl's attention? An overblown heroic gesture designed to make a girl grateful and willing was the usual prelude to sex in most situations, yet she doubted Winstad would ever need to use such tactics to catch a girl's eye. Adding the locale made such a technique much less likely to be innocent.

As far as the witch knew, no technology existed here that would allow organ or blood harvesting. Orcs, with their blood magic, might be able to accomplish something similar, however this man was human. In all likelihood he was a slaver and this was his routine for gaining his victim's trust.

"Oh! Your drink. I must have knocked it in the scuffle. You must allow me to get you a new one."

"No it's ok, you don't have to," the witch simpered.

"Please, I insist. It is the least I can do for the pleasure of your company," he was already out of the chair before she could fake another protest, "I'll be right back."

The vampire would have watched his ass as he departed, but it was still covered by his travelling cloak. Winstad gestured the barkeep as he re-joined his companion, however the maid was already there to snatch the order and fawn over him. Marenda snorted; did the wench know she was flirting with a slaver? It seemed likely that she would know the operations of her clientele, so either she was too stupid to consider that she was little more than a product to him or she was too stupid to look past the pretty face. 

Winstad took the drink, along with one for himself and headed back. Marenda had to admit she was impressed when she failed to notice him slipping a drug into her beverage. It had to be there of course and she wondered whether or not the maid had put it in behind the bar or if his sleight of hand was just that good.

Keeping her fingers shaking she accepted the wine with a, "Thank you."

"Not at all. From where do you hail, Marenda?" he asked sweetly.

The vampire responded with a location as far away as could be believable and engaged him in his information gathering barely disguised as small talk. As soon as the wine was under her nose she could smell the poison. She was still not familiar enough with this world to divine its potency, make-up or effects, but she could make a pretty good guess. She took a delicate sip before Winstad could become suspicious. 

The drug hit her system almost before it had made the full journey down her throat. Her vision swam and she rocked backwards on her chair. She made a quick grab for the table edge, spilling some of the wine in the movement, in order to regain her balance. Holy fuck, that stuff was strong. The witch let her body react naturally to the toxin, instead shoring up her mental defences. Surely a drug this forceful had to be created by the alchemically talented orcs of this planet.

That was bad as it meant that it was probably magically bolstered and would take her undead constitution longer to counteract the effects, "Shit," she slurred.

"Are you alright?"

Winstad actually looked and sounded sincere and before she could stop herself she began to laugh. His eyes widened a little at that and Marenda realized that it was with genuine surprise. Another quick swig of the wine told her that it was supposed to act as a depressant, not a stimulant. She was fucking this up. That made her cackle even harder.

"Shit! Sorry, sorry. Please continue," she slapped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to dam the giggles.

"Marenda? Perhaps you've had enough wine."

"I'm ok. I'm ok. Nobody panic!" she squeaked. 

It was really weird being actually intoxicated. Her already acute senses were being ramped up even higher making the muttered conversations too loud and the flickering lanterns too bright. Winstad's face span around and his amber eyes shone like beacons. The wine still smelled too sweet and awful; she decided she had to have more. Before she could bring it to her lips however, he stayed her hand with his own and that was a whole new world of warmth and texture.

"Marenda," the blonde said in command, "We should get you to your room."

Still chuckling, she was up and halfway across the floor before she ascertained that she had just been compelled. She stopped in her tracks and the man bumped into her from behind, "I... but..." she rapidly searched her own mind for her will.

In the same tone, Winstad said, "Marenda. Take me to your room."

The vampire laughed again, performed an off balance pirouette before announcing, "The lady doth protest too much, methinks," not caring whether or not she was using the quote in correct context.

****

Winstad had no idea what that had been about, but he had the girl on her bed and barely conscious so all was right with the world again. If she stopped giggling he would feel even better.

"Crazy bitch," he sighed.

That elicited another peal of laughter from her and he felt his fists involuntarily clench in response. He would have to have words with their supplier about the apparent fault with this latest bottle of tranquiliser. Though getting on the bad side of an orc alchemist was generally a bad idea, Winstad and his employers held the position of power and could blacklist the peddler for reaches. 

"Wheee," said Marenda, stretching out her arms and wiggling her fingers in his face. 

He reached past and slapped her hard on her cheek, hoping the pain would shut her up. Thankfully it did at least for a moment, yet he spotted a flash of anger behind her dulled eyes. The surprise wilfulness might devalue her on the auction block and Winstad made a mental note to remind his informants to get him a list of the next buyers as soon as possible. Though they were less common, some clients derived some enjoyment from breaking in their new property and if he was very clever he might even be able to turn the negative into a positive.

Of course there were issues that would lower her selling price regardless. The girl's face was pretty and unblemished and Winstad hoped that she had not angered the wrong man and ruined another part of herself. He fished a knife from his cloak; time to find out.

"No... please! Please don't hurt me," the girl trembled in fear.

That was good, fear he could work with, "Then do not give me a reason to."

"You're not really a nice man at all."

This time it was Winstad's turn to laugh, "My sweet, that entirely depends on yourself. Now hold still."

With that he began to carefully rip off her clothes. She no longer had need of any personal effects and he sorely doubted she had anything worth pawning off; they rarely did. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"To save you," he replied, squinting in concentration. 

"What?"

"You were heading to a free city, correct?" he continued without waiting for or wanting a response, "you would find only death or destitution there. Through your ignorance you would damn yourself to a short and grisly fate. Hm, nice tits. A little small, but nice."

She tried to cover them, but he knocked her arm away and gave her another slap for her troubles, "I said, 'don't move'."

To his disappointment, she was not sobbing yet. It made everything so much smoother if they broke a little before he needed to transport them. There was still time however, and he hoped this one was not a virgin so he could sample her before selling her. Winstad did answer to others and if it came back that he had deflowered the product, he had no doubt that he would be dead within a month. 

He squeezed one of Marenda's breasts to discover it had a gratifying firmness to it. He was having difficulty guessing her age, but feeling from her tits brought more credence that she was as young as she looked. He gave the thick pink nipple atop a harsh pinch, but the gasp he drew from her sounded too much like pleasure for his liking. So he twisted it as hard as he dared. Winstad was practiced, so he knew how far he could go without causing permanent harm, however, as he wrenched, she arched and squirmed. 

Was she actually enjoying this? He slipped a hand beneath her breeches to find enough exudations to fill a decent sized marsh. This Marenda was continuing to surprise him and he did not like surprises. Perhaps she was a closeted freak? He knew of girls who got off on being abused, but had never snared one himself. The idea of a woman enjoying the harm he inflicted upon her made him feel a bit ill. He slid a finger into her to confirm that she was not a virgin. At least he had the opportunity to fuck some fear into her. 

"Marenda," he compelled her, "Tell me: are you enjoying this?"





Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 04



She half-smiled, "It could be better, sweetie."

He slapped her again, probably harder than he should, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know what I am? What I could do to you?"

"Show me," were her teeth sharper?

Winstad fumed. Where had the meek runaway gone? Something was very wrong here, yet he had no idea how so. He almost got off her with the intention of calling his partner, however the sight of her unmarked pale naked chest stopped him. Why was he letting this pathetic, frail slut confound him? He was in the position of power and power meant everything.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I could have saved you, Marenda, but you made me want to hurt you. You made it so that now you might not leave this room alive. You remember that; I could have saved you."

"You already have," he felt her lips on his neck.

The room span and for one horrifying moment Winstad felt as if the girl was somehow inside him, like his eyes were hers but they were looking inward, through and throughout him. Then he blinked and it was over. He shuddered and swallowed back the urge to vomit, taking several long breaths to steady himself. What the fuck was that? He shuddered again, this time in unexpected pleasure as he felt the girl handling his manhood. 

"Nice cock. A little small, but nice." 

"What the-?"

Still beneath him the girl pressed a single finger to his lips, "Shhh. Don't ruin this moment. Your ignorance is bliss."

The man wanted to hit her again, but still felt too shaky. He gathered all the confidence and venom he could muster and growled, "Let me explain something to you. You are now a slave and that means you are nothing but property, most likely destined to be no more than a set of holes to be used. Trying to seduce me won't change a-"

"Winstad: shut the fuck up."

Instantly, he was unable to speak and dread filled him. How had she managed to spike him with the compulsion drug? He had to act fast; if he knocked her out, she would not be able to give him any more commands. However, somehow he just did not feel like hurting her. All the while she was tracing lines along his erection drawing tingles along his skin. Winstad reminded himself that it was his only chance to regain control of himself, but he was just hit with another wave of apathy towards behaving violently. He could not even ball his fists. He panicked and tried to move.

"Now now, Winstad: don't struggle. Why don't you lie down and get comfortable," unable to do anything else he complied and she continued, "Where to start? Oh yes! That was a set-up, right? With the drunk at the bar. You were working with him?"

The man would not have answered even if he could so he simply glared murder at her.

"Oh, sorry. Winstad: you may speak."

"I'm going to fucking kill you," he snarled voice raising as he went on, "You think you can get away with this? Drug me? Fuck with me? You've just crossed a member of the most powerful organisation in the kingdom. I'm going to find out your worst nightmares and make them come true, you understand me?"

The girl seemed to consider his words for a moment before saying, "Winstad: stop breathing."

There was no tightening of his throat or physical pressure, he simply lost the ability to inhale. The slaver tried to attack her again, but was met with the same lack of will. He simply clutched softly at her until she calmly removed his hands and pushed him back onto the bed. Bizarrely she never stopped softly caressing his cock which traitorously strained against her touch.

Marenda regarded him with distant curiosity as he began to suffocate, "Why does your type always waste time with petty threats and gestures? I mean, I already know the answer, but it always bugs the crap out of me. You could be gathering information, feigning cooperation to make an actually effectual retribution, but no. Posture, posture, bullshit. You're very lucky that I'm enjoying this little rendezvous more than you're irritating me otherwise I could just end up killing you. And by the way, that isn't a threat; it's a warning. Don't fucking annoy me."

As he felt his extremities start to numb she went on, "Oh and FYI I didn't drug you, though that draught you used on me is some seriously good shit. I'm still trippy from it; you must tell me where to get more. Hmm? Oh, but there's plenty of time for that, first we really need to set up some ground rules, don't you agree? Winstad? For fucks sake, I said you couldn't breathe, not speak."

Black spots forming in his vision and consciousness floating away, the man tried to spit a curse, but only managed a weak hack. The remnants of his focus centred on the slight, feminine hand stroking his cock and the quickly fading image of her stiff ruby nipples. They really were nice little tits.

"Winstad: breathe."

Gaes broken, the man heaved air painfully back into his lungs and frenziedly tried to restore order to his thoughts. In apparent disgust at his sputtering she had sopped fondling him, which helped. If she had not drugged him, how was she controlling him? Who even was she and who was she working for? His superiors held monopoly over this region's slave trade did they not? Suddenly inspiration hit him; what had she not commanded?

Limbs still weak from oxygen deprivation, he dragged himself off the bed and towards the door. His fingers were inches from the handle when Marenda said, "Winstad: stop."

He was so close! For the first time in his life, the man let loose a wail of despair.

"Oh wonderful," the girl grumbled, "Winstad: be a dear and convince the man coming up here that nothing is wrong and to leave us alone till morning, please."

The slaver heard no one at first, however soon enough there came the creak of stairs followed by a knock on the door. The slaver opened it to reveal his underling looking more bored than concerned until he noticed Winstad's bobbing cock and transitioned to bemused, "Everythin' good, um, sir?"

He wanted to shout no and to order him to kill the witch, for that was surely what she must be, yet his voice spoke, "The whore surprised me, it's under control."

From the cot, the girl mewled, "Please help me. He... he hurt me and oh gods please, please help me."

The guard leaned past Winstad to gander at Marenda who had curled up into a whimpering ball, he puffed out his bearded cheeks in admiration, "Sure you don't want some, er... help?"

"Fuck off, Bonry," Winstad gently pushed him out of the door frame and back into the corridor, "And take the rest of the night off. I don't want to be disturbed."

"Yeah, I bet. I'll just-" the guard was cut off by a door to the face.

The witch unfolded herself and sat up with legs parted to reveal the slightest sliver of pink within her golden curls, "Good boy. Now I should have done this sooner, but, Winstad: while we are in this room together you may not attempt to communicate with anyone but me."

If he truly was stuck here, the slaver had to know, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to talk. I want to fuck. And I want to change you. Yep, that's it. Now get over here, lover."

He almost went to her until he realized she had not compelled him, "I don't understand. You want sex? You want to change me? What does that even mean?"

"Winstad: Get the fuck over here," he could not resist this time and in a moment was standing before her with his penis at her head's height, "It means sweetie, that you are a bad person. You get off on dominating and hurting people," she reached up to delicately tickle his testicles with her nails, "your ambitions are selfish and masochistic, and you ruin the lives of your victims without a single moment of remorse."

He let out a shaky breath as she teased his erection back to full straining attention, "Ah, that's not true. You were my first job. I'm just doing this to pay off a debt, they threatened my wife!"

"Oh Winstad. You can't lie to me; I've just had the displeasure of being in your mind. I know more about you now than you do," Marenda peeled back his foreskin and snaked her tongue around the rim of his cockhead, "At least you're a prissy son of a bitch. Personal hygiene is such a rarity in places like this," she took him into her mouth for a long, slow suck, "Mmm, truly scrumptious."

The urge to strike her came and was quashed again, "In my mind? How?"

Brushing her lips against the tip of his sex she replied, "Oh? Vampire, psychic mumbo jumbo, blah blah blah."

Making sense of her was growing more difficult than ignoring the pleasure being wrought upon him, "What?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," she looked up to flash him a crooked smile, "You know, it's been forever and a day since I last changed someone from the outside? I mean I cheated a little with the groundwork, but still. I'm sick of fisticuffs right now, you see?" she regarded him for a moment and must have seen his confusion as she continued, "Fine, lay it to the layman. You are an insipid, nasty cock weasel, but you are not entirely irredeemable. I am going to take from you your freedom and make you so that your only chance of regaining it is through altruistic deeds. I started by placing a block on any violent urges you might have."

His initial incredulity at her words crumbled rapidly into a rising tide of certainty that he was indeed at the complete mercy of her words and whims. In another first for the evening he began to beg, "Look, I can get you whatever you want, just let me go, please."

"Can you remember how many women said that to you?" she made a fist around his cock and started to very slowly pump it.

The slaver's knees trembled as his groin flushed with warm arousal, "Oh gods."

"Winstad: I asked you a question."

"I don't know," he answered truthfully.

Never stopping stroking his hot erection she refreshed his memory, "Thirty-eight. That's how many begged you not to hurt them, to let them go. There was one more though, wasn't there? One who wouldn't plead for mercy, who wouldn't sacrifice her dignity for the slim chance that you would listen. Do you remember her?"

"Please, stop with your hands. Why are you doing this?" 

"Because I need to feel you struggle and suffer and succumb. I need it, Winstad, because I'm more of a monster than you could ever conceive of. I need it. So work with me here; tell me about the one who wouldn't beg."

"No, please. I'm sorry, please..."

"Winstad: tell me," even without the command, the ice in her voice would have been enough to get him to start talking and as he began he felt her mouth engulf his member.

The girl took him all the way in so that his glans was pressed against the back of her throat. The slaver was terrified by how entrapped his cock felt even as it was sucked and bathed in saliva. Her tongue undulated along his length and her fingers found his balls and perineum. Despite his fear, he amazingly remained hard and the witch stimulated little jerks of pre-cum from him.

Falteringly he began recounting what had happened, "She seemed nice at first. And smart; she wouldn't take a drink off me. We talked for longer than usual, she had brown eyes, I..." he tried to stop, but the words were wrenched from him, "she must have figured out what I was, because she tried to slip away. I stopped her, hit her. She never said a word after that, just stared at me."

Marenda did not look at him, she solely focused on pleasuring him. She kept it slow, twisting her fist and sinuously wringing his shaft in a way that made his toes curl. Her tongue was as equally agile, coiling around his angry glans relentlessly. Winstad wanted to grab her hair if only for balance, yet he did not dare touch her. As she brought him ever closer to orgasm turmoil reigned within his mind, unsure whether he most hated, feared or craved the blonde enigma who feasted on his cock.

"I had to drag her to the room," he went on, "she fought me for every inch, but she was weak. I told her fate and how to make the best of it, but she just stared hate at me. She didn't beg like the others, just stared. Why wouldn't she speak?" his voice grew strained from emotion and the witch's quickening pace, "Did she think she was better than me?"

The blonde was getting rougher with his penis to the cusp of pain. She squeezed as she tugged and Winstad's words came through increasingly ragged breaths. He felt his testicles start to tighten and boil and when he rocked on his heels the witch dug her claws into his thighs to steady him. 

"So I beat her. I beat her until her eyes swelled shut and she couldn't stare at me anymore," Marenda bobbed rapidly upon him, "I went to pick her up and-" he was going to cum, "and she spat at me! Who the fuck did she think she was? Well," a tear ran down his cheek, "I showed her, oh gods, I showed her."

He moaned in despair and bliss as he reached the edge and gazed into merciful oblivion. He reached out for the stretch of nothingness that orgasm would bring, but Marenda snatched it, along with her mouth, away. Winstad's cock pulsed and for a moment he thought he might make it regardless, however the moment passed and he collapsed.

Marenda patted his bowed head like he was an animal, "You know? I'm not sure if you're a massive cliché or not. It doesn't matter I suppose." She tipped his head up, "Ready for more?"

He was just above eye level now to her spread crotch. Her labia was sheened with arousal, little beads clung to her thatch and the sheets she sat upon were sodden. Her heady musk spurred unwanted desires and his primed cock strained with need. What had she done to him? What more could she do? The slaver shivered and shied away, "Please, no."

"There there, sweetie. Don't break yet, you've so much more to lose," the man let out a sob, "Winstad: don't cry. You look fucking horrific. Now get up on the bed and lie down."

Strings tugged, he did as he was told; rested his head on a pillow and stared up at the flickering candlelit ceiling. The witch lay down next to him, propping herself up on an elbow and brandishing his knife. Winstad swallowed but did not flinch away. He wondered if he had simply run out of fear. Did she actually mean to kill him? Wearily he doubted it, expecting it to more likely torture now. She rested the blade flat against his chest and he held his breath. Then she went to work on the remnants of his clothes.

"Ooh irony," she teased, "You were saying that by raping me and then selling me into slavery would save me? Hmm, the bullshit we weave to justify our dirty deeds. I want you to know that you have saved me, Winstad. You saved me from my boredom. Hell, I might even be able to go for more than a week before getting antsy again. So, thanks."

Marenda peeled the shorn clothing off him and slid atop him so that their naked chests were pressed together and her pussy smeared its juice along his abdomen. He could not help but look down at the girl pressing herself lewdly against him and catch a peek of nipple. Despite her slenderness she still possessed cambers so smooth that they would no doubt be outlawed in the theocratic kingdoms to the north. The curves of her hips melted into her ass and how was this devil still attractive to him?

He scrunched his eyes shut in dismay only have them shoot back open when he felt her mons brush the tip of his cock. The witch rolled her hips several times so that their sexes met with feather light pressure. His fists clenched as she rewound his tension. Gods, were they actually going to fuck? Could he take it?

"Winstad, before I lobotomize you I've got a few questions. Firstly, that was a fucking set up right?"

Too befuddled to notice if he had been compelled or not he answered honestly regardless, "Yes."

"Ha! I fucking knew it!" she jumped and his shaft was forced upon the groove of her sex, "Cool, two; do you want to die?"

"No," he really did not.

"That's good. You mustn't off yourself once we're through, it'd be a terrible waste. And lastly; do you want to fuck?"

"...Yes," more than he wanted to escape, damn him.

The smile she gave him was almost shy as she shifted her hips in attempt to line up their genders. Her sopping vulva found his tip again and Marenda's eyes fluttered as she brought him just inside of her. The smooth resistance of his entry was perfection and his hips jumped of their own volition gaining deeper purchase. 

Though in bliss he had closed his eyes, he had the distinct impression that she was watching his face as she completed her descent so that his penis was fully sheathed.

The witch was tight and unreasonably wet, and the fact that she was not as warm as other girls did not bother his snug dick in the slightest. Especially not when she leaned back and arched her back lending prominence to her petite tits. She rode him lazily, giving out little sighs and biting her lower lip. Watching a girl enjoying having his cock inside her was another first for him and it was mesmerising. Though, enough fear still remained that he did not risk touching her.

Marenda slowed to a stop, "Language is so very imprecise you know? At least in comparison to the clarity of intent and such. So you better hope I don't slip and leave you a simpleton," she draped herself back over him and whispered to him, "This might get a little intense, sweetie, so focus on this if it gets too much," her vagina clenched around him, "Winstad:"

The witch went to work on his mind, breathing instructions and codes into the man. She was right; having his will moulded like putty was a kind of agonizing non-pain as his own thoughts betrayed him and twisted into poison. He desperately renewed his efforts to struggle and escape, but he found he could not even twitch. All the while Marenda continued sliding her sheathe up and down his length to the rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Winstad's sense of self blurred and refocused over and over as the girl sighed and whimpered to him. Time lost meaning as the man's avarice and narcissism diminished and his empathy and goodwill swelled. In a panic he took her advice and focused on their lovemaking; the wet friction that simultaneously soothed and enflamed his manhood. Pull and plunge. Pull and plunge.

"-and one more thing; If you cum in me, you won't be able to again. Ok, done," as soon as she said it his will snapped back into place. 

Winstad took her arms and pushed her back so he could look her in the eyes and asked, "Am I still me?"

"You tell me," he could not read her expression.

The former slaver was unused to introspection and did not know how to ascertain such an answer of even what kind of questions he should ask so he settled for feeling. Yes, he was different, but he was still him, if not necessarily himself. His head hurt so he again took solace in the comfort of her pussy embracing his cock. Wait a minute.

"Will you let me go now?" he gently tried to prise her off of him.

The blonde responded by slamming her hips down with a wicked grin. He was taken into her deeply with a gasp, "That's not fair."

Marenda laughed, "Really? What about my satisfaction, darling? Don't I deserve my dessert?"

Unwilling to curse at her, he repeated, "That's not fair."

"Of course it isn't," she grunted as she leaned back with an arm to steady her and began to hump him, "but if you can't get me off before you spurt, your cock will have a permanent limp." 

She wanted to have an orgasm? Winstad had not even been convinced that women could cum until tonight. Sure, he had heard that they could enjoy sex and something about a clitoris? Was she enjoying the sensation of their genders grinding thoroughly against each other as much as he was? Oh gods, do not think about it. 

Could he hold off long enough? How long would she even take?

The witch's vagina squelched wetly as she pounded him into the mattress and as ecstasy was forced upon him he could already feel his sack tighten in preparation for his imprisonment. He tried to think about something, anything else yet, the sight of her breasts bouncing tautly in front of him did not help. He closed his eyes, but that just seemed to heighten the sensitivity of his member being slickly tortured.




Dream a Little Dream of Ch. 04



"That's it," her voice was dreamy, almost unearthly, "struggle for me, Austos. Fight me."

Who was Austos? It did not matter, he had to do something fast. He might deserve being made a quasi-eunuch, however, that did not mean he wanted to be. He shifted up straight and embraced her, girls liked cuddles right? Her skin was cool, soft and nowhere near as sweaty as his. He pulled Marenda against him.

The blonde squealed at the change of angle and her eyes focused on his, "Who the fuck are you?"

Winstad panicked, "What?"

"Shit! I'm back, I'm here. Have you cum yet?"

What was that about? "No."

"Oh," he felt her pussy give him a squeeze, "Well you should."

"Not before you," he countered with more confidence than he felt.

"Oh, you're adorable," she planted a palm to his chest and pushed him back down, "Squirm for me, sweetheart."

With that she resumed dominating his manhood, however, instead of pounding their hips together she adopted a measured technique. She fashioned a tempo of fully immersing his dick before her velvet walls clutched and tugged at him as she rose, figuratively milking him. The man groaned as his crotch ignored his pleas for restraint and bucked against her implacable cunny. He squirmed, wriggled and shook, unable to deny her sodden pleasure and the crescendo she was building him to.

In a final act of inspired desperation he reached up to her tits. The witch cooed as he fondled her, but did not let up her assault. Though it pained him to harm her, she had seemed to enjoy having her teats treated roughly and he gave each a hard tweak. Marenda cried out in what he hoped was pleasure and her strokes began to falter. Emboldened, Winstad continued, rolling her puckered nipples between his fingers. 

The witch went still, "Really? Oh fuck!"

The blonde jolted upright as if struck by lightning before toppling upon him in a convulsing heap. The man felt her vagina flutter then seize around his overtaxed member and he had to bite his lip to stop from cumming. Was she cumming? He hoped it was that and not some attack or trick. She gasped and keened atop him, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Besides her twitching, she had stopped fucking him and Winstad grudgingly backed away from the dizzying peak she had brought him to. Then something sharp, her teeth, ruptured his throat.

The man's body blossomed into a cataclysm of warmth and euphoria. Contradictory sensations of numbness and hypersensitivity muddled his already addled mind and at first he did not even notice that he was streaming semen into Marenda. However, as the first jet abated to be almost instantly followed by a second, his erupting cock became the only thing in the world. 

Mostly paralyzed, Winsted arched in a silent scream as his member gushed and gushed. Dizzily he realized that not just cum was being drained from him, though it was difficult to care past the ecstasy of his penis filling the pretty demon with seed. As his consciousness dimmed and his testicles went dry, he could still feel his cock pulsing hysterically and futilely as if it knew something he no longer remembered.

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It took Marenda longer than she intended to seal the slaver's neck wound with her restorative saliva and he passed out from blood loss. She had torn too much in her rapture and now the bed sheets and her face and breasts were covered in his blood. The idiot had actually managed to make her come and the urge to feed had overcome her.

"Well me, you really are going to get yourself fat at this rate," she admonished herself.

She drew herself off Winstad's still tremoring cock with a satiated sigh and lay down next to him on the less bloody side of the bed. The whole encounter had gone mostly according to plan which she considered a substantial achievement. She had wanted to talk to him more to make sure his changes had truly taken hold and that she had not left him mentally impaired but, she decided that she could live with it if the job was not perfect.

The witch stroked the hair off of his face and decided again that it really was a pretty one. She supposed she had better make sure she was not going to leave him a corpse and honed her hearing to check his heartbeat. With relief she noted it was steady if a little weak, however she also discovered that there were several people just outside the room.

Careless! She was on her feet in an instant, but the door burst forth before she could make a grab for her things. The vampire jumped to the far side of the bed as men piled into the room. She counted five lightly armed fighters; too many for her to handle in a confined space even with her superior strength. They formed a crescent around her and eyed her with professional wariness despite her blood and cum stained nudity. Then another entered.

"Motherfucker," she said; it was the drunken rapist.

It was difficult to recognize him clean and well dressed in a smart leather jerkin, yet it was still him. He spoke, "Well this is... new. I don't suppose you could," he paused, "No, never mind. Take her."

This was bad. 

"Kee! Kee! I'm a bat!" Marenda yelled and dove for the window only to bounce off the annoyingly sturdy frame.